Curacao Meeting

["TheSparrow"]

It is the 13th of December, 835 A.S., 1:10 AM.
"The Sparrow" begins her descent toward the jewel that is Planet Curacao.

“Curacao Traffic Control, this is Rabe Interstellar Shipping, vessel ‘TheSparrow’,
approaching under prior arrangement of 'Raven'.
Requesting confirmation of reserved flight corridor to Samson Resort and
permission to proceed with landing.”

A few seconds of static hang in the air before the channel opens, crisp and professional.

“Rabe Interstellar, we read you. Your approach has been logged.
Stand by for verification<<<
>>>
>>>Verification confirmed.

You are cleared for controlled approach via Corridor C-7.
Maintain designated vector and do not deviate, repeat, do not deviate from the corridor.
Samson Resort Airspace will authorize descent once you reach the perimeter beacon.
Be advised, one of you has already reached the Samson Resort.”

The landing was a delightfully relaxed affair,
especially compared to the adrenaline of the smuggling run out of Omega-52.
It seems the Coalition forces simply lack the finesse to intercept a singular vessel such as mine.
A pity for them.

Upon disembarking, "The Sparrow" found the landing pad empty of any welcoming committee. It seems they are busy already. She was quite happy about it, avoiding the center of attention from the very start is a delight. It implies efficiency, knowing they are already meeting to begin the business approach. She decided to rectify the situation by visiting the local bar for a touch of... 'relaxation'.

Once settled, she ordered her usual poison - brandy, with a splash of soda. When the glass slid across the counter, she sprinkled a pinch of shimmering purple powder into the amber liquid. She took a slow sip, lit a cigarette, and through the curling smoke with light violet accents, sent a comm to "Raven".