Vixen grimaced slightly as the dirty glow of Pittsburg's atmosphere overtook the viewing deck, obscuring the view of space as the stars winked out one by one. Dropping through the atmosphere, the Novus's barge engines kept her steady as the hulking frame descended towards the surface. After several minutes of tense waiting, A slight blip communicated that the descent was acceptable, and the engines tilted slightly, small auxilery thrusters keeping the ship stable as it tilted and floated down towards the spaceport that sighted their destination.
A cloud of dust billowed off the landing pad as the monsterous hunk of metal settled on the surface, the rarely-used landing gear sliding out of place to settle on the metal platform. In a usual situation Vixen would use the gravitylifts, but they could scarcely support the vessel, meaning that use of terrestrial gear was necessary- A ship like this should never have touched a planet's surface in the first place.
A slight clatter echoed through the ship as the bay doors opened a fraction, lowering a lift down from the bottom of the ship. Onboard, Vixen stood looking haughty, wearing a simple pair of black cargo pants and white singlet. Glancing around, she spotted Bret, and waved, his fighter dwarfed by the massive ship as the lift touched down on the ground.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
