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All around the ship, the alarms were ringing. The engines whirred as the Firefly class transport ship started to pull closer to the planets atmo. With struggling hands the pilot tried his best to pull the boat up as it zoomed closer to the desert below. "ZOE! the captain yelled out knowing by now his second-in-command should have managed her way to the bridge. "Zoe, this ain't th' time t' be sleepin in exactly!"
Gritting his teeth the pilot reached a hand up for the mic for the comm systerm. "Kaylee! What th' hell is goin on down there! Get the engine started back now!" Static greeted him. Static that shouldn't have been there.
Under his breath Mal Reynolds cursed in Mandarin doing his best to guide his ship, Serenity, over the settlement that they just so happened to buzz below. The thrusters groaned, spitting smoke before completely dying. In his mind he was already cursing down a list of people and parts that were going to be havin' a little talkin' to once things were settled- if they made it. "Liú kŏushuĭ de biăozi hé hóuzi de bèn érzi," he growled under his breath as a moment of time passed where the ship just glided closer to the ground before the scraping sound of metal on earth rocked the boat back and forth.
Then silenced passed. Good quiet silence from the ship as smoke continued to raise from the now dead thrusters. It wasn't pretty to say the least, but the hull was still in tact. After a quick check and finding the ship empty the slightly wobbly-legged pilot exited from hatch on the rear loading dock, glancing back toward the settlement then back to his ship. "Āiyā!" he muttered before sinking to his backside on the ground.
Welcome to the not!verse, Mal.
Gritting his teeth the pilot reached a hand up for the mic for the comm systerm. "Kaylee! What th' hell is goin on down there! Get the engine started back now!" Static greeted him. Static that shouldn't have been there.
Under his breath Mal Reynolds cursed in Mandarin doing his best to guide his ship, Serenity, over the settlement that they just so happened to buzz below. The thrusters groaned, spitting smoke before completely dying. In his mind he was already cursing down a list of people and parts that were going to be havin' a little talkin' to once things were settled- if they made it. "Liú kŏushuĭ de biăozi hé hóuzi de bèn érzi," he growled under his breath as a moment of time passed where the ship just glided closer to the ground before the scraping sound of metal on earth rocked the boat back and forth.
Then silenced passed. Good quiet silence from the ship as smoke continued to raise from the now dead thrusters. It wasn't pretty to say the least, but the hull was still in tact. After a quick check and finding the ship empty the slightly wobbly-legged pilot exited from hatch on the rear loading dock, glancing back toward the settlement then back to his ship. "Āiyā!" he muttered before sinking to his backside on the ground.
Welcome to the not!verse, Mal.