The Dragon Lands

[TheSauron]

It was very quiet. So quiet than one could even hear the faint roar of the asteroids smashing into each other somewhere deeper in the nebula that was surrounding the ship. Three people sitting in the ship's somewhat cramped but functional cockpit were holdning their breath. None of them dared to move except for the pilot, who was trying to keep the ship pointing at something in front of it.

After a moment of tense silence, a large, black object appeared in the dusty, yellow mist. It's regular, tube-like shape was somewhat terrifying in this brown lighting. As the ship was getting closer to the dark object, pilot's moves were getting more and more fainter.

Albatross, this is Damrstadt's control... - A sudden loud voice from the comms almost caused Trevor to get a heart attack.
Damn it, you... - His brain has already prepared a solid dose of curses.
Shhh! I'm trying to dock this thing! - Flora was visibly annoyed by the sudden interruption.
...your papers are all gut and you're free to dock. - a metalic click marked the comm channel's closing.

Flora took a deep breath and focued on fitting her Spatial's huge wings into Darmstadt's docking bay. It's entrance gate was definetly not designed for such ships. The black shape started to open, revealing a quite large hangar. It was already filled with various dark-green ships. Some of them bearing a red hammer and a pickaxe. Flora sighed.

Mind your tongue here, we don't need any trouble with those folks...
As long as they ain't goin' to start any arguments and such stuff, sure, no problem, princess. - Trevor chuckled. Princess. She hated when he was calling her like that.

Flora took a deep breath and ignored Trevor's provocation. It wasn't the best time nor place to start an argument. She looked around and noticed a large, empty landing point made for something definetly like her ship.

Albatross, this is Darmstadt's control. Your assigned landing point is that empty square on your left. Just don't scratch the walls, danke. Control out.

The Albatross clumsily turned around above the landing pad and started to descend slowly. A noticeable shake coupled with a loud snort marked the ship's touchdown. Trevor chuckled again.

Woah! I made it! - Flora leaned back on the pilot's seat and smiled.
As always, princess.
Don't cross the line...
Mhmpfhm... - Sherman looked around, still confused after he was violently awaken by the ship's landing. - Whhh... Where...?
Alright folks. - Flora stood up and headed towards the hatch. - I'll go out and ask around for our guide. Meanwhile, you should ckeck our ship and equimpent. I don't want to end up down there without something important. - a faint hiss filled the ship's interior as the hacth opened. - See you later!

Trevor looked around the ship and sighed. He had to check all these things. Again. His annoyance suddenly got even greater as a loud snore filled the ship.

Flora jumped down on the landing pad before the ladder even started to expand. She looked around, slightly intimidated by the fact that everyone around was speaking rheinland language. Nevertheless, she looked around again and started to walk towards something that was resembling an entrance to a bar. And suddenly, she noticed a lone familiar face in the crowd.

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One MD Admiral