"Well, you've done a great job EDI. The place is all set up and ready for the feast. Who said it would be a bad idea installing a link from the Neith?"
"Sir, the link is breaking up. The ship is entering a gas cloud and I probably won't be able to support you during the feast." said EDI, the WV-Neith's onboard AI.
"Ok, you can take a "rest" EDI. You deserved it. Well, I better check up on the staff to see if they're ready."
Eriksson went down from the tower into the main hall where he saw Hans, running around aimlessly.
"Hans? Is everything alright?" asked the Colonel.
"When you get the money, you get the power. When you get the power, you get the women."
-by Tony Montana
Humming some song that was stuck in his head for the past two days he entered the Gran Canarian atmosphere. He drew on his cigar while his ship was shaking heavily under the sheer pressure of the atmosphere.
Daniels :Hm, this looks like it....
He looked on his navigation map whilst exhaling in cirkels and after another ten minutes of flying he saw the big estate in the distance with several empty landing pads waiting for him to land his ship. When he carefully landed his Basted, he got out and walked over to the front entrance of the estate. Occasionally greeting and saluting the civilian and military personnel.
He walked through the big front entrance, saw some waiter uttering some words while looking at a man with a long military record, Colonel Ravenov.
Daniels :Eriksson, my friend. How are you on this fine summer day? I see you haven't changed a lot since my last visit.
While he walked over to the Colonel he quickly glanced at the waiter, still in shock about some glasses.
The Resheph cruiser slipped through the ice cloud, her course Gran Canaria. Just behind it, a sleek Hathor trailed, flanked by two Nephthys Fighters. One had the insignia of the Science Division on its top fin; it was new, no scuffs or burn marks. The other was an older one, doted with scorch marks, a crown emblem on it's fin and the emblem of Black Squadron on the right wing. The aged Nephthys was the same one Jeremy had flown since the Malacos days, and despite it's many hits, it got him through alive. The four vessels, upon exiting the ice cloud surrounding the jump hole to the Dublin system, they entered cruise speed, making thier way to Gran Canaria.
Upon arriving at the planet, the fighters entered the ring as the larger craft entered the atmosphere, meeting with the two Nephthys upon completing entry. The Resheph, the venerable Ghost Eye, and sister ship to the Neith-II, released a modified Griffin Light Fighter, which slotted into formation with the Hathor, a special testbed version, christened Destiny's Embrace. The quartet of craft flew to the castle, the Hathor coming to a standstill over the turrets of the fairytale castle, releasing a small two-person craft. The fighters landed with it, and the pilots climbed out of thier craft: Ellie from her OSD Nephthys, Seth his griffin, Rika and Izzy from the small lander, and Jeremy from his own, faithfull Nephthys.
Together, the five entered the castle of thier old friend, and made thier way to where Eriksson and Daniels were.
"Eriksson Ravenov!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Where have you been?"
Daniels :Thanks Geoffrey... or was it James? No, wait, Ghans, with a G right? Anyway, thanks. Ehm, yeah, flight was great, not a lot of turbulence and a great view.
He drank the shot and then chewed on the piece of lime. Of course, he looked sour whilst chewing the lime. Daniels : Oh and Ghans, Do you happen to have any cigars?