Another Happy Landing Mar 30, 2020 8:24:39 GMT -6
Post by Ramen on Mar 30, 2020 8:24:39 GMT -6
ANOTHER HAPPY LANDING
| Ramen's PL: 200,000 |
| Ramen's PL: 200,000 |
The dark of space should have brought with it ample time for reflection. Time for Ramen to consider the gravity of the deed she and the Stargoons had just assisted Cress in committing. But somehow, it never came. Her mind never managed to linger on guilt for long: other things took precedence. Annoyance with Cress. Lingering irritation with the tactics the strange alien had employed in fighting Mumbo. Even boredom at the sheer length of the journey… just not guilt. Never guilt.
Even now, Earth was a welcome sight. She lifted her gaze from the terminal to watch as her ship pierced through the atmosphere, rocketing its way past cloud cover to deliver a breathtaking view of the ocean before her. She angled the ship up, just slightly, to keep it from dropping too close to the surface of the water. The last thing she needed was to fish her pod out of the ocean. She had done that once before, she recalled — and it took weeks to get the electronics functioning straight again. A warning flashed on the display screen before her, but she clicked it off. Her new destination would bring her rocketing through a populated area, it seemed. For once, she felt comfortable enough with her piloting to be confident she wouldn’t strike a building as she landed.
As East City appeared on the horizon, she began to throttle back the pod’s engines. With the skyline rapidly approaching, the pod went from its usual, galaxy-crossing speed to something more manageable, in the same category as an ordinary Earth transport. Those out mid-Afternoon would soon be greeted with the sight of yet another space-pod gracing their skies. This time, it wouldn’t end in any loss of life or property, as Ramen navigated her way through the city, following the main road, until she eventually came to its stadium. Fortunately, there were no practices running that day, and she was able to touch it down gently at centrefield. With a hiss of air, the pod opened up and Ramen pulled herself out. She drew a satisfying breath, relishing the familiar Earth air. As dull as things could be on the planet, she found she couldn’t help but miss it anytime she was away. It was home, and no amount of intergalactic crime could change that.
She tapped on her scouter’s control, cycling through her list of contacts. Kayen, Vocado, and Nashua came to mind first, and so she sent each of them a short recording to inform them she had arrived back home. She could only hope they hadn’t torn each-other apart in her absence. Once that was done, she unclipped the scouter and hung it back at her belt. After all, the Stargoon armour was fashionable — it wouldn’t do to ruin the image with a bulky scouter hanging from her face. For a short time, she resigned herself to wait there.
Even if her old friends didn’t bother to answer, she could be sure someone would sense her arrival and come running. Earth was known for its welcome committees, after all.