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Hew Hollowton had thought the skimming went well. But the delays in finding Far Orbit only gave Capt. Gankinra more time to survey and map the mainworld below the Safari Ship. It took two planetary Ship’s Boats as his guiding wingVargr to get a proper final approach vector for atmospheric reentry. By that time, Shaa was glaring at the Ursa. He sank deeper into his brown pelt as he pushed the controls down for the ride through the ionosphere of the Twilight Zone mainworld.
But the time the Visor displayed the Oesar Gin Due Valleyport on its boards and his heads-up display, the Vargr escort were trading Human jokes because they had assumed Shaa was the only race aboard the Safari Ship. The Vilani had to endure racial slurs and doubts of Humaniti piloting because of his stick mismanagement.
“I hope the Computer thinks you’ve improved at helm control by your birthday, Mr. Hollowton,” remarked Shaa with a jab from Hew’s right.
“I do too, Captain,” agreed Hew. The helm station was his only rated position other than damage control. If he was to continue as Shaa’s helmsman, he needed to log some time in simulations.
Into a hangar facing the sunside from the western face of a mountain, Hew planted the Panas Gankinra to the giggling escort of the Ship’s Boat pilots. By the time the Comms chatter had died down, even the Tower Traffic Controllers were belly laughing from all the Human jokes shared over the airways. It was a devious loss of communications discipline. But with little to no interstellar traffic to manage, everyone on the ground knew everyone in the skies and in orbit.
The humor at Capt. Gankinra’s expense did gloss over the Law Level background check which of course yielded nothing of use against Shaa and her ship. Hew went to pop the airlock open to the hangar and greet the giggling ground crew hooking up umbilical power from the Tech 8 systems.
Guidance for the final approach costed the ship extra, totaling Berthing all the way up to an equivalent of Cr6000 which earned Hew another silent glare from Shaa.
Standard Atmosphere a little on the muggy, warm side greeted the Ursa as he extended the balcony for Passenger disembarking. Shaa and a mute Qithka were present to thank the Middle Passengers for flying with the Panas Gankinra. Hew could not keep a scowling threat from his face as the merchant Oung was discharged to the hangar deck.
All four of the Low Passengers were revived by the doc and given their disposable travel mug of a warm drink for discharge. Hew noted that the Cym-Vargriform had not yet lost a sleeper since he was consigned to the Panas Gankinra. A small measure of envy for Zhem rippled through Hew as he put feet on the deck to help Qithka unload the ship of Freight and speculative cargo. This time, he made sure Qithka strapped on her Combination-10 (a Respirator and Filter mask) to ward her from any residual Attractant that had set her on a mating prowl.
Sunlight broke through the raging clouds to the west as beams of light played over the mountain face. To the north and south were seen the turmoil of raging water cycle storms. Everywhere else was coated with ice fields breaking off icebergs and setting them floating west to melt on the dayside.
As weird as this Twilight Zone mud ball was, Hew was glad to breathe fresh air though it was warm and humid. He was joined by Zhem as Hew and Qithka offloaded Quality Foodstuffs and the hated pheromonal Attractants.
Hew wanted but failed to despise the Vargr race as a whole if it took pheromonal aromatics to get their females in the mood, even if a population needed to grow. It seemed disingenuous to the Ursa. But then, who was he to judge since he’d allowed a disguised Human Solomani to seduce him? With the Freight hauled out of the hangar by hired claws, Hew Hollowton was glad to be rid of the stuff. He took time hosing down the cargo hold that had contained the leaking concentrated aromatic. He did not need to see Qithka in that state ever again. Just the night he’d brought her the metal folding fans had been enough. Innocent and in her undies was where Hew would draw the line.
Given liberty to walk the undermountain Terminal with his Peacekeeper slung, Hew surprised the joking Vargr of the Downport on his way to find a restaurant. Oesar Gin Due was a Captured world so Qithka had said. Some Governor had been given the reins on this mud ball. While Capt. Gankinra was conducting local Trade and Qithka sought out information on the relationship of this non-aligned, conscripted world, Hew sat down to his first of three entrees. The Vargr around him paused their meals to see an Ursa for the first time sitting on the floor instead of breaking a Vargr chair.
Thankfully, the menu offered from the waif of a Vargr girl waitress had pictures. A few points of his claw for his selection sent her off to the kitchen. He needed to learn Gvegh or get a translator or endure a Wafer Jack implant or something.
Hew Hollowton had thought the skimming went well. But the delays in finding Far Orbit only gave Capt. Gankinra more time to survey and map the mainworld below the Safari Ship. It took two planetary Ship’s Boats as his guiding wingVargr to get a proper final approach vector for atmospheric reentry. By that time, Shaa was glaring at the Ursa. He sank deeper into his brown pelt as he pushed the controls down for the ride through the ionosphere of the Twilight Zone mainworld.
But the time the Visor displayed the Oesar Gin Due Valleyport on its boards and his heads-up display, the Vargr escort were trading Human jokes because they had assumed Shaa was the only race aboard the Safari Ship. The Vilani had to endure racial slurs and doubts of Humaniti piloting because of his stick mismanagement.
“I hope the Computer thinks you’ve improved at helm control by your birthday, Mr. Hollowton,” remarked Shaa with a jab from Hew’s right.
“I do too, Captain,” agreed Hew. The helm station was his only rated position other than damage control. If he was to continue as Shaa’s helmsman, he needed to log some time in simulations.
Into a hangar facing the sunside from the western face of a mountain, Hew planted the Panas Gankinra to the giggling escort of the Ship’s Boat pilots. By the time the Comms chatter had died down, even the Tower Traffic Controllers were belly laughing from all the Human jokes shared over the airways. It was a devious loss of communications discipline. But with little to no interstellar traffic to manage, everyone on the ground knew everyone in the skies and in orbit.
The humor at Capt. Gankinra’s expense did gloss over the Law Level background check which of course yielded nothing of use against Shaa and her ship. Hew went to pop the airlock open to the hangar and greet the giggling ground crew hooking up umbilical power from the Tech 8 systems.
Guidance for the final approach costed the ship extra, totaling Berthing all the way up to an equivalent of Cr6000 which earned Hew another silent glare from Shaa.
Standard Atmosphere a little on the muggy, warm side greeted the Ursa as he extended the balcony for Passenger disembarking. Shaa and a mute Qithka were present to thank the Middle Passengers for flying with the Panas Gankinra. Hew could not keep a scowling threat from his face as the merchant Oung was discharged to the hangar deck.
All four of the Low Passengers were revived by the doc and given their disposable travel mug of a warm drink for discharge. Hew noted that the Cym-Vargriform had not yet lost a sleeper since he was consigned to the Panas Gankinra. A small measure of envy for Zhem rippled through Hew as he put feet on the deck to help Qithka unload the ship of Freight and speculative cargo. This time, he made sure Qithka strapped on her Combination-10 (a Respirator and Filter mask) to ward her from any residual Attractant that had set her on a mating prowl.
Sunlight broke through the raging clouds to the west as beams of light played over the mountain face. To the north and south were seen the turmoil of raging water cycle storms. Everywhere else was coated with ice fields breaking off icebergs and setting them floating west to melt on the dayside.
As weird as this Twilight Zone mud ball was, Hew was glad to breathe fresh air though it was warm and humid. He was joined by Zhem as Hew and Qithka offloaded Quality Foodstuffs and the hated pheromonal Attractants.
Hew wanted but failed to despise the Vargr race as a whole if it took pheromonal aromatics to get their females in the mood, even if a population needed to grow. It seemed disingenuous to the Ursa. But then, who was he to judge since he’d allowed a disguised Human Solomani to seduce him? With the Freight hauled out of the hangar by hired claws, Hew Hollowton was glad to be rid of the stuff. He took time hosing down the cargo hold that had contained the leaking concentrated aromatic. He did not need to see Qithka in that state ever again. Just the night he’d brought her the metal folding fans had been enough. Innocent and in her undies was where Hew would draw the line.
Given liberty to walk the undermountain Terminal with his Peacekeeper slung, Hew surprised the joking Vargr of the Downport on his way to find a restaurant. Oesar Gin Due was a Captured world so Qithka had said. Some Governor had been given the reins on this mud ball. While Capt. Gankinra was conducting local Trade and Qithka sought out information on the relationship of this non-aligned, conscripted world, Hew sat down to his first of three entrees. The Vargr around him paused their meals to see an Ursa for the first time sitting on the floor instead of breaking a Vargr chair.
Thankfully, the menu offered from the waif of a Vargr girl waitress had pictures. A few points of his claw for his selection sent her off to the kitchen. He needed to learn Gvegh or get a translator or endure a Wafer Jack implant or something.