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Gargulec:
'I guess' the asari muttered thoughtfully, manipulating something with ship's control. The vessel jerked again, beginning a much more rapid descent towards the surface. She turned her head for a moment, appraising the holographic display of the terrain. 'It's kind of flat, though' she added, steadying the course. The eezo core kicked in, soothing the already minor g-forces. All in all, it was a really pleasant compared to a planets with a real gravity. The asari flexed, stifled a yawn and spared the map another look, this time studying it far more thoroughly.

'Yep, absolutely flat' she said, zooming the map a little. 'Oh' she spotted something, and zoomed again. 'There is this crater about two klicks from the target, deep enough to hide the ship in. And looking at the energy output of their base, it is unlikely that they have any good scanners running, so chances are that they will not ever realize we have landed there. Though you'd have to do a little walking. Else, it is all flat and if they have anyone in that comm tower, we will get spotted. And I'd rather avoid that. So?' she asked, but apparently was not even waiting for an answer, starting to plot the course for the crater already.

Xander Morhaime:
"Unless you like the thought of a boarding party, I suggest going for the crater site. I'll worry about any watchers from the tower if and when the matter comes up," Seren replied from the armoury. Poly-carapace hardsuits took a while to put on, after all. Once he had the basic suit on, he fitted the breather mask to the inside of his helmet and put it on, connecting it up to the rest of the suit. That done, he retrieved his weapons from storage - the assault rifle, pistol... and grenade launcher, along with a small satchel of ammunition. All in working order...

"If you can, try to listen in on any base comms. Otherwise I'll be maintaining radio silence unless things go awry," the Turian told Mai, stepping back into the freighter's cockpit.

Gargulec:
She chewed her lip. 'I guess that I should be able to tap into their comms... maybe' she said. 'They do not look like a sort that would invest in decent encryption, right?'

She let the question hand unanswered, returning to steering.

Few minutes later

The planet looked even more unassuming up close - just a desert of grey dust as far as an eye could see. It kind of looked like the footage from that moon of human homeworld you caught a glimpse of some time ago on the extranet, only without the importance and military bases. You hoped, at least. The distant sun shone on the edge of the horizon - you came in just in time for the pretty sunrise.

Mai put the ship down gently. She was a good pilot, at least as far as the basic manoeuvres go. How would she fare in combat enviroment... you could not say. Thankfully.

Looking drowsy as always, she yawned, closing her eyes.

'I've uploaded the map to your suit' she muttered, her fingers dancing on of the many flickering consoles in the cockpit, apparently fine-tuning the sensors and monitoring suites. 'Anything more I should know?'

Xander Morhaime:
"I would suggest locking down the ship and powering down what isn't necessary to keep a low profile. On the off chance the landing site is discovered, I suggest relocating. At any rate, try to keep the ship in one operational piece until my return," the Turian replied. "I've provided you with my comms encryption keys for this mission, if there's anything I need to get across."

That done, he made for the airlock. At least there should be a basic atmosphere present... he was in for a long walk. On the bright side, the dust he'd pick up on the way would make for good makeshift camouflage for the outpost approach.

He'd worry about plotting a route later - first he had to get out of the crater. That alone should get his suit nice and dusty for the road ahead.

Gargulec:
She nodded, opening the airlock for you, releasing you to... a mostly bland interior of the crater. The doors to the ship closed behind you as you descended from the ramp. The gravity here, much to your surprise, was higher than you would expect it to be, only slightly lower than on an average Palavean-sized world, and the dust beneath your feet was quite solid too, enough to make it quite stable as you climbed from the crater's interior.

It took you few minutes to reach the edge of it, and then a few more to plot a path towards your target. The long part was actually walking there: though still, two kilometers were hardly a great distance. Half an hour later, you were close enough to see the comm tower in the distance, two hundred meters from your position.

There was a bit of garbage strewn around here, and you yourself were hiding inside of a one - a wrecked mining vehicle stripped of all useful parts, but still with enough hull to keep you from being spotted by those in the tower: if they were watching, of course.

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