With the door closed, Kanitah retook his seat. Reaching into a nearby box and pulling out two bottles of unmarked ale, smuggler ships always have the strongest drink. He popped the tops off of both of them and downed one, sipping on the second one. 

The pilot groaned, Kanitah was gonna drink all of his product. He'd better get him to the ground before he finishes off that box. With both hands he pushed down on the wheel, forcing the ship's nose towards the ground. Its engine roared and the ship began a rapid descent towards the ground. In the back, Kanitah accidentally hit himself in the lip with his bottle. The acceleration caused his hand to move on its own.

"Hey! Careful! You nearly made me spill my drink." The war vet growled out through his teeth. Kanitah had been drinking a lot lately, he's been stressing over where his daughter has gone. "Keep this thing steady, I'm already a bit lightheaded and I can feel my stomach in my throat."

Sure, blame the ride. Thought the pilot. It's totally not your profuse drinking, not at all. "Fine, but don ask me to hurry up if you want a smooth ride. Anyway, werr here." The ship ground to a halt, a wave of air blasting out from the bottom and throwing up a cloud of dust into the air around the ship. "This's yer stop."

Last sip. Kanitah threw the bottle back and tossed it into the box where they'd been tossing the empty bottles. "Thanks. I'll make sure to pay you back for the lost product. Alright?" The pilot shook his head. 

"On the house, I'm only s'posed to d'liver three crates. I got plenny." On that note, Kanitah threw the door open and looked over his shoulder.

"Head off to a safe distance, this might get ugly. I still need a ride off this rock once I teach this jerk why it makes you suspicious to fly through the stratosphere at mach 3 or so." 

"Sure, I'll be over thar when yer done." The pilot pointed off to a hill in the distance, just beyond which one could see a small suburb. 

The Pundambayan hopped out and onto the field, the door closed behind him and the ship drifted off to rest on the hill.

This is Earth, a small blue marble suspended in a beam of light. It's pretty nice lookin', but the air's a bit gross. Humans have too much pollution in the air. 

Kanitah surveyed the area around him, it was just a large grassy plain with a number of hills and thick oak trees surrounding it. A few small ponds and sandy bits dotted the landscape. Just outside of earshot there was people running off. To Kanitah, this was a nice place. A good location for any manner of event, be it a party or a fight. 

To humans, however, it's known as a golf course. 

He looked upwards, waiting for Freedom to land. Kanitah meant it when he said take it to the ground. He honestly hoped that Freedom didn't expect Kanitah to fight him in the air.