[color=f7941d][i]We will be doing far more than just "touching down,[/i][/color] Carson thought among all the yelling.

With the change of plans she started barking orders once more, [color=f7941d]"Get me a maintenance report and try to get this smoke cleared! Prepare a second ground team to secure the areas around the landing site as soon as we are down! We will need a foothold to take the rest of the city from. I need sharpshooters on all sides! Nobody comes within two hundred meters of this ship, is that clear?"[/color]

The woman leaned with both hands on the control panel between two officers. As they descended and the flak cleared and more of the city came into detail she searched frantically for any sign of this landing pad Faulkner said he had cleared for them. There was the inactive AA gun up on the screen, but where... Carson couldn't help but notice a rather wide and very long main street flanked by low rise buildings leading to a huge plaza under the shadow of the gun. Not a landing pad. A street. No anti-gravity suspension, no holding field, no magnetic locks. Just a God damned street.

A question that had never occurred to her before crept to the forefront of her thoughts: How does one "land" an airship? The navigators must have seen it too. The fact that the ship was lining up with this makeshift runway did not escape her attention. She found herself gripping the sides of the panel until her knuckles turned white.

[color=f7941d]"Boys,"[/color] she called up to the bridge again, all the while watching the ground come closer and closer, [color=f7941d]"I have concerns. Many of them."[/color] [@Penultimate_Pi]