"Steady there, lover boy, don't kill the keyboard." T'vor told Damian. He leaned over Azurael's shoulder to see what she was looking at. He frowned. 
"Set underside thrusters to half power, alter angle by minus...point zero eight three. Turn us about fifteen degrees starboard. We can't change the trajectory, as you pointed out, but we can alter the angle that we come in to minimize hull damage."
He triggered the ship-wide com radio. "Attention all on board, this is the general. Due to Terra's erratic weather patterns, we'll have a rough landing. Landing procedures are commencing as of now. Recommending that all passengers secure themselves in a safe area. There will be no further warnings for the duration of this procedure."
He shut off the com and sat himself down in one of the pilot's seats before strapping himself in.
"Buckle up, ladies, you heard me." He called to the rest of them.

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Sephiroth looked up from his food at T'vor's announcement, then afterwards, he sighed. "Right in the middle of breakfast..." He muttered.
Immediately, the whole room swiftly cleared out as people hurried to follow the general's instructions. Sephiroth stood up.
"Grim, see the princess safely out." Then he turned and strode off.

Grim chuckled.
"Even after our conversation, you'd trust me with Sasha's safety? Either you're a fool, or a bloody genius!" He called after the white-haired demon, who didn't respond.
"Come, Sasha! You're the only royal Angel on board, so we can't let you get hurt!" Grim gave her a toothy grin, then beckoned for her to follow.