Natalia waited for a response.  She had deactivated her weapons but kept her shields up.  Was she still out of range?  She was approaching, continuously slowing down so as not to cause any undue alarm, but without radio contact it was impossible to tell what the controllers in the tower were thinking.

[b][i]"This is tower RX3248; report your vessel’s current status.”[/i][/b]

Natalia let out a small sigh.  Finally.

[b]"My ship was attacked by unknown bandits and suffered moderate damage.  Requesting priority landing clearance."[/b]

The tower officer reported everything she said to Nelson. Then the two shared a curious look, and a shoulder shrug.

[b]"Do you have a spare headset?"[/b] Nelson asked the officer. [b]"I wanna hear what she wants to say."[/b]

[b]"Yes sir."[/b] He bent down and opened his drawer, taking out an old headset. Plugging it in the required socket, the officer then gave it to the Lieutenant.

[b]"Here you go sir. Unfortunately this is a pretty old headset, and the mic is broken, so you can't talk to her."[/b]

[b]"That's fine."[/b] Nelson gratefully took the set, and began to receive transmission from Natalia.

[b]"This is control tower RX3248. We need your details on you and your vessel."[/b]

Natalia had to stop herself from instinctively asking what the fuck they meant.  She knew what they meant, but she couldn't help but be annoyed at the fact that they were interrogating her after she said that she had been attacked and her vessel was damaged.  Whatever.

[b]"My name is Natalia Aprilia, independent pilot.  My vessel is an IF-39B Medium Interceptor.  I didn't intend to come here; I bought transport on a freighter and was originally headed from Earth to Pollux.  The owner of said freighter also tried to sell me out to raiders, or pirates, or something.  I was ambushed as soon as I arrived in this system, but as you can see I am still among the living.  Can't say the same for my attackers, but the freighter got away.  The freighter was called the FMV Lanniston, for your information."[/b]

Nelson's eyebrows narrowed as the name of the freighter was heard said. 

[b]"FMV Lanniston...I've heard of that name before."[/b]

If his memories did not fail him, he had read about it at sometimes a few months ago. Not having encountered it before, but through newspaper articles and so, he knew that the Lanniston wasn't a freighter for good. 

[b]"Lanniston? I don't really want one of them to land here"[/b] The officer said, also recogizing the vessel, as Nelson crossed his arms in front of his chest.

[b]"I don't really trust them either. But the fact that her vessel is damaged could mean that she isn't really one of them."[/b] 

[b]"Then what do you suggest we do, sir?[/b] The officer asked, as Nelson place down the headset that he was just given.

[b]"You're the commander of the tower. It's up to you to decide. But if I were you, I would give her a place. Lives first, reasons later."[/b]

Despite having doubts about the oncoming ship, the young officer simply shrugged it away, as he was reminded of the purpose of a military personal, and being a space traffic controller. A purpose that no one are ever allowed to forget

[b]"Alright sir."[/b] He then turned to contact the Interceptor. [b]"This is control tower, you are permitted to land on runway 3."[/b]

There was a pause before a reply was heard, but finally Natalia was given clearance to land.  She let out a sigh and flicked a couple of switches.  [b]"Understood; beginning my approach."[/b]  Her navigational computer calculated an approach to the spaceport and displayed a flight path into the moon's atmosphere and towards the port.  She allowed her ship to stay in a stable orbit for a few moments before tilting the nose down and burning towards the moon.

Natalia's approach was, predictably, somewhat rocky.  Were it a space station, or the moon didn't have an atmosphere, it would have been a nonissue, but the introduction of wind resistance, however thin the atmosphere was, in conjunction with the disturbance in aerodynamics that always happens when a smooth surface becomes jagged and messed up, made things somewhat interesting.  Once the ship had finished aerobraking and slowed to a sub-orbital speed, Natalia had closed to within 20 kilometers of the spaceport, and it was then that she saw the Navy vessel resting on the dock.  It was almost comical how out of place it appeared, sitting at such a small civilian spaceport.  It appeared to just be a transport, so it was likely ferrying supplies.

Natalia's final approach was accomplished without problems.  She brought her ship down onto the runway and maneuvered towards one of the hangars.  It was then that she noticed how much of the spaceport had been turned into housing.  It was hardly surprising, it was hard times for everyone.  Who knew how close humanity came to extinction as a result of The Nomad's crusade.  And, of course, there were those who would take advantage of the chaos for their own gain.  Natalia had just experienced that side of humanity firsthand.  And now she would have to hope for a much better side of humanity if she were to hope to pay for the repairs to her ship.

Natalia deployed the ship's landing skids as it glided into one of the hangars, maneuvering to one corner of the structure once inside and setting it down on the floor of the hangar.  She began turning off her ship's systems when she noticed the commotion coming from the UWG ship.  Were those Marines?  Fully decked out?  Guarding the ship?  Something was off about that.  Sure, most Navy vessels had at least a small squad of Marines, but for a simple milk run they wouldn't take up such a posture.  Was there someone important with them?

It made her think, but she wrote it off.  It wasn't important at the moment; what was important was finding someone to fix her ship.  And maybe a job to help pay for said fixing.  She put on a helmet and turned on her suit's oxygen supply before opening the ship's canopy and stepping out of the cockpit, but then paused when she really saw the condition her ship was in.

"Motherfucker," she muttered.  Looking at readouts on the ship's computer didn't compare to visually seeing the damage.  Natalia's fighter had definitely seen better days.  She walked along the wing towards the edge, avoiding where a hole was blown right through it, then dropped down onto the floor of the hangar, heading towards what looked to be an airlock into the main facility.  She looked around for anyone who looked like they were in charge, but the hangar was completely unpopulated.  Possibly due to the arrival of the Navy ship.  She let out a grunt and proceeded into the main facility.  She removed her helmet as soon as she was inside and began to make her way towards... someplace.  In all honesty, she had no idea where she was going, but she needed to find someone of some importance.

She eventually saw a sign pointing towards a "Director's Office".  Naturally, she followed the sign, up a couple flights of stairs.  She passed by several people on the way; one man accompanied by a woman whom Natalia assumed was a scientist, followed not to far behind by a woman and a... Noxaara?  She had to do a double-take to confirm that, but it seemed odd for an alien to be here, in a colony that seemed so small.  Natalia shrugged and continued up until she made it into a hallway and spotted a door that appeared to be guarded by two men.  Were they guards?  They weren't exactly dressed for the part, but they did appear very guard-like in their posture.  She cautiously approached the door.  Sure enough, it was labeled "Director Ogilvie."

"May I go inside?  I'd like to speak to the director."

[@Catharyn][@Ozymandias]