"Well that's good news for me because I have been meaning to get a chance to fix the ship for awhile," Neil said, his mind now exploring the possibilities of working on the Highlander. Yes, mechs were his passion, but there was a class to fixing a starship that you couldn't match. He switched off the main power to let the ship slingshot toward the planet at the proper speed to gain the orbit velocity. To see the planet of Cylonieka with the lights dimmed was breathtaking. 

It was a blue and green marbel, and Neil whistled. The oceans were vast. It was almost an ocean world, except for the innumerable archipelagos and a myriad of robust islands of mountains and forests. They looked to be the closest things to continents on world. Taya gasped at the sight, her hands clapping onto her mouth. "It's beautiful!" she said, before Lonney pipped in, detailing the planets basic aspects. 

"Cylonieka. The surface is 89% water. The atmosphere is 76.01% nitrogen, 22.95% oxygen, 1.01% argon, 0.04% carbon dioxide, and small traces of other gases. Gravity is the galactic average. Main exports are seafood, Cyloniekan wine, textiles, and art. It has 4 moons. Vastus, Regonieda, Kulvor, and Rexus respectively."

"Military?" Junebug asked, and Neil listened more intently. He was interested too. 

"The Island nations hold their own ground forces through fiefdom loyalty. They do not use the Corp organization, as they don't have sufficient landmass for such a large body of soldiers. They separate themselves intp separate divisions and, more rarely, regiments. They have advanced Anti-Air and Orbital defenses, and formidable navies. However, these are only in reference to the Island nations. The archipelagos are controlled by lesser militia or Paramilitary groups." 

"Thieves and pirates," Indra spat, her full lips snarling in distaste. The planet grew larger on the display, and Neil suddenly realized the breadth of what the intrigue had to be like in such a divided world. Neil chuckled at Indra's words, though. "You act like it's a bad thing." He said, smirking. He turned the thrusters on for a moment to slow their descent, and within moments they were caught in the planet's orbit, taking a short time to float across the surface of the planet before they were above her home Island. 

"Well, some commit acts with better style," She conceded, and then she gasped and pointed at the screen. "There!" She stood up and leaned forward, her large bosom pressed to Neil's shoulder, and suddenly his heart began to race as fast as it had when he'd been working on the mech, or last she smiled at him. She pointed at the screen. "There, see it? It's the one that looks like a crab from above. Do you see?" 

Incredibly, Neil did see it, despite her long dark hair dangling in front of his eyes. "Yeah, but we need to stay in our seats for safety." 

"Sorry," She said, and plopped down. "I got excited. I haven't been here in months." 

"I'm excited too!" Taya said, and she and Indra began to talk about all they would do once they landed, Indra adding in the sights she wanted to show Neil and asking if she could watch him repair the ship. Neil had to pipe in. "We might want to add we have a Hexanagallion on the ship. He might be ugly, but he still counts. Let's tell your father's men not to shoot him." 

"Oh, my father would probably want to hire him." Indra said, snorting. Neil could see the logic in it. Hex's made for incredible mercenaries and shock troops. Though Saxon was less...agreeable than most Hexanagallions. Sure, they weren't a race known for their happy-go-lucky attitudes, but Saxon worked alone, even away from others of his species. He was glad the Xenos wasn't in here now. He'd given up trying to squeeze into the cockpit corridor. "I'm certain he'll want to extort all of you to some extent, though he'll probably let up for you saving me." It was obvious she was exaggerating to a degree, but still something good to note. Neil placed in the codes Indra gave him, and phoned in the request.

As they lowered onto the planet surface, the world blew up in their vision until they could see nothing but ocean. Minutes passed as they slowly glided lower and lower until they passed a small mountain that scythed out of the surface of the ocean to reveal the sprawling palace of Indra's home. 
 
Impressive spires of opulent design framed the location, with various circular pads to land on for any approaching ship. They could see their surface to air missiles lowering, having locked on only to be called off as the Highlander used the last of its power to lower and slowly land atop the highest landing bay of the Palace, unevenly clanking against the pristine surface as its module ran out of juice. 

"Think they got bathrooms here?" Neil joked. 
[@Penny]