[center][h2]”Welcome To Paradise"[/h2][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wGccYbq.png[/img] [/center] [b]Tommy Pearson[/b] is a character created by [@Herald] The black surrounding Pelorum was a busy, crowded place. Everywhere Yuri looked, his eyes could spot the comings and goings of a myriad ships…a vast, seemingly chaotic armada, mere seconds from calamity, yet sewn together in a complex, living tapestry. The pilot’s radar could offer only a hint at the vast, intricate ballet that flowed to the world, its’ moons, and dozens of sprawling orbital casinos. For the moment, Yuri gave quiet thanks that his was not the hand required to thread this particular needle. Still, a glance toward Tommy Pearson was a glimpse into the pilot’s personal tao. He took his surroundings in stride, somehow finding China Doll’s place in the transitioning framework. Tommy keyed his mic. “Pelorum Approach, this is CV China Doll, pulse beacon ident seven-seven-six-zero Mike Charlie, standing by for burn in clearance.” The greeting was followed by an easy touch to the throttles. “Pelorum’s a busy place…especially right now with all the colleges in the ‘verse out for Spring Break. I conjure we’ll be coasting for a few ticks.” “Heard that,” Yuri nodded from the left seat. “I know our bunch of kids are chomping at the bit…” He was interrupted by a sudden burst of com traffic, a voice booming from a powerful transceiver. [i][b]’CV China Doll, we show you third in line for entry corridor two. Come left to zero-niner-four and make your speed fifteen-K-two-zero seven knots.”[/b][/i] “China Doll copies.” With a gentle touch to the yolk, the pilot nudged his throttles, goading the Firefly back up to standard reentry speed. A subtle roll brought the crystal blue disc of Pelorum to center beneath them. In the distance lay the flashing beacon, a channel marker for one of the planet’s dozen re-renty points. As Yuri watched, a vessel swept past, her hull soon trailing flame as she buffeted into the thick warmth of the planet’s tropical atmosphere. “Guess I’d better get the children strapped in,” he quipped as he keyed the intercom mic. [i][b]”This is the first mate. We’re on final approach to New Iberia Spaceport. At this time, we need everybody strapped in place for burn in and landing. Abigail and Edina will come around to make sure you’re all squared away. Temperature at New Iberia is seventy-nine degrees. Local time is four fifty-two PM. The youth hostel you all booked will have rickshaws waiting for you when we touch down. I just want to say.” Yuri continued, “on behalf of the crew, we’re all grateful for your help getting the Anabaptists out of harm’s way. Hope you have a happy time on Pelorum.”[/b][/i] Hee slipped the mic back into it’s cradle, taking note of a quiet smirk on the pilot’s face. “Oh come on,” he chuckled. “They weren’t that bad, were they?” Tommy fixed him with a sidelong glance. “Have you talked to Abby?” The pilot’s smirk broadened to a wry grin at the first mate’s nonplussed expression. “One of our college boys got a might…familiar…with our deckhand. Not to worry,” he chuckled. “Let’s just say she taught him the error of his ways.” “Did that lesson end up in the medbay?” “Nope,” the pilot smiled,, “but there’s bets bein’ laid about how quick he gets off when we drop the ramp.” Yuri chuckled to himself. “Put me down for twenty.” He made a note to himself for a sit down with Abby. While there was no doubt the young deckhand could dispatch the unwanted attentions of a passenger, he thought it wise for her to fill him in when she ran afoul of such doings. For that matter, he thought all the women of China Doll should speak out. After Greenleaf and their dealings on Osiris, there wasn’t a one of them he didn’t care about. The ‘verse could be a hard place for a woman…but China Doll was sprouting a sense of home. By Buddha, he wanted it safe for them. [i][b]”China Doll, you’re cleared for entry corridor two. Maintain speed and pitch Z minus twenty-five degrees.”[/b][/i] “Roger, Pelorum,” Tommy acknowledged as he wheeled the boat into the channel. “China Doll’s on burn in.” One he’d set their descent course, the pilot pitched the Firefly’s nose up. Almost immediately could be felt the friction of atmo as it brushed their hull, rising temperature bringing with it a cherry red glow and fiery wake as she plunged into the air. “So, Yuri,” he asked casually, “got any plans for your down time?” The first mate responded with a solitary shake of his head. “Not much. After Earth-That-Was Museum picks up their cargo I might drop by to have a look around. Maybe check out a jazz club if such is available,” he answered. Edina had already agreed to the museum trip. An easy enough outing. But jazz could be an acquired taste. He wondered if she had any interest, or if he should leave that as a solo night. “Thinking I’ll go inland,” the pilot kept steady hands upon the yolk as the roar of thickening air played over the outer hull. “There are horse farms further in. Been a hound’s age since I sat a horse,” his tone became wistful as the atmo engines roared to life. “Ranch I’m eyeballin’ also has cattle drives. Haven’t thrown a lariat since I sprouted chin hairs,” he said. The mate gave a positive nod. “Sounds really fine,” he agreed. “I conjure Cap’n’s gonna leave me to mind the store for a few days. Do me a favor? Take lots of captures?” “Sure thing, Yuri.” China Doll broke into a clear sky, her form silhouetted in the afternoon sun as she rode in over the wavetops. The coastline was a clutter of tightly packed resort hotels and vacation condominiums, their occupants teaming like ants across the beach and into the shallows of turquoise clear water. A moment’s passage soon found them over New Iberia Spaceport, hovering serenely as Tommy’s hand guided her nose in line with the berthing space below. As the longshoremen waited to couple umbilicals, the Firefly settled onto her struts, her posture seeming to ease as the engines spun down. This would be her home for the next several days…nearabouts a week, if Cap’n’s plans were to flower. “Abby,” Yuri keyed the intercom. “We’re secured. You can open ‘er up.” “Shiny,” came the girl’s answer. Yuri watched as the corresponding light on Tommy’s panel switched from green to red. Despite his better judgment, the first mate couldn’t resist calling the deckhand once again. “I heard you made a passenger really interested in getting off the boat,” he said. “You heard true,” Abby’s voice crackled over the speaker. Tommy grinned as Yuri asked, “should I come down to see him off?” “Done gone already.” “Hmmm, seems awful quick. Abigail Travis, did you scare a passenger off this boat?...” “...Again?” Tommy chortled. Yuri laughed. “Again?” he finished the question. He could read the faux innocence of her tone as she answered. “I ain’t did a thing, sir.” “Nothing?” “Nary a bit,” the girl replied. “Short ‘o’ introducin’ ‘im tah muh friend Sam.” As Yuri’s brow furrowed, the pilot threw back his head and laughed. “I don’t get it,” the mate admitted. “Sam who?” A gleeful Tommy replied by lifting the revolver from his hip. “Samuel Colt.” Yuri keyed the mic one last time. “Shiny. Carry on.”