First Landing [2430-1-1-Fri-3pm]

[Booker]

Booker listened intently to the conversing of the rest of the crew. Booker did feel a little disappointed in Solomon that he had practically stole the shuttle. But that was probably one of the only bad things Solomon has done, right? He was proud of him in that he would admit he done wrong and try to make up for it. It made him a great guy. The kind of guy that Booker greatly respected.

When Solomon asked if there were any questions, Booker tried to think of some, but he couldn't. He shook his head and said, "No questions here."

Booker was looking forward to staying n Antheia for the next couple days. He'd help out by working and if there was no work left to do, he'd probably explore some of this beautiful new world. Magdalen left to gather her things and Booker did the same. "Me too!" He said, and happily walked to his room to gather his necessities for the next few days.

[Olive]

Olive listened intently. She guessed this meant there would be some talking to some people before they could go wander the planet. Really she wanted to be on a different planet at that moment, exploring a completely new surrounding. But if she had to be back on her home ground again, then they were right: she had to go visit her family.

"Alright everyone!" she said excitedly, getting up as a few of the others filed out to their rooms. "Let's get this party started!"

[Solomon Taylor]

Sol chuckled a little at Olive's enthusiasm. He nodded. "If you guys need to grab anything, now's the time. I'm going to go open the ramp and see who I can talk to about getting that shuttle off the ship."

He headed down the hallway and out onto the cargo bay walkway. There it was, his first headache. He stepped down the stairs and looked over the shuttle once more. It was a wonder the thing had gotten him to Terra. It was built for short range distances, between close ships, or large ships or space stations and a nearby planet. It wasn't for three day trips from one planet to another. It was in rough shape, for sure. Definitely needed a re-paint. More fuel. He just hoped the people at the space port would understand.

He hit the button on the nearby wall panel to open up the ship, taking in a deep breath as the refreshing Antheia air rushed past him, filling the ship's dead, stuffy--and a little smoky--air with sweet relief. It was good to be back.