With the vessel now as close as he was willing to get it, Cid gave the order to begin landing procedures. Tempest was already moving for the loading bay by that point, and within a few short minutes, the ship rose into the skies once again, this time without her aboard. Satisfied, Cid pulled a nearby lever to raise his personal operations desk from it’s hidden location in the floor: a C-shaped workstation complete with his own personal switchboard, the matching microphones and earpieces, two cutting-edge black-and-white cathode ray tube displays, a typewriter, and no shortage of paper and stationery. The nearby switchboard operator wasted no time in setting things up, pulling a disguised bundle of cable from the ceiling and plugging it into the workstation to give it much-needed power and connectivity. The displays emitted their characteristic high-pitched whine as they came to life, and small lamps came to life above each jack on the switchboard that was active.