<strong>The Bridge</strong><br/><br/>Captain Henderson glanced at the readings on his screen, then up at the large green planet that loomed in front of them. They were on the correct flight path and had just been sucked into the planets gravitational field. A slight adjustment and the thrusters kicked in, realigning the flight path. Henderson glanced over at the Communications Officer, Petty Officer Sloan Anderson. He had known her most of his life and their families had long been neighbors.<br/><br/>"Sloan, picking up any beacons or communications?" He asks before turning his attention back to the screen in front of him.<br/><br/>Sloan was tweaking and turning her controls, scanning all frequencies, but all she heard was silence. No communications of any sort. It was strange, in a way. Space was full of radio-waves, broadcasting on all frequencies, from news reports to comm chatter and the like. But this place, this place was dead silent.<br/><br/>"Not receiving any activity of any kind. No broadcasts from the surface of any sort either. The planet-side communications array is silent as expected, Sir." She responds a moment later though still continued to surf the airwaves.<br/><br/>Captain Henderson shook his head and clutched his hands behind his back. "Pilot Simmons, whats the weather and flight pattern looking like?"<br/><br/>"Large storm pattern over the eastern hemisphere, Sir. Looks like a tropical storm commonly found on Earth. Our LZ is clear, partly cloudy skies, hot and high humidity. Initial scans show an LZ slightly smaller then initially reported, but still big enough for us. There is a weather pattern moving in, so things may get bumpy before landing, but we should be clear to go."<br/><br/>"Good. Make final approach. The sooner we offload on this planet, the sooner we can get home." Captain Henderson commands before flipping on the Communications switch to broadcast to the rest of the crew.<br/><br/>"Good morning everybody. This is the Captain speaking. Our flight is on schedule. We shall be touching down in the LZ in ETA of 0100 Hours. The forecast does call for some hot temperatures, high humidity, and rain so be advised that we will be offloading as quickly as possible to avoid the weather. Commander Connor, I would like a word with you in private please."