Several hundred miles to the south of Shang-Qing's Keep, A flying ship of some kind made its final approach.. right into the side of the hill, plowing right into it, wedging itself into the ground. A thick column of smoke began to issue forth from the battered remains of the ship. It likely would be visible from the keep, and his flight path would have been difficult to miss..<br/><br/>Inside, its lone pilot struggled to try and get the craft to take off again, but with no success. The thick smoke was beginning to fill the control room, forcing the man off the area. "Damn it. This is no good.." he said to himself, as he raced down the hallways of the crippled ship, then opening what looked like a cargo door on the side of the ship. It swung wide open, the billowing smoke inside now having a way out. He ran back into the hold, quickly tossing out usable supplies, then grabbing an extinguisher and running down to the engine room, fiercely fighting the fire. He would be damned to Hades if he was going to let his best creation just blow up..