The next two days of travel were much of the same.  The routine of ship life one full of dullness, hoping it wouldn't get exciting.  Excitement when there was nothing more than a bit of steel between you and space was never a good thing.<br/><br/>Ari and Sarah Beth were given the task of making a list of required and desired supplies for when they hit planetside.  Not that they had enough coin to cover half of what the ladies would likely want.  Not if Cal planned on hiring on a pilot.  The Captain spent a bit of time with Koschei as well, going over what she was expecting from the meeting.  Mainly that he'd just have to stand there and look like his intimidating self.<br/><br/>Finally the glow of Persephone filled the cockpit glass, a sight that was both welcoming and hated by the Captain of the ship.  Before she could even begin to plot the best approach an Alliance vessel came into view.<br/><br/>“Please identify your registration and business.”  A bored, whiny voice came over the speaker.  The next two hours were spent with Cal jumping through bureaucratic hoops before she was granted permission to land at the Eavesdown Docks.  Something new and entirely unwelcome.  A sure sign the Alliance was starting to crack down on Browncoat sympathizers.<br/><br/>Night was just starting to fall as they touched down, the pained hiss of the landing gears and rough bump making Cal wince.  Landings had never been something she was overly good at.  Meeting the crew in the cargo bay with a smile and a bounce in her step she tossed a bag of coin to Isi and Sarah Beth.  “Ari girl I canna trus' ya wi' coin more'n I ken throw ya.  Isi'll be goin' wi' when ye be shoppin'.  No nickin' parts, here me?”  The last was directed at Isi.<br/><br/>“Tha big man'll be stayin' behind fer a bit, tha buyer'll be here in a bit ta pay an' unload.  Tha night is yers.  We'll be takin' a meetin' in tha mornin', not sure 'ow long we'll be stayin' so no dallyin'.  Be careful.  Wi' tha Alliance sniffin' 'bout there's like ta be more'n unsavories than ye ken see.  Or'n ya can all be waitin' an I'll take ya out fer grub.”  She gave a shrug and let her crew decide what they wanted to do with their night.  There was work to be done.  The cargo had to be moved and inspected before the buyers came.<br/><br/>