<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - No snooze on the proximity klaxons - Vincent's Quarters=-</strong></div><br/>The all too familiar chirping of the ship's sensors rouses the copilot from his sleep with a groan and he sets about his day in a routine that is all too familiar.  First he reclaims his captured arm from the snoozing Mae by paying the necessary toll of a passionate kiss.  From there he crawls over his girlfriend, pausing for a moment while straddling her to do some quick mental math to determine how much time he had free, only to sigh in disappointment with his findings and hopping out of his bed.  From there he moved to his dresser and obtained a pair of clean boxers and made his way to the helm wearing nothing but his underwear and several red claw marks on his shoulder blades and back.  Just another morning on the job.<br/><br/>After getting situated at his console, he evaluates a myriad of screens, gages, and lights before accessing just as many menus and navigation controls with a familiarity that made it second nature even in his half-awake condition.  It took him a moment to adjust to the brightness of the white sun, despite the solar shielding offered by the cockpit's plated glass viewport.  They were still a modest while away from entering Avalon's atmosphere, but they were reaching a point where gravitational pulls would make having a pilot at the controls a wise idea just in case.  The fine-tuning corrections that he needed to make as a result of the sun's relative nearness was minor and was a matter of convenience rather than safety.  Once done, Vincent preoccupied himself by rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trying to fully rouse himself out of sheer will.  He heard his bedroom door open and leaned far over out of his chair to look into the hallway with a wolfish grin on his face as Mae made her way to the bathroom for her shower.  The young copilot always managed to find time to ogle at his girlfriend and admire the sway of her hips as she was walking away.  She had a great ass and she knew it.  She also knew that he knew it and knew that she knew, which only caused her to flaunt it that much more for him.<br/><br/>Only when she disappeared behind a door did he return his focus to the consol to see that nothing had changed so he allowed his mind to wander using that most recent visual as fuel.  Several more minutes passed and the secondary alert sounded, at which point Vincent assumed the manual controls and made contact with the control tower of the backwater planet's version of a space port.  Once clearance was given along with landing coordinates, he made an announcement over the ship's PA.  "Head's up folks, we're about to hit atmo to brace yourself for typical reentry turbulence.  If it's not already fastened into place, I suggest you grab hold of it promptly.  To the handcuffed prisoners of the Gamble, I am almost fairly certain the shelf containing all those heavy parts and bags is secured in place.  Though I it is the parts and bags that I am less confident about.  Good luck!"<br/><br/>Vincent placed the receiver back on the hook, considered, then picked it back up.  "Oh, and Miss Little; I noticed that you are not wearing a bra and there isn't enough time for you to put one on; please report to the helm so that I see to it that that precious cargo is firmly secured during landing."  This time he hung up the receiver and fastened his seatbelts with an amused smile on his face.  A few moments later, the ship began its descent planet side and eventually leveled out once they reached cruising altitude as he guided the ship towards the assigned LZ.  As they approached, the copilot couldn't help but cast a level glance at the planet's vast supply of nothingness below.  It was clear they had an abundance of dry dust, dirt, and sand that did wonders at reflecting the overpowering light of the white sun and not much else.  Vincent even had to narrow his eyes slightly to compensate for what light managed to bypass the solar damping properties of the viewport.  He made a mental note not to go out there without sunglasses.  After a few more minutes, Vincent brought the transport ship to a smooth landing and set the engines to their cool down cycle.  Once again he retrieved the mic and spoke over the ship's PA.  "On the behalf of Gamble Airways, I want to be the first to welcome you to Avalon the one moon to the twelfth planet orbiting the white sun; home of the fifteen second tan.  Today's weather forecast is hot and sunny with a one-hundred percent chance of being extra bright where the current time is Two O' God My Eyes!  In case you aren't picking up on my subtle hints, it's bright out there and I recommend you grab a pair of shades if you value your eyesight."