Within moments, the Devastator's Zeppelin landing gear, little more than a glorified four-inch wide metal spike on a tripod, hooked into place on the exposed machinery that was designed to accept the landing gear. As the Devastator's engine sputtered to a stop, the contra-rotating propellers at the back of the warplane slowly winding down to a gentle halt, the Loading unit inside the Zeppelin pulled the warplane into the belly of the Airship, rotating slowly before homing the Devastator into a painted square on the 'floor' of the Zeppelin's hangar bay, the areoplane's normal landing gear accepting its weight without so much as a groan of complaint.<br/><br/>Crewmen set chocks and used flat cables with winches over the wings to stabilize the Devastator, making sure it wouldn't move as the Landing crane again poked its ungainly snout out to accept the next pilot.<em>"Petit Mort has landed; next in line for pickup, please?"</em><br/><br/>Slowly, taking several minutes for each plane, the four remaining planes were drawn into the Zeppelin's cavernous docking bay, though the Sanderson Vampire, due to its large wingspan posed a unique challenge; Like the British Balmoral 140, the Vampire had to fold its wings in order to be fully drawn into the Zeppelin's body, taking slightly longer and shifting its centre of gravity, causing the plane to slip slightly as the crane hauled it into the hangar. Finally, after long, tense moments, the Belly hatch closed, and the PA in the ship announced what all the aircrew knew.<em>"Welcome aboard the Blue Ridge; All aircraft have been safely recovered."</em>