<strong>Dixie Mae Clementine approaching the Blue Ridge.</strong><br/><br/>I had almost caught up with my fellow pilots when I caught sight of the big zeppelin. It looked a bit battered but then again, some of the planes my colleagues were flying didn't look much better. My Bloodhawk wasn't in the best state ever but it was in good flying order and with a bit of paint everything should be fine. Still flying a little away from the group I was the last one there and thus had to circle to let the others go first.<br/><br/>Not long after that I got my clearance and started my pre-landing checklist.<br/><br/>As I lined up for the landing I decided to do a little pirate move. As if flying on low speeds in this machine wasn't already hard enough. My approach path wasn't straight in. It was a straight down as I called it. Because I needed to go slow, I couldn't use my engine so I had to glide it in, something I forgot to mention to the zeppelin. Visually higher than the sky hook was, I slowed down pulling the throttle lever towards me and pushed the stick down slightly to keep my speed high enough without the engine. When I was sure I was going to make it, still with a good distance to cover, I shut off my engine completely and slammed on the spoilers, spoiling the airflow over the wings and thus slowing me down.<br/><br/>When I felt my plane hook up with the loud sound of metal on metal, I opened my cockpit and let out a victory yell as if I had just defeated them dirty Navajo folks. I could just see the group of pilots with miss Lamarr walk into a room and after a nod to the hangar clerk I jumped from my plane and rushed to join the others.<br/><br/>I tapped my head as I walked in a few moments after the others.<br/><br/><strong>"G'day. Sorry I'm late, my plane wasn't located in Haven."</strong><br/>