The whole ship shifted as small jets aligned the Zephyr for a jump.  All systems were go, and the jump went off without a hitch--just the usual quick lurch forward pressing her pass back into her chair with a pleasant rub across her mound.  Then it was the usual light show of flashing particles and extra-dimensional space.  A tableau of cool colours ran across the blackvoid of space, and before it all, her inbox glowed.<br/><br/><strong>FRM</strong>: boy toy<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hey love!  How's life as a space bad-ass?  I just found this dope place on Molesworth 8, you know that weird station owned by the trillionaire?  Anyway, it's THE place to get alien tech.  We gotta go soon.  Love you~<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>FRM</strong>: bitch<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">No backing out now.  Everything you have's gonna be mine.  Once I get this engine upgrade, I'm gonna leave your hunk of junk even further in the dust. ~F<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Neither was particularly unexpected, although a new black market for alien goods was out of the ordinary.  Molesworth 8 was on the far side of the sector, however--not the easiest place to casually reach when there was money to be made.  Facile was doing her usual fish for reactions.<br/><br/>A few minutes later and the ship lurched backwards, Lucille sliding forward with a little jerk as it did.  Suddenly she was at the edge of the solar system, and the ship costed for Carca.  Immediately she got dozens of traffic notifications and flight advisories.  "The Free Peoples' Republic of Carca" and the "Liberated Federations of Carca" threatened to shoot down any unannounced vessel entering their airspace.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the drug manufacturer was in a neutral impoverished state, ripe with human material for slave labour and vast lush fields for growing the modified organisms.  With enough he could spit out Fuse at an incredible rate, and he had been.  Rumour had it that Von Suthu was personally responsible for turning the Fuse business from a cottage industry into an industrial effort on Carca.<br/><br/>As the planet grew to become a larger and larger green and blue blob on her view port, images popped up showing the compound Von was stashed in.  There was the usual--walls, fences, guard posts.  The only thing of any concern was the military grade Anti-Air turret atop the central building.  That was going to be a problem.  If she tried a normal landing on-site it'd blaze through her shields in an instant.  Quite the quandry.<br/><br/>There were two broad options--go in hard and fast, destroying the turret before it had a chance to lock onto the Zephyr, or land behind a nearby hill and go in on foot.<br/><br/>Lucille's vessel hung in the upper atmosphere, continents and oceans stretching out beneath her feet like so much rug to her as she sat on high.  Decisions, decisions.<br/><br/><strong>Landing Behind Hill</strong>is a free action.<br/><br/><strong>Hard and Fast</strong>is a Piloting+Shooting action, meaning you roll a total of 5 dice.<br/><br/><em>Improvisation always available ;)</em><br/>Remember to declare Effort Point expenditure before rolling\at the same time as you roll.