At horrifically high speeds, the Justice Star Cruiser<em>Long Arm</em>emerged from behind the gravity shadow of the podunk little world it had been sent to.  The cross shaped vessel had a sloping, wedge shaped front, sitting just in front of three massive cylinders slung under the arms of the cruciform.  Meanwhile, a set of ion engines blazed from the ship's elongated tail, propelling it into high orbit.<br/><br/>Antony Smith leaned forward in the copilot's seat, watching the ugly little world take shape before him.  "We'll be in geo-sync in 45 seconds."  The pilot warned him, as Antony watched the world rise with his cybernetic eyes.  "Get down to the pod!"  The representative cum pilot yelled, carefully making love to his flightstick as he carefully adjusted the velocity of the vessel.  Even the slightest mistake would be fatal to the crew when their pod landed, and this little shithole of a planet didn't even have the proper beacons to run an automated sequence.  "See if you can't get a pilot while you're down there!"  The representative screamed down the length of the cruiser, before becoming completely silent as he struggled to lock the vessel into orbit.<br/><br/>With an almost sexual sort of grace, the crew pod of the<em>Long Arm</em>detached itself from the mother ship, and activated its energy shields as it descended on a hyper tensile cable, free falling gracefully through the atmosphere.  Like a phone booth from the sky, the pod slammed into the ground with a heavy thud at 1823 hours local time, sending up a massive plume of dirt and debris, five kilometers from the little spaceport that their charges were to land at.  Mr. Smith silently signaled to his trooper escort to stay on the pod until called, as he boarded a speeder bike on the lower floor.  Closing a pair of black goggles over his eyes, he zoomed off to complete his assignment, looking up briefly to the cable that extended into the heavens, it's navigational warning pulse glistening softly to him in the twilight.