<div class="floatright">(http://cmryan.brinkster.net/wiki/images/0/00/WereGonnaDie.JPG)</div>"OK.  OK! Here we go!"<br/><br/>The freighter lifts off and gently departs the docking berth. Tevlun eases the ship through the bay doors and guides her toward the planet.  Nyriaan grows in size through the cockpit canopy, crowding out the stars.  The sickly clouds swirling around the planet darken as you approach. "We are within fifty kilometers of breaching the ionosphere. I will now be shutting down all unnecessary systems until we touch down." The guildsman glances around. "You uh, might want to buckle up."<br/><br/>The interior lighting dims, and the omnipresent sound of the air scrubber is silenced, leaving only the faint thrum of the sublight engines. The ship is eerily quiet. Looking through the viewport creates the sudden sensation that you are falling toward the planet, which is technically accurate.<br/><br/>"Orbital laser telemetry acquired. Surface laser telemetry acquired." Tevlun murmurs, speaking mostly to himself. "Adjusting course to maintain synchronization.  Entering atmosphere in 3... 2... 1."  The view beyond the cockpit suddenly goes dark, and the sublight engines sputter in protest. The Snivvian flips a switch to compensate for the burst of ionization the ship has been exposed to, and the engine noise subsides.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a light on his console starts blinking an angry red, and alarm sounds shrilly in the confines of the cockpit.  "Uh... uh oh..." He begins to stammer. "I... I-I l-l-lost s-surface laser t-t-telemetry!" He begins to breathe in shallow gasps, and his hands stiffly grab the controls as the<em>Fflawray </em>plunges through Nyriaan's deadly atmosphere.