[b][u]Part 2[/u][/b] (Closed, see part 3) "Atti, this is totally foolish. The conditions in the cosmodrome are deadly to even seasoned guardians! Eighty KPH winds, hail, snow, 1 meter visibility, negative thirty degrees!" [b]"If you're scared stay in the ship"[/b] "I'm a machine, I fear only for your safety" [b]"Then quell your fears. You said this is the only location I could find my alloy. I cannot face the hazards of the Dreadnaught again without my best armor. This... Dress"[/b] [i]*Atticus motions to his body armor, a traditional warlock armored coat*[/i] [b]"Is completely unacceptable." [/b] The ship jostles violently to the left. An aggressive correction shakes the vessel as violently, but maintains course. "We're navigating by instruments alone, Atticus take yourself to orbit before you become the first guardian to perish because of weather." [b]"Instruments? I've just been guessing..."[/b] "Now is not the time for jokes!" [b]"Calm down Little-Light. That last one scared me too. I'm going to set us down, we're only eight kilometers from the colony ship. I'll walk the rest of the way."[/b] Various readouts spring to life as the manual landing system is engaged. Ground mapping radar, distance calculators, numerous velocities representing motion on three axes. An impossible puzzle to the inexperienced pilot, and a difficult one for the best. A few tense moments end with a firm shudder, a safe landing. "I still think this is insanity" [b]"And you're certainly entitled to your opinion!"[/b] Activating the transmat, the guardian now stands beneath his ship. A crater of snow surrounds his ship, the ground wet and muddy from the landing thrusters.[b] "Almost pleasant down here."[/b] He knew this would change as he crests the crater wall. A gust of wind nearly steals Atticus's footing as his torso crosses the threshold. [b]"Well Little-Light, lets see what trouble we can find."[/b] (Closed, see part 3)