After sunset on Thursday the 5th of May...
Numbers. Even in the skies over RhyDin on the far side from Star's End there was a fairly steady stream of numbers on the airwaves. Men and women piloting a wide range of craft made their positions known according to what seemed to be most commonly understood, and Sergei Rodovic picked up the lingo fast. Fifty miles out he advised them of his location, altitude, bearing and destination, and had to smile when a gravelly voice gave the first reply: "Welcome to our skies, kid."
The smile didn't last long. Rodovic was running behind schedule, and if he wanted the bonus and the prospect of future work with Lord Zayveon, he'd have to pick up the pace on his return trip to La'teler for Shambles' half of the supplies. Riverview came first, and fingers crossed, he prayed that he'd get his fragile cargo unloaded fast.
As the desert slipped away behind him, the lights of RhyDin rose like a flame before him, and he touched his headset again. "Sweet Maria five miles south of Westbridge Tower, angels..." He checked. "...six thousand, arrival, intend vertical Westbridge Platform 2, call conflict. Out of six thousand for surface at this time!"
In a more familiar city on a job like this he would have come in a lot faster, but this was only his second time flying back into RhyDin and he took it easy, keeping a close eye on his surroundings. Between this, landing his plane and making sure the levitation battery recharged the fuel during his absence, it was another half an hour before he arrived at the front door of Riverview Clinic with three wooden boxes of carefully packed medical supplies on a dolly. Uncertain exactly what to do but in a great rush, he poked his head in the front door, thrust a piece of paper out and said in a single breath,
"Medical supplies, shipping number 00214, for Riverview Clinic from Lord Z'ev Zayveon, courtesy of Sky Courier Rodovic! Sign here, please!"
Numbers. Even in the skies over RhyDin on the far side from Star's End there was a fairly steady stream of numbers on the airwaves. Men and women piloting a wide range of craft made their positions known according to what seemed to be most commonly understood, and Sergei Rodovic picked up the lingo fast. Fifty miles out he advised them of his location, altitude, bearing and destination, and had to smile when a gravelly voice gave the first reply: "Welcome to our skies, kid."
The smile didn't last long. Rodovic was running behind schedule, and if he wanted the bonus and the prospect of future work with Lord Zayveon, he'd have to pick up the pace on his return trip to La'teler for Shambles' half of the supplies. Riverview came first, and fingers crossed, he prayed that he'd get his fragile cargo unloaded fast.
As the desert slipped away behind him, the lights of RhyDin rose like a flame before him, and he touched his headset again. "Sweet Maria five miles south of Westbridge Tower, angels..." He checked. "...six thousand, arrival, intend vertical Westbridge Platform 2, call conflict. Out of six thousand for surface at this time!"
In a more familiar city on a job like this he would have come in a lot faster, but this was only his second time flying back into RhyDin and he took it easy, keeping a close eye on his surroundings. Between this, landing his plane and making sure the levitation battery recharged the fuel during his absence, it was another half an hour before he arrived at the front door of Riverview Clinic with three wooden boxes of carefully packed medical supplies on a dolly. Uncertain exactly what to do but in a great rush, he poked his head in the front door, thrust a piece of paper out and said in a single breath,
"Medical supplies, shipping number 00214, for Riverview Clinic from Lord Z'ev Zayveon, courtesy of Sky Courier Rodovic! Sign here, please!"