The crew of the LF Drakonan piled into the cockpit of the small freighter, the nine man crew struggling to avoid jostling one another with every slight vibration of the ship as it hurtled toward the desert planet below. The crew stood huddled near the doorway shoulder to shoulder except for the man captaining the ship, Ely, whose eyes never left the planetary surface below, and Azalin, the tall alien man with the regal face accentuated by his piercing red eyes and horn protruding from his temples, sitting in the copilots chair, however unlike the man beside him he turns to face the remaining crew. "Does everybody understand what we're here to do?" He asked the group at large. Nothing but solemn silence replied to him, they had been preparing for this for the better part of a month they were all well aware of what their mission was down on the surface. "Then load up we'll be landing in a few minutes"
As the last of the crew shuffle out the cockpit, Azalin turns to Ely and asks,
"Do you think we can pull this off?"
"Let's hope so otherwise I doubt we'll be leaving here with our heads" was the reply that greeted him.
The remaining seven members of the crew ran around the ship in complete disarray trying to locate discarded blasters, explosives, and even articles of clothing from rooms and storage compartments all while dancing around one another hoping to avoid accidentally shooting or detonating one another at every turn. The plan had been meticulously laid out and scouted, while the inner organization of the ship left a lot to be desired. The crew came to a halt in their preparations when the ship gave a violent shudder as it finally touched down on the surface. A collective shudder went through the crew as the ramp dropped and the harsh sand from the unforgiving surface of Varadan blew up into the ship, the planning was over their mission began now.
