It indeed was an awesome sight. The local media exploded with the planet side arrival of The Nori.
Not often had someone had the balls to 'suicide dive' a ship with a cubic kilometre of volume down their atmosphere, let alone survived it, and planned to take it back to orbit again.
Already, during the descend the most eager of reporters were already on the job and interviewing the 'Notorious Nori's', as they dubbed the ship, captain.
'Check check hello captain can you hear me ? yes good good, we are live in 3'
'What the ?'
'2'
'1'
'Hello dear viewers,
this Captain Blomar of the Golden Nori, who is currently doing the largest suicide drop Haradhere has seen to this day!
How are you feeling captain!'
Blomar hissed in pain, he had taken a bit too long to get to his crash couch, on account of his earlier spacewalk, and had lain down in it with his full on space gear. Which turned out to have been an excruciating mistake as his O2 backpack was slowly, with the force of 5G's, trying to separate his hip from his spine.
'AAAARRRRHHHHHGGGG'
The Reporter smiled in the camera as Blomar's cries of agony faded to the back ground.
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Rackham, who was in a far more attentive state than his captain, had tuned into the broadcast, quickly subscribed to 'The NoobMaster9000' and was the first to comment on his latest upload. He wrote this:
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It went on for longer, but the message was clear. Rackham saw it as his just, righteous, holy, duty to manhood to see this vendetta through.
What Noobmasters viewers made of it was an entirely different story. Someone had found a clip of Rackham's shame and posted it below him, to which he responded entirely in character.
The rest of the landing went down remarkably uneventful. The Nori touched down belly first with an eardrum shattering slam into the junk littered plains of Haradhere. The only bystanders were a couple of native frog like, but highly intelligent creatures, that learned a lesson or two about gravity and large flying, burning, objects that day but failed, being smushed to paste, to share their knowledge with their kind.
Their conversation started out with curiosity.
'burp, see that ?'
'quak, what?'
'burp, up there it is the evil gods coming down'
Quak grew nervous, she had lost family to the boots of the gods.
'Quak It looks very big'
'Burp I think its getting bigger'
Their conversation ended a second after this as they were burned to crispy state that considered a delicacy among the locals; Flash fried Froggie. Another second later the Nori sat on them and lowered down a long stair.
Atop it stood Anicetus Blomar, held up on his left by Lt. Streets, Kumar to his right, and gazed to the trash filled horizon.