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nervous?" he asked, frowning, "We're just landing."
"This is still probably the most dangerous part of the mission where I'm from," Erena confessed, swallowing hard and gripping the seat.
"What the hell is your species doing exploring deep space if you haven't even mastered takeoff and landing yet?" Shang shook his head in dismay, tilting the nose down and slipping into the atmosphere as gracefully as a fish into water.
They fell towards the surface like a feather on the breeze. Erena could swear the hull hadn't even heated up.
"You're going to have to teach me how you did that," Erena said, dazzled, as they floated towards one of the larger landmasses.
"Yeah right," Shang scoffed, "Last thing I need is the pet alien trying to fly."
"Excuse me? I trained my whole life to fly space craft!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
The ship was soon taxing above what looked to Erena as she stared out the window almost exactly like an average downtown airport. If it weren't for how weird the craft landing on it were and the fact that the buildings here seemed to favor three sides rather than four.
They landed without a bump, Shang muttering credentials to a controller over the ship's coms as they pulled in. They coasted on the magnetic landing gear through wide streets behind a few larger personal craft until they reached the parking garage for Shang's ship class.
He complained bitterly as he went that smaller ships always got to park closer to the airport. His was outfitted to carry cargo, and was thus bigger than most non-commercial craft.
Erena was reminded of the fact that he was a pirate and it caught her temporarily by surprise. She hadn't asked him anything about that yet. She wondered what he would say if she did.
"Oh, hey, take this."
They were about to leave the ship when Shang handed Erena a small disposable package. Inside there was what looked to Erena like a cotton medical mask.
"Put it on," he said, "It'll help you adjust to the atmosphere faster. It can be kind of a shock to the system otherwise."
Erena frowned but put the mask on anyway, seeing that he was doing the same. He opened the doors and the outside air hit Erena like a brick to the face. She dropped to her knees at once, wheezing and swearing.
"Burns like a son of a bitch, right?" Shang commented casually, walking past her.
"I'm gonna die," she replied, eyes tearing up, her lung screaming, "Air!"
"Take deep breaths, Fluffy," Shang rolled his eyes, waiting for her at the bottom of the ramp, "You're not dying."
Erena responded by falling over and blacking out.
"Okay, so, maybe I underestimated what the antihistamines in the mask would do for you alien physiology," Shang hunched his shoulders defensively as they sat in the airport adjustment room, a quiet, soothing pastel yellow lobby full of comfortable seating, while Erena breathed into an oxygen mask and glared at him, "I still say you over reacted. If you hadn't panicked the reaction would have been much milder."
He was sitting beside her on a comfortable padded bench, his arm around her half to help support her and half, Erena thought, to reassure himself.
He'd panicked at least as much as her when she'd passed out. Though she was annoyed with him, she couldn't help being slightly pleased by his concern. A handful of other aliens in the room, also adjusting to the atmosphere, eyed their bickering curiously.
"If you... had properly... prepared me ..." Erena wheezed between puffs on the oxygen mask.
"I said I was sorry."
"You did... not."
"I said it while you were passed out."
"That... doesn't...count!"
When she could breathe again, he helped her outside. The air still felt uncomfortable in her lungs, somehow too heavy, leaving her feeling permanently short of breath, but she was getting used to it. But now that they could finally leave the airport, Erena could see the planet properly at last.
"Wow..."
She leaned on Shang for support, staring openly. The wedge shaped buildings, all copper gold and
"This is still probably the most dangerous part of the mission where I'm from," Erena confessed, swallowing hard and gripping the seat.
"What the hell is your species doing exploring deep space if you haven't even mastered takeoff and landing yet?" Shang shook his head in dismay, tilting the nose down and slipping into the atmosphere as gracefully as a fish into water.
They fell towards the surface like a feather on the breeze. Erena could swear the hull hadn't even heated up.
"You're going to have to teach me how you did that," Erena said, dazzled, as they floated towards one of the larger landmasses.
"Yeah right," Shang scoffed, "Last thing I need is the pet alien trying to fly."
"Excuse me? I trained my whole life to fly space craft!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
The ship was soon taxing above what looked to Erena as she stared out the window almost exactly like an average downtown airport. If it weren't for how weird the craft landing on it were and the fact that the buildings here seemed to favor three sides rather than four.
They landed without a bump, Shang muttering credentials to a controller over the ship's coms as they pulled in. They coasted on the magnetic landing gear through wide streets behind a few larger personal craft until they reached the parking garage for Shang's ship class.
He complained bitterly as he went that smaller ships always got to park closer to the airport. His was outfitted to carry cargo, and was thus bigger than most non-commercial craft.
Erena was reminded of the fact that he was a pirate and it caught her temporarily by surprise. She hadn't asked him anything about that yet. She wondered what he would say if she did.
"Oh, hey, take this."
They were about to leave the ship when Shang handed Erena a small disposable package. Inside there was what looked to Erena like a cotton medical mask.
"Put it on," he said, "It'll help you adjust to the atmosphere faster. It can be kind of a shock to the system otherwise."
Erena frowned but put the mask on anyway, seeing that he was doing the same. He opened the doors and the outside air hit Erena like a brick to the face. She dropped to her knees at once, wheezing and swearing.
"Burns like a son of a bitch, right?" Shang commented casually, walking past her.
"I'm gonna die," she replied, eyes tearing up, her lung screaming, "Air!"
"Take deep breaths, Fluffy," Shang rolled his eyes, waiting for her at the bottom of the ramp, "You're not dying."
Erena responded by falling over and blacking out.
"Okay, so, maybe I underestimated what the antihistamines in the mask would do for you alien physiology," Shang hunched his shoulders defensively as they sat in the airport adjustment room, a quiet, soothing pastel yellow lobby full of comfortable seating, while Erena breathed into an oxygen mask and glared at him, "I still say you over reacted. If you hadn't panicked the reaction would have been much milder."
He was sitting beside her on a comfortable padded bench, his arm around her half to help support her and half, Erena thought, to reassure himself.
He'd panicked at least as much as her when she'd passed out. Though she was annoyed with him, she couldn't help being slightly pleased by his concern. A handful of other aliens in the room, also adjusting to the atmosphere, eyed their bickering curiously.
"If you... had properly... prepared me ..." Erena wheezed between puffs on the oxygen mask.
"I said I was sorry."
"You did... not."
"I said it while you were passed out."
"That... doesn't...count!"
When she could breathe again, he helped her outside. The air still felt uncomfortable in her lungs, somehow too heavy, leaving her feeling permanently short of breath, but she was getting used to it. But now that they could finally leave the airport, Erena could see the planet properly at last.
"Wow..."
She leaned on Shang for support, staring openly. The wedge shaped buildings, all copper gold and
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