Jackson thumbed the switch to the Cabin mike while glancing at the other various controls 
and lights on the flight panel; "I'd strap up pretty quick, we're approaching orbital insertion,
and to avoid possible detection by the mystery ship on the other side, I'm coming in hard 
without taking a loop around".

Although the Lander was at least 30 maybe 35 years old, Jackson enjoyed the feel of this ship, 
perhaps not as solid as one hooked up to a neural interface, but it surfaced memories of back home.

The moon filled up the window of the Lander with a cashmere brown streaked with pomegranate red clouds, 
and pitted with an array of craters and ridges dotted with needle capped peaks.

Thoughts of past missions flew by Jackson, reminding reflexes and heart rate of things to come.

Entering at an almost ballistic trajectory, the Lander plummeted towards the hostile objective, 
with the outer hull of composite metals screaming its displeasure.

Jackson began to focus senses of the patterns on the Navi-Mon and the constant singing of the 
Prospector's beacon, while wrestling with the forces drawing together Jackson, Comrades, 
and Lander into an unwanted descent.

Purposefully short shooting the landing, Jackson fired hard on the Main's and then maneuvering 
thrusters, to propel the Lander along the horizon while peering towards their target, 
a tiny green blinking dot on the Navi-Mon.

"Almost there"; Jackson miked back to Fonsecka and Inoyue back in the Bay, while quickly giving 
Marr sitting just behind and to the right of Jackson, a quick wink.

Being short of the spot allowed Jackson to gaze longer at the Navi-Mon and prepare for the final 
part of the descent.

Thrusters fired, pitching the Lander no further than 200 meters from the beacon;  

"OK, I'm trying to get you as close as I can to the signal, and I don't know about you, 
but I want to get the hell out of here as soon as possible".

"I'm with you Jax"; piped in Fonsecka over the Cabin speaker; 
"We'll send out Boris first, just in case".

As the moon's surface fell closer, the Lander blared out its proximity alarm, conveying to 
Jackson and all onboard that their experiences within this tiny vessel, would intensify 
in no time at all . . .