The little hamlet underneath the descending shuttles was just as Anonymous described on screen. Two little metal buildings with water tanks on the back, and a fairly lofty watch tower.
There was also a small platform for shuttles. 4 could fit on it, 2 spaces were already taken. One by a shuttle of some sort of a build unknown to John, and another of Nepleslian design.
The sun here was just under halfway down the horizon, continuing steadily and making the shadows it cast metres long and the stars were beginning to show up in the sky.
The shuttles landed with ease, and a bit of noise and kicking up sand. Someone in the lookout tower saw this and to investigate just who had landed.
He was an average looking Nepleslian, tall, strong, brown eyes, short brown hair, had an overtly cybernetic arm. He had a shotgun in his hands, cautious of the occupants.
"Alright guys, we've landed safely on Delsauria. The temperature is currently a lovely 44 degrees 'Cee." John had taken up a headset and broadcast this to both shuttles, "It is nearing night time. I hope you have had a pleasant flight with Burning Buzzard Air."
The airlock opened, and Luca got out of his chair, pushed the Pilot's Compartment door open and strode out the airlock with his shotgun in hands, leaning against his shoulder. He was immediately met by hot weather, sand, dust, and a local with a shotgun pointed near him.
"State yer business, lad..." He asked in a gravelly tone as he was getting ready to shoot in case something rash happened.
"Isn't this the little village that's been having a raider problem?" Luca asked the man as he waved his gun around.
Crane and Mitch also moved out of the shuttle and into the heat of the desert.
"Yarp." He said as he observed the others who'd exited, "What's it to you and your mates?"
"Tell 'em that there's a new sheriff in town - and he's got an itchy trigger finger."
The man lowered his gun upon hearing this news, "They sent you guys to save us? Well!" He put his hands on his hips, "Ya don't look like much to me, and them Raiders will think so too!"
Luca grinned a little and looked at Crane and his new Flamthrower, "Hey Cranelegs - Point that thing in the air and squeeze the trigger..."
"Yessir!" He answered as he pointed it right above him.
FWOOOOOOSH!! A line of fire streaked through the evening sky. Crane had a mad grin across his face due to the pyrotechnical uses of this little tool.
The man immediately blinked at the pyrotechnics "I, ah, might be mistaken..." He put out a hand for a handshake, "The name's Harley."
"I'm Luca Pavone." Luca shook his hand firmly, "And we're here to kick ass and eat cake - and all that's left is Pie."
Harley chuckled to himself, "Funnyman, eh?"