"This Is the dojo. Just fúcking land!"

The ship immediately pushes into a dive, making a shaky, but safe landing. It slides across the ground for a moment before grinding to a halt. Fire extinguishers immediately engage, spraying the wings and engines with foam that rapidly expands. The pilot, climbing out in full armor, shoos off any crowd that might gather around the ship. Climbing on the top, he kicks one of the thrusters, which comically sputters for a moment. "Piece of junk engine! Takes me sixty damned missions to afford repairs for this! Sixty! Damned! Missions! This was supposed to take an hour!" Hopping down, the pilot walks over to one of the stabilizers, dragging it back to the ship. He would continue to do this unless stopped.

[b]The gates creaked open, and a a Spartan ran out of them, yelling towards the crashed ship[/b] "What the hell are you doing?"

The pilot stops draging a stabilzer over, glaring under his helmet. "I'm trying to fix my ship, here." He goes back to pulling the stabilzer.

"It's gonna blow! I mean look at it! It's on fire!"

The pilot looks at the flaming engine, frowning. Shrugging, he keeps on moving. "It's been worse. Do you have anywhere to put it?"