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_Resplendent Quetzal_ and Bretta's 'stables' in synchronous orbit
over moonringed Skye. The stables consist of a vast spheroid with flat
facets like a 20-sided gaming die, made up of flat panels. It's a
crude, utilitarian 'farm' building -- in our culture it would be made
of corrugated, galvanized sheet steel -- and as we get closer, we can
see the rivets. The runabout roars upward, toward us. If called for,
the local sun is rising or setting on the limn of the planet. Should
be fairly spectacular.

Something like a highly colorful laser beam connects the taffrail
of _Resplendent Quetzal_ with a viewport on the runabout.

Bretta (from inside the runabout): 'I'd have sent my little runabout
after you gentlemen when you arrived, but her airlock is incompatible
with your vessel.'

Krumm (electrical, from inside the runabout): 'Skyan runabout to
_Resplendent Quetzal_. Can you hear me, Mr. Valentine?'

Valentine (electrical, from _Resplendent Quetzal_): 'Aye, Captain,
that I can.'

Narrative (Tarrant): 'Radio didn't work aboard a ship enveloped by a
#-field, so we used chemical 'light-cannon', instead.'

Krumm: The landing party'll be visiting the stables f'r a short spell. Point yer light that way if'n ye need to hail us.