There was a sense of trepidation, and unease as Captain Nuurumi stared at the planet below through the view-port of the bridge. His crew was working diligently to plot the landing course, but there was unease as the landing course took the ship into the maelstrom over Castelia.
Nuurumi made a face, before he lowered himself into his chair, then he reached out, and buckled himself in, cinching the straps to secure him tightly into the seat, as his crew did the same.
The ship lurched slightly, as it began to touch the very uppermost atmosphere of the planet, it's glow bathing the interior of the Bridge in an intense light.
"Initial insertion confirmed, adjusting degree one point nine percent!" The bridge officer called out. "Hull temperature Negative Two Hundred degrees Centigrade! Integrity is holding, we're adjusting forward angle two degrees pitch."
As the ship began to move, it also began to shake slightly, atmospheric turbulence playing along the frame of the ship in the form of long contrails of ice crystals, and condensate that shimmered in the sunlight.
Nuurumi grimaced for a moment. "We could be walking into a fight... instruct all gunnery crews to be ready to engage the moment we hit the water! I don't want to leave anything to chance!" Grasping the control console to steady himself in his chair, he watched carefully, flames began to lick at the hull, whipping up and over the deck.
"Hull temperature increasing to nine hundred degrees!" The Bridge officer called out, they had begun their swing around the planet itself, and so far their trajectory was moving smoothly, the dark clouds of the storm over Unova could be seen on the horizon, with the anvil shaped cloud tops piercing high into the sky. The ominous storm before them brought a few tingled spines amid the bridge crew, but they committed to their trajectory. They would be landing soon.
"Here we go!
A few moments passed, and the ship breached the cloud layer, with flashes of dark energy arcing all around them, the thickness of the clouds rendered the ship totally blind with visuals, and sensors began to project an artificial horizon, and a crude wire-frame mapping of the terrain below them on a massive view-screen situated on the ceiling.
The bridge lights lowered, and the interior was illuminated by the white hot plasma that seared outside the hull of the ship, and the occasional flash of dark energy.
Nuurumi briefly looked down at his instrumentation, frowning. "Angle up, one degree Pitch!" He ordered. "Deploy air brake! Prepare for final descent!"
Massive flaps began to extend outwards along the hull, catching the air and glowing white hot as the ship's speed began to slow.
"I've got a large city up ahead, we'll need to correct our final trajectory so we don't hit any of the buildings!" The Navigation officer called out, and Nuurumi nodded. "Yaw, two degrees port, roll, one degree, then correct to four degrees yaw starboard, roll starboard two degrees, with preparation for contact!"
"Roger!"
Above Castelia City, through the dark clouds, brilliant spotlights pierced the thick layer of energy, and the dark sky, it's course took it just around the castle in the city, and a brilliant streak of white hot plasma, and flame followed the strange ship as it descended.
With airbrakes deployed, the ship initialized it's final approach, passing over a bridge, there was a lurch, and anyone that wasn't secured in their seats would be thrown forward, as plumes of steam, and water shot up all around them, since the superheated hull vaporized the seawater in an almost instant, but the reaction was two fold, and served to cool the hull back to operating temperature.
"We have touchdown!" The officer called out, while Nuurumi unclasped his restraints.
"Take us in!"
The Battleship's engines shifted to nautical mode, and it's massive thrusters extinguished, slowly it began to make it's way towards the city, churning, and bucking against the towering waves of the sea.