NaNoWriMo 2017: Hellstar-3
EXT. CH-6-FAC-3 - NIGHT The weather is rainy, nasty, just a little too much wind to even consider going out in it at all. The industrial block is just a formless outline against the rain-pouring sky. A sleek, black ship, unmarked, crawls through the winds and the rain. Rather than bounce away, the sheets seek to cling to it, enveloping it, obscuring it. The blunt prow pokes through every once in a while as it slithers forward. Black helmet and black face-mask obscure the pilot's eyes, but she gestures to and with the ship and it slips behind a group of buildings and drops out of line of sight without a murmur over the coursing of the rain. EXT.CH-6-RES-2 LANDING ZONE - CONTINUOUS The ship drifts over the edge of a large, square arco-building with a hollow center nearly filled by a courtyard, playground equipment tucked to the side and clearly not used for a long time. The swings shudder more than they're blown, the ship the size of two city busses side by sid...