"Tower, this is Talisman, requestig permission to land."
"Granted, Talisman," he says, his Mercanan accent easily audible.
"Thanks, tower. Lining up for final approach."
"Two kilometers to touchdown."
A few seconds later, I hear "One kilometer to touchdown.
"500 meters to touchdown."
I deploy the airbrakes for a few seconds, lowering my speed so that I can land safely. I drop my landing gear, and once they're fully deployed, I touch down on the tarmac. I feel a jolt as my plane hits the ground, the landing gear absorbing most of the impact.
"Touchdown," the controller says, stating the obvious.
I put the airbrake on to slow me down enough to apply the brakes. Once I've slowed down enough, I put the engines on low enough thrust to taxi myself to my assigned hangar. I get out of the plane once I've stopped, and shut down the flight computers and engines.
Jesus Christ, that thing is cramped, I think as I walk to the barracks.