Kevyn:Petey located a topologically remote site for us to set the transport down. He'll 'port the transport to a location about 100 meters above the site, and then you land us.
Brad:Why don't I just fly us in normally?
Kevyn:Normally. . . You mean screaming through the atmosphere like a trebuchet-launched, gasoline-drenched cat? Knocking down trees and rattling the ground with mach-blasted thunder? Convincing the low-tech natives that we're either gods or devils, and inviting any station-dwelling paranoids in orbit to shoot at us?