Every girl needs a starship, part 2

Yesterday, I gave you the rationale behind why I need to give Lupe her own starship. Today I will give you the first portion of the day Fury was "conceived" although when it comes to starships, the conception is one of an idea rather than impregnation. Let's say that the time frame of this little vignette is six months after Lupe was rescued by Aason in The Milk Run.

     “Onclare MINIMCOM, can you hear me?” Lupe called out mentally.
     “I hear you,” replied the starship that was once an auto-pilot computer.
     “Can I meet you somewhere?” the now seventeen-year-old girl asked.
     “Is there something wrong? Are you in any danger?” MINIMCOM replied with a small amount of worry in his tinny voice.
     “No, everything is fine. I just want to talk to you.”
     “Very well. I am currently out past the orbit of Mockay. It will take me a short while to get back down to the surface. Where would you like to meet?”
     “I’ll go to your landing strip, next to my Mom’s library. OK?”
     “That is fine. I will see you fairly soon,” replied the spaceship.

     Reentering the atmosphere of Deucado, or any planet for that matter, was one of MINIMCOM’s favorite things to do. Regardless of whether he entered into orbit or sped up pointing directly toward the surface, he would project a very short range PPT tunnel which opened up just above the surface. The warm planetary atmosphere, filled with moisture, would come rushing out of the hole, coating his airframe briefly with an ever-growing layer of ice. MINIMCOM always let a thin shell form for just a second then he heated his external surface to burn it off. He would pop through the tunnel, emerging only a few hundred meters above the surface with nearly no forward momentum.
     To make sure no one on the ground was hurt during this daredevil act, MINIMCOM selected an area of the planet that was not likely to be inhabited. On Deucado, that usually meant appearing over the quiet waters of Lake Eprehem. To someone on the ground, or in this case in a boat, it was sight to behold. A waterspout would suddenly appear out of nowhere and disappear into a black hole in the sky. Just as suddenly, the waterspout would die away and in its place would be MINIMCOM’s jet black bulk leveling out. Partly for dramatic effect, MINIMCOM would fire off his plasma thrusters and accelerate to just under Mach 1 in whatever direction he was headed.

Tomorrow, the meetup.