Jack kicked the shuttle's thrusters into full throttle as he banked away from his present course towards RC35 and made his way towards the Southern Great Desert of Kanangar Prime.  The speakers in the cockpit were booming to the tune of an ancient Terran rock group known as "Guns and Roses." He had just gotten back from dropping off a research team on a planet called Biomnis that was two parsecs (about six light years) away and he was short on sleep, but his current mission was urgent.
The new technician from his last drop on Kanangar Prime had almost been killed by a hive of Trillaspitters and was in desperate need of medical attention.  It was just his luck that his shuttle was the closest flying craft to that part of the globe at the current time.
The shuttle bolted forward, and he noticed a stretch of desert coast at low altitude just before he began an ascent to higher altitude.  He didn't notice any Starglazers or flora there—just a desolate stretch of barren coastline along the South Sargasso Ocean.
On the other side of the mountain range he spotted a group of roughly two-hundred SpaGGetti Monsters hovering roughly two-hundred meters above the desert surface.  The view reminded him of the spiralovertebrates he had seen on Biomnis twelve hours earlier.
Once the shuttle reached a significantly high altitude it began to travel at a near supersonic speed, and then descended again to the area where the research team was caring for Billy.
Jack slowed the shuttle down and made a soft vertical landing between a river and the cliff side of a desert mesa.  The scientist and the driver loaded Billy into the shuttle and the other technician stayed on the shuttle in order to keep an eye on her wounded coworker until they reached RC35.  The driver and the scientist stayed behind in order to finish their work there.
A few hours later the shuttle landed on RC35's hospital landing pad and a medical crew carried Billy on a stretcher into the hospital.  He was blind due to the poison that got into his eyes, but more importantly he was anemic and needed a blood transfusion.
The young female technician watched as the medical team carted her coworker into the hospital and the glanced back at the pilot.  It had been early morning when the shuttle had arrived, but it was now high noon at RC35.
"What a day," the tech said to the pilot.
"Tell me about it.  I haven't had any real sleep in about thirty hours."
"Welcome to the club," the tech sighed.  She was exhausted, but on the bright side she now had a few days off until the next expedition, not that there was all that much to do at remote outpost.  "By the way, you want to get a drink?"
"Sure," the pilot grinned.  "Why not?"