<<"Luxury transport with designator ISC-dash-452, this is Anchorhead spaceport. You're not cleared. I repeat. You're not cleared for landing.">>
Sitting in the cockpit, Derna didn't have time to curse the man out as she gentle veered the yacht to the left as not to burden her boss and his retinue with sudden flight maneuvers. She didn't know what was going on down there, but- "I cleared our permits pre-flight, damnit. Did we miss a report beacon going into the sector?" she asked her co-pilot, who had come with the rental yacht and he did nothing but shrug awkwardly. "These Outer Rim planets don't usually have beacons like that, so I didn't really check." Well, Kriff be Karked. Derna had graduated a Coreworld pilot school and worked for Blackwell freight as a co-pilot for years before she worked up the confidence to apply for a proper first pilot position that paid a little bit better than dirt and what does she get? A kriffing baffoon for a co-pilot. By Preef-kriffing-Callo she was not in the mood for this shit.
Switching the comm unit from the co-pilot's headset to her own, Derna searched for the address of her employer's regional office and decided to just take a gamble. "Anchorhead spaceport, this is ISC-452, diverting to alternative location near Blackwell regional office 52."
Her co-pilot looked at her in some shock, "You're just going to land our yacht out there in the street?" he asked in a voice that betrayed he was slightly panicking at the prospect. Derna meanwhile began landing procedures and gently slowed the ship down to a near-stop, again as not to inconvenience the people on board. "Wouldn't need to if you had just done your job, now keep an eye out of the starboard sensors." the ship was going into a slow and controlled descent, but there wasn't much room to fit a fifty meters long vessel and one landing outside the spaceport was so rare that onlookers already started to gather a bit too close to Derna's liking. "Kark, you see that? That's kriffing press!" the co-pilot cried. The Luxury 3000 space yacht was rented for the occasion and the poor guy was no doubt thinking this landing and all the attention it brought with it would be a PR nightmare for his company. Derna wasn't worried about that one bit.. she was worried with the schedule she had to keep and seeing as her boss was supposed to be meeting with the Queen of Naboo, well.. then he couldn't be kriffing late now could he?
It took three minutes, but then the co-pilot could finally being the post-flight checklist to shut the engines down and that meant Derna got up from her comfy chair and straightened her fancy, tight-fitting, tunic. "Wish me luck," she whispered, but the co-pilot was to caught up in his own yammering to hear, "It's no big deal, Dern. You had to land in the street to keep to the schedule. A crowd has gathered that might or might not recognize a galactic celebrity. No biggie."
Not quite feeling the confidence, she opened the cockpit door and went over to the main entertainment area where her boss was spending most of his time. "Mister Thorne, sir-" Kark why did her tunic suddenly feel so snug around the chest? "-we've landed successfully and are ready to prepare disembarkation at your leisure."
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