Tacitus didn't actually like ship stuff but sometimes it was kind of needed and the Blackened Jet Empire (still a dumb gang name in his opinion) liked to keep their operation on the move. He stood in the cockpit of The Garrison as the ship moved through some of the bigger shipping lanes - down this far it was hard to fly something the size of a good sized freighter but it wasn't impossible by any stretch. The problems came from the fact that everyone wanted to go their own way in flight so the planet enforced the worst thing in the Galaxy.
Traffic.
Decked out in his actual armor rather than his armored suit, he rechecked his rifle before slinging it over his shoulder and tightening the strap until it was secure. He could magnetize it to his back but he liked having it ready to go at a moment's notice so he didn't bother with that. Instead he gripped the back of the co-pilot's seat tighter in annoyance. The new astromech droid he had gotten, Floater, inched away from him slightly and Tac sent it an annoyed glare.
Not like he ever took his anger out on the bloody thing - he was just not good at waiting.
"You picking up the tags for the ship?" he asked his pilot with a grimace as he pulled his helmet on, "I know traffic is being a pain but I need to be above that ship asap."
Inserting into a moving ship was usually a bad idea but he was reasonably confident in his pilot's ability to keep them steady over the ship for the jump down to the ship. The leadership of the Blackened Jet Empire thought it was smart to keep the leadership constantly on the move and it was... but fuel attendants talked and everyone needed to leave a ship to take a leak eventually.
@Killa Ree