Mina pressed the pads of her fingers into the side of the controller, guiding the vessel ever-so-slightly to the left. As she pulled back on the throttle and extended the landing legs, she smashed the well-worn button labeled “Lazy-Ass Communicator” and barked into the mic. Crackling over the speakers, echoing through the steel halls of The Pigeon her voice resounded: “Arrival time! Get up and meet me in the cargo hold – we have 3 hours before we’re due at Herald’s place!”. A familiar muttering and the sound of movement in a hammock echoed back down the halls to the bridge from the engine room, where a large, burly man slept. As she looked over her shoulder, Mina caught a glimpse of Gerimiah rubbing his eyes, maneuvering roughly through the corridors, muttering something about coffee. She smiled as she turned back to the command console, precisely flipped a few switches, and set the craft down softly on the landing pad. Source: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/D