There was a moment of panic when both Kohai and Corvetta realized the potential disaster that was before them. The weird guy in the weirder suit was one of those passengers who was supposed to... not exist. Abruptly, he fled away, presumably to one of the compartments they had stuffed the 'immigrants' inside, but surely the Imps had detected the anomaly. Or they might be lazy. Sometimes they got a little sloppy, it was true. But the airwaves did not seem incredibly active today, and Salvo had a hunch that whoever was at flight control was probably paying extra special attention to the situation considering the otherwise nonexistent foreign flights.
Eventually, her expression changed from alarmed frustration to a rather devious grin. "Yeah, I bet they are..." The pilot was pretty good at changing subjects and just making stuff up in general. She could pull this off, right?
Turning back in her chair to begin the landing process, Corvetta comm'd back to the Imperial on the other end of the channel. "Thanks for the welcome! Five stars, buddy." Grasping one of the levers, she shunted it forward to bring the landing gear down while keeping her other hand loosely on the control yoke. A few moments later, Lost Cause had gently settled onto the designated landing pad, and the spacer chick was already out of her seat and shrugging on the maroon pilot's jacket that she loved so dearly. Time to look classy!
"Killer!" she called out, heading towards the boarding ramp, "Need some beef down here so they can appreciate my figure!"
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