"You want to sit in my lap and fly this bird, or do you want to sit back down?" Fish asked as he pushed Achillies back away from the cockpit.
"Quit being a frakkin ass Fish. I was just making sure you weren't about to crash, I know how you fly after all." Achillies said as he walked back to his seat.
"Don't even talk to me about crashing Achillies. You are the only frak I know of that can crash his Viper and be invited to a party after in the same week." Fish said over his shoulder as he watched Achillies walk back to his seat.
Leaning back in his seat Tra started o wonder who had pulled him here and why. Fish was right, he thought, My Viper is fraked and I am alive by the gods graces. Why am I here and not in Callgirl's office getting the ass chewing of my career.
His thoughts were cut short by Fish's voice calling final approach and pulling into a steep dive into the Pacifica's landing pod. As the Raptor descended into the pressurized portion on the bay Tra stood and waited by the door. As it opened he stepped out and looked around.