The Falcon went up reasonably well, with only a few minor glitches from the ship's three droid brains. He really had to get around to making those three agree. They were as bad as Goldenrod and Artoo with their arguments, some days.
Raising the ship above the clouds, he hovered, watching the blue sky and finally spotting probably one of the ugliest ships he had ever seen in his long career of flying and fighting.
He opened a general communication channel, unconcerned if he subverted any local radio waves. "You call that flying contusion of angles a ship? It's one of the ugliest things to come out of a space dock in the last fifty years!"