Oh shit! Oh shit! My spaceship, my wonderful black P-16, is being shot by those idiots. HOW DARE THEY!
The ship lurched and shook as yet another blast hit it. An entire fleet of Syrion figher ships were pursuing the P-16 across space.
Okay...Shit, the ship rocks back and forth, I can do this. All I have to do is pull a mind-blowing maneuver to save my sorry ass. A blue light joins all the red flashing lights on her control panel. YES! There's a planet nearby. The woman piloting the ship flips a switch and punches some things into the ship's computer. An image of a tall being with red skin, white hair, and yellow cat like eyes appears on the screen followed by pages of words. Even better, it's hospitable to me. I just might live another day.
She flips a few more switches, grabs the control stick with one hand and with the other she presses a big yellow button on the dash. The ship lurches forward and she grips the stick trying to get to the planet before the Syrions killed her. That was the last of my go-go juice, please gods let me live. I promise I'll try to be a better person from now on. She pulls the control sharply to the left and towards her, making the ship do a steep climb. The Syrions following her are slow to react. Here's my window of chance.
She's close enough to the planet now that it's gravitational pull has caught her. Almost there. The ship is rocketing through the atmospheres. Crap. Holy mother of a two-headed dog. I'm screwed. I need to slow down, fast. Oh gods, I'm going to end up an insignificant smear on this planet's surface. Roughly she pulls back on the stick. Come on . Come on beautiful, I know you don't want me to die. Come on, SLOW DOWN!
The ship slowly pulls out of it's fast free-fall toward the planet's surface, when it was a mile from crashing, the ship finally levels out. Holy shit. That was a little too close. An alarm goes off inside the ship causing her to jump and glance at the flashing computer screen to find that a Syrion ship had followed her to the planet. Only one. I can deal with that. The other ship fires at her, hitting close to the cockpit and causing the ship to shake. Another alarm joins the first. Oh crap. I have to get rid of him fast before my baby quits on me. What the heck am I going to do. Again the Syrion fires at her but he misses and the blast streaks harmlessly by. Thank you for missing. She flips a switch on the dash to prepare her weapons. Now I'll show you mine big boy. The cross hairs of her gun lock onto the other ship. And now Syrion, good-bye. She presses the red button on the control stick and a blast of colored light shoots toward the offending ship. The blast hits the left wing causing it to spin and crash to the ground. She watches long enough to see the ship burst into flames before turning her attention to her poor ship.
By now there is a symphony of beeps and lights going off in the cockpit . She smells something burning and looks to her right. Shit. The wing is leaving a trail of smoke. That's not good.
"You are in Tarloc airspace. State your name, cargo, documents, and reasons." a monotonous voice mumbles through her headset.
"This is Abir Roth. There is no cargo, I am here for recreational reasons."
Come on baby stay in one piece until I get you docked. A few minutes later the same bland voice tells her, "Okay you are cleared to land. Go to dock 13."