The flight control officer sighed as she sat down for her shift. From the ammount of traffic out there, it was going to be a long day. Normal Couruscant traffic wasn't a problem, since there were a proportional number of control people to deal with them. But every now and then, the amount of traffic built up at one time and it was a rush to get the block out and off-planet as soon as possible. Nevertheless, she took her headset and plugged it in, trying to steel herself for the arduous task ahead of her.
"This is Flight Control to private frieghter Jade's Fire, please respond," she started, but then stopped. Apparently, the comm system on the ship in question was already active because as soon as she opened her connection, a loud voice carried over her headset.
"Hey! Are you even listening to me?" a female voice demanded. There was a long pause.
"Nope," a male companion answered. A longer, more dangerous silence followed.
"What did you say?" the woman asked in a low, dangerous voice that promised trouble.
"Well, you just seemed to be enjoying the sound of your own voice so much, I really didn't have the heart to interrupt you." An even longer silence followed as the woman processed what had just been said.
"Skywalker, when I get my hands on you-" she started, but was interrupted.
"Excuse me, but we've got some company. This is the Jade's Fire, Flight Control, we acknowledge," the man said conversationally, as if none of the previous argument had happened.
The flight control officer sat in her seat in mild shock for a moment before she realized that she was finally getting the response she wanted, though it took her a moment to find her voice. "Um... you're cleared for take-off and pattern integration. Unfortunatly, the pattern is a little clogged right now, so your departure window for Yavin IV won't be clear for another hour in the pattern. Your choice to fly it or wait on the ground."
"We'll wait on the ground, thank you, Flight Control. Now then, Mara, you were about to visit some physical pain upon my body?" he responded.
"Oh, you can bet I am," the woman responded, and then a loud smack carried over the comm system before the connection was finally cut.
The officer just sat back in her seat and tried to figure out what just happened. A blinking light finally caught her eye and she realised that the whole conversation had been recorded by the QC department's monitoring equipment. A silly grin spread across the woman's face as she realised exactly what she could do when she got her hands on a copy of that conversation.
One thing was sure, that night's after work drink with her friends would be very interesting indeed.