May 4
pressing a few buttons, shifting a lever a third back, leather gloves gripped the ship's yoke to guide it past the last dredges of atmosphere. din's head didn't turn from the forward drive. "put your feet down." he spoke, flat and final. layla was good people, but he still cared about his ship even if it felt like it was kept together by mesh tape. sometimes that was more than a feeling. @redlands for layla