It never got old! The sound of the ships engines and thrusters powering down after performing a smooth docking made the hairs across the pilot's arms stand up on end every single time. Every sound this old ship made was an incredible one. The whirring of gears and the pressure of hydraulics as the landing gear deployed and took the weight of the ship. Landing upon a planet was always much more tricky then landing in a space dock, and the reason for this was gravity, but that wasn't anything Ruce Benner couldn't handle, Captain of the Valkyrie! The creak of leather covering the pilot's seat indicated that the young man had leaned back, tucking his hands behind his head and kicking his legs up and resting his feet upon the console before him, crossing one foot over the other at the ankles. A satisfied, smug look was spread across his face as his closed his eyes and nodded to himself a couple of times, the week-old stubble covering his chin scratching against the high collar of his brown leather jacket.
[color=007236]"Yep, tha' was the best landin' I've made without usin' the dockin' computer! Who's the best? Ruce Benner is the best, that's who!! The most handsome, the most darin', the most courageous pilot in the galaxy, Captain Ruce Benner of the Va--"[/color]
His narcissistic pep-talk was cut short by the comms crackling into life and the familiar voice of Amanda cutting through the cockpit speakers. Ruce grumbled to himself as he listened to her words, ever the eager one to get the job finished and to set feet back upon solid ground, but the Captain knew that she'd be begging to head back into the darkness of space within the week.

Stabbing the comms open button on the console to his right, the Captain replied.
[color=007236]"Tes, yer gargantuan pile of taxu droppin's! Yer know better then to interrupt my post-docking congratulation ceremony!!"[/color]
Ruce grumbled again and sat up in his chair, stamping both his feet against the steel cockpit floor as he dragged them off the front console, which most likely sounded through the comms.
[color=007236]"Fine fine, I'm on my way down. Go make sure the package is secure and if it's broken... then fuck I dunno... get some tape or somethin' and fix it!"[/color]
There was a snap and a buzz as he took his finger off the comms button. Whirling his chair around so he was facing behind him, Ruce pushed himself up to his feet and checked his holster hanging from his belt with a couple pats of his hand, through it wasn't a blaster he was searching for. Instead he pulled a long bladed dagger from the holster and span the blade about his fingers a couple of times before slashing at an imaginary adversary before him with a 'Yah!!' escaping his lips. However, at the same time as he 'yah'ed', a loud 'PSSSSSSSH!' followed by a  thick cloud of coolant spraying into his face, knocking the pilot back onto his butt.
[color=007236]"Oh bollocks!!"[/color]
He yelped as he scrambled back up to his feet as a warning siren started to go off through the cockpit, flashing yellow lights across all panels. Quickly grabbing some nearby electrical tape, Ruce tapped up the ruptured coolant tube and sighed heavily as the sirens silenced themselves and the flashing yellow lights turned off.

Grumbling his way out of the cockpit, leaving the mess behind him for now, Ruce headed for the bunks where he washed himself off in the sink. Peering at himself in the mirror, you'd notice that Ruce Benner was a young man, no older then 30 at least. He had short dark brown hair that was usually kept brushed back with a couple small bangs hanging down over his forehead. A scar ran from the middle of his right cheek down over his jaw and half way down his neck. He loved telling the ladies the story behind that... which usually changed every time he told it. He was of average height, about 5ft 10 with a slim yet tonned build. The tight, long sleeved black shirt he wore under his brown leather jacket revealed he liked to work out. A pair of loose fitting dark blue cargo pants donned his legs with some durable black combat boots finishing the look. Winking at himself and snapping his fingers into a double pistol gesture, the Captain left the bunks and headed onward to the cargo hold, entering on the lower floor. As the sliding door slid shut behind him, the brown-eyed pilot glanced about the cargo hold, noticing it was mostly empty of deliveries and instead more full of their own belongings.
[color=007236]"Oi Tes, are we gonna flog any of this crap? We'd be able to take on more work if we didn't haul around everythin' we both own."[/color]
Ruce grumbled as he walked over to a pile of steel cargo crates. Approaching the small standing console beside the crates, the Captain disengaged the stabilizers and the locking magnets holding the cargo in place released.
[color=007236]"Oh yeah Tes tha' reminds me, contact the Zantu Expanse and let them know we've got their 'order'. They should come pick it up. We don't wanna be carryin' this through the streets."[/color]