The past two days had been interesting with Sayeeda. The casual drinks and playful joke here and there aside, they acted as professionally as any crew would together. Neil had spent half the time making sure the ship was tip top when he wasn't hanging around the Junebug Captain. He would have expected she would have smacked his head once they got out of R.I.P. space, because he had been napping at the helm, admittedly. Feet on the dashboard, head back and hands behind. Only the sudden jerk of the ship broke him out of his reverie. 

"I'm up," he said groggily, blinking the sleep away as Sayeeda's voice popped up on the comm. The information fed into him as if he was wide awake though, his mind like a machine when it needed to be. "Ooo, sixty-three? Couldn't have done it better myself. Well, I did do it myself. But ya know." He realized the comm had been on when he had said it, and though he didn't entirely mind, he was mainly joking with himself. 

"Aigh't Captain, let's see what we got here," he replied to her assessment (and image she had sent) of the Imperial cruisers hovering above Savran. Neil sat forward and typed out a small algorithm on the Display Moniter, one of the small changes he had made to the Highlander when he had been tinkering. The Display still showed images and placements, and could be operated regularly, but now it had an upgraded sensor if you handled it correctly. 

"Well would you look at that." The pilot marveled, the ships armed to the teeth with MAC guns that could wreck an asteroid half the size of Terra's moon with three shots. With all of those together? They could devastate continents, or take out another cruiser fleet, optimally.

"Wide Berth it is." He replied to her, thinking it would do well to perform such a maneuver now as well as later, though admittedly it wouldn't be hard to at the moment. While you could be thorough with either, it was a bit easier to bypass a blockade to get into a planet than it was to get out. Then again, this wasn't a blockade apparently. 

Yet. 

Neil set up the Sublight thrusters, easing the ship forward. On the display, Savran had the look of a green marble with swirls of darker blue coalescing around it. Of course it would still take them a bit of time to get there, and the Imperium was on its northern quandrant at the moment, so they had a free lane so far. And then it was at that moment that Neil lamented that they had an updated cloaking system. Most likely they'd be picked up on sensors once they reached the atmosphere, though losing anyone who saw them after wasn't an uncommon feat for a good pilot. 

"Good thing I am here," he breathed, checking out the Acceleration Compensator Display, or ACD. "June, we'll be there in less than 20 odd minutes. After that, depending on the planet we might get a welcoming committee in the form of a few lasers and tactical nukes if they're feeling generous." 
[@Penny]