"Unity, this is Citadel Tower, you are clear for departure. Good luck" 

The response from the Citadel came with Rayne flipping a toggle upwards. The engine kicked on, causing the ship to slightly rock forward. The landing clasps holding the ship in dock were being removed and slowly Rayne moved a handle downward, letting the Unity float as the docking clamps fell away. She was more focused on making sure the ship didn't stall out and come crashing down to remark about the clear breach of personal protocol, but it was added to the list. Right under 'Successful Takeoff'. 

As the final clamp was lifted away, Rayne placed both hands on the steering throttle and pushed them towards her. The Unity drifted backwards, pulling away from the dock. Slow and easy Rayne went, ensuring nothing came into contact with the ship, that she pulled away from the landing pad. This was the easy part. In flight school, students had more trouble with landing and docking than they did with taking off. She never understood why, landing was easy too. It was high-conflict maneuvers that were the hard part, but the simulators didn't have much of those. Trial by fire proved to be a far better learning tool. 

With the Unity clear of the landing zone, Rayne turned the throttle, the ship spinning to the right, its front now pointing out of the Citadel and out towards space. With a push of the throttle forwards, the Unity was off, its thrusters putting in the work and lighting up the path behind them. "Teague," the voice of the commanding officer sounded in her comm, "Chart a course for the Caleston Rift. Talava System." 

The Caleston Rift was situated in the Terminus Systems. Made sense. Going to an area of space outside of Citadel control. Though with the threat of the Reapers, what sectors even were under Citadel control anymore? Rayne input co-ordinates as the Unity approached the nearby Mass Relay, the warp core already booting up. "You had one rule, infantryman," Rayne spoke to the Turian intruder as she flew towards the Relay, her gaze still locked dead ahead, focused and clear, "One simple rule. But you decided you'd rather be cute and make a joke. Not the best start to our working relationship." 

The Unity pulled up alongside the Relay and in a sudden burst they were shot forward, warping towards the Terminus Systems. In the middle of their warp, Rayne turned around in her chair and in one motion stood up and slapped her open palm across the Turian's right cheek, Or what she figures was the Turian equivalent. Slapping a Turian was not like slapping a human. Not as soft. But the gesture was the same. "You had your warning. My bridge is off limits to you grunt types. I don't need you distracting me or whatever it is you do." 

The Unity came out of warp in the Caleston Rift. Rayne returned to her seat and picked up the controls once more. They were well on their way to the Talava system. And she hadn't crashed yet. So far, so good.