"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," my rough voice blurted out as I struck the side of the interior hull, "I can't believe you just took off without them, Willow," dropping into the co-pilot's seat I brought my hands to my mask, a labored breath left my mouth.
"We had no choice Neela, not even my piloting," he stopped talking and took a deep ragged breath, "would have been able to get us out if the blood pack had more time to get ships in the air," I stared out of our commandeered ships viewport, with only the thoughts of Willow beliefs telling me that it was probably a good thing we left when we had the chance. Leaning back I closed my eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
"Perhaps," his ammonia inhalation connection fluttered to life, "that was a warning system." that is what woke me up along with the shaking of a mass driver round making contact with our mass effect field.
"Perhaps, PERHAPS THAT WAS A WARNING A SYSTEM!" I roared gripping the co-pilot's controls and whipping the ship into a steep port curve.
Attempting to regain control, Willow stared at me. "You stupid girl your lack of experience will get us both killed," I shoved off the controls, his breaths became quickened as he saw me approaching a relay head-on.
"You better strap down while I get these coordinates put in," I told deftly working my Omni-tool my other hand adjusting our flight path to avoid incoming rounds from the pursuing ships. As we approached the relay I made a sharp starboard maneuver and a missile blew through the shields forcing us directly through the core of the relay instead of the route I had prepared. There was a blinding light as we were thrown through the relay before darkness overtook us, I gazed out of the viewport upon the nothing before green eyes stared at me suddenly the FTL drive kicked to life forcing us out of the abyss.
When the jump was completed an alarm blared, Willow and I jumped into action to find the source and we didn't need to as the power cut off to the rest of the ship engulfing us in darkness. Ducking underneath the controls I attempted to drown out the insults my compatriot was flinging at me as I tried to force some energy back to the controls so I could aim our crash.
I couldn't see what was going on while attempting to jury rig power to the controls as we careened towards the ground of a green planet, with the final wire being twisted into position a surge ran through my suit and blew the LED of my helmets light; I popped up to take control and was barely able to avoid a large bird before I looked to the side to see Willow pushing the ship into a dive tearing us through white trees that dotted the forest we crashed into.
Shakily getting to my feet I inspected what was left of the helm after the crash and listened to the crackling of the flames that were creeping through the ajar door, Willow lay there unconscious I drew my M-3 Predator and took aim, "You never were a good pilot," I said and pulled the trigger.