James was in the cockpit of the G-14, calibrating the laser cannons, when he heard Lisa's voice. "James, the captain has a message for you."
"OK. Bring it up on the display in front of me, please." Although that last word was unnecessary, politeness was second nature to James.
"Very well." Lisa said, even as the message appeared on a screen above the aircraft's steering controls.
He read through the message, nodded to himself, stood up as far as the dashboard would allow, and shouted out of the open canopy towards Corona 1. "Hey Rivers!" he said. "Make accommodations for one more on the drop ship!".
He heard a "Yes, sir." from the direction in which he had shouted, and turned his attention downwards towards a deck hand working with the laser cannons mounted on the front of the craft. "Are they good?" James said.
"Ya, they're good to go." He responded in a gruff voice.
Then this thing's ready to fly. James smiled to himself and hopped out of the cockpit.
He then walked over to Corona 1 where Rivers confirmed that it would be ready to fly in a moment. "Good." James mumbled to himself, and removed his communicator from his belt to call the bridge. "Captain," he said. "both ships are ready to go."