"I'm a Y-wing..." [Female]

You key the comm. and innocently answer "I'm a friendly Y-wing not looking to shoot anything..."

"Oh yeah?" Starship Control makes an attempt to sound interested "Did you file your flight details with us before jumping in Miss Y-wing?"

"I'm sure I did..." You angle into a steep dive, and cut through levels of white cloud before leveling out within eye-sight of a grey smudge on the coastline that identifies as the local starport-come-capital of this world.

"Well our landing pads are full up at the moment, you see? I don't know if we can accommodate you..."

You shake your head hearing that "Control- did I say I was NOT looking at shooting anything? I'd like to change my answer..."

Your Astro-droid bleeps tersely to remind you that shooting up a starport control tower won't help you get a docking bay, but you persist "I'm sure you could find me a nice hangar so I don't have to?"

Starship Control is quiet, then snorts a laugh that sounds agreeable enough "There's the local patrol in your vicinity, try telling them what you said again... and you have Docking Bay 69."

A further transmission follows afterwards with the coordinates of your Docking Bay. You decide the voice from Starship Control was just joking about reporting you to the local Patrol...