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

You key the comm. and answer "I'm a friendly Y-wing, looking for a drink."

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

"I'm sure I did..." You look out your window at white cloud banks, and sunlit seas that are gold turning to blue while you travel through twilight into the daytime. You imagine you could just park on a beach and have a swim. It looks like one of those kinds of planets...

"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 and put on a fake disposition "But Control you sound really lovely, and I was heart-set on landing to buy you a drink; to confirm that you look as good as you sound..."

Your Astro-droid bleeps tersely as if to say your charm is rather weak but you persist "I'm sure you could find me a nice hangar so I could?"

Starship Control is quiet, then snorts a laugh that sounds agreeable enough "I have a tab that needs sorting at the Spacer's Bar, thanks... and you have Docking Bay 69."

A further transmission follows afterwards with the coordinates of your Docking Bay. You decide you'll add to that bar tab before you think about how much you of it you should cover...