OOC:

Okay I'll bite. Here's my epically short response lol. Sorry for that, was a busy night. But hey you definitely got my attention

A few troopers waved as she stomped through the halls and received only a grunt in response. Havock walked into the noisy hanger rubbing her eyes from the morning. She hated having to get up early and it showed. 

Usually these things were handled with a message waiting patiently for her to wake up, not this morning. Today she was woken up by the frantic voice of a deckhand on her private comm. Which also happened to be broadcast by her personal astromech droid, Al. She had made a hobby out of building or repairing droids and speeders. The practice kept her calm and gave her some measure of peace in the chaos that was her life.

“You called? I don't see a fire Private, so what's the emergency?” 

“Ma'am.” He jumped at the tone of her voice then quickly saluted. Her mind was a haze of cells searching in vane for caffeine.

She groaned at the whole display of decorum. “Fraking hell man, just get on with it.”

He quickly nodded and lowered his hand, then began tapping frantically on his datapad. “Captain, I am sorry to contact you so early, but we had an unauthorized landing on pad seven-B.”

Havock rubbed her forehead in frustration. Becoming Platoon Commander seemed to be a never-ending stream of paperwork and red tape. This was another example of one of the unfortunate side effects of her position. Being part of the chain of command meant that you got called at all hours for silly things like this.

“Okay so, have you run an ID check on the vessel?” If the young man hadn't followed at least the basic protocol before disturbing her rest there would likely be a beating in the hanger very shortly.

“Yes, it appears to be a Redthorn class transport, the Renegade Ghost. Its registered to...”

“The what?!” She grabbed the datapad out of his hands and started scanning the words displayed on the screen. She knew that ship, more importantly she knew who her captain was. Her mind was racing wondering why the ship was there now, where she had been, if something was wrong...

“Is it still there?”

“Oh yes, ma'am. Haven't noticed much movement out of the ship, the owner hasn't left yet. But the guys have heard several obscenities through the hull.” He smirked and looked away, trying not to smile fully at whatever he heard in front of his superior.

Havock tossed the datapad back at him without another word as she briskly walked away, heading for landing pad seven-B. She had no clue what to expect when she got there.