[center]Steven rolls his eyes as Alice gets all snarky with him.
"Alice, I swear to God I will turn this ship the fuck around."
The pilot pours the cream and sugar into the coffee and takes a sip. He dramatically spits it everywhere. 

"Goddammit marine! What the fuck is this!? Do I look like I should be drinking this shit?? I swear to fuck that I will order Alice to launch a goddamned war head at your home town! You hear me you piece of shit?? Get the fuck out of here and don't come back until you get something that I can drink. Fucking marines.", the Petty Officer basically screams at the marine. The poor fresh faced marine quickly scurries back to the mess hall, a look of horror on his face. 

Steve laughs to himself as he sets the disgusting drink to the side. He then leans over to the microphone that plays throughout the ship. 
"[b]Hello, passengers of the UESAS Convergence of Destiny, this is your pilot speaking. I hope your flight was a fine one, filled with joy and hopefully not ending with you puking everywhere. In a couple of hours we will be entering some turbulence, otherwise known as Rebel weapons firing at us. I suggest you all be ready. Oh, and contact our resident Stewardess, Alice, for complimentary crackers. Also, if any one plays that goddamned song again I'm letting O'Henessey pilot.[/b]"
Steve smiles to himself, god he loves his job as the number one pilot in the universe. 
"Better see how the Captain is doing," the Petty Officer says to himself as he walks over to the Captain.
"How you doing, Cap?", is the greeting Captain Stirling receives.[/center]