"Good, because if you somehow turn my ship into a flaming ball of debris, I am going to personally put your head on a spike," Atton told him.

The Hawk was his, damn it.

He pulled the Hawk up off the landing pad. There was a loud click as the loading ramp and the feet pulled up into the ship itself.

And then it launched out through the large opening in front of them, hitting the Coruscant sky with remarkable speed. The Hawk had been a mob boss's prized starship, once; she flew like it.