Return imminent...

The jetwash blew through his now growing facial hair... Shuttle N55SF kept the engines running.

'DESTINATION?' the flight officer shouted over the roaring engines.

'Dal' Nashh responded slowly, squinting his eyes.

'WHAT?'

'DAL! you fucking prick'

'DAL HEIMATAR?'

Nashh simply nodded.

'HOP ON!'

Nashh made his way up the ramp without looking back once...