Verzul leaned back into the synthmesh of his pilot's chair, gently easing the slender emerald frame of the Carillion into a lazy descent toward the hulking black form of the asteroid ahead. Thoughtfully chewing his lower lip, he pushed back a strand of his wavy hair which had fallen over his brown eyes due to the pull of the Carillion's grav-train. Expertly manipulating the maneuvering controls, he landed the ship exactly two point three klicks away from the silvery form of an abandoned mining base. Hopefully, there'd be enough to salvage in there to make this trip out to this distant system worth it.
Suiting up for exo, he called back to his partner in mischief, rousing her from her light reverie.
"Ready, Miss Snoozy? I'm hoping we can clean this place out in under six hours, because we only have enough air for eight"