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Alist: to be tilted to one side
“Kriff!” Myles swore as he was thrown against the paneling of the ship. “Jango!”
“I’m trying, I’m trying!” He heard the distant yell coming from the cockpit.
Myles grimaced as the ship was righted, forcing him to slide out of the way as a storage bin slid down the hall. Pushing himself up and shaking off a headache, he ran into the cockpit where Jango was battling with the ship controls, trying to keep it steady.
“You good, vod?” Jango asked.
“Elek, just a bit banged up.” Myles hissed, wincing as his headache returned stronger than before.
Jango raised a brow. He had seen that wince.
“Ok, maybe a little more than a bit.” He allowed.