Hangar
A devilish smirk crossed Adiel's lips, as if he were finally realizing what sort of destructive tool he'd been handed. With this machine, he could cause untold havoc! He could disintegrate entire starships to nothing but molten slag. He could turn cities into burning heaps of fire and rubble. Yet here he was, simply starring at the metal beast, with naught a city or enemy starship for light years.
He chuckled lowly and climbed into the cockpit, having to take a moment to adjust the seat to accommodate his wings. Once settled in, he switched on the console, which immediately began spewing a sickeningly Yamataian cartoon tutorial complete with animated, chibi catgirls screeching at him in obnoxiously bubbly tones of voice on how to operate the ship.
After about five seconds, Adiel mashed the skip button. His dignity could only take so much. He was smart. Hell, he was the smartest person he knew! He could figure this out, easily.
A button. A rather large button. Flashing red. The only button flashing on the entire control panel. That one.
Adiel pressed it, and his ears were filled with a dull roar as the beast awoke from its slumber. The seat began to vibrate with pure power.
Oh, how he wanted to fly. The void called to him, begging him to slam the throttle forward and rocket off into the nebula like an avenging spirit. But he couldn't.
"Slower traffic to the right, please." he muttered over the comms to the shuttle, annoyance clear in his voice, for they still had not left yet!