"Hrrrahwrrooo!!"

Rocky tilted back his head, painting the ceiling with his curses as he felt the nunas flip to the roof of his stomach. They'd bled off too much inertia clearing the last mountain, and were now practically skiing down the slope, given how close they were to sheer rock. Normally they'd be able to power out of a stall with a dive, but they didn't have the breathing space to do it now, and they'd run out of mountain real quick unless they could come up with a better idea.

"Gnaa hrwaaghh?"

The Wookiee's eyes trailed to the retro ignition. They'd burn up their hold card if they flamed it now, but the ventral thruster nozzles at full burnout - coupled with a full burn on the main engines - should give them airspeed and level off their descent. If they did that, they just might get into a sustainable descent. The problem was that they'd have more velocity than they bargained for the end run, and they'd have no good way to arrest what was now certainly looking like a crash landing.

It was Markos' call. Rocky's right paw carefully palmed the throttle. If Markos was in, so was he.