> It felt good to be at the controls of the sleek craft, more like a skiff
> than anything, fast and responsive. Her piloting skills were a little
> rusty, but hey came back quickly, and soon she had a good handle on the
> craft. Warp travel at her control made her smile again, and she felt much
> more alive than she had in Spacedock. Although Triangle was also a
> spacestation, it was as different from Spacedock as a Klingon targ was
from
> a Terran dog. But there was nothign quite like the feel of a craft at
your
> control, and she relished it.
>
> She set her course for the Cardassian border and made best speed for the
> Spec Ops outpost.
>
She made her approach carefully through the asteroid field to the
small Spec Ops outpost near the Cardassian Border. When she made it to 100K
Kilometers she was contacted by station control.
"This is Granite Control to runabout Patuxent. You are in a secured
area. Please come to a full stop and transmit authroization code. A patrol
craft will be with you shortly." came the sterile voice from the station
control.
{response}
