> > 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.
>
> She did as commanded, stopping and transmitting the code, then
transmitting
> a voice message. "Grranite Contrrrol, this is Vice Admirrral Kitanya,
> authorrrization Zeta Pi Five Zerrro Six, rrrequesting perrrmission to
> dock." She waited patiently for the sterile voice to reply to her, most
> likely not very sterile anymore. The thought of the station staff having
a
> collective minor seizure as they realized the big boss was there brought a
> small smile to her face.
>
The delay was a bit longer than usual for checking an authorization.
But the voice that replied was not the same sterile voice.
"Runabout Patuxent, this is Granite Control. You are cleared for
approach. Please change to course 086 mark 290, and cut your speed to one
quarter impulse through the remainder of the asteroid field. We will
tractor you in once you are clear. Welcome to Granite, Admiral. Commander
Brell out." came a more personable voice.
She knew from the name that was the station CO who answered her.
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