> "Thank you, Commanderrr," she replied amiably, "Patuxent out." She had to
> chuckle as soon as the channel was closed. That was something she enjoyed
> doing, surprising people. Not in a mean way, of course, but just
relishing
> the reaction.
>
> She entered the field at one quarter speed, and the asteroid field was
> certainly a test of her rusty piloting abilities. They were honed to a
> sharp point by the time she got through and felt the tractor beam grab the
> runabout. Once she was certain they had control, she grabbed her small
bag
> and awaited the green light that said it was safe to open the door.
>
The tractor beam brought the craft in gently, yet quickly.
>
> She opened the hatch and stepped out into the station, looking for the CO.
> "Perrrmission to come aboarrrd, Commanderrr Brrrell?" she asked.
>
Standing at the end of the ramp was a moderately tall man dressed in
the uniform of a Starfleet Commander, along with him was several others.
Obviously his staff.
"Welcome to Granite Station, Admiral. I am Commander Brell. Some of
my senior personnell are here for your review. I would have had them all
present had I known you were coming, but a few of them are on assignment in
the field."
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