> > When she departed Granite Outpost she checked the information
for
> >the next base. It was already there in her craft's systems as her trusty
> >Magna Roman assistant pormised. She read it over and decided that it may
> >be just what the doctor ordered. This base seemed to be a good choice to
> >visit. It looked well run, at least on the surface......
>
> Looks can be deceiving. Aurelius would not have sent her there if
> everything was running like a well-oiled machine. She wondered about her
> old Cardassian friend, wondered if he was still alive or not. So many
> people she knew, both old friends and old enemies, were gone now. There
were
> new friends, and one very old one, but few friends of any kind in her
life.
> She wondered if that was her fault; she wasn't exactly social after
M'Rrell
> disappeared. But still, she felt lonely, and the vastness of space all
> around her didn't help.
>
> After some sleep and a bite to eat, she decided to stop thinking about her
> personal problems by resorting to work. She started running down the base
> she was going to, looking at the command staff and the mission logs.
>
{OOC: other post, the one that was titled, "On to another post" had
some information about the command staff, so I will not rehash here.}
Upon examining the records for this post she found that their operational
reports were a bit lacking. It looked as if a junior officer had done the
write up. They lacked the depth of detail that one would expect. She
wondered about the mission slow down at this outpost. It was as if suddenly
they just cut their operations by 40%. It was a very strange thing. This
outpost was in a key area, at the crust of Bajoran, Cardassian, and
Federation space and the number and importance of missions had decreased.
They had been relying more and more upon unmaned recon probes than on actual
feet on planet operations. At such an imortant place in space she would
have thought different.
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****** a touch later *****
On her approach she got the same treatment as on Granite...
"Approaching craft, this is a secure area. Please halt your
approach and identify your self, or your will be shot down." came a lively
voice, but some how still sterile.
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