> >It was at this opportune time that the server came back with the
> >drinks. He noticed the additional person. She took Boulay's drink
order...
>
> >"Captain, please order. We have not yet completed our discussion of
> >all of the fun and exciting things that there are to do on the station
and
> >the special protocols that visiting Admirals have to follow when at the
> home
> >port. That should actually take us into the meal, so you might as well
> >order a bite to eat. I am buying today." Tyrus mentioned using a
> >completely friendly tone once more.
>
> "Never turn down a wealthy Admiral, that's my belief." David smiled and
> ordered Roast Beef Au' Juis with a large old-Earth style Coke-some
Caffeine
> would do him good. "As for special protocols, that'd be Admiral Renaud. He
> is the Spacedock CO."
"Then I will have to go and find him later today. I do have a busy
day ahead of me afterall. There is unpacking in my temporary quarters,
there is.... well that would be it." he said obviously joking. More of
that high school class joker kind of routine. "I will make my way up to his
office. If I am remembering correctly, I was quite near it when Commander
Firehawk took me to Ops for a look see. Opposite side of Ops from the
CinC's office, if I am not mistaken."
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"Forgive me for asking such a question, but why are there so many
reporters on the station? More importantly, why are they giving us strange
looks?" he asked looking in the direction of a table of press hounds eating
lunch across the room.
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