It was noon. The great message that Admiral Lasiter had sent was being
delivered to only those that had access to it- namely those that made up
Starfleet Command here on Spacedock. But that was not the only thing that
was coming around.
"Commander Firehawk, I have 12 ships approaching Spacedock. All
Starfleet. Initial signals from the squadron indicates that this is the
squadron from the 9th Fleet coming in for repair and refit. Wait, a
transmission. It is the Squadron Commander on line for you." replied her
trusty Comm officer.
{response}
"Hello. This is Rear Admiral Tyrus Lasiter. I request permission for
approach and for docking. My squadron has an appointment for repairs,
refit, and leave." came the voice of the man now appearing on the main
screen. He did look like the CinC, but he looked a good deal younger, and
sounded much more friendly.
{response}
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Chris Salmi
http://home.earthlink.net/~csalmi/
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