> 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. > > "Put it on the screen, Brad," she said as she moved closer to her station. > > "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. > > "Welcome to Spacedock, Admiral. Permission to dock granted. I am sending > over docking assignments for your squadron now. Your ship is set for Docking > Bay 12. I will be down to welcome you aboard and make myself available as an > escort an assistant while you are on board. Welcome home, Admiral." she > replied with a smile. > "THank you Commander. I will look forward to seeing you once I dock. Lasiter out."
-- - Chris Christopher Salmi http://home.earthlink.net/~csalmi ICQ: 28233696
