> After matching course there was little to do except watch and
> meditate. FOr there would be far more to do soon enough.
>
> Several hours later they arrived at the civi space station that
> theJames MAson was headed to. The very same station that t'Llhweiir was
> to meet up with her agent Fox.
>
> The journey was uneventful.
t'Llhweiir had kept her disguise simple: understated midnight blue tunic
and pants of a quality one could appreciate only if one knew of the
material with which they were made, black, thigh-high boots that allowed
her to conceal a stiletto, a holster with a Rihannsu disruptor that was
just one level below military standard. Unlike her normal chignon, she
wore her hair loose, the thick, raven tresses falling down to her waist.
Lastly, she wore a single ring on her right hand. It was gold with a
fiery blue stone in the middle. Its true value, however, was its very
sophisticated monitoring and commuications capabilities.
All in all, she looked nothing like a Star Fleet officer. She looked like
a woman who tried to look ordinary, but whose physical presence alone made
that impossible.
Still cloaked, t'Llhweiir brought Delon closer to the James Mason and
began a complete scan of the ship. Even if detected, they might think it
was a routine scan from the station.
(results?)
t'Llhweiir ends
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