> > "I need to let Spacedock know I am safe...I
> > have been MIA for some time now. We can do a
> > tight broadcast direct to Admiral Renaud's
> comm
> > and protect your location. All I want to do
> is
> > tell them I am alive and will return to
> Spacedock shortly."
>
> >"Sorry, Captain, that is not a real emergency.
> I can not risk anyone
> >picking up your broadcast, and narrow beam
> communications are short range
> >only. You can rest assured that your people
> know that you are safe. Sector
> >Command is well aware of your status, and is
> expecting us. They have no
> >doubtedly reported your status to Starfleet
> Command. Just enjoy the ride,
> >sir." was the reply.
>
> "Thank you for trying." He tried to
> non-chalantly look for a name tag. (?)
>
> David went back and stood at the entranceway to
> the cabin-you don't need guards when the pilot
> is your flunkie...he ran his hand down his
> face. They had done some quick healing work on
> him-his rib was fine...obviously trying to hide
> their handiwork. He sat down and put his feet
> up.
>
The trip took every bit of the five hours that the Captain said it would
take. David was able to catch a few moments of sleep while he waited, but
that sleep was fitful. The memories of what he had been through were still
with him.
Docking went smoothly. The hatch opened, Starfleet security was waiting.
The station chief of security accompanied by four security officers. Dock
crews attended to the craft, checking it for a return trip.
As Captain Boulay exited the transport craft he saw the security detail.
"Captain Boulay, Good afternoon. I am LCMR Hewitt, Chief of Security.
Welcome to Starbase 40. If you will come with me, sir, I will take you to
Admrial Van Der Loo." said the tall officer with gold trim on his uniform.
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