Captain Klothos sat in his command seat mumbling to himself.� He could not believe that he had been assigned to escort a number of diplomats to Pacifica.� Talk about an assignment without a great deal of excitement.

To his left the pilot turned to face him.� "Captain, we are entering the Sol System.� We should be arriving at Spacedock within 20 minutes."

A growl was the commander's only response.� He knew that he was going to have an Andorian, a Romulan, a Cardassian, an Aqualish, and the Klingon Ambassador aboard.� Who knew what else would be joining the merry band.�

He slammed his hand down on his chair's arm at the thought of having to listen to and be moderately polite to every one of them.

"Open a line to Spacedock Operations," he said to the Communications officer, who was an attractive Klingon woman.� She nodded when the line was open.� "Spacedock, this is the Klingon cruiser Hovtej requesting permission to dock.� We are picking up a number of Ambassadors on a mission of peace."

"This is Spacedock. You are cleared for approach. The Ambassadors will beam over once you are within range. Do you acknowledge?"

"We acknowledge Spacedock.  We should be within range in 10 minutes."

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AJ

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