>Nahrat's report was simple - panic stations..... Orders had gone out to all units to stand by for further orders, and to recall all personnel on training and leave. He (OOC: or is it she, I can't remember) received lots of urgent calls from folks that were not connected to Special Operations - the group. Just as Kit's call to the office winding up, Nahrat got another call. One that the boss would want to take... Commander Jamison- her initial contact with the group.
"Put him thrrrough," she said, turnng to the console. >The comm-channel chirped signalling the switch from Spacedock to where ever Jamison was calling from, and that it was secured. "Commanderrr, I hope you've got good news forrr me." >"Admiral Kitanya, I am so glad to hear your voice. Today's events have people running scared, more than the expected amount for an days like this." "I'm fine, and so is Admirrral Lasiterrr. We'rrre waiting on Intell rrreporrts. What's the status of the fleet? How scarrred and which people?" (resp?) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- "He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder." --Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
