*WARNING* HIGH SACCARIN LEVELS!!!! The USS Protector arrived late morning on the day after the attacks occured, and found security around the solar system to be pretty much at war level. Since a member of Starfleet Command (aka Admiral Bedru) was with them, they were able to make the approach to Spacedock without delay. The approach to Spacedock brought them within view of the blast site. While repairs had been underway for some time, the would was still visable- scortch marks and the like. Protector was permitted to dock, but only as long as it would take to transfer the survivors of the USS South Hampton and JSOC team off.
Bedru had spent the trip meeting with and talking with crewpersons. In a way, she acted more like a counsellor than an admiral. It had been good for them, and it had been good for her. Still, despite the situation on Spacedock, she was happy to see it on the viewscreen. Normally there was a small welcoming committee to welcome every ship into Sapcedock. Usually it was just some nameless fleeter from the Harbor Master, or the like, to welcome those aboard and to see to the station side part of docking. This time, however, there were seriously armed station security. Behind them were folks from sickbay to take the South Hampton folks to get checked out. Behind them stood Bedru's personal aide to brief her on recent events. There was no one to take bags or to provide directions. This was not the warm welcoming place it was when they left. Now, it was an orbiting fortress recovering from an attack. Spacedock was home to her, almost as much as the estate in Ethiopia where she had grown up. It saddened her to see and feel the change in it since she had last seen it. With her security escort close by, Bedru disembarked and greeted her aide. (ooc: er, pete, this is the next day. see above.) > He notified Ops, looked up docking logs and saw her ship had pulled in. > > He hauled-tail down to Docking and saw his wife talking to her aide. He had > to resist crying as he was so glad to see her. > > The Yeoman noticed him and called out, "ATTEN-TION! COMMANDING OFFICER ON > DECK!" > > Every under-officer stood ram-rod straight until Lorin said, "At Ease. > Resume your duties." He approached Bedru, resisting the urge to tackle her > bodily. Instead he merely smiled as he approached her, "Welcome home > Admiral." After all their years together, there was still something that sparked whenever Renaud was nearby. Even before she saw him, she felt it. Usually, she did not allow herself to show it publicly, but this was different. Before she turned to face him, she said to her aide, "Staek, I will meet you in my office." The Vulcan male nodded solemnly and with a simple, "Admiral," directed to Renaud, he moved away. Slowly, Bedru turned towards Renaud. Her eyes, tawny like lioness, softened as they locked with his. She reached up and, with a gentle hand, caressed his face to confirm that he was, indeed, alright. "Lorin," she whispered. (response) Bedru ends ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Randye Jones aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru [EMAIL PROTECTED] Goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
