>The day was starting out rough, another typical day at Starfleet HQ. > >"Special Operations Command to Commander Liridian. This is Captain >Aurellius. Please report to special Operations Command at Starfleet HQ in >San Francisco at your nearest oppertunity. I need you here.", came the >early morning call. > >"I am sorry for the short notice, and for the early call, Commander. >However, we have too much work to do, and your arrival couldn't have >happened at a better time. I will be expecting you."
Steven was just drinking the last of his morning tea and finishing breakfast when the call requesting his presense came through. "Liridian here. Will do. Will be on my way shortly." [reaction?] After the call was finished, he began to make arrangements to get himself down to HQ in San Francisco. Upon making certain he was dressed appropriately, he made his way over to the Spacedock's transporter room to request transit down. [OOC: does he have clearance to go?] Liridian out. The Truth is Out There. Trust No One. Deny Everything - The X-Files "If you call a politician a perfect, conniving, sneaking, plotting, two-faced, untrustworthy, lying low life, is that libelous or a compliment?" - "The Confused Philosopher"-Royal Canadian Air Farce-04 April 2003 Engineer-In-Training - BSEE 2003. Can Grad School be far behind? _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
