>The young Black chuckled to himself as he responded. �"I understand sir. �Coming >about to stand aloof, sir.", he answered. �The only sign of his inward chuckle >was the Riker-esque smile that was on plastered across his face. > >Black took the ship around the starbase, and ended up facing the dock. �The >small ship came to a full stop facing the docking bay. �Being slightly high and >to starboard side gave the Centurian's weapons officer a good chance to fire on >anything that would/could come out before they could take a pot shot at them. Of >course, that would not be necessary, but it fit the defination of aloof. �He hoped... > >"Nicely done, Mr. Black," Colin said gently, the warmth of his smile evident in his >voice, "very nicely done, indeed." �Now the question: was 311 expecting him to come >inside? �Or just exchange atoms?
A beaping could be heard from the tactcial station. A medium-sized woman was standing there. She had long black hair pulled back into a pony-tail. Her eyes were an emerald green and seemed to be looking over her console. "Sir, the station is hailing us. It is Admrial Jackson," announced Ariel Ares. (Cap'n?) AJ _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
