> 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.
"Admiral Jackson it is, then," Colin acknowledged. "On screen, if you please, Mr. Ares." -- Randy J. Ferrance, DC, MD > >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
