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(OOC: Sorry for not posting all in one. I had not gone through my who in-box before responding the last time.)
A moment later, Colin was in the transporter room.
"Ahh, Commander Wells," he greeted her, with an unusually warm smile. Though the engineer had not yet shown her vulnerabilities to his gentlemanly charm, she surely would in time. "So good to see you." "NO doubt," she said, half under her breath. "You're ready to disassemble and then reassemble the good admiral, I trust?" "Just waiting for the starbase to give me control of the carrier wave," she assured him. As Wells was finishing her statement, her console beeped. Control had officially been handed over to her. (Wells?)
The familiar hum of the transporter system sounded and the molecules that made up Admiral Jackson came together for the first time on the Centurian. Once the process was completed, he stepped down off the platform and extended a hand to the ship's CO with a friendly smile.
(Colin?)
AJ
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