> "Will do, C[ommander]," replied the voice. A few seconds later the familiar > shimmer of the transporter took hold of the Klingon and he disappeared from > the Runabout.
Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, followed quickly by a gasp as the pain in her arm re-asserted itself. > > "Also request you notify Admiral Lasiter's office of the situation." > > "Understood, sir. I will also make sure to contact Spacedock Operationns to > inform them of the situation." > > Wilson and Renaud could hear the hum of approaching vehicles. A moment > later, two officers transported into the Runabout. One was a human male, > and the > other was a Vulcan woman. Both were wearing medical blue. Wilson had grabbed her phaser, ready to fire if necessary. She did not lower it upon seeing the uniforms. After all, how had someone known to attack *this* shuttle? "Identify yourselves," she said crisply. (response) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | Randye Jones |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru /| Spacedock Role-Playing Game ( | ) [EMAIL PROTECTED] | Boldly goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://mail.scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
