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>Wilson gingerly flexed her right arm. The pain was
gone. "Thank you,
Doc," >she said with a satisfied smile. >The male doctor nodded and smiled. "No problem, sir." >"Do you know if the attackers were captured?" >T'Mel shook her head. "I have not heard any details of the pursuit. I do >know that the vessels sent to aid you continued on and followed the attacking shuttle." >"At least I don't have to feel quite so much like a sitting duck," Wilson said. >"Captain, are you up to beaming out of here?" As the other med-tech finished cleaning up his injuries, David stood, "Absolutely." He took his PADD and said, "Ready when you are." (OOC: Assuming that you are giong to follow through with the transport
request. Feel free to fill in reactions or change depending on transport
plans.)
The raspy voice that had already become quite familiar to the group was the
one to respond to the request for transport. "We will transport you to the
primary dome of the colony."
A moment later the foursome felt the familiar tingling of transporter run
through their bodies as their molecules were sent hundreds of miles across the
planet. They reformed in a small transporter room that was clearly not a
public transport terminal. It also had the subdued quality of a Starfleet
transporter room since it lacked much of the advertising found in commercial
transport spaces.
An older woman stepped forward. She had reddish brown hair cut short
around her face. She was also wearing the familiar red of command with the
pips to support a rank of Captain. She was familiar looking to Boulay, but
he did not actually know her.
"Welcome to Mars Control. I am Captain Jenna Firehawk, the CO of this
facility. I must apologize for what greeted you when you arrived."
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