> >"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."
Wilson tapped her combadge. "Mars station. Four to beam your coordinates." > 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." "No problem, Sir," Wilson replied. "How is Commander K'Tael?" (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
