>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?" (Jenna's response) "Any update on the ship that attacked us?" _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://mail.scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
