>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?" "He has been sent to the primary medical facilities in this dome. He is not doing well. My understanding is that he is in critical condition." (responses, if any?) "Any update on the ship that attacked us?" The woman shook her head. "I have to say no. They were able to elude capture from the ships we sent out in pursuit of them. We have not had an incident like this on Mars in decades. My first reaction is to question whether it has something to do with the prisoner that Mr. K'Tael is having us house." (Wilson/Boulay?) AJ _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://mail.scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
