>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." David's eyebrows furrowed, "I will need to see him if it is possible." >"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." He glanced at Wilson, "I'd say that's exactly what it has to do with. I would recommend beefing up security, Captain. If they were that bold to go after us, then who knows what else they'll do." _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://mail.scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
