Captain Firehawk nodded. "If you will just come this way," said Jenna as she indicated the exit to the transporter room. They found themself in the street. Looking up, Wilson would be able to see the dome that covered the metropolis that was the "capital" of Mars.
It took them about 10 minutes to walk the distance between structures. "This is one of the main shuttle bays of this dome. We have six. This one falls more under then jurisdiction of Starfleet." "A question, if I may. How secure is this area?" "Only Starfleet personnel are allowed in this bay," she replied. In most instances, that would be enough to say that it was secure. Jenna led her visitor over to the office area. Their were two men sitting in the room. One was a Tellarite and the other a human. Both were surprisingly messy. They both wore overalls that seemed to be covered in dust. In fact, if oil were still a major component of the transport vehicles, these two would probably be covered in it. The commander took in the technicians and their surrounding. She did not, however, seem to be disturbed by what she saw. "Commander Wilson, could I introduce you to Lts Lorg and Harrison." The two men stood and lifted baseball caps of their heads. Wilson nodded to each. "Good day, gentlebeings." Then she got right down to business. "Is the Nile here?" Harrison was the first to speak. "Welcome to our home, Commander. We have the Nile set aside in a private work zone. We figured you would would want to have a bit more security around it considering how she ended up here. We can take you to her if you want." Harrison's accent was that of the Jersey shore or Brooklyn. (Wilson?) AJ _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://mail.scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
