"Aye, Aye, sir. Centurian Out.", Black said as he closed the channel.
'Big wigs a callin', he thought to himself.
"Captain Fitzgerald, this is LCDR Black. Your presence is requested at HQ by
Rear Admiral Smallwood of SF Security, at your nearest oppertunity.", Black
called to his skipper.
'Big wigs a callin', he thought to himself.
"Captain Fitzgerald, this is LCDR Black. Your presence is requested at HQ by
Rear Admiral Smallwood of SF Security, at your nearest oppertunity.", Black
called to his skipper.
"Thank you, Mr. Black," Colin said from his place at his desk in his wardroom. He sighed as he dropped his stylus and rubbed his eyes. So much for a chance at R and R. "Please put the command crew on fifteen minute recall alert," he asked Mr. Black, just in case they needed to ship out stat. "I'll let you know as soon as I do if that's necessary."
(eh?)
He stood, stretched, and then started for HQ, contacting Admiral Smallwood's secretary to let him know he was on his way over directly. Moments later he strode into the admiral's outer office and introduced himself to his secretary.
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Randy
Randy
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