"Receival acknowledged," Terov said as the docking information arrived,
"ETA
30 minutes. General A'amon asks me to pass on the message that he
recognizes he is not due to arrive until 1630 today; however I thought it
more logical to arrive a little early to allow time for ship inspection
and
clearances."
"Understood, should we wait for his welcoming committee until that time?"
"He will meet with the welcoming committee as scheduled; there is no need to
delay. Terov out."
As the ships slid by Saturn, General A'amon watched the ringed planet float
across his viewing window. "Beautiful," he said appreciatively.
"Really?" Lana D'amondra, the clone, replied indifferently as she joined
him, "A gas giant, completely incapable of sustaining life. I see little
beauty."
"There are many forms of beauty, Lana."
"The planet is deceptive and treacherous as a galactic entity, drawing the
unsuspecting in with its beauty only to kill them with incomprehensible
gravitational forces."
A'amon chuckled. "Keep that in mind as we meet with the Federation
representatives, my dear."
The ships continued past the Mars defense grid, where they were met by a few
small escort fighters, standard procedure. By the time they slowed on
Spacedock approach, the group of ships was quite large. Captain Terov bid
them farewell at the approach, and the Federation vessels went to acheive a
higher orbit. A'amon's ship continued into Spacedock and were towed into
the docking slip, where they started docking inspections...
(reaction?)
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