A message came back from Dr. D'amondra's assistant. Dr. D'amondra was in
an exam at the moment, but to have the cargo sent to the Sickbay Shipping
and Receiving room, as per standard procedure. She would attend to it when
she had a free moment. The assistant - a young, cute spitfire of a human
with elfish brown hair and eyes that had cut through a swath of Starfleet
midshipmen already - pertly attached a copy of the standard procedures to
the return message, as if Docking wouldn't know...
Brad smiled when he received the procedures manual. He prepared up the
order for transfer and included the document with it and transferred it on
to customs. They were really going to love that.
Aravis closed the line and set the thrusters to allow them to land at the
designated area. Once they were down, she turned to the rest of the
passenger. "It would seem we are home."
"None too soon, if you ask me," Hilda muttered, wanting to get back to
Sickbay, "I'll let Dr. D'amondra know anything we do, which isn't much."
The cargo went through customs, with a raised eyebrow at the document, and
the cryo unit eventually shuttled its way up to Sickbay's shipping and
receiving...
TBC from Sickbay...
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