John Holliday arrives in the command module of the ship. He is walking at a brisk pace after being paged for an incoming transmission
"Doctor," says the com officer, motioning him over, "it's breaking up but I boosted the power."
"Thank you, Lieutenant," answered John. He then took the com.
He noticed Edward Zhane's image and attempted to clean it up.
"Edward, this is John Holliday, please respond," he called....and then waited. He tried again.
"Edward, this is Med Force One, please respond." Again, he waited.
"Co-ordinates acknowledged," Doc replied. He then made a transmission to his newly built [TAZ]Med.Force.Two.
"Commander Coyle, this is Dr. Holliday, please respond," he called on his private frequency to her.
"Good afternoon, Doctor," replied the smiling Commander, "to what do I owe the pleasure of this message?"
"I wish it was under good circumstances," Doc explained, "I received a message from a pilot in distress in the Coronado system. I'm uploading the co-ordinates......now."
"Interesting," replied Coyle, "we'll get right on it."
"Thank you, Sarah," replied Doc.
"You are welcome, Doctor," she replied with a smile.
With that, the newly built Corvo cruiser made way to and eventually headed for the co-ordinates provided in Coronado.
"Steady as she goes," ordered Coyle to her command staff, "I have no idea what we're going to find."