The trip had been a short one, Bob "Bulldog" Bobberson the third, esquire, had departed from Livadia shipyard on one of Velvets newly constructed Q-ships.
The paint of the decorative flames along the side of the vessel, as well as the paint of the giant bulldog head (the dog, not the man) on the front of the ship, had barely dried.
Dispite its...interesting appearance, the ship was expertly piloted to moor with the station. A testiment to the pilot (which was definitely not Bob) and the make of the ship.
With the ramp lowered a large burly man with a big grin and crazy eyes practically jumped off the ramp and walked straight past the welcoming commitee.
His escorts, veterans in the art of 'surviving Bob' knew better than to try and correct the man on his sense of direction and simply waited by the men that had come to greet them.
Several minutes passed before Bob showed up again, seemingly walking by them once more, though this time he stopped at the last moment and raised his hand.
A small sock puppet, bearing the resemblance of a red haired woman with some amateurishly applied makeup stared into the eyes of the man next to Bob. "Hey there hun! I don't susppose you know where the conference room is?" a somewhat poor imitation of a feminine voice could be heard, Bobs mouth very clearly moving.
After receiving directions Bob let out loud laugh, followed by several dog 'howls' before tossing a dog biscuit at the man, shouting: Good on ya mate! Time ta do some diplomatin'! Harhar!"
Once he entered the room Bob walked up to his seat, leaned back and practically smashed his army boots on top of the table as he rested his legs before saying: Nice ta meat ya all! We ready ta get started or wha'?"