Posts: 8,700
Threads: 744
Joined: Aug 2008
Staff roles: Moderator
"Salt Lake Station in sight, Captain," said the helmsman on the bridge of diplomatic yacht carrying the Med Force Enterprise delegation to the station.
"Very good," replied Commander Schmidt. She then contacted the station.
"Salt Lake Station, this is Commander Nichole Schmidt of the Ambassador's Arc of Med Force Enterprises requesting docking clearance aboard station," she commed.
"Roger, Commander, you have clearance to dock. Mooring pad two is ready," replied the voice.
"Affirmative, Salt Lake, mooring pad two. We will see you station side," she replied as she sat in her seat.
"Helmsman, take us in," she told him.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied, doing as she instructed.
In his quarters, John Holliday himself was making sure his old robes of diplomacy were still in good order. Standing before a mirror, he looked himself over once and then twice before calling over his right hand, Dr. Jill Xi, to check him. It was a rarity that they travelled together for a mission but this one had a lot of importance. A joint venture with Cryer Pharmaceuticals was something they long sought and it would be a huge boost to both groups.
He spoke with Jill as the docking sequence began. "Thank you for joining me on this. Your expertise and organization will be most valuable." With that, the docking clamps secured to the exit.
"John," called Nichole, "you and Jill may head onto Salt Lake when ready."