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Time to look for the author...*** "Poo-poo the Pomp & Circumstance" |
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The large ship, that served as Admiral Detalya's flagship, dropped from hyper-light speed to normal space. It cruised to a stop just outside of Area 324. Two of the smaller patrol cruisers sid into flanking positions beside the admiral's ship Sitting directly across from them, sat the U.S.S Athena. The Federation ship easily dwarfed the admiral's.
"That is one ominous looking ship," Chancellor Sanfer noted, looking out the forward port, in Admiral Detalya's ward room.
"Not as ominous-looking as that Rihannsu ship was," Detalya remarked. "That was one downright SCARY looking ship."
Sanfer chuckled. "That says a lot coming from you."
"Admiral Detalya," came the voice from the control room. "The Athena has opened a transmission, acknowledging our arrival. Their captain has extended an offer to coma aboard their ship within a half hour to meet and discuss the schedule for visits inside Area 324."
Detalya touched the comm panel. "Acknowledge their transmission. Accept their captain's invitation. Have the Chancellor's shuttle prepared, and inform Athena's command that we have a V.I.P. aboard."
"That is not necessary, Deen," Sanfer balked.
Detalya smiled. "When you accept the big office, Saan, you have to accept the pomp and circumstance that goes along with it. Besides, I LIKE the red carpet treatment."
"Since when?"
"Since it's you they're all pointing at."
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