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Well, I set it up so that Jerran and Koreth will be at the meeting :) | Well, I set it up so that Jerran and Koreth will be at the meeting :) | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">STARBASE EPSILON: CINCSILVER</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Ian Stenqvist 6-15-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80615.1055 [GMT]<br> | |||
Ensign Bishop soon found himself walking to another shuttlebay | |||
on the starbase. This was getting somewhat repetitive; he had just had | |||
a shuttle trip to a starbase to meet with an admiral. And now he was | |||
going to do it all over again. At least he had some idea of where he was | |||
going to be assigned. He was to report to Starbase Epsilon this time | |||
around, and that meant Silver Fleet. That was one step closer anyway, so | |||
now he just had to take another step. He saw no point in speculating | |||
further about this, so he quickly made his way to the shuttlebay. | |||
This time it was a shuttle capable of D-Warp, and that was | |||
probably a good thing. Even with a Runabout it would've taken quite a | |||
while to reach Cait. | |||
As he entered the shuttlebay, he saw a Bolian pacing the floor | |||
in front of what appeared to be a D-Warp shuttlecraft. *Oh great* he | |||
thought. The Bolians he had known at the Academy were all obsessed by | |||
talking. Bishop hoped that it wasn't some kind racial trait. | |||
The Bolian hurried toward Bishop when he saw him, "I suppose | |||
you are Ensign Bishop, whom I have been ordered to take to Starbase | |||
Epsilon?" He looked inquiringly at the Ensign. | |||
Bishop sighed quietly, "Yes, I am." | |||
"Good!" the Bolian said in a slightly nervous tone, "Then we can | |||
get started right away. If you'll just come this way." | |||
Bishop sat down in the back of the shuttle as usual, while the | |||
Bolian scurried around like he didn't know what to do next. Finally he | |||
seated himself in front of his computer panels. Shortly thereafter | |||
Bishop felt the shuttle make its way out of the shuttlebay. | |||
During the trip, the Bolian pilot made quite a few attempts to | |||
engage Ensign Bishop in conversation. But he gave up after a while when | |||
he realized that the Ensign had no interest in talking. But the Bolian | |||
talked enough for both of them anyway, so Bishop didn't really have to | |||
do anything. | |||
And luckily enough, the trip to Starbase Epsilon was faster than | |||
Bishop had estimated, and before soon he was walking its corridors | |||
trying to find the CINCSILVER's office. And after consulting the | |||
starbase's computer system, he was on his way. | |||
This time, he was perfectly calm as he approached the office. | |||
But he did sincerely hope that this would be the last time he had to | |||
meet one before being assigned to a ship. | |||
As he reached the office, he entered without pausing. | |||
"Ensign Kevin Bishop reporting as ordered, sir." | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Ensign Kevin Bishop<br> | |||
Ian Stenqvist<br> | |||
NRPG: Mike, I'm not sure if you need my SF preference sheet or my bio, | |||
so I'll include them here just in case. | |||