Moira Waverly docked her Nyx, and walked briskly towards the bar. She had just returned from a scouting patrol in Languedoc, and had returned to the Freeport to find a sea of ships moored to the station.
"Oy, barkeep! Ye need t' find Matok or Chara, quick-like! Our Coalition friends have arrived!"
Ordering a gin and tonic for herself, she continued.
"Put all their drinks 'n victuals on the Veranda's tab until Matok can greet em proper. And if ye run out o' vodka, give Shasta a call. Doc's got a whole storeroom o' the stuff stashed away."
The barkeep nodded, wide-eyed, and rushed off to find the old Klingon warrior and his Master at Arms.