Meeting between friends.

[Husher]

#Salisbury present day#

Salisbury seems to be busier then usual. Patrols are increased and every ship entering and leaving the system is rigorously scanned. No exception are made. Security is increased because of a meeting and so to prevent any unwelcome guests to disrupt it... Commodore Driscoll's orders were plain and simple. No mistakes today!.

Harlow’s main hangar bay is a cylindrical cavern some sixty meters in diameter by hundred and twenty meters long. In the middle are 2 massive elevators lowering the fighters and bombers to the launch/landing deck. The atmosphere had a dry metallic taste, very common in space ships which create their own oxygen and atmospheric pressure. Basic repairs, fueling and munition loading take place on the hangar deck. Its one of the most busiest place of the ship.
Literally dozens of snubcrafts are stacked in the so called hotstacks which allow the armed forces to use every single free space as effectively as possible to increase the amount of carried fighters and bombers. Recruits from all over Bretonia rechieve their training in this system and using the battleship as a staging area.

Ian walked patiently to the row of officers who were selected to welcome the 41st delegation aboard. “Stay sharp people, although this is a informal meeting between friends it can’t hurt to impress them a bit.” he says with a grin on his face. “And Sullivan zip up that uniform of yours lad, you look like a bloody ensign on his first day.” “oh....uuuhhh …. i...” Commander Sullivan creates a wave of laughter under the rest of the officers.

At the opposite of the welcoming party stood a honor guard of Royal marines in their crimson uniform, mirrored helmets and matching boots were resplendent under the glow of the lights. Each marine stood rigidly at attention with a pulse rifle trust out before them.

A young sailor walks up to Commodore Driscoll and salutes. “Sir, chef Ramsay reports he is ready in the galley sir. The officers mess is adequate prepared sir, as you requested.” Ian answers the salute. “Very well you can report chef that he can start serving in the next hour.” And the sailor walks away. “Sir?...sir...” The LSO looks at Ian to get his attention. “I just got word from command sir, the 41st ship has started mooring.” “Alright lads and lassies, lets roll.”

Commodore Driscoll nods toward the three sailors each holding a silver whistle in their hand and says “Start whistling the moment they step on the deck lads.”

“ATTENTION!!”