Meeting between friends.

[AlphaWolf215]

*Half hour before arriving at Harlow*

The liner began aproaching the Battleship Harlow, begining the mooring procedures. Vice Admiral Wolf stood next to the captains chair on the liner, fiddling with his wrist computer. As the Battleship grew larger in front of the window, Wolf began his pre-meeting checks...

*over ships comms* Okay gentelmen, this is Vice Admiral Wolf speaking. I want everyone looking clean and smart as hell, otherwise i will be having your arses for it. Lets get cracking gentelmen. Lieutenant Commander Jackson and a Marine Squad to report to the bridge *puts down the microphone attached to the ships internal comms*

The liner was a buzz with activity, all floors being cleaned, board members that had accompanied to see the trip to Bretonia moved back to their rooms along with thier families.

Jackson and the squad entered the bridge, spick and span, battle dress uniform fitted. They line up below the Captains raised area around the captains chair, standing to attention. The squad of marines was about 5 men, with Jackson standing in the middle of them. At this point, a fighter escort wing began docking sequences in the heavily modified docking bay, no longer a civilian design, but extended for the use of a whole wing of guardians.

*Wolf steps forward to the men standing before him* Gentelmen. in a few moments we will moor with the Battleship Harlow. We need to be waiting at the airlock, because this thing wont dock with a battleship. Unfortunatly, the Admiral, being who he is, has demanded i take a marine squad with me. Jackson, you will be with me at all times, marines, once aboard you will be cleared to do as you wish, within reason with the requirements of the BAF members. *turns to the captain* Okay, begin the mooring procedures captain, we shall make our way down to the airlock. *wolf jumps down from the platform, landing in front of the men* Alright gentelmen, lets make our way down*

the squad makes its way down to the airlock, ariving just to hear the hiss of the docking clamps attatching. All around the men are adjusting thier armour, making themsleves look as perfect as possible. Wolf adjusts his own armour and "Admiral's cloak" before sighing and reaching for the door handle. he simply mutters "Welcome home Joseph", before pulling the doorway open and stepping aboard the battleship...

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