The Yellow Brick Road [ Coalition + Mollys & Perhaps Hessians ]

[Tabris]

Dublin System, CPW Lithuania, Guest Quarters.

Local Time: 14:08


His personal quarters were spartan, as expected due to his status as a Passenger, while a very important passenger he did not expect this trip to last long enough to set about 'creature comforts' as it were. All he had with him was a Datapad that contained vital information he was to share from the Coalition's Mission Archives with his allies on a specific matter. His hand held another Datapad on another matter he was to share. It was a gesture of good faith that the Coalition would share these tactical files on the enemy, while the Coalition would never be able to locate every enemy location they could find ones close to home that posed a direct threat to their sovereignty.

The Intercom suddenly came alive, a gruff voice could be heard as the Premier looked up with a raised eyebrow

"Attention, CPW Lithuania on approach to Arranmore Base, all personnel are to secure personal belongings and take stations at your designated sections. This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a Drill."

Was all it said before going silent. Thus with a heavy sigh he gathered up all his materials into a briefcase and stepped out into the cramped corridors where two Coalition Marines waited to escort him to the Airlock.


Dublin System, CPW Lithuania, Primary CIC

Local Time: 14:09

The CIC was abuzz with activity in preparations to dock once given clearance, the Captain stood at the holo-table which gave him a good view of the Lithuania and everything around it. Arranmore Base could be spotted at the edge of it's sensor field. His hand reached up to the Headset, switching over to a frequency the Mollys could pick up with ease before speaking.

"This is CPW Lithuania on approach, we are here with a VIP for a meeting, requesting mooring permissions and approach vector. Over." He requested, his hands dropping back down to the table as he scanned the field carefully, ignoring the men and women around him at their own consoles, chatting with one another which he easily tuned into the backdown to sound like a dull buzz at the back of his head. At the doors to the CIC a pair of Coalition Marines stood guard, gripping their rifles harshly in combat readiness.