A slight shudder runs through the carrier, "We've begun mooring procedures with Kemmerer. Stun rifles armed and at the ready." Cassiopeia reports through one of the Vindicators. Seline gives a quick once over of the area, checking the power on her tachyon rifle. "Good, keep them ready, but don't aim them at door, they're guests, not prisoners undergoing transfer." Mark looks to Noel, and his eyes light up. "Better idea! Noel, take point. Seline on her right. We're supposed to look professional, right Seline?" Seline stares at Mark, debating on whether or not to smack him. "I highly doubt they care about professionalism here, but you're half right. Noel, on my right." As Noel moves to her new position she chuckles. "Well as long as you're sure about it."
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