Owl and Hoplon

[Thunderer]

"##############ation, I am requesting to #oor. I re#eat, I am requesting to moor."
The static was beginning to clear as the layer of atmosphere between the ship and the station was thinning. It unveiled its gargantuan elegance to the bridge.
"This Captain John Khatri, HMS Avalon. Sunderland Station, please respond, over".
"Roger that. Your request is granted. Please proceed Three."

Sunderland and the Avalon each opened their mooring bridge doors and the different atmospheres collided. Two squads of Bretonian marines stood opposite of each other. At their middles were their respective commanders: Admiral Norma Peter Clark, commander in chief of the Grimsby Flotilla and Sunderland Station, and Captain John Khatri, of the HMS Avalon. He approached the admiral and his men followed in a broad line. As he saluted, his men proceeded to those of the admiral's, and integrated with her forces. Khatri was now on her ground, and under her command. While doing so, he invested great effort not to incidentally look at her widely spoken about backside, which he did successfully. He then spoke with as much formality as he could, because he knew that was the only way Clark approved. Not even "ma'am", let alone a name -- the rank was all that mattered.
"Admiral! The cargo I spoke about is aboard the Avalon. It is ready for your team of experts. I have also brought you some oxygen straight from New London,.. with fresh rain scent. I am aware they rarely supply this place. Orders?"
"Is the... thing here?", suspicion raised her stern eyebrow.
"Ah, the box! It is inside, but I suggest dressing the men into both armour and hazard suits while opening it. And bring a number of them."
Clark raised her chin. "I believe I am perfectly capable of arranging everything myself." Her frowning lips suddenly bent into a smile, albeit a fake one. "Now... come to my quarters. You are a guest here." She turned towards the marines: "Men!" They saluted. "You are dismissed!"
Khatri obeyed. He could not do anything else. But he did so gladly, and his imagination ran wild -- as the marines' laughter when the two got far enough.

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