Target: Cambridge

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Spike Harris stood at ease on the Command deck of the Sirius Federation Assault Frigate Exeter, gazing out the forward viewscreen.
A half smile showed on his face as planet Cambridge came into view, sensors showing the new planetary defense shield as a faint shimmer.

"Helm. Make course for Cambridge Research Station and request docking clearance."

"Aye sir", came the prompt reply.

Lieutenant Harris thumbed the com relay to the hold. "How's the paperwork going on the collected Nomad items ensign?"

A burst of static and what sounded like small arms fire came back in reply.
A brief silence and then an irate sounding voice.

"Sir, we had a containment field failure and lost a couple of high quality items. Well we blasted the damned things anyway. We're fine now...situation normal...how are you?"

Spike Harris gave a terse reply and started pacing the command deck, a scowl crossing his face.

This was the second containment field failure in as many days. Hopefully the techs at Cambridge Research would be able to do something.
It was almost as if the Nomads had found a way to cancel the specialised fields. Not a problem at the moment but security would have to be increased when live cargo was being carried, especially in combat situations. A breakout could mean the loss of his prized ship, or worse.

"All hands, prepare for docking. Well done on a successful mission."

The Assault Frigate eased into it's berth, systems powering down until the next call to duty.