Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

[color=#FFFF00]The Hangar

Hart frowned. "Gosh. I'm sorry to hear that. No, no raid, just mostly labcoats like me, coming on, and going off"

She absently fiddled with one of the sensor packs, and added; "That's the N102 outside, the ship that met you out in California. I was down in the breakroom playing hologames with the engineers, or I might have come up to the bridge and said hi, If someone had mentioned what was going on."

She set the pack back down in the case and continued; "So Doctor Cook decided to drop us off here, since the N102 really ain't suited to landing a fighter like this." She glanced at the bulkhead wistfully."What it is suited for, is pure, unfiltered science. Decks full of labs and equipment, most of which is too big to cart over here, and some pretty sharp people to boot."

"Anyway, the '102 mostly hangs around Liberty space, and most of our little stuff, like this one, docks with it for resupply, swapping staff, that kinda thing. Some of the supplies we need are kind of specialised, so better to have just the one big ship running them down, buying in bulk, rather than all the little ones fending for themselves."


Angela, who had been considering Doyles' comments, said; "We don't nomally worry about invasions this far into Liberty. There's lots of pirates though, but most of the time they just want credits."

Gwen smiled again. "Lucky for them. I heard that story about Captain Wells."

Angela answered. "That was true. I was here when it happened." She frowned. "It's warmer in here." She looked around. "Isn't it?" She looked towards the table. "There's the sensor packs, we just need..." She stepped over to the pile of cases on the other side of the table, and began reading their sides for the contents.


[color=#FFFF00]Deck Two, Forward section, Starboard.

Denise Ellis struggled to her feet, and put her hand to the back of her head. She already had a headache, in addition to the pain from the impact. Damnit

She walked out of the cabin, already a minute behind Nickatelli. She looked down each side of the corridor. Empty. She headed off in the direction of the airlock.


[color=#FFFF00]Deck Two, Aft section, Port.

Keller frowned. Old people Doctor Marcus Owens had broken his knee in his late thirties, and even with suitable medical treatment, after all this time, he still walked with a slight limp. He rarely walked more than this in a day, and he had slowed down. It was driving Keller crazy.

**"Mr. Keller."** It was Captain Wells voice, crystal clear through Kellers' new comm. Keller replied; "Yes sir?"

**"I need you at airlock A. Right now."**

"Copy that sir, on my way." He turned to Owens. "I'm needed by the Captain sir. Do you think you can find Ms. Ellis' quarters from here? Straight down this corridor, turn onto the corridor marked "C", then keep heading up until you reach Cabin 12."


" I understand, young man. Go on with whatever it is you need to do."

"Very good sir." Keller stepped off at a brisk pace. Finally free He thought. Maybe the Captain needed him for something interesting.

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