Talks On Cambridge Research Station

[Razr]

A tall youthful looking man walked quietly into the room smiling, the only way you could tell he wasn't going to some casual picnic was his because of his clothes a sleek black suit, tie, and shiny black shoes. Not to mention the two disgruntled women across the room.


"Hello ladies, looks like you bumped heads while I was busy. Anyways erm Christina why are we here again?"

The admiral turns and sends the young man a disgusted look and begins berating him.

"You look as useless as your flying skills are, Phelps! Get over here before I start yelling at you, like when you crashed your fighter into mine during training"

Christopher looks at his clothing, inspecting it for any sign of error.



"Heh, glad you like it and my flying ability. Secondly I was only jesting, I know why we are here. I'm sure you've gotten to the part about the unauthorized use of ships, so I'll get us going in another direction the real reason we came GalEX seems to feel we need to step up our escorts, this is possible however you must realize we're at war I can't just send waves of ships. What will most likely happen is what's on these diagrams Christina has made about an Southern Alliance fighter wing dedicated to your assistance."