As the transport docked Razeal looked out his window at the newly refurbished space dock, the flare of workers torches still flickering here and there throughout the bay.
He disembarked carrying his luggage and stepped onto the cluttered dock area; stacks of crates and dock workers talking surrounding him. Making his way too the transport lift he stepped in and let out a sigh of relief. As the lift stopped and the doors open, he stepped out into a brightly lit hallway and made his way down it, stepping to the left into a small office, he set down his luggage and almost fell into the swivel chair.
An automated greeting message flashed on the monitor screen in front of him. Turning to face the desk, he punched in a few commands and looked over some ship schematics. Well I see the reaper is still in the early stages of development. We're going to need those soon thou...
The office door separated, and a tall military man wearing a black version of the Nepleslian star navy uniform stepped in, saluting Razeal and then standing in front of his desk. "Mr. Kresh, Welcome to Carthage Base. I am to inform you that there will be a meeting of the executive staff at 14:00 hours today.â€