All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the cold distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Jimi Hendrix - All Along the Watchtower
"Miri," Keib addressed her favourite of the Bridge Bunnies as he overlooked the Quarantine Hangar from the skybox, watching Aiesu and Vithr finish up and make preparations. "Any word from the scout ship passing by?"
"Yes, they're hailing themselves down as a troop transfer carrier, LSDF Kas'vi. They have a couple of new arrivals for you and they want to send a shuttle over."
Keib sucked on his teeth. The main hangar was in complete lockdown - but only Vathr'dral was going to park there and as far as Keib knew, he was the safest bet there.
"Tell them to use the Flight Deck for new arrivals, the primary hangar is locked down tighter than an orthodox nun's backside." Keib double checked that all of the scanners from his end were in working order. "I'm a little busy myself, could you greet them?"
"Yes sir."
LSDF Akahar, Flight Deck
The best was done to convert the flight deck into an entryway, with a technician being selective about the forcefields and providing a bubble of oxygen so the new arrivals on the incoming shuttle didn't have to wear space suits on the way in.
Miri was standing there in her uniform, checking her watch, and remaining in contact with the other Bridge Bunnies and the rest of the ship with a headset on, covering her New Tur'lista ears.
"ETA?" Keib asked.
"A few minutes," Miri replied as she waited patiently on the flight deck, "I think they're prepping the shuttle for launch."
LSDF Kas'vi, Main Hangar
"Last call, all. Who wants to go on the lowliest ship in the LSDF?" Said one of the flight personnel, standing near a friend of theirs as they looked at the Akahar from afar.
"Lowly my foot. Did you see that wreck out there? That's no ordinary wreck. I've heard its the haunted one," their friend retorted.
"The Mok'ro?"
"Yeah that's the one."
"Bullshit. Keib's chasing ghosts."
"Well, he found the ghost, hulk and all."
"The Akahar looks different," they pointed out into space and at the odd retrofits on the Akahar's hull. The way it caught the starlight was different. "I think Keib's splurged a little or someone likes him."
"Not possible, he's the bottom rung's bottom rung."
As the gossip piled up, a shuttle heading for the Akahar had its hatches open, waiting for any of its crew game enough for a transfer downwards - with severance pay and condolences for committing what amounted to career suicide. Or was it really? Rumours and gossip were just those after all.
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the cold distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Jimi Hendrix - All Along the Watchtower
"Miri," Keib addressed her favourite of the Bridge Bunnies as he overlooked the Quarantine Hangar from the skybox, watching Aiesu and Vithr finish up and make preparations. "Any word from the scout ship passing by?"
"Yes, they're hailing themselves down as a troop transfer carrier, LSDF Kas'vi. They have a couple of new arrivals for you and they want to send a shuttle over."
Keib sucked on his teeth. The main hangar was in complete lockdown - but only Vathr'dral was going to park there and as far as Keib knew, he was the safest bet there.
"Tell them to use the Flight Deck for new arrivals, the primary hangar is locked down tighter than an orthodox nun's backside." Keib double checked that all of the scanners from his end were in working order. "I'm a little busy myself, could you greet them?"
"Yes sir."
LSDF Akahar, Flight Deck
The best was done to convert the flight deck into an entryway, with a technician being selective about the forcefields and providing a bubble of oxygen so the new arrivals on the incoming shuttle didn't have to wear space suits on the way in.
Miri was standing there in her uniform, checking her watch, and remaining in contact with the other Bridge Bunnies and the rest of the ship with a headset on, covering her New Tur'lista ears.
"ETA?" Keib asked.
"A few minutes," Miri replied as she waited patiently on the flight deck, "I think they're prepping the shuttle for launch."
LSDF Kas'vi, Main Hangar
"Last call, all. Who wants to go on the lowliest ship in the LSDF?" Said one of the flight personnel, standing near a friend of theirs as they looked at the Akahar from afar.
"Lowly my foot. Did you see that wreck out there? That's no ordinary wreck. I've heard its the haunted one," their friend retorted.
"The Mok'ro?"
"Yeah that's the one."
"Bullshit. Keib's chasing ghosts."
"Well, he found the ghost, hulk and all."
"The Akahar looks different," they pointed out into space and at the odd retrofits on the Akahar's hull. The way it caught the starlight was different. "I think Keib's splurged a little or someone likes him."
"Not possible, he's the bottom rung's bottom rung."
As the gossip piled up, a shuttle heading for the Akahar had its hatches open, waiting for any of its crew game enough for a transfer downwards - with severance pay and condolences for committing what amounted to career suicide. Or was it really? Rumours and gossip were just those after all.