Operations Control

In a quick motion, Hobson, Madison, and Gordon transport onto ops.
"Don't Fire on us. We have been released, there is a follow-up, but all in all, I am weary of a few interfering things".
He sees Ransom.
"Admiral, it is interesting to see your return, Ambassador Gordon here, from SS Avalon if you have not met....we have a lot to discuss".

[Vincent Garhart]

Mr. Gordon submit your report from the station commanders office.  
Mr. Andros, show Commander Cook what they did to Gordons mind and we will repair it.  

Is that agreeable with everyone present?

[Ghemor]

*Enters the station*
"Ensign Ghemor here. Cardassian. Helmsman. I am assigned to the Unity"

[Richard Ransom]

*Was standing behind Hobson/

*Steps Forward*

Fronter Station General Salute Present Arms

*All the Officers Stood at a Attantion and Sluted Andros*

My Lord Andros, Iam sure that you are quite concerned on how we got your Communcation Channel we have recived it From Intelligence

*turns to Hobson*

Tom, Do get worryed Iam handleing this I will Breif you later

*turns to Andros*
My Lord Andros, I know that you are new to this part of space and you have only met a few pepole I would like to put out my hand in Friendship as well our Station is open to any of your vessels that need to be repaired or supplyed you can use the Station also if you do reqire asstance we will be here. I am sure er have things to discuss I envite you and your Lovly Wife and your Guards to my Office.


*Thinking*

I hope I can become friends with thsese pepole wow these pepole are amazing, my nefew Richard designed those Fighters he must be really good at Engering

Hobson received the Identification and hailed the fighters.
"You are cleared. The main docking bay is open for your arrival".
He had an Ops ensign remove the shields to allow entrance for an already half open docking bay.
=A= Hobson to Infirmary =A=
"Mr. Andros, two of your own have arrived to see you, main docking bay".

[Vincent Garhart]

"Sir its going to take days to get the windsor operational.  She is in pieces in the docking bay.  Send Freeman and have him report back. "

"We need to restore order. To restore order, these knights will have to leave. You will have to accept that we do not want to harm you Andros, if you are true to wanting to have a friendly relation, you will have to trust that. I suggest regardless that you leave, though".

[William Richerd]

"Understood Admiral, no one leaves the station, but people can come in," Richerd began to move off to comply with the orders but stops, "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, what is the situation to cause us to have this lock down anyway?" Richerd while waiting for an answer begins to order his security teams around so that they would be able to follow through on the orders.

[James Madison]

"Ah, that reminds me, i would like to call a meeting in the Operations Department conference room. Purphaps after your done with your meeting with our friends here. Along with the briefing i have some things to present to the senior staff. It would be helpful but not required. And the same to have yourself, Mr. Hobson, Mr. Nesbit and Mr. Bailey to come."

[Andros]

*2 Fighter crafts Exit Warp, sending a message to ops IDing them as part of the 320th Fighter wing Requesting to see there leader*

[Morgan Freeman]

-Delete-

[Vincent Garhart]

"Stay where you are admiral we must finish learning how to undo the damage to Gordon. "

[mwnesbitt90]

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"I look forward to the briefing. Things would go much smoother if you briefed everyone in a meeting format instead of locked away in your office one at a time, hint hint".

A while later Hobson returned to Ops and took his seat.
He spoke to any officer present.
"Do long range scans of our sector show any sort of presence? If we are nearly safe alerts should be terminated for regular buisness".