=Docking Port 3=
=Starbase UNITY=
Trent made his way to the starbase with a bag slung across his right
shoulder. He was to meet Rear Admiral Jefferson at the docking port
and was a minute ot two late.
'I shouldn't have had that last glass of vodka,' Trent thought.
"Sir, I can take that," a marine first lieutenant spoke up.
"That's quite all right. I can carry my own things," Trent replied.
"Sir, I insist. The admiral wants me to make sure your belongings are
sent directly to your quarters."
Trent noticed that the lieutenant had that look in his eyes, that look
that showed that he had saw combat. Trent was even willing to bet
that this man was no ordinary marine. He was definately SSF, but how
well trained, Trent could only guess.
As Trent turned the corner, he saw Jefferson up ahead waiting on him.
"Sir, what's with the marine?" Trent asked, nodding to the lieutenant.
"I thought you could use a hand," Jefferson replied.
"What? No crewmen or young ensigns available?"
"Give Lieutenant Bannister your bag so we can get on with this,"
Jefferson insisted.
Trent sighed as he handed the marine his bag, who in turned quickly
walked through the docking port.
"Again, what's with the marine?" Trent asked.
"Security," Jefferson finally admitted.
"Who's security?"
"Yours," Jefferson said.
"I don't need security," Trent said. "I can take care of myself."
"Captain, you were not on the Romulan's favorites list long before you
killed the praetor's brother. Now, well now you are certainly a target."
Trent turned to face Jefferson, "The praetor's brother?"
"The praetor's brother, favorite brother by the way, was the
commanding officer of the warbird your ship destroyed just before the
Lancelot bit the big one," Jefferson said.
"How long have you known about this?" Trent asked.
"Three weeks."
"THREE WEEKS! And your just telling me now?"
When Jefferson didn't answer, Trent shook his head, "Even so, I don't
need a security detail."
"It's just one man," Jefferson said.
"I don't care. If you think my wife and children are in danger, then by
all means. But I can handle myself. I always have."
"Then he can be your aide. He's not only a skilled fighter, but he is a
capable administrator. And if you do decide to bring Sarah and the
children out here, you can assign him to them."
"After this bit of news, I seriously doubt I'll be bringing them here."
"Well, that's your call. Do with him what you like. Anyhow, lets not keep
Commodore Guzman waiting."
Trent nodded as they walked through the docking port.
Captain Trent Rodgers
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
and
Rear Admiral Leland Jefferson (npc by Rick)
Deputy Commanding Officer
Joint Defense Command
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