<USS Avalon> Finallyâ The Arrival and Drop Off.

Finallyâ The Arrival and Drop Off.
By Captain Keith Ketchum and Senior Lieutenant Commander Anthony Manson
 
Keith was pacing in his quarters after his bout with the holographic crew, 
his mind still racing.  Turning to look out the window at the planetoid that 
they are coming up to orbit around, he waited to be called.
 
The beeps sounded on the helms console as the Avalon slowed down to quarter 
impulse. Omicron IV ordered the ship to a standard orbit, and then to wait for 
further orders. Anthony looked around the bridge, having a minimum crew right 
now as it was early in the morning, the next shift wouldn't begin for another 
hour.

"Captain to the bridge," Anthony said quietly. "Lyta, keep the channel open."
 
Having not gotten any sleep the night before, he was already dressed, âYes, 
Mr. Manson?â
 
"We're orbiting Omicron IV. And they've just asked to speak to you, Captain." 
Anthony replied.
 
âIâm on my way up.â  Walking out of his quarters and up the ramp onto the 
Bridge, âWho is it that I am talking to?â
 
"Rear Admiral Treece," Anthony replied as he glanced at the Captain making 
his way from near the turbolift.
 
âOpen the channelâ, and waiting for the cue, âRear Admiral Treece, 
Captain 
Keith Ketchum of the USS Avalon, how are you today?â  Figuring that pleasant 
would do good at this hour.
 
"As good as can be Captain," Treece replied with a professional smile, "I 
hear you have a Romulan on board with certainâ equipment our science and 
nearly 
all my departments have to investigate on."
 
âThat is correct, and we also will be providing the Romulan also, as he has 
asked for political asylum.  He might be able to assist in the research.â  Or 
drive you batty, Keith thought.
 
"We'll take it under advisement. Have him ready for transport in ten minutes. 
We'll inform you when we're ready."
 
âUnderstood, Admiral, he shall be ready.â  Nodding to close the channel, â
Mr. Manson, ask for an escort to assist TâPex with his belongings, and 
prepare 
him for transport.â
 
Anthony nodded as he issued orders to security. It didn't take long and then 
the console bleeped again, "Omicron IV has signaled us, they're ready. 
Transporting now."
 
âVery good.  Now that is taken care of, Mr. Quinn and Ms. Cross should be 
ready to talk to me about the other issue at hand.  And then we have a wedding 
to 
discuss.â
 
Anthony gave a small smile with a nod.

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