ON
The Quidditch match was being broadcast on the main viewer on the
bridge of the Eagle. Lt. Borek watched with some interest.
The one couldn't really see the interest in this "Sport," but ti
really didn't matter. The rest of the bridge crew had their attention
on the match so the one put up with it.
The noise level on the bridge was increasing as the crew watched
Commander Marqusa grab the quaffle and head down-pitch.
"Sir," came the voice of Ensign Harriman, sitting at OPS. When Borek
turned the one's attention to him, he continued. "Station flight
control is informing us of an incoming ship. They say it is of
Carvance registry."
"Does the station have concerns over the ship's approach?" Borek asked.
"No, sir," Harriman replied. "They've cleared it to dock. They were
just letting us know."
"Very good, ensign," Borek replied, turning the one's attention back to
the viewscreen. "Keep an eye on it's approach. If it strays from a
docking flight plan, let me know."
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