“Shuttle Darzu, we have your request to land and access codes yet we must advise that the codes you have provided are nearly two years old. Please hold position and current flight path and we shall update…no we cannot do that, no I certainly can not do that. Why not? Do not believe I am flexible enough for such an action. Yes, I understand…hold, please.”
The communications officer muted the tirade of abuse and turned to his Commanding Officer with a disheartened sigh.
“Sir, the name she gave checks out but the files are defunct after nearly two years, the personnel file itself has her marked as hazardous. Unsure what to do, she keeps requesting permission to land as well as Aedile Rhodes.”
The Lieutenant looked down at the young man and then back to the file in front of him. His initial thoughts were to simply deny the request and have the shuttle gone, out of his hair and away from his ship but in truth he wasn’t sure he wanted to face the wrath of the one aboard if she got permission to land from above.
“Ensign…contact the Aedile. Give the shuttle permission to land but send down a security team at full alert. Let’s just hope she’s nice today.”
As the orders were relayed the all clear was granted the shuttle changed course and following strict instructions entered the hanger it was directed to before settling down with a soft thump upon the durasteel floor. The shuttle itself was well kept, slight adjustments had been made here there and everywhere and to the trained eye, it would seem whoever owned it took care of it. The ship was almost beautiful until you got to the insignia on the side. A woman’s face, a thorned flower wrapped around the left-hand side and curling up to obscure the left eye. Blood seeping every so gently from the points the thorns pricked. As it landed the Ensign changed frequency and sent out a call to Taranae Rhodes.
“Ma’am, we may have an issue in Hanger Bay 4, your presence is requested by Lieutenant Hydran…and apparently an old friend.”