The screen lit up in Eshrallias’ office. A bald, blue Bolian woman of advanced age squinted into the screen. She knocked on the display. =^= Hello, did I get through? These newfangled gadgets. =^= By her appearance and wrinkles she looked not unlike a withered grape that was not helped by the crisp white lab coat that she wore that bore a Commander’s pips almost as an afterthought. =^= Lota here. Fleet Science. Now that is not Lota as in ‘lowtah’ but ‘lotta’. But have I got a mission spec for you! =^= She peered into the screen again. =^=If there is someone there. =^=
- Cmdr Lota, Fleet Science Division