The navigation console beeped, indicating the eminent arrival at her destination.The pilot secured his PADD and attended to the controls.

The little ship began squawking her IFF as she dropped out of warp. As always the transition was ‘bumpy’ as she rode the bow shock. Modern drives were smother in translation but the older radial driver was more efferent. Signaling the navigational buoy his intention to dock with the Ark Angel the little ship slid into her assigned lane.

“Space Vessel T’Pana to Starbase two fore three control, requesting direct routing to USS Ark Angel, and hand off for docking instructions.” After a moment system traffic control responded, “ Space Vessel T’Pana, you are cleared to Ark Angel, hand off will be at two five kilometers. Please begin deceleration burn in forty five seconds, Mark.”

With practiced efficiency the Vulcan decelerated to fifteen hundred meters a second. Space Vessel T’Pana to Ark Angel control, requesting docking instructions.” He was coming in hot for a civilian craft, but with in military operational protocols. “ Ark Angel control to Space Vessel T’Pana, cleared for docking at airlock five.”
Correcting corse, he responded. “Acknowledged Ark Angel, please inform Ark Angel Actual of my arrival.”

After a few minuets, the long dagger shape of an antiquated Vulcan cutter turned and decelerated hard to make a light mate up with the docking ring of airlock five. “Lieutenant Commander Soval to Ark Angel, permission to come aboard.”

LC Soval