It was roughly a week since their last mission had ended. In that time the Ark Angel had been in dock at their home berth of Starbase 243 undergoing repairs and getting in some local R&R at the starbase and generally taking the time to physically and mentally heal.

But after those 7 days of down time the ship had been waiting another two days then for their next assignment. That time it seems had finally come during the late morning hours on a Monday at 1137. During most of the morning the starbase crew had been busy loading quite a lot of small and large cargo containers by grav cart into the ship’s major cargo bays. Some rumor milling had begun by some of the lower deck NEs about what it all was, but so far no answer had been forthcoming. =/\= All department heads report to the conference room in 10 minutes. =/\= Came Commodore Andone’s voice ship wide. It sounded a bit frustrated and annoyed briefly before the call ended.

GM CockRoach