No sooner had Renault’s words left their mouth when their communicator in their pocket chirped.

Once answered, a male voice came through, =/\= Good evening Captain Renault, this is Lieutenant Dainly at Starfleet HQ. I am contacting you because Commodore Samson requests your presence at his office in 30 minutes. Do you confirm? =/\= He asked.

GM CockRoach

=^= Confirm. I’ll be there. =^= Was Marceau’s response.

Half an hour later he had arrived in Commodore Samson’s office as requested, awaiting the Commodore to tell him what it was he was here for.

~ Captain Renault