** They all smell the same you know, station docksides. Sweat, lubricant and ozone with the occasional whiff of alcohol ozzing out of some ones hide. The military docks were no different. ** thought Stores.
First unidentified security officer “ who is this bozo anyway?” Second officer “ heck if I know, I was told to deliver him to the Dresden’s Officer of the watch.”
** well”, thaught Stores” this isn’t the first time station security has escorted me to my ship, but this is new.** “ so guys, ah exactly wha is the Dresden?”