Su’en left the Ambassador and made his way to the front of the shuttle. With a plop he sat down next to the Star Fleet pilot and looked at him for a long time before speaking through the respirator. “How much longer, ensign?” he queried.

“We are within hailing range down, sir. I was just about to notify you that we would be coming in in about 20 minutes, door to door,” the bright eyed man said with the cutting smile most pilots wear. Su’en found it annoying.

“Yes well, I’ll let her know. Bring us in and see that our quarters are ready. These respirators are heavy,” he bemoaned.

The ensign nodded as the assistant disappeared again, back to the passenger section. After a moment he pressed a button on the control panel, =/\= USS Amazon to USS Ogawa. We have your package. =/\=

GM Wombat