The Saracen sat quiet at Starbase 310, moored and squared away for the time being. It had been weeks since the crew made it back from the Farsinia system, while the senior staff underwent thorough debriefings, as well as reviews of the S.S. B’hari’s logs and data. And of course attending matters for surviving family and the like. The rest of the crew had filed their reports and then been issued shore leave, save for rotating light duties, like a small security compliment aboard.

Since then, the senior staff had been dismissed to some shore leave a week ago.

=^=Admiral Sinclair’s office to Captain Coulter=^= The voice on the other end was feminine, pleasant, but professional. It still intruded into whatever activity Daniel Coulter was up to at that moment.

=^=Admiral Sinclair requests your presence, his office, as soon as possible.=^=

GM Rei, GM