Dealing with Starfleet was always a pain. So much protocol and hoops to jump through, let alone the amount of time he had to sit on his rear, grounded, waiting for the coordinates of the Prison Ship USS Swift. He sighed aloud. He hoped this shuttle would go faster. He wasn’t a fan of wasting time, but he was used to the feeling from being forced to be in hostile areas for extended periods of time waiting for the one opening to get away safely from behind enemy lines. His blip would most likely have appeared on their long range scanners now that he could identify the Swift on his. Time for more protocol .. At least this next part made sense to him. This wasn’t a typical ship or prison that you could just visit whenever you wanted. It was a secure ship and required a challenge and password phrase that, thankfully, they provided him with beforehand. He’d had to do this several times in his prior service with the Star Fleet Marine Corps so he could definitely appreciate it.

=^= USS Swift, this is the USS Rifter. Hope you’ve got those drinks in the window, I’ll be there shortly. =^=

He altered his course to trail them holding 50 kilometers away pending their response phrase for permission to dock.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)