Posted by Colonel Marco Gunther (Prison Warden) in Arrival - Marco Gunther

Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Arrival - Marco Gunther

Posted by Colonel Marco Gunther (Prison Warden) in Arrival - Marco Gunther
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. =^=

=^=This is Swift, noted and welcome.=^= The comm was short and almost stoic, if one were barely listening.

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

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

Gunther sighed. He actually bothered with the protocol for once, and didn’t even get the right response in return. Maybe these guys weren’t so bad after all?

The hangar doors soon opened to reveal the sleek interior of the Shuttlebay. It housed two other shuttles, however still had more than enough room for the Warden to set his vessel down for docking, until it could be returned to a base or otherwise, by the Colonel’s request. Above the bay, a man stood within the control room, a smile on his face as he waved to the shuttle. Even if the man couldn’t see him, he did it anyways.

It was almost natural for his approach with the small craft, as he entered the shuttle bay he rotated the shuttle with ease to have the front of the craft pointing back towards the shuttle bay doors. As it did it was easy to see from up close that it carried a heavier armament than the typical shuttle craft and the Star Fleet Marine Corps logo could be seen on the side. They were the ones that reached out to send him here, so they were the ones to give him the means of transportation.

Once the Warden was in and the bay doors had shut behind him, the oxygen slowly returned to the atmosphere of the room. And, outside waiting, was a rather odd Captain, tired albeit somewhat excited to finally have a Prison Warden.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

As his shuttle door opened he stepped out and rotated his shoulders a bit. It was good to be out of the small craft and back somewhere we he could actually walk more than a few paces. He hopped off the side and walked over to the Captain, despite having similar rank he understood that she was ultimately in charge of the ship and him the prison. With somewhat of a smirk, he approached, “Ya look beat Cap’n, you just get up or is Starfleet actually workin’ ya hard enough?” It was completely a joke and was readily apparent as he extended his hand to shake hers.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)