...the small research fleet arrives at the headquarters and proceed with docking procedures, the data is stored within a selfcontained seperate stash for the time being...
Hera returns to the research lab, while Doran heads to the office to report to Atma Varven...
Hera sighed.
Hera: "We should take a few days off after all of this is done..."
Doran: "Agreed, T-Alia-7?"
She laughs.
Hera: "You just know me too well honey! I love those floating Oceans!"
They parted ways and Doran entered the office.
Atma: "Oh hello Doran, how is your work going?"
Doran: "I suppose my work is going relatively well, but..."
Atma: "Your "business trip" was rather tiring?"
Doran: "We encountered a class 4 D-E-Delta-incident. Several DC ships have been taken apart on the site by an unknown entity and we retreated while the battle was still raging between the other factions."
Atma narrowed his eyes to a slit.
Atma: "What do you think of it?"
Doran: Considering the Equipment and our policy we did the best of our abilities. But considering this and the other incifent we will probably have to contact the ITC so they deploy a security outpost:"
Atma closed his eyes, he it´s one of those rare times when he actually looked tired...then he sighed and opened his eyes again.
Atma: "Considering the circumstances there´s probably no way around it."
He looked up to the ceiling, then he looked out of one fo the stations windows.
Atma: "The ITC security fleet..."
He turned towards Doran again, his tiredness was gone, he seemed as sharp as ever.
Atma: "Very well, I will contact them and handle all of teh paper work, it might be beneficial if you and your wife take a few days off and better before they arrive. You´re dismissed, I will handle the rest, at least for now."
Doran: "Acknowledged. I will make preparations right away and tell Hera."
He turned around and was about to leave.
Atma: "Oh and Doran? tahnk you for the good work, I knew it was a good Idea taking you here."
Doran: "Thank you sir."
Doran left the room and closed the door behind him Atma leaned back in his chair and looked out of the window again, mumbling to himself.
Atma: "The ITC Security fleet..."
He pressed one of the holographic buttons on his armlet.
Atma: "Reia, I need some documents out of the library, I´ll have to send a report to the ITC."
The voice of the head secretary came out of the armlet.
Reia: "Yes boss!"
Atma: "Oh and don´t call me that."
Reia: "...yes Atma."
The Armlet turned off, the room went silent again.
Atma: "The ITC security fleet..."
He sighed then he turned towards his work again.
