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The U.S.S. Takeda Shingen
The Missions of a Federation Battleship
Walking Over Graves 
05.23.2011 1304
RPG: USS Takeda Shingen

Tom and Diziara approached the docking port at 22:59. Svetlana and AJ were already waiting, and Tom nodded politely to both as he moved up to the docking port controls. Diziara quietly followed

"I've heard good things about you, Crewman. Looking forward to working with you," he directed over his shoulder at AJ as he opened the airlock. He started forward, but only made it halfway through the port before he noticed that Diziara was standing dumb in the middle of the walkway so that AJ and Svetlana could not easily move past her. "Somethin' wrong, darlin'?" he asked, gently guiding her by the shoulder to the side. "Go on ahead, we'll be right there," he said to AJ and Svetlana.

"I know this station," Diziara explained to Tom, glancing at the airlock. "Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if this was the port the Barracuda was docked at the last time..." She trailed off, and Tom frowned.

"If you're not up for this, I'll swallow my pride, and wrangle Houghton instead," he offered. Diziara fiercely shook her head, then swallowed hard.

"No, I'll be... fine. I just might be a little off, that's all." She tried to smile at him, and he shook his head.

"You sure? I understand if yo-" Tom returned.

"I'm FINE," she snapped, and brushed past him to stalk onto the station.

05.24.2011 0331 (UTC)
Crewman AJ Trippett adjusted the pack on her shoulder. Her auburn hair, this time, was smoothed back professionally. "You as well," she said to Tom, with a nod.

With a few quick motions, her gloves were on, as she hung back with Tom and Svetlana. She kept her pack unzipped, just in case.

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