Nico held the padd of information with his orders, he and a team of his collegaues were to go to Pyrithia System to provide support to the inhabitants against the Tzenkethi. He was at the dock of the MacKenzie, a standard runabout equipped with micro torpedoes for defence. He was going to be at the helm of the Danube, and wondered where the other two, Traan and the Commander of the group a Commander Anderson would be stationed.

“You got swooped up for this little Op too eh Nico?” Traan said as he and his 4 person team walked past. The small Pyrithian orbital space dock was going to be refurbished and the government had requested some some specialists to help them make repairs and some upgrades to their defensive weapons, to make the old station usable again. So naturally the new Shipyard Director had assigned Traan to put together a small team and assigned them to the mission.

Anderson entered the runabout launch bay, wearing his battered-yet-repaired expedition jacket over his uniform and carrying a PADD.  Spotting the MacKenzie, he made his way over to join Nico and Traan.  “Pyrithia Dock?” he asked; with the massive complement aboard Starbase Bravo, he had never met either lieutenant before, so while he had seen pictures of them in their personnel files he had wanted to be sure.

“Yes, ” Nico said picking himself off of the runabout, “You must be CDR Anderson, I am Lt. Kalogeropoulos, you can call me Nico, I wasn’t blessed with a simple last name. and this is Lt. Traan. And yes Traan, my experience with the Tzenkethi and the Pyrithian’s may come in handy…”

Truth be told he had been activated again for this mission, there had been some rumblings about this station, about recieving some illegal trade, he was to investigate.

Traans crew walked a bit further down the docking back and started mingling at the next runabout over as the more senior officers chatted.

“Lets hope we don’t need it, Nico. Looks like that’s most of us. Are you 2 traveling on the Mackenzie?” Traan asked as they nodded.

“Excellent, they’re giving us one of the New Atlantics. The New Langley. Why don’t you take the lead on the trip there Nico and I’ll fly on your wing. Haven’t flown many of the new atlantics yet…” Traan and his team would also be carrying a module full of spare parts and tools to assist in the repairs of the direlect station if needed.

“Uh…maybe do a tribble check before you launch. Just to be sure…” Traan said in an ominous yet cryptically funny tone before making his was down the corridor to his team, leaving Nico and Anderson to wonder about the tribble comment.

Anderson watched him go, then turned to Nico.  “Tribbles…” he said with a faint groan and a shake of his head.  “You have anything that needs loading before we do preflight?” he asked him.

“I got nothing, I am ready when you are.” he smiled over to the man. He rarely brought things with him other than a phaser or two and a knife in his boot.

With word from Communications they began their preflight and went through the checklist, adding in the motion for the Tribbles as well. Pressing the buttons on the glass panel top the MacKenzie took flight.

Anderson had taken a seat at the MacKenzie’s Ops/Tactical station.  As the runabout launched, he kept his eyes on his display, monitoring the sensors and comms.  A short time into the flight, though, he spoke over a shoulder towards Nico.  “Any word on the situation at Pyrithia?” he asked.

“All I know is that we are to report there, and get it operational, and prepared for the Pyrithians. There are rumblings that it has been used for black market trade offs over the years. Expect lots of traps and perhaps an Orion or two.” Nico informed.

((USS New Langley, cockpit))

“Yeah, these things are pretty snazzy, got to do a few missions aboard them.” Chief Kip said as he and Traan got to cockpit and got the runabout ready to fly.

“Alot roomier then the danubes I’m used to chief.” Traan had a seat at the pilots console as the 3 other members of the team got settled in the rear compartment.

After doing all their checks and recieving word from the mission specialists that the cargo was loaded and secure Traan piloted the runabout out of the hangar, sticking on rear right wing of the MacKenzie. The ship was a smooth to fly, but she didnt handle quick aswell as an Arrow or a Danube, but she definitely was roomier.

“So, Lt. I heard you were a chief and worked at Luna Yards before getting assigned to Bravo…?” The 30-something Bolian said.

“Yeah. Got transfered to Bravo just before the Blackout. Got stuck on a transport for about 3.5 months…I think I’m finally settling in on Bravo though. Haven’t gotten on the wronf turbolift in a few weeks.” Traan chuckled.

“What about you Chief, whats your story? I saw on your record that you’ve been a team leader on the Repair Docks staff for almost 4 years.”

“They keep trying to promote me, and I keep saying no. No offense or anything, but the Director offered me your job a few days before appointing you to it. I’m a field tech, I like being a field tech. I wouldn’t be able to handle the stuffiness and paperwork back in Shipyard Central, not to mention the meetings. I like being in the yard with the crews.” Kip said. The 2 blue skinned gentlemen then sat for several moments in silence. Kip had struck a chord deep inside Traan somewhere.