Locke ordered, plopping into her chair, frustrated, “Bring us along side; and close!”
“Aye,” nav-man Karapanov complied easing the Amethyst in. The view screen was filled by the sleek looking Karama, a cutting edge ship in its day, 20 years ago. Today, the Amethyst could fly circles around the old relic.
Karapov reported, “there’s a dock-lift on her port side, shall i attempt a soft-lock?”
“yes, ” locke agreed, “but use minimal thrusters; take a slow approach. we don’t want a breach!”
“indeed,” the russian said.
Lucy voiced, “Do we report this to the alliance?”
The Alliance. Politicians. Forum Ignoramous.
“No. We don’t know what we’re dealing with here. Besides, what could they possibly do?”
“Good point!” frowned Lucy, returning to her console, “500 meters and closing.”
“we’re almost there!” karapanov answered.
“300 meters,” from comms.
Navigation, “Cutting thrusters.coasting in,”
“50 meters,”
The Amethyst rocked as she mated with the Karama.
“Karapanov, you’re with me!”
“Aye, Cap!”