© J.U. Park & Cyberwriter Novel, page  5   <-  home  -> As he walked along the corridor to the docking port he watched the droids clean under the command of the maintenance person. Looking for anything to help take his mind away form the base he noticed a window by the docking port. It is a small window to view nothing. Nothing but the blackness of space that is sometimes hidden by a puzzle piece of a docked ship. There was just a moment to pause and reflect on his position. His reflection and that of others behind him are transparent, not noticing the crew of the ship loading behind him. It was difficult to get a good look at the vessel. She had undergone some modifications with the latest work in contrast with the manufactures sheet work. "Hey, sailor. You maken the trip with us or just gawking?" An unfamiliar voice loudly disturbed him from his thoughts like a tuning fork. The time had passed quicker than he realized. He quickly ducked into the waiting area and made his way to the registration desk. As Ron walked up to the clerk, he signed in on the dotted line that was imprinted on the electronic writing pad. He asked, "Where can I find the PSI 5 shipper Roc-du-Plune?" "Down the hall. Three doors to your left." the scaley reptile sitting behind the desk replied. "You'd better hurry it up, though. I hear the captain doesn't like his crew to arrive late. A good quality in shipper command staff, so the corporate offices believe." Ron asks another question to the desk clerk. "By the way, who are all the foot soldiers coming through?" "Crew of the Military Earth Core Yorktown. Why?"