The answer to a question comes in two fold; an answer given and the truth contained within the answer. Also, the question asked comes in two fold; the actual truth and a truth hoped for.
Chapter 8
The Starboard’s Bow was near empty. Sean picked out a table. They sat for a second before an ensign walked over.
"Good evening, Sir, Ma'am. May I get you something?"
Loggar leaned back holding her stomach, "A sandwich, turkey and cheese?"
The ensign smiled at her uncertain request, ‘This must be the Doctor?’
"One turkey and cheese sandwich Ma’am, and you, Sir?"
“Any of Cookie’s Clam Chowder left?”
“Yes, Sir. I nice hot pot. Cookie said you might be coming down later for some.”
"Then a nice big bowl, please."
The ensign nodded, walked away.
Loggar leaned forward, "You have waiters?"
"So to speak, it’s one of the many duties new ensigns and Non-commissioned Officers do. A pay your dues thing."
"Oh, I see. This is GRID wide."
Sean nodded and Loggar frowned.
Dr. Loggar had never considered using the lower ranks in this way. In a way, it seemed unfair. "Did you have to go through that when you first came in?"
Sean nodded, "Yeah, hated it too. I mostly did the recreational areas, but it’s something you get use to. And when they pin that new strip or you get that shiny bar it makes a whole big difference." Sean noted the frown on her face. "I don't suppose exobiologists had to go through the same thing?"
"As a matter of fact, we did, except ours was doing research for the head staff, and carrying out the manual labor tasks. I guess it’s a thing that is done everywhere. You know, we did all the background work while everyone else up front basked in the glory."
The ensign brought their order and left.
Sean ate his chowder as Loggar silently chewed her sandwich.
"Dr. Loggar, may I call you Kathy?"
Loggar almost choked on a halfway chewed bite. "Yes, please, I'm sorry. I never said you could?”
Sean smiled and slowly shook his head. She was looking quite lovely in that instance – caught off guard and being speechless. One of the most vocal voices of GRID control choking on a sandwich because she forgot to say it was okay to get friendly. He saw her blush and stammer and it pleased him.
Loggar smiled back and brushed a strand of hair that fell in front of her eyes. She knew she blushed. She just about cursed herself for such a simple silly mistake as to not have Sean call her by her first name. She was about to go into a slight panic fit when she realized that Sean’s smile was genuine. ‘I’ll be damn,’ she thought, ‘a real smile.’
Sean took a deep breath, "What are we going to find?"
Loggar paused. She wanted to be very careful about her wording. "Historical Alien life that has some commonality to prehistoric Earth."
"Historical? As in the past? Nothing now, the present?"
Loggar nodded, "Historical, written history, in this case, electronic written history." She wondered if he was going to ask, and it frightened her that she might answer him.
"I never really believed in Aliens. I figured with all this time out here we should have found some really good evidences or hints, or something and not just "eye-witnesses" from past records. It just smacked too much like science fiction."
Loggar giggled, she was a little relieved that Sean took this approach to squish his curiosity. She was certain he knew that she specifically asked for him. "I remember reading books about far off lands and adventures. My favorite series was the STAR WARS saga..."
"Star Wars?" Sean blurted out.
Loggar nodded, "I always wanted to be like Princess Leia. I read all three hundred and twelve books.
Sean beamed, "Han Solo was my favorite. I read them all, too. Han and Leia married and had kids. . .” His voice trailed off.
Both paused for a second, looking into each other eyes. The second went into two seconds, then three. Sean coughed lightly into his hand. "I have to ask."
Loggar leaned forward, smiled and softly replied, "I know."
"Me, why me? I'm just a commander of a GRID ship, an old ship at that. I don't, maybe I might now, believe in Aliens. I've gotten into trouble in the past but am good enough as a commander to walk away relatively clean."
Loggar pursed her lips, "Sean, may we leave and walk back to my room...or would you like to go to your room?"
Sean's swallow made a soft audible sound. "Either one, but if you want "real" privacy, then we should go to mine."
"Your’s then."
They both got up and walked out. The rumors would make the rounds again. All crew knew that a GRID ship didn’t travel on power alone, it traveled on gossip. And tonight the Johnson would travel far – some lucky person won the pool.
Robin stared at the equations on her CRT. They were the same equations that Dr. Loggar had worked on. Robin doubted Sean had anything to do with them. She looked at another page. Each page gave her a strange sensation. "Computer?"
“Yes, Captain Spaarin, How may I help you?”
"What do you know about the 'Most High Goddess' order?"
Robin tensed for the second or two it took the Computer to answer.
“The Most High Goddess was an organization that briefly had political influence in the then state of California on the planet Earth during the first quarter of the twenty-first century. Toward the middle half of the century the Most High, as it was popularly called, gained political power. Most high controlled most of the Americas, the western hemisphere of the planet Earth. Even though the South Americas had mainly been stapled on Catholicism it still retained, underground and behind closed doors, a communalistic culture steeped in some paganism. Ironically, Wicca was mainly a European product, but the Latin continent embraced Wicca and Paganism as a natural extension of the homegrown consolidated Catholicism. During official and highly visible celebration the usual parade of worshipped saints and idols made the rounds. But in the after hours of normal life the real zealous forms of worship took place. Wicca was among the most popular – not in European style, but Wicca nonetheless. ”
"Stop." Robin said then slowly spoke; making sure her question was valid. "What is the current state of the Most High Goddess?"
“The Most High Goddess is practiced by an obscure minority of individuals still living on Earth. There is also data, which suppose some off world locations practicing...”
Wrong answer, Robin thought, definitely the wrong answer.
Sean walked over to the tap and filled Loggar’s glass and his with a red substance. "I hope you like this."
Loggar took the glass and sniffed at the edge. "Sangria, Earth, 2212, Poluv Brothers."
"Right! And I thought you were just a beer drinker."
Loggar sipped at the red liquid. "I am, but I find time to drink other things besides beer and ale."
Sean took a swallow from his glass and sat on the opposite side of the couch.
"May I." Loggar said kicking off her shoes and leaning back.
"By all means, get completely comfortable." He took another swallow.
Loggar looked around and noted Sean’s taste in décor. Sean liked Feudal-Japan. It wasn’t surprising. Most Men in GRID control had this thing about early Japan. It had something to do with being a warrior and samurai she guessed. She noted the plain dark wood lines through out the room, mostly vertical with a few horizontal beams placed in logically assumed places. Very pleasing to the eye, she told herself, very pleasing. She also noted the various swords on the wall and a collection of a handful of guns. Sean like weapons she decided. She wondered if he could use any of them. But then she remembered reading part of his BIO. He seemed to be the type of man who would display what he was most comfortable in. She would ask him later about his collection. "Sean, why you?"
"Yes, I'm one of many in the GRID."
"What we discovered on the planet is one reason why you had been asked for." Loggar moved closer to Sean. "Why I asked for you." She inched closer.
Sean slipped off his shoes and inched toward the center of the couch. “You know, I didn't know anything about you until Robin, I mean Captain Spaarin told me you asked for me..."
Loggar nodded, encouraging Sean to continue.
“...You have a lot of clot, you're brilliant, which I just really found out, and you're different."
"Different." Loggar laughed out. She drained her glass. "May I?" She indicated toward Sean's near full glass.
He drained it and handed it to her.
Loggar walked both over to the tap. She walked like a woman trying to be sexy, but not drunk. The dress felt restrictive. She wanted to remove it. "Computer, more of that nice wine."
“Yes, Dr. Loggar.”
Sean watched her with a growing arousal. He looked at the way the dress clung to her body, the way her calves were shaped, the way her hair flowed down her shoulders. Sean realized he was falling for the Doctor. The consequences were no doubt going to be severe.
"Here, Sean."
Sean took the glass and took a drink. He noted Loggar’s chest rising and falling rapidly. He wondered what her breast really looked like. In the dress he could see that her nipples poked out a little. He shifted hoping that his arousal was not too revealing.
Loggar sat a hands breadth away. "Yes, I'm a lot of things and different is one of them."
"I believe you... Kathy."
She smiled. Sean liked it. "Sean, what we found on the planet was fantastic. It opens up another type of speculation about the origins of the Human species..."
Sean leaned slightly toward her. "Not that we were placed here by Alien spin?"
"No, not exactly, but it will show that we have a common lineage and…”
Sean sat straight, "Lineage?"
Kathy looked wide-eyed and nodded. ‘Damn the moment had been blown.’ She looked at Sean to see how astute he was.
Sean’s face played an interesting range of emotions and thoughts. "Kathy, I am not an Alien. Nor do I believe in 'em. I'll just have to see the proof. But that still doesn't answer my question."
Kathy laughed softly. ‘Such a bright man.” She leaned into Sean's ear. "I want you to believe, I want you to see, I want you to know, trust me when I say you have to see for yourself."
Sean turned his head toward Kathy's voice and found her lips. He kissed them with a feeling he thought no other woman could draw out. She returned the kiss.
He didn't know what Kathy was feeling at this moment – he didn’t care, but he knew one thing. A thing that was surely dangerous if not done right. Sean was falling in love.
Robin glanced into the CRT. It all came together. GRID control placing her in charge, which she believed was orchestrated from another influential source, Dr. Loggar asking for Sean for unknown reasons, and Dr. Loggar's equation. Robin shuddered. This was the future she said. This is an advanced ship, with a collimation of Earth's technical genius. The Human species colonized hundreds of planets, soon to be thousands of planets, but this thing, this thing on the screen. Robin looked for the hundredth time. She knew what it meant. She herself was from the Most High Goddess, but the surprising part to learn was Dr. Loggar was also from the order. An order that has been able to maintain secrecy for a long time. Not overt secrecy, but able to maintain a very low profile in everyday walks of life. And that was hard in GRID society.
"Computer, display the planet we’re going to."
The image replaced the equations and notes. "Computer, a close-up of the excavation site."
“That image has not yet been supplied, Captain Spaarin.”
No matter, she thought, it just doesn't matter now. She read in the report of possible 'Wicca-like' symbols. She read the speculative answer that the civilization that once lived on the planet had possibly practiced a form of witchcraft, but that was only speculation. It's always speculation when you deal with the archaeological records of the past. But, Dr. Loggar is the Most High Goddess? Shocking! Then she thought of Sean. He was going to get involved. My God! Oh, Sean I am so sorry, forgive me.
"Computer, where is Dr. Loggar?"
“Dr. Loggar is currently in Cmdr. Blakemore’s quarters. Shall I call her?”
Oh dear no! "No, never mind." Oh Sean, forgive me. You are about to become something you thought I made you. You are about to become a pawn.
Good love is a mutual bond between two consenting individuals. The side looks and the quick smile speaks volumes oblivious to uninterested parties. Lovers dance to a beat in tuned to the mutual drumbeat of each other’s heart. Lovers abate the existence of a bland world restricted by the confines of plain regular familiarity of simple congeniality. Lovers make their own rules.
Chapter 9
Sean lay staring up at the ceiling. He glanced over and saw Kathy sleeping silently next to him. To his surprise Kathy was a reckless lover. She threw herself into a wild abandonment and let Sean’s lust consume the both of them. He tasted, kissed, licked and loved every square inch of her body. She let him. In return she gave Sean as methodical a sensual pleasing. They both threw caution to the wind and made love as if they would never be able to make love again. It was a kind of passionate and consuming thing that lovers destined to be forever parted or forever changed would engage in.
He slowly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. "Lights," he whispered. The door hissed closed behind him. He looked into the mirror. His stare was deep and intense. He looked side to side and frowned and said to the image before him. "I don't know how I feel about you now. I think you're still a bastard, and a fool, and ... I don't know what, but watch yourself Sean, real closely." He used the bathroom and allowed his thoughts to drift.
Kathy woke up when she heard Sean utter 'Lights.' The door closed and she no longer heard him. Sean, she decided, was one hell of a lover. He had a type of aggressiveness the men in the high order didn't have. He was an outsider, an important outsider, but still an outsider. She rolled over and found his scent on the pillow. It was him alright. He was the one. She was certain. She realized, with relief, that Sean still didn't know why him. He had to see for himself that was all. He accepted that answer and it was good.
The door to the bathroom opened up and Sean walked out. He saw Kathy looking at him. "Did I wake you?"
She patted the covers, "No, I was just thinking of you."
He sat down and gave her a nice warm kiss and hug. "I hope my position as a Commander doesn't compromise your position?"
She kissed him back and ran her fingers down his thigh. "No, not at all, Sean. You are... good, and your position as a Commander doesn't change what I'm feeling for you now."
Sean smiled not really knowing why. He kissed her again. "Feeling okay?"
She ran her fingers down the inside on his leg, "Feeling okay."
They made love again, even more aggressively than before.
Robin tossed and turned that night. Her sleep was punctuated by a particularly bad dream. It was a dream where Sean was being dangled, yes dangled, over a fire pit. She called out to him, but he still kept being dangled over that pit. Robin reached out but moved further away until he was just a spot. Oh Sean, forgive me. I didn't know.
“My enemy is not always the enemy of my friend.” An enemy is not necessarily an adversary that pits one against a moral or ethical dilemma. Enemies come in many guises. Some are actually saints, survivors and saviors.
Chapter 10
Robin arose early, got dressed and headed for Top Deck. Sean was already there. A habit he developed early in his career.
Sean turned toward the sound of the elevator door opening, "Captain." He said smiling.
Smiling? Sean is smiling she told herself. Maybe the dream was only that, just a dream. Maybe Sean was not going to be played as a pawn? She dismissed the idea. Sean didn't know the truth or was oblivious to the end result of the truth. Robin decided she would be extremely carefully around Dr. Loggar, period.
Robin nodded to Sean, "Just making early rounds, Commander."
"Yes, Ma'am." He said.
"How's your pupil, Dr. Loggar?"
"Fine, Captain, just fine. Dr. Loggar is currently sleeping at the moment, but we have another session scheduled at two bells. In case you’re wondering, I’m sitting in for Lt. Cmdr. Dawn. I was up early and didn’t have anything special to do."
Robin stared for a second at Sean, looking to see what he really meant.
"Very well, Commander. I'll stroll the decks then, continue the conn until 10 minutes before two bells."
"Yes, Ma'am." He said and redirected his attention to his CRT.
Robin backed out into the lift. The lift door closed. "Personnel deck," Robin said.
The lift started.
Robin allowed her thoughts to wander about nothing in particular. She just let them flow. Some disturbing - Loggar as a high priestess. Others worse - Sean a puppet, if not herself.
The lift stopped. Robin walked out down the corridor. She stopped in front of the Commander’s room. She touched the chime and waited. Several seconds later a voice came through.
"Yes?" Said the disembodied voice of Loggar.
Robin cleared her throat, "Doctor Loggar, this is Captain Spaarin, may I have a word with you?"
Loggar said, “One moment, please.” She scrambled out of bed. Her dress lay crumpled on the floor. It had a spot on it. Loggar bit her lip and declared, “I can’t wear this in public.” She asked the computer, “Does Sean have anything I can wear suitable to receive a guest?”
The computer beeped and replied, “Dresser, top drawer, second layer, an old pullover shirt, length to your mid thigh.”
Loggar hurried to the dresser and followed the computer’s instructions. Yes, a tan pullover shirt that would fit perfectly. As Loggar put it on she realized that the pullover shirt was not meant for Sean. She walked over to the door and hit the open button. The moment the door opened and she saw the look on Robin’s face she realized who the shirt’s owner actually was.
Robin waited about three minutes before the door suddenly opened. Loggar stood in the doorway with a pained look on her face. Robin’s face contorted, stunned for a second. Then recovered a stoic front.
Both women realized the shirt belonged to Robin. In the opened doorway both women stared into each other’s eyes for a full two heartbeats. Loggar looked down, “Captain...please come in.”
Robin stepped in. The situation was obviously awkward. “Doctor...”
“Captain...”
They both paused. The door slid shut.
A second ticked by, then another one. A full five seconds ticked along. Loggar was the first speak.
“Captain, I am sorry, I didn’t realize the shirt belonged to you.
Robin swallowed. “No need to be sorry. It was something we didn’t exactly advertise. I am surprised Sean kept the damn thing,” then, “it does look good on you.”
Loggar blushed and motioned Robin to the couch.
They both sat.
“Captain...”
Robin interrupted, “Might as well call me ‘Robin’, we have two things in common.”
Loggar relaxed a bit and smiled slightly. “Okay, Robin, as you might have guessed Sean and I slept together.”
Robin listened. Loggar admitting that she and Sean spent some time together stirred emotions she had thought buried long ago.
Loggar looked Robin in her eyes, “You still care for him? Don’t you?”
Robin held her breath and counted to five before answering. “Maybe, our breakup was a bit awkward.”
Loggar nodded. “Robin, I’ll beat you to the question and that second thing we have in common. I am High Goddess.”
Robin held her breath again. Her mind raced. She blinked several times. She figured Loggar was a member of the Most High, not the High Goddess.
Loggar said, “And I know you are a follower of the Most High Goddess.”
Robin’s jaw slacked open. She had always imagined meeting the High Goddess, but never pictured her as a scientist, and a most important and high profile scientist as Loggar.
Loggar said, “Those following the court-martial had mixed feelings over it.”
Robin shook herself at Loggar’s statement. “Pardon me?”
Loggar repeated, “Those following the court-martial had mixed feelings over it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Admiral Quail has family members in the Most High Goddess.”
Robin thought a moment about that declaration. Quail had been disgraced by her and Sean disobeying orders. He was an old Admiral who should have retired a decade earlier. During the trial Quail talked to himself, slept and seemed to not be totally together. It was a tense and sometimes embarrassing scene. In the end it had puzzled her why she got the promotion and Sean didn’t. He was senior to her by two years. It was Sean’s watch that executed the rescue and open defiance. She felt uneasy during the entire proceedings. Sean’s lawyers skillfully maneuvered the Prosecution in admitting that the Admiral had killed innocent personnel and endangered several more. It was strange that the judge dismissed the jury before the closing statements were made, but in GRID law a judge has the authority to excuse the jury if said judge thought the defendant may receive unfair sentencing. It was to everyone’s astounding disbelief that the judge declared that justice had to be served and that a jury decision was not in the interest of justice. The judge went on about the sanctimony of duty and loyalty and trust and honor and responsibility. He went on that even though Robin had first disobeyed the order it was Sean’s act that excused her from the ultimate responsibility of her actions. It was his watch. The courtroom exploded in shouts and exclamations. The judge warned that another outburst would bring a contempt of court to all people identified. The room fell silent. Then the judge went on about Robin and Sean saving lives, but they had also disobeyed an order. Justice had to be served. Because Sean had assumed full responsibility he had to be made the example. So the court ruled that Robin was innocent, under extraordinary circumstances and Sean was guilty, under the same extraordinary circumstances. The courtroom went wild and the contempt of court order fell on many heads. A week later, the judge quietly retired, the day before the Admiral retired. Robin was transferred and Sean was given a month suspension – no pay and that the decision would be a permanent part of his record.
Robin thought about what Loggar said. ‘Admiral Quail has family members in the Most High Goddess.’ That statement alone had more weight and depth than everything Robin could have fathomed in a lifetime. She was saved because she belonged to an Elite group. She was part of a conspiracy.
Several seconds ticked by. Robin’s mind raced, ‘My Goddess! I am part of this.’ “
“Kathy,” Robin started, “Sean hates me.”
Loggar was taken aback. “Really?”
“Really.” Robin’s shoulders dripped. She nodded, “Yes, he hates me because I had distanced myself from him during the trials. And I did. My lawyer told me that it would be in my best interest to not associate myself with him.”
Loggar cursed herself. ‘What had I done?’ It was on Loggar’s word that Robin got away cleanly. To tell Robin or to shut up was the decision now. Her mind raced. ‘If Sean ever found out I would lose him.’ She cleared her throat. “Robin, you mustn’t be too hard on yourself. The Most High Council agreed with the court. Unfortunately, I didn’t know Sean; otherwise I would have tried my best to help him.” And this was true, but during the proceedings Loggar was told that Robin was a Most High member and the other was not. Sean’s name was never mentioned. The Most High takes care of their own; outsiders are left to fend for what they can.
After several seconds of silence Robin said, “I’m sorry to have disturbed you High Goddess... Kathy, I just wanted to know.”
Loggar squeezed Robin in a strong embrace and whispered in her ear, “I care for Sean, believe me, and from now on I will do what I can to make things right.” She then kissed Robin on the cheek and briefly, if a bit firmly, on the lips, pulled away and stared her in the eyes. “Sean will be okay.”
Robin nodded and her eyes welled with tears, but she held them back and told herself that she was not gonna cry. She got up and straightened her uniform.
She said her goodbye and left.
Loggar sat on the couch for a moment, deep in thought. She got up and walked over to the desk. She sat down and pressed the comm. button. “Is this ... Top Deck?”
A disembodied voice replied, “Yes, Ma’am, this is Mr. Devian speaking. How may I help you?”
Loggar smiled. She cleared her throat briefly, “Could you send a message, top priority, standard encryption, multiple addresses?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Just type the message in at your desk console, enter the addresses or names of the individuals to receive the message and tap on the Comm. Deck icon. I’ll get it and give it immediate attention.”
“How long will it take to reach Earth?”
“I’ll have to tight beam it to the nearest beacon, one moment please.”
Loggar held her breath and waited.
“About six hours. Any faster would possibly degrade the signal a bit.”
“Thank you Mr. Devian. Expect my message in a few minutes.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Anything thing else I may be able to help you with?”
“Not at the moment. Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome, Ma’am.” The channeled clicked off.
Loggar sat at the console and tapped the screen a few times. She entered a one-line message and tapped the Comm. Deck icon.
She sat back pleased with herself. She told Robin ‘Sean will be okay.’ She meant it and this was part of it.
Loggar heard an audible beep on the console. She tapped the Comm. Receive button. “Yes?”
“Ma’am, it’s me Mr. Devian. Message has been sent. Would you like me to signal you when a reply comes in?”
Loggar almost giggled, “Yes, please!”
“Very well, Ma’am. I’ll let you know when a reply is waiting in the console Inbox as soon as it comes in. You’ll have to enter you service number to read the message.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Devian. Oh, one last question.”
“Yes?”
“Do you know who Gaia is?”
There was a two second pause, then, “Yes, High Goddess, I do.”
Loggar smiled and tears nearly welled up in her eyes. “Thank you Mr. Devian.”
“You’re welcome, Ma’am.” The channel closed.
Loggar walked to the couch and sat. “Computer? Do you have the transcript to the Admiral Quail, Blakemore, and Spaarin Trial?”
The computer beeped. “Replay of the entire trial or the condensed narrative form?”
“How long are they?”
“The entire trial is 17,283 minutes 37 seconds. The condensed form is 35 minutes.”
“Dim the lights and play the condensed form.”
The lights dimmed and Loggar relaxed on the couch.
The computer read and she listened to it. She smiled to herself thinking that what she did was going to, hopefully, set a few things right.
Within the half hour, the crew had two additional pools circulating.
Happenstance is the blending of circumstances – the occurrences of things happening outside ones control and happenings – things occurring with an unknown purpose. One word or phrase can set into motion a whole orchestra of events. A good example? On the inside of the tank, the fish know nothing except an inwardly bent horizon that is very short and that food mysteriously appears from the surface.
Chapter 11
Robin sat watch on the bridge. She relaxed in so much as she dared. ‘Necron’, the planet, as it was named in the reports was coming within viewing range. “Forward viewer on, maximum magnification, please.” Robin ordered.
“Aye, Ma’am, Maximum magnification.” Mr. Foster said from helm’s position.
‘Necron’ hung silently at the upper right edge of the screen. Mr. Foster adjusted the Johnson’s position to place Necron dead center. It was featureless against a black background.
“Range, Mr. Foster?”
Foster typed briefly on his keypad, “Approximately 600,000,000 kilometers, Captain. Closing in at sub-light 7.”
Dr. Loggar had placed herself in the observer’s seat on the bridge. She held her breath as she witnessed Necron painfully and slowly grow larger.
Robin looked up to Loggar. “Well, Doctor. There it is.”
Loggar nodded, “Yes, there it is.” Then, “Are we in communication range?”
Kirkland spoke out, “Maybe a little too far. We could try it, Captain, and we might get a response if the excavation team has good comm. equipment.”
Robin said, “Well, Doctor Loggar? We’re about another 17 hours away travel time and about half an hour communication lag time?”
“Half-an-hour?”
Robin shrugged, “No GRID points to accelerate communication. We’re on standard TF out here.”
Loggar thought for a second, “Silly of me. I should have known. Could you send then a greeting telling them all is well?”
Robin nodded. “Mr. Kirkland, send my compliments to the Captain of the Lightstar with a greeting to both her and the excavation team.”
Kirkland nodded and started typing on his keypad. He looked up the comm. officer of the Lightstar. It was a fellow class graduate. Kirkland keyed in a personal greeting as well.
Captain of the Johnson sends compliments to the Captain of the Lightstar. Signed Comm. Kirkland.
*** Hey Davis, you on duty now? Kirkland***
“Done Captain.”
Loggar smiled, “Thank you, Captain. I appreciate it.” She got up and walked toward the lift and stopped. “Captain, could I see you some time later on, like after your shift?”
“Six hours fine, Doctor?”
“Yes, perfect” Loggar said as she stepped into lift and disappeared.
Robin thought with trepidation that Loggar was going to tell her something more about the mission, or worst yet, ask her for something that wasn’t completely GRID duty. Robin sank deeper into her chair and looked at Necron. She thought how appropriate the name just might fit the planet. Earlier the Doctor had given her a data tape that revealed a little more information then GRID control had. Loggar had said it was ‘superfluous information that needs to be refined.’ The data that Loggar had allowed Robin to view revealed a map of an area that was previously unknown. The Doctor herself had discovered it days before she left for GRID control. This new location was a room that held a statue in its center. The statue was made of different types of layered metal. Its purpose was unknown at the time she left, but there was a connection between her request for Sean and the possible function of the statue. Necron, the dead, maybe most appropriate, indeed.
