With a flare of thrusters Bolton's ship arced over in a stately trajectory, rolling in a dangerous yet graceful maneuver, matching orbits with the big ship perfectly. She bumped lightly into the docking collar and was secured. Within a few minutes Bolton was in the synchronized lift that carried him down into one of the spinning centrifuge cylinders deep within the bowels of the 704. Captain Siefert and the caretaker were waiting at the doors to the lift that was bringing him down.
Bolton. Iron balls Bolton himself. The Captain found it very hard to believe, but the order packet on time lock in her comp had been quite specific. Old Bolton was in command of this operation and the Captain and her crew was under his orders -- the codes had all been correct.