"ItÕs time," Bolton and JB nodded to each other as they prepared to disembark from the shuttle. Both were extremely pissed. It seemed the Commander of Dogstar thought he could refuse service to the 704, despite the priority codes that they had transmitted and transmitted again. Talking to the man on Com had been fruitless.
"I got a higher priority due in here any day," he had said. "A ship the size of that thingÕll drain our tanks dry."
"Well now, we canÕt have that, can we?" Bolton had asked sarcastically, which was lost on the man.
"Then you understand," the Commander had said. "I mean, IÕm talking a scheduled priority here, a Survey runner. This ... this is unprecedented, you showing up here with an old Battle Platform. Your codes are OK, but they say youÕre on a training mission. I donÕt know what the hell IÕm supposed to make of this. If I donÕt have full tanks for the priority IÕve got coming in, itÕs my ass."