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be last to board the vessel, as was customary for the mission Commander, in order to inspect her charge which was now docked in one of the three main external bays. 
       Utilising one of the station buggy’s she had to admire the sleek lines of the new ship, preferring this relatively new horseshoe shape to the old fashioned cylindrical model that had been phased out of service ten years before, when it was found that they could not stand up to the pressures of the then newly discovered Jameson Law.
       This was the theory that had been formulated fifty years earlier by the great mathematician Marianne Jameson, which, in layman’s terms, stated that space vehicles of a particular volume travelling at a minimum of 25% the speed of light could, in effect, create their own internal gravitational field. But, having no means of propulsion that was capable of such speeds at that time her theory had to wait for almost forty years until the Pulsation drive had been invented.
       There were no external viewing ports to be seen; instead, optical sensors had been built into the fabric of these vessels, with internal screens which gave the illusion that one was looking out through a window along certain points of the vessel. From the bow of the vessel, which was secured inside the station by docking locks, to the double stern, which protruded from the edge of the docking bay out into space for almost half of its length, was a distance of one thousand metres; this being the same distance across the central width of the vessel; with the internal volume of the craft being found to be the optimum in gaining gravitational stability at ultra-high speed.    These were purely space vehicles; their sheer size and weight making it impossible for them to land on any planet that possessed even the lightest of atmosphere.
       As the buggy progressed, silently, along the length towards the rear of the craft, the newly appointed Commander found herself drawn to her earlier discussion with Andretta.
       The idea of the agent’s suspicions disturbed her more than she had at first realised; how had Andretta gained all of this knowledge about the aliens? And why hadn’t she made her move before now by arresting her suspect? Or was she playing some weird kind of cat and mouse game? Pouncing only when she was absolutely certain of her target? She considered confronting the Missions Commander with a view to gaining more information, but immediately dismissed this as a pointless exercise for Andretta would have revealed to him only what she considered necessary; which meant that she (Rachmel) probably knew more about the Agent’s true mission than he did.
       With the inspection completed, Rachmel returned into the station to pick up her belongings and then she boarded her new command.
     
    Once aboard, Rachmel made her way to the Commanders’ quarters to receive logistical instructions. Upon reaching the quarters she placed her hand onto the entry recognition cover that was situated on the bulkhead at the side of the doorway.
       The soft, androgynous voice greeted her. “Welcome Commander” as the door immediately slid open whisper-silent and closed equally as silently behind her once she had entered. 
      All accommodations in these vessels were octagonal in shape and seemingly empty, being furnished only upon demand.
       Standing in the centre of the room she requested “Work station please.”
       The item appeared from the bulkhead opposite the door, with the Holo-link already in place on the desk and awaiting her arrival. Sitting at the station Rachmel placed her hand on the recognition pad and the holo-link responded immediately.
       “Identification is acknowledged Commander Rachmel. I am Mainframe Awareance and Integrated Life Support System Control: I am commonly referred to as MAC: I am programmed specifically for this mission and can only be re-programmed by you, the mission Commander: should life terminate for