>"Steven," he said into the headpiece, "our friends are going to be here >soon, and >they apparently will not be amused by our presumption. Wrap up what >you're doing - >evac in five minutes." Steven heard Nash's orders and swore softly in what sounded like a combination of Klingon and Mandarin Chinese. The only people who would have understood it would probably have been either his friends or his sister, Amira. "Understood, Mr. Nash (ooc: since he hasn't been given permission yet to call him by his first name... AND I'm like this in real life anyway...). Any instructions before we prepare to be evacuated?" (OOC: Was that only in the "deleted" part that Nash asked him to call him Michael? If so, I apologize. Mike would want him to call him by his first name. and he'd not be presumptuous enough to call Steven by his first until he'd done so) "Be sure everyone's safe - don't let anyone run off on a goose chase, doing something heroic. We need all our people." "Mr. Nash has just given us the order to be evacuated. Apparently, the Ramesar are more than a little annoyed at the fact that we entered their territory... and they don't know we're down here. The sooner we get out of here, the better. Do what you can and what is necessary in the next three minutes." **** Before they could return to their conversation the XO cut in. "Admiral Bedru, Inspector Nash. I just got word from tactical on the bridge, that long range sensors have picked up two ships inbound at warp 6.2. Tactical also reports that it appears to be a pair of Ramesar war ships, roughly equivilant to frigates. They should be able full sensor range in 5 minutes and in firing range in 12." "Dammit. Steven, you have three minutes," he said. He looked to the liason officer. "Have the transporter people lock and hold on every one of our people now. When I give the order, beam them out. How many pads do we have available?" he asked. "Four our ten people, can we get them out in one or two cycles?"
