Linebase Deep Space 4, Gamma Tragunnar system.

    "Unidentified craft, please transmit IDent tracer." comes the synthesized voice of the stations AI Urania.

    "Linebase DS4, this is Indepentent transport 'Refuge', IDent attached to this signal. Requesting docking clearance and a medical team. I have wounded aboard from the Chi Proxima disaster." Hope Aesland replies, tapping at the controls and bringing her ship into a safe distance orbit of the station.

    "Confirming IDent tracer, Refuge. You are clear for dock at Bay 3. Medical team is on station and awaiting your arrival. Do you require station-side guidance for docking?" comes the AI's voice, tone shifted into a professional one from the detatched tone it used to start with.

    "Negative station, I have onboard AI support for docking operations, Refuge, if you could handle the finer details."

    "Confirm." comes the simple, androgynous statemen in response.

    "Confirmed Refuge, you're clear all the way in to Bay 3."

    Hope's fingers dance over the controls, turning the sleek yet bulky Type-29 Long Range Shuttle in a nimble little arc to approach the station. "100km... 80km... 60km..." she counts down softly, watching the distance indicator. "Taking Control. Slowing. Beginning final approach." states the sub-persona. Hope lets go of the controls, and leans back in her chair. She sighs, then keys on the internal PA. "Hey everyone, we're coming into dock at Linebase Deep Space 4. They have a medical team on standby... we're almost there, please hold on a little longer." she keys off the PA again, then looks at the station beginning to loom in the forward viewscreen. "It's been a long way forward... but trust in me..." she murmurs softly.