The arrival of an Assault and Suppression Vessel was always a big show, especially when they 'jumped' in. On pure instinctual reaction,<em>Effingham</em>'s radar roared into full force, and began to scan in all directions, painting everything within fifty miles with targeting solutions as her decks opened up to reveal her VLS launchers.<br/><br/>Just then, came a shout of surprise and good cheer from none other than the tanker<em>Abbeydale</em>, as she saw who it was. "Well, paint me green and call me Shelly! Is that you,<em>Ranger</em>? By heck, I haven't seen you in ages!" the supply ship beamed at the familiar face before her. "It's me, Abbey, remember? I came by here a couple of weeks ago to top up your supply depots?"<br/><br/>As<em>Abbey</em>greeted the ASV heartily, a rather sheepish<em>Effingham</em>stood down from combat readiness and sealed up her VLS launchers again. "...Sorry..." she said.