With  a bit of wrangling Kiri made the possible connections with the Praxus area refineries and arranged the acquisition of the Replon Plates as Admiral Kol had suggested.; it would certainly be more convenient for the Agronev.  It was nearing the dinner hour and she would have to serve the CO and his top officers.  A strange circumstance, but it only kept her nearest those that made high level decisions.  She scoffed at luck and decided it was fate; her mission was  meant to be.<br/><br/>She had picked up her full dress uniform earlier, and changed into it now, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't hear the opening whoosh of the door while she was half undressed.  It's not that she minded the uniform, especially on the other women, but the length - or lack of-  skirt was uncomfortable.  The short hem and knew high boots seemed to do nothing but draw attention to the smooth paleness of her legs.  Standing she tugged the hem down as much as she could manage and slipped the short blue jacket on.  Not too much bric-a-brac for one such as her.  Let others be heroes she thought as she headed toward the officers' dining room.<br/>