Captain Kris Fielding stood erect, and tall at the Vice admirals right hand side.  When the large tank of a man came into sight, she glanced at him for a split second before once again looking straight ahead.  She had heard many stories about the Admiral, he had been in his fair share of battles, more so than most officers that she had met in the past.  In fact, almost every battle she heard details about, mentioned this man at least once, and if she where to be honest with herself, she was a bit in awe of him.<br/><br/>Her own war record was less impressive, but than again she wasn't as driven as she had heard he was.  Next to him she felt less of an officer and in compensation her back stiffened even more.  She had gone to great lengths with her uniform before being summoned for his arrive.  Her boots where as polished as they could be, her beret worn to regulations, her blouse and jacket was neatly ironed and her skirt...well her skirt was worn appropriately, although she wished they would just lengthen the damn thing so that it covered more than the bare essentials.  Yes she was sure that there was nothing wrong with her appearance, but still she felt like at any moment she would be reprimanded for some forgotten detail.<br/><br/>When the Admiral got close enough for them to see the details on his jacket buttons, she raised her hand sharply for her salute.  When he saluted back she was able to bring her hand down and go back to standing still and erect.<br/><br/>"Admiral Kol, Requesting permission to board the TDN Agronev, and proceed with change of command."<br/><br/>She didn't move so much as an inch when his voice broke over the silence, but remained in her place, awaiting for the vice admiral to speak next.