I have tried a bit of practice at disvritive  writing but it proible needs more sensory detail: She’d been used to a certain way.

She stood against the metal rail waiting to go in; she felt the cold through her clothes; memories came back of when she was a woman of twenty-three, boarding for the first time.

The paintwork on the hull, not fresh and smooth like it had been.

Faded and old, time worn; a ghost of past times. In her mind, she saw her ship the way it had been. ‘Good girl’ she through to herself.

‘Is everything alright?’ A security guard said.

The woman looked blank and sighed.

‘No, and not spoke to a superior in that tone,’ she barked.

‘Sorry, just who are you?’ He said.

The woman looked at the nearby information board and at the security guard.

Looking at the picture on the information board, he got a shock.

‘Your?’

‘Yes, I am, and this ship is mine. Got it, Mutt?’

‘I apologise Fleet Admiral McConnell,’

The guide giving the tour hearing the name stopped dead.

‘Fleet admiral, is there something I can assist you with?’

‘No, No I just need something from my quarters then I shall leave,’

‘You are not permitted,’

‘Young woman, presented to Fleet regulation 249: Article 16: A captain may remove such articles from a ship of the fleet: where such articles are part of an ongoing investigation,’

‘That’s correct fleet admiral, but no such materials left?’

McConnell wiped her face with her hand.

‘Young woman that you are aware of, certain materials related to the Prince at the time had to be withheld, they will not go to the Space Oversight Council and my involvement with this affair shall conclude no unless you wish to have an obstruction of an investigation on you record, and dismissal from the service and criminal charges lay, get out of my way.’

‘Fleet admiral, I know you're aware, but article 115 Sub Article 17 says a security detail must be with you until those materials are handed over.

‘That is correct. Such arrangements are in place.’

Going on board, McConnell's eyes took a moment to adjust and there was a momentary tension on her forehead.

McConnell reached down and touched the metallic grating, it had a slightly rough texture to prevent slipping.

Walking with confidence, she ap porch hallway 16 Beata fifteen more corridors and three flights of stairs to go.