YE/D01 - Bridge

[Peter Jensen]

Once he found out that the time had gotten even shorter, Peter only barely managed to stop himself cursing out loud, as he took a deep breath before tapping his badge again:

"Jensen to Cargo Bay. Strike that, you now have less than 10 minutes before our unwelcome visitors appear. Get it done in 8", he ordered, then tapped again:

"Jensen to Braggins. Captain, the Cardassians have picked up speed. They'll be here in less than 10 minutes. I've told Cargo Bay to get a move on. What's the delay on your end?", he asked, maybe a bit too brusquely, but time was running out.


Finally he looked around at the bridge crew.

"We're going to operate under the assumption that the Cardassians will get here before we can finish, just to plan for the worst, though we still hope for the best. I'm going to try to talk them down. If I can't do that, and they decide to throw their weight around, I want options that don't involve ramming them. Because that option is on the table as the very last resort.
I'm not going to let this ship, and even more importantly: It's crew, get captured by the Cardassians. So. Tactical options.", he announced as coolly as he could, feeling his heart racing.

[T'Lari]

Ramming?

T'Lari was puzzled for a moment, unsure of whether Jensen was joking. Humans sometimes picked the oddest times to make light of a situation. But this wasn't one of those times, and the Commander was serious about not letting the ship fall into Cardassian hands. Given their treatment of prisoners that was probably wise. She'd read the reports of the survivors of the Callisto that the Philly had managed to save.

The half-Vulcan considered. The Os'rusa was fast at warp, but that didn't necessarily translate to impulse speed. Or at least, if it did, they might still be able to pull off a surprise.

"Sir, we could move to the other side of the planet, serve as a distraction while the away team finishes their preparations. Use the planet's mass to shield the Franklin from detection. Given Cardassian psychology they will most likely go after the obvious threat, the Federation starship, and not the derelict ship operating on minimal power, assuming they even detect it at all. Maintain a fast orbit that will take us back into transporter range."

She considered for a moment. "If you can keep them talking long enough to get back around we can beam the away team and survivors aboard and jump to slipstream before they can react. Perhaps we can make a show of scanning the other side of the planet as if searching for something. I believe that it is best to mix in some truth with lies. We are, after all, here to rescue survivors. We don't have to tell them we've already found what we're looking for."

T'Lari's rough early upbringing on a Romulan mining colony did give her an advantage over most Vulcans. She understood deception well, not just as an intellectual puzzle but how to use it. The Romulans were masters of it, and although she had been young when she and her mother had escaped some had rubbed off on her. Give the Cardassians some bait. Behave as they expected, at least until it was time to (as the humans put it) "run like hell."

== GM Input: What level of warp speed is the Os'rusa showing? And can T'Lari determine anything about the other ship? Speed, course, anything like that? ==

[Theresa Black]

Entering into the lower orbit, the Yeager aligned with the Franklin, and observing the modifications that T'Lari was making to the shields, Black began the extension of the bubble around the significantly older ship.

A new bleeping sound caused her to look away from her task to now see that the Cardassians had accelerated and were now only ten minutes out.

The Commander began reissuing orders across the ship to update the rest of the crew of the ever shortening timeline they were facing. She glanced back at the status for the slipstream system. It was still compiling its diagnosis as to whether it was ready to be engaged or not yet. She willed it to go faster.

T'Lari spoke next. Her plan to put themselves on the opposite side of the planet had merit. But she also suspected that since the Cardassians were heading straight for them, and if we'd ween them, they had obviously seen us first, and if they're only ten out, they would have seen the Franklin too.

To abandon the DY-150 and play naive of it might have worked if they weren't already on top of it, or an hour ago. Options were slim.

An idea hit her. It was as ever a risky one, but if it worked, and things somehow went better than they already were currently going, and somehow they made it out of this situation alive...

Black turned to Jensen. “Sir, assuming that this ship was heading for this planet to begin with, Right? Even though they're in stasis, they obviously planned to get down to the surface somehow.”

She paused to give him a chance to offer his thoughts before she continued with her hair brained idea.

“Instead of trying to pull the Franklin to a higher orbit, hows about we takes them down to the surface? If the hull breaches out here everyone on its dead. But if we throws and much power as we can into our shields, and gets them onto the surface, when their power fails or the hull cracks, at least they'll still have air and a planet. Once we do that, then we can come back up here and play nicely with them fucking Cardassians.” Then she added as she realised her mouth had out run her brain. “Sorry.”


== Tags all around, and remember. This weeks crazy idea was brought to you by the letters L & T, and colour of desperation... ==

[Jennifer Braggins]

==CO-GM==

[Braggins to Yeager. Beam the Away Team and every cryopod to the Cargo Bay, now! Have Security and Medical on standby.]

An alert on the Ops console indicated that whoever was operating the transporters had already begun the sequence, and that Captain Braggins was one of the first to materialise.

[Kal-Geal Beinn]

A call came in from the cargo bay,

[Beinn to Bridge. If we go into battle, I would recommend switching the cargo bay's power grid supply to the auxiliary fusion generator on deck six to reduce the chances of an EPS power surge taking out the delicate power distribution grid we've set up. That should free up more warp power, and reduce harmonic interference in the power governors that are attached to the cryopods.]

[Jennifer Braggins]

The doors to the Bridge opened with a hiss and Jenny stepped purposefully out into the Yeager's command area, still wearing the gear she had taken to the Franklin and with the respirator mask still dangling round her neck. Though she doubted the mask would be needed, if they were unable to escape the Os'rusa in time, the holstered Phaser and knife would be crucial for fending off any Cardassians who tried to storm the Bridge.

"Theresa, prepare to break orbit. Take us around the planet so we're on the opposite side when the Os'rusa arrives. T'Lari, I want options for scuttling the Franklin quickly but without letting the Cardassians know we're here. If Lieutenant Hydish's modifications are still holding up we might be able to bluff our way out, and I'd like us to maintain that facade for as long as we can."

Pulling the mask off over her head and tossing it onto the bench next to her seat, Jenny dropped heavily into it and consulted the console between her chair and Jensen's. Quickly updating herself on what the Yeager had discovered, her eyes narrowed. Intelligence had suspected the Cardassians were building something big, but they hadn't been able to get verifiable proof. It seemed that by mere chance, Jensen and the Yeager crew had discovered it while Jenny was playing historian.

"Peter, have you forwarded these readings to Starfleet Intelligence?"

As Jenny kept scrolling, her eyes continued to narrow.

"Whatever that thing is, it's bigger than anything I've seen in Cardassian service. And I bet our rapidly approaching friend doesn't want us getting an even better look."

[Peter Jensen]

When Beinn's voice came through, Peter tapped his badge.

"Jensen here. If Engineering says go, then go", he said. He wouldn't pretend to understand the technical intricacies of what was being suggested, but had faith that if Hydish had signed off on it, it couldn't be that bad of an idea. And they needed the extra power.

He had barely had enough time to get those words past his lips before the door opened and Braggins entered. Peter got out of the central chair.

"Captain on the Bridge", he called, but didn't wait for further formalities before he headed to his own seat.

"No", he answered her question. "The risk of the Cardassians picking up on our transmissions is slight, but not zero. So until we were discovered", he gestured to the data indicating the approach of the Os'runa, "I thought it better to maintain radio silence. And since our discovery, I thought it best to focus every available bit of power on the cargo bay project, and our defensive systems in case we need it. I had ordered a message prepared to send to the Fleet in case the Cardassians engage us", he elaborated as he took his seat and logged into his console, "which I'd intended to use to get the Cardassians to leave us alone. Basically "Engage us, and you'll set the galaxy ablaze. Just let us pick up our people and leave" was the plan", he said with a slight sigh, mentally bracing for what her reaction would be. He honestly didn't know, and that worried him somewhat. He'd served with her for quite some time now, and still didn't truly feel like he understood her. Certainly not the way Spock had understood Kirk, or Riker Picard.

== Taggity! ==

[Theresa Black]

Before the Commander could respond to either of T'Lari's or Blacks proposals, tow things happened in quick succession. The Captain and the ships CMO both contacted the bridge with pertinent information.

IT was only when the Captain reappeared on the bridge an couple of minutes later that things began really swinging into action.

“ Aye, Ma'am.” Replied Black at her new orders to break their current synchronous orbit with the Franklin, and to redeploy their position to the far side of the planet. This was essentially what T'Lari had put forward already.

While the Captain and the Commander spoke to each other and issued other orders, Black had a concern that their attempt to hide, might not be too successful if the Caprdassian had anyone above the rank of halfwit manning their sensors, it would be obvious from the Yeager having been so low in the atmosphere now that eddies in the air currents from the proximity and movement of such a large vessel would easily stand out like a sore thumb and give away both their presence and most likely location even before the Os'runa entered parking orbit.

But she dutiful followed her orders and awaited more.

[T'Lari]

Captain Braggins entered the Bridge, still wearing her away team gear... including a phaser. Though T'Lari wasn't prone to deja vu, she was reminded of her brief time on the Philadelphia. It seemed like this crew was eternally fated to face possible boarding by Cardassians.

"Theresa, prepare to break orbit. Take us around the planet so we're on the opposite side when the Os'rusa arrives. T'Lari, I want options for scuttling the Franklin quickly but without letting the Cardassians know we're here. If Lieutenant Hydish's modifications are still holding up we might be able to bluff our way out, and I'd like us to maintain that facade for as long as we can."

T'Lari considered. There weren't a lot of good options. A slight shove with the tractor beam on low power would be enough. With their close range to the Franklin and the state of the ship it would take very little effort to get the ship to start breaking apart. When they had arrived the concern had been how to NOT accidentally turn it into scrap with their tractor beam. The Lord Franklin was an eggshell, barely holding together, and it didn't have long regardless.

"Captain, I recommend we do what we were trying to avoid when we arrived. Even on low setting our tractor beam will slow the ship and start its breakup. At 5.3% the tractor would be sufficient, and the energy output would be minimal and brief. If we concentrate the beam on the aft section the ship will begin a spin, quickening the process significantly. We are also close enough to give the ship a push with our hull, but that would take more time. Hull damage to the Yeager would be negligible."

We don't know whether the Cardassian sensors have been upgraded along with the engines. There are too many unknown factors to make any assumptions.

T'Lari was genuinely curious about the state of Cardassian technology. Had they been integrating Dominion systems into their warships? It was unlikely that they had more than minimal contact with their former 'Allies' (really, masters) in the years since the Dominion War. The advanced Dominion technology, though... they had all the plans and numerous derelict vessels. Had they spent the years since upgrading their fleets? The half-Vulcan was missing something, she knew. But the 'freighter' they'd battled on the Philly had used Dominion weapons, and the speed of the approaching Os'rusa was more indicative of that advanced technology.

But the Alliasar/Grumman report after the war stated that Cardassian spaceframes were incompatible with Dominion engine technology, that there could be minor improvements but warp travel at those high speeds would cause hull damage. Perhaps the authors underestimated the Cardassian drive to advance. We are missing some crucial information, but this shows a growing problem for the Federation.

T'Lari wasn't any more fond of those 'unknown factors' than any other Vulcan, despite her upbringing. And they weren't likely to get a scan in on the Os'rusa, either. She activated the required tractor beam settings and put the system on standby, ready to activate if the Captain went with her plan. She was confident Black could easily handle the more physical shove if Braggins decided on that.

== Tags ==

[Arwen Qi]

Qi followed Braggins onto the Bridge, marching straight to his station. The failing atmosphere aboard the Lord Franklin had left his brain foggy. He gripped the sides of his console to focus. Then, he heard something that forced him to attention: the Cardassians were on their way, and the captain was prepared to scuttle the Lord Franklin in order to secure their escape.

“The Franklin is a piece of history! We can’t just crack it open like a bad soufflé. Don’t get me wrong: I’ll do it myself if the alternative is war, but let’s explore our options.”

Qi racked his brain, searching for something, anything that he could try.

“If the Cardassians are keeping something secret out here, then we have some leverage that we can use. If we redirect our probe to fly toward Federation HQ, they won’t attack until they find out what we know and who we told. We can send an encoded information packet to it, just to get their attention. I have a collection of Klingon love poems that are probably a convincing size.

"There’s plenty of salvaged Federation material along the border, so they might even be paranoid enough to think that we have backup ships hiding in Talarian space.”

They didn’t have much to work with, but details were everything in constructing a bluff. The audience had to think they were seeing behind the curtain, but the real performance was taking place backstage.

== Tags

GM: Do we still have contact with the probe that we released at the border? ==

[Jennifer Braggins]

Jenny listened intently as her officers gave her options and responded to their orders; that the intelligence about whatever the Yeager had detected hadn't been immediately forwarded to Starfleet Intelligence was disappointing, but Jensen hadn't been made privy to the concerns being raised by fleet command, and keeping the ship hidden was his main concern. While Hydish might have made the Yeager look like a civilian survey ship, scrap merchant or smuggler, that disguise would quickly fade if it started transmitting on Starfleet channels. On the other hand, Cardassians weren't exactly known for their restraint when they thought someone was interloping, and it was just as likely that they'd come in firing.

“The Franklin is a piece of history! We can’t just crack it open like a bad soufflé. Don’t get me wrong: I’ll do it myself if the alternative is war, but let’s explore our options.”

Jenny had expected someone to take umbrage with her orders, but she hadn't been certain it would be her new Chief Science Officer. With a sigh, she fished a cigarette from her inside pocket and fumbled with the lighter as he continued to speak. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't a terrible plan, but there was a lot riding on the Cardassians playing it safe. On the other hand, getting the information out was of paramount importance, especially if the Yeager herself wasn't able to get away cleanly; what they had discovered so far, accidental or not, needed to be reported. Exhaling a cloud of smoke through her nostrils, Jenny made up her mind.

"Arwen, download everything we have on the Os'rusa and Commander Jensen's sensor contact. Prepare it for transmission to our probe, forwarding to Starfleet Command for special attention to Starfleet Intelligence and Starfleet Tactical. Append the following to the header: Operation Bismarck. Understood?"

Shifting slightly in her chair, Jenny drummed on her armrests. If she acted too cautiously, the Os'rusa would be on them and they'd be stuck. If she acted too rashly, they'd give their position away and be in a similar situation. Though this wasn't quite the Kobayashi Maru scenario, it wasn't far off, especially now that she had a hundred or so frozen civilians in her Cargo Bays.

"T'Lari, we'll take the Franklin with us for now; we should probably attempt to salvage her even if just to make her a museum. But the moment it looks like the Os'rusa knows we're here, I want you to drop the Franklin into the atmosphere. Nothing fancy, just enough that she burns up. We might even convince the Cardassians that it was us."

[GM-01]

==Qi==

Both probes were still within range. The probe heading deeper into Talarian territory was starting to analyse the energy signature it had detected. The probe continuing down the border pretending to be the Yeager was gradually moving towards the limits of transmission range.