02-15-2025, 04:05 AM
The moment to moment communications log scrolled impossibly quickly as Hallowette had attempted to keep one eye on the mission, yet her primary attention on her duties. After a moment she decided that the log was becoming too distracting - the mission was successful in places, and struggling in others. For someone who was only rudimentally trained in ground combat tactics, it was becoming too much to parse, even with her specialized training in communications to do so.
Ensign's K'Deela and Pearson were injured; neither persons whom she knew particularly well. Still, they were her crewmates, and the empathetic auburn haired hybrid fully felt the weight of their plights in her chest.
"I've found that desperation doesn’t really lead to rational decision. Helm, be prepared to move us a safe distance away if needed." Crawford mentioned in her direction.
Hally's attention snapped back to the job at hand, and she confirmed the Captain's command with a direct, "Aye Sir."
She had noted the possibility of the breach as she had brought the Artemis into position, and in doing so she had made sure to place the axial tilt of the ship in a direction that allowed the shields to absorb the maximum amount of any explosive force directed towards it. With Tyra's urging, she decided a further precaution was warranted, so she began a quiet simulation query - taking into account of the new data they had on received about Klingon freighter and the makeup of the local nebula. After a few short moments she applied the computer's results to an escape course that would theoretically allow the ship to evade most, if not all of a sudden blast. Confident with her work she placed the coordinates into standby, ready to engage at the first sign of trouble.
Resigned that her attention could no longer be split, she minimized the mission feed, and directed her attention on the viewscreen. She certainly couldn't help what was going on in the enemy vessel, but she'd at least ensure that there was a ship for the combat teams to return to.
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Ensign's K'Deela and Pearson were injured; neither persons whom she knew particularly well. Still, they were her crewmates, and the empathetic auburn haired hybrid fully felt the weight of their plights in her chest.
"I've found that desperation doesn’t really lead to rational decision. Helm, be prepared to move us a safe distance away if needed." Crawford mentioned in her direction.
Hally's attention snapped back to the job at hand, and she confirmed the Captain's command with a direct, "Aye Sir."
She had noted the possibility of the breach as she had brought the Artemis into position, and in doing so she had made sure to place the axial tilt of the ship in a direction that allowed the shields to absorb the maximum amount of any explosive force directed towards it. With Tyra's urging, she decided a further precaution was warranted, so she began a quiet simulation query - taking into account of the new data they had on received about Klingon freighter and the makeup of the local nebula. After a few short moments she applied the computer's results to an escape course that would theoretically allow the ship to evade most, if not all of a sudden blast. Confident with her work she placed the coordinates into standby, ready to engage at the first sign of trouble.
Resigned that her attention could no longer be split, she minimized the mission feed, and directed her attention on the viewscreen. She certainly couldn't help what was going on in the enemy vessel, but she'd at least ensure that there was a ship for the combat teams to return to.
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