04-24-2025, 06:46 AM
== NRC – Flint Chertstone – Tactical Officer ==
Once the Captain sent her message, it took a moment before the approaching ship responded. Flint put that down to their UT translating Federation standard into Wairaran, and then our system translating the Wairaran back into Federation.
[We detect no serious damage to your vessel. You will follow us to the rally point and await instructions.] Before cutting instantly.
At first glance, it looked like the Wairaran captain was also their pilot given the configuration of their bridge. If that was their way, Flint wondered if they had also just insulted them. He was sitting at the helm, but the captain had spoken. Did the Wairarans think they had been addressed by an underling? That's why they were so short with them?
Then they circled the Yeager as if like a potential owner assessing a thoroughbred racehorse before they simply headed back toward their planet without a further by your leave.
“Should I follow them, Captain?” Flint asked. Given they'd already witnessed that death during a race didn't seem to be uncommon. Maybe to these people, an unexplained internal explosion was nothing more than a minor dink to the paintwork and didn't warrant a second thought.
Once the Captain sent her message, it took a moment before the approaching ship responded. Flint put that down to their UT translating Federation standard into Wairaran, and then our system translating the Wairaran back into Federation.
[We detect no serious damage to your vessel. You will follow us to the rally point and await instructions.] Before cutting instantly.
At first glance, it looked like the Wairaran captain was also their pilot given the configuration of their bridge. If that was their way, Flint wondered if they had also just insulted them. He was sitting at the helm, but the captain had spoken. Did the Wairarans think they had been addressed by an underling? That's why they were so short with them?
Then they circled the Yeager as if like a potential owner assessing a thoroughbred racehorse before they simply headed back toward their planet without a further by your leave.
“Should I follow them, Captain?” Flint asked. Given they'd already witnessed that death during a race didn't seem to be uncommon. Maybe to these people, an unexplained internal explosion was nothing more than a minor dink to the paintwork and didn't warrant a second thought.