05-19-2025, 05:32 PM
Jenny downloaded a copy of the map to her terminal for navigation purposes; good as Chertstone might be (which was still nowhere as good as he thought he was), he was still going to need to focus on actually flying the ship and dodging spatial anomalies and other racers. The computer would help, but in Jenny's experience, it was the anomalies the computer didn't detect quickly that killed you.
Like a Krynar ship appearing in front of the Ticonderoga and ripping her apart...
The appearance and attitude of Tomer only added to her rapidly darkening mood. They'd been suckered into the race by circumstance, and here he was acting like that was a good thing. His apology was as false as his smile, and for a moment Jenny considered just how much trouble she would be in if she broke his jaw then and there.
He's not worth it, and his political connections will make my life hell...
Jensen arrived back on the Bridge almost simultaneously, causing Jenny to quirk a silent eyebrow. Surely he hadn't had enough time to complete his investigation? He certainly didn't look like he was here to make a report. His comment about Tomer being in his chair did bring a faint smirk to Jenny's lips, but only barely.
"Unfortunately, Mister Tomer, it already looks as though the race is about to start. We've not been given coordinates for transport, and the Cardassian presence here makes it more important that we make a good impression by following Wairaran customs. Furthermkre, from what we know of the Wairara, they probably wouldn't accept a delegation until after the race anyway. Especially if the only pilot among them was a washout."
Jenny let that sentence hang in the air, audible to everyone on the Bridge who had been paying any attention.
"I believe that means your presence is no longer required. Might I recommend enjoying the race from your quarters?"
Moving away from the irritating diplomat, Jenny looked back up at Jensen.
"I want you to command the investigation into the explosion. Shanghai anyone you need to help you, but I need to know if this was an accident or not, and whether we can expect more as we go."
While she waited for those words to sink in and Jensen to attend to his duties, Jenny went back to the task at hand - winning the race and making this a successful first contact.
"Helm, full impulse when the light goes green. Course zero-three-zero mark one-five. Then prepare for a ninety degree turn to port around the comet; we have to come within four thousand kilometers."
Like a Krynar ship appearing in front of the Ticonderoga and ripping her apart...
The appearance and attitude of Tomer only added to her rapidly darkening mood. They'd been suckered into the race by circumstance, and here he was acting like that was a good thing. His apology was as false as his smile, and for a moment Jenny considered just how much trouble she would be in if she broke his jaw then and there.
He's not worth it, and his political connections will make my life hell...
Jensen arrived back on the Bridge almost simultaneously, causing Jenny to quirk a silent eyebrow. Surely he hadn't had enough time to complete his investigation? He certainly didn't look like he was here to make a report. His comment about Tomer being in his chair did bring a faint smirk to Jenny's lips, but only barely.
"Unfortunately, Mister Tomer, it already looks as though the race is about to start. We've not been given coordinates for transport, and the Cardassian presence here makes it more important that we make a good impression by following Wairaran customs. Furthermkre, from what we know of the Wairara, they probably wouldn't accept a delegation until after the race anyway. Especially if the only pilot among them was a washout."
Jenny let that sentence hang in the air, audible to everyone on the Bridge who had been paying any attention.
"I believe that means your presence is no longer required. Might I recommend enjoying the race from your quarters?"
Moving away from the irritating diplomat, Jenny looked back up at Jensen.
"I want you to command the investigation into the explosion. Shanghai anyone you need to help you, but I need to know if this was an accident or not, and whether we can expect more as we go."
While she waited for those words to sink in and Jensen to attend to his duties, Jenny went back to the task at hand - winning the race and making this a successful first contact.
"Helm, full impulse when the light goes green. Course zero-three-zero mark one-five. Then prepare for a ninety degree turn to port around the comet; we have to come within four thousand kilometers."