05-21-2025, 05:49 PM
== NRC – Flint Chertstone – Tactical Officer ==
The map the Wairaran's had supplied had been uploaded, after being scanned for anything that could be considered potentially malware, into the Yeager navigational systems.
It was a three dimensional nightmare at best, encompassing tight turns, asteroids, and numerous anomalies and unclassified space born debris.
The time on the countdown was getting less. Flint was keeping his calm as best he could while he prepared, though if anyone from the medical department scanned him, they'd likely remove him from duty for his blood pressure alone.
Behind him, he heard the Captain call for Tomer to attend. It didn't take long for the toe-rag to begin the big 'I am' he'd been during the initial briefing meeting. Flint pitied him. What kind of insecure person lets their ego fly in the face of authority like that? He mused briefly.
The Captain gave some more orders including, "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 kilometres."
Flint was already thinking that same course, but he was going to shave even more distance off of that turn by using a...
“Captain,” Began the Science officer from the rear of the bridge. “We might be able to use our tractor beam on that comet to pick up speed as we round the corner. We might be pulled a little close for comfort, though.”
Flint smiled and nodded. That would be T'Lari's job.
Then Tomer threw more toys out of his pram. "How dare you?! I am a representative of the Federation Diplomatic Corps! This is my mission, and you and your uniformed lackeys will do as you're told! Now get in contact with the Wairara and tell them to prepare for my arrival!"
There were seconds to go. Flint was almost in the zone in his head, but the constant bickering behind him he said out loud, but in a tone that was a mixture of annoyance and humour; “If you kids don't stop bickering, I'm going to turn this car around, and we can all go home. Okay.”
That obviously wasn't about to happen as five seconds later, the tone of the countdown changed, and the lights turned green. The race was on.
Instantly the Wairaran were moving. Pulling away nanoseconds before Flint had even tapped the go button. The Os'rusa also pulling away as sluggishly as the Yeager, but not for long.
Proverbially dropping the clutch, the Yeager went from zero to just over half impulse faster than anything that big had any right doing.
The damage to the lower hull didn't help, and parts of the ship shook as the inertial dampening field strained to compensate for the rapid acceleration. Those sitting on the bridge would have felt the effect of being forced into their seats. Anyone stupid enough to have been standing on the bridge wouldn't have been for long, until the systems found their equilibrium and settled out.
On the screen ahead, the comet was approaching fast, and some of the Wairaran's were already making their turns.
== Okay, don't know if the Cardassian is actually slightly ahead of us or behind us right now. Usually when driving, I like to keep the idiots in front of me so I can see what they're doing. But in this case I want them to be reading the bumper sticker that says, [we break for no one!]
So we're approaching turn one. Over to Billy McKloski and Murry Walker in the comentary box... ==
The map the Wairaran's had supplied had been uploaded, after being scanned for anything that could be considered potentially malware, into the Yeager navigational systems.
It was a three dimensional nightmare at best, encompassing tight turns, asteroids, and numerous anomalies and unclassified space born debris.
The time on the countdown was getting less. Flint was keeping his calm as best he could while he prepared, though if anyone from the medical department scanned him, they'd likely remove him from duty for his blood pressure alone.
Behind him, he heard the Captain call for Tomer to attend. It didn't take long for the toe-rag to begin the big 'I am' he'd been during the initial briefing meeting. Flint pitied him. What kind of insecure person lets their ego fly in the face of authority like that? He mused briefly.
The Captain gave some more orders including, "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 kilometres."
Flint was already thinking that same course, but he was going to shave even more distance off of that turn by using a...
“Captain,” Began the Science officer from the rear of the bridge. “We might be able to use our tractor beam on that comet to pick up speed as we round the corner. We might be pulled a little close for comfort, though.”
Flint smiled and nodded. That would be T'Lari's job.
Then Tomer threw more toys out of his pram. "How dare you?! I am a representative of the Federation Diplomatic Corps! This is my mission, and you and your uniformed lackeys will do as you're told! Now get in contact with the Wairara and tell them to prepare for my arrival!"
There were seconds to go. Flint was almost in the zone in his head, but the constant bickering behind him he said out loud, but in a tone that was a mixture of annoyance and humour; “If you kids don't stop bickering, I'm going to turn this car around, and we can all go home. Okay.”
That obviously wasn't about to happen as five seconds later, the tone of the countdown changed, and the lights turned green. The race was on.
Instantly the Wairaran were moving. Pulling away nanoseconds before Flint had even tapped the go button. The Os'rusa also pulling away as sluggishly as the Yeager, but not for long.
Proverbially dropping the clutch, the Yeager went from zero to just over half impulse faster than anything that big had any right doing.
The damage to the lower hull didn't help, and parts of the ship shook as the inertial dampening field strained to compensate for the rapid acceleration. Those sitting on the bridge would have felt the effect of being forced into their seats. Anyone stupid enough to have been standing on the bridge wouldn't have been for long, until the systems found their equilibrium and settled out.
On the screen ahead, the comet was approaching fast, and some of the Wairaran's were already making their turns.
== Okay, don't know if the Cardassian is actually slightly ahead of us or behind us right now. Usually when driving, I like to keep the idiots in front of me so I can see what they're doing. But in this case I want them to be reading the bumper sticker that says, [we break for no one!]
So we're approaching turn one. Over to Billy McKloski and Murry Walker in the comentary box... ==