06-23-2025, 02:04 AM
It had likely surprised no one when Tyra has insisted on being among the last group transporting back to Artemis with Nathan in tow -- she assumed he'd remained in her shadow out of a not unfounded concern she'd take a more active role in the freighter's destruction. And under different circumstances, it probably would have been a very justified concern.
Instead, she'd sent him to change into something a little less smelly moments after materializing, just in time for her to get shanghaied by Cera and a crisis of a different variety. Fortunately, the diminutive blonde had come bearing coffee as an apology for the added headache, which Tyra greedily sipped as she hurried into the nearest lift a good ten minutes later.
There was the slightest grumble and sigh as she felt the lift slow ahead of Deck 1 but she used a mouthful of coffee to hide her impatience as the lift had slowed to allow an additional passenger. The impatience was short lived as Nathan had stepped into the lift and she'd offered a smile and a well placed quip regarding his improved appearance as the lift had resumed it's climb to the bridge.
She didn't bother hiding the slight fidget in her posture, the clear indication of her impatience with the speed of the lift. It wasn't something that would usually bother her but everything seemed to be just another poke or prod to her very frayed nerves. For the upteenth time, she wondered if Bill hadn't been wrong about her and where she needed to be.
It was as that somber thought was circling that the lift doors opened onto a bridge that was a little more crowded than usual. What were two more people?
"--all chargepak signals strong and awaiting the detonation code."
Her blue eyes immediately moved to the view screen, even as her feet took her to the railing behind the advisor's chair with the assumption that Nathan was behind her. The restless impatience seemed to grow as the view remained unchanged as the seconds seemed to drag by.
Her gaze was just about to shift to Calleja with a questioning eyebrow raise when the first charge detonated with an anti-climatic thunk.
In her many years of service, she has witnessed a great many ships' destruction, both friend and for, but there was still something awesome inspiring yet dread filled about each instance. This time, she didn't need to imagine the last moments of the damned souls on board, which lifted some of the weight, but it was no less magnificent in its violence. It was a magnificence the QoH likely hadn't deserved given its purpose but that didn't seem to change anything.
"Sensors report total destruction Sir," helms reported. "Laying in a course to follow the probe's path Sir, best speed."
Her eyes stayed on the screen for a moment longer before she began moving. She crossed behind Calleja, patting the taller woman on the shoulder as she went.
"Good work, Mara. And you too, Midshipman," she raised her voice on the end so that her words would carry to helms before she continued her progress towards her chair.
She nodded to her first officer as she came to a stop in front of her chair.
"So much for a simple prototype test," she mumbled with a wry tone. "We found a stowaway, a traffic ring and hopefully soon, their home base."
She surveyed the bridge once more. Givens had tucked herself into the away team ops station, which seemed to be where she preferred to be. For someone with command experience, she seemed entirely unwilling to set foot on the command deck but the redhead supposed that likely came from her background. In this instance, it worked to Tyra's benefits as they now had a displaced officer to accommodate, one Tyra didn't want out of her sight in the short term.
"Ramius," she called out with the tone that was just one step under the one that demanded outright obedience. Instead of saying anything else, she motioned to the empty mission advisor seat to her left.
Then, she settled into her own seat to watch their progress into the nebula, taking a few minutes to bring Jolann up to speed on what they'd discovered on the freighter in hushed whispers. She wouldn't say she had necessarily warmed up to the Denobulan but he had done nothing to earn anything but cooperation from her.
"Commander, we appear to be in the center of the nebula - a white dwarf system. Telemetry scans show a single small planet...class M? Uhm, also sir, there appear to be active weapon platforms online protecting the world and the star itself. I'm withholding scans of the hardware until your order Sir," reported Maxas-Darl.
"That's what it looks like: The probes have been able to identify that it's a small rocky world, with some open water sources scattered across the surface and home to small oases of life. Further still, there appears to be a small colony on one of those oases, with several lifesigns detected," Aeryn echoed.
"Can we determine specifics on the life forms? And any specifications on the weapons platforms?"
Tyra had inched forward on her chair as of a few more inches closer to the screen would give her answers.
Who knows about this planet?
The Maquis has used this nebula as an operations arena during the war. Had Maquis survived the war hidden within the nebula? Was this a hidden Cardassian base? The very basis of Starfleet's concern for this nebula and the reason they'd been testing the enhanced probes.
"Any signs of vessels in orbit of the planet? Or other installations?"
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Instead, she'd sent him to change into something a little less smelly moments after materializing, just in time for her to get shanghaied by Cera and a crisis of a different variety. Fortunately, the diminutive blonde had come bearing coffee as an apology for the added headache, which Tyra greedily sipped as she hurried into the nearest lift a good ten minutes later.
There was the slightest grumble and sigh as she felt the lift slow ahead of Deck 1 but she used a mouthful of coffee to hide her impatience as the lift had slowed to allow an additional passenger. The impatience was short lived as Nathan had stepped into the lift and she'd offered a smile and a well placed quip regarding his improved appearance as the lift had resumed it's climb to the bridge.
She didn't bother hiding the slight fidget in her posture, the clear indication of her impatience with the speed of the lift. It wasn't something that would usually bother her but everything seemed to be just another poke or prod to her very frayed nerves. For the upteenth time, she wondered if Bill hadn't been wrong about her and where she needed to be.
It was as that somber thought was circling that the lift doors opened onto a bridge that was a little more crowded than usual. What were two more people?
"--all chargepak signals strong and awaiting the detonation code."
Her blue eyes immediately moved to the view screen, even as her feet took her to the railing behind the advisor's chair with the assumption that Nathan was behind her. The restless impatience seemed to grow as the view remained unchanged as the seconds seemed to drag by.
Her gaze was just about to shift to Calleja with a questioning eyebrow raise when the first charge detonated with an anti-climatic thunk.
In her many years of service, she has witnessed a great many ships' destruction, both friend and for, but there was still something awesome inspiring yet dread filled about each instance. This time, she didn't need to imagine the last moments of the damned souls on board, which lifted some of the weight, but it was no less magnificent in its violence. It was a magnificence the QoH likely hadn't deserved given its purpose but that didn't seem to change anything.
"Sensors report total destruction Sir," helms reported. "Laying in a course to follow the probe's path Sir, best speed."
Her eyes stayed on the screen for a moment longer before she began moving. She crossed behind Calleja, patting the taller woman on the shoulder as she went.
"Good work, Mara. And you too, Midshipman," she raised her voice on the end so that her words would carry to helms before she continued her progress towards her chair.
She nodded to her first officer as she came to a stop in front of her chair.
"So much for a simple prototype test," she mumbled with a wry tone. "We found a stowaway, a traffic ring and hopefully soon, their home base."
She surveyed the bridge once more. Givens had tucked herself into the away team ops station, which seemed to be where she preferred to be. For someone with command experience, she seemed entirely unwilling to set foot on the command deck but the redhead supposed that likely came from her background. In this instance, it worked to Tyra's benefits as they now had a displaced officer to accommodate, one Tyra didn't want out of her sight in the short term.
"Ramius," she called out with the tone that was just one step under the one that demanded outright obedience. Instead of saying anything else, she motioned to the empty mission advisor seat to her left.
Then, she settled into her own seat to watch their progress into the nebula, taking a few minutes to bring Jolann up to speed on what they'd discovered on the freighter in hushed whispers. She wouldn't say she had necessarily warmed up to the Denobulan but he had done nothing to earn anything but cooperation from her.
"Commander, we appear to be in the center of the nebula - a white dwarf system. Telemetry scans show a single small planet...class M? Uhm, also sir, there appear to be active weapon platforms online protecting the world and the star itself. I'm withholding scans of the hardware until your order Sir," reported Maxas-Darl.
"That's what it looks like: The probes have been able to identify that it's a small rocky world, with some open water sources scattered across the surface and home to small oases of life. Further still, there appears to be a small colony on one of those oases, with several lifesigns detected," Aeryn echoed.
"Can we determine specifics on the life forms? And any specifications on the weapons platforms?"
Tyra had inched forward on her chair as of a few more inches closer to the screen would give her answers.
Who knows about this planet?
The Maquis has used this nebula as an operations arena during the war. Had Maquis survived the war hidden within the nebula? Was this a hidden Cardassian base? The very basis of Starfleet's concern for this nebula and the reason they'd been testing the enhanced probes.
"Any signs of vessels in orbit of the planet? Or other installations?"
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