07-08-2025, 03:23 PM
As her orders were being carried out, Tyra has settled back into her chair with an uneasiness that was readily apparent. Her brows were knit together as blue eyes seemed to shoot daggers at the front screen as if it held the answer to her questions.
From the moment she'd stepped font back on this ship, nothing has felt right and that didn't seem to be changing anytime soon much to her own irritation.
[Omdor to bridge, the Dominion IFF console is up and running. I can't be completely sure it'll protect us from any defenses until we actually try it, but everything I can see says it's working as intended and will let us pass through.]
"'I think this may work' doesn't exactly fill me with confidence, Commander, but I guess it'll do," she commented wryly.
Of course, the console would likely only assist with an automated defense system, not any actual patrol. For a moment, she considered that they had gravely misstepped by destroying the Klingon vessel, allowing their disgust over its purpose override the potential usefulness it might have had. However, that was one shot that couldn't be undone.
Unfortunately, it was going to be a doubt and regret that settled a little deeper as Maxas-Darl began her report.
"Three defense platforms this side of the planet, all comprised of Dominion design profiles. Given that and what we know of Jem'Hadar defense doctrine during the way, we can reliably assume that there are two more on the far side of the planet. The Artemis should be capable of taking on one...or two of the platforms without much issue, but..."
Not all at once...
Under different circumstances, she might have chuckled at how the young midshipman tried to tip toe around the report, seemingly uncertain how urging caution would go over. Admittedly, despite a background in combat tactics and more than enough slow surgical campaigns to fill a resume, her reputation as a captain was still of the volatile variety, her legend built on some of her more rash decisions. It was well earned -- patience was not a virtue that she always practiced -- but it lost a great deal of nuance.
"Otherwise the only enemy...err...unknown ship is a single B'rel class Bird of Prey. Sensors calculate posed risk to Artemis as...negligible." she turned in her chair, her husky voice finally bearing the confidence generally reserved for someone deserving of being on the bridge. "Sir, given the totality of the defenses, the fact that it is Dominion in origin, and what the team found in the freighter... a single B'rel seems suspicious. I believe there are more ships, either on the other side of the planet or cloaked in the area."
It was a logical conclusion, though it didn't account for the type of over confidence that might come from thinking you were well hidden in a dense nebula in a part of space that regularly was overlooked for patrols. It also failed to note the biggest issue with ship wasn't it's direct threat to the Artemis but the inability to fool it like the firing platforms. As soon as they popped onto sensors, the Bird of Prey would know they didn't belong.
She opened her mouth, a comment related to their recent ability to execute a secussful surgical strike on the tip of her tongue before she caught herself. Not only was that not a comparison she welcomed, it was beyond classified.
"IFF or not Captain, we should proceed with caution. This just feels...off...to me."
Now, she did chuckle, though it sounded a little hollow to her own ears. "Welcome to my life, midshipman "
"Captain, we have some kind of prison camp, with mostly Cardassian and Vorta congregated in a single location, along with single digits' worth of Klingons amongst and surrounding them. There's also what looks like a barracks area nearby with numerous Klingons present, and a third location that has a higher power draw with Vorta, Cardassians, and an equal number of Klingons".
Tyra turned her head to regard Miller for a moment, her eyebrows pulling together for a moment before smoothing out as she considered the information on the context of what she knew.
Logically, it would be reasonable to assume the Cardassian and Vorta life signs were likely the same as the DNA profile found on the smuggler vessel. If someone was taking the effort to clone those particular individuals, it was unlikely it was a prison unless it was holding the original DNA owners, though their data suggested that was unlikely. Why make clones just to incarcerate them? Was the area with the higher power draw a laboratory or were they reading this entirely wrong? And how did the Klingons end up running or supervising this operation?
She rubbed the bridge of her nose restlessly as she tried to will back a headache.
"Alright...Maxas-Darl, are there any blind spots in the turret system? Doesn't matter how small at this point. And if that system dates back to the war, how well has it been maintained? Well enough to fend off a runabout or two?"
What I wouldn't give for the Madison right now...
"Miller, can you determine what type of system is drawing power at that last location?" She requested, even as she leaned over to tap on her console.
"Omdor, would it be possible to route or transmit the IFF signal through a secondary vessel, such as one of our runabouts?" She asked before adding one more rapid fire question to her arsenal.
"Bridge to Sickbay. Have y'all been able to make any headway on the DNA readings Calleja sent over? Particularly in relation to the DNA found in the holding area; it'd be very helpful to have a name or anything at this point."
Because why Klingons are potentially cloning one particular Cardassian and one particular Vorta seems like a pretty big ******* part of this cluster of a puzzle.
From the moment she'd stepped font back on this ship, nothing has felt right and that didn't seem to be changing anytime soon much to her own irritation.
[Omdor to bridge, the Dominion IFF console is up and running. I can't be completely sure it'll protect us from any defenses until we actually try it, but everything I can see says it's working as intended and will let us pass through.]
"'I think this may work' doesn't exactly fill me with confidence, Commander, but I guess it'll do," she commented wryly.
Of course, the console would likely only assist with an automated defense system, not any actual patrol. For a moment, she considered that they had gravely misstepped by destroying the Klingon vessel, allowing their disgust over its purpose override the potential usefulness it might have had. However, that was one shot that couldn't be undone.
Unfortunately, it was going to be a doubt and regret that settled a little deeper as Maxas-Darl began her report.
"Three defense platforms this side of the planet, all comprised of Dominion design profiles. Given that and what we know of Jem'Hadar defense doctrine during the way, we can reliably assume that there are two more on the far side of the planet. The Artemis should be capable of taking on one...or two of the platforms without much issue, but..."
Not all at once...
Under different circumstances, she might have chuckled at how the young midshipman tried to tip toe around the report, seemingly uncertain how urging caution would go over. Admittedly, despite a background in combat tactics and more than enough slow surgical campaigns to fill a resume, her reputation as a captain was still of the volatile variety, her legend built on some of her more rash decisions. It was well earned -- patience was not a virtue that she always practiced -- but it lost a great deal of nuance.
"Otherwise the only enemy...err...unknown ship is a single B'rel class Bird of Prey. Sensors calculate posed risk to Artemis as...negligible." she turned in her chair, her husky voice finally bearing the confidence generally reserved for someone deserving of being on the bridge. "Sir, given the totality of the defenses, the fact that it is Dominion in origin, and what the team found in the freighter... a single B'rel seems suspicious. I believe there are more ships, either on the other side of the planet or cloaked in the area."
It was a logical conclusion, though it didn't account for the type of over confidence that might come from thinking you were well hidden in a dense nebula in a part of space that regularly was overlooked for patrols. It also failed to note the biggest issue with ship wasn't it's direct threat to the Artemis but the inability to fool it like the firing platforms. As soon as they popped onto sensors, the Bird of Prey would know they didn't belong.
She opened her mouth, a comment related to their recent ability to execute a secussful surgical strike on the tip of her tongue before she caught herself. Not only was that not a comparison she welcomed, it was beyond classified.
"IFF or not Captain, we should proceed with caution. This just feels...off...to me."
Now, she did chuckle, though it sounded a little hollow to her own ears. "Welcome to my life, midshipman "
"Captain, we have some kind of prison camp, with mostly Cardassian and Vorta congregated in a single location, along with single digits' worth of Klingons amongst and surrounding them. There's also what looks like a barracks area nearby with numerous Klingons present, and a third location that has a higher power draw with Vorta, Cardassians, and an equal number of Klingons".
Tyra turned her head to regard Miller for a moment, her eyebrows pulling together for a moment before smoothing out as she considered the information on the context of what she knew.
Logically, it would be reasonable to assume the Cardassian and Vorta life signs were likely the same as the DNA profile found on the smuggler vessel. If someone was taking the effort to clone those particular individuals, it was unlikely it was a prison unless it was holding the original DNA owners, though their data suggested that was unlikely. Why make clones just to incarcerate them? Was the area with the higher power draw a laboratory or were they reading this entirely wrong? And how did the Klingons end up running or supervising this operation?
She rubbed the bridge of her nose restlessly as she tried to will back a headache.
"Alright...Maxas-Darl, are there any blind spots in the turret system? Doesn't matter how small at this point. And if that system dates back to the war, how well has it been maintained? Well enough to fend off a runabout or two?"
What I wouldn't give for the Madison right now...
"Miller, can you determine what type of system is drawing power at that last location?" She requested, even as she leaned over to tap on her console.
"Omdor, would it be possible to route or transmit the IFF signal through a secondary vessel, such as one of our runabouts?" She asked before adding one more rapid fire question to her arsenal.
"Bridge to Sickbay. Have y'all been able to make any headway on the DNA readings Calleja sent over? Particularly in relation to the DNA found in the holding area; it'd be very helpful to have a name or anything at this point."
Because why Klingons are potentially cloning one particular Cardassian and one particular Vorta seems like a pretty big ******* part of this cluster of a puzzle.