05-18-2026, 07:15 PM
The response from the Lowry was lacklustre at best. The reply sent to confirm their readiness had been a text message.
Flint hadn't had the opportunity to fraternise with any of their crew, so he easily surmised that it wasn't anything he'd done that resulted in the text downgrade of the reply. If anything it was clear from what wasn't said that spoke volumes about the attitude of the other vessel.
It wasn't until Flint was comfortable that both vessels were on track and holding position with each other at warp eight, before he opened the second packet the Captain had sent to his station.
It showed the tactical readings of the last moments of the Disreputable Damsel as taken from the intercepting runabout. Including the hunting patterns of the three Hideki-class escorts that took part in the attack.
The file briefly blinked with a warning as he opened it. He suspected it was probably because his login didn't exactly contain the right clearance, and this copy of the data had been adapted to allow it.
The Cardassian vessels seemed to move in small, precise hit and run manoeuvrers. Each positioned so no matter which way their prey attempted to run, they could pounce to block or pursue keeping them confined in a small area of space, all the while chipping away at shields and vital systems.
Almost Klingon in efficiently. Almost Romulan in nefariousness. Three small ships could easily whittle away a larger vessels defences given time.
This was going to take some serious thought...
Flint hadn't had the opportunity to fraternise with any of their crew, so he easily surmised that it wasn't anything he'd done that resulted in the text downgrade of the reply. If anything it was clear from what wasn't said that spoke volumes about the attitude of the other vessel.
It wasn't until Flint was comfortable that both vessels were on track and holding position with each other at warp eight, before he opened the second packet the Captain had sent to his station.
It showed the tactical readings of the last moments of the Disreputable Damsel as taken from the intercepting runabout. Including the hunting patterns of the three Hideki-class escorts that took part in the attack.
The file briefly blinked with a warning as he opened it. He suspected it was probably because his login didn't exactly contain the right clearance, and this copy of the data had been adapted to allow it.
The Cardassian vessels seemed to move in small, precise hit and run manoeuvrers. Each positioned so no matter which way their prey attempted to run, they could pounce to block or pursue keeping them confined in a small area of space, all the while chipping away at shields and vital systems.
Almost Klingon in efficiently. Almost Romulan in nefariousness. Three small ships could easily whittle away a larger vessels defences given time.
This was going to take some serious thought...