07-21-2026, 03:25 PM
== GM-Broken Arrow ==
Captain T'Kov's face remained an unreadable, stoic mask on the main viewscreen. "Commander Ameen. Lieutenant Powl's assessment of your EPS grid is noted, but Starfleet Command has authorized—"
Before the Vulcan could finish his sentence, the viewscreen split. The right half filled with the bridge of the USS Auberjonois, centering on a sharp, intelligent woman with a Captain's pips and a weary but warm expression.
"Captain T'Kov, Starfleet Command also authorized my medical teams to ensure the viability of these subjects," Captain Valeriya Kincaid interrupted, her tone polite but laced with absolute authority. She shifted her gaze on the screen, and her expression softened into a familiar, knowing half-smile. "It has been a long time, Morad. I see you're still finding the most complicated anomalies in the quadrant."
T'Kov raised an eyebrow. "Captain Kincaid, the Templar is fully capable of executing a forced extraction."
"And as the lead scientific authority on this extraction, I am forbidding it, Captain," Kincaid countered smoothly. "Lieutenant Torok Powl is correct. A forced warp-bubble transport against an active EPS drain will scramble their stasis fields. We wait until the Zephyr safely untangles their power grid."
or a fraction of a second, a minute twitch disturbed the stoic line of Captain T'Kov's right eyebrow—a massive display of frustration for a Vulcan. Recognizing he had been checkmated by Starfleet's own medical and scientific regulations, T'Kov gave a single, stiff nod.
"Logical. Templar standing by."
The left half of the viewscreen blinked out, cutting the transmission from the heavy cruiser and centering Captain Kincaid's feed on the main viewer. With the Vulcan out of the channel, Kincaid's professional rigidity softened into a familiar, knowing smile.
"It is genuinely good to see you again, Morad. I must say, the center chair suits you well." She leaned forward slightly, her demeanor shifting to that of a collaborative colleague. "I am looking forward to reading your preliminary report. My medical and science teams need to know exactly what preparations we must make on our end to accommodate these subjects properly. Take the time you need to secure your ship and wrap up your First Contact protocols. The Auberjonois will stand by for your all-clear to complete the transfer."
Captain T'Kov's face remained an unreadable, stoic mask on the main viewscreen. "Commander Ameen. Lieutenant Powl's assessment of your EPS grid is noted, but Starfleet Command has authorized—"
Before the Vulcan could finish his sentence, the viewscreen split. The right half filled with the bridge of the USS Auberjonois, centering on a sharp, intelligent woman with a Captain's pips and a weary but warm expression.
"Captain T'Kov, Starfleet Command also authorized my medical teams to ensure the viability of these subjects," Captain Valeriya Kincaid interrupted, her tone polite but laced with absolute authority. She shifted her gaze on the screen, and her expression softened into a familiar, knowing half-smile. "It has been a long time, Morad. I see you're still finding the most complicated anomalies in the quadrant."
T'Kov raised an eyebrow. "Captain Kincaid, the Templar is fully capable of executing a forced extraction."
"And as the lead scientific authority on this extraction, I am forbidding it, Captain," Kincaid countered smoothly. "Lieutenant Torok Powl is correct. A forced warp-bubble transport against an active EPS drain will scramble their stasis fields. We wait until the Zephyr safely untangles their power grid."
or a fraction of a second, a minute twitch disturbed the stoic line of Captain T'Kov's right eyebrow—a massive display of frustration for a Vulcan. Recognizing he had been checkmated by Starfleet's own medical and scientific regulations, T'Kov gave a single, stiff nod.
"Logical. Templar standing by."
The left half of the viewscreen blinked out, cutting the transmission from the heavy cruiser and centering Captain Kincaid's feed on the main viewer. With the Vulcan out of the channel, Kincaid's professional rigidity softened into a familiar, knowing smile.
"It is genuinely good to see you again, Morad. I must say, the center chair suits you well." She leaned forward slightly, her demeanor shifting to that of a collaborative colleague. "I am looking forward to reading your preliminary report. My medical and science teams need to know exactly what preparations we must make on our end to accommodate these subjects properly. Take the time you need to secure your ship and wrap up your First Contact protocols. The Auberjonois will stand by for your all-clear to complete the transfer."