06-24-2024, 02:45 PM
Jenny frowned as Black returned to the Bridge with a mumbled apology, but said nothing. As per Starfleet regulations she had been forwarded official notice of Lilith Black's passing, as it was her duty as Captain to inform the officer of their recent bereavement, and she'd received a quick message from Lieutenant Sharp implying that a personal message had been routed to Black's Bridge station. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together, and part of Jenny wanted to relieve the older woman for her lapse in professionalism, and because nobody who lost a parent could seriously hope to perform their duties to expected levels.
Unfortunately, with timings so tight, she didn't have that luxury unless she wanted to take the helm herself. While that would have been her first preference, indeed she wondered if she should have ever accepted promotion out of the pilot's seat, she had to remain in her "rightful" position and give the orders, while her crew enjoyed the privilege of making those orders a reality.
"Helm, plot an intercept course. If that is a ship, I want it stopped before it can make a break for the border."
As the Yeager moved on to her new course, Jenny drummed her fingers on the armrests of her chair. She was torn between ordering the ship, if it was a ship, to heave to, or to wait until they were closer and there was no hope of the ship escaping. The Yeager's lack of forward-mounted torpedo launchers meant she couldn't use shock and awe tactics to force the probably smuggler off their course, she'd have to wait until she was closer and had a better weapons solution.
He may not even know we're here, if he's running silent.
Jenny's lips quirked into a smile that wasn't quite wicked, but was very close.
"T'Lari, when I say go, I want you to hit that sensor ghost with every active fire control sensor you have. Take whatever discretionary power you need, but I want him to know we're here."
Standing, Jenny tugged on the hem of her uniform jacket in a manner which reminded her of the historic logs she'd seen of Jean-Luc Picard, and nodded to the Ops Officer to open a channel.
"Unknown vessel, this is Captain Jennifer Braggins of the Starship Yeager. You are approaching restricted space controlled by the Cardassian Union. Heave to and prepare for boarding, or you will be fired upon. You have sixty seconds to comply. This is your only warning."
With the message sent and the channel closed, Jenny waited five heartbeats as she returned to her seat, then crossed her legs and leaned forward in the chair with a predatory smile on her face.
"T'Lari...go!"
==GM Input please: Does the sensor ghost respond, or is Jenny yelling into the void like a raving lunatic?==
Unfortunately, with timings so tight, she didn't have that luxury unless she wanted to take the helm herself. While that would have been her first preference, indeed she wondered if she should have ever accepted promotion out of the pilot's seat, she had to remain in her "rightful" position and give the orders, while her crew enjoyed the privilege of making those orders a reality.
"Helm, plot an intercept course. If that is a ship, I want it stopped before it can make a break for the border."
As the Yeager moved on to her new course, Jenny drummed her fingers on the armrests of her chair. She was torn between ordering the ship, if it was a ship, to heave to, or to wait until they were closer and there was no hope of the ship escaping. The Yeager's lack of forward-mounted torpedo launchers meant she couldn't use shock and awe tactics to force the probably smuggler off their course, she'd have to wait until she was closer and had a better weapons solution.
He may not even know we're here, if he's running silent.
Jenny's lips quirked into a smile that wasn't quite wicked, but was very close.
"T'Lari, when I say go, I want you to hit that sensor ghost with every active fire control sensor you have. Take whatever discretionary power you need, but I want him to know we're here."
Standing, Jenny tugged on the hem of her uniform jacket in a manner which reminded her of the historic logs she'd seen of Jean-Luc Picard, and nodded to the Ops Officer to open a channel.
"Unknown vessel, this is Captain Jennifer Braggins of the Starship Yeager. You are approaching restricted space controlled by the Cardassian Union. Heave to and prepare for boarding, or you will be fired upon. You have sixty seconds to comply. This is your only warning."
With the message sent and the channel closed, Jenny waited five heartbeats as she returned to her seat, then crossed her legs and leaned forward in the chair with a predatory smile on her face.
"T'Lari...go!"
==GM Input please: Does the sensor ghost respond, or is Jenny yelling into the void like a raving lunatic?==