07-01-2024, 07:07 PM
==The following has been posted with GM knowledge and permission.==
The Yeager closed on the unknown sensor contact quickly, thanks to its frankly ridiculous engines; where the old Yeager had maneuvered like a small moon at impulse power, courtesy of a pair of engines "borrowed" from a ship half its mass, the new Yeager liked to go fast. Black still seemed preoccupied by whatever was going on in her head, but T'Lari and Qi both went to work quickly to bring her the results she had desired. No sooner had the contact been lashed with enough energy to peel the paint from the hull, a brief engine flare on the viewscreen showed that something, someone was trying to run. Then the flare disappeared, and a voice drawled through the speakers as the other ship shut down its engines.
[I guess you got me. Come alongside, I won't give you any trouble.]
With a quirked eyebrow, Jenny turned briefly to T'Lari to make sure she, too, recognised that voice from their previous service patrolling the Romulan border. If she was correct, the person they were dealing with was a very clever man, who understood Starfleet operations better than most, and who was always very careful not to get caught hauling contraband. That he did was beyond doubt, but the elder Yeager had stopped him twice during Jenny's six weeks in command, and both times she'd only been able to cite him for crossing the border without a permit. Now, Mister Obadiah Heathridge, Gentleman of the Spaceways, had been caught dead to rights.
Or had he.
A former Greer-class Corvette, he Disreputable Damsel had been designed from the outset as a corsair and raider; by cutting the outrigger pod from the Oberth-class Scout and installing heavy weaponry, the small ship was perfect for convoy interdiction during time of war. With a cargo capacity of two thousand tons, it could also be used as a small blockade runner. Though the ship was over a century old, it held tricks up its sleeves that Jenny only wished she knew, and hoped she wouldn't have to face.
"T'Lari, keep a tractor lock, hold him down if he tries to run. If he breaks the tractor, shoot out his engines. Braggins to Jensen, you're cleared to board; our friend isn't a big fan of Starfleet, so mind your manners."
With a deep breath, Jenny rose and brushed her uniform jacket flat.
"Captain Heathridge, you're a long way from your usual haunt. Stand by to receive my inspection team, and then we shall talk about what best to do with you."
==GM Input on the reply, please: Does Heathridge reply or is he giving us the silent treatment?==
The Yeager closed on the unknown sensor contact quickly, thanks to its frankly ridiculous engines; where the old Yeager had maneuvered like a small moon at impulse power, courtesy of a pair of engines "borrowed" from a ship half its mass, the new Yeager liked to go fast. Black still seemed preoccupied by whatever was going on in her head, but T'Lari and Qi both went to work quickly to bring her the results she had desired. No sooner had the contact been lashed with enough energy to peel the paint from the hull, a brief engine flare on the viewscreen showed that something, someone was trying to run. Then the flare disappeared, and a voice drawled through the speakers as the other ship shut down its engines.
[I guess you got me. Come alongside, I won't give you any trouble.]
With a quirked eyebrow, Jenny turned briefly to T'Lari to make sure she, too, recognised that voice from their previous service patrolling the Romulan border. If she was correct, the person they were dealing with was a very clever man, who understood Starfleet operations better than most, and who was always very careful not to get caught hauling contraband. That he did was beyond doubt, but the elder Yeager had stopped him twice during Jenny's six weeks in command, and both times she'd only been able to cite him for crossing the border without a permit. Now, Mister Obadiah Heathridge, Gentleman of the Spaceways, had been caught dead to rights.
Or had he.
A former Greer-class Corvette, he Disreputable Damsel had been designed from the outset as a corsair and raider; by cutting the outrigger pod from the Oberth-class Scout and installing heavy weaponry, the small ship was perfect for convoy interdiction during time of war. With a cargo capacity of two thousand tons, it could also be used as a small blockade runner. Though the ship was over a century old, it held tricks up its sleeves that Jenny only wished she knew, and hoped she wouldn't have to face.
"T'Lari, keep a tractor lock, hold him down if he tries to run. If he breaks the tractor, shoot out his engines. Braggins to Jensen, you're cleared to board; our friend isn't a big fan of Starfleet, so mind your manners."
With a deep breath, Jenny rose and brushed her uniform jacket flat.
"Captain Heathridge, you're a long way from your usual haunt. Stand by to receive my inspection team, and then we shall talk about what best to do with you."
==GM Input on the reply, please: Does Heathridge reply or is he giving us the silent treatment?==