07-20-2024, 04:13 PM
There was a momentary lull on the bridge as the Cardassian vessel moved off. The Captain asked T'Lari to look up the Gul and this friend to see what she could find. Then Qi spoke up, and the whole energy of the room changed.
A distress signal? Black began a wide sensor sweep to get a lock on the weak signal
Orders began flowing. And a heading was forwarded to Maz's terminal to better aid her finding the target. It was very weak.
“...Theresa, T'Lari, I want you ready for a possible border crossing; it'll piss the Cardassians off,”
Why change the habit of a lifetime?...
“...but we should be able to outrun them; we'll be weapons-safe unless they fire on us, but I want their sensors and communications scrambled if necessary."
That should be simple enough “Heading set...” She called out awaiting the command to engage.
"Bridge to Hydish. Once you've got your glitch locked down, I want you to start prepping the engines for a full-power sprint. Bring the Slipstream online as well."
That made Maz pause and take in a breath. She knew they had slipstream, but she hated it every time they used it. There was always a lurch to her stomach that made her feel unwell whenever they used any form of faster that warp drive. Slipstream, jump gate or even wormhole.
"Yeager to Jensen: Expedite your search, we have a change of mission. If you cannot complete your search, you will detain Captain Heathridge and pilot the Damsel to Starbase 214."
That last line made her stop completely and almost turn back. Will they need a pilot?
The reply almost as quickly put stop to the thought. [Copy, Yeager. We'll speed it up]
That's when she realised that she'd stopped moving and was just looking at her hands hovering above the console. Not meeting the eye of the day. Shocked and locked and bubbled in grief and tired. So tired.
Swallowing, she blinked back the sudden welling she could feel building inside, and forced herself to focus again. Breath. Do your job.
Course is set... She checked the glovebox under the console. Tin of travel sweets and barf bags, check...
She hoped no one had noticed her brief zoning out.
"Helm ready at your command." She said double checking her data once again.
A distress signal? Black began a wide sensor sweep to get a lock on the weak signal
Orders began flowing. And a heading was forwarded to Maz's terminal to better aid her finding the target. It was very weak.
“...Theresa, T'Lari, I want you ready for a possible border crossing; it'll piss the Cardassians off,”
Why change the habit of a lifetime?...
“...but we should be able to outrun them; we'll be weapons-safe unless they fire on us, but I want their sensors and communications scrambled if necessary."
That should be simple enough “Heading set...” She called out awaiting the command to engage.
"Bridge to Hydish. Once you've got your glitch locked down, I want you to start prepping the engines for a full-power sprint. Bring the Slipstream online as well."
That made Maz pause and take in a breath. She knew they had slipstream, but she hated it every time they used it. There was always a lurch to her stomach that made her feel unwell whenever they used any form of faster that warp drive. Slipstream, jump gate or even wormhole.
"Yeager to Jensen: Expedite your search, we have a change of mission. If you cannot complete your search, you will detain Captain Heathridge and pilot the Damsel to Starbase 214."
That last line made her stop completely and almost turn back. Will they need a pilot?
The reply almost as quickly put stop to the thought. [Copy, Yeager. We'll speed it up]
That's when she realised that she'd stopped moving and was just looking at her hands hovering above the console. Not meeting the eye of the day. Shocked and locked and bubbled in grief and tired. So tired.
Swallowing, she blinked back the sudden welling she could feel building inside, and forced herself to focus again. Breath. Do your job.
Course is set... She checked the glovebox under the console. Tin of travel sweets and barf bags, check...
She hoped no one had noticed her brief zoning out.
"Helm ready at your command." She said double checking her data once again.