07-27-2024, 01:56 PM
T'Lari sent the data on the Cardassian captain to Braggins' chair. "There is no information on the woman on the Cardassian bridge, at least that I can access. I've sent the rest to you. There is nothing noteworthy in Hanar's record." It was a run of the mill career, but at least there was no note of war crimes and the like.
The signal from the First Officer stated that there were no concerns and that the freighter was free to go. T'lari was a bit suspicious, but dismissed it; they had much more important matters to be concerned about than a smuggler.
The Cardassians has moved off and were seemingly not tracking the Yeager... which meant nothing at all. They most certainly still were.
The Captain was ready. They were going after the distress call.
"Mister Qi, I need you to reprogram that probe to mimic our energy signature. T'Lari, shut down our transponder and all running lights. Theresa, just in case they don't buy our probe, I want you to take us to Warp Seven on any heading you want for one minute. Then drop us out of warp, turn us around, and activate the Slipstream Drive to get us to that distress signal."
"Aye, Captain." The Vulcan opened the transponder menu and keyed the command. The running lights shut off, leaving the hull dark. The transponder system was a bit more stubborn.
[Warning: Transponder deactivation is not recommended and will be logged in flight data. Confirm?]
No wonder the emotional races sometimes yell at machines.
She stabbed the 'yes' icon with her thumb. "Transponder and running lights deactivated, Captain. Weapons and shields ready on your order."
Hopefully it wouldn't come to a fight. They needed to get in and out as quickly as possible. But if it did the Tactical officer intended to be ready.
T'Lari found her first slipstream jump... interesting. She didn't feel discomfort as some others did, but rather a slight 'buzz' in her head, the same she felt when she had first trained to use her now-neglected psionic abilities. Nothing worth noting, really. Scans indicated an old DY-150, a ship from Earth's original colonial phase. Numerous colony worlds had been founded with those old relics... but the most (in)famous one had carried refugees of a different sort.
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The signal from the First Officer stated that there were no concerns and that the freighter was free to go. T'lari was a bit suspicious, but dismissed it; they had much more important matters to be concerned about than a smuggler.
The Cardassians has moved off and were seemingly not tracking the Yeager... which meant nothing at all. They most certainly still were.
The Captain was ready. They were going after the distress call.
"Mister Qi, I need you to reprogram that probe to mimic our energy signature. T'Lari, shut down our transponder and all running lights. Theresa, just in case they don't buy our probe, I want you to take us to Warp Seven on any heading you want for one minute. Then drop us out of warp, turn us around, and activate the Slipstream Drive to get us to that distress signal."
"Aye, Captain." The Vulcan opened the transponder menu and keyed the command. The running lights shut off, leaving the hull dark. The transponder system was a bit more stubborn.
[Warning: Transponder deactivation is not recommended and will be logged in flight data. Confirm?]
No wonder the emotional races sometimes yell at machines.
She stabbed the 'yes' icon with her thumb. "Transponder and running lights deactivated, Captain. Weapons and shields ready on your order."
Hopefully it wouldn't come to a fight. They needed to get in and out as quickly as possible. But if it did the Tactical officer intended to be ready.
T'Lari found her first slipstream jump... interesting. She didn't feel discomfort as some others did, but rather a slight 'buzz' in her head, the same she felt when she had first trained to use her now-neglected psionic abilities. Nothing worth noting, really. Scans indicated an old DY-150, a ship from Earth's original colonial phase. Numerous colony worlds had been founded with those old relics... but the most (in)famous one had carried refugees of a different sort.
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