07-31-2024, 02:50 PM
Unlike some on the Bridge, Jenny was a veteran slipstream traveler and had more than a few jumps in her pilot's log; this meant that she'd been prepared for the odd and slightly-unnerving sensations that travelling in a slipstream corridor caused. Her eyes had been glued to the engineering repeater display on her armrest for the entirety of the minutes-long jump, looking for any sign that the driver or corridor were becoming unstable. They made it through, however, and Jenny made a mental note to congratulate whichever engineer had installed and initially calibrated the drive and deflectors for such a smooth ride.
Though maybe we should see whether we're captured and charged with piracy again before we do that...
As the Yeager entered the system, Jenny shifted in her seat; excitement and anxiety competed for her attention as she balanced the nature of their mission, the historical importance of this ship, and the likelihood of discovery. The DY-150 didn't look to be in the best shape, her orbit was decaying, her reactors were offline, and her solar sails were shredded. Though they didn't have any concrete data on the orbit yet, Jenny could tell just from the results she'd seen so far, that the crippled ship had hours at most before she burned up.
"That orbit isn't going to hold for long, and even if it does, eventually the Cardassians will find them. Orders, Captain?"
"I'm surprised the Talarians hadn't found them before now, but maybe they had something to do with this. They wouldn't have been able to board the ship, but it would have made an excellent target for their recruits to practice on..."
Absentmindedly scratching her chin, Jenny frowned as she weighed her options. The simplest solution would be to tractor the ship out of the gravity well, but that risked tearing the other ship apart through opposing forces. Even if it wasn't ripped apart, the tractor beam would certainly shred the remaining solar sails, which would doom the inhabitants unless they could hook up a new power source before whatever battery backups, if any, failed.
"Put us in an orbit five hundred kilometers above the derelict; it'll be close enough to grab her with a tractor beam if needed, and shield her from prying eyes. We're going to have to go aboard to see what we can do for these people; Commander Qi, Lieutenant Hydish and I will beam across and try and stabilise their orbit."
Pausing for a moment to continue to weigh the pros against the cons, Jenny nodded to herself as she decided.
"If we're successful, we will bring a medical team aboard to determine whether it is safe to revive the passengers. If not, we will have to prepare for a mass beam-out; I want Cargo Bay One converted into a temporary cryogenic facility to maintain any pods until we can safely revive them. Then I want a plan for towing the ship back to Federation space, and a plan for scuttling her if we're detected and need to make a fast getaway."
Drumming her fingers on her armrests, Jenny mentally searched for anything she might have missed. It wasn't easy, even for her "superior" brain, as her anxieties and the excitement and anticipation of the situation both fought for her full attention. Deciding that she, in fact, hadn't missed anything, she nodded again to herself.
"Questions?"
Though maybe we should see whether we're captured and charged with piracy again before we do that...
As the Yeager entered the system, Jenny shifted in her seat; excitement and anxiety competed for her attention as she balanced the nature of their mission, the historical importance of this ship, and the likelihood of discovery. The DY-150 didn't look to be in the best shape, her orbit was decaying, her reactors were offline, and her solar sails were shredded. Though they didn't have any concrete data on the orbit yet, Jenny could tell just from the results she'd seen so far, that the crippled ship had hours at most before she burned up.
"That orbit isn't going to hold for long, and even if it does, eventually the Cardassians will find them. Orders, Captain?"
"I'm surprised the Talarians hadn't found them before now, but maybe they had something to do with this. They wouldn't have been able to board the ship, but it would have made an excellent target for their recruits to practice on..."
Absentmindedly scratching her chin, Jenny frowned as she weighed her options. The simplest solution would be to tractor the ship out of the gravity well, but that risked tearing the other ship apart through opposing forces. Even if it wasn't ripped apart, the tractor beam would certainly shred the remaining solar sails, which would doom the inhabitants unless they could hook up a new power source before whatever battery backups, if any, failed.
"Put us in an orbit five hundred kilometers above the derelict; it'll be close enough to grab her with a tractor beam if needed, and shield her from prying eyes. We're going to have to go aboard to see what we can do for these people; Commander Qi, Lieutenant Hydish and I will beam across and try and stabilise their orbit."
Pausing for a moment to continue to weigh the pros against the cons, Jenny nodded to herself as she decided.
"If we're successful, we will bring a medical team aboard to determine whether it is safe to revive the passengers. If not, we will have to prepare for a mass beam-out; I want Cargo Bay One converted into a temporary cryogenic facility to maintain any pods until we can safely revive them. Then I want a plan for towing the ship back to Federation space, and a plan for scuttling her if we're detected and need to make a fast getaway."
Drumming her fingers on her armrests, Jenny mentally searched for anything she might have missed. It wasn't easy, even for her "superior" brain, as her anxieties and the excitement and anticipation of the situation both fought for her full attention. Deciding that she, in fact, hadn't missed anything, she nodded again to herself.
"Questions?"