08-10-2024, 06:13 AM
The replies from Commander Qi and the Captain didn't exactly make Black feel any better. The pair of them sounded like giddy school kids as they began to head over to the derelict.
She glanced sideways at the Commander. He didn't look too pleased either.
But before she had the opportunity to protest further, more orders were given, "T'Lari, Theresa, I want you to try and figure out how the Lord Franklin got out here. Wormhole, alien abduction, runaway warp reaction, there are no silly theories; try and link the Yeager to the Franklin's computers, we'll be doing the same from the other end."
She'd never heard of the Lord Franklin. A quick searches first hits were to an 19th Century explorer, she assumed that was who it was named for. Historical research wasn't exactly her strong point right now.
“T'Lari, you look into the history of the ship. I'll try connecting to the computer.” She called over to the younger woman at the rear.
"Regarding the need to tow the ship.” The Commander asked, “Could we lower the intensity of the tractor beam down enough that it won't be like a toddler ripping paper, but strong enough to actually tow it?"
Black turned to face him. She thought for a moment before she answered. “From this orbit, the strain would be far too much for it. However, if we dropped down into the same orbit and used the Franklin's own momentum to pull it out, it would significantly reduce the stress.”
She glanced sideways at the Commander. He didn't look too pleased either.
But before she had the opportunity to protest further, more orders were given, "T'Lari, Theresa, I want you to try and figure out how the Lord Franklin got out here. Wormhole, alien abduction, runaway warp reaction, there are no silly theories; try and link the Yeager to the Franklin's computers, we'll be doing the same from the other end."
She'd never heard of the Lord Franklin. A quick searches first hits were to an 19th Century explorer, she assumed that was who it was named for. Historical research wasn't exactly her strong point right now.
“T'Lari, you look into the history of the ship. I'll try connecting to the computer.” She called over to the younger woman at the rear.
"Regarding the need to tow the ship.” The Commander asked, “Could we lower the intensity of the tractor beam down enough that it won't be like a toddler ripping paper, but strong enough to actually tow it?"
Black turned to face him. She thought for a moment before she answered. “From this orbit, the strain would be far too much for it. However, if we dropped down into the same orbit and used the Franklin's own momentum to pull it out, it would significantly reduce the stress.”