09-29-2024, 06:50 PM
As she suspected, the Commander was not happy with the time it was going to take for the probes to reach their destinations and report. As if internally chiding herself wasn't penance enough.
He also remained quiet about her asking if anyone wanted coffee. The sideways glance she received from him felt like a rebuke all on its own.
It was then that a beep registered on several station at once. T'Lari quickly assessed the information and imparted it to Black and Jensen.
"Sensors show that the Os'rusa is on an intercept course, and showing speeds well in excess of Warp 9. That is well beyond the known specifications of a Galor class ship. It will reach our position in 27 minutes 32 seconds."
“Ah Shit!” Exclaimed Black quietly under her breath as she instantly returned to the helm to confirm the information and begin running through several scenarios based on previous encounters.
"Alright. Here's what we're gonna do.” Said Jensen. “Black, make sure you're ready to send that message to Starfleet I asked you to prepare, if needed."
“On it.” She replied as the Commander began contacting other departments on the ship along with the awayteam to keep them up to speed on this latest of SNAFU.
How the hell are they moving so fast? Black began to wonder as her brain caught up with her fingers as she input information into her station. Did they manage to get a working slipstream from the Callisto after all?
There were so many questions and issues left over from that debacle, that they would probably be suffering the aftermath of that cock-up for years to come she suspected.
The displays showed that T'Lari had also initiated her shield modification subroutine.
I swear that girl is going to make one hell of a Chief if we get out of this...
It was then Jensen addressed her again. "I'm hoping everyone's back aboard by the time the Cardassians arrive, but just in case they're not, I want us to be able to go to Red Alert as soon as the Os'rusa drops out of warp. Please bring power levels back to normal so we can go to Red Alert instantly"
Three taps later, there was a audible rise in the ships power output and the lights brightened ever so slightly in unison. “Full power.”
"And we have now been discovered. There's no need to pretend otherwise. If it can be done safely, I want us to get close enough to the Franklin to be able to extend our shields around it, so we can get the colonists back while I talk the Gul's ear off for long enough to get the job done".
“Descending a couple of hundred meters shouldn't be a problem.” Said Black. “as long as we don't need to enter the atmosphere.”
She glanced again at T'Lari's shield mods. “I know you were talking about this being set up to handle polaron dispersion, but how sure are you it can handle atmospheric dissipation at the same time?”
== Tag one, tag all. Your GM-ship. Does our descent toward the Franklin go well? ==
He also remained quiet about her asking if anyone wanted coffee. The sideways glance she received from him felt like a rebuke all on its own.
It was then that a beep registered on several station at once. T'Lari quickly assessed the information and imparted it to Black and Jensen.
"Sensors show that the Os'rusa is on an intercept course, and showing speeds well in excess of Warp 9. That is well beyond the known specifications of a Galor class ship. It will reach our position in 27 minutes 32 seconds."
“Ah Shit!” Exclaimed Black quietly under her breath as she instantly returned to the helm to confirm the information and begin running through several scenarios based on previous encounters.
"Alright. Here's what we're gonna do.” Said Jensen. “Black, make sure you're ready to send that message to Starfleet I asked you to prepare, if needed."
“On it.” She replied as the Commander began contacting other departments on the ship along with the awayteam to keep them up to speed on this latest of SNAFU.
How the hell are they moving so fast? Black began to wonder as her brain caught up with her fingers as she input information into her station. Did they manage to get a working slipstream from the Callisto after all?
There were so many questions and issues left over from that debacle, that they would probably be suffering the aftermath of that cock-up for years to come she suspected.
The displays showed that T'Lari had also initiated her shield modification subroutine.
I swear that girl is going to make one hell of a Chief if we get out of this...
It was then Jensen addressed her again. "I'm hoping everyone's back aboard by the time the Cardassians arrive, but just in case they're not, I want us to be able to go to Red Alert as soon as the Os'rusa drops out of warp. Please bring power levels back to normal so we can go to Red Alert instantly"
Three taps later, there was a audible rise in the ships power output and the lights brightened ever so slightly in unison. “Full power.”
"And we have now been discovered. There's no need to pretend otherwise. If it can be done safely, I want us to get close enough to the Franklin to be able to extend our shields around it, so we can get the colonists back while I talk the Gul's ear off for long enough to get the job done".
“Descending a couple of hundred meters shouldn't be a problem.” Said Black. “as long as we don't need to enter the atmosphere.”
She glanced again at T'Lari's shield mods. “I know you were talking about this being set up to handle polaron dispersion, but how sure are you it can handle atmospheric dissipation at the same time?”
== Tag one, tag all. Your GM-ship. Does our descent toward the Franklin go well? ==