10-11-2024, 08:22 PM
Given the situation of the inbound Cardassians, things were flowing well. All models showed that the Yeager was easily capable of descending to a lower orbit in order to better protect the Franklin, and T'Lari was more than confident when asked about her modification to the shields would easily protect them against any potential incoming polaron based fire as well as atmospheric turbulence.
It took only two seconds for the communication from the Captain to throw this already plan C into the air and the new plan D to be implemented.
Each time they used the slipstream drive, even for short hops, it needed a reset period and recalibration. It was still new technology, and was constantly being improved all the time. And either way, just the mention of it had the undesirable stomach turning feeling appear on queue for Black. But it was her job to fly the ship regardless how it made her feel. But hw much worse could this day get she mused.
Take the ship into low orbit. Wrap their shields round an ancient ship that they could crush into debris with the smallest miscalculation. Protect themselves and that ship from a potential attack from the least friendly people currently in the sector. All while finding a way to evacuate the ancient ship without killing the crew or themselves, and also be ready to use a highly unstable, temperamental faster than faster than light drive to escape by not following the sanctioned instructions or procedures... Simples.
"As soon as you have the power to the Slipstream, be ready to engage on the Captain's orders, or mine"
Maybe I should have upgraded my coffee request for something harder?
“Adjusting altitude.” She said. “Bringing us to... One Hundred meters to the Franklin. Initiating Slipstream pre-checks...”
It took only two seconds for the communication from the Captain to throw this already plan C into the air and the new plan D to be implemented.
Each time they used the slipstream drive, even for short hops, it needed a reset period and recalibration. It was still new technology, and was constantly being improved all the time. And either way, just the mention of it had the undesirable stomach turning feeling appear on queue for Black. But it was her job to fly the ship regardless how it made her feel. But hw much worse could this day get she mused.
Take the ship into low orbit. Wrap their shields round an ancient ship that they could crush into debris with the smallest miscalculation. Protect themselves and that ship from a potential attack from the least friendly people currently in the sector. All while finding a way to evacuate the ancient ship without killing the crew or themselves, and also be ready to use a highly unstable, temperamental faster than faster than light drive to escape by not following the sanctioned instructions or procedures... Simples.
"As soon as you have the power to the Slipstream, be ready to engage on the Captain's orders, or mine"
Maybe I should have upgraded my coffee request for something harder?
“Adjusting altitude.” She said. “Bringing us to... One Hundred meters to the Franklin. Initiating Slipstream pre-checks...”