10-23-2024, 04:58 PM
Entering into the lower orbit, the Yeager aligned with the Franklin, and observing the modifications that T'Lari was making to the shields, Black began the extension of the bubble around the significantly older ship.
A new bleeping sound caused her to look away from her task to now see that the Cardassians had accelerated and were now only ten minutes out.
The Commander began reissuing orders across the ship to update the rest of the crew of the ever shortening timeline they were facing. She glanced back at the status for the slipstream system. It was still compiling its diagnosis as to whether it was ready to be engaged or not yet. She willed it to go faster.
T'Lari spoke next. Her plan to put themselves on the opposite side of the planet had merit. But she also suspected that since the Cardassians were heading straight for them, and if we'd ween them, they had obviously seen us first, and if they're only ten out, they would have seen the Franklin too.
To abandon the DY-150 and play naive of it might have worked if they weren't already on top of it, or an hour ago. Options were slim.
An idea hit her. It was as ever a risky one, but if it worked, and things somehow went better than they already were currently going, and somehow they made it out of this situation alive...
Black turned to Jensen. “Sir, assuming that this ship was heading for this planet to begin with, Right? Even though they're in stasis, they obviously planned to get down to the surface somehow.”
She paused to give him a chance to offer his thoughts before she continued with her hair brained idea.
“Instead of trying to pull the Franklin to a higher orbit, hows about we takes them down to the surface? If the hull breaches out here everyone on its dead. But if we throws and much power as we can into our shields, and gets them onto the surface, when their power fails or the hull cracks, at least they'll still have air and a planet. Once we do that, then we can come back up here and play nicely with them fucking Cardassians.” Then she added as she realised her mouth had out run her brain. “Sorry.”
== Tags all around, and remember. This weeks crazy idea was brought to you by the letters L & T, and colour of desperation... ==
A new bleeping sound caused her to look away from her task to now see that the Cardassians had accelerated and were now only ten minutes out.
The Commander began reissuing orders across the ship to update the rest of the crew of the ever shortening timeline they were facing. She glanced back at the status for the slipstream system. It was still compiling its diagnosis as to whether it was ready to be engaged or not yet. She willed it to go faster.
T'Lari spoke next. Her plan to put themselves on the opposite side of the planet had merit. But she also suspected that since the Cardassians were heading straight for them, and if we'd ween them, they had obviously seen us first, and if they're only ten out, they would have seen the Franklin too.
To abandon the DY-150 and play naive of it might have worked if they weren't already on top of it, or an hour ago. Options were slim.
An idea hit her. It was as ever a risky one, but if it worked, and things somehow went better than they already were currently going, and somehow they made it out of this situation alive...
Black turned to Jensen. “Sir, assuming that this ship was heading for this planet to begin with, Right? Even though they're in stasis, they obviously planned to get down to the surface somehow.”
She paused to give him a chance to offer his thoughts before she continued with her hair brained idea.
“Instead of trying to pull the Franklin to a higher orbit, hows about we takes them down to the surface? If the hull breaches out here everyone on its dead. But if we throws and much power as we can into our shields, and gets them onto the surface, when their power fails or the hull cracks, at least they'll still have air and a planet. Once we do that, then we can come back up here and play nicely with them fucking Cardassians.” Then she added as she realised her mouth had out run her brain. “Sorry.”
== Tags all around, and remember. This weeks crazy idea was brought to you by the letters L & T, and colour of desperation... ==