11-17-2024, 01:30 AM
Jenny listened intently as her officers gave her options and responded to their orders; that the intelligence about whatever the Yeager had detected hadn't been immediately forwarded to Starfleet Intelligence was disappointing, but Jensen hadn't been made privy to the concerns being raised by fleet command, and keeping the ship hidden was his main concern. While Hydish might have made the Yeager look like a civilian survey ship, scrap merchant or smuggler, that disguise would quickly fade if it started transmitting on Starfleet channels. On the other hand, Cardassians weren't exactly known for their restraint when they thought someone was interloping, and it was just as likely that they'd come in firing.
“The Franklin is a piece of history! We can’t just crack it open like a bad soufflé. Don’t get me wrong: I’ll do it myself if the alternative is war, but let’s explore our options.”
Jenny had expected someone to take umbrage with her orders, but she hadn't been certain it would be her new Chief Science Officer. With a sigh, she fished a cigarette from her inside pocket and fumbled with the lighter as he continued to speak. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't a terrible plan, but there was a lot riding on the Cardassians playing it safe. On the other hand, getting the information out was of paramount importance, especially if the Yeager herself wasn't able to get away cleanly; what they had discovered so far, accidental or not, needed to be reported. Exhaling a cloud of smoke through her nostrils, Jenny made up her mind.
"Arwen, download everything we have on the Os'rusa and Commander Jensen's sensor contact. Prepare it for transmission to our probe, forwarding to Starfleet Command for special attention to Starfleet Intelligence and Starfleet Tactical. Append the following to the header: Operation Bismarck. Understood?"
Shifting slightly in her chair, Jenny drummed on her armrests. If she acted too cautiously, the Os'rusa would be on them and they'd be stuck. If she acted too rashly, they'd give their position away and be in a similar situation. Though this wasn't quite the Kobayashi Maru scenario, it wasn't far off, especially now that she had a hundred or so frozen civilians in her Cargo Bays.
"T'Lari, we'll take the Franklin with us for now; we should probably attempt to salvage her even if just to make her a museum. But the moment it looks like the Os'rusa knows we're here, I want you to drop the Franklin into the atmosphere. Nothing fancy, just enough that she burns up. We might even convince the Cardassians that it was us."
“The Franklin is a piece of history! We can’t just crack it open like a bad soufflé. Don’t get me wrong: I’ll do it myself if the alternative is war, but let’s explore our options.”
Jenny had expected someone to take umbrage with her orders, but she hadn't been certain it would be her new Chief Science Officer. With a sigh, she fished a cigarette from her inside pocket and fumbled with the lighter as he continued to speak. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't a terrible plan, but there was a lot riding on the Cardassians playing it safe. On the other hand, getting the information out was of paramount importance, especially if the Yeager herself wasn't able to get away cleanly; what they had discovered so far, accidental or not, needed to be reported. Exhaling a cloud of smoke through her nostrils, Jenny made up her mind.
"Arwen, download everything we have on the Os'rusa and Commander Jensen's sensor contact. Prepare it for transmission to our probe, forwarding to Starfleet Command for special attention to Starfleet Intelligence and Starfleet Tactical. Append the following to the header: Operation Bismarck. Understood?"
Shifting slightly in her chair, Jenny drummed on her armrests. If she acted too cautiously, the Os'rusa would be on them and they'd be stuck. If she acted too rashly, they'd give their position away and be in a similar situation. Though this wasn't quite the Kobayashi Maru scenario, it wasn't far off, especially now that she had a hundred or so frozen civilians in her Cargo Bays.
"T'Lari, we'll take the Franklin with us for now; we should probably attempt to salvage her even if just to make her a museum. But the moment it looks like the Os'rusa knows we're here, I want you to drop the Franklin into the atmosphere. Nothing fancy, just enough that she burns up. We might even convince the Cardassians that it was us."