01-05-2025, 09:02 PM
Tyra settled back into her seat as her helmsman and her CTO worked their magic in pursuit of their latest quarry. Her blue eyes shifted between the main viewscreen and her own console, which was showing tactical information as they surged forward.
Her lips quirked slightly as Maxas-Darl made it look easy to keep them in attack position and it became a full grin as Grant took advantage of the position to surgically take down the shields. She felt that itch to go ahead with the next phase but she reminded herself that hunting often required patience.
"Grant, next target at your leisure."
“Cap’n Crawford?” Tyra heard from over her shoulder and shifted in her chair to train her gaze on her hulking Chief of Security. “We got some details on the ship. Can’t identify the cargo yet but it looks inorganic and it’s not settin’ off any of the volatile substance markers. Crew of 12, all Klingon. 6 split between the bridge and the engine room, and the other 6 are chargin’ round the cargo bays. Probably hidin’ evidence and seein’ what can be flushed out an airlock. I’ve got rough deck plans thanks to Lieutenant Harriman. With your leave, I’d like to go brief my teams. We’ll be ready to go on your order.”
The redhead didn't answer immediately as she considered a few different aspects of the information dump. What would Klingons be smuggling that they were so concerned about being caught with that they would make the effort to shoot and then, flee? Were the Klingons now smuggling weapons to the Cardassians? It wasn't people, which was usually another high risk smuggling operation, but she also wasn't so stupid to think the Klingons didn't have a method of hiding items from sensors.
And there was the matter of the boarding team. As much as Tyra wanted to give Mara the free reign that she would have craved in Mara's shoes, she couldn't ignore that she was also likely giving her the rope to hang herself given her last two outbursts. It would have been easy enough for Tyra herself to accompany the team as was her usual mode but she was well aware that she was also on thin ice of a different nature and being reckless like that would likely send her through the thin ice and into the arctic water below.
"You're dismissed but take Captain Givens with you as a… diplomatic liaison of sorts," Tyra stated bluntly, even though she knew it would chafe Mara and the COS was unlikely to see it for what it was, an attempt to give her a buffer from hanging herself with all the rope Tyra was handing her.
Tyra knew she could have sent her new FO but while she expected Givens would approach the assignment like she had everything else -- observe and only step in as needed --, she felt the new FO wouldn't have been so hands off and he and Mara would likely have just slammed heads repeatedly.
You can only run interference for so long… she thought as she shot Givens a look, which the brunette merely answered with a nod as she stood up before moving towards the large COS.
Tyra couldn't deny there was a sliver of internal amusement as she wasn't sure who would enjoy her order less, Cass or Mara. She'd probably find out around the time they returned from their excursion.
== Tag! ==
Her lips quirked slightly as Maxas-Darl made it look easy to keep them in attack position and it became a full grin as Grant took advantage of the position to surgically take down the shields. She felt that itch to go ahead with the next phase but she reminded herself that hunting often required patience.
"Grant, next target at your leisure."
“Cap’n Crawford?” Tyra heard from over her shoulder and shifted in her chair to train her gaze on her hulking Chief of Security. “We got some details on the ship. Can’t identify the cargo yet but it looks inorganic and it’s not settin’ off any of the volatile substance markers. Crew of 12, all Klingon. 6 split between the bridge and the engine room, and the other 6 are chargin’ round the cargo bays. Probably hidin’ evidence and seein’ what can be flushed out an airlock. I’ve got rough deck plans thanks to Lieutenant Harriman. With your leave, I’d like to go brief my teams. We’ll be ready to go on your order.”
The redhead didn't answer immediately as she considered a few different aspects of the information dump. What would Klingons be smuggling that they were so concerned about being caught with that they would make the effort to shoot and then, flee? Were the Klingons now smuggling weapons to the Cardassians? It wasn't people, which was usually another high risk smuggling operation, but she also wasn't so stupid to think the Klingons didn't have a method of hiding items from sensors.
And there was the matter of the boarding team. As much as Tyra wanted to give Mara the free reign that she would have craved in Mara's shoes, she couldn't ignore that she was also likely giving her the rope to hang herself given her last two outbursts. It would have been easy enough for Tyra herself to accompany the team as was her usual mode but she was well aware that she was also on thin ice of a different nature and being reckless like that would likely send her through the thin ice and into the arctic water below.
"You're dismissed but take Captain Givens with you as a… diplomatic liaison of sorts," Tyra stated bluntly, even though she knew it would chafe Mara and the COS was unlikely to see it for what it was, an attempt to give her a buffer from hanging herself with all the rope Tyra was handing her.
Tyra knew she could have sent her new FO but while she expected Givens would approach the assignment like she had everything else -- observe and only step in as needed --, she felt the new FO wouldn't have been so hands off and he and Mara would likely have just slammed heads repeatedly.
You can only run interference for so long… she thought as she shot Givens a look, which the brunette merely answered with a nod as she stood up before moving towards the large COS.
Tyra couldn't deny there was a sliver of internal amusement as she wasn't sure who would enjoy her order less, Cass or Mara. She'd probably find out around the time they returned from their excursion.
== Tag! ==