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Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Coronado, Deck 7; Seven Forward – 1030


The Minister’s breath caught in his chest when the Coronado’s hull vibrated and hummed as the craft dropped out of warp. His eyes widened as, beyond the lounge’s expansive windows, the ethereal streaking of subspace was suddenly stolen from his gaze and replaced with the view of a great swath of asteroids, roiling lazily yet forebodingly over the starscape. “Almost time,” he murmured, swallowing the ever-present lump in his throat and reaching for his drink with a faintly trembling hand. Rather than being rewarded with the cool feel of the glass in his fingers, though, his transfixion with the scene beyond the window was broken by a sudden, vice-like gripping of his wrist that stayed his hand’s progress. A startled yipping sound almost escaped him, then, but was impeded by that cursed lump he had been unable to swallow…

“Relax, Minister,” the Attaché’s voice hissed in his ear, “your skittishness draws unnecessary attention.”

…The Minister tensed all the more as his eyes ripped away from the view beyond the windows and fell, first, to where the Attaché’s grip had pinned his wrist to the table and, then, lifted (hesitantly) in protest to meet the glowering countenance of his partner in this endeavor. “Let. Me. Go.” The Minister demanded, trying in vain to wrest his arm from the other man’s grasp. “No one in here is paying me a fraction of the scrutiny that you are.”

The Attaché’s grip tightened all the more, the orangish skin at his knuckles reddening a bit with the force of it. “Sure of that, are you?” he growled in reply, “Everywhere you have gone aboard this ship in the past days, Minister, you have been as flighty and erratic as a schalla moth. You do not think that that hasn’t drawn eyes to you? To us?”

“I… I…” the Minister stammered impotently, trying not to wince at the pain caused by the Attaché’s grip.

“You,” the Attaché hissed through clenched teeth masked as a smile, “will finish your drink, Minister. Then, you will return to your quarters where you will remain until this is finished. Should you draw any more attention to yourself than you already have, I swear to you, our brothers aboard the Stormspike will not be the only ones to have given their lives for our cause. Am I clear?”

“Y-yes,” the Minister kowtowed, “I…uh..”

“For strength,” the Attaché rumbled loosening his grip on the Minster’s wrist, “and honor.”


“F-for strength a-and,” the Minister quietly parroted as his cohort retreated back across the table, “a-and honor.” His fingers, at last, found the glass, curled around it, and lifted it to his lips. His nervous gaze flitted away from the Attaché’s repulsed glare and, as he poured the scarlet liqueur down his throat in hopes of finally swallowing that lump, returned to the scene beyond the windows… and he wondered, not for the first time, if there was truly any honor in what was about to happen.


Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Deck 1; Bridge – 1053

“Captain” Lt Berk’s voice sounded over the Red Alert klaxon, “they’re firing disruptors!”

A nano-second following the Tactical Officer’s interjection, the interloping ship spewed forth its purplish energy bolts against two of the Rytain ships.

“Intercept initiated, Captain,” Tochi called out, his fingers flying over the CONN, “Point and grunt, sir, and we’re there!”

“Get us in phaser range, Lieutenant,” Drake ordered, “I’d rather not fire torpedoes in this situation if I can help it.”

“Phaser range, aye,” the Trill acknowledged, adjusting the Peregrine’s heading and velocity even as he shunted telemetry data back to TAC for firing solutions…

Lieutenant Lasad spoke up from the Ops station. “Captain, the attacking vessel is transmitting as the KDF Stormspike, a Kuldarian vessel. It seems odd, though - this ship design is at least fifty years out of date - if not more - and the energy signatures make no sense whatsoever. They shouldn't even have the power plant capable of energizing disruptors of that magnitude, let alone operate a cloaking device.” Left unspoken was the obvious point that both disruptors and cloaking technology were both beyond everything understood to be with reach of Kuldarian vessels of any type, let alone ancient ones.

“One of the Rytainian vessels has been destroyed, Captain,” Dio continued, “The other is badly damaged. The Stormspike is firing another volley!”

Damn! Tochi grimaced as he cued more power from the engines and maneuvered Peregrine into optimum position for a volley from the phaser banks. His eyes ticked from the viewer to his console, absorbing the various data at a glance and overlapping it with what he physically saw on the viewer…

“Open hailing frequencies, again,” Drake barked, “KDF Stormspike! Cease and desist your attack at once or you will be destroyed! I will not offer another warning!”

…In that glance at the console and the frenzy of mathematical and tactical equations it had set off in the Trill helmsman’s mind, something about the Kuldaran fleet’s reaction to the attack struck him as odd. If the Stormspike’s attack was part of a planned ambush, it would have made sense for the KDF fleet to have been readied to support and, yet, not a one of the Kuldaran vessels had even hinted at being prepared for such a thing. What are they waiting for?
“Captain,” Berk called out as the Stormspike’s icon disappeared from the CONN’s telemetry and nav displays, “the enemy vessel has recloaked.”

Tochi’s mind flashed through calculations – bouncing the Stormspike’s last recorded location, velocity, and bearing against the vessel’s technical capabilities and course adjustment probabilities – in hopes of extrapolating where the insurgent craft might likely appear next. Even as he began to queue the various possibilities into his console, shunting the relevant data to TAC, OPS, and Science as necessary, he heard Ambassador Threel’s voice rise above the din of activity.

“You and your treacherous kind! There can be no peace while your murderous species continues to consume oxygen!”

“This is not an official act of my government,” the Kuldaran ambassador responded, sounding genuinely shocked, “I am certain of this. We came here in the true hope of peace.”

“Liar!” Threel spat. “Yet another Kuldaran ambush!...”

We’re not certain that’s what this is, Ambassador, Tochi didn’t quite manage to say aloud. While both the Kuldar and Rytain fleets had, by this time, begun to react to the Stormspike’s incursion, each of them appeared to be taking defensive postures… at least, initially. The Trill entered several more contingencies into his console, hoping to have the quickest response solution at hand when the time came. On the bridge behind him, the inflammatory exchange between Threel and D’Lar had only escalated.

“…Can you never speak the truth, you filthy cur? The evidence is before us, borne in the blood of my people, once again spilled for no reason!”

“Captain, please, I beg of you - listen to me,” D’Lar implored, “I know that this is not a Kuldarian attack - my grandsire served on the Stormspike, but she was lost with all hands some forty years ago while on field operations in Rytainian territory. All of her crew were given burials when I was a child. We searched for her for months, but she was never found, and her last transmission indicated that life support had been breached, that all lives were lost.”

"Field operations??? You mean, an attack run to kill Rytainian children! Do not disguise your bloodlust behind flowery words!"

This is the same disparity in our expectations of the two that’s been plucking at our nerves since the reception, Tochi mused, trying very hard to remain focused on his job at the helm as opposed to playing XO and interceding in a situation that Silas would certainly address at any moment.

“Enough, Ambassador Threel,” Drake snapped as if on cue, “You will sit down and be silent, or you will be removed from my bridge.”

Tochi didn’t need to glance back in order to know that Threel had been cowed by the Captain’s threat. The Rytain ambassador instantly fell silent.

“Hail the Coronado,” Drake ordered once Threel had shrunk back into his seat, “Captain Jacobs will need to be informed of this intel…”

“Captain,” Tochi called out, then, prepared to share his observations in regards to the Kuldaran fleet’s response to the Stormspike’s assault, “We tend to concur with Ambassador D’Lar’s estima…”

The sudden blaring of another alarm cut him off and Lasad looked up, wide eyed, from the OPS console. “Captain,” the Risian man reported, “I’m detecting a significant explosion aboard the Coronado! I’ll need to see the official damage report, but it appears that the explosion may have involved their torpedo launcher! Their shields are holding but are significantly weakened – they are down to sixty-two percent capacity.”

“But no one fired,” Tochi murmured incredulously, his gaze dancing back and forth between viewscreen and console displays, “What the frill is going on here?!”

“Captain,” Asovil’s voice called out, then, “With your permission I would like to polarize the hull. If the Stormspike has the means to attack from a cloaked position, we need to insure that we aren’t taken by surprise. Polarizing the hull will help sturdy the Peregrine’s structure against energy attacks among other things.”

As he turned in his own seat to address the Captain, Tochi’s eyes met Asovil’s for the flickering of an instant and he offered her tight smile and nodded his concurrence with the Andorian woman’s suggestion. “We might also add, Captain,” he said, his gaze framing Silas and the Ambassadors, now, “Our observations suggest that neither the Kuldaran or Rytainian fleets reacted as if they had any foreknowledge of the Stormspike’s attack. Neither have we seen any evidence that the explosion aboard the Coronado is the result of weapons-fire…” He scowled as his gaze panned slowly from D’Lar to Threel. “…If you don’t mind our saying, sir,” the Trill offered, levelly meeting Silas’ eyes, now, “We believe that D’Lar is speaking the truth…”

((OOC: Stopping there for the time being… I’ve got a little something else in the works back aboard the Coronado but this much should give us enough to keep rolling. ))



Posted on 2017-04-13 at 12:09:38.
Edited on 2017-04-13 at 12:10:16 by Eol Fefalas

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As The Caissons.......

Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Security Section – 1055


The door to the security room slid open and Ens. Blockmon rushed in grabbing a side arm from the cabinet.

John waved Linda over.

Chief Brooks quickly gave them the early facts.

“An older Kaldarian ship with Cloaking and powerful disruptors uncloaked and fired into two of the Rytain ships.”


John looked over the Chief’s shoulder. “The Kaldar’s technology has not advanced that far. If they had this all along they would have put it in their most advanced ships and conquered the Ryain."

John mused to himself, This is starting to seems familiar.

Tipping in his security code, “We need to keep up on events.. I’m opening the com from the bridge.”


=/\= "Enough, Ambassador Threel. You will sit down and be silent, or you will be removed from my bridge." =/\=


=/\= "Hail the Coronado, Captain Jacobs will need to be informed of this intel…..=/\=

Another alarm sounded.

=/\= Captain, I'm detecting a significant explosion aboard the Coronado! I'll need to see the official damage report, but it appears that the explosion may have involved their torpedo launcher! Their shields are holding, but are significantly weakened - they are down to sixty-two percent capacity." =/\=


Standing back Reid turned to Blackmon, “Ensign, take command of the Torpedo Magazines. You’re the best Caissons officer we’ve got. Keep things safe and ready there, this may get hot fast.”



Posted on 2017-04-15 at 21:26:35.
Edited on 2017-04-16 at 20:23:19 by Odyson

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Caissons Officer, I like that! :)

Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Security Section – 1055


The door to the security room slid open and Ens. Blackmon rushed in grabbing a side arm from the cabinet.

John waved Linda over.

Chief Brooks quickly gave them the early facts.

“An older Kaldarian ship with Cloaking and powerful disruptors uncloaked and fired into two of the Rytain ships.”


John looked over the Chief’s shoulder. “The Kaldar’s technology has not advanced that far. If they had this all along they would have put it in their most advanced ships and conquered the Ryain."

John mused to himself, This is starting to seems familiar.

Tipping in his security code, “We need to keep up on events.. I’m opening the com from the bridge.”


=/\= "Enough, Ambassador Threel. You will sit down and be silent, or you will be removed from my bridge." =/\=


=/\= "Hail the Coronado, Captain Jacobs will need to be informed of this intel…..=/\=

Another alarm sounded.

=/\= Captain, I'm detecting a significant explosion aboard the Coronado! I'll need to see the official damage report, but it appears that the explosion may have involved their torpedo launcher! Their shields are holding, but are significantly weakened - they are down to sixty-two percent capacity." =/\=

Standing back Reid turned to Blackmon, “Ensign, take command of the Torpedo Magazines. You’re the best Caissons officer we’ve got. Keep things safe and ready there, this may get hot fast.”

“Aye sir,” Blackmon responded, but she paused before going.

“Lt. Reid,” she said with a little apprehension, “Sir, from what we just heard there was an explosion on the Coronado, it sounds internal and may be sabotage. May I suggest that we send Security teams to the other critical areas, like Main Engineering and Deflector control. I'll take another crewman with me and secure the Torpedo magazines and launchers.”

(Room for response).

Ens. Blackmon nodded, turned and almost bumped into Security Crewman Albert Smith, she signaled him to follow her. He grabbed a phaser rifle from the security cabinet and hurried to catch up with her.

“Crewman Smith,” she said as he ran up and matched her pace, “we are to secure the Torpedo Magazine. There was an internal explosion on the Coronado, and it may have been sabotage.”

Crewman Smith looked surprised, but then nodded as they entered the turbolift, “Yes Ma am.”

Entering the turbolift, Ens. Blackmon directed it to Deck 2 where the Torpedo magazines were located. She knew that not only the Torpedoes were stored there and fed to the Launchers, but there was also the components to build more if needed. These components could easily be turned into a bomb if the person knew their stuff. The Torpedo magazines were a restricted area, but so were they on the Coronado, so she wasn't going to take any chances.

Once she reached the magazine, she would secure it and post Crewman Smith outside the door while she went in and made sure everything there was alright and to make sure the magazine was ready for action.




Posted on 2017-04-17 at 09:25:00.
Edited on 2017-04-17 at 09:25:58 by Boo Boo

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BTW.......

Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Security Section – 1055


“Lt. Reid,” she said with a little apprehension, “Sir, from what we just heard there was an explosion on the Coronado, it sounds internal and may be sabotage. May I suggest that we send Security teams to the other critical areas, like Main Engineering and Deflector control. I'll take another crewman with me and secure the Torpedo magazines and launchers.”

John looked over to Ens. Blackmon. "Those stations will have the crewman there as their assigned battle station, but I'll have the Chief do a check... good observation Ensign...and you know the magazine better then any of us and should notice anything out the normal....By the way.. watch your systems...that glitch in the sickbay equipment might be isolated but I'd hate to have the loaders go haywire..be ready to go manual.. take some extra muscle just in case.

Ens. Blackmon nodded, turned and almost bumped into Security Crewman Albert Smith, she signaled him to follow her. He grabbed a phaser rifle from the security cabinet and hurried to catch up with her.

“Crewman Smith,” she said as he ran up and matched her pace, “we are to secure the Torpedo Magazine. There was an internal explosion on the Coronado, and it may have been sabotage.”
Crewman Smith looked surprised, but then nodded as they entered the turbolift, “Yes Ma am.”

Posted on 2017-04-18 at 19:33:39.
Edited on 2017-04-19 at 11:18:38 by Odyson

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Fearing the unknown...

Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Security Section – 1100

Haemis stood staring down at the console at the power distribution readings his mind ablaze thinking about the engineering crew and the potential loss of life on the Coronado, then something slowly started to creep into his feelings, dread. He stood erect looking around the engine room his eyes darting from place to place, and to the various nearby consoles. "Caity..." he said.

"Huh?" she asked looking up from her console.

He blinked at her a few times, pondering what he should say. "I want you to do a quick walk of the impulse systems, and life support right now, look for anything out of the ordinary." he said, then pulled one out himself and began configuring it to scan for substances that were not natural to Starfleet technologies. "I'm going to take a look around here." he said.

He activated the scanner, and set it to a short range more precise scan, and walked to the door as Caity exited. Slowly he started walking the length of room, towards the Warp Reactor. He fished a hand up and hit his communicator. "McTavish to..." he had to think of his name. "Crewman Akig!" he said.

There was a momentary pause. "Akig here!"

"Crewman, get a tricorder! I want you to take a scan of our defensive system spaces. Make sure there is nothing out of the ordinary! Quickly"

"Is this because of what happen.." he started but Haemis cut him off.

"Quickly Crewman, no time for chatter Lad!" he said closing the channel with a quick tap. He slowly made the circuit around the engine room, then stepped onto the small elevator to take him to the upper level continuing his scan.

Haemis hit his communicator again. "McTavish to Petty Officer Peers!" he said stopping and adjusting his scanner.

"Peers here chief!" came the young Trills voice.

"Get a tricorder, I want ye to go to the computer core, and scan for anything out of the ordinary!" he said.

"Aye sir, on it!" she said with a hint of determination and excitement. He heard the tell tale beep of the channel closing.

He followed up again, "McTavish to Lieutenant Larson!" he was making an effort to not start a panic but contacting each team member directly and trying to convey the sense of urgency without giving too much away.

It took a moment before the mans deep voice called back. "Larsen, go ahead!"

"Mr. Larson, take a tricorder and visit the Main life support system spaces and take scans looking for anything out of the ordinary!" he said.

"Aye, Larson out!" called back the baritone voice.

Haemis finished his circuit and stopped now looking down at the warp core through the glass floor, his attention on the scanner as it provided him with the results of the scan. "Please be bloody negative!" he said under his breath.


Posted on 2017-04-21 at 22:19:09.

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the plot thickens...

Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 1056


Captain Drake barely had time to process Lieutenant Zai beginning his thought when Berk interrupted with news of the explosion aboard the Coronado. Silas felt an inexplicable anger wash over him at the report of the damage, felt his hands ball into fists at his side. While he was certain that the cloaked vessel was not directly responsible for the attack (Tochi again seemed to agree), only a fool would presume that the events were unrelated.

"Captain," the voice of Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas called out. "With your permission, I would like to polarize the hull. If the Stormspike has the means to attack from a cloaked position, we need to ensure that we aren't taken by surprise. Polarizing the hull will help sturdy the Peregrine's structure against energy attacks among other things."

Drake nodded in response to the ingenious suggestion. "I see no evidence that they actually fired on the Corondao, Lieutenant, but discretion would be the better part of valor, here. Make it happen."

With a moment to take a breath, Tochi spoke up again. "We might also add, Captain," he said, his gaze framing Silas and the Ambassadors, now, "Our observations suggest that neither the Kuldaran or Rytainian fleets reacted as if they had any foreknowledge of the Stormspike's attack. Neither have we seen any evidence that the explosion aboard the Coronado is the result of weapons-fire..." He scowled as his gaze panned slowly from D'Lar to Threel. "...If you don’t mind our saying, sir," the Trill offered, levelly meeting Silas' eyes, now, "We believe that D'Lar is speaking the truth..."

Drake double checked the displays; Tochi was, of course, correct in assessing the situation. Both fleets were forming as if the attack were unexpected, as if they were the targets of the actions. Why would the Kuldar send one vessel and not follow up with the might of their fleet?

The Captain nodded in assent. "Lieutenant Zai, I believe that you are correct. I won't yet venture to guess who is behind this attack, but it seems highly unlikely to be an act of the Kuldarian government... though I presume that we are, in fact, expected to believe that it is."

The words had barely passed Drake's lips when Threel shot to a standing position. "This is an outrage!" he bleated behind a clenched fist. "My people are savagely attacked, murdered in a filthy Kuldarian sneak attack, and you would absolve them of this crime?"

Crimson rage bubbled across the Captain's countenance for a brief moment. "Ambassador Threel, I am quite certain that I did not stutter when instructed you to sit and be silent. You have become a major distraction, and a lack of focus could cost lives." Drake's gaze settled on Threel's escort. "Petty officer, escort the ambassador to his quarters at once, please, where he will remain until danger has passed. If he resists, stun him and drag him to the brig."

Petty Officer Brady nodded and stepped close to the Ambassador. "Aye, sir," he replied.

Threel was livid enough for spittle to form at his lips. "How dare you! I have status! You have no right! I will see that..." as the escort reached for his arm, Threel jerked away, and Drake nodded. When the security officer reached for his sidearm, Threel blanched, hung his head, and allowed himself to be led to the turbolift.

As the duo stepped off of the bridge, Silas tried to not think of the fact that he had likely just signed the papers forfeiting his command - if not an actual court martial. But now was not the time to worry about hurt feelings, even if they did represent governments - there were lives at stake.

He spoke up. "Mister Lasad, Mister Sh'iraolnas - find me that frakking ship."

Suddenly, Dio spoke up. "Captain, the Coronado is hailing us."

Silas nodded. "Put them onscreen."

The main viewscreen display shifted to that of the Coronado's bridge. Captain Jacobs, looking rather harried, was the focal point.

"Mister Drake," he spat in his icy accent, "what exactly are you doing? You have failed not only to secure the rendezvous zone, but you have also allowed harm to come to my ship!"

For a split second, Silas was rendered speechless by the audacity of the ranking officer. "Sir," he protested, "our sensors indicate that your damage came from an internal explosion, not from an attack. And we were hardly prepared to deal with a cloaked vessel here..."

Jacobs cut him off. "Clearly, you should have been so prepared, Commander. And now, this entire summit is about to devolve into a bloodbath! What is your plan of action?"

Captain Drake took a deep breath before speaking. "Sir, we are en route to the last known position of the attacking vessel, and will deal with her when she decloaks. Given the damage you have suffered, perhaps you should withdraw to a safer location until the threat is dealt with?"

The older officer actually chortled. "Hardly. Let alone the fact that I will not turn tail and flee from the likes of these, where would you have me go? Into the asteroid field and further ambush? To a space station of unknown allegiance? No, we will stay where we are. Form up on us and protect this vessel. Prepare for an attack run against the Kuldarian forces."

Silas actually found himself speechless for a moment. "An attack run? But sir, we have excellent reason to believe that the Kuldar are not behind this attack! If we fire on their vessels, it will be a clear act of war."

Jacobs growled in return. "Mister Drake, don't be an idiot. A Kuldarian vessel has attacked two other ships, to say nothing of the damage we have sustained. Federation lives have been lost, the initial act of war has already been committed. You have your orders, show some respect to the uniform and follow them. Jacobs out."

With that, the connection was cut, and the view returned to the situation outside.









Posted on 2017-04-26 at 01:04:37.
Edited on 2017-04-26 at 01:05:25 by t_catt11

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Red rover, red rover...

Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.8 )
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Main Bridge – 10:56


“Captain,” she turns to face Silas, antennae perched in a forward anticipatory position on the back of her head. “With your permission I would like to polarize the hull. If the Stormspike has the means to attack from a cloaked position, we need to insure that we aren’t taken by surprise. Polarizing the hull will help sturdy the Peregrine’s structure against energy attacks among other things.”

Drake nods in response to the ingenious suggestion. "I see no evidence that they actually fired on the Corondao, Lieutenant, but discretion would be the better part of valor, here. Make it happen."

Asovil dips her head in acknowledgement and turns back to her console just as Tochi speaks up again. "We might also add, Captain," he says, his gaze framing Silas and the Ambassadors, now, "Our observations suggest that neither the Kuldaran or Rytainian fleets reacted as if they had any foreknowledge of the Stormspike's attack. Neither have we seen any evidence that the explosion aboard the Coronado is the result of weapons-fire..." He scowls as his gaze pans slowly from D'Lar to Threel. "...If you don’t mind our saying, sir," the Trill offers, levelly meeting Silas' eyes, now, "We believe that D'Lar is speaking the truth."

Fully focusing on her task of polerizing the hull, Lt. Asovil Sh’iraolnas barely registers the logic used by the Trill and the subsequent response from the captain.

"Lieutenant Zai,” Silas’ level tone drifts past the numbers she’s entering into the computer. “I believe that you are correct. I won't yet venture to guess who is behind this attack, but it seems highly unlikely to be an act of the Kuldarian government... though I presume that we are, in fact, expected to believe that it is."

The words had barely passed Drake's lips when Threel objects with a passion. "This is an outrage!" he bleats. "My people are savagely attacked, murdered in a filthy Kuldarian sneak attack, and you would absolve them of this crime?"

Completing the command, the Peregrine’s CSO activates the hull polarization and watches intently as the diagram of the ship graphically illustrates the coverage, a section of the screen designated for the charge integrity percentage.

"Ambassador Threel,” Captain Drake’s temper is kaput. “I am quite certain that I did not stutter when instructed you to sit and be silent. You have become a major distraction, and a lack of focus could cost lives. Petty officer, escort the ambassador to his quarters at once, please, where he will remain until danger has passed. If he resists, stun him and drag him to the brig."

"Aye, sir," the Petty Officer replies. Having served in the Imperial Guard, rubbernecking (as the humans called it) is a known disregard for discipline and Asovil maintains her attention on the screen in front of her with the strictest adherence to the cause.

Threel lividly spits his indignation. "How dare you! I have status! You have no right! I will see that..." Something transpires behind the science officer that silences the ambassador and shortly thereafter the turbolift doors open and close.

Silas speaks into the resounding silence that follows. "Mister Lasad, Mister Sh'iraolnas - find me that frakking ship."

Restraining a wince and flinch through her shoulders, Asovil clenches her jaw and thinks. To her knowledge there’s no way to detect a cloaked vessel. She has read discourse containing mounds of supposition but nothing yet has been conclusive. As a matter-of-fact, most scientists in the Federation believe it to be out of reach of their current technology.

Suddenly, Dio informs them, "Captain, the Coronado is hailing us."

"Put them onscreen," Silas responds.

Some of the greatest minds in science and engineering have tackled the problem of revealing a cloaked ship and now Captain Silas Drake wants her to succeed where so many others have failed. Furrowing her brow, Asovil closes her eyes in an attempt to drown out the noise from the Bridge and focus on the problem at hand.

"Mister Drake," Jacobs’ icy tone penetrates her thoughts, "what exactly are you doing? You have failed not only to secure the rendezvous zone, but you have also allowed harm to come to my ship!"

"Sir," Drake protests, "our sensors indicate that your damage came from an internal explosion, not from an attack. And we were hardly prepared to deal with a cloaked vessel here—"

Jacobs cuts him off. "Clearly, you should have been so prepared, Commander. And now, this entire summit is about to devolve into a bloodbath! What is your plan of action?"

Captain Drake takes a deep breath, "Sir, we are en route to the last known position of the attacking vessel, and will deal with her when she decloaks. Given the damage you have suffered, perhaps you should withdraw to a safer location until the threat is dealt with?"

The older officer actually chortles. "Hardly. Let alone the fact that I will not turn tail and flee from the likes of these, where would you have me go? Into the asteroid field and further ambush? To a space station of unknown allegiance? No, we will stay where we are. Form up on us and protect this vessel. Prepare for an attack run against the Kuldarian forces."

Silence follows the order and Asovil continues her line of thinking. If standard sensors won’t work to detect any deviation in space, perhaps there’s another way to indicate the presence of the Stormspike. Space… detection… she suddenly feels very obtuse.

"An attack run?” Captain Drake questions, breaking the stunned silence. “But sir, we have excellent reason to believe that the Kuldar are not behind this attack! If we fire on their vessels, it will be a clear act of war."

Jacobs growls in return. "Mister Drake, don't be an idiot. A Kuldarian vessel has attacked two other ships, to say nothing of the damage we have sustained. Federation lives have been lost, the initial act of war has already been committed. You have your orders, show some respect to the uniform and follow them. Jacobs out."

With that, the connection was cut, and the view returned to the situation outside.

Lt. Sh’iraolnas pulls up her experiment and swipes the screen to duplicate the data file. Fingers fly across the commands activating changes to the telemetry and shape of the detection beam. Conical reduces the range, but expands the volume of space covered… but we already have the last known coordinates… Querying the computer, the science officer immediately receives a number of projected flight path scenarios. Tapping three in sequence she orders the computer to determine the likelihood for each before proceeding to punch in an adjustment to the dark matter detection beam, flattening it and widening the spread. The second flight path proves to have the greatest statistical likelihood. Entering the beam beginning coordinates and the arch of space, Asovil activates the sensors.

Holding her breath as the numbers appear on her monitor, the blue-skinned beauty barely takes notice of the tension in her shoulders. Nothing… it isn’t going to work. Two-thirds of the way through the scan the variance occurs. Small enough that she nearly misses it, Asovil taps the series of numbers that are within the range of deviation enlarging them and moving them into a diagram format. With the computer’s help, she’s beginning to see what isn’t there. Or rather, she’s seeing what’s not there that’s supposed to not be there.

“Captain,” Asovil hesitates for a moment before finishing. “I believe I have the Stormspike, sir. There’s an absence of dark matter at the coordinates I’ve just shared with Tactical. It has roughly the same displacement factor as the Stormspike’s dimensions.” Glancing up from her console to meet the captain’s gaze, she licks her lips. “There’s a forty-eight percent likelihood that my readings are the enemy vessel, sir. According to the computer, that is.” The computer says forty-eight percent, but I know this is it. Dark matter does not lie. What isn’t there not being there has got to be a sure sign.

The Andorian woman is not sure how much time has passed since Jacobs’ orders, but she’s desperately hoping that it isn’t too late.


Posted on 2017-04-27 at 18:28:48.
Edited on 2017-04-27 at 22:11:46 by Bromern Sal

   
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