[Stron & Gault, shuttle Obelix]
The response from the Perseus came back first as an alarm chimed on Stron's console.
"They are acquiring a weapons lock." Stron reported in his characteristic Vulcan deadpan.
"Aw, Shi-" Gault was cut off by the view screen activating and a harried looking lieutenant demanding that they identify themselves.
"Woah, woah, woah, sweetheart! Let's all put our guns down and talk about this!" Gault replied. "I'm Tribunas Gault - former acting LTJG, Morgan LeFay if it helps - This here's Ensign Stron. We're here for help. And I guess to help...probably too."
The lieutenant visibly relaxed and Gault could see her bridge lights normalize as a red alert was canceled.
=/\= I'm so glad to see you guys. You don't know how bad it is here, but there is a base on the planet. Transfer them this code as your request transport, =/\=
"Alright, now we're getting somewhere. Thank you - much obliged for not blowing us up, I know everybody's a bit on edge these days." Gault said, "Maybe I'll be seeing you down there. Uh...Obelix out."
Stron examined the code that the Perseus had transmitted to them. It was a fairly standard Starfleet transport requisition for secure areas.
"I am setting the shuttle to keep station with the Perseus," Stron announced, "The craft should be able to withstand the nebular radiation for some time if we need to return to it."
"Yeah, fine," Gault agreed, "Kind of a hunk of junk anyway. I need a new ship. But hey! That LT sure gave me her codes fast, huh? I think she was into me. Who knows, maybe we'll have to repopulate the human race, eh?"
"There is something very wrong with you, Mr. Gault." Stron commented, "I can only hope that there is a human psychologist at this base qualified to treat your delusions lest you doom us all."
"Always with the jokes, huh, Stron?" Gault jibed as he transmitted the code requesting transport to the base below.
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Chris Van Drimmelen

FCO Ens. Stron
USS Broadsword
chrisvandrimmelen@gmail.com