"Thank you, Lieutenant," Stron said to Hartman. "Be seein' you around, darlin'" Gault added with a wink. His trod-upon foot could only be a good sign...at least in Gault's mind. As Hartman turned to leave, Stron turned to Gault. "Mr. Gault, you are not here as a Starfleet officer. While I appreciate your assistance in getting here, it would be most appropriby C_VanD - USS Perseus
She lowered her weapon in disappointed as she said to Gault, "Darn. I wanted to blast you too," as she smiled at him. Adele slung her weapon over her shoulder as she stuck out her hand for a handshake. "Welcome to Safe Haven, Ensign Stron," said the Lieutenant as she completely ignored Gault, "I apologize for the rough greeting. We can't be too careful these days. I'mby C_VanD - USS Perseus
Stron and Gault found themselves on a very ordinary looking Starfleet transporter pad...surrounded by a squad of Starfleet security officers pointing the business end of their phaser rifles at them. "Identify yourselves," the lieutenant at their head demanded. "Again with the 'identify yourselves,'" Gault said with mock exasperation as he raised his hands in mock surby C_VanD - USS Perseus
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 gunby C_VanD - USS Perseus
"Looks like she's running on minimal power" Gault observed "Most of the lights are off anyway - wonder if anybody's home?" "It is highly irregular that we have not been hailed," Stron concurred, "our presence should have set off just as many proximity alarms on their bridge." "Maybe they had to abandon ship or something...maybe we just foundby C_VanD - USS Perseus
The interior of the cargo shuttle was freezing...almost literally. In order give themselves more range, its occupants had cut the environmental controls to the bare minimum. It would only buy them about an extra week or so, but both men figured that they'd be dead by that time anyway if they hadn't managed to locate a ship or station that was a little more capable than their current transpoby C_VanD - USS Perseus
Long Range Cargo Shuttle "Obelix" Registry Number ECSR-3294F-A1by C_VanD - USS Perseus
As suddenly as the warp core coolant system failed, the issue resolved itself. Or rather, Cindy resolved it. A useful asset indeed. Lt. Tate was not receiving a response via her telepathic hails. There was no more time to wait. "Beginning high speed pass on the Perseus," he announced, "Lt. Tate, we should pass close enough for a short, line-of-sight communication burstby C_VanD - USS Perseus
As he set up for his run, Stron's console lit up like a proverbial Terran Christmas tree - far too much red and flashing for comfort. "Captain," he reported, "the warp core is going critical. Breach in 60 seconds. Power is fluctuating across the board." He could keep them flying using the impulse and auxiliary generators, but a core breach would put a sudden and deby C_VanD - USS Perseus
["using physics to my advantage"] Cindy was a useful asset, but her eagerness to help could be childlike and naive at times. Perhaps a by-product of her nature as an emotional yet non-biological being. Stron tried to take her input as intended. "Thank you, Cindy. I am...aware." He replied simply. He had been attempting to buy time for the shields to recharge since thby C_VanD - USS Perseus
The source of the torpedoes quickly became apparent as the ship closed - a Defiant class starship. They began making close attack runs on the Broadsword almost immediately. Stron was good, but a Defiant could match an Akira class starship for firepower in a much more maneuverable package. Their foe clearly knew what they were doing, as they were able to transport several...somethings aboarby C_VanD - USS Perseus
"I'm showing several incoming torpedoes! Someone knows we're here and they don't seem happy to see us," said Tate. Kev nodded and said to Stron, "Ensign, evasive maneuvers. Try to avoid as much of the torpedoes as possible." "Acknowledged," Stron clipped, keying in the evasive sequence that he had prepared earlier. "Attempting to evade torpedo fire.by C_VanD - USS Perseus
"Aye, sir," Stron responded to th'Zarath's order, "maintaining uniform distance from the planet for sensor sweep." So far nothing out of the ordinary appeared to be happening either in local space or on the planet. He was, however, ready for that to change at a moment's notice.by C_VanD - USS Perseus
Stron listened in, as he often did, to the exchange as Lt. Tate's cybernetic assistant introduced herself to the Captain. He seemed to take it in stride, which was possibly a good sign if it could be taken as an indicator of his temperament. Strong did, however, find it curious that the conversation turned quickly toward Cindy's emotional capacity. Fascinating that an artificial being woulby C_VanD - USS Perseus
"Aye, sir, answering one quarter impulse," Stron responded to the Captain's order, "Heading adjusted one one two mark two point five." HE listened as Lt. Tate outlined their options for detection within the system. Hopefully the measures at their disposal would be sufficient given the implied impressive nature of the installation's defensive capabilities. Logically, iby C_VanD - USS Perseus
Happy holidays to my ACTD friends far and near!by C_VanD - USS Perseus
Stron re-entered the bridge and relieved the duty helm as he had originally intended. Upon assuming control of the station he keyed the comm =/\= Helm to engineering. Prepare to burst to maximum warp to our destination =/\= Given the short distance remaining (astronomically speaking), a burst would put them right on top of their destination in short order. The Captain must be impatieby C_VanD - USS Perseus
"Aye, sir," Stron responded to the request to increase speed. A short burst at maximum warp should accomplish the desired effect while causing no lasting disruption to the Broadsword's engines or power systems. The Captain dismissed the senior officers and headed for the bridge. Stron rose and did the same.by C_VanD - USS Perseus
Stron listened intently as the Captain outlined their new mission. So they were to come to the aid of the Perseus and deal with a biohazard mission. Stron was somewhat perturbed by his shipmates' immediate jump from th'Zarath's assertion that the creatures that they were facing were "like zombies" to actually referring to them as zombies in the briefing. To him, this was linguiby C_VanD - USS Perseus
Stron sat quietly as other officers entered the conference room. Though few who didn't know him would guess based on his typically Vulcan neutral expression and rigid posture, listening to the banter of his shipmates was...comforting to him (though he seldom joined in). The Cadet Science Officer piqued Stron's interest. He was not familiar with the man. Furthermore his statements inquby C_VanD - USS Perseus
Stron was on his way to the bridge to relieve the duty helm when the order came over the comm to assemble in the conference room. He didn't even need to pause or re-direct. Convenient. Stron stepped off the turbolift and proceeded through the back of the bridge and into the conference room. As was customary, he took nothing from the replicator as many of his colleagues were fond of duriby C_VanD - USS Perseus
Stron set the Potomac down with his customary precision. As he powered down the flight systems and opened the hatch, the transition to a higher gravity environment became apparent. It was more severe than stepping into his quarters on the Broadsword where he kept the AG slightly above 1 for familiarity's sake, but not so high that his human compatriots would find it uncomfortable should theby C_VanD - USS Broadsword
Stron had finished preparing the Potomac. In all honesty, there was little left to be done, the cremates who he had left in charge during the red alert had been very efficient. He headed for the turbolift. The tour of the ship should be nearly complete and everyone else would be heading for the conference room. As he exited the turbolift onto the bridge, he could see that his timing wasby C_VanD - USS Broadsword
As the diplomatic procession left the shuttle bay, Stron slipped quietly to the side and returned to the Potomac. All of the pre-flights were completed, as he knew they would be. He merely wished to be certain that everything was as it should be for the trip to the Sabeen home world. The exchange with the Romulan commander bothered him. There was no way that he was here on a mission sanby C_VanD - USS Broadsword
I was at a conference the past few days and didn't get a chance to check in - looks like Stron was going to pick up the delegation, then they arrived in their own shuttle? I assume I'm keeping the Potomac on standby since they want us to go down to the planet after the tour? Sorry, I missed over 80 posts while I was gone, y'all have been busy!by C_VanD - USS Broadsword
Moments later, Stron emerged from the turbolift and headed for the helm. The relief helm officer handed the station off quickly and silently. The Broadsword had been maneuvered between the Sabeen and Romulan ships. It still looked as though the Romulans in the system were heavily outgunned by the Broadsword. Scout ships were not designed for a fight, so the greater danger lay in the factby C_VanD - USS Broadsword
Stron watched the Sabeen ship enter warp successfully from the cockpit of the Potomac. It wouldn't be long before the first-contact team would have need of the smaller vessel, so he began the power-up sequence. As he worked, the all-too-familiar red-alert klaxon began to blare throughout the bay. Crew members hurried to their action stations. "Mister Daniels, take over!" Stronby C_VanD - USS Broadsword
=/\=Stron to Bridge. The USS Potomac is standing by for launch.=/\=by C_VanD - USS Broadsword
Stron finished his pre-flight checks aboard the Potomac. Everything showed green across the board. The decision to use a shuttlecraft was logical for this mission. First contacts could be tricky enough without introducing the added complexity of introducing a new culture to transporters. Stron was only half focused on the first contact aspects of this mission. The Romulans in the sysby C_VanD - USS Broadsword