= USS Rapier - Bridge =
The moment Natalia was certain the Rapier hadn't been detected by the Romulan forces, she ordered the ship to turn around and head to the edge of the Nursery at maximum speed. Though both the Chimera and the Eagle were formidable ships, they didn't stand a chance against the Romulan forces guarding the base if it came to a fight... which it no doubt would. She sat in the command seat drumming her fingers on the armrest as the ship traveled as fast as it could.
She'd already prepared a standard request message to be sent out once they reached the edge of the Nursery. Their heading would take them directly along the route of a cloaked Klingon patrol group. The Rapier wouldn't be able to detect them, but they'd see the Rapier and would make contact upon receiving the message. It was now her job to get reinforcements to make sure Bravo's mission didn't fail.
"Commander, we've reached the inner edge," Lieutenant Do'Urden reported from the helm station. "Long range sensors are becoming available."
"Drop us out of warp and broadcast the message on all Klingon channels," Natalia ordered.
"Aye, ma'am," helm responded. Her fingers danced across the console and Natalia watched the view screen as the Rapier dropped out of subspace into the region just inside the outer edge of the Nursery.
"Commander, you may want to see this," Lt Commander zh'Rathradin, the Rapier's new XO, said from the science station.
Natalia quickly left her chair and moved over to the console. "What is it?" she asked.
"Romulan fleet movements," the Andorian replied. "Long range sensors have picked up a large convoy of ships heading towards this sector. Their current trajectory would take them straight to the Ru'Bazean homeworld."
"Why aren't they cloaked?" Natalia wondered out loud. "This isn't typical strategy for the Romulans."
"Perhaps they don't feel its necessary since the planet is still under their control," zh'Rathradin suggested, her antennae curling downward in thought.
"No, I don't think it's that," Natalia replied as a possibility came to her. "This space is crawling with Klingon patrols and Starfleet ships. They wouldn't want to expose themselves unless they had no other choice, unless some of those ships weren't able to cloak."
"Thalaron cruisers?" zh'Rathradin suggested. Natalia just nodded in solemn reply.
"Commander, we're being hailed by a Klingon cruiser," Do'Urden spoke up.
"Finally," Natalia said. "On screen."
= End Log =
Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Commanding Officer
USS Rapier NCC 61582
[NPC by Bren]
