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Start Log
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[Unnamed Freight Shuttle - En Route to Luna]
"The trajectory has us head for the polar blind spot just above the
northern axis." Rojac said. "So sensors would useless. I can't even
pull anything up on visual scanners from this range." He turned to his
XO, who after securing the prisoners in the ship's cargo racks had
come up to occupy the co-pilot seat. "Whoever it is must be using a
cloak."
"It's a possibility to be sure but for a cloaked vessel to get this
close to Earth without anyone noticing? I'd be seriously worried
about homeland security in your boots. Chances are they may be a
falsely registered vessel which simply hasn't arrived yet." Walters
differed.
"Right." Rojac replied. "And the communications systems appear to be
locked out. I can't even get them to turn on."
"There may be another way." The female betazoid had made her way up to
the cabin. Walters must had freed her after she'd calmed down a bit
and realized they were here to help.
Rojac turned around. "My ears are open, miss..."
"Rebecka." She spat. "This was my shuttle before these guys hi-jacked
it. And show some respect while your sitting in my seat."
"Yes, well... Sorry to commandeer your vessel Ms. Rebecka but we have
a Federation emergency at the moment." Rojac turned back to the
cockpit window. "Now do you have any way to get communications back
online?"
"Well no. Not really." Rebecka said more softly. "These terrorist
ripped out the subspace transceivers and hailing systems as soon as
the got aboard to prevent them from being tracked by them. But there
is a way we can send subspace signals through the warp coils."
Rebecka turned to Walters and said in a condescending tone. "Maybe
you know that Riker and Troi did this when they were captured by a
Ferengi vessel? Or maybe you know how to alter the Cochrane distortion
into the warp coils to transmit a coded signal?"
"Firstly I have no idea who Troi is? I remember there being a joke
about a Commodore Riker catching an STD on a diplomatic mission. The
problem being with altering the Cochrane distortion into the warp
coils to create a coded signal is it usually needs someone looking out
for the signal or a signal of some kind. I have a simpler if less
elegant solution, by adjusting the phase variance of the warp core to
more than four point five it causes energy signals which trick other
peoples sensors into thinking you have an impending warp core breach.
It's a pirate trick not that long in circulation in the frontier, here
in the home system of the boy scouts I'm sure we'll draw some
do-gooders including the two Starfleet vessels assigned to the sector"
Walters smirked.
"That could work." Rojac said. "Or it at least would draw in some
patrols to follow us. How long will it take?"
"I can get to it right now." Rebecka said, standing up.
"Please do." Rojac said.
After Rebecka left the cockpit Walters said quietly to his boss
"Downside is doing this invalidates the manufacturers warranty and any
insurance you have...maybe I should have mentioned that to her?"
=/\= Minutes later =/\=
"We're here." Rojac said as he disengaged the impulse drive and the
shuttle floated forward on momentum. "Any signs."
"We've got a ship decloaking to starboard. I don't recognize the type
but it's definitely not of Romulan design I can tell you that much.
They have the landing lights on for their main cargo bay...I'd guess
that's as much of an invitation as we're going to get." Walters said
in deep concentration as he looked at the poor sensor readouts.
Rojac couldn't help but grin. He pressed the internal comm button.
"Rebecka, we're landing your quaint little shuttle in an unknown
vessel's shuttle bay. I hope you don't mind. When we do I want you to
engage that little adjustment we made."
It took a second for her to get to a console to reply. +If you loose
my ship I'll kill you. Starfleet bastard.+
Rojac smirked. "Yes ma'am." He turned to Walters. "Get a stockpile of
weapons and barricade to loading platform. We're going to have to set
a trap for our welcoming party and stall until the cavalry arrives."
"One 'Spanner in the Works' strategy coming up Boss!" Walters said
light-heartedly but mentally preparing himself for what could be a
deadly firefight.
"I'm taking us in." Rojac said. He engaged thrusters and manoeuvred
toward the landing bay.
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End Log
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Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera - C
Erassian Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer
USS Chimera - C
Rebecka (NPC Rojac)
Shuttle Pilot
Earth
