A Passion for Hunting
Episode Name: A Passion for Hunting Written By: Ghorev Cast: Blair, Duncan, Ghorev, Golden, Haven, Idrani, Lace and P'Trell. Produced By: Starfleet Directed By: Lace Aired On: Thu May 23 11:30:46 2002 Stardate: 52359.1
Time: Wed May 22 21:26:53 2002
Stardate: 52357.7
The USS Amazon floats so close to the Anomaly that, were its nose not pointed perpendicularly away, the bright light would fill about half the main viewshield. With Idrani at Flight Control, Blair doing Engineering and Ops things, and Golden keeping a wary eye on the Anomaly itself at Tactical, all has been going fairly smoothly. Smoothly enough, in fact, that Lt. Ghorev takes the few minutes, between moments of the mission, to dictate a mission log....
Ghorev says "Ship's Log, USS Amazon, Stardate 52357.7, Lt. Akeen Ghorev, Second Officer, Station 419-Upsilon, commanding....We are about one-third of the way through our first and only pass of the Dulcais Sector Anomaly, performing the fieldwork phase of the painstaking modifications on the tactical sensor buoys we had strung out here some months ago, as a means of defeating the 'blind spot' the Anomaly causes in the sensors of Station 419. After what seems like weeks of proposals, Lt. P'Trell and Ensign Blair and myself are expanding the capabilities of those bouys to do actual 'routing' of subspace signals around the Anomaly to clean up interference from it, rather than just functioning as a passive periscope. Upon our return, phase 2 -- calibration of the station's sensors, will begin. End log."
Ghorev turns his head. "Mister Golden."
Golden says "Aye sir?"
Ghorev says "As per standing guidelines, file a copy of that with the first available probe in our inventory. Being this close to the Anomaly always makes me nervous, and I want to be able to fire a beacon with last known mission logs in case it decides to have us for lunch."
Golden says "Aye Aye sir, uploading mission data to probe, sir."
P'Trell says "She doesn't look hungry tonght."
Golden says "Ensign Idrani, can you please plot me an updated course back to the starbase for the probe nav package and send it to my station?"
Idrani sits at the helm, occasionally adjusting course to stay within mission parameters. "Aye, sir." She sends the data to the tactical station.
Blair hmms. Poring over a readout on his console, Blair lightly skims down a blueprint of the new module to add to the buoy, glancing back at the runabout's passengers once before looking down at his console again and re-skimming, lips pressed together a bit thinly.
Ghorev says "You'd think that, wouldn't you, Prythra P'Trell?" His brow creases a tad. "But with that thing, you never know." Then a shift of gears. "Mr. Blair, are we almost done with buoy number 19?"
Golden uploads the adjusted nav data to the probe and after double checking his results says, "The Probe is prepared , sir."
Blair hmms and closes the blueprint, having found the object of his search, and resumes working with the runabout's manipulatory systems. "Aye, sir, minor problem with the power supply cable on this one, but nothing crucial. We should be done in a couple minutes, if that long."
Duncan glances over to Haven and asks. "What would you like to know? I've kept up with research in the field so I'm conversant with current information on it."
P'Trell grins at Ghorev's comment and checks information on his tricorder.
Ghorev says "Excellent." He turns in his seat towards the back. "Agent Duncan, at some point, before we waste the time going all the way home, I'd like to test the basic functionality of what we've done so far. When we reach buoy 20, we'll be as near to exactly 180 degrees in the adjusted XY axis from Station 419 as reasonably possible. At that point, I'd like you to send some pings back. I'll hail ahead to make sure the distortion is within our expected parameters."
Golden compares the tactical sensor data about conditions around the anamoly with any factors that might effect micro-torpedo guidence.
Haven shifts her weight as she half turns to Duncan. She keeps her voice low so as to not interfere with operations. "Well.. I'm running experiments on what that radiation does to living tissues to try and and find a way to alter the cells to handle the radiation'
Idrani quietly works at her station, occasionally glancing at the viewscreen.
Duncan nods to Ghorev. "Not a problem, I'll send some loosely encrypted test data files through via my tricorder to test signal integrity, anything that fails to decrypt at the other end will denote a problem."
Duncan smiles and nods eagerly to haven. "Ah, yes, a lot of research has been done in that field over the years, I'll be happy to forward what I've got to you and perhaps help in any way I can."
Ghorev says "Excellent." Seeing as how all other hands are full, he taps on the mission command console built into his chair. "Amazon to Station 419. Come in 419." And of course, after a moment, there is a reply, though a someone staticky one, with every few syllables a bit distorted: "419 here. Go ahead, Amazon."
Ghorev continues to the disembodied voice on the other side of the Anomaly: "419, we're sending some test communications pulses to test the half-ring we've got in pace so far. These will be coming your way in about 5 minutes, as soon as we reach mark 20 on this trip. We will need them decrypted and analyzed for distortion."
Idrani touches a button on her console.
Ghorev, while waiting for the voice to respond, says "Mr. Blair, status?"
Golden runs a quick sliding of the lateral sensor feed to tactical in case something was hiding in the temporal delay curve.
Duncan prepares a series of test data sets on his tricorder and encrypts them for transmission making sure to turn off auto-error correction.
Haven checks her initial excitement and focuses on the mission on hand. Her gaze drifts across the bridge as she set her med kit on the deck between her feet.
Ghorev, while Blair considers the question, receives his reply: "Acknowledged, Sir. We will advise upon receipt of the data, and the test decryption."
Ghorev says "Excellent," to the comm, "Amazon out."
P'Trell quietly reads data from his Tricorder while awaiting the results of the test.
Blair glances at his console. "Buoys appear to be holding and transmitting almost correctly -- still getting a twitch on subspace packets, occasionally. I'll check into that when the ring is finished -- transmission is increased enough to make it a negligible difficulty."
P'Trell says "As much flux as there is this close to the old girl minor subspace packet glitches may be something we have to live with."
Ghorev says "Hrm. Well, I'll tell you what, Mister Blair, let's test that as soon as we get to Mark 20. Mister Idrani, plot course to the next bouy. Mister Blair, as soon as we've cleared Buoy 19, do an open receive of all general communications in the region. Let's see how much of the twitch is the Anomaly, and how much is the buoy ring."
Blair taps at his console, bringing up a comunications status display and loading a command or three. "Aye, sir. Ready on your mark."
Idrani touches a few buttons on her console. "Course laid in, sir."
Ghorev says "And, Mister Blair, since you happen to have three Andorians aboard this ship, let's make it interesting -- place the traffic, lowest audible volume, on speaker." A smile. "Prythra P'Trell, I'll wager you the first round of drinks that Jaylas Idrani has a better ear for picking out the individual signals than we do."
Duncan chuckles briefly and grins at Ghorev, but says nothing.
Ghorev says "The mark is given, Mister Blair. Mister Idrani, engage, one-quarter impulse to the next buoy."
Blair grins and glances at them. "I'll have to take your word for it, sir, because I'll one-up you on that -- setting for average lowest audible volume for Andorians. Receiving and throughputting all general traffic in the area."
Idrani taps at her console, a tiny smile on her lips. "Aye sir. One-quarter impulse. Engaged."
P'Trell grins, "Do I look like a fool Akeen Ghorev?"
And so there's the static -- well, let's be fair: the sounds of dozens of unencrypted general transmissions in the area, all at once. As the ship begins the 10 minute journey to the next buoy, individual transmissions *can*, in fact, be picked out. Well, at least in bits and pieces.
Haven suppresses a small sigh as the banter increases. She turns a tight-lipped expression to the view screen as she removes her PADD pad and moves her fingers over it's surface softly.
<CONTEST> P'Trell (claiming advantage) contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!
<CONTEST> Blair contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!
<CONTEST> Haven contests her Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!
<CONTEST> Ghorev (claiming advantage) contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!
<CONTEST> Idrani (claiming advantage) contests her Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!
<CONTEST> Duncan contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!
<CONTEST> Golden contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!
<CONTEST> Blair contests his Shipboard Systems skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!
Ghorev enjoys picking out things here and there, even claiming to recognize a voice or two -- "Well, I'll be damned. I didn't know he was posted to this sector. I'll have to look him up for a ---- what was that?"
Blair glances at Ghorev, raising an eyebrow. "What, sir?" Absently, he starts to reach for his console, hand poised over the controls.
Golden doesn't like the sound of that and it shows by the sudden frown on his face.
Idrani inclines her head, listening to the barrage of sounds, but does not seem to focus on any one particular voice. She glances sidelong in the direction of the Command chair, head tilted just enough to see Ghorev with her periphreal vision.
Duncan says "Lt. Ghorev, We may have a problem, Did anyone else catch that doppler shift and the Jump that went with it?"
Ghorev Frowns and swivels his chair towards Engineering. "I did, Agent Duncan, yes. Remind me to compliment your ears later. Whatever it was, it wasn't ... usual. Mister Blair, backtrack a bit on that last few moments of traffic. Check Comm systems for any visible neo-Doppler shift in the subspace traffic. Anything that would cause a clearly noticible shift in the strength of *all* traffic in mid-transmission would have to show up in your logs."
P'Trell arches a snow white eyebrow at the commotion on the bridge. "I missed the doppler shift. What's going on?"
Golden scans back his tactical log for the same time period mentioned just in case he missed something.
Haven frowns, having heard nothing and tips her head to listen more carefully when it's played back.
<CONTEST> Blair contests his Shipboard Systems (Communications) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!
<CONTEST> Golden contests his Shipboard Systems (Tactical) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!
Blair frowns. "Going back through array logs, sir. ...Nothing's spiking that I can see. Do you want an audio playback of that time period on the speakers?" he asks, a little confusedly.
Idrani turns her attention back to the helm, but is clearly listening to the conversations around her.
Ghorev motions for P'Trell to come deeper into the cockpit and stand near Engineering. "Listen closely, Lieutenant P'Trell. Go ahead, yes, Mr. Blair."
P'Trell moves to where Ghorev indicates.
Golden never taking his eyes of his station screen he raises the pitch of his voice and says, "Sir, I'm showing that non-general communications data on the encrypted channels that we were *not* listening to experienced a similar effect." He transfers the data to the command display without wasting Ghorev's time making him tell him to.
Blair taps at his console. "Replaying time index 541 through 567, standard audible volume." He scans over the console again. "Trying the neo-Doppler scan again..." ...but as the slight red flashing light on his console indicates, it doesn't seem to be coming up with a heck of a lot. Frowning, his fingers fly over the rest of the console as the playback begins.
Idrani furrows her brow, listening to the playback.
<CONTEST> Blair contests his Shipboard Systems skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!
P'Trell's antennae shift slightly as he tries to pick up what the others are talking about.
Duncan Runs a few quick temporal scans in the vicinity of the runabout and the nearby sensor buoys.
<CONTEST> P'Trell (claiming advantage) contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!
<CONTEST> Idrani (claiming advantage) contests her Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!
GAME: P'Trell spends a courage point.
<CONTEST> P'Trell (claiming advantage) contests his Space Sciences skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!
<CONTEST> Duncan contests his Personal Equipment (Temporal Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!
Ghorev says "Alright. Mister Idrani, bring us dead stop. Mister Golden, if you have any experience with communications monitoring, say so now, because if so, you and Mister Blair are going to pinpoint what caused that. I'm no subspace dynamist, but I know that entire wavefronts of subspace traffic do not take a quick jump to the left."
P'Trell begins checking his tricorder for possible explainations for this fascinating phemomenon.
Golden "Perhaps with Lt. P'Trell's assistance I can meet your need, sir." Drawing upon his training in Subspace Field Dynamics he attempts to ascertain how to pinpoint the effect with his sensors.
GAME: Golden spends a courage point.
Haven frowns as she continues to listen, still hearing nothing.
<CONTEST> Golden (claiming advantage) contests his Space Sciences (Subspace Field Dynamics) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!
<CONTEST> P'Trell contests his Space Sciences skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!
Idrani's antannae shift slightly, hearing /something/ in the playback, even if she cannot precisely identify it. She touches her console. "Aye, sir. All stop."
Blair taps over his console, still frowning slightly. "Lieutenant Golden, if you could pass me your own readings on the shift I might be able to pinpoint it in my own records." He taps at his console again, scanning down. "In the meantime, using a hypothetical model at time index 553 and trying to look for a source based on sensor and traffic logs...."
Duncan looks up from analyzing his readings and states. "Well this may relieve all of you somewhat, We haven't been involved in a temporal shift. In fact, there are no undocumented temporal phenomena in the immediate area at all."
Blair grumbles and slaps his console lightly with the palm of his hand, though the exercise of course proves futile. "Can't do anything right today," he mumbles under his breath, then speaks more loudly. "Deflector modifications are a flop, and communications with the Champion are, from all appearances, about to go under. How's the away team doing?" He glances over at Idrani, needing a second to look at anything but scrolling Engineering readings.
<CONTEST> Idrani contests her Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
Idrani mmms softly, "I think... we can perhaps get a lock on the two individuals in the escape pod. It will not be easy, but I believe Lt. P'Trell has cleaned up enough of the interference that it is possible."
Blair hrms, brows furrowed slightly. "My advice would be to contact the Away Team and see if it's feasible or safe...and probably to try and set up a forcefield so we're not irradiated ourselves." He glances aft, chuckling softly. "By rights I should ask Lieutenant P'Trell, but he's with the probes." He looks back at Idrani, somehow managing a small wry look. "I'd be afraid of interrupting a private moment."
We cut to the away team, as chunks of debris fly down the cooridor...
Golden without hesitation he pitches left and rolls low across his shoulder coming up in a low crouch he squeezes off a shot at what would be waist level back down the line the debris flew from.
Haven reacts without thought and drops to one knee on the deck, effectively giving the person behind her a clear range of fire. She brings her own weapon up while peering into the shadows to find a target. An odd position for a Doctor, whose job it is to save lives, to be on the front, so to speak, ready to kill. But there she is, close to the deck and hopefully out of the line of fire from those behind and that the loopy LT in front of them throwing things like a small child in the grip of a tantrum.
Duncan quickly moves to a clear line of sight and drops into a combat stance, then waits for a chance to fire. Seeing haven drop he fires down the corridor over her head. "Stay down Haven!."
Ghorev fires his own phaser into the darkness. "He's trying to tear our suits!"
GAME: Haven spends a courage point.
<CONTEST> Golden contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
<CONTEST> Duncan (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
GAME: Ghorev spends a courage point.
<CONTEST> Ghorev (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
<CONTEST> Haven (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
<CONTEST> Haven contests her Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!
GAME: Duncan spends a courage point.
<CONTEST> Duncan (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Temporal Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!
Four arcs of nadions light up the corridor, and a stifled angry noise can be heard. But no falling down body. And then, in a moment, the form of Lt. Sovhar staggers forward, into the light. His hair is white, his face is twitchy. His body is covered in patches of burns. And his cordlike muscles still drag him on. He's a perfect target, mind you, as he holds a huge, and clearly razor sharp, section of duranium plating, clearly intending to take someone's head off with it before succumbing to the next round of blasts.
<CONTEST> Blair contests his Shipboard Systems skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!
GAME: Blair spends a courage point.
Duncan Drops his tricorder to the deck and charges the Vulcan shouting, "Another phaser hit will kill him!" then dives for his mid section trying to bring him down with a sacrifice throw that anyone who's studied akido would recognize.
<CONTEST> Duncan (claiming advantage) contests his Unarmed Combat (Aikido) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!
Sovhar is hurt but not yet out, and the sharp duranium in his hands is enough for him to keep Duncan at bay.
Ghorev shouts. "Hand to hand. Engage! Doctor, if you've got a magic hypospray, now's the time!" And he, as well, inches forward along the wall,
<CONTEST> Golden contests his Planetary Tactics (Small-unit) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!
Haven stows her tricorder and fumbles for her med kit. Once she has it open, she loads a hypo with a cylinder of sedatives, enough to set a bull elephant up to counting sheep. Once she has it loaded, she's on her feet and moving in before this guy can hurt Duncan. She palms the hypo, injector pointing out as she approaches the Vulcan. A quick prayer to the Prophets then she speaks up, loud and clear. "Hey there," she says, "Want to dance?" Even in a EVA, her face is visible and it should be clear to all that see it, that she's indeed, female. her hope, of course is to distract him and nods get killed in the process.
Golden "Ifni preserve me." He mutters as he leaps forward from his crouch into a rolling tumble coming out just next to Duncan and sweeping his suddenly extended leg into the Vulcan's legs in an attempt to floor him and then elbow smash him in the chest...
GAME: Golden spends a courage point.
<CONTEST> Golden (claiming advantage) contests his Unarmed Combat (Starfleet Martial Arts) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Dramatically Fails!
GAME: Haven spends a courage point.
<CONTEST> Haven (claiming advantage) contests her Unarmed Combat skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
<CONTEST> Ghorev contests his Unarmed Combat (Wrestling) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!
A kinetic comedy of errors and sacrifices, in slow-motion. As Golden tumbles forward for the low attack, something burns hot in Sovhar's eyes. Clearly the man he was has had that training, and knows the proper defense. A twist of inhumanly strong wrists, and the flat of the panel has slammed Golden sideways into the prone Duncan, creating a heap of two EVA-suited men. Stepping through as a sacrifice, Ghorev grabs the overextended arm, his suit tearing from the jagged edge, and he shouts "NOW!" And then there's the sharp 'PSSSSSSSSSSST!' of Havne's hypospray.
And now we cut to the cockpit of USS Amazon.
Idrani shakes her head slowly. "Hailing the away team at this time would be tactically unsound. For all we know, they are stalking and manuvering to flank the Vulcan lieutenant. A combadge going off at an inopportune time could get someone killed." She moves her fingers over the console. "Lt. Ghorev did make it clear that he wanted the pattern enhancers in place. However, I cannot ignore General Order 2 and Dr. Haven's recommendation that we evac these survivors immediately. I am going to attempt to get a lock on them. If I cannot do that, we haven't lost anything. If I can... well, I will see if I can first."
GAME: Idrani spends a courage point.
Blair nods. "Sounds like a plan. I'll see what I can do to boost the transporter lock's accuracy from here -- we've got some spare power we can afford to divert since we're not moving. Stand by for re-allocation of power." Turning back to his console, Blair's fingers fly over the keys, tweaking a system here and there and trying to squeeze whatever's available into the transporter system.
<CONTEST> Blair (claiming advantage) contests his Shipboard Systems (Engineering) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
<CONTEST> Idrani contests her Shipboard Systems skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!
<CONTEST> Idrani (claiming advantage) contests her Shipboard Systems skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!
Idrani spends a few seconds trying to coax the transporter system to lock onto the two survivors. She shakes her head, "I have a lock. But I am not confident with the cohiesion of the confinement beam. I think it is too risky to beam out, but I can keep trying."
<CONTEST> Blair contests his Shipboard Systems (Sensors) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
Blair blinks, looking down at his readings. "Oh, my. That last boost to the sensor array...I don't know why we didn't try this earlier." He stares at it, shaking his head with furrowed brow, and then turns concernedly towards Idrani. "There's a wave front of chronitons and anti-chronitons going -away- from the station at warp factor 2." He looks out the viewport, lips pressed together thinly. "Straight towards the Anomaly."
And so we cut to the Away Team.
Ghorev steps back towards the bulkhead, holding the slumping Sovhar with one arm as Haven's magic injection does the work. The other hand taps his suit's combadge. "Ghorev to Amazon."
Golden rolls off of Duncan lunging up into a defensive position before he realizes the Vulcan is down, his eyes are drawn to the vapor trail and it's origin and with widened eyes he says, "Sir! Your Suit!" As he was trained and drilled over and over and over he moves the few steps towards Ghorev even as his gloved finger open the side panel on is leg and extend a pressure suit patch which he attempt to use to plug Ghorev's leak.
<CONTEST> Idrani (claiming advantage) contests her Shipboard Systems skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
Haven blows out a breath then her attention snaps to Golden then to Akeen's suit. With a mumbled, "craaaap.." she moves back to her med kit and grabs another hypo, this one loaded with medication to fight radiation. Once she has it, she returns to Akeen, still mumbling under her breath, "Stupid... radiation... kill.. /stupid/!" Then she looks at Akeen. "Where do you want it?"
Blair's head snaps around when the message issues and he whirls about, slapping a flashing button on his console. "Amazon," he says crisply. "Everything all right over there, sir?"
After a few moments of heated negotiations, the diplomatic officer convinces the Amazon's transporter to lock onto the survivors. Idrani exhales slowly, as if afraid the lock might be disturbed. "I have a lock on the survivors." She notes quietly.
Duncan moves to get up but stops quickly and hisses with pain. "I'm going to need a little help here, I think I've pulled a tendon loose in my leg."
Ghorev says, over his combadge. "We've got Lieutenant Sovhar. Agent Duncan is injured and my suit is torn. What's your status over there?"
Golden quickly performs the sealing drill, even as Ghorev is mentioning the breech in his suit. Taking a few steps back he reaches down and grabs the two handles on the back of Duncan's EVA suit and lifts him upwards until he can catch a shoulder around his own and move him to a place he can stand and brace. He surveys the scene while he awaits further instructions.
Seeing that the suit is now sealed, she stows the hypo for now and reclaims her tricorder then begins to scan for the other people left aboard. She'll poke Akeen in the butt when they get back on the Amazon.
Blair glances to his left at the other crewmember in the cockpit. "We've got a transporter lock as of now within the pattern enhancers. Make your way back there and we should be able to get you back smoothly. Permission to beam up the two survivors already locked onto, sir?" He glances concernedly at Idrani at the mention that Ghorev's suit is torn, but lets it pass for the moment until the away team sees fit to bring it up.
Idrani shifts position a little, upon hearing about the condition of the away team. "Ready to transport." she says quietly.
Duncan Looks down at the unconscious Lt. then turns to Golden, Take him, I'm sure Haven or Ghorev can help me hobble out of here." then reaches a hand in Ghorev's direction."Oh, and thanks for the assist, I was sure he was going to put that thing right through me." looks significantly at the twisted piece of plating.
Ghorev nods to Duncan. And says to his combadge: "Pull them in, Mister Blair, yes. We're on our way. Ghorev out." And then, after tapping out: "Back to the Amazon, team. It seems they've worked a miracle or two without us, but we're still coming home with the bigger prize.
Five minutes later....
With everyone back in Amazon, the small craft is rather full. The sick Vulcan is sprawled across a surface while the two women -- the Napean Ensign in an almost catatonic state of shock and CHief Kirby slowly starting to come to her senses -- huddle in a corner. Ghorev is somewhere aft doing a manual detach of the docking clamps.
Haven has her suit and set about ascertaining the injuries to the group brought back aboard. She's currently giving radiation shots to the away team and those stationed there, all but Akeen, who will get his. Once finished, she begins to a medical scan of her patience'
Blair glances back at the console, re-diverting power to the engines. "Engines are at power again -- we can move as soon as those clamps have unhooked, sir." He still frowns slightly, glancing at Ghorev and Duncan for a second and then back at Idrani, looking slightly worried. "The sooner the better."
Idrani speaks up, "Sir, we received a hail from the USS Champion, a Norway-class under a Commander Davis. We did have communications with them for a short time, but I believe she is still in the area. Recommend that we regroup with her and transfer our wounded over, as she will obviously have better medical facilities aboard than we do here."
Duncan takes a look at the unconscious Vulcan Lt. "Depending on how far away we are from that ship, I'd say we should get this man to a medical facility as soon as possible whether it be on 419 or on the Champion."
Ghorev, as he emerges from the aft, says "Agreed. This little ship is *woefully* inadequate in its current configuration to provide the care these people need. Hail Champion and advise them of rendezvous, then make best possible warp." He flops down into the command chair. "Consider the mark given in advance," he says, tiredly.
Ghorev looks around the cockpit. "Well, team, if anyone has anything to
add to my repliimilar report, now's the time...."
