"Questions and Actions"
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Stardate: 60331.2000
Derek had been pulled from his relaxation by the soft chirp of the navigation sensors. Checking his readouts he saw that the HATHOR had again made a course correction. Although the autopilot had made the correction it was just far enough out of the baseline course to cause it to go into alarm.
Sitting down in the pilots chair Derek began to go over the sensor readings. Something was not right. His sensor logs recorded weapons fire on board the HATHOR, first in Engineering and than on the Bridge. He could think of no reason for either of these two situations.
His orders were to not make his presence known unless absolutly necessary. Yet he sensed that there was more here than he yet knew. Add to the course changes, weapons fire, now the HATHOR was laying down a minor ion trail. Cheking his sensors he noted the warp engines were out of phase. No Captain, let alone a Chief Engineer would allow that to happen.
"Personal Log... Some unusal occurances have been happening aboard the HATHOR. They are troubling but as yet are not sufficent for me to make my presence known... According to my orders."
Not one to just sit back he decided to try to contact the HATHOR without actually giving his exact position away. The only problem was that their communications could be compromised. Thinking back he remebered his instructor during FCO training and the private communications code only pilots learned. He thought it might just work... if whoever was at the controls noticed the signal thru the flight control sensors. Derek Opened a hailing frequency but bounced it off a Starfleet beacon which would give the appearance that he was many hours away. At the same time he sent a short repeating burst to the HATHORS flight control sensors.
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As the Captain kept her eyes forward, her mind was reeling. In some
ways she had gotten more than she had bargained for in this "stress" test of her crew, and yet even knowing as she did it was only an exercise. She wondered how the crew would react when they found out it was their own crewmates. She especially worried about Ensign Uxtar. It was painfully obvious that he was barely in control, that it was taking a lot of effort for him to hold himself in check. But he was and that made her proud. Before she continued her line of thought, The communications console began to beep.
One of the Breen stepped over and glanced down.
"A ship hails. It requests rendevous instructions"
"What vessel do you meet?" Pravat said in his Breen voice. Not having
been informed of this in his pre-mission brief. He had selected just this time and place because there would be no ships in the area and no need of outside communication.
"We are not sceduled to meet any vessel. It may be a courier from
Starfleet. But I do not know."
"You will answer the hail, but I warn you say nothing wrong or else!"
The Captain got out of her chair and walked to the communications
station, flipping the accept switch...
"This is USS HATHOR repeat your message please."
"USS HATHOR this is VPT DRAGONSEYE Derek Stormwind commanding. Request
rendevous at earliest convienance, I carry medical supplies of an urgent nature."
"Unable to rendevous at this time. Suggest you contact Fleet command
for another vessel."
"Understood HATHOR... DRAGONSEYE out"
Ensign Uxtar had been turned in his chair while this exchange was going
on. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the starboard flight control sensors record a minor push to port. Turning back to his controls he made the necessary adjustments when he noticed the odd pattern of the sensors inputs. He was confused at first but then his mind made the connection. This was the technically secret code of pilots. He had only seen it in his early academy days and never expected to see it again.
His mind slowly deciephered the sensor pulses into the message.
"Stormwind, DRAGONSEYE 6 o'clock high 500,000 yards. Do you need
assistance?" The message just kept repeating.
Esign Uxtar wondered where this was coming from. It wasnt possible for
a ship to be that close and not have been detected... or could it? The HATHOR was a cloaked vessel. He had to get this information to the Captain. Maybe help was closer than anyone could guess.
------------------------------------------ 2005 post #566
Setting: VPT DRAGONSEYE
Stardate:60331.2010
Setting: USS HATHOR, Bridge
Brian Matthews ( dragonsslayer@excite.com )
Flight Control Officer (pending)
USS ANUBIS
