a slow runabout to SB400

Posted on Wed Jun 20th, 2012 @ 12:52pm by Commodore Andrew Clifford & Commander Tressa Brislan

471 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Mission 79 - Triangle
Location: Triangle
Timeline: present

On : Runabout

Andrew sat back after contacting the USS Essex. Hopefully they would not be long until being picked up. "How is the speed doing, Tressa? Has it settled down or still varying?"

He leaned forward to watch the diagnostics, the panel was running a live view of the power cells.

The doctor got up from the Helm and slid into the Navigator's seat, The small screen showed their position relative to the star systems in the area, but the shape that represented the runabout was bouncing around three different locations.

"I think we have a twitchy sensor, Commander, that might be why our speed is varying. Computer doesn't know exactly where we are." She looked back over at the vehicle speed indicator, which was still fluctuating. "So it doesn't know exactly how fast to go to get us back to the base. At least we can't feel the changes in speed, or I would be turning green," she added with a grin.

Andrew laughed, "In that case, I think the Admiral had better hurry up with that tow or we may be walking home. Seriously though, disconnect the engines from the sensor array. Let the engines run at full thrust and the sensors can just give us our basic position".

As Tressa slid back into the pilots seat, Andrew got up and walked over to stand behind her, "How do you feel about piloting a runabout, then?"

"We're both alive and well, and I haven't crashed us, so I have to say so far so good!" Tressa said, looking surprised.

"I have to be honest, you have done better than I expected. Especially coming over here under fire and still getting this thing up and running. I've known experienced pilots to do worse under such circumstances".

"I've done better than I expected, Commander," she added softly, then turned to look up at the imposing Clifford. "Just don't make me take this one apart, please," she said, smiling sweetly.

Andrew smiled back, "Don't worry this one is for the engineers. They are going to take this apart down to the last nut and bolt."

Suddenly the comm burst into life, "Admiral T'Lar to Commander Clifford."

"Talk of the devil." He tapped his comm badge, "Clifford here Admiral".

"Are you ready for that tow you requested?"

"Yes, we most certainly are Admiral. This thing is getting ready to fall apart. Whoever did this did a good job".

Looking down at Tressa, "you ready to head back to the Ship?"
She nodded.

"Ok shut down the engines and put everything on minimal power.

"Clifford toT'Lar. We will be ready to beam back to the Essex in two minutes. My trainee is just making everything safe."

He waited while she finished shutting down. "Clifford to Admiral T'Lar. We are ready to beam back now."

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