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About this point Drudoc came onto the bridge from the briefing room after her meeting with Codem and company. “..NE Willick set a course for the coordinates here as outlined by Lt Codem, once we pick up the Montezuma we’ll head directly there to assess their current status.” She said.

Turning to Trainor she added, “..Take the ship to yellow alert, raise shields and begin scans if you haven’t already for cloaked ships.” She said.

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“One step ahead of you, Captain.” Trainor replied as he took the ship to yellow alert and raised the shields. “I already have the sensors looking for any sensor echoes, tetryon particles, or subspace variances.” The Operations Chief announced.

Trainor Operations

Drudoc nodded her approval. “..Very well helm set course for the Montezuma, warp 6 until we reach the nebula then drop us to sublight..” She said.

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Soval, as was his habit circulated the bridge, observing the officers at their work, offering quiet advice on the rare occasion it was need. As his experience with other races had taught him he offered an approving nod to those who met his eye.

Soval

The helmsman–NE Bob–set in the coordinates. “Aye sir, course laid in, proceeding to Warp 6.”

The sensors would momentarily register something at the location in question. The disturbance was so faint, it was almost non-detectable, and the sensors couldn’t make out exactly what it was.

GMT Capybara

Getting on the turbolift and taking it to the bridge, Fayth tapped out a nervous rhythm on the bulk head. She’d actually never been on the bridge of any ship. And now she, supposed, she’d be a fixture on the bridge on occasion. It as a strange sensation and she tugged at her collar feeling the extra pip there. She still wasn’t quite sure if she was excited or overwhelmingly nervous about her new position.

The door of turbolift 3 opened and she stepped out onto the bridge. She took in the layout quickly and then stepped down the ramp and to the center where Drudoc and Soval were sitting. “Captain, I have the results of the ion test I conducted from our guests’ shuttle. I used that to track their path. The data doesn’t add up.” She passed Drudoc the PaDD with the information: The ion signatures were of a patch of ionic radiation relatively near to where the Ark Angel picked up the shuttle. A direct route from the coordinates to the location where the shuttle was retrieved was entirely possible without passing through the radiation patch, which would strike anyone as odd, as the shuttle would not have had to been damaged if they’d taken the direct route.

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”..That is strange..” Drudoc commented looking things over.

Seeing lieutenant Fayth enter the bride, Soval mouthed a silent mantra as he raised the wards to his mind as he crossed the bridge to his seat, hoping it would bring a measure of relief to the young officer.

Soval

“Odd indeed....” Trainor added to Fayth’s report. “I’ve been monitoring the sensors that were aimed at our destination and I’m reading a faint… well a faint disturbance,” Tenzing announced. The Operations Officer sighed when he found that the computer couldn’t identify the readings, but sent them to the CO’s and XO’s monitors.

“The sensors can’t make heads or tails of it, and well… it’s barely even showing up.” The Lieutenant Commander added.

Trainor Operations

”..Anything on probe scans that you sent ahead? Maybe a visual report?” Drudoc queried.

Soval mentally compared the sensor readings against signatures he new of stealth ships, Orion scouts with compressed tri-titanium hulls, any number of cloaked Klingon or Romulan ships and federation forward observation ships with masking ECM. He had spent hours beyond counting staring into a scan hood looking for just such anomalies.

LC Soval

Drudoc reviewed the information, she agreed it was odd. “..Are our guests still in Sickbay 1?” She asked.

Once she got confirmation that they all were, Drudoc ‘hmmmed’ and then opened a comm channel. =/\= Andone to Lieutenant Marshall please respond. =/\= She said in her more usual calm ‘nothing is amiss tone’ that she used with everyone normally on her ship.

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