Posted by Ensign MJ Shau (Security Officer) in CIC - Arrival at Scallax

Posted by Captain Freja Andreassen (Commanding Officer) in CIC - Arrival at Scallax
OOC: If anyone is in the process of still researching anything related to the mission, feel free to continue to play that thread out, I’m choosing to move ahead just to keep us in some momentum.

IC:

Freja sat in her chair, having planned to be in the CIC at least twenty minutes prior to their arrival into Scallax.

“Let’s keep our sensors on the system,” Freja ordered, “If someone is coming out to meet us, I want some warning.”

~Freja Andreassen~

Ensign Shau nodded at the Captain’s comment but said nothing. He wasn’t at the tactical console; instead, he was manning one of the redundant stations along the outer wall. The Chief wanted the department to be prepared, and extra manpower was one of the surest ways to improve short-term performance.

MJ ran through the tactical suite again, refamiliarizing himself with its options before checking the threat-detection systems. Not only did they contain a nearly exhaustive catalog of known combatant ships and other armed vessels, but they could also identify the power signatures associated with a wide range of weapon systems.

In a way… that could be the most important feature during our mission in the Scallax System. There could be newly armed civilian vessels that weren’t in the database.

The Risian rolled his shoulders to ease the tension building in them and reminded himself that they were not there to fight. Our goal is to assess and de-escalate. If things devolve into violence, it’s because something went wrong.

They needed to remain alert for signs of danger without misinterpreting the actions of the locals.

The fact that the Chimera was a warship might actually be a liability right now. It could be construed by the Scallax government as a threat, putting the Captain at a disadvantage before negotiations had even begun.

Ensign MJ Shau - Security Officer - USS Chimera

Nathan sat at the helm, his hands resting lightly on the flight controls as the Chimera continued on her approach to the Scallax system. The steady hum of the engines resonated beneath the deck, a familiar reminder that thousands of tonnes of starship answered to the slightest touch of his fingertips.

As the Captain’s order came across the bridge, he acknowledged it with a crisp nod.

“Aye, Captain.”

His eyes swept over the navigational display. The approach vector remained stable, but he made a few subtle adjustments, easing the Chimera onto a course that would allow maximum manoeuvring room should circumstances change unexpectedly.

“Maintaining approach at one-quarter impulse. I’ve adjusted our vector to give us clear departure lanes in all directions while keeping a respectful distance from the system’s primary traffic corridors.”

Nathan paused for a moment, studying the growing collection of contacts appearing on his display.

“No unusual gravimetric distortions or navigational hazards within our immediate flight path. If we receive visitors, we’ll have plenty of room to manoeuvre without appearing aggressive.”

His hands settled once more on the controls. Flying a starship wasn’t simply about getting from one point to another; every course and every adjustment conveyed intent. In situations where diplomacy came first, even the way a vessel approached another world could speak volumes.

For now, all they could do was wait and see who would greet them.

Lt(j.g) Nathan Hawthorne
Chief Helm/Ops
Uss Chimera