Star Trek RPG - Mission #7: "The War-Brotherhood of Irkhuit"

[choie]

Kylah has been in the middle of explaining what little she understands of the controls to Lt. Graham and St. Croix when the lurch hits. She stumbles into the front panel but uses it for balance, then looks up to see the Yorktown disappear. Horrified, she pushes herself away.

Her first instinct, embarrassingly, is to stare up wildly at Lt. Graham and blurt, "I did not touch anything!" Her frightened gaze returns to the controls and the starfield onscreen. She tries to make sense of anything she sees. Are the engines actively engaged? Is the Doregg being controlled remotely? Are they being towed?

Probably not questions she is capable of answering. The ability to vaguely recognize rough symbols and control functions does not extend to being a capable pilot of an unknown ship--she performed the bare minimum of flight training at the Academy, and that not very well--much less an understanding of what security measures to deploy.

The searching look she sends back at the ACOS / C.O. mixes alarm and expectation. Lt. Graham was in the co-pilot seat with Lt. Onn on the Tesla, he likely knows how to handle all this. Belatedly, she remembers her own primary function, and fumbles to retrieve her blessed communicator. She holds it with both shaky hands, flipping it open. If they are at warp, it is likely useless, but she must try contacting the ship. However, just before she engages with the Yorktown, she keeps her wits and first confirms with Lt. Graham--for all she knows there might be some security reason to avoid transmitting something. "S-sir?" she asks weakly.

[general_urko]

"Shit..."

"I think we just went into warp, Graham says, for the benefit of the team around him and into his communicator assuming he gets the good doctor's ping.

He rubs his chin. "No, you didn't touch anything, Mr. Kylah." he grunts. "Meaning it was keyed to something else...or timed...or someone on board has an ace in the hole...."

He scans the screen attentively. "So where the hell are we - Uwat space, or were the Romulans clever enough to set a trap?" He somewhat doubts the latter given their hasty departure, but the major was certainly sharp enough.

"First order of business - eyes on the screen," he says--"any ideas where we are?"

[choie]

"Yes sir." Swallowing, Kylah stares at the screen. Stars seem like stars to her, unless they are the familiar constellations over one of the two planets upon which she has spent the most time. She stares at the only systems she can identify. "We know the shields are damaged due to the Yorktown attack. If we are at warp unprotected..." Swiftly her attention focuses on St. Croix and points at the other area she recognized. "Can you tell if the--the navigational deflectors are working?"

The uselessness of her communicator by now, at least for external comms, is manifest. "I should try to contact the Yorktown, sir. No doubt they are giving chase, but they might be able to tell if the Doregg is piloting itself. If Lt. Onn were here..."

If the Sidonian were here she would probably be unconscious by now--or worse. Kylah shakes her head. "But she was able to rely on you as copilot in the Tesla, sir. Have you helmed a ship solo before?"

She will also ask for permission to go to the Comms area and attempt to reach the Yorktown. Kylah suspects she might be better able to figure out the Communications controls than anything here.

[stolz]

If communicators are working and Bizhi is able to reach the bridge team, that is already a relief.

"Mäkeläinen here," he says, "this is... Team Cryo. We were just wrapping things up with the Chalnoth. Haven't seen anyone else. Are you all right?

[Elendil's Heir]

Kylah believes, from her quick reading of the control panel, that the navigational deflector is still working. She is soon able to reach the Yorktown on her communicator; her superior, Lt. Thalen, is on the line. "What's going on over there, Ensign?" he asks, more puzzled and concerned than angry. "Why have you gone to warp?"

Dr. Mäkeläinen is able to reach Graham over his communicator.

St. Croix answers Graham, pointing. "I think that's a forward starfield, sir. It appears to show our direction of travel."

Not far aft, Three Crows raises her phaser and says tersely, "Not quite the time for a snack, I think." She steps past the doctor and closes the door again, despite the protests of the Chalnoth.