"Boss! Da Fleet! Da Fleet!

[Kansas_Jones 0]

Note: this log is set just after the 04.10.08 sim

 

04.09.08

USS Agincourt NCC-81762

“Boss! Da Fleet! Da Fleet!”

 

Lieutenant Commander Kansas JoNs stood off to one side of the command chair well, letting Petty Officer Marisa Katt work in private over at her tactical station console; it wouldn’t do for the Caitian to hover over the human woman, besides being rude. She was on edge however, and the constant strobing of the silent yellow alert was beginning to grate on her. Blink … Blink … Blink … tail swish … swish …. swish … swish

 

“Excuse me, Commander?”

 

Kansas flipped her ear toward the Helm officer before turning her head to gaze at him. “Yes Ensign?”

 

“I couldn’t help but overhear the report you made to the Exec. There’s some kind of Fleet hiding in that area - the ether? The subspace? – or whatever it is that the ship just flew through?”

 

Like him, the feline second officer didn’t know how to explain the engineering processes that had gotten the ship from point A to point B, only that their stolen Soltan technology would eventually succeed in getting the whole crew back to the Alpha Quadrant. She decided to let the fact that he was being nosy pass; the feline herself had been known at times to stick her nose where it wasn’t wanted.

 

“Aye Ensign, that’s the rumor. Just be sure to keep your evasion programs on standby. Just in case, until we know who or what we are dealing with in that subspace.” Kansas offered a slight smile to the officer as an attempt at reassurance, with a couple of her fangs showing through.

 

He decided he was just going to ignore the predatory fangs. “Yes sir … I…”

 

“Boss! I got da Fleet!”

 

Katt interrupted the conversation without preamble, her announcement carrying across the bridge to where the golden feline had been standing chatting with the helm officer. The human’s Spanish accent was in overdrive due to a combination of her concentration on the tactical data that she had been processing, and the excitement of apparently finding a section of data that was of interest to the crew’s current predicament.

 

Kansas squeezed the young mans shoulder with a wide paw as another parting gesture of assurance and then bounded back over to the tactical station, practically skidding up to Katt. “What’ve you got Marisa?” She kept her tone low, making sure she kept the conversation between herself and her security officer this time.

 

“I took the current scans of that subspace Fleet and found a ships configuration match in our data banks …. I’ll have to clean the data up a bit more, but for right now, there is a forty percent chance that this new Fleet data matches up with the past encounters we’ve had with our friends there.”

 

The Caitian growled a bit at the projected results that glowed blue on black on the tactical console screens. “I’d like it even better if we could bump up the visual decryption odds to at least sixty percent … and who knows what they are doing in that subspace corridor. They could have been there all this time, or they could have been tracking us for gods know how long.”

 

“Why didn’t this Fleet open up with weapons on the ‘Court while we traveled that short distance during the test?”

 

The golden furred feline commander ran a paw through her short copper colored mane of hair, wondering that herself. “Maybe they didn’t scan us? Or maybe, we’re not even important enough to be bothered with? It’s tactical speculation at this point. Regardless though, we have to remember that if that Fleet did manage to scan us while we were in transition between the points, the stolen Soltan technology that the grease monkeys have jerry rigged down in engineering makes us a general target no matter who we run into.”

 

“Orders Commander?”

 

“Keep at the data decryption, and try and get the results up to between sixty and eighty percent. We don’t want to go off half cocked and assume that the Fleet lurking in the ether is the sector power that we think they are. We need to be sure. In the meantime, I’ll report what we do have to Lieutenant Colonel Day when she arrives up here on the bridge …”