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Guest Laarell

"On Approach"

Annnnnnnnnnnnnd... they were off.

 

Engineers always took so long to get ships repaired. Sometimes Laarell thought that if they just did away with them entirely and went to some automated repair system, things would go so much better. No Trill, no bitching about "safe speeds" or "I can't do such and such so fast" and "still need ten minutes". Oh well... she guessed Tandy and Tandy's parasite were useful for something... it was times like this she wondered what, though.

 

Now they were back on the trail of the Boganary, the Orion felt a little less antsy. Not entirely so -- she wouldn't be entirely at ease until they had the Crownstone back aboard, but it felt better to be moving. The fighters seemed to be doing a good job of not getting themselves killed -- and the Boganary vessels had managed to highly pique Orion curiosity: they went into a sort of multi-vector mode, not entirely unlike some technologies Starfleet had encountered or developed itself. Where they obtained that tech, Laarell wanted to know.

 

Tia, meanwhile, and that little security ensign or lieutenant or whatever at tactical, were still hard at work trying to figure out where their sensor detection had gone wrong. As far as Laarell had been able to ascertain, the Boggies had been able to modify their transporter enough that they could beam in and back with less than a nanosecond of detection by internal sensors. As soon as they were able to confirm that, she was planning to have some tuning of scanners set in place. They couldn't have that again; not going after the now-famed Auntie Wort.

 

Which led her to the one thing that really was troubling her: Lefty. Laarell hadn't been able to break off the Bridge for more than three minutes, it seemed -- making sure things didn't go to hell in a handbasket during a crisis wasn't the hardest thing to do if you knew how to give the Stern Glare, but walk away for ten seconds...

 

From what she heard, Commander Kitty was still unconscious. She trusted the doctors, naturally, and apparently the Caitian was fairly stable, but... Laarell really wanted the Kitty back in the chair where she belonged.

 

Sigh. Less than an hour until they rendezvoused. Then, she suspected, they'd be in for a fire-fight. Or cleaning up after one.

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