05-11-2025, 06:38 AM
== NRC – Flint Chertstone – Tactical Officer ==
As the Yeager made its final approach, their escort peeled off, and they were redirected to a staged holding area that held several craft similar in design to their Wairaran Shepard, but with what looked like even more uprated engines.
What was even more surprising was the other vessel that hung waiting along with them. It was Cardassian.
Flint had been aboard the Yeager during its previous encounters with the Os'rusa, so he was familiar with its existence when the computer identified the vessel from visual records, but he hadn't been on duty during that time, and so hadn't faced this vessel before. He'd read the department reports submitted by the at the time CTO, Black, but as ever with just reading a report, it wasn't like experiencing it yourself.
Something about the rake of it's hull didn't sit well with him. To a casual observer, it was a Keldon class, but there were differences. And given that a time clock had just appeared on screen giving them a two minute countdown, there wasn't exactly time to look further as it dawned on him that he had seconds in reality to configure the family camper into a rally car because as the old adage said; 'No plan survives first contact with the enemy.'
Never a truer word spoken in jest...
Behind him he heard names being spoken. The officers lost below. He heard the Captain irritatedly calling for the diplomat guy. And he smelt the familiar scent of her tobacco lighting up. Again if there was time, he might have cheekily asked her for one too.
From watching the previous race on their approach, this was an impulse rally. The shield bubble needed to be trimmed to both ensure stability, but to also take into account the damage they'd already sustained on their arrival. Given the shuttle dock was almost on the terminus between the primary and secondary hulls, the last thing they wanted was to stress the integrity of hull in that region during a turn, and snap the ship in two.
The warp nacelles needed to be retracted back a little to narrow their profile and effectively elongate their configuration for running the straights. As with ocean going vessels, Flint knew a longer thinner configuration meant faster and smoother.
The Yeager's impulse drive itself, as he'd shown coming in was certainly capable of exceeding the factory specifications. And they were also nicely warmed up. If he was going to push them to the limit, he hoped that Commander Jadris hadn't read the manual too closely because those limits were going ot be rewritten by the close of all this.
The only thing that needed to be adjusted last was the predictive algorithms of the slipstream. They weren't using the faster than faster than light drive, but the quantum tunnelling software that gave them those vital few seconds predictive protection at ludicrous speed would hopefully offset the home advantage the locals had.
As for the Cardassians...
They can eat my dust!
As the Yeager made its final approach, their escort peeled off, and they were redirected to a staged holding area that held several craft similar in design to their Wairaran Shepard, but with what looked like even more uprated engines.
What was even more surprising was the other vessel that hung waiting along with them. It was Cardassian.
Flint had been aboard the Yeager during its previous encounters with the Os'rusa, so he was familiar with its existence when the computer identified the vessel from visual records, but he hadn't been on duty during that time, and so hadn't faced this vessel before. He'd read the department reports submitted by the at the time CTO, Black, but as ever with just reading a report, it wasn't like experiencing it yourself.
Something about the rake of it's hull didn't sit well with him. To a casual observer, it was a Keldon class, but there were differences. And given that a time clock had just appeared on screen giving them a two minute countdown, there wasn't exactly time to look further as it dawned on him that he had seconds in reality to configure the family camper into a rally car because as the old adage said; 'No plan survives first contact with the enemy.'
Never a truer word spoken in jest...
Behind him he heard names being spoken. The officers lost below. He heard the Captain irritatedly calling for the diplomat guy. And he smelt the familiar scent of her tobacco lighting up. Again if there was time, he might have cheekily asked her for one too.
From watching the previous race on their approach, this was an impulse rally. The shield bubble needed to be trimmed to both ensure stability, but to also take into account the damage they'd already sustained on their arrival. Given the shuttle dock was almost on the terminus between the primary and secondary hulls, the last thing they wanted was to stress the integrity of hull in that region during a turn, and snap the ship in two.
The warp nacelles needed to be retracted back a little to narrow their profile and effectively elongate their configuration for running the straights. As with ocean going vessels, Flint knew a longer thinner configuration meant faster and smoother.
The Yeager's impulse drive itself, as he'd shown coming in was certainly capable of exceeding the factory specifications. And they were also nicely warmed up. If he was going to push them to the limit, he hoped that Commander Jadris hadn't read the manual too closely because those limits were going ot be rewritten by the close of all this.
The only thing that needed to be adjusted last was the predictive algorithms of the slipstream. They weren't using the faster than faster than light drive, but the quantum tunnelling software that gave them those vital few seconds predictive protection at ludicrous speed would hopefully offset the home advantage the locals had.
As for the Cardassians...
They can eat my dust!