Today, 12:09 AM
T'Lari resisted the urge to groan either outwardly or inwardly. She had a job to do.
"Reading three Keldon-class Battlecruisers. The Os'rusa, also Keldons seven and twenty-three. The names are not currently in the Starfleet database. Three Hideki-class Escorts bracketing them in standard Lehdron formation with shields and sensors active." The Tactical officer knew that both Braggins and Jensen would understand the formation reference. For the sake of the rest of the bridge crew she pulled the tracking data from her console and put it up on the main screen as an overlay.
After a few moments the computer finally made sense of the large ship's sensor profile. Cherstone gave a "What the...?" T'Lari hesitated for a moment, gave herself a mental kick, and added it to the viewscreen.
"And a Hutet-class Dreadnought. Planetary assault."
It was a lot to digest. The half-Vulcan thought of herself as a professional and she genuinely enjoyed a challenge. This wasn't a challenge. The Yager would be cut to pieces if it tried to engage this fleet. This was the sort of force designed to take star systems. The Hutet alone was a challenge to anything less than another dreadnought or an earth-level planetary defense grid. Maybe a full squadron of Defiant-class escorts could take it. And those were in noticeably short supply.
She waited for orders. There was nothing else to do.
"Reading three Keldon-class Battlecruisers. The Os'rusa, also Keldons seven and twenty-three. The names are not currently in the Starfleet database. Three Hideki-class Escorts bracketing them in standard Lehdron formation with shields and sensors active." The Tactical officer knew that both Braggins and Jensen would understand the formation reference. For the sake of the rest of the bridge crew she pulled the tracking data from her console and put it up on the main screen as an overlay.
After a few moments the computer finally made sense of the large ship's sensor profile. Cherstone gave a "What the...?" T'Lari hesitated for a moment, gave herself a mental kick, and added it to the viewscreen.
"And a Hutet-class Dreadnought. Planetary assault."
It was a lot to digest. The half-Vulcan thought of herself as a professional and she genuinely enjoyed a challenge. This wasn't a challenge. The Yager would be cut to pieces if it tried to engage this fleet. This was the sort of force designed to take star systems. The Hutet alone was a challenge to anything less than another dreadnought or an earth-level planetary defense grid. Maybe a full squadron of Defiant-class escorts could take it. And those were in noticeably short supply.
She waited for orders. There was nothing else to do.