LT Tamio K'Wara - New Parameters

[LT Tamio K'Wara]

(( Cockpit - USS Perseus ))

Imril: So the owners know where their ship is, but they aren’t calling the hounds on their kids. What’s the protocol?

Tamio shrugged. They weren’t a parent, but they certainly remembered a lot of the misdemeanors they got up to back on Starbase 42 growing up. To this day, they still didn’t know why their father had allowed them their pranks as a teenager, but they certainly never proved a danger to the airspace around the Starbase.

Even Howard Lee, in all his boundless patience, wouldn’t have accepted that kind of rebellious behaviour.

K’Wara: Unless we get called into it, Rylor’s active security detail are considered in charge of this. ::looks at the scans:: Though I’m not against escorting the kids back to spacedock, once they’ve had their fill.

Imril continued their flight path, bringing them closer to the Grazzerite Solar yacht, and it was now visible to their naked eyes as they looked out the viewshield. It was now doing a strange corkscrew motion through the air, and both Starfleet officers seemed very concerned about that development.

Imril: All that twisting about can’t be good on the sails.

K’Wara: Doesn’t seem like the parents ever taught their kids how to steer.

Then, the stellar winds shifted course, the sails were pulled taut and the Utaalagarro veered dangerously close to their flightpath. Even as they started making adjustments to the Perseus’ flightpath, Imril was on the comms to address the breach.

Imril: =/\= Shuttlepod Perseus to Utaalagarro. You’ve just breached our traffic corridor. Please turn about. =/\=

No answer.

K’Wara: ::mutters:: Come on, kids.

It took too long, though Tamio was fairly certain the Ship’s comms systems weren’t impeded in any way - the Perseus’s sensors would’ve registered any mechanical faults in the solar yacht’s systems - so it had to be a personnel error.

And considering the current flight personnel, that was very understandable.

Female Voice: ::Terrified:: =/\= We can’t-- We can’t steer! The mizzenmast is jammed and we’ve snapped the gaffing-thing! We’re not in control! =/\=

oO Mizzenmast? Gaffing-thing? Oo

If it wasn’t because the larger vessel was proving a very real danger to the Perseus, Tamio would’ve chuckled at the teenager’s creative vocabulary.

Unidentifiable Voice: =/\= ::Indecipherable:: =/\= 

Female Voice: ::Spiteful:: =/\= You don't ‘got this’, Tarl! We need heeeeeeeeeeelp! =/\=

The final word derailed into a panicked scream as the Utaalagarro plunged, one of its masts now on a direct collision course with them. Tamio disabled the spectator mode currently enabled for their console, taking a proper position as co-pilot.

K’Wara: Collision in 20 - loading up evasive patterns.

Imril: Response

They held tightly onto the frame of the console, their fingers trembling beneath them, as the Perseus launched away from the wild movements of the mast through the space it had previously occupied, and by the time the Perseus steadied once more, Tamio’s knuckles were white.

oO Ignore it Oo

K’Wara: No damage to any systems, but the Utaalagarro’s masts won’t take much more of that kind of movement.

Imril: Response

K’Wara: Sounded like a call for help to me. ::verifies systems:: So, tell me, Lieutenant, what are our options?

Imril: Response

TAG/TBC

LT Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Ops

USS Artemis-A
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