LtCmdr Atan T'Seva, Let's Blow This Ship, Before It Blows!

[Jennifer R. Povey]

(( USS Icarus - Tactical Suite ))

T'Seva: With luck, we should be able to get everyone and everything home.

Ba'el: ::turns to T'Seva:: I think you jinxed us.

Ch'Nilmani: What's up? 

T'Seva: Of course I did. Lay it on me. 

Ba'el: Pointing to her console:: If I'm reading this right, the Hyperwarp system just powered up and is charging for a jump!

T'Seva: How...it wasn't anything I did.

Ch'Nilmani: oO Well. Frak. Oo Looks like we're gonna need to---

Rajel: =/\= Rajel to anyone on the ship. The hyperdrive has been activated for reasons unknown to us. We are unable to stop its destruction. Grab what you could find and evacuate immediately. Rajel out. =/\=

Ch'Nilmani: Looks like the Commodore handled the Sheliak issue on the bridge. Time for us to take off. =/\= Diz to Aleek-Om. Three to beam out. =/\= 

Ba'el: response, if any. 

T'Seva: Let's get out of here.

She closed her eyes for a moment, sending mental respect to the ship before the transporter claimed her. She had known in her heart they wouldn't be recovering the Icarus. Didn't mean it wasn't a little sad.

(( Transporter Room - USS Aleek-Om ))

As the effect of the transporter faded, Diz'mim stepped off the pad and immediately made it to the door. 

Ch'Nilmani: I'm heading to the bridge. To your stations. 

Ba'el: response 

T'Seva: I'm with you.

She was likely to be needed; who knew who was manning tactical right now.

(( USS Aleek-Om - Bridge ))

They arrived on the bridge moments behind Rajel and Indrid. The latter went to a secondary science console, not bumping the Klingon anthropologist from primary. T'Seva also hung back, scanning to see who was on tactical.

Rajel: Is everyone out? Our team members and the Icarus crew should be over here before we can leave.

T'Seva: I'm here.

Jalana might not have noticed the tactical officer and first officer (and possibly counselor) coming up behind her, after all.

Bridge: Response 

Rajel: We wouldn't get far away enough in the time we have. Did you find a way? 

T'Seva hadn't been in a position to find a way. She took one of the "spare" consoles and switched it to tactical backup for now. Hoping that these younger officers had a good idea.

Bridge: Response 

Rajel: Just do it, we don't have time for tests. 

Bridge: Response

Ch'Nilmani: The algorithm the Alliance vessel absorbed is blinding them to us but it's going to only last a few more moments. It should give us enough time to get away from them but still have enough time to clear their own sensors and warp out.

They definitely didn't want anything bad to happen to the Alliance; they weren't in combat with them, after all.

Rajel: response

Bridge: response

Yirah: ::whispering to himself:: Please don't leave a subspace sinkhole. Please don't leave a subspace sinkhole.

T'Seva's Vulcan hearing picked up on that. She gave Yirah the best reassuring look she had, but she couldn't, of course, swear that there would not be a subspace sinkhole. The tension on the bridge was palpable.

Prophets, help us get out of here...

Bridge: response

LtCmdr Atan T'Seva
Chief of Tactical
USS Constitution
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