Ensign Braya - Stealing Ships is my Specialty
Braya of Clan Ralnek
((Engineering shack, The USS Eagle Outpost))
With her feet up on the table, leaned back in her seat, Braya flipped her boot knife in the air absently, catching it one-handed before throwing it again, over and over. Having already overheard Adea’s orders, she had a fairly strong idea of what Kettick was about to tell them.
Kettick: Thank you all for coming. As you have no doubt heard through the scuttlebutt, the Captain has put into motion a plan to get us off this planet, and hopefully back to our time. The science behind it does elude me, but fortunately our orders are of a more pragmatic nature.
Kettick: :: In his usual monotone :: Now, who had "stealing a Klingon relic from a museum to go backwards in time" on their bingo card?
oO What the hell is a bingo card? Oo
Drex: We are considering stealing a Klingon relic? From a museum?
Drex’s eyes seemed to search for a punchline he would not find.
Drex: If this is the Captain’s call, I will follow it. But I need to be clear: I am not enthusiastic about theft.
Braya: ::Grinning as she watched the knife spin:: First a cargo hauler. Now a museum piece. Cap’n knows how to play to my strengths, I‘ll give ‘im that.
Lim: Response
Kettick: A Klingon Bird-of-prey, specifically. And a rather famous one.
The Commander’s compound eyes seemed to fall on Braya, insofar as she could tell.
Kettick: Ensign Braya, I suspect that between the two of us, we will have no trouble upholding the glorious example of our Starfleet forebears and stealing the HMS Bounty... again. Any insight on the way we should go about hijacking a 23rd century Bird?
Braya: She might be old by Starfleet standards, but out near Acamar, most o’ our ships ain’t using tech much newer than Bounty’s. So long as they’ve not stripped the guts out of ‘er, I reckon we can find a way ‘round anythin’ else.
Any: Response
The Remmilian nodded.
Kettick: Two other teams will cover us, one by disabling the security systems of the museum, and the other by causing a distraction. The XO will also bring us the ship's cloaking system, that has been removed and transferred to the Enterprise for whatever reason. I will work on re-installing it, but I welcome your expertise if you are familiar with the system. :: He turned towards the Betazoid in the room :: Doctor Lim, we will use the ship to evacuate everybody, but we have a number of injured in various states, and we do not know how the trip back in time will affect them. Do you believe we can repurpose the stasis fields used to protect the museum pieces on display onboard to help with their conditions?
Lim: Response
Braya: That scav’ I found in the junkyard’s good with a spanner. If ya’ don’t mind him taggin’ along.
Kettick: Good, please take point on that front. Lieutenant Drex, your help would also be appreciated. Furthermore, you will have to coordinate with Ensign Braya to set up a flight plan that has us slingshot around the local star on the right trajectory to warp us back in time. A typical Wednesday, I believe.
Drex breathed in slow, and Braya’s gaze shifted his way. Seemed he was having an issue with the plan that she’d never expected.
Drex: I’m not thrilled about stealing a historical vessel, but orders are orders. When we’re supposed to move and how much time we’ll have to achieve the theft?
Braya: Who’s to say that ain’t the Bounty we stole and flew back in time already? Then it sits waitin’ for us to get it again. That makes sense…right?
Lim/Kettick: Response
Drex: I can draft the math from Kirk’s parameters and historical vector models, but I want to be honest. This is not my strongest domain. I can approximate.I can get us into the correct corridor, but we will need to cross-check every angle before we lock in final numbers.
Braya: ::With a smirk:: What’s the worst that can happen? Couple weeks off ‘ere or there is still a lot better than when we are now, right?
Lim/Kettick: Response
Drex still looked apprehensive, but Braya was no counselor, and hadn’t the first idea how to help ease his concerns.
Drex: I’ll begin roughing out the initial slingshot vector while we move. Once we reach the Bounty, Braya, I’ll need you for secondary verification and course correction modeling. :: Then under his breath :: A miracle, we need a miracle.
Braya: ::Making a ring of her thumb and forefinger, tone confident:: You got it. Show me the line, and I’ll fly it true.
oO As true as that old ship will let me, at least. Oo
Lim/Kettick: Response
Braya: ::Shifting her boots on the table, switching which foot was atop the other:: So we ready to roll?
Drex/Lim/Kettick: Response?
With a nod to the team, Braya made her way to her bunk, nested up against and beneath her Valkyrie. There wasn’t much to retrieve, but the disruptor she’d stolen from the depot came with her, as did her sand-riddled tricorder. The privacy tarps over her sleeping area kept her hidden as she pulled free the device from her fighter’s torpedo launch tube, and tucked it carefully in her pack.
Patting the hull of her ship, Braya swallowed and tried not to dwell on the moment.
oO Probl’y ain’t comin’ back here. But I’ll be at the helm, so I’ll get you if I can, girl.Oo
Not daring to dawdle long enough to let emotion sink in, she threw the tarp aside and strode back to her teammates, pulling taut the shoulder straps of her bag.
Braya: ::Grinning to mask her hurt:: Set an’ ready when y'all are. Let’s get us our ride home.
Drex/Lim/Kettick: Response?
TAGS / TBC
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Ensign Braya of Clan Ralnek
HCO
USS Eagle
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