Ensign Gina Es-Aleh - I wish I could love that plan

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((USS Gemini, Bridge))

Riel: :: Looking skeptical :: Shooting their own ships and handing out bank accounts... Please feel free to start making sense anytime now. The part about Doctor Nicholotti sounds pretty personal, though. 

Es-Aleh: A little bit, yeah. 

Frost: A surprising number of things with Kali are personal. She's affected a lot of people, for better or worse.

Morgan: Well, it was under her watch that the Alliance formed. She put her ship between a Klingon and a Romulan fleet. The result sent ripples through the Trinity sector. 

:: And now Gina was on the same ship as her. Apparently, this was likely to make things even less boring in the long run than her experience of the Gemini had already suggested.::

Frost: I was there. I can back that up.

:: And the tiny hint of something she heard in his voice made her think that not all of his memories of that time were going to be good ones...::

Riel: His motives notwithstanding, this Krax fellow just single-handedly thwarted a Klingon attempt at crossing the border, revealed to us that they have updated their cloaking technology, did it without any bloodshed that could have motivated reprisals from their part, and threw us a pot of gold for our allies, as an added bonus... 

Es-Aleh: Maybe we should replicate him a fruit basket or something as a thank you gift. 

Morgan: Perhaps, but something still seems off. 

:: Okay, she'd been kidding about the fruit basket, but she agreed that this whole situation was still failing to fit neatly together.::

Frost: A lot of things seem off. This whole part of space seems off. You'll probably get used to it. Maybe.

:: That was probably the single most cynical tone she'd heard out of him all day.::

:: Teh comm system interrupted their conversation with a burst of garbled static, a signal *just* mangled enough to make understanding it... tricky, at best.::

Frost: What was that? Was it the Away team?

:: A quick check by Riel, then he answered.::

Riel: Array online and transmitting. We have established communications with either Scott or the settlement. :: Turning to Gina :: Do you think you could determine which probes are receiving and relocate the others to improve the signal?

Es-Aleh: Give me a moment...

:: Shifting the drones' deployment wasn't hard, though figuring out *how* to shift it was more of a challenge. After about half a minute, though, she nodded to herself.::

Es-Aleh: Okay, that any better?

Morgan: Not sure it's stable, but it's better than what we had! 

Frost: Keep working at it. And try a replay in case they're having better luck with their reception. 

Morgan: ?

Es-Aleh: Try relaying it through drone 4. It's parked almost right over the outpost.

Riel: We could use visual signals to send them our message even if the storm messes up with their comms, but I think the main problem lies between us and our probes.

:: Gina took a certain amount of offence to that... but not too much. It was a valid point, after all, and there was only so much she could do with a jury-rigged setup like this one.::

Morgan: ?

Es-Aleh: They're all yours, Commander. 

:: With a few pokes at her console, she transferred control of the probes over to Morgan - which, coincidentally, freed up more of her attention to put toward things like the Klingon ships still drifting, or lurking in one case, in the area.::

Frost: I just hope they managed to get down there safe. If they can get a message through, give them whatever they need. There are no restrictions until our people are back.

:: Looking up from her console, Gina raised an eyebrow as she studied the captain. No restrictions? That covered a whole lot of ground, and also - if he really meant it - opened up a host of possibilities that could, in her case, make a real big mess if it came down to it.::

Es-Aleh: I'll start plotting some contingencies, sir. Just in case.

:: And the first one involved mapping out as best she could just how close she could get to the outpost on the surface if a more... direct... form of intervention was called for. It wouldn't do to singe those she might be taking pot-shots in support of, after all.::

Morgan: ?

Riel: If we want to evacuate everyone on the planet in the next few hours, we'll need to send every shuttle we can as soon as the away team has secured a landing location. Better get the engines running.

Es-Aleh: Don't envy the pilots.

:: Because that EM-charged soup was, as Shayne had no doubt learned already, going to be a latinum-plated bitch to fly through.::

Frost/Morgan: ?

Riel: Well, that's not my field of expertise at all, but... could unmanned shuttles and beam-guiding do the trick?

Frost/Morgan: ?

Es-Aleh: Normally, I'd think it was a good plan, but with the interference out there? ::shaking her head with an apologetic shrug:: I'd be happy to be wrong, but I'd honestly not recommend it.

Frost/Morgan/Riel: ?

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Ensign Gina Es-Aleh

Tactical Officer

USS Gemini

http://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php/EsAleh,_Gina

"That which does not kill me just made a really dumb mistake."