Lt. Commander Tahna Meru - Blast To The Past
Tahna Meru
((Cockpit, Undercover Shuttlecraft — Time Index: Early 2367))
Meru’s hands settled over the piloting controls, muscle memory taking over like breathing. It had been a while since she sat at the pilot’s console of an actual shuttle—she’d kept up to speed in the holodeck where there was time, but flying a real, physical shuttle? That was different. Exhilarating. Even if she wouldn’t be racing this one.
Reynolds: =/\= Reynolds to Tahna. How do the new old uniforms feel? =/\=
Tahna: =/\= Comfy. I think we should bring them back. =/\=
She smoothed a hand over the uniform skirt with a smile. It wasn’t very often she opted for the skant variation, pants were simply more practical in the lab, but today she couldn’t resist. Comfy and stylish, what more could she ask for?
Well. Besides a safe and secure future. But they were working on that.
Sevo / Nera / Standish: =/\= Response =/\=
Reynolds: =/\= Well, no one from a civilian freighter should be looking under the hood of a Starfleet shuttlecraft, but otherwise the facade should hold up. A genuine fake shuttle from 2367, riding to their rescue. =/\=
Tahna: =/\= Their knights in shining shuttlecraft. We really don’t know what happens with this freighter? =/\=
Sevo / Nera / Standish: =/\= Response =/\=
Reynolds: =/\= There are no records of a civilian freighter going missing in this area, but our sensors aren’t picking up anyone close enough to help them before the Cube comes steamrolling through. I don’t know whether Johnson deliberately or accidentally stopped their rescue, but either way, to maintain the timeline we need to get them to safety. And without them ever realising their guardian angels come from thirty-five years in the future. =/\=
Tahna: =/\= Aye sir. =/\=
Sevo / Nera / Standish: =/\= Response =/\=
Reynolds: =/\= I know it’s in good hands. Reynolds out. =/\=
The coms link closed with a signature chirp, reminding Meru that even their combadges and tech had been doctored to fit the time period. She brought the shuttle to an idle, eyes tracking the civilian freighter so it wouldn’t get out of sensor range. They could easily outpace it (even if she didn’t drive the thing like she stole it), so she wasn’t worried about catching up, so much as not showing up with a clear plan of action.
Tahna: Sevo, can you tell if the freighter is experiencing any technological failures that might be slowing it?
Sevo / Nera / Standish: Response
Tahna: Nera, Standish, in the event there’s a medical emergency on board, remember we cannot break the temporal prime directive. Be prepared to help within the limits of thirty-five year old technology.
Sevo / Nera / Standish: Response
Meru swiveled in her seat to look at her team. Her mind was already running amok with ideas, theories, half-formed plans, but she always appreciated getting a diversity of perspectives on a problem when time allowed. Hailing them and ordering them to leave the area for undisclosed Starfleet business was easy enough, if they were having any trouble, they’d deal with it then. But perhaps something had stood out to one of the others on scans or reports.
Tahna: Now. We’ve got Borg on the way, and a freighter we have to get out. Before we reach out to the, do we have any more relevant info on the freighter and crew?
Sevo / Nera / Standish: Response