[Bridge] Captain Oddas Aria: Clues for Clues

[Nicholas St Gabriel]

((Transporter Room 1, Deck 3, USS Juneau))

Aria was mentally kicking herself for having left the area of the Ring when they had.  She had a deadline - the Juneau was scheduled to observe a star two days away, but it was a research project, and she could have delayed their departure by any number of hours or even a day.  She had a fast ship, and a delay of even a day or so would not have affected their timetable in the least.

The Captain had pulled a series a sensor data, and a fresh cup of coffee, trying to see what - if anything - she had missed as she had spread out the away teams to assist the Hopper's Crew.  The Bajoran didn't know what was more frustrating, the thought that she couldn't find anything or that there was nothing to find.

As she, brow furrowed, entered the room, Lt. G'var was already there, waiting, and for a moment Aria was worried she was late. 

Oddas: Lt. G'var, have you had a chance to review the situation?

G'var: Response

The Bajoran nodded almost absentmindedly, lost in her own thoughts - only really snapping out when the Aurelian Engineering officer appeared through the doors.

Dekas: ::nodding to Captain Oddas and G’var:: Apologies for keeping you both waiting. I’ve been a little all over the place today. I imagine everyone has.

Oddas: You could say that, Ensign.

G’var: Response.

Dekas: Well then, I am ready when you are, Sirs.

G’var: Response.

Oddas: ::to the transporter chief:: Energize when ready.

She sipped her coffee and closed her eyes as the transporter began taking her apart, molecule by molecule.

((Bridge, USS Grace Hopper))

The scene that came into view in front of her was one of tense repair - the Hopper crew was scattered about, with a cluster working at the rear engineering station and several other stations unmanned.  Beneath the main EPS junction she could see a trio of crewmen sticking out, their legs in that age-old configuration of work even as their muttering was in the language of frustrated work.  She narrowed her eyes, and the frustration she felt at not starting to help added to her mental gymnastics.

Oddas: I want to find out who did this, and where they are headed.  

She nodded toward the damage in general, while scanning the room looking for the Commander Melchor.  

G'Var: Response

Dekas: Where do we start?

Oddas: The Navigational sensors, or long range sensors might have picked something up.

The doors slid open, and Commander Melchor came in, left sleeve pushed up, sweat on his brow and dust on his uniform - still there was a smile on his face as if things were going to be ok.

Dekas: Do we know what type of shuttlecrafts they were? I don’t imagine they were Starfleet property. Not even stolen. I’m not sure our shuttlecraft types have something that would affect a bigger ship’s shield harmonics with such ease for boarding. Not without some serious modifications.

Melchor: We only got quick, fleeting scans - none were much larger than a runabout, and none exactly matched anything in our systems.  One scan showed parts from a Maquis raider, another a Romulan shuttle, another an Orion courier.

G’var: Response

Melchor: That's what we thought, but they were gone before we could do detailed scans - they beamed in and out, left us to pick up the pieces.

Oddas: Right through the shields?

The Hopper's CO just nodded and Aria looked to the Tactical officer - that was an important clue: pirates shouldn't be able to just beam through the shields of a Starfleet vessel.

G'var: Response

Oddas: Good, how are the sensors coming?

Dekas/Any: Response

TAG, TBC

Captain Oddas Aria
Commanding Officer
USS Juneau, NX-99801
E239305OA0

Sense is never common. -Robert Heinlein

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