Cabin Fever

Posted on 18 Dec 2024 @ 6:08pm by Commodore Harvey Geisler & Lieutenant Commander Joey Geisler & Lieutenant Commander Theodore Marsh III & Lieutenant Ranul Frex & Lieutenant Zayna Ryler & Lieutenant T’Mari Rael & Ensign (Provisional) Bertrim Wysocki & Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Carter

5,507 words; about a 28 minute read

Mission: Bait and Switch
Location: Auxiliary Control / et al
Timeline: June 30, 2390 || 1130 hours

Nearly two days had passed since the convoy left Gavara and set a course for New Risa. The Black Hawk could have made the journey on her own in just a day, but the Wallenburgs they were escorting were not designed for speed. This left the convoy traveling at a mere warp factor seven. So far, the convoy had traversed eleven way points where the convoy would have to slow to impulse and make course corrections based on interstellar phenomena.

And now, a mere forty-plus hours into the journey, they were fifteen minutes away from Way Point Lambda, the twelfth milestone on their long journey.

Auxiliary Control, the temporary location serving as the ship's base of operations, was quiet. Harvey sat alone in the command arena in its sole chair, scrolling through task group updates on a padd. He didn't expect much of a sound to cross the bridge, save for the various voices of the crew and the tapping away at consoles. Still, he felt an uneasiness in his bones. In fifteen minutes, the convoy would be exposed to potential attackers. Or, in fifteen minutes, nothing would happen, and they'd make their last course correction for the final leg to New Risa.

One would assume that in the best case, this mission would be over in a few hours without a single worry or injury. The worst with that would be that the trap had never been sprung, and their mysterious G90B would not make an appearance. Was it wrong that Harvey wanted this power to show themselves?

After all... what could G90B really be up to?

Joey, who had been in her office for a great deal of the morning, was not only restless, but feeling extremely paranoid and nervous. It was getting closer to time that something could happen, and one of those possibilities happened to be a fate much like Unity and the support ships faced. It wasn't easy to be optimistic in such a situation, but she was trying to be.

She spent her morning trying to dig up anything she could, which proved to be a whole lot of nothing so far, and that prompted her to want a change in scenery. That brought her to Auxiliary Control. If G90B showed up, she wanted to see it for herself. Not only that, but if something happened, she needed to be with Harvey.

Harvey's ears had heard the doors open, and he looked up to see Joey enter the room. While he was glad to see her, his mind remained in 'Captain' mode. It wasn't uncommon for the Intelligence Chief to visit the brid -- Auxiliary Control -- during these ugly waiting times. After all, there was no better opportunity to learn what was going on than to be in the middle of the action.

"Thirteen minutes to the next way point," he calmly said to no one aloud, though he was clearly looking in Joey's direction. "Just like the last one, we've got birds in the air in an escort formation, ready to react should something come our way."

"Thirteen minutes feels like a lifetime," Joey said as she made her way to a vacant console. If she was going to be present, then she planned to be useful.

A lifetime indeed, Shay thought while she studied the screen of the console she occupied.

Shortly after Joey made her way in, so did Zayna. "I thought it was 20 minutes like an hour ago..." she mumbled as she found a console to use and slipped into the chair.

"Sure seems that way," the Commodore remarked, glancing over to Zayna. "Sensors picking up anything unusual?"

"Nothing," Joey answered as her fingers moved over the display she was standing in front of.

"Science sensors agree, nothing unusual from what I can tell at the moment," stated Ryler, hoping it stayed that way.

Somewhere, in the back of his head, Teddy worried that the lack of sensor contacts was due to a mistake on his part. Did I forget to recalibrate? Or maybe there's a data conduit failing? Thankfully, he was able to shake it off quickly, something he hadn't always been able to do.


===[Counselling Office]===

Having finished with her latest appointment T’Mari was sitting updating patient personnel files. It was times between appointments that she had chance to catch up in peace and quiet. Right now she was enjoying the time to herself.


===[Main Engineering]===

Lieutenant Ranul Frex was standing at the console right next to the warp core. It had been pulsating at varying speeds and intensities over the last few hours and days due to the Black Hawk's constant core corrections, which meant that the ship was constantly in and out of warp. It was Ranul's job to make sure that the ship didn't blow up because of some instability within the warp bubble or the core itself.

Taking his eyes off the console for a moment to look down the length of the warp core, Ranul smiled and said to himself, "What a beauty."


===[Space]===

Lieutenant Commander Jonathan "Jax" Carter flew his Valkyrie with his wingmate on patrol around the Black Hawk at a range of a fifty thousand kilometers. He began a check of the squadron that patrolled around the perimeter of the ship and the lumbering Wallenburgs they were escorting. "Egg One to Golden Goose. All is five by five," he signaled to the Black Hawk that all was clear after checking the sensors once more.


===[Auxiliary Control]===

A small alarm chirped from Harvey's armrest, alerting him that they were approaching the waypoint. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. As he tugged down on his jacket, he called out, "Same procedure as before. All decks, yellow alert. Helm, drop us out of warp and maintain half-impulse."

"Acknowledged, Commodore," Shay said, placing the entire ship under yellow alert.

"Dropping out of warp and maintaining half-impulse speed."

Harvey's eyes remained fixed on the viewscreen in front of them. Aside from a starfield, the image was augmented by arrows that identified the locations of the Defiant escorts and Wallenberg tugs. Both the left and right side of the viewscreen had arrows pointing off-screen, indicating the locations of the Endurance and Valcour. Other markers showed the Black Knights already at work. For the next five minutes, this would be their view as the ships adjusted their course and prepared to leap back to warp.

"Status report. Anything on sensors?" he asked.

Ranul tapped his combadge while standing next to the warp core and replied, "Sir, it looks like some of the improvements to the shields are holding. They're up and running without any major problems. Lets just hope we don't have to test them."

Harvey shifted his weight in his chair before tapping the comms button on his armrest. "Acknowledged, Mister Frex. Alert us immediately if there is a significant change."

There was indeed a significant change, but it wasn't from the Black Hawk. No, the voice that came through belonged to Captain Mari Solvbakken of the Valcour, and she sounded quite distressed. "This is Captain Solvbakken, we are currently under attack. A single vessel dropped out of warp and opened fire."

A wave of emotions rippled over Harvey. For a moment, he felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he intentionally put lives on the line with a foolhardy plan to lure an unknown power with great might out of hiding. Another part of him felt relief because the same plan had finally borne fruit. Harvey quickly pushed those emotions aside and straightened his posture in his chair.

"Red alert!" the Commodore called out. "All hands to battlestations! Just like we planned, everyone. Move to intercept. As soon as we're within range target engines first. Have the Endurance stay near the convoy. Scramble all fighters and begin data collection."

"Aye, moving us into an intercept" Socks hands moved across the console like methodically while bringing the Blackhawk on an intercept course, "We will be within weapons range in thirty seconds."

Harvey's eyes remained fixed on the viewscreen as the ship turned in the Valcour's direction. Having each ship in the convoy positioned several hundred thousand kilometer's apart meant that firing immediately on any target was impossible. The decision was intentional, however, as it meant that G90B wouldn't be able to fire on all ships immediately and give the convoy time to react. He tapped a button on his armrest to activate a tactical overlay, displaying a top orthographic schematic of the Valcour. Just as he predicted, the bridge module was already gone, as was the port nacelle.

"Damn," the Commodore muttered to himself. He fought to keep his awe under a steel composure. There would be time to process this all later. For now, G90B had to be stopped and the rest of the convoy protected.

Ryler swore under her breath, "Sensors are bloody useless. I can't get anything off of these no matter how hard I try."

"What's the cause?" Harvey asked as the ship moved to intercept. He recalled that there was a high concentration of radiation from both of the previous attack sites. "And is it possible to see if it's concentrated anywhere? Maybe we can use it to narrow down a generator or emitter."

"I can't get a target lock," Shay said in a tone that expressed her frustration. Her only hope was manual targeting, which she was in the process of doing.

"Radiation is interfering. I can try to compensate but it'll take time," stated Ryler while fully focused on her monitors.

"Do your best with what you have, lieutenants," Harvey replied, not looking over to either officer. His eyes remained fixed on the viewscreen ahead."

Marsh looked over at the CO. "Endurance is on, sir," he announced.

"Captain," Harvey instructed, leaning forward in his seat, "stay between us and the convoy. I don't want to chance a second vessel popping out and picking them off."

"I'm on it," Holmes said. "They came out of nowhere!"


===[Space]===

Jax brought his fighter around, his wingmate Tango hot on his wingtip. "Squadron, form up and get in there!" He called out callsigns and vectors of approach, the Black Knights scrambling to collect as much data as they could. "Radiation levels are spiking so let's make it fast!"

Aurilia gave a quick double squawk of her comm and brought her Valkyrie around, shadowing Jax like she was born under his wing. "Copy that, Jax," she said.

The squadron veered towards the unknown ship, their sensors aggressively scanning anything they could pick up through the strange cloud of radiation.

Jax brought his fighter up and around, wondering why he was having a hard time seeing with his bare eyes as well as his sensors. "I'm picking up a ship...coming around.."

Aurilia banked and turned her fighter as well, trying to get a visual lock on it. "Am I going blind or is that fuzzy?" she asked as she squint4ed at the unknown vessel.

"It looks Dosi...or Karemma...I'm not sure," another fighter called out as they approached the alien vessel.

"The Valcour has been hit and taking heavy damage," Jax called over the comm.


===[Valcour]===

Down in Engineering on the Valcour, Ensign Durai took advantage of the chaos of the attack. Smoke and debris was everywhere, but that didn't stop him as he stepped over fallen personnel who begged him for help on his way to the Engineering pool table. He pulled up the warp core and began to alter the intermix formula for the matter/antimatter injectors, knowing it would cause a warp core breach.

The computer asked for verification and sent up a number of alerts while Durai entered the Chief Engineer's verification. He stole that, and a number of other codes in his time on the Valcour, and would now put them to use. It didn't matter if he died, it meant that the Captain would die, too.

On the auxiliary bridge of the Valcour, Captain Mari Solvbakken picked herself up, ignoring the pain she felt as a result of the ship had been attacked. She waved smoke aside and looked for any crew that survived, pulling the Operations officer to her feet. "Talk to me!" she yelled over the blaring alerts.

"Captain, the main bridge is gone...so is a nacelle," the young woman coughed as she managed to point to a display that was still working. "Damage on decks one through five. Shields and weapons are offline." She paused, her eyes going wide.

Mari turned and looked at the console, the color draining from her face when she saw the additional warning of a warp core breach. There were too many people counting on her and now she was dead before she could make a difference or help, lost to an unknown enemy. "Prepare ship for ramming speed!" she shouted as she sat back in the chair on the tiny bridge. "If we're going to die, we're going to take these bastards out with us!"


===[Endurance]===

Captain Graham Holmes saw the mysterious attacker, but couldn't quite make it out with all the radiation suddenly flooding the sensors. It had to be artificial, he thought as he had the helm bring the ship around to protect the Wallenburgs.


===[Black Hawk, Aux Control]===

Harvey shared in Lieutenant Mitchell's frustration that she couldn't get a target lock, and his frown only grew deeper with Commander Carter's report about the Valcour. "What's our time to intercept?" he asked aloud. "And Mister Marsh, make sure our shuttle hasn't departed the bay yet. We need to keep it here for a little longer while we try and gather more data."

While he waited for responses, his eyes remained fix on the viewscreen and the overlaid schematic plot. The image was no longer rendered very well due to the damage the Valcour was receiving. Even with the magnification, he could see something was amiss. "Jax, this is Black Hawk Actual. We'll be there shortly, but we can't get a read on anything. Sitrep."

Jax flipped the toggle on his comm to the Black Hawk. "The Valcour is missing a nacelle and the main bridge, Actual," he called as he watched it start to limp towards G90B. "It...it looks like it's coming around for a run at the enemy. It's hard to get a visual on it. It could be Karemma or Dosi. It definitely has birythium alloy in the hull. The radiation is messing up our sensors and visuals on it."

"Dosi? Karemma?" Harvey asked aloud in surprise. While he knew from reports that there were Dosi and Karemma among the pirates, it didn't seem like either species could put together a ship like this. He looked over to Joey, hoping that his Chief Intelligence Officer knew something that he didn't. "Aside from trade, aren't they still under the Dominion banner?"

"Yes," Joey confirmed. "We have yet to locate any other areas producing birythium."

"Commodore, manual targeting is proving to be difficult," the Acting Security/Tactical Chief stated as her fingers moved over the console before her. "It's become increasingly so since the Valcour seems to be on a collision course with whatever is out there."

"Hail Solvbakken!" Harvey shouted, jumping up from the chair and moving to stand next to the tactical station. "Black Hawk to Valcour. Abort! We'll be within firing range in fifteen seconds."

"No!" Solvbakken shouted back. "Our warp core is set to blow! You and the other ships fall back, Commodore. Our fate is sealed, and now theirs has been, too."

Shay looked to the Commodore as he came to stand next to her. Her first official act as the Acting Chief wasn't going well, but it wasn't her fault. "Commodore?"

Harvey balled up a fist, and somehow managed to stop himself from ramming it on top of the tactical console. "Jax, Actual. The Valcour's about to suffer a warp core breach. Get your fighters to minimum safe distance. Helm, do the same."

Jax ordered the squadron off as he watched in horror as the Valcour approached the enemy ship. Everything was blurry because the radiation, but at that range and with that intent...he shuddered and peeled off, not wanting to see the destruction of the ship and its crew.

T’Mari stepped onto the tiny bridge, she’d kept out of the way until now knowing there was little room and nowhere for her, but with emotions rising she needed to see what was happening and the best place was where the action was happening. She remained near the bulkhead doorway not wanting to get in anyone’s way, just watching and taking it all in.

No one joined Starfleet to watch something like this. Watching the loss of a ship, the death of hundreds... Growing up in a mostly all Starfleet family, Teddy had heard many stories about loss. But seeing it first hand was....different. Despite how deeply he felt the impending loss, he couldn't look away.

T’Mari stepped closer but stood out of the way, everyone had their jobs to do hers was to support those who needed it and right now her presence was at a pivotal moment.


===[Valcour]===

Failure. Damned. Doomed. Those were the thoughts that went through Captain Mari Solvbakken's mind as the Valcour limped towards their unknown enemy. It had managed to take them out without them even getting a shot off. Was this what happened to Unity and the support vessels?

The blare of the alarms was deafening and the collision alert now added to the din. "Computer, silence alarms," she ordered as she stared ahead at the hazy image of the enemy ship slowly getting closer. There was no time to evacuate the ship. No time to get anyone to safety. This was their fate.

In Engineering, the ratio of matter and antimatter changed, leading to a catastrophic explosion as the two materials sought to cancel each other out. In the process, it also canceled Engineering and the rest of the Valcour, taking every last crew member with it, including the Ensign that had seen his task through to the very end.

The explosion was brilliant, if nothing but a bright light that lingered for a few seconds. When it vanished, the Valcour was reduced to stardust, but her heroic last act had done what her fallen sisters had been unable to do. The mysterious attacker lay stunned, parts of its hull crumpled and exposing internal compartments to space. Both of its engine nacelles were dark, though lights still shone throughout the vessel. Her legs may have been broken, but her teeth were still sharp. A sublight thruster growled to life, and the mighty vessel turned to flee.


===[USS Black Hawk]===

Harvey knew there was no time to mourn, especially since these next few minutes would be absolutely critical to ensure those deaths meant something. It had taken a few seconds, but the ship finally rocked from the Valcour's shockwave. It was rough enough to almost knock Harvey off his feet, but a firm grip on the outer edge of the Tactical station kept him steady.

"Helm!" he ordered. "Lock in an intercept course, full impulse." Turning over to Lieutenant Mitchell, Harvey instructed, "As soon as we're within range, go after their sublight engines."

T’Mari had little to hang onto as the shock wave had approached, instead of waiting to be thrown off her feet she had quickly sat down against the nearest wall and braced herself until it was all over. Getting back to her feet she ramped up her mental defences the pouring of emotion for the Valcour threatening to overwhelm her.

"Acknowledged, Commodore," Shay said, holding onto the console before her to keep herself semi upright. Knowing everyone on the Valcour had just perished broke her heart, and the young woman was sure she would feel those effects later, but now her focus was to see to it that their sacrifice was for nothing.

Joey felt a tug at her own heart as she took a brief moment to take in what was happening outside. She swallowed back the grief she felt and focused. "Sensors are only slightly operational. Trying to get a lock now."

"I'm working on it!" Marsh chimed in, his hands moving across his console trying to get the provide as much boost to the targeting scanners as possible. "I'm afraid there isn't much I can do, from here at least," he continued.

The Ops console beeped at him angrily. "That's only a slight improvement, but its something." As he spoke, another chirp sounded from his console. "Putting Endurance on screen."

Graham appeared on the viewer with a fierce scowl on his face. "What the hell just happened?" He asked, sounding as mad as he looked. "Why did the Valucour go up? It wasn't hit that bad!"

Harvey scowled, finding himself in agreement with the commander of the Sovereign-class ship. "It was a warp core breach," he explained. "Our sensors weren't able to record anything, but we do have telemetry from the Valcour to review when this is all done. For now, hold your position and standby."

Graham scowled but nodded. "The Wallenberg's are safe, Commodore and you took damage, too. Let me go into the nebula after them. The Endurance can take them."

"Negative, Captain," Harvey replied, grateful for the first time to actually have some rank to pull in this situation. "You're closest to the convoy, and I'm not taking the chance that they want us both to move."

Graham noded the used of Captain and how Geisler did it. His scowl deepened, but he nodded. "Endurance is standing by Out," and closed the channel without another word.

Harvey grinned, steadying himself once more as the Black Hawk raced back to the fight.


===[Main Engineering]===

The battle was raging outside of the Black Hawk, causing the ship to shake around Ranul from time to time. Ranul had been watching the battle on sensors at the pool table in the middle of Engineering, watching as several ships had taken damage, such as the Valcour. The Valcour had taken the brunt of the damage to this point, where the warp core was about to go up in flames. Ranul worried about his colleagues onboard, but knew that they were trying their best to save the warp core from overloading.

Watching as the battle raged on, Ranul saw how the sensors were having trouble locking onto this new foe...what'd the Commodore call them? G90B? The sensors were fighting against the radiation that was surrounding the Black Hawk and the other ships. Ranul was looking for a way to break through some of the issues the sensors were having, including watching how the attacks were happening. While they were precise and knocked out key points throughout the ships that were attacked, Ranul was working towards gathering some much needed information about the weaponry and other data to help make it easier for them to see this new enemy of theirs, as well as to protect everyone from those polaron weapons of theirs.

After working on a theory for a few moments, Ranul had a thought after he brought up the shield modifications he had worked on while en route with their convoy.

Ranul punched in a few more commands onto the console in front of him before tapping his combadge and saying, "Frex to Bridge. I've been watching the battle from down here in Engineering while trying to help improve the sensors to help us get a lock on the G90B ships. I've got an idea, but I need your permission and help to make it work."

"Let's hear it, Lieutenant!" replied the Commodore over the intercom. With so many elements happening during this incident, Harvey was ready for some good news.

Once he heard the voice of the Commodore pipe through, Ranul replied, "Well, as I think I've told you while we were talking earlier, I've upgraded the shields to help us get through a fight a little bit longer. The way that I did it allowed for me to gather some more information about that polaron weapon they're using. The weapons are leaving behind a ghost signature. Something so small that it passed right under the nose of our normal sensors. But, it's unique to the weapons that they're using and if we could get them to use their weapons a few more times against our shields, I might be able to get a sensor profile up to you guys for you to start targeting something, anything. But, like I said, they'd have to get a few more pot shots against our ships. Is something we could do?"

Harvey chuckled at the proposal. It wasn't every day that someone asked for the ship to be shot at. However, this was something that was going to happen anyway as the Black Hawk charged into the battle. "You got it, Lieutenant, but there's only so many shots I'm willing to take. Make it fast."

"You just tell whoever is flying us to get me a few good shots in and I'll get you what you guys need to find these guys sooner rather than later. Frex out," Frex replied with a small chuckle as he began to get to work.


===[USS Black Hawk]===

The comm channel to Engineering closed, leaving Harvey to turn back to the helm. "Helm, you heard him. Get us as close to that ship as you can. Let's get the squadron in there too. Get everything we can."

"Acknowledged Commodore, bringing us in tighter." His fingers glided across the console as he brought the Blackhawk closer to their target. A droplet of sweat came from his brow as he had never flown this closely, "We are within 200 meters. Do you want me to pull us in closer?"

"Closer!?" Harvey asked back. 200 meters was way too close. The Black Hawk herself was only 500-some meters long. "We'll need some space if we don't want our own weapons to cause feedback damage."


===[Space]===

Jax gave orders as he received them from Actual. "Tango, on my wing, everyone else spread out and don't let them get away!"

The squadron once more peeled off and closed in on the wounded enemy ship. With the weird radiation interference slackening, they opened up and went for the engines and weapons, firing half with sensors and half with visual locks.

Phasers lanced out from the Black Hawk in unison with the fighters pulse cannons. The lances were deflected due to the range, but the proximity of the fighters granted small burns on the unknown assailant's hull. Even though the fighters were scoring hits, the attacker concentrated its fire on the Black Hawk, hammering its shields from a distance.

Harvey's voice crackled over the pilot's speakers, "Jax, keep up the pressure. See if some of your fighters can get some readings on that ship!"

"Copy, Actual," Jax responded and had the squadron go full active and aggressive scanning of the enemy ship from everything angle and direction as they continued their assault on the engine and visible weapons systems. He caught a glimpse of a reddish body floating in space and locked on it. "Jax to Actual, there's a body out here. I'm tagging it for transport!"

The Commodore replied to Jax, "See if one of your fighters can pull it into your buffer. We can't take our shields down yet."

"Copy, Actual," Jax responded as he and Tango worked through the battle debris of the Valcour until they were close enough. When they were in range, even though there was still residual radiation, he managed to get a lock with the transporter on the alien body and beamed it into the buffer. "I have it and returning to the ship, Actual!"

Aurilia peeled off on Jax's command, her sleek fighter twisting and turning through the debris field and she fought hard not to think of anything in it as being once alive. Instead, she focused on staying Jax's wing and the mountain of a Medical officer waiting back on the ship for her.


===[USS Black Hawk]===

The floor shuddered again under a polaron barrage, leaving Harvey to grip a railing in order to maintain his balance. Normally, he didn't mind standing, but once he considered that they'd been fortunate thus far and the worst could still yet come, perhaps he should consider the safety of his chair. As he moved back towards it, he called out, "Damage report!"

"Despite the bumps, we're in decent shape still," Marsh called out. "We're down a shield generator thanks to a power surge, but the backup kicked in and is running at one hundred percent. Rerouting power around some overloaded sections of the grid, but otherwise, we're good. But I don't know how long that will be the case."

Frex punched in a few more commands before getting something that the bridge could lock onto, as well as checking the ship itself as a few more hits braced themselves against the shields. Frex checked the shields and they held up better than expected and before he called up to the bridge, Frex sent all the information to the bridge that would help them maybe get a better lock onto the enemy.

Tapping his combadge, Frex said, "Engineering to bridge. I just sent everything up to maybe get a lock onto the enemy, sir. It's not much, but it's more than we had a little bit ago." Frex looked over at the status of the shield and said, "As for the shields, it appears that we're down to about 20% and we've got some damage along the struts for the warp nacelles. It looks like the weapons that they're using have been aiming towards them, as well as several of the key areas that were mentioned in the destruction of Starbase Unity and others. Repair crews en route."

Ensign Mitchell, her heart pounding in her chest, steadied her hands on the console. She knew the Commodore didn't trust her like he did Camila, but this was her time to attempt to prove herself. Determination surged through her, and with a deep breath, she initiated the torpedo launch sequence.

The sleek, deadly missiles arced towards their target... their engines. As they neared the enemy ship, Shay guided them with precision, aiming for the critical engine pods.

Two of the three torpedoes collided with what remained of the target's shields. There was no visible indicator that the shields fully collapsed, but the two explosions were enough to create a hole for the third torpedo to slip through. Number three slammed into the field grill and exploded. Plasma and fire were pushed out of the hole it created. The engine didn't go offline, but instead glowed with an intense hue, as if its ability to regulate itself had been removed.

G90B, now realizing that it was vulnerable, tilted on its axis until it was positioned on an exit course. One of its warp nacelles sprung to life. While that engine looked weak, it flashed. And just as suddenly as G90B entered the fray, it had left.

Harvey, who'd just taken his seat, sprang out of it immediately. "Recall the squadron. Helm, lay in a pursuit course and match speed. Someone, make sure we can lock onto their exhaust so we can follow. As soon as they are on board, follow that ship. Graham, if you're still listening, we're going after them. Make sure this convoy gets to New Risa, and wait there for orders."

"I've got a bit more on my sensors," came Zayna's voice, "not perfect but I'll take what I can get. It looks like G90B has gone into warp...I'll try to track where they've gone the best that I can."

"Copy that, Lieutenant," Harvey replied, settling into his seat. One glance at the Squadron monitoring station informed him that the fighters were coming back aboard quickly. He estimated it would be about three minutes before they'd be able to follow G90B to wherever they were going.

He just hoped he wasn't leaving the convoy behind to be caught in a trap.

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