Circle and Scan

Posted on Sat May 23rd, 2015 @ 6:56pm by Lieutenant Commander Ewo'tOst Menkova

OOC: Call signs. Half-forward-Charlie - A Polaris loaded with a sensor module and bunk module. Two crew - Four person Planetary Survey Team
Ruck rover 7 & Ruck rover 8 - Escort fighters - Razors - Two pilots (Ens x2)
Ruck man - Arrow-Class runabout - Two crew - Evie, pilot - Co pilot.

ON:

"Commander this is Polaris 4 - 18, picking something up on sensors close in to the system out side of normal trade routes."

The report came just as the small convoy were about to slow for theyre final stop, Evie'tOst Menkova had been hoping for a clean run. It seemed the sector had other ideas. She directed a simple question back at the young Lieutenant who had made the report. "Power signal and type?

"Unknown as yet switching to higher resolution scans recommend dropping out short of destination."

"You read my mind. Convoy drop out of warp, set at full impulse maintain heading. Let's go to call signs until we know what we're dealing with, ruck rovers assume standard protection protocol."

Scan complete, indeterminate power signature, type, a size match to a scout craft like the Talon-Class, though I thought we were the first out here.

We are, this could be the Protectorate flexing it's muscles or it could be an outer command in the same boat as us. Such are the problems with internal splits and factions, I'm beginning to sympathise with a Romulan Commander.

Trasmiting sensor data to cockpit screen now.

Let's not take any chances, Razor escort break off circle round behind, close to just short of weapons range, don't engage unless fired upon.

Copy sir. Aye well keep your flank covered.

Titan follow us, hold station of my aft starboard quarter, well stay between you and the planet.

Aye, following your lead.

Open a channel to the planet, then give me comm control, I'm embedding my authentication code as well as starbase 80s sector authority protocol.

Traffic control this is Lt Commander Menkova of Starbase 80, i and a small team are approaching in a support craft, requesting permission to enter the atmosphere and land. Authentication is embedded for you too verify.

Copy Starfleet, checking now, request the details and reason for this visit.

Details are need to know, I'd like a line to the security advisor and the a senior member of the colony admisitration if you please.

Also are you aware of a ship just outside planetary orbit?

We are aware, they've been there for four hours now. No filed flight plan, no responce to hails and no one this end with any connection, not one they're willing to admit any how.

I'll have our escort fighters approach and seek to estaish they're intentions.

Much obliged Starfleet, Permission to land granted, Dock Four, Pad eight and Pad Ten, there opposite each other ma'am.

Copy ." Switching commchanels to her escort fighters she desided on a scare tactic, only wanting to using weapons as a last resort. "ruck rover, go for point blank fly-by in attack formation. See if we can spook boogie. Confirm.

ruck man, confirm fast fly-by no fire. Well have to get very close for this to work, limits?

Rook rover your call.

Yeeeah ma'am...........I mean copy ruck man.

Ruckman holding position on the edge of the atmo, half forward charlie to desend.

She watched, so kiting her attention between the cockpits forward view port which was now pointed at the boogie, and the sensor readout which she had switched to active status.

Evie was hoping this was a chancer, who'd run at the first application of pressure, getting support if it escalated would be difficult, the fact this could be a scout and would run away and come back with friends was another prospect she considered, one among many. Her attention was caught when a shout came from the comm.

Ruck rover 8, she turning, boogie is turning, going weapons hot.

Hold off rover 8, this could be a runner

Copy rover 6, holding, woooooooo passing at six fifty meter boogie still tuning.

Ruckman, I see turning to heading four four one one mark six, escape trajectory." Evie resulted the jumpy pilots, breathing a sigh of relief herself, of all the out comes this was the most desirable. She smiled as the comm hater of the pilots turned to elation and a little cockeyness showing through.

"wooho impulse wake she's moving off, holding heading."

"We did it. Scram, run home to mama, bitch."

"Looks like we're in the clear.Good job ruck rovers, do me a favor one last outer orbit of the system, scanners ope Then head home." The Betelgeusian gave her thanks and a last clearing run before dismissing them back to home base. It was time for phase three of her mission and the last planetary administration to convince. Right on time a call came from the Polaris pilot. "Ruckman from Charlie pilot were down and we've got some fancy folks a knocking, the types that don't chat with service persons."

Shaking her head, and manipulating the controls to take the Arrow Runabout into the atmosphere, she responded. "Desending now, be with you shortly, Arnak handle them 'till I'm down. That's what your here for."