Season 1 - Mission 4: The Spider’s Web

[Jiseth]

As the conversation turned to the largely inadequate prosthetics Jiseth was forced to endure, the Augment actually managed a faint smile.  "I have made progress with my research," she replied.  "I require more time yet, but I have discovered two promising avenues that may yield adequate results."  Another mouthful of supplement was swallowed.  It was always easier to eat/drink it when she was distracted.

[Quarters]

The Romulan winched slightly each time her Augment gulped down what she considered edible cement. The steak suddenly losing its appeal though she managed to finish it all. At some points she just wished they had figured out away for her to survive off of the same White that Jem'Hadar did so that she would be spared the taste. Plus, she'd never feel like she was wasting her time with things like rest or eating which got in the way of her work.

"Oh? What would those-"

=^= "T'Koris to Jiseth, Epath and Davis, report to the shuttlebay for away detail." =^=

"...I guess it will have to wait until I get back."

She stepped over the replicator and recycled her plate and what crumbs remained on it. Then came a swift slap of her commbadge.

Jiseth here, on my way.

Carefully she entered the bedroom, moving as quietly as she could to the cargo container and removing her flight suit. If her experiences had taught her anything it was that an ejection into space was far more reliable than hoping for the emergency transporters to work in time. Though Ghost's eyes had opened and his tail wagged slightly, Jiseth saw no reaction out of Callion to her relief.

Back in the living room, the new CFO stripped down out of her uniform tunic. In just her underwear there came a rather sly smirk towards Zero as a coy reminder of what she had in her pointy-eared partner. She was getting better at donning the gear even though she still lacked the balance to do it standing and had to sit on the edge of the couch for the lower portions. The torso and sleeves came over her head without issue and the lock seal fastened tight. She would keep the gloves and helmet off until she reached the shuttle, placing the former inside the latter.

"If Callion wakes up before I get back, just tell her that I love her and I'll be back soon."

Heading for the door, Jiseth stopped as they had opened and turned slightly to blow a kiss to Zero. There was a moment where she managed to bring herself to smile, but all too soon she was on her way.

[Shuttlebay]

Making her way to the Bruegel, a Type 9 shuttle, she recalled how the class had the dubious honor of being the first she crash-landed in the dry lake beds of western North America. It was small and she knew her passengers would be less than happy about the cramped space, but after reading the mission dossier on her PADD during the walk over, the small of the craft and its ample agility might just keep them alive.

Jiseth to Bridge. I would like for you to keep your distance from the objective and provide overwatch support. After I drop off the away team, I'll scout around the asteroid field for anything hostile and provide targeting data to Tactical.

[Kirok]

Buris shook his head, watching what happened around the Bridge as he tried to run just the basic calculations in his head about what the damage a mass driver could do.  He had a terrifyingly complete knowledge of it, thinking about what he'd done to Hideki-class vehicles; not considering what he'd done to a Galor - but that was pure luck.  His voice was a deep rumble.

"Captain - I suggest we move the ship close to the wreckage before deploying a shuttlecraft, and equip the Away team with emergency transport beacons - as well as rerouting almost all of the shuttle's power to shields."

He was uneasy about letting anyone leave the ship.

[Bridge]

Kirok considered the idea for a moment.  On the plus side, they would be able to lend the Away Team more protection by presenting the ship as a larger, and thus easier, target for their enemies.  But with the possibility of facing a mass driver, Kirok had to consider the needs of the many in comparison to the needs of the few.

"I agree that the team should be outfitted with emergency transport beacons.  But tell this, does the effectiveness of mass drivers increase or decrease in relation to the size of their targets?" the Vulcan/Betazoid replied.   

[Kejal Buris]

The Bajoran leaned against his console slightly, thinking about what the Captain had just asked.  "That depends on the definition of effectiveness, sir.  Obviously, the larger a target, the more likely it is for even a relatively small projectile to hit.  The challenge is that unless it hits a specific target, like a Bridge or a warp nacelle, it might not incapacitate the enemy vessel.  On the other hand, with a less-defended or smaller vehicle, even a glancing blow could be quite fatal.  The thing is that a mass driver device's projectiles aren't usually tracking devices, and as such can miss."

He paused for a moment and glanced at his board before continuing.  "Depending on the method in use, and considering these asteroids, it's not hard to consider a rapidly-appearing barrage of fire which a lone shuttlecraft would be ill-equipped to dodge without quickly engaging warp drive, sir.  And with just one of these asteroids, taking a hit would be out of the question."

What he was suggesting, of course, was the well-known 'Picard Maneuver' - a short burst at warp speed to appear in two places at once and defend against projectiles.  Whether a shuttle pilot could pull that off, though, that was the question.

[Kirok]

The Bajoran leaned against his console slightly, thinking about what the Captain had just asked.  "That depends on the definition of effectiveness, sir.  Obviously, the larger a target, the more likely it is for even a relatively small projectile to hit.  The challenge is that unless it hits a specific target, like a Bridge or a warp nacelle, it might not incapacitate the enemy vessel.  On the other hand, with a less-defended or smaller vehicle, even a glancing blow could be quite fatal.  The thing is that a mass driver device's projectiles aren't usually tracking devices, and as such can miss."

He paused for a moment and glanced at his board before continuing.  "Depending on the method in use, and considering these asteroids, it's not hard to consider a rapidly-appearing barrage of fire which a lone shuttlecraft would be ill-equipped to dodge without quickly engaging warp drive, sir.  And with just one of these asteroids, taking a hit would be out of the question."

What he was suggesting, of course, was the well-known 'Picard Maneuver' - a short burst at warp speed to appear in two places at once and defend against projectiles.  Whether a shuttle pilot could pull that off, though, that was the question.

[Bridge]

As Buris was talking a Kirok's padd rang.  He glance down at it to find a message from Dr. Kintiss had sent a report.  Ms. T'Koris had missed a scheduled appointment in Sickbay and Kintiss was looking for her.

Kirok looked up at the your man.   "I believe it is unlikely that a mass drive will have the precision to his a shuttle, especially if we present the ship as a larger target at a distance.  Tactically, one would remove that larger target before they worry about the smaller target.  As such, I think it best that we leave the ship at a distance from the vessel.  But given that you seem to have the most knowledge about this weapon, perhaps you should lead the Away Team.  Please report to the Shuttle Bay and relay my order for Mr. T'Koris to report to sickbay" he said.   

[Archangel Koris]

[Shuttlebay]

Having left the other officers of the away detail to get themselves sorted out, Archangel had made her way down to the shuttle bay to at least be present when everyone else turned up.  The sound of her cane tapping against the deck plates seemed especially loud to her ears as she made her way across the cavernous hangar bay to the shuttle craft that had been brought out from its slot in order to be made ready for flight.  Unsurprisingly, Jiseth was already there and inspecting the craft, which made Archangel's lips twitch in a faint, suppressed smile.

"Should have known you'd beat me down here, Jiseth," she said, leaning both hands on her cane as she observed the other Romulan working.  "Sorry for dragging you away from your family, but I needed a good pilot on this mission.  We're going into an asteroid field with a hostile element possibly still hanging around."

[Jiseth]

Having left the other officers of the away detail to get themselves sorted out, Archangel had made her way down to the shuttle bay to at least be present when everyone else turned up.  The sound of her cane tapping against the deck plates seemed especially loud to her ears as she made her way across the cavernous hangar bay to the shuttle craft that had been brought out from its slot in order to be made ready for flight.  Unsurprisingly, Jiseth was already there and inspecting the craft, which made Archangel's lips twitch in a faint, suppressed smile.

"Should have known you'd beat me down here, Jiseth," she said, leaning both hands on her cane as she observed the other Romulan working.  "Sorry for dragging you away from your family, but I needed a good pilot on this mission.  We're going into an asteroid field with a hostile element possibly still hanging around."

[Shuttlebay]

A familiar voice brought her attention away from the Bruegel and for a moment she stood as rigid as a stone statue. She felt sheepish in a way that suddenly felt unbecoming of one about to take on the challenge of today's assignment. Rightfully so, in her mind at least, because a mere thank you would not be enough.

"If they're out there, they'll wish they hadn't stuck around so long."

Jiseth managed a warm smirk before stepping over to the Commander. She noted the cane, but thought it best to ask another time about it. No doubt her superiors were aware of her own state of dexterity though as luck would have it most of the flying was done by hand. One of which she reached out to shake Archangel's as a hug in public and while on duty was not within the realm of acceptable behavior among Romulans, though both had been away from the homeworld for quite some time.

"Technically, since I'm flying the shuttle, I'm dragging you away from your family. I'll get you back in one piece though, ma'am. You might want to start putting on a flight suit. Going to try to mask our power signature as much as possible which means cutting back on things like warp drive. And life support..."

[Kejal Buris]

[Bridge]

Buris stood up swiftly and sighed, looking at Kirok.  "Aye, Captain.  I just hope they follow your logic and not mine.  If these people are looking to cause the maximum pain and suffering... they'd go for the most vulnerable group first as a warning.  That's what I would do, at least.  I will go down and relieve Mrs. T'Koris."

With that, he stepped into the Turbolift and was whisked down into the Shuttlebay.

[Shuttlebay]

A familiar voice brought her attention away from the Bruegel and for a moment she stood as rigid as a stone statue. She felt sheepish in a way that suddenly felt unbecoming of one about to take on the challenge of today's assignment. Rightfully so, in her mind at least, because a mere thank you would not be enough.

"If they're out there, they'll wish they hadn't stuck around so long."

Jiseth managed a warm smirk before stepping over to the Commander. She noted the cane, but thought it best to ask another time about it. No doubt her superiors were aware of her own state of dexterity though as luck would have it most of the flying was done by hand. One of which she reached out to shake Archangel's as a hug in public and while on duty was not within the realm of acceptable behavior among Romulans, though both had been away from the homeworld for quite some time.

"Technically, since I'm flying the shuttle, I'm dragging you away from your family. I'll get you back in one piece though, ma'am. You might want to start putting on a flight suit. Going to try to mask our power signature as much as possible which means cutting back on things like warp drive. And life support..."

"A wise idea, Ms. Jiseth, given the scenario we're possibly up against.  Long time no see - and I'm glad you're not beaming in from a warbird this time either."

He looked at T'Koris and folded his arms over his chest, glancing at her cane.  "Captain, I'm here to relieve you of command of this Away mission.  You're not going out on that shuttle.  You're currently injured, and Doctor Kintiss has ordered that you remain confined to Sickbay until your knee heals fully.  That puts you off-duty, according to regulations.  And the regulations go on to further state no off-duty personnel may accompany an Away team into a hazardous environment.  Apparently, someone back at Starfleet Command either knew you - or someone very much like you.  Not to mention, you'll be a liability to yourself and others if something goes wrong.  If your knee gives out, or the team is forced to run, how many people might sacrifice themselves in order to try and get you to safety, injury and all?  Not many on this ship are accustomed to performing simple moral calculus.  It goes against Starfleet training.  You may choose to despise me as long as you see fit; but if you insist, I will order that no shuttle is given in handoff to Flight Control unless the Captain orders it, so that I do not have to explain to your daughters why Mommy isn't coming home."

For Buris to actually stand between Archangel and her duty would be shocking enough under normal circumstances.  The fact that the two had bonded over a fierce defense of her children would make this even more distressing.  Kejal's stance was firm, and it was obvious he wasn't going to stand down here.

"So, please report to Sickbay, ma'am.  Doctor Kintiss is waiting for you."

He looked at Jiseth.  "Pilot, full status report."

[Kirok]

[Bridge]

Buris stood up swiftly and sighed, looking at Kirok.  "Aye, Captain.  I just hope they follow your logic and not mine.  If these people are looking to cause the maximum pain and suffering... they'd go for the most vulnerable group first as a warning.  That's what I would do, at least.  I will go down and relieve Mrs. T'Koris."

With that, he stepped into the Turbolift and was whisked down into the Shuttlebay.

[Bridge]

"I as well, Mr. Buris.  You are dismissed" Kirok replied.  After the Bajoran left, Kirok finally moved from the main view screen to th Sec/Tac Console.

"Ms. Weir please take us just outside the asteroid belt.  Ms. Falleg, we will need scans for life signs as soon as we are in range.  Also, please let Engineering know that we will need full power to shield after the Away Team departs, with reserves to weapons" the Vulcan/Betazoid called out. 

[Hrafn Falleg]

Bridge

Hrafn smiled to herself... it felt good to let T'Lara take a bit of a lead. She was glad to let the young Vulcan go on the away mission.

[Bridge]

"I as well, Mr. Buris.  You are dismissed" Kirok replied.  After the Bajoran left, Kirok finally moved from the main view screen to th Sec/Tac Console.

"Ms. Weir please take us just outside the asteroid belt.  Ms. Falleg, we will need scans for life signs as soon as we are in range.  Also, please let Engineering know that we will need full power to shield after the Away Team departs, with reserves to weapons" the Vulcan/Betazoid called out.

"I'll prepare the scans for anything that is in the asteroids that.... shouldn't be, Sir." she said to the Captain, "...As for lifeforms I'll scan for lifeforms, ours or anyone elses!"

[Archangel Koris]

"A wise idea, Ms. Jiseth, given the scenario we're possibly up against.  Long time no see - and I'm glad you're not beaming in from a warbird this time either."

He looked at T'Koris and folded his arms over his chest, glancing at her cane.  "Captain, I'm here to relieve you of command of this Away mission.  You're not going out on that shuttle.  You're currently injured, and Doctor Kintiss has ordered that you remain confined to Sickbay until your knee heals fully.  That puts you off-duty, according to regulations.  And the regulations go on to further state no off-duty personnel may accompany an Away team into a hazardous environment.  Apparently, someone back at Starfleet Command either knew you - or someone very much like you.  Not to mention, you'll be a liability to yourself and others if something goes wrong.  If your knee gives out, or the team is forced to run, how many people might sacrifice themselves in order to try and get you to safety, injury and all?  Not many on this ship are accustomed to performing simple moral calculus.  It goes against Starfleet training.  You may choose to despise me as long as you see fit; but if you insist, I will order that no shuttle is given in handoff to Flight Control unless the Captain orders it, so that I do not have to explain to your daughters why Mommy isn't coming home."

For Buris to actually stand between Archangel and her duty would be shocking enough under normal circumstances.  The fact that the two had bonded over a fierce defense of her children would make this even more distressing.  Kejal's stance was firm, and it was obvious he wasn't going to stand down here.

"So, please report to Sickbay, ma'am.  Doctor Kintiss is waiting for you."

He looked at Jiseth.  "Pilot, full status report."

[Shuttlebay]

Archangel had raised an eyebrow, turning around slightly as she heard Kejal's voice echoing through the shuttlebay.  Why he was down there and not on the bridge where she had left him was anyone 's guess.  At least, that's what she thought until he opened his mouth to deliver the bad news.

A frown drew her slanted eyebrows downward into a thunderous expression.  She noted the glance toward her cane, which annoyed her even further, if such a thing were possible.  Before she could argue back, he rattled off regulations and logic, which were hard to refute.  He had, in essence, created a prison of regulations and duty for her, making it impossible for her to escape.  However, the posture he had assumed made it slightly more difficult for her to back down gracefully.

Stepping up to him, so that they were almost toe-to-toe, she narrowed her eyes dangerously.  "You'd better make sure that you look after them if you're going to be in command of the away team.  Everyone goes out, and everyone comes back alive."

Now superfluous to the mission, Archangel turned around and, almost as if a weight had suddenly resettled on her shoulders, limped her way out of the shuttlebay, with no intention of reporting to sickbay.

[Jiseth]

"A wise idea, Ms. Jiseth, given the scenario we're possibly up against.  Long time no see - and I'm glad you're not beaming in from a warbird this time either."

He looked at T'Koris and folded his arms over his chest, glancing at her cane.  "Captain, I'm here to relieve you of command of this Away mission.  You're not going out on that shuttle.  You're currently injured, and Doctor Kintiss has ordered that you remain confined to Sickbay until your knee heals fully.  That puts you off-duty, according to regulations.  And the regulations go on to further state no off-duty personnel may accompany an Away team into a hazardous environment.  Apparently, someone back at Starfleet Command either knew you - or someone very much like you.  Not to mention, you'll be a liability to yourself and others if something goes wrong.  If your knee gives out, or the team is forced to run, how many people might sacrifice themselves in order to try and get you to safety, injury and all?  Not many on this ship are accustomed to performing simple moral calculus.  It goes against Starfleet training.  You may choose to despise me as long as you see fit; but if you insist, I will order that no shuttle is given in handoff to Flight Control unless the Captain orders it, so that I do not have to explain to your daughters why Mommy isn't coming home."

"So, please report to Sickbay, ma'am.  Doctor Kintiss is waiting for you."

He looked at Jiseth.  "Pilot, full status report."

Stepping up to him, so that they were almost toe-to-toe, she narrowed her eyes dangerously.  "You'd better make sure that you look after them if you're going to be in command of the away team.  Everyone goes out, and everyone comes back alive."

Now superfluous to the mission, Archangel turned around and, almost as if a weight had suddenly resettled on her shoulders, limped her way out of the shuttlebay, with no intention of reporting to sickbay.

[Shuttlebay]

Rage. It was an all too familiar emotion, perhaps just as much for T'Koris as it was for Jiseth. This time it felt different than her usual contempt for another sentient humanoid. There was a profound sense of protectiveness that she could only compare to how Ghost stood guard over Callion. After all, she was her superior officer and a rather good friend. Whatever dynamics had been set in motion before she came about would have to be further observed later. For now, she held her tongue and eyed the Commander as she left.

"Given the current situation, I'd much rather have that Warbird..."

She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder to the shuttle which sat facing away behind her.

"...The flight suits are inside for the rest of you on the away team. Us stick jockeys have our own. The Bruegel checks out so far. Run-up tests will find anything not overtly obvious. Maneuvering will be done in short bursts to blend in with the surrounding rock structures. Don't have any torpedoes, but three science probes are loaded and we can use those as decoys. Type-VI phasers will be mostly powered down for the mission. They can be charged in a couple seconds to get a few shots off if need be. Aiming at the rocks and scattering debris like flak will mask an escape. I have four planned warp vectors out of there to points in space about 2 AU average. From there we can rendezvous with the Phoenix wherever most convenient. No solar flares to worry around or other space weather phenomena."

[T'Lara]

[Bridge]

The faint smile she had given her husband hadn't been returned.  Instead, his features took on an indifferent expression that troubled Archangel greatly and her own fled behind the reliability of a poker face.  There was something wrong there, something she couldn't figure out by sight alone.  He wasn't happy about her leading the away team, that much was clear, but he never was.  Unfortunately, it came with the position of first officer.  It was her duty.

Time wouldn't allow her to go after him at that point and find out what was wrong, but she made a mental note to address it as soon as she could after the away mission was over.  And the sooner they went, the sooner they would come back.

Pushing that particular problem to the back of her mind with all the precision of a Vulcan, she turned her attention back to the away team.  "Those on the away team, report to the shuttle bay," she ordered, heading toward the turbolift.  "Lets get out there and figure out what happened."  As she moved, she tapped her commbadge:  =^= "T'Koris to Jiseth, Epath and Davis, report to the shuttlebay for away detail."

[Shuttlebay]

Rage. It was an all too familiar emotion, perhaps just as much for T'Koris as it was for Jiseth. This time it felt different than her usual contempt for another sentient humanoid. There was a profound sense of protectiveness that she could only compare to how Ghost stood guard over Callion. After all, she was her superior officer and a rather good friend. Whatever dynamics had been set in motion before she came about would have to be further observed later. For now, she held her tongue and eyed the Commander as she left.

"Given the current situation, I'd much rather have that Warbird..."

She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder to the shuttle which sat facing away behind her.

"...The flight suits are inside for the rest of you on the away team. Us stick jockeys have our own. The Bruegel checks out so far. Run-up tests will find anything not overtly obvious. Maneuvering will be done in short bursts to blend in with the surrounding rock structures. Don't have any torpedoes, but three science probes are loaded and we can use those as decoys. Type-VI phasers will be mostly powered down for the mission. They can be charged in a couple seconds to get a few shots off if need be. Aiming at the rocks and scattering debris like flak will mask an escape. I have four planned warp vectors out of there to points in space about 2 AU average. From there we can rendezvous with the Phoenix wherever most convenient. No solar flares to worry around or other space weather phenomena."

[Bridge]

T'Lara quickly made her way to the turbolift, wanting to stop in her quarters to get her tricorder and knapsack with all of the supplies she would need. Only thing she was missing was a phaser, but that would be in the shuttlebay.

[Shuttlebay]

Entering at a quick pace she was just in time to hear Jiseth's briefing. Her eyes looked over the other members of the away team. She had served with most of them and she trusted them to perform admirably.

[Kirok]

Bridge

Hrafn smiled to herself... it felt good to let T'Lara take a bit of a lead. She was glad to let the young Vulcan go on the away mission.

"I'll prepare the scans for anything that is in the asteroids that.... shouldn't be, Sir." she said to the Captain, "...As for lifeforms I'll scan for lifeforms, ours or anyone elses!"

[Bridge]

As the others stared to depart, Kirok walked back to the Sec/Tac duty station.  Since his return to Star Fleet he had found himself  at this station twice now.  Though it was typically odd for the CO of a vessel to man to man a duty station, Kirok was not one to complain.

In fact, he actually found it acceptable to practice the skills that had started him on his journey through the ranks.  "And I will prepare the scan for power signatures" Kirok replied.  "Perhaps we should consider overlapping the results on a star map" he suggested.   

[Hrafn Falleg]

Bridge

Hrafn sitting at the science station, started scanning for lifeforms, grateful to give T'Lara the experience of the away team.  The last mission had shaken Hrafn more than she had thought.  She sent a silent imploring to the Prophets to keep her fellow Scientist and the rest of the crew safe, especially those on the away team, '...and not just because Jiseth is piloting that shuttle!' she added to herself giggling in her mind.  'They'd best buckle up!'.  From what she'd heard, the second officer was an excellent pilot but wasn't one to take such little things as g-force hamper her flying style!

As Hrafn's fingers flew almost dancing over the keys she initiated the scans for biosigns...and frowned.

[Bridge]
"Perhaps we should consider overlapping the results on a star map" he suggested.

"That Sir, would be an excellent idea for one reason. We'd know where everything was.  I've just done the first wave of scans... we have 2 lifesigns, both human at 049 mark 27 and 288 mark 17 also 3 in one area, possibly a larger vessel? at 314 mark 58 these are...."

Hrafn re-ran the scan and intensified the power to the scan of the three. "... it seems to be a bit of a motley crew, 3 of them but I can't get a lock on what other than they are different and non-human.  I'll try again when we get closer.  The single human entities are about 1 click away at our current speed.  If you plot them on the star map I'd say they were 'hiding'... like I was saying about the attack...um don't have a good feeling about this!"

[Ashley Weir]

[Bridge]

As the others stared to depart, Kirok walked back to the Sec/Tac duty station.  Since his return to Star Fleet he had found himself  at this station twice now.  Though it was typically odd for the CO of a vessel to man to man a duty station, Kirok was not one to complain.

In fact, he actually found it acceptable to practice the skills that had started him on his journey through the ranks.  "And I will prepare the scan for power signatures" Kirok replied.  "Perhaps we should consider overlapping the results on a star map" he suggested.

Bridge

Hrafn sitting at the science station, started scanning for lifeforms, grateful to give T'Lara the experience of the away team.  The last mission had shaken Hrafn more than she had thought.  She sent a silent imploring to the Prophets to keep her fellow Scientist and the rest of the crew safe, especially those on the away team, '...and not just because Jiseth is piloting that shuttle!' she added to herself giggling in her mind.  'They'd best buckle up!'.  From what she'd heard, the second officer was an excellent pilot but wasn't one to take such little things as g-force hamper her flying style!

As Hrafn's fingers flew almost dancing over the keys she initiated the scans for biosigns...and frowned.

"That Sir, would be an excellent idea for one reason. We'd know where everything was.  I've just done the first wave of scans... we have 2 lifesigns, both human at 049 mark 27 and 288 mark 17 also 3 in one area, possibly a larger vessel? at 314 mark 58 these are...."

Hrafn re-ran the scan and intensified the power to the scan of the three. "... it seems to be a bit of a motley crew, 3 of them but I can't get a lock on what other than they are different and non-human.  I'll try again when we get closer.  The single human entities are about 1 click away at our current speed.  If you plot them on the star map I'd say they were 'hiding'... like I was saying about the attack...um don't have a good feeling about this!"

[Bridge]

"I can bring us in closer on your order captain." Ashley quickly interjected. "Just say the word sir and I can get as close as science requires." When she was at the helm of any type of starship her anxieties always seemed to fade away into the background. It's where she felt most at home. Even though she was an even more gifted translator, a helm always made her comfortable. She'd been flying since she could walk, her older brother had made a point of teaching her. One of her earliest memories before loosing her hearing was of herself and her brother in a small runabout shuttlecraft on the way back to the starbase he was stationed at. A small smile flashed across her face as the memory came back across her mind.