"Ah was thinkin we'd get this ship all banged up again an barely out o starport. Ah tell ya, we need to take better care o her. Ah reckon she'll take care right back..." said Grayson, before pausing and looking around. "Did ah say that aloud? Ah... ah'm gonna go check some... stuff..." he said, wandering back to sit down at the security panel...
As the ship continues to cruise, Paddy and Johnson report to the bridge for night watch, and continue to monitor the locations of the CSS Aleutian Islands and CSS Coral Sea.
Bridge Duty Log Entries
Lost tracking on the Coral Sea. Aleutian Islands has crossed our path, approximately 0.5 light years. End Entry - O'Keef
Our Identity acknowledged by CSS Aleutian Islands by Subspace radio, no response needed. Waypoint 0310 reached. End Entry - Johnson.
Tracking on the Aleutian Islands lost. No other contacts in sensor range. End Entry - O'Keef
As she turns the conn back over to the officers, she hands Jasper the data slate with her and Johnson's log entries for his acknowledgement. "We're on course, should enter system in point oh two, sir. We'll be in long range scan in point oh one. Give or take 10 minutes. Donny and I should catch a nap before we hit orbit, if you don't mind, Sir."
"So far so good. We set of an encountered a couple o our own ships on long range scans, nuthin ta get worried 'bout. Paddy is still kinda riled over what happened before, ah reckon, but she'll come round. Probably with a phaser an' a grenade mind. Everythin's kinda quiet an ah'm thinkin' about all them tales we heard at th' academy - o space bein' full o nothin' fer the most part and we're just wanderin' round, tryin' ta bump inta somethin' which ain't nothin'. Must admit ah'm itchin' ta get into another scrap wi them there Vee Denny. Ah reckon those boys know how ta liven stuff up, even if they are crazier than a horseshoe sandwich."
=SD=2101.16= Jaspar takes the scan console, and starts filtering through the data. Subspace scan doesn't reveal any operational warp technologies, but clearly reveals the worlds. Switching to visual, he's able to get a good image of the system; due to warp time-compression, he's able to spot a sublight vessel under power in system, but it disappears behind the gas giant, having been in system for over a month.
The blue giant star has a hot world orbiting at 3 light minutes, a rather warm terran-type world at 10 light minutes, with a moon of notable size, an asteroid belt at 17 light minutes ±0.5LM with hundreds of detectable bodies, and a gas giant at 31 light minutes with several moons.
His radio scan is unable to detect any significant EMF indicative of intelligent life, between the radio output of the star and gas giant, there is slight elevation above background, but that's readily attributable to the blue star and the gas giant.
Jasper returns to the captain's chair, and, as he sits down, he says, "look lively people, an unknown starship has been detected in orbit around the gas giant. Mr. Grayson, please bring the weapon systems online and ready for a moment's notice. Mr. Reilly, once we enter the system please bring us into an orbit around that gas giant."
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"Aye Captain." drawled Grayson. He checked the systems, readied everything for action, then turned. "Might be an idea to run a few drills if we get th' chance Cap'n but th' crew seem ta be copin' well so far."
Grayson well knew the real test would come in the heat of battle. With alarms blaring, consoles showing red lights and the screams of the dead and dying ringing out.
=SD=2103.1795= RJ pulls a few odd tricks with the helm, including finding subspace flows for a tailwind, pulling off pulling into orbit at over an hour ahead of schedule, and dropping out right at the point to enter orbit. As he drops the ship out of warp, a beautiful blue and green world with 70% cloud cover of white appears in orbit, with an ugly scar of black along one edge of the northern continent. Orbital entry follows within two minutes.
"As ah always say, Cap'n, ah come in peace, but when ah shoot, ah shoot ta kill. Ain't no use in findin' out some critter shakes off ya stun blast cause they're too big n dumb ta go down an crunches yer head clean off fer yer. That said, wait fer th' call on th' whole shoot ta kill thing..." he added, glancing around at the rest of the crew.
As the ship settles into orbit, it becomes clear that the black smudges are low lying clouds, lit from below, as become obvious when crossing the terminator. Dim glows peek up from all the nighttime coasts.