==Bridge=== Keylor frowned to himself at lieutenant Fosters insistence to minimize power consumption. He needed to clear the Gott, and the only way he saw this happening with the limited numbers they had was to have all force fields up and a team of Oda slowly eliminating them a few at a time. But Andersen was pretty adamant and so Keylor gave in to his request, allowing only the force fields around engineering and the bridge to be up. And though this kept those areas safe, any group that ventured out in the ship was left to fend for their selves. It was not log after that , when Keylor head a noise from behind. Glancing over his left shoulder he noticed A Cardassian with a med kit in his hands standing in th emiddle of the bridge. HE figured this must have been Ra'nar, one of the ships newest additions. Motioning with his head he said, "Treat the others first." Knowing ther ewere several injured on the bridge. With a nodd Ra'nar went about his tasks. Keylor returned his attention to the helm controls. Though they were moving, the going was slow. At =BC impulse they were not getting anywhere in a hurry. Keylor pulled up the navigation sensors and calculated the distance to the Chimera. {Hrm. 1 billion meters. At this rate it will take us 3 hours to get there.} he thought. From behind him one of the oda members called out form the tactical console. "Sir! I think I have found communications. If I read this right , we should be able to hail the Chimera." Said the computer specialist from Beta team. "Hail them. Lets see if they can give us a hand over here." He barked back. With a brief silence the computer specialist tapped on the console, Keylor could hear the faint bleeps form the commands. "Sir." The voice called back. They are not responding to the standard hail. And I don't think they are receiving us. I would guess their comms are out." He replied. Keylor bowed his head in a quiz defeat, {Figures.} he thought to himself. "Very well. Check out the weapons systems , see what we have just incase." He ordered. Not waiting for the customary reply he went back to the navigation console. Keylor then tapped on the comm. system. "Foster!" he barked ." At our current speed, how long will the energy reserves last?" he asked. "About 3 hours sir, well short of the time it will take to get the core on line." Foster replied. Keylor frowned even more. "Ok if we cut impulse in a 45 minutes. Will that give you enough time to get the core up, and still have some juice in the batteries?" he remarked. There was a silence for a minute and Foster responded, "Barely sir, but we might just be able to make it." Keylor nodded to himself. {At least we can let inertia take over and keep us going towards the chimera.} he thought. "Very well lieutenant. Keep working on it." He said rather displeased at the situation. Keylor looked down at the console and plotted a new course. Originally he had plotted a course directly at the chimera. But if the ship should loose all power, that would most likely cause a collision. Now he plotted a course behind the chimera. This way, if everything went wrong, they would simply float by, instead of collide with them. After setting in the course, he instructed the computer to disengage impulse after 45 more minutes. That way if he was distracted, or being worked on by the medic, he would not have to worry about violating is promise to Foster . He then leaned back in his chair at the helm and started to think. {Ok this ship is salvageable, but will take time, The chimera is floating in space and heavily damaged, no telling what shape she is in. Comms are now working but they are not hailing us. I can't make heads or tails of this ships sensors so I cant scan the chimera. This is just getting better and better.} Feeling some what helpless at the moment he decided to see how Scott was making out in clearing the ship. "Bretam to Scott!" he called out thought the comms system. "Scott here!" he responded. "Scott? How is your progress?" Keylor asked. "We just started. We beamed down to deck 8 and are going to work our way up." Jason responded. Keylor disgusted at the fact that everything seems to be taking too log, said nothing more and closed the communication channel. {Ok so what now? What can I do now. If I sit here and wait, it will be 7 hours or more before we get close to the chimera. Power is low, sensors are an enigma, and the ship is not even cleared of the opposition. If only I could just get over to the chimera, may be I could get a few engineers over here and we can get things moving a bit faster.} he thought impatiently. {By the prophets! What I would not give for a warp core and sensors I can manage!" he thought. Jus then it dawned on him. Though the shuttle he piloted was damaged, there were still two other shuttles and hopefully they were operational. Keylor then called out to the computer. "Computer, establish a connection to the shuttle docked on deck three. Authorization Bretam-three omega-five." A second or two later the computer responded. [Connection established]. {Good} Keylor thought to himself. He leaned forward and tapped on the consol. "Computer access command functions on the shuttle and display systems on the helms console." He commanded the computer. [Command interface established] the computer replied. Keylor started to quickly thumb though all of the information. {Systems are all on line, plenty of power, warp core is in tact. Sensors are operational, and.. } he thought as he reviewed all of the information {She is ready to go.} he thought. He sat back in the chair, wincing a bit at the pain in his right shoulder. {I wonder. If I were to beam over to the shuttle, then I could get over to the chimera and find out what is going on.} he thought. Just about then Ra'nar walked up to Keylor. "sir Let me check this shoulder out." He said. Keylor looked back at the cardassian. Never in his wildest dreams would he had thought he would have a cardassian tend to him. He grew up hearing about the intense hatred he father had of cardassians, and rightfully so. But these were different times, and he tried his best to remember that. "One minute Private." He said coldly. He then opened a communication channel. "Bretam to Foster." He called out. A some what annoyed reply came back "Yes sir?" Foster replied. "Leiutenant. Since we are rather dead in the water, I am going to take the shuttle docked on deck three to check in with the chimera. She is not responding to hails and I fear they are in worse shape than we are." He stated. Andersen replied back, "sir If you intend to site to site transport, I would recommend against it. Every transport is using up more and more energy. At this rate we will not have any power left to run a flashlight in sight of 3 hours." He remarked back sounding a bit annoyed. Keylro nodded to himself. "No worry lieutenant. I have control of the shuttles systems form up here. I can use its emergency transporters to get me down there. I will also cut impulse power to stretch out the power reserves. That should buy you some more time." He responded. "Thank you sir." Andersen replied with the sound of relief in his voice. Keylor tapped on the console and shut down the impulse power. "There, impulse power turned off. There will still be people on the bridge, use them as you see fit. If you need anything form the chimera, let them know and they can relay your request to the shuttle." Keylor added. "Aye sir." Andersen replied. Keylor closed the comm. channel and looked back to Ra'nar. "Why don't you come with me. I am sure you are running low on supplies. Perhaps you can get some from the chimera. Any way, it will take us 45 minutes or so to get over there. You can patch me up on the way." He said. Ra'nar nodded, "Aye sir." Keylor then looked down at the console and tapped away. He instructed the shuttles emergency transporter to lock on to Ra'nar's comm. badge and his badge. With a final tap the two shimmered away and soon were on the shuttle. <<ooc: Ra'nar? Up for a jl?>> ===end log=== Bgen Bretam Keylor