=/\= Bridge several hours after cloaking. =/\= The trip from their hiding spot to the base was slow but uneventful. With the crew breifed by reports sent to the senior officer in each department, each put forth their best efforts to prepare for their voyage in little amount of time. After reporting that the cloak was operational and ready for its first trial, Gaalen and Xenai kept watch in the basement making sure the ship was powered and would be able to move out of any harms way. In Science, Oriana snuck away from her quarters and was able to check up with her trust assistant, Pretrel, and ensure her modification to the sensor array prior to reaching the base were at their peak efficiency and ready for the difficult task of finding the wayward crewmen. In medical Mercedes awaited in sickbay2 for the expected incomming , crazed personnel accompanied by other medical personnel and several oda personnel for controlling those who were less that reasonable. And on the bridge Nathan watched the cloak and prepared for the worse while Andersen scanned the station and coordinated with the transporter chief the precision transporting for the suspected crew. Now the stout little ship circled beneath the station, where few ships ever tread and where fewer portals peering out in to space existed. Now in their little spiral the ship started its scans of the station, looking for the preverbal needle in a hay stack. Before reaching the station Lt Foster had suggested starting the scans on the part of the station where the promenade was located. He had reviewed the transporter logs and the duty schedules and discovered that 15 of the 30 still missing had only indicated several hours of R&R, intending to return to the ship. With that in mind it was a reasonable assumption that they would have no where else to go but the public areas like the promenade. It was a logical assumption and as good of place as any to start, after all even though Kinsi was a small base, it still dwarfed the chimera in size and number of hiding places. LT Fosters suggestion turned out to be fruitful for the first 30 minutes, identifying 5 people who matched the transporter buffers. Successfully transporting those individuals form the station, the proverbial "well" dried up quickly and the number of identified persons dwindled to one every 20 minutes or so. Keylor waited patiently in his chair as the time ticked by. He had lost track of the number of peoplke transported from the station when he heard LT Acheson pipe upform behind. "SIR! I Thik we have a problem !" he called out. Keylor turned around and looked back expectantly. "And that is?" he asked waiting for the remainder of the news. "Sir I was scanning the station, seeing if ther lower torpedo tubes were powered up, the ones aboe the main engineering section." Keylor's eyes perked, "You don't think they have detected us do you?" he asked. " no sir, But I did notice apower surge in main engineering. Sir It apears they have a warp core breacjh in progress." Keylor stood up immediately, "Warp core Breach? Are you sure it is not some sensor trick, like the one Cameorn Sikes tried to use?" He waited patiently. Keylor noticed Andersen look up breifly form the consol, then back down with a little more stern determination looking in his face. "No sir I am fairly certain this is real, and if my sensors are reading it right, I don't think they have five minutes before it explodes." Nathan said. "Keylor looked forward to the helm. "Helm, plot a course away from the station." He then looked over to Andersen, "Lieutenant? How many so far?" He asked for the number of recovered individuals. "17 sir." Keylor looked back at Nathan, "Very well Lt. Foster keep working as long as you can." Keylor was not please with the news, but he was far from surprised. With the behaviour exhibeted by the crew exposed ofr a limited time, he could only think that many on the station were truly delusional. "Lieutenant Achseon, drop the.." He started to ask for the cloak to be dropped to increase the sensor effeciency when Acheson interupted. "SIR! The CORE. Some one just ejected it. But it does not have a lot of velocity. At its current rate, the station will most likely sustain server damage to the lower 8 decks. " He looked up at Keylor , "Sir I don't think the station could take that much damage." He added. Keylor hesitated for only a second. "Drop cloak. Bring the tractor beams online and lock on to the core." Keylor then spun around to the front. "Helm, pout us in position for a tow, then plot the straightest path away form here. " He barked out. Andersen then spoke out, "Sir, I suggest we suspend operations until the threat is cleared." Keylor nodded as he looked over to Andersen, "Very well, transfer all power to the shields and tractor beam." He started to turn away when Andersen continued, "I scanned the engineering section to confirm Lieutenant Acheson readings." He said in a calm plain voice," I found Commander Guzman. Transporter room 1 is beaming him over now." Keylor nodded. Very good, please inform the CMO I am sure she would be interested to hear the good news. The helm chimed in next, "Sir course laid in." Keylor faced the front and headed back to his chair. "Engage." He simply replied. Quickly the viewscreen cahnged and the starbas left and returned to view. A large green form soon appeared on the screen, the station core. With grace and spped the core slipped to the bottom of the viewscreen. Within a miniute of giving the order to engage , Nathan called out. "Tractor beam engaged sir!" Keylor sat in his chair, "Best possible speed Helm, Lieutenant Acheson, Let thehelm know when we are loosing the tractor beam." He listened as both the helm and Nathan confirmed hearing the order. - 3 minutes - - Keylor watched his wrist chrono, counting every second as they sped as fast as they could from the station. It had bee 3 minutes since they started their tow and who knew when the core would loose its containment field. He called out to the bridge, " Disengage tractor beam, Helm warp 1 away from the blast, engage." He kept his commands short, relying on the others to understand. Just as the stars started to streak on the screen the ship rocked. The streaking stars only lasted for a second when the. Lights flickered and the red lights came on instantly. Keylor figured the guess of when the core would explode was off by a second or two and just as they warped away the core exploded. Keylor looked about and did not see any one lying on the floor. In his mind he was relieved, it was the first time since he had taken command of the ship they had survived an explosion. Looking forward he asked helm. "Do we have impulse? " The helm officer tapped a few times, "Aye sir we do." Was the reply with a slight sigh of relief. Keylor adjusted himself in his seat. "Ok everyone excitement for the day is over. Helm take us back to the station. Lieutenant Andersen, damage report please. Lieutenant Acheson, Scan the station, with their core gone I doubt they have the power for phasers, and if we positions ourselves properly , torpedoes should not be a problem at close range." Keylor listened as each officer responded. He settled in to his chairand waited for everyone else to do their jobs. ===End Log=== Col Bretam Keylor Captain <<OOC: Ok everyone, fill in the gaps and take it forward. Lets wrap this up.>>