*** Bridge * USS Chimera *** Tension was in the air but rather than caused by nerves or worry, it stemmed from people working determindly towards a solution. LtCmdr Summers leaned back in the captains chair, her eyes on the flow of information scrolling across the arm console screen. She turned her head and looked around the Bridge, where all stations were manned by intent crew. Her gaze settled on the main screen and the Romulan Warbird it displayed. { So someone is immitating a Federation and Romulan vessel} she thought, unconciously raising her right hand to her collar and fingering the 'pips' there.{..but why? We both believe the other struck first....we both sustained heavy damage and casualties...so whoever fooled us, wanted that....but for what reason?} She dropped her gaze to the lower edge of the main screen, frowning in puzzlement. {We are a few steps away from a full scale war....who would want that?...to what benefit?...not us...and not them either surely} Her eyes raised to the vessel.{The Kzenti?} She could think of no reason why an isolated race...isolated by choice...should want to bring two hostile ships onto their doorstep. She glanced towards the OPs station. {Fosters idea makes sense in some ways...except for the main one....why?...and someone's scanning us...mmmm...is that done from the asteroid field too?} She shook her head slowly and looked back to the Warbird. {I wonder if they've detected the datastream.} She shifted in her seat and sighed thoughtfully. {I would dearly like to know where that signals coming from...and who's scanning us.} She glanced down at the small screen near her hand, tapped a few buttons and found the result displeasing. {Right...so we dont have full sensors....but..... we do have another way....} Sitting forward in the chair she looked at Foster. "Lieutenant...find the coordinates of the signal origin and send them to ODA." "Yes ma'am" he replied, having turned in his seat to face her. She looked down again to the control panel and opened a channel to the ODA office. PO Williams answered. "You have the coordinates. I want you to take a team there and prepare for a possible hostile reception..."she told him.."We need to find the source of a data stream....find out whos sending it...and determine if there's a threat." Williams acknowledged the order. Rangi sat back in her chair, her attention drawn back to the Romulan vessel.She took and a deep breath and released it slowly. *** End Log *** LtCmdr Rangi Summers CMO/AXO USS Chimera