The shuttle shook hard as they came about over the hull of the Gott trying to escape the anomaly. With a controlled exhale, Andy saw from his sensors that although they glanced the wave, they were at least now clear of it. He turned to McWilliams. “Any damage?” “We are venting some plasma," responded the petty officer. "And the nacelle looks like it is inoperable.” McWilliams continued to scan the data on his terminal. “Sir it looks like the nacelle has metal fatigue.” “Can we make it to the Gott?” McWilliams replied that the impulse engines were still operating, and Andy announced that they'd press on to dock with the nova class vessel. "After we have accomplished the mission we can get one of the engineering specialists to look at the shuttle,” he added. "How are the others?" asked Andy, coming about to the port side of the saucer. McWilliams shook his head. "I can't get a reading on either shu -- uh. Hold on." The petty officer adjusted his sensors, and called out in alarm, "Sir! The General's shuttle has abruptly changed course!" Andy came about again, and finding a safe pocket of space, watched in dread as the General's shuttle was buffeted as it flew askance into the partially open doors of the auxillary shuttle bay. Andy realized uncomfortably that his abrupt change in flight path made the General assume he was going to take his parking space, and he must have decided to dock elsewhere. "How are they?" asked Andy after a few moments had passed. McWilliam's scanners said they were losing atmosphere in the shuttle bay, but they were transporting into the interior of the Gott. "They're safe, but not going anywhere with that shuttle, though." "Damn. Alright. Well, it's empty now. Plotting a course for the starboard side Deck 3 landing pad," said Andy, tapping in new docking coordinates. "Sir," said McWilliams, just as Andy had finished programming the flight path, "Major Walsh's shuttle has just landed on the portside platform." "What?! They were supposed to land in the main shuttlebay and go to engineering!" "Sir, look," protested McWilliams, guesturing to the main viewscreen, where they still had an image of the platform. Sure enough, a federation shuttle had just settled on it. Andy swore colorfully for a while. The starboard landing pad was enveloped in a spatial anomaly that had nearly shorn off one of his nacelles, Bretam just crashed into the auxillary shuttle bay, and Walsh was now taking the only other topside docking area. How the hell was Walsh planning to get to engineering from deck three? How the hell was Andy going to get to the bridge now? "God dammit. Alright, Mr. McWilliams. Let's see if there's a spot where we can squeeze into the main shuttle bay. We can crawl through the jeffries tubes and make it up five decks. Hopefully we can avoid the bugs." McWilliams didn't look too happy, and neither did the rest of the ODA team accompanying them. "Would it kill them to actually use the comm every once in a while," murmured Andy to himself bitterly, as he piloted the ship back under the saucer, and came about to the rear, finding the main shuttle bay open and waiting. Lt. Andersen Foster Operations Officer USS Chimera