Recon Part - II "
By: M'Ressha Mikaht, fighter pilot , [RNPC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Acting Chief Intel Officer, [PST]
Maxine Lucinda Tapert, Computer Specialist, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.27 1945

Blitzer walked around the USS Tigris inspecting it. It wasn't like his fighter. It was absolutely huge. As he came around the side, Lt Granger was still fueling the deuterium. "Don't worry Blitz, she's the best Danube Class ship on the Zion. Blitzer returned his observation with a frown, "Its the only one," he said crossing his arms and shaking his head. "Look at this thing, Its a shuttlebus," he said.

Granger chuckled, "This is some serious equipment, look its got two FIB-3 Fusion Impulse Engines and two LF-7X2 Compact Linear Warp Nacelles." He shut down the fuel lines when the light on the discharge tube turned green. He disconnected the conduit clamps and continued lecturing, "it will do warp 8.3 easy."

"Armament" said Blitzer, as he ran his paw across the one of the lateral phaser banks, "...Six Type VI phasers, two forward, two aft, one starboard, one port."

"..and 2 micro torpedo launchers," added Granger.

Blitzer grinned.

He spotted from across the way one of his passengers. As she drew closer, he greeted her with a salute, "Good evening, Ma'am. The equipment you've requested has been loaded in to the rear cargo area. The manifest is on a PADD back there too. Just let me know when you are ready to go.

Northrop looked at the man for a moment. "Do I look like an officer to you? I work for a living. Drop the Ma'am crap."

Blitzer had an "Oh my" expression on his face, it wasn't the reply he was expecting.

Yeah, it was probably over the top a little, but she wasn't about to let some throttle jockey call her Ma'am. Walking through the hatch into the runabout, Alyssa headed into the back to look over her gear.

Several minutes later Blitzer spotted an ops officer. "You must be the flight crew," he said with a smirk.

Maxine looked up and shifted the isolinear chip a bit so she could speak without mumbling. ""You must be th'pilot," she grinned.

"I'm Mikaht. but everyone calls me Blitzer."

"Maxine Tapert, but everyone calls me Max." She had a pack slung over one shoulder and her long hair was braided into small braids and tied at the back of her head.

Then, Northrop's voice called out from the back, "Hey...let's go!"

Blitzer shrugged at Max.

"Roight y'are," Max nodded and climbed on board.

Blitzer sat down at the flight control station. In away he was actually going to enjoy this excursion, even if it was dangerous. When he finished his preflight check he looked over at Maxine who was running a systems check and glanced over to smile back at him.

"Ready here," she told him.

"USS Tigris to flight control, we are ready for launch."

"Acknowledged," came the reply, "you are go for launch."

Blitzer powered up the impulse engines and flipped on the comlink, "prepare for take off chief" he said as he lifted the ship off the flight deck. Despite its bulky size it handled quite well.

He moved the ship forward through the atmospheric force field and out into space.

"Accelerating to one-quarter impulse," he announced.

Blitzer nodded at Max, "engage the cloak."

Max's fingers moved over the console as she executed his order. "Cloak engaged and operating at one hundred percent," she flashed him a grin.

The runabout shimmered and faded away and Max's grin broadened. "I love it when that 'appens," she admitted out loud. "Makes me feel like Alice In Wonderland..." Although how she came by that analogy is anyone's guess.

"Changing course, heading 270 mark 3...warp 7," he said as he engaged he warp engines. He looked at Max, "its on auto, I'm going to go check on our passenger."

"A'roight," Maxine nodded and continued to run system checks.

Everything Alyssa sent down looked like it was in working order. Granted there wasn't much there, just a backpack with a couple of her more interesting toys inside. In addition to her holster and phaser pistol. Pulling the pistol out of it's box, she checked the charge on the power cell and then reloaded it.

Blitzer came back and found Alyssa. "Chief? we're cloaked and on course to Pacifica at warp 7. We'll arrive there about 1100 hours, about 12 hours from now."

Slipping into the shoulder holster, "That's fine. Thanks for the heads up."

"If you want to get some sleep go ahead and choose which quarters you want. I'll alert you if anything happens"

Alyssa nodded.

Blitzer turned and headed back to the runabout's flight deck."