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[OOC: Imminent Arrival, tag anyone and everyone]

The U.S.S. Yangtze hovered outside her beleaguered and damaged mothership.  She was a Danube class runabout.  A long range shuttle and transport that was, in every respect, a veritable starship in its own right.  Through it's main canopy the Faith of the Heart could be seen. 
 All the interior lights of the saucer section flickered as the Yangtze's sensors swept back and forth across the Nebula Class explorer.  Life support was good but main power was still intermittent.  The power stack was cross wired like a Christmas tree and one of the key plasma conduits leading to the main deflector dish was blocked or severed.  Without the main dish they couldn't maintain relativistic velocities without pocking the entire hull.

"Faith of the Heart," the green skinned woman at the co-pilot's console transmitted, "This is the Yangtze.  You are receiving data now."

Inside the Faith, Chandani looked over the data.  She wasn't alone.  Several science officers were beside her, running computational models on the rear battle bridge panels.  After several long minutes they had their answer.

"Yangtze.  This is Faith of the Heart.  Analysis of local stars yields no results.  No pulsar signatures or other astral phenomena within range of the Yangtze's sensors match any of them in our database.  Galactic core is of a different mass with distinctly different gravitic signature than the Milky Way galaxy."

Shaavi sighed and leaned back.  That pretty much meant no help was coming.

"So I take it we've officially surpassed Voyager's record?" Shaavi asked.

"There's no way to know.  It won't be official until we can map our position relative to the Milky Way and how we're going to cross the great galactic barrier even if we did find a way back...  I have no idea."

"Well Captain," Shaavi added, "I've discovered several signals.  Most are simple- radio.  If we try and respond to their signals they won't receive an answer for several hours.  They sound disoriented and confused with conflicting accounts.  Most of them seem to be experiencing similar difficulties to our own.  Do I have permission to make contact?"

"What does your gut tell you?"

"My gut?"

"I could go over the transmissions but if, in your judgement, they do not present an immediate threat we should make contact."

"You do realize I'm the Security Chief and not an ambassador?"

The cat woman beside Shaavi chuckled.

"I'm also not a captain and I don't have a first officer as of yet.  What would you suggest?"

"Good Point."

"Keep a subspace channel open.  I'll be monitoring.  Faith of the Heart out."

"Yangtze Out." Shaavi finished and then turned to her pilot, "So.  What do you think?"

"I think you're screwed," M'Rella responded and tapped the side of her flat triangular nose.

M'Rella's fingers danced across the console as she entered an intercept course.  It was a short hop by any standard but she adjusted the entry slightly so that they would come out of warp and approach using impulse engines.  It wouldn't do to drop out of warp immediately out of nowhere without any sort of warning.


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The Yangtze burst out of warp after only a mere moment.  It then approached the collection of vessels at an impressive half of the speed of light, seemingly ignoring all relativistic effects of moving at such a ludicrous speed.  It did so from several minutes out.  Just to be on the safe side, giving the vessels a chance to read her on sensors before arriving.  After all, if the Yangtze had chosen to move faster they would be chasing their own sensor image.  Those vessels without supraluminal sensors would only have moments to respond.  They wanted to be seen, to be addressed, and hopefully not get a face full of weapons fire.