Gue'rach understanding of human language and linguistics was rather standard at best. That's said, he struggled to determine if Astrid's remark either as an insult directed to him or some kind of situational gesture. Whatever it was, he allowed it to slide and kept mind focused on the circumstance as it evolved. While Astrid attended to the bomb, the Tactical officer kept all four of his eyes glued to the display, remotely controlling all the on-board security cams positioned on the engineering deck, looking to find any observation devices that may have been planted. The wait to hear Astrid's report or the explosion that could instead come about if she had failed, assaulted his nerves, and begged for attention. But having been trained as a soldier, he did his level best to remain collected. Worrying about things that were outside of his control was irrelevant; only duty was important now.

Eventually, the former of the anticipated scenarios arrived with Astrid reporting that the bomb had been disarmed, [color=f7976a]"Excellent work, Lieutenant Faust,"[/color] complimented Gue'rach.

Almost immediately, he made his way down to the pilot's terminal, which somehow presented a larger and wider interface than the tactical console. After toggling some of the commands, Gue'rach pulled up both the propulsion and guidance systems, which were also elaborate as well; again, much more than the tactical console could ever be. Keeping to the plan as was discussed in their briefing, he kept the main engines off while only using the maneuvering thrusters to fly the ship, using only brief boosts to propel the Moray forward. Of course, this inviting a new weary concern. While the [i]Moray[/i] was, more or less, running silent, any pirate that was paying attention to any kind of radar could see the seemingly harmless vessel creeping towards it. It was an agonizing feeling for sure and one that would have demanded a wealth of patience, especially so since that weak jets that pushed and reoriented the [i]Moray[/i] were very underpowered. Thus, they would be waiting for quite a while.

Ten minutes in fact; ten minutes of carefully watching the zoomed-in image of the pirate ship and checking to see if any of the main guns were swerving towards the Moray's direction all the while making course and orientation corrections.

Eventually, they had made it. The [i]Moray[/i], still appearing unpowered and unsuspecting, now hovered in space at a standstill, just outside of five-hundred meters from the pirate and broadside on to it, where the transport ship could present a full volley. With everyone now in-position and on-station, Gue'rach patched it with both Cake and the [i]Prize[/i].

[color=f7976a]"The [i]Moray[/i] is now in position and ready to commence the operation,"[/color] the Tactical officer reported, [color=f7976a]"I believe the term is, [i]'it's go time'[/i]."[/color]