. "Damn!" Zak barked. "That's going to complicate things for our Away Team if they send personnel down to load supplies."
. Den said, "Double checking, not that I don't trust your data, Hines. Making sure." He scowled as he confirmed it. "This got more complicated."
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. Relok looked again at Zak and asked, "Commodore, did we make arrangements for secure comm signals with our Away Team? I wouldn't want to contact them if we risk exposing them, but ...," he trailed off.
. Zak started with, "Den, Hines, tell me we have a way to talk to our team that's ...," but he was interrupted by Hines.
. "I didn't think we needed to," Hines said, raising an eyebrow. "Kat is over there, Den is here, ..." he trailed off.
. Zak blushed, "Oh, um, yeah, we have that don't we? Den, let your sister know they might be having company."
. "Yes, sir," Den said as he called for his sister, ~Kat, you've got incoming. A heavy cruiser.~
. After a moment, Hines called out, "I've got it, bearing 118 mark 72 as of last transmission."
. Zak grumbled, "I deliberately chose the rural world to avoid just this scenario! Why do the Fates want to play with us like this?"
. Hines added more information, "They just called to Flight Control. Priority Code Beta 3-2-7. Still bearing 118 mark 72, at heading 215 mark 171. Can't tell their speed, though."
. Den mentioned, "Sir, that just flagged them and us."
. Zak turned to the Tactical Officer, "What do you mean, Den?"
. Den grimaced, "I'm not sure, it might be a glitch." He glanced back down at his console and scrolled through a few things. "Pffew," he breathed, "No, I think we're in the clear."
. Relok said, "Commodore ... I'm detecting a ... sensor anomaly in the general direction where Hines said that ship would be. I think it's cloaked, but ...," he looked up with a smirk, "We can see it, well ... sorta."