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Verelon accepts Worf's orders, though somewhat reluctantly, and proceeds to work diligently on restoring the ship's tactical visibility by rerouting energy from the reactor core. When the final connections are made, and the Defiant II regains its forward sensors, Verelon sighs.

Gerhard, Kol, I hope they know what they're doing. With our propulsion systems operating in such a low energy economy, we'd be foolish to attempt to out maneuver this imposing vessel. Let's hope diplomacy takes us where limited energy reserves cannot....

And then, for just the shortest of moments, a blip appeared on the Defiant's radar, seemingly undetected by the Jaradi, before quickly returning to the secrecy from which it briefly emerged. Verelon's antennae shot up above his mane in response.

I must tell the others, but not cause a stir.... And with a quickened stride, Verelon began to exit engineering and make his way toward the bridge.

Verelon believes the only way we can truly have tactical acuity is to get these forward sensors operating at a sufficient capacity.

Our ship will surely be met with an onslaught of asteroids, foes, space junk, or other intolerable obstacles if we can't even feed the capacitors...But maybe...

While the probe net may be sufficient temporary substitution to our navigational quandary, I'd like to suggest an additional strategy. By using an ultra-magnetic dynamo as a makeshift energy converter, we may be able to use some of the emergency ship fuel to produce the desired photon ejection and get the full visual field we truly need to ensure the safety of the Defiant II and her crew.

Verelon rolls his eyes and opens up his posture.

The Dominion you say?! Unknown diseases you say!? My my, there's nothing sweet and easy about this voyage now is there? I suppose flying by our pants... seat... The Colonel glances at Gibson to confirm his understanding of the context will become not an occasional necessity, but our Modus Operandi!

He laughs aloud briefly.

Ah well, if things were continuously perfect, we wouldn't need Starfleet's best and brightest on this ship then, would we?

He smirks half-heartedly.

The Colonel stands with his arms folded behind his back. He nods as Kol speaks, in acknowledgement of her suggestion, but an uneasy look spreads across his face.

Unfortunately, the forward sensor array is functioning sub-optimally, at about 24% capacity. I've been working to enhance its photon feed, but it's suffering from unprecedented energy loss.This is far from the ideal time to be taking the Defiant II into a potential graviton ellipse! Plus, it looks like I'm working woth engines from stardate 52000. I simply don't think we are prepared for this.

Shortly after conducting his first round of routine checks on the engine and warp nicelle functionality, Verelon hears Captain Worf's announcement overhead. He didn't even give me enough time for a proper check of the ship's weapons and cloaking device! He knows I needed until at least 53001.3!

With that, Verelon tweaked the power gauges just before making his way toward the briefing room. As he passed the small arms practice range, he hear the familiar sounds of a TR-116 being fired off in swift and deliberate intervals. A quick deduction would put the pistol in the hands of Tork Gerhard, who has most likely missed or ignored Worf's announcement.

Upon entering, he noticed impressive groupings on the targets found across the range. As Gerhard takes a brief moment to sit and rest, Verelon approaches him with a warm smile; his arms crossed behind his back.

Lieutenant! It is always a pleasure to watch you shoot. Personal security is of the utmost importance... It appears the Captain has summoned us to the briefing room. I suggest we go, and promtly. It is safer to navigate a class 4 asteroid field than to keep a Klingon waiting.

Inhale. 1,2,3,4,5. Exhale. Inhale. 1,2,3,4,5. Exhale.

Col. Verelon sits in his chamber, legs folded, still wearing his slumber garments. He does his morning breathing exercises daily, to settle his ever-excited nerves. War treats no one fairly, and Verelon was no exception.

C'mon man, just get through the meditations. You've got to keep your calm. The crew will have no use for Andorian engineer at his wits end!

He gets up and begins to don his Starfleet uniform and perform his daily grooming. He combs his mustache, and polymers his hair up into a tall and wild shock. He looks in the mirror and catches a glimpse of the brave and foolhardy young recruit he once was.

After a brief moment, he sighs, and then puts on the jovial countenance he has become known for. It's great to be part of a new crew, and travel in a solid vessel. As he makes his way to engineering, he greets the crew politely and warmly. Today seemed to the Colonel, like it would be a great day.

When I post, do I have to do all that crazy formatting if I'm not rolling dice?

Colonel Verelon of Andoria, Reporting in.