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Inside the Dyson Sphere, on board the
U.S.S. Darwin,
hurtling out of control toward the Sphere's
wall . . .
Picard asked himself if Captain Dalen was capable
of taking the ship to its destruction, leaving no time for the crew to escape.
The Darwin, an exploratory vessel, carried two smaller craft, but they
were as large as small ships and carried equipment far in excess of standard
shuttles. They would be enough to carry away the crew into the great space of
the Sphere, and reach the lock, which would then be triggered; and the
Enterprise would collect the emerging orphans.
Picard turned in the saddle, "Captain
Dalen," he said, knowing that the shuttles had also been disabled by the
attack, "repairs on the Balboa and the Engford?"
Dalen extruded a rocky digit and poked at
a control panel on the side of her saddle. "I have spared all the crew I
can to get the Balboa ready," she said, "just in case."
"Status?"
"Same as Darwin. She may be ready
a minute earlier--two minutes at the outside--but the best answer I can
give is maybe."
Picard did a quick volume, mass, and
consumables calculation in his head. "Cramped," he said, "very cramped.
But the Balboa is a big enough lifeboat for all of us."
"Ah," said Dalen. "But the Darwin
is a great big lifeboat all by herself, isn't she?"
Picard realized that the Horta was
resigned to regaining control of the Darwin. In the time left
there was little choice but to wait out the repairs.
"And the small lifepods?" he asked.
"Beyond our control," Dalen replied. "We
could send personnel out in the manual eject pods, but at this speed
they would not gain enough velocity to prevent falling into the Sphere's
atmosphere and going plasma."
They would wait out the repairs, Picard
thought.
"Riker to Picard."
"Picard here."
"Captain, since the Darwin is not being
abandoned, what can we do to help you?"
"In a word," Picard replied, "nothing."
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