Adventure!

Ambrose gets to work on bolstering the shields and weapons with more dedicated power, and sets aside some small amount for the cloaking device should they need to use it. He wished that he could have finished his diagnostic on the cloaking device before they got into a potential conflict, but he was confident that the cloaking device would run, just for how long and how well he wasn't sure of.

Ambrose gets down to work, moving some power away from systems that he knows won't help them in the potentially occurring battle. Astrometrics won't need much power, nor will the food delivery modules. He kept power up on life support-no reason to draw power from there too early. It can remain a backup source of power should he need it. He hums as he works, and directs his people to get on with the next task from under a console.

"Well I'll be damned. Looks like some sort of black-hole thingy making the space jump gate sticky. This ain't my expertise, but I'll check my combat records to see if the Collective has ever seen anything like this before. Everyone else should do some looking also, 'cause I reckon we'll be on top of it soon. Either way, looks like we got some serious bustin' to do."

Abara straightens himself as the Raptor approaches the eery scene, hopefully reassuring the younger crewmen on the bridge. He turns to Kemp, the Betageuzian manning the comms, who notices Abara's attention before he speaks, his spindly antennas twitching.
"Comms Officer Kemp, please open hailing frequencies: Unknown vessels attached to the Gate, this is Consortium Ship Raptor, Envoy Abara Biggs speaking. We mean no harm but are here to provide assistance for those in need. Also, any information on what happened around this Gate would be very much appreciated!" Comms Officer Kemp, please open hailing frequencies: Unknown vessels, this is the Consortium Ship Raptor, Envoy Abara Biggs speaking. Be advised that you are trespassing on a Gate protected under intergalactic treaty. Identify yourselves and explain your actions!"

"Seems like they mean to take down the gate! Some kind of terrorists? Is this gate important, or was it just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Either way, I don't think we can get out of here without a few scrapes on the knuckles."

Scott goes to ready the weapons in preparation for the upcoming confrontation.

Scott enters the bridge again back with a big grin.

"Weapons are locked and loaded. What do you say we take this bucket of bolts in to see what's going on?"

Abara sends a welcoming nod to Scott: "I trust your strategic judgement, Mr. McGunner."
To the helm: "Mr Steed, please take us in."

When the alarm sounded, Dr. R. B. Robo-Barbie was in her Dream-Cabin. There she dreamed of soaring through the vacuum of space alone for all eternity, surviving by feeding off of the solar power of the endless sea of stars. I would have to wear the same dress everyday forever!

She enters the wardrobe with this thought, and decides, I’d rather wear gold solar panels forever than titanium.

She chooses the dress that has sleeves, and wears the magnetic-heeled goddess-sandals with the straps that cross-cross up to her thighs.

Though only eleven and a half inches tall (just over a foot in heels), the klak-klak-klacking of her gait can be heard well before she enters the swinging pet door that leads to the bridge. She gives Briggs a curtsy before hopping onto a table and sitting at the edge of it, one leg crossed over the other.

"Commander Briggs, it would appear we are entering a situation. According to Wikidatabanx, 50% of mortals throw caution to the wind. And there is no wind in space." She has a point. Mattel only knows what that point is. "But assuming I am not asked to perform a psyche-eval, I do have… other talents."

With a welcoming smile, Abara turns around "Dr. Robo-Barbie, I wasn't aware you have also been drafted for the Raptor, a very pleasant surprise! Maybe you could try indeed to pick up some psychic waves from those ships there anchoring at the gate?"

(Somewhat relucatantly) refocussing his attention on the bridge "In the meantime, are you able to ID these ships, Mr. Steed? Members of the Hive Armada, as I suspected, maybe?"