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Archer turned to face the bridge’s aft section, where Donna O’Neill was maintaining a vigilant watch over Reed’s tactical console.

“You have the bridge, D.O.,” he said as he strode toward the turbolift.

Shuttlepod One

”This is the last time we’ll be able to speak before we know how this test will turn out, sirs,” O’Neill said. Seated beside Reed in the small, instrument-crammed cockpit, Archer smiled at O’Neill’s thoroughness; she seemed to be giving both men a gentle reminder of the importance of maintaining strict radio and subspace silence once the shuttlepod was under way.

“Understood,” Reed said from the copilot’s chair, where he was busy double-checking a status reading.

“If you manage to pull this off, Lieutenant Reed,” O’Neill said, “Starfleet is liable to name a new standard tactical plan after you in some Academy textbook.”

Reed wasted no time responding in kind to O’Neill’s wry tone. “Thank you, Lieutenant. And if things don’t work as expected, I’ll try to make sure you receive full credit as well.”

“Shuttlepod One out,” Archer said. Success has a thousand parents, he thought as he closed the channel to the bridge and disconnected the shuttlepod’s hardwired comlink. But failure is an orphan.

“We’re in low-power mode, rigged for silent running, and ready to launch.” Reed said from the chair beside him. “Is the word given, Captain?”

“Let’s get you into the history books, Malcolm,” Archer said.

The captain released the holding clamps, whose opposing motion pushed the shuttlepod clear of Enterprise. Next he fired the dorsal thrusters for a few seconds to put a little distance between the shuttlepod and the starship. Then Archer briefly activated one of the portside thrusters, sending the little vessel into a slow, leisurely roll. The maneuver provided a slowly revolving glimpse of Enterprise as she dwindled away rapidly into invisibility, owing to the combination of distance, relative motion, and the dimness of the light here on the fringes of the Kuiper belt.

So far, so good, Archer thought.

After nulling out the shuttlepod’s roll with an equivalent and opposite firing of a starboard thruster, Archer took manual control of the small craft’s course and heading. He placed Sol almost directly in the center of the forward windows and opened up the throttle to one-quarter of the shuttlepod’s maximum sublight velocity; Archer felt the force of acceleration push him into his chair for an instant, until the inertial damping system kicked in and restored the local gravimetric conditions to a static one g.

Since a shuttlepod had no warp capabilities, its maximum sublight velocity was, in fact, the upper limit of its speed capability. And that fact lay at the heart of today’s test of the warp-field detection grid, as conceived by Malcolm Reed and Donna O’Neill. Without a warp drive, a ship could take hours or even days to cross the gulf that separated the farthest extremities of the detection grid from the planets it protected, down deep in the solar gravity well, relatively speaking. In theory, that interval should have allowed any starfaring race enough time to mount a substantial defense.

But only if interloper vessels generated the warp fields necessary to set off a systemwide alarm.

Reed’s discovery several weeks ago of a passive means of finding— and thus of mapping—a detection grid’s individual sensor nodes had been the first step; one couldn’t very well avoid setting off the warp-field alarm without knowing where its “eyes” and “ears” were located. The tactical officer’s supposition that the Romulans may have developed a similar technique—a hypothesis supported by the data Columbia had gathered during last November’s narrowly averted Altair attack—was the second step.

Today’s test was to be the third and most significant step in the process, because it held the potential of shoring up the defense-grid “holes” that had allowed the Romulans to pierce the warp-field detection grids in numerous systems, with lethal results.

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