Navarre lead the two women down through the ship; two one of the lower decks. "There she is." Navarre pointed out through the observation windows to the distant barge as he slipped into the central control seat. "Looks so small from here." Dr.Shell stated softly. "Alone in the dark." She thought about all her teams aboard the vessel. At the moment, not even concerned about the data and relics they carried with them. "It won't stay so small." Navarre laughed as he activated the systems. "Locking in tractor targeting." He hesitated for a moment as he adjusted the settings, An intense blue beam lanced across space and seemed to slam against the forward hull of the barge. "Got it. Solid lock."