the minutes seemed to tick by slowly; tensions on the bridge were rising as they waited. "On screen." Sill adjusted the visual outputs, pulling a clear image of the vessel ahead of them. "Well," Navarre exclaimed slowly. "Our Ghost makes another appearance." The little Andorian went rigid; her expression tightened and seemed to turned a shade lighter. "Slave ship." She muttered softly. "Slave ship?" Navarre spun partially around, staring up at her in disbelief. "Power emissions appear normal." Sill ran a sensor sweep hurriedly. "shields are down. Detecting three life signs. No other vessels showing in the vicinity." He glanced up in confusion. "Why are they just hanging here?" "Three?" Blue shot a puzzled look to the helmsman. "That's wrong. There should be a crew count of fifteen. That's not counting any Slaves aboard." Sill glanced down and ran another scan. Her shook his head. "Three, and they're weak signs at that." "Destroy them!" Blue hissed angrily through clenched teeth. "No." Navarre stated slowly as he stared at the vessel they were approaching. "I would rather know why they were Ghosting us to start with." He glanced back over his shoulder at his blue engineer, who was currently trembling with barely controlled rage. "I agree with your thinking, Blue. But I want some answers to start with." He stared at the vessel before them for several moments. "I'll take a pod over and investigate." He finally stated. "Why?" Blue placed a hand on his shoulder as she glanced down at her Captain. "I got the transport system back on line and tested before we departed from the Fringe." "Transport......" Navarre broke into a broad smile. "That's my Little Blue." "We don't have any schematics of this type of vessel." Sill pre-offered. "You'll be roaming around over there blind." "No." Blue stated in a soft voice. "I know the layout of the ship." "Blue?" Navarre again glanced up at her with concern. "I'll be okay, Captain." She nodded her head. "You need answers. We will get them."