Navarre settled slowly into his chair. His eyes fixed on the Roman vessel as it appeared to alter its heading. He scowled deeply as different scenarios played out in his mind. He had been taught by his Klingon father to be very mindful of Romulans; they were devious, decietful, but also master tacticians. " They're tracking us." He stated evenly. "And I really find that unsettling." He tapped the chair arm in thought for several moments. "Mr.Sielvario." "Sir?" "Upon my command, full reverse on the engines and breaking thruster. Bring her to a one quarter impulse crawl." "Aye, Sir." The Helmsman responded with a puzzled tone of voice. Navarre punched the intercom button. "Blue," He stated calmly.