Time passed quickly. It was not long before the USS Hathor hooked up with the convoy.
"Black to Kitanya. We just recieved a line of sight, beamed communication. It would appear as if a Klingon ship has joined the convoy cloaked. Shall I reply, sir?" "Affirrrmative," she replied. "Acknowledge and tell them to stay out of it unless things get out of contrrrol." ******* A few hours later ******* The Special Operations crew were doing their thing, relaxing, preparing mentally for the job ahead. Some were sparing, polishing up a few techniques that they felt that needed improvement. All of the fun and waiting was suddenly over. "General Quarters, General Quarters. All Hands man your battle stations. This is not a drill. Convoy is under attack." came a tensed voice from the bridge to all decks, seconds before the red alert klaxon went off. It was time... Kit went to the transporter room with the teams. Technically she wasn't supposed to join in on any missions, but then, Lasiter wasn't here, was he? And for this first one, she needed to be there to evaluate them, see how they handled real combat as a team, and frankly, she was spoiling for a good fight. She wanted to see these felinids up close. She sent the first team to the transporter pad. She herself would wait until the last group went over. This was their show, and she didn't want them feeling like she was a babysitter. "We've got to wait until they get theirrr shields down, teams. Loose and focused, everrrybody." They waited until they got their signal.
