[Bridge]
Two distress calls? It wasn't unheard of, but certainly not common, and especially uncommon in the Gamma Quadrant of all places. But now wasn't the time to calculate the astronomical odds of that happening.
"We do have several large crafts in the docking bay, sir," he pitched. "I wouldn't recommend sending them into battle, but if either of the emergencies are medical or otherwise, we could send a group over." As he finished speaking, he kept his attention on Dylan, but did turn slightly to acknowledge others on the Bridge. He heard snippets of conversation, which explained their situation slightly more, enough to somewhat piece it together.
Dylan nodded at Jettis. The man's idea was unorthodox, but sound. A flotilla of shuttles to go where the ship could not. Dylan liked it, and hopefully things would go well enough. "Very well. Report to the shuttlebay- take the 8's and 9's. I'll send down a crew, take them to the Cardassians." he said, referring to the shuttles Scobee, Smith, McNair, Jarvis, Resnik, and McAuliffe. Together the ships were a rather formidable force, but not the same as the ship. It wasn't much but they'd have to do.
=/\=Ensign Lek, Lieutenants Reede and Vaughan, report to the shuttlebay- armed away team, complete medical gear.
He turned to Sevoc, who was on the bridge. "Report to the Away Team. Try and find out what the Cardassians are doing here?"
He looked once more at Jettis. "We won't be there to support you, at the first sign of trouble bug out of there. Good Hunting," he said, as he turned to the chair and sat down.
"Helm, set course for the second distress call. As soon as the away team has departed, engage, all possible speed." he said, as he frowned. He didn't like sending out the shuttles into this kind of unknown, but as everyone here knew, this was some of the danger of the job.
Dylan opened a commslink to the whole ship, his voice echoing through the speakers all over the Challenger.
Attention All Hands... Battle Stations.