Rendez-vous with the battleship

"Captain; we are entering sensor range with the Draxx battleship."

"Thank you, Lieutenant Irksos," said the dark blue Andorian in the center seat. "Let us try this by the book. Mister Snow; keep us at long range distance and take a parallel course with them, same speed and axis. We do not want to look provocative in any way."

"Coming about, 180 mark 45, warp 9," acknowledged the Inuit Helmsman. "following Starfleet's Rules of Engagement as ordered, Sir."

"Lieutenant Lyrya; transmit greetings to the Draxx with their own photonic communication protocol, standard procedure."

"Aye, Captain," the Aenar counselor answered as her white delicate fingers ran over the comm panel of her medical command chair at his left.

"Lieutenant Tyvya, keep our tactical systems down but monitor theirs closely. If they show any sign of hostility, do not return fire but keep shields at full power and assist the helm in keeping us out of weapons range."

"Aye, Captain," the Andorian giantess responded. "My sensors show that they have at least six times the offensive capabilities of the cruiser we encountered at Eden. If they choose to be hostile, we will not stand a chance in even a brief fire exchange."

Kheren turned to the seat next to him on his right hand, addressing the Romulan now occupying it. Uncounsciously, he fell into his peculair habit of speaking with antique Terran seafaring references.

"Mister Solius; any recommendation as to how to stay afloat in case of a broadside from this Man O' War?"