She watched silently at the three Federation vessels vanished from sight and out of her ships sensor range. "A little more push." She commented slowly. "Locating targets at random is too time consuming. More intel is what is required." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Bring me the Doctor. Bring the medical section on line and prep my other two guests for procedure." She ordered. "At once, Prime." The Centurion moved off to carry out his given orders. "Helm," She called out without even glancing back. She knew well her crew was always alert to her commands. "Alter heading by thirty degrees, back into Federation space. Sensor crews are to search for possible targets." She reclined back into her chair, a satisfied grin upon her lips. "A shipping center." She nodded slowly.