I Shall Have To "Guess"
Surak's Razor, equipped with new nacelles which Lothar had stolen from the USS Cairo (after rendering that ship inoperative through the use of hieroglyphically-transmitted command codes), continued on its dive towards the sun. I was attempting to make all of the calculations necessary for our trajectory around the sun, to achieve maximum velocity with minimal traces for Starfleet to follow -- I was also trying to ensure that, in the process of performing this high-speed slingshot maneuver, we did not also travel through time as well as space. Given the unpredictable nature of our warp field with the new oversized and overpowered (for Surak's Razor) Excelsior-class nacelles, this would not be easy. I was forced to use best-guess estimates for some variables. My concentration was not helped when Lothar began to sing "Warp Like An Egyptian." "Sorry," he apologized, "some habits are hard to break."