TACTICAL: "Klingon battlecruiser detected at extreme range... they've fired. Six torpedoes inbound. Four minutes to impact."
VIEWSCREEN SHOWS ANIMATED PLOT OF TORPEDO TRACKS.
DECOY DRONES LAUNCH, EACH LOCKING ONTO A TORPEDO AND EITHER DISTRACTING IT OR CAUSING IT TO DETONATE. MEANWHILE THE SHIP BEGINS EMITTING SIGNALS TO CONFOUND THE TORPEDOS' GUIDANCE SYSTEMS.
CAPTAIN: "Maximum shields and Evasive maneuvers. Let's get out of those torpedoes' way just in case. Weapons officer. Can we get a lock on the Klingon?"
WEPS: "Negative, they've cloaked."
CAPTAIN: "Okay. Torpedo spread, maximum dispersal based on his position when he fired."
A DOZEN TORPS LAUNCH. MINUTES LATER, THOUSAND OF CUBIC MILES OF SPACE IS BATHED IN ANTIMATTER EXPLOSIONS.
TACTICAL: "No joy, sir. He's not there any more."
CAPTAIN: "Continue evasive pattern. Let's not give him an easy lock. Stand by torpedoes and phasers. Weps, you fire the second he pops up, don't wait for my order."
WEPS: "Aye, sir."
TACTICAL: "Klingon decloaking at-"
WEPS: "Torpedoes away."
SIX TORPS REACH OUT
TAC: "He's launching too. Phasers auto-engaging enemy torps."
THE ANIMATED TACTICAL PLOT ON THE SCREEN SHOWS THE ENEMY TORPS EXPLODING FROM PHASERS AS OUR TORPS PASS THEM GOING THE OTHER WAY. THE KLINGON SHIP TURNS INTO A FORMLESS BLOB AS OUR TORPS HIT. BUT ONE ENEMY TORP...
TAC: "Missed one, sir!"
THE SHIP ROCKS.
TAC: "Forward shield... down by 10 %. No damage. Sorry about that, sir."
CAP: "No worries. Coffee, yoeman?"
YOEMAN: "yes it is, sir."