Someone should get them Makis Spirodopoulos to do the flying and the shooting. Speaking of someone willing to do something very unusual to get the job done. 
ST: Independence - "Nadir"
- Thread starter Dnoth
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Ha! Apparently not indeed. These gutsy doctors are getting along nicely but how will it fare when things start going badly. As they are sure to do when tackling the Vuke.
Thanks everyone. Sorry I've been slacking for the last week. I need to get to reading others' stories as well.
...Now that you mention it, DarKush, I can see Jeff Bridges playing Musgrave.
*****
CHAPTER 12
Supplemental
USS Kitzingen, Deck 6, Gymnasium Two
En Route to Arbazan System
The gym would have been rather barren had it not been for the many personal touches the captain’s wife made to it. There were potted plants in the corners, several instructional posters were hung on the bulkheads, and the deck had been lined with bamboo mats.
There were over a dozen students. Some wore the traditional tai chi garb; others simply wore loose-fitting clothing. The notable people in attendance, included: Tang Zian, Tactical Officer Ishok, and Captain Musgrave.
The instructor, Evelyn Musgrave, had long, dark hair with streaks of grey. Her face was joyous and her eyes were amber. She finished leading the class through a form and ended with a wide motion of her arms. Her hands came together above her head and slowly made their way down to her abdomen. She addressed the class, “Remember, your breathing. Don’t breathe from your chest. Feel the air fill your body all the way to the lower stomach.” She gestured to a Benzite female, “Except you, crewman, you want to fill your air bladders on your thighs.”
The blue-skinned alien nodded.
“Alright, everyone,” she concluded, “That’s it. Have a good day.”
As the class filed out, the elder woman approached Zian. “You must be Mr. Tang.” She extended a hand, “It’s good to meet you.”
He accepted it, “And you too, Mrs. Musgrave.”
She grimaced slightly, “Oh, don’t do that. Call me Evey.”
The science officer relented, “If you say so, Evey.”
“Your movements were very fluid. You’ve done this before.”
The Asian confirmed, “Yes, my family practiced every morning at a local park in Wuhan.”
The captain came up next to her. He obviously overheard the conversation. He jumped in, “It’s more than that, Evey. Can you believe our new science officer was raised to be a performance acrobat?”
“Oh really?”
It became apparent the comment caught the junior officer off guard.
“I’m sorry,” said the captain, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just read it in your file.”
“It’s not that, sir,” offered Zian. “It’s just…my mother and I had something of a falling out over it. She wanted me to continue the tradition.”
“I see,” he simply said. “I didn’t mean to bring up unpleasant memories.”
He straightened up and said with sincerity, “It’s not a problem, sir.”
After a short silence, Evey redirected the conversation. “Well, you certainly move gracefully. It seems you’re now one of my best students.” She added with a laugh, “I wish I could take credit for it.”
“Well,” started the CO, “We’d best get ready for the day.” Issac smiled sympathetically and nodded in farewell, “Lieutenant, see you on the bridge.”
On her way out, Evey placed a friendly hand on Zian’s shoulder.
As he watched the couple leave, Tang could help but feel a little bit more at home. It was complete with loving surrogate parents.
Stardate: 54299.4 (31 Aug 2377)
Runabout Banda
En Route to the H’Kan System
The renegade doctors were nearly two-thirds of the way to their destination.
Over the last 24 hours, Zo’Kala had become a de facto babysitter. She didn’t mind, really. It was interesting to interact with the two year old human. His language and intellectual skills were behind in Arkonian terms. But she understood humans developed slower than her own race. Replacing the diapers proved to be particularly unappealing.
Coby’s mother had checked in every hour or so at first, but then, her visits became more and more sporadic. Zo’Kala took this as a sign of the female birth-giver’s confidence in her.
In the last several hours, she had hardly even seen the adults. Whatever they were doing back there, they apparently were very involved in doing it.
The younger Arkonian held the boy in her lap and she read from what Jane described as a “Fairy Tale.” She had no idea Terran pigs had any engineering skills, though there was obviously a learning curve.
“…and the big, bad wolf…” she stopped reading mid-sentence. She heard a sound coming from one of the consoles.
A moment later, the computer voice alerted her, “Vessel approaching.”
Zo’Kala requested, “Identify vessel.”
“USS Chaka, Saber class patrol vessel.”
She immediately called to the aft section, “Go’chama!”
...Now that you mention it, DarKush, I can see Jeff Bridges playing Musgrave.
*****
CHAPTER 12
Supplemental
USS Kitzingen, Deck 6, Gymnasium Two
En Route to Arbazan System
The gym would have been rather barren had it not been for the many personal touches the captain’s wife made to it. There were potted plants in the corners, several instructional posters were hung on the bulkheads, and the deck had been lined with bamboo mats.
There were over a dozen students. Some wore the traditional tai chi garb; others simply wore loose-fitting clothing. The notable people in attendance, included: Tang Zian, Tactical Officer Ishok, and Captain Musgrave.
The instructor, Evelyn Musgrave, had long, dark hair with streaks of grey. Her face was joyous and her eyes were amber. She finished leading the class through a form and ended with a wide motion of her arms. Her hands came together above her head and slowly made their way down to her abdomen. She addressed the class, “Remember, your breathing. Don’t breathe from your chest. Feel the air fill your body all the way to the lower stomach.” She gestured to a Benzite female, “Except you, crewman, you want to fill your air bladders on your thighs.”
The blue-skinned alien nodded.
“Alright, everyone,” she concluded, “That’s it. Have a good day.”
As the class filed out, the elder woman approached Zian. “You must be Mr. Tang.” She extended a hand, “It’s good to meet you.”
He accepted it, “And you too, Mrs. Musgrave.”
She grimaced slightly, “Oh, don’t do that. Call me Evey.”
The science officer relented, “If you say so, Evey.”
“Your movements were very fluid. You’ve done this before.”
The Asian confirmed, “Yes, my family practiced every morning at a local park in Wuhan.”
The captain came up next to her. He obviously overheard the conversation. He jumped in, “It’s more than that, Evey. Can you believe our new science officer was raised to be a performance acrobat?”
“Oh really?”
It became apparent the comment caught the junior officer off guard.
“I’m sorry,” said the captain, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just read it in your file.”
“It’s not that, sir,” offered Zian. “It’s just…my mother and I had something of a falling out over it. She wanted me to continue the tradition.”
“I see,” he simply said. “I didn’t mean to bring up unpleasant memories.”
He straightened up and said with sincerity, “It’s not a problem, sir.”
After a short silence, Evey redirected the conversation. “Well, you certainly move gracefully. It seems you’re now one of my best students.” She added with a laugh, “I wish I could take credit for it.”
“Well,” started the CO, “We’d best get ready for the day.” Issac smiled sympathetically and nodded in farewell, “Lieutenant, see you on the bridge.”
On her way out, Evey placed a friendly hand on Zian’s shoulder.
As he watched the couple leave, Tang could help but feel a little bit more at home. It was complete with loving surrogate parents.
Stardate: 54299.4 (31 Aug 2377)
Runabout Banda
En Route to the H’Kan System
The renegade doctors were nearly two-thirds of the way to their destination.
Over the last 24 hours, Zo’Kala had become a de facto babysitter. She didn’t mind, really. It was interesting to interact with the two year old human. His language and intellectual skills were behind in Arkonian terms. But she understood humans developed slower than her own race. Replacing the diapers proved to be particularly unappealing.
Coby’s mother had checked in every hour or so at first, but then, her visits became more and more sporadic. Zo’Kala took this as a sign of the female birth-giver’s confidence in her.
In the last several hours, she had hardly even seen the adults. Whatever they were doing back there, they apparently were very involved in doing it.
The younger Arkonian held the boy in her lap and she read from what Jane described as a “Fairy Tale.” She had no idea Terran pigs had any engineering skills, though there was obviously a learning curve.
“…and the big, bad wolf…” she stopped reading mid-sentence. She heard a sound coming from one of the consoles.
A moment later, the computer voice alerted her, “Vessel approaching.”
Zo’Kala requested, “Identify vessel.”
“USS Chaka, Saber class patrol vessel.”
She immediately called to the aft section, “Go’chama!”
Oh, yes, Earth pigs are very skilled 
They can fly too! 
They can fly too!
Indeed! 
I take it that Arkonian children have to mature quickly once they hatch? I imagine that in ancient times that would've been very important.
It's good, though, that she seems tolerant of the fact that humans don't develop in the same way. Would she be the kind to see both advantages and disadvantages? Maybe this is the kind of interest that could make a doctor out of her too?
I take it that Arkonian children have to mature quickly once they hatch? I imagine that in ancient times that would've been very important.
It's good, though, that she seems tolerant of the fact that humans don't develop in the same way. Would she be the kind to see both advantages and disadvantages? Maybe this is the kind of interest that could make a doctor out of her too?
Terrific stuff, D’noth!
I like the bond that’s forming between Wenera and Zo’Kama, a cross-cultural adherence to the Hippocratic Oath that overrides the seemingly petty dictates of Starfleet Command.
I also like the crew you’ve assembled aboard Kitzingen. Here’s hoping they won’t be sacrificed on the altar of the unknown before we’ve had a chance to know them better.
I like the bond that’s forming between Wenera and Zo’Kama, a cross-cultural adherence to the Hippocratic Oath that overrides the seemingly petty dictates of Starfleet Command.
I also like the crew you’ve assembled aboard Kitzingen. Here’s hoping they won’t be sacrificed on the altar of the unknown before we’ve had a chance to know them better.
Let me join the echo chamber. I really like what you're doing with Tang. His new assignment is a great opportunity to explore his character. Plus I like the people you've populated the ship with.
I also liked Zo'Kala, the Three Little Pigs bit, and the arrival of the Chaka (great name choice BTW). It should add a nice additional element of danger to the mission.
I also liked Zo'Kala, the Three Little Pigs bit, and the arrival of the Chaka (great name choice BTW). It should add a nice additional element of danger to the mission.
Nice balance of flying pigs humour and the doctors continuing their mission and now running into trouble. How will they navigate their way out of this pickle?
Thanks again for reading and commenting, everyone.
It will be tough for Zian to leave the Kitzingen. I rather like the crew, myself.
I'm playing with a few ideas about how the doctors will get out of this. I haven't quite made up my mind, yet.
I'm afraid I can't take credit for the name Chaka. I looked the Saber class up on Memory Alpha and saw that it was one of the Saber names in the game Starfleet Command III.
My goal is to have another chapter up before the weekend is out.
It will be tough for Zian to leave the Kitzingen. I rather like the crew, myself.
I'm playing with a few ideas about how the doctors will get out of this. I haven't quite made up my mind, yet.
I'm afraid I can't take credit for the name Chaka. I looked the Saber class up on Memory Alpha and saw that it was one of the Saber names in the game Starfleet Command III.
My goal is to have another chapter up before the weekend is out.
I'm only three weeks behind schedule...
Thanks for sticking with me everyone.
CHAPTER 13
Supplemental
USS Chaka, MainBridge
In Pursuit of the Runabout Banda
The Saber class bridge was small, but efficient. Commander Anchal Sidhani sat on the edge of the center seat. She had been waiting for this moment ever since she woke, locked in a medical lab with a pounding headache.
Unfortunately, the vessel she served on as first officer, the Meharry, was too far along in repairs to leave spacedock. Captain M'Bira was halfway to Cait for shore leave. Most of her crew was likewise scattered.
Once extricated from the lab, she notified starbase security. However, she didn’t leave it at that. Anchal went to the base commander.
Starbases usually have a couple of smaller ships like Mirandas, Sabers, or Novas at their disposal. Starbase 17 happened to have the Chaka with a skeleton crew on standby.
After reassuring Admiral Haskins for a solid ten minutes that this wasn’t about revenge, he grudgingly authorized her to take the patrol ship out to intercept the rouge doctors.
She had nearly convinced herself.
She gazed at the aft section of the runabout on the main viewer. Both ships were still at warp. “Match course and speed of the Banda.”
“Aye sir,” came from the young helm officer. Sidhani hadn’t learned his name yet. She hadn’t asked, either.
An Efrosian male, Lt. Ra-Goran, was the only other officer the commander had been able to rally from the Meharry. He served as tactical officer on the medical ship. A role he was reprising on the Chaka. He reported, “We’re within weapons’ range, Captain.”
The Indian woman rose from the seat, “Understood. Maintain yellow alert.” She looked over to him, “What’s their status?”
Ra’s long, white hair bobbed as he checked his console, “Their shields are active. Weapons are not powered.”
She nodded and faced the viewer, “Open a channel.”
Supplemental
Runabout Banda
En Route to the H’Kan System
Both doctors’ jaws dropped as they saw the face on the screen. Jane glanced to Zo’Kama as if to say ‘I hope she doesn’t hold a grudge…but she probably does.’
The Arkonian bit her bottom lip before starting, somewhat clumsily, “Hello, Commander.”
Sidhani was obviously not amused. “Commander Do’Matar, …”
Arkonians only used family names in very formal settings like rituals. None the less, it seemed appropriate to Zo’Kama.
“…Commander Wenera, you will immediately lower your shields, drop out of warp, and surrender that vessel.”
Zo’Kama examined Jane’s eyes, trying to see any lack of resolve. She found none. She sighed deeply, “What happens if we don’t?”
Now, it was time for Sidhani’s jaw to drop. Her amazement at her brazenness was soon replaced with indignation, “You’re facing charges of unauthorized use of Starfleet equipment, filing an inaccurate fight plan, disobeying direct orders from a superior officer, unlawful detention, and assault. Do you really want to tack on more charges?”
The reptilian’s voice was now steady and confidant, “I would gladly sacrifice my career and my freedom in order to save millions of lives.”
“Here, here,” seconded Wenera.
At this, Sidhani’s face stiffened. “Do you really want to watch your children grow up from behind a forcefield?”
As the possibility set in, Jane began to look like she had been punched in the gut.
Zo’Kama wasn’t affected as much as her counterpart. But she understood the feelings she must be experiencing. She realized it might be time finally end this. She looked to the screen, “Stand by, Commander.”
The Chaka captain injected just before the channel was closed, “You have sixty seconds to decide.”
Wenera didn’t say anything immediately. There was a slight redness around her eyes, now.
“Zo’Kala,” said the Indy doctor, “Take Coby to one of the cabins. We’d like to talk alone.”
With some hesitation, she scooped up the child and walked out of the cockpit. The toddler fussed some, but quieted when the adolescent reptilian offered, “Would you like to hear the fairy tale of the comatose woman and the seven small humanoids?”
Back at the forward controls, Zo’Kama began, “I will take full responsibility. I will even testify that I coerced you to assist me.”
Jane shook her head, “No. No. In a few more hours, we’ll have this vaccine nailed down. You’re right. It’s worth it.” She repeated herself with more self-assurance, “It’s worth it. If we can just get there and give it to the Vuke…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m sure.” She wiped her eye and half-joshed, “Besides, giving up on a noble cause just because the going gets tough is a terrible example to set for a child.”
Zo’Kama smiled and returned to her station, “Well, it might be a moot point. I don’t see how we can evade the Chaka. There’s nothing between us and the Vuke system but empty space.”
Wenera started brainstorming aloud, “We can’t outrun them. We defiantly can’t outgun them.” She shook her head, “I don’t know. Our only hope is that Commander Sidhani sees things our way.”
“Considering how annoyed she seemed, I find that unlikely.”
Jane cocked her head in concession, “Yeah, me too.”
Thanks for sticking with me everyone.
CHAPTER 13
Supplemental
USS Chaka, MainBridge
In Pursuit of the Runabout Banda
The Saber class bridge was small, but efficient. Commander Anchal Sidhani sat on the edge of the center seat. She had been waiting for this moment ever since she woke, locked in a medical lab with a pounding headache.
Unfortunately, the vessel she served on as first officer, the Meharry, was too far along in repairs to leave spacedock. Captain M'Bira was halfway to Cait for shore leave. Most of her crew was likewise scattered.
Once extricated from the lab, she notified starbase security. However, she didn’t leave it at that. Anchal went to the base commander.
Starbases usually have a couple of smaller ships like Mirandas, Sabers, or Novas at their disposal. Starbase 17 happened to have the Chaka with a skeleton crew on standby.
After reassuring Admiral Haskins for a solid ten minutes that this wasn’t about revenge, he grudgingly authorized her to take the patrol ship out to intercept the rouge doctors.
She had nearly convinced herself.
She gazed at the aft section of the runabout on the main viewer. Both ships were still at warp. “Match course and speed of the Banda.”
“Aye sir,” came from the young helm officer. Sidhani hadn’t learned his name yet. She hadn’t asked, either.
An Efrosian male, Lt. Ra-Goran, was the only other officer the commander had been able to rally from the Meharry. He served as tactical officer on the medical ship. A role he was reprising on the Chaka. He reported, “We’re within weapons’ range, Captain.”
The Indian woman rose from the seat, “Understood. Maintain yellow alert.” She looked over to him, “What’s their status?”
Ra’s long, white hair bobbed as he checked his console, “Their shields are active. Weapons are not powered.”
She nodded and faced the viewer, “Open a channel.”
Supplemental
Runabout Banda
En Route to the H’Kan System
Both doctors’ jaws dropped as they saw the face on the screen. Jane glanced to Zo’Kama as if to say ‘I hope she doesn’t hold a grudge…but she probably does.’
The Arkonian bit her bottom lip before starting, somewhat clumsily, “Hello, Commander.”
Sidhani was obviously not amused. “Commander Do’Matar, …”
Arkonians only used family names in very formal settings like rituals. None the less, it seemed appropriate to Zo’Kama.
“…Commander Wenera, you will immediately lower your shields, drop out of warp, and surrender that vessel.”
Zo’Kama examined Jane’s eyes, trying to see any lack of resolve. She found none. She sighed deeply, “What happens if we don’t?”
Now, it was time for Sidhani’s jaw to drop. Her amazement at her brazenness was soon replaced with indignation, “You’re facing charges of unauthorized use of Starfleet equipment, filing an inaccurate fight plan, disobeying direct orders from a superior officer, unlawful detention, and assault. Do you really want to tack on more charges?”
The reptilian’s voice was now steady and confidant, “I would gladly sacrifice my career and my freedom in order to save millions of lives.”
“Here, here,” seconded Wenera.
At this, Sidhani’s face stiffened. “Do you really want to watch your children grow up from behind a forcefield?”
As the possibility set in, Jane began to look like she had been punched in the gut.
Zo’Kama wasn’t affected as much as her counterpart. But she understood the feelings she must be experiencing. She realized it might be time finally end this. She looked to the screen, “Stand by, Commander.”
The Chaka captain injected just before the channel was closed, “You have sixty seconds to decide.”
Wenera didn’t say anything immediately. There was a slight redness around her eyes, now.
“Zo’Kala,” said the Indy doctor, “Take Coby to one of the cabins. We’d like to talk alone.”
With some hesitation, she scooped up the child and walked out of the cockpit. The toddler fussed some, but quieted when the adolescent reptilian offered, “Would you like to hear the fairy tale of the comatose woman and the seven small humanoids?”
Back at the forward controls, Zo’Kama began, “I will take full responsibility. I will even testify that I coerced you to assist me.”
Jane shook her head, “No. No. In a few more hours, we’ll have this vaccine nailed down. You’re right. It’s worth it.” She repeated herself with more self-assurance, “It’s worth it. If we can just get there and give it to the Vuke…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m sure.” She wiped her eye and half-joshed, “Besides, giving up on a noble cause just because the going gets tough is a terrible example to set for a child.”
Zo’Kama smiled and returned to her station, “Well, it might be a moot point. I don’t see how we can evade the Chaka. There’s nothing between us and the Vuke system but empty space.”
Wenera started brainstorming aloud, “We can’t outrun them. We defiantly can’t outgun them.” She shook her head, “I don’t know. Our only hope is that Commander Sidhani sees things our way.”
“Considering how annoyed she seemed, I find that unlikely.”
Jane cocked her head in concession, “Yeah, me too.”
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Uh-oh...things definitely got tough!
(FYI: it's "moot point" rather than "mute point." )
(FYI: it's "moot point" rather than "mute point."
)(FYI: it's "moot point" rather than "mute point."
...Oops.
It's corrected now, thank you. I even got more tonight. (Hopefully with no errors...I'm not counting on it, though.)
CHAPTER 14
Supplemental
USS Chaka, MainBridge
In Pursuit of the Runabout Banda
The ship’s chronometer indicated one standard minute had past. There was no word from the doctors. Staring at the back end of the runabout stolen from her ship for the past few minutes had done nothing to quell her anger. “Their status?”
Ra-Goran told her what she already knew, “No change. They’re holding steady at warp 5.2, shields are up, weapons are not powered.”
Sidhani grinded her teeth. “Raise them.”
“On screen.”
The Arkonian doctor’s face filled the viewer.
The temporary Chaka captain demanded, “This is your last chance, Doctor. Surrender the Banda.”
“I won’t do that. If you wish to follow us to the H’Kan system, we will provide the vaccine to the Vuke people and surrender ourselves after that.”
The impudence was too much for Sidhani, “You won’t get to H’Kan! This is not a negotiation! Surrender now or I’ll disable that ship.”
Zo’Kama visibly prepared herself for the impasse, “Then it appears we have nothing left to discuss.”
The screen reverted to the forward exterior view.
The Meharry first officer was a Dominion War veteran. She found herself mentally preparing for battle. “Red Alert! Shields to full. Power forward phasers.”
“Yes sir,” came from tactical.
She continued with purpose, “Target their port nacelle and fire.”
There was a pause and no phaser fire.
She spun around, “Lieutenant?”
His eyes were wide.
“Lieutenant, is there a problem?”
Glances were shared by crew all around the bridge.
Ra-Goran offered with some trepidation, “Captain, perhaps phasers should be reduced to 30% power before we engage them.”
She now noticed the looks she was getting from the crew. It didn’t take her long to realize her orders were inappropriate. It would only take a few full power phaser discharges destroy the whole runabout; shields or not. To disable the ship, the phaser blasts had to be precise and adjusted to a narrow beam. Full phasers wouldn’t have the finesse needed for a ship that small. She forced herself to calm down. She wasn’t at war. She closed her eyes and repeated in her mind, ‘I’m not in that situation anymore. It’s not life or death. It’s not kill or be killed.’ Sidhani opened her eyes, “Of course. Of course, Lieutenant. Phasers to thirty percent, narrow beam. Just target their shields.” She found her seat and added to reassure the crew of her sanity, “Let’s just tap them on the shoulder to get their attention.”
The Efrosian confirmed immediately, “Aye sir, phasers ready.”
“Fire.”
Supplemental
Runabout Banda
En Route to the H’Kan System
The runabout buffeted as the phasers impacted the shields.
“I can’t believe they fired on us,” said the Latina doctor.
The reptilian observed, “Shields are at 92%. I’d say it was, as you humans say, a ‘love tap.’
“I wouldn’t describe it that way,” commented Wenera. She called aft, “Is everyone ok back there?”
The young Arkonian’s head popped out of the hatch, “Yeah, what’s happening?”
The ship jolted again.
“Don’t worry about it,” unrealistically suggested Jane, “You and Coby get into a cot alcove and shut the blind. It’s the safest place for you right now.”
“Alright.” Zo’Kala’s face disappeared again.
“Aft shields at 85%,” reported the elder Arkonian.
Jane looked over, “They’ve called our bluff, Zo’Kama. They’re going to keep on wearing us down, until our shields collapse. Then, they could just beam us out.” She sighed deeply before admitting, “There’s nothing more we can do.”
Slowly, Zo’Kama began to nod. “I grieve for all those that will die.” She continued, “But you’re right. We will not reach H’Kan, no matter what we do.”
Wenara offered, “At least we can say we tried.”
They shared a silent moment of reverence and loss.
“Well,” said the Arkonian, “It seems there is nothing left to do but to signal our surrender.”
Supplemental
USS Chaka, MainBridge
In Pursuit of the Runabout Banda
“A couple more hits and their aft shields will be down,” reported Ra-Goran.
Sidhani, still much more reserved than she had been a few moments ago, acknowledged. “Come on people, give it up,” she said to no one and everyone.
The Efrosian said unexpectantly, “Comman…Captain, we’re receiving an emergency distress call from a civilian cargo ship named Tarah. It’s an Andorian ship. They say they’re being attacked.”
She stood up, shocked, “This far inside Federation space?”
Ra offered, “It’s not unheard of for rouge Klingons or Orions to make raids in this area.”
She looked again to the viewer. ‘Only a few more minutes.’ She addressed Ra, “How far?”
“Point six light-years away. It’ll take us just over 2 hours to get there at maximum warp.”
“Are there any closer ships?” the commander snapped.
“No sir. The next nearest would take 6 hours to get there.”
Once again she focused on the image of the runabout.
“Captain,” prompted Ra.
It really wasn’t much of a decision. Knowing that didn’t make it any easier for Anchal. “Damn,” she said under her breath. She ordered, “Change course. Intercept the cargo ship, maximum warp.” She sat back down, “Engage.”
As the runabout disappeared from the viewer she added quietly, “Another day, ladies.”
Supplemental
Runabout Banda
En Route to the H’Kan System
Both doctors saw the same thing on their consoles. The Chaka veered off. They looked at each other in bewilderment.
“What just happened?” asked Zo’Kama rhetorically.
Jane shrugged, “Maybe we have a guardian angel.”
“I don’t know exactly what that means,” started the Arkonian, “but I think I like it.”
Wow, talk about TIMING!
Though an Andorian ship being attacked in Federation space raises all sorts of other red flags--the kind that could either complicate this story, or give you a springboard for another one.
Though an Andorian ship being attacked in Federation space raises all sorts of other red flags--the kind that could either complicate this story, or give you a springboard for another one.
Obviously, there are more important things than revenge
A timely intervention indeed - though somewhat a troubling and foreboding one. I like how the Commander had to struggle with the tactics and approach to take - apart from being peeved at being out smarted by the docs the Commander is also dealing with a war mentality, hit first, hit fast, hit hard. Thankfully, her crew and her own judgement prevail to see sense and the docs are spared. But I think it went some way to fleshing out this brief character as well as giving an interesting window onto how much the Dominion War will have changed the mentality of many a Starfleet officer.
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