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I repeatedly slammed my hands on the control panel; my escape pod's life support system was failing while I was stranded in the Delta Quadrant. When I saw the readings of another Starfleet ship in the area, a hopeful smile crept to my lips and I opened a communication transmission quickly.

"This is Enseign Maren of the starship Nighthawk. My ship was attacked by an unknown alien race, and I have been stranded in space, needing immediate help. My life support systems are failing, and will shut down in less than a half-hour. My engines are also malfunctioning. Please help me, I will be forever in your debt."

I ended the transmission, and hugged my lilac tail for moral support while hoping beyond hope that they would receive it. Before it was too late.

A/N: Go ahead, Gila! Sorry for such a short chapter.