Author note: I actually only wrote this for a contest to win the Farscape boxset but my submission won (!!!), so I'm proud of it.
"I'm sensing that we're not gonna get off this rock without a large weapon blasting our ass, am I right?", John asked, annoyed.
"You would be correct to assume so, Commander Crichton; there is a large transport vessel headed our way right now with shields up.", Pilot answered.
"Every damn time.", John scoffed, as he began thinking of an exit strategy that would not result in the entire crew being dead.