"Sair…" Chekov trailed off, uncertain how to tell the captain what he already knew. That the torpedo passed through the Romulan vessel. Suddenly, two others decloaked and fired on the Enterprise.
"Evasive manoeuvre, Mister Chekov."
"Aye, sair." Chekov expertly manoeuvred the ship so that it still could be seen as threatening, but not encroaching on Romulan space. He kept the vessel out of the Neutral Zone by about fifty parsecs, close enough to still see what the Roms were up to.
His finger twitched on the phaser control. "Hold fire." Kirk said softly to the navigator. "If they enter our side of the Zone," Kirk never finished his sentence. The Romulans had followed them. "Hold, Mister Chekov. Hold, hold, hold…NOW!"
Chekov fired.
