UNINVITED GUEST
Oser sat in the command chair. He was uneasy and hated waiting. He was hoping that Gabriel was right that there shouldn't be any danger but the likeliness he was wrong was still enough to eat at Oser. Tactical sensors made a beeping noise that got the attention of Lieutenant Junior Grade Lenara Beck, a darker complexioned Trill woman.
BECK "Sir, sensors are picking up a vessel approaching the system at high warp."
OSER "Can you identify?"
BECK "Coming into range now...it is a Breen cruiser."
BECKETT "What would the Breen be doing out here?"
No one had any answers right away.
CARLSON "Maybe to trade like we are?"
BECKETT "Recluses like them? I'm not buying it."
OSER "That's enough. Hail the Captain."