Two- Battle over Cento Delta
The Minotaur increased speed to Warp 5.2, and entered the fringes for the Bajoran system. Unseen to the Minotaur, the B'rel scout, Brentos followed. Inside the commandeered pirate cruiser, Commandant Krekla waited for the Oberth science vessel to drop out of warp. The Minotaur did so, in Deep Space Nine's presence. The Brentos entered the system shortly after the science ship did. As the Bajoran Wormhole erupted into view, the Minotaur and the Brentos entered it.
Cadet Kreem muttered darkly in Kziniti.
"Say again, little critter?" Simpson asked, his legs protruding from an open Jeffries' tube.
"I said, I hate science vessels, and I hate this one in particular. No adventures, no accidents, no super beings dropping in. Boring."
"That's why we have Galaxy, Intrepid and New Orleans classes, Kreem."
"I hear we're meeting the USS Rysos at Cento Delta." T'Rea said, masking her obvious joy.
"It is the most advanced cruiser. The Rysos classes will most likely stay in service until 2490."
Wise groaned, and wiped a smudged hand on his trousers.
"T'Rea, we've heard about the Rysos in the briefing. There is no reason to remind us every hour!" Wise said, annoyed.
"Another human emotion- anger."
"No. T'Rea- it's called I'm-going-to-tape-your-mouth-shut!"
"Ah."
Red lights flashed, and a klaxon screamed.
"ARGHH!" Simpson said, rubbing his ears.
"They should take in to account that there could be someone in there, when they blast that stupid..."
Wise suddenly cut Simpson's ranting.
"It's a red alert, Simpson. We need to get to the bridge."
Simpson, T'Rea, Kreem, and Sightler followed the raven-haired man to the turbolift.
Krekla grinned, his emerald skin showing yellow teeth.
"I will take over the weapons. I will show those f'deraxt'l satorfleet idiots the meaning of power!"
Historian's Note- According to the 2289 dictionary, F'deraxt'l and satorfleet meant "Federation" and "Starfleet".
Krekla targeted the Minotaur's weak spot- the thermal exhaust port.
"Hah! Fools, they do not have... shields."
The turbolift stopped.
"Huh?" Sightler asked.
T'Rea took over.
"It appears that our thermal exhaust port is damaged, and our auxiliary systems are down. Weapons systems barely damaged."
"How do you know that?" Simpson asked, unconsciously scratching his scalp.
"I looked at the Minotaur's schematics, Mr. Simpson."
Simpson slapped his faced.
"It figgers. Those little critters had a cloakin' device."
"These are Orion pirates Mr. Simpson, not Romulans or Klingons, or the Defiant."
Simpson's lower lip swelled, and his brown puppy dog eyes got larger. Sightler, Wise and Kreem chuckled.
"She's a Vulcan, Simpson. She doesn't fall for-"
Another disruptor blast shook the turbolift, and Kreem slammed into a wall. Sightler and Wise slammed into the broken door. T'Rea grabbed Simpson seconds before the 'lift's grating hit Simpson.
"T'Rea?"
"Yes, Mr. Simpson?"
"Thanks- for saving me from that grate. Now, how are we gonna get through a broken turbo-shaft, and lug three people?"
T'Rea thought for a moment.
"I will go to sickbay, and take some hydracordazine."
"Hydracordazine? That's tricky stuff."
T'Rea arched an eyebrow, and climbed up into the grate...
Don't you hate it when we say... CONTINUED?!
The Minotaur increased speed to Warp 5.2, and entered the fringes for the Bajoran system. Unseen to the Minotaur, the B'rel scout, Brentos followed. Inside the commandeered pirate cruiser, Commandant Krekla waited for the Oberth science vessel to drop out of warp. The Minotaur did so, in Deep Space Nine's presence. The Brentos entered the system shortly after the science ship did. As the Bajoran Wormhole erupted into view, the Minotaur and the Brentos entered it.
Cadet Kreem muttered darkly in Kziniti.
"Say again, little critter?" Simpson asked, his legs protruding from an open Jeffries' tube.
"I said, I hate science vessels, and I hate this one in particular. No adventures, no accidents, no super beings dropping in. Boring."
"That's why we have Galaxy, Intrepid and New Orleans classes, Kreem."
"I hear we're meeting the USS Rysos at Cento Delta." T'Rea said, masking her obvious joy.
"It is the most advanced cruiser. The Rysos classes will most likely stay in service until 2490."
Wise groaned, and wiped a smudged hand on his trousers.
"T'Rea, we've heard about the Rysos in the briefing. There is no reason to remind us every hour!" Wise said, annoyed.
"Another human emotion- anger."
"No. T'Rea- it's called I'm-going-to-tape-your-mouth-shut!"
"Ah."
Red lights flashed, and a klaxon screamed.
"ARGHH!" Simpson said, rubbing his ears.
"They should take in to account that there could be someone in there, when they blast that stupid..."
Wise suddenly cut Simpson's ranting.
"It's a red alert, Simpson. We need to get to the bridge."
Simpson, T'Rea, Kreem, and Sightler followed the raven-haired man to the turbolift.
Krekla grinned, his emerald skin showing yellow teeth.
"I will take over the weapons. I will show those f'deraxt'l satorfleet idiots the meaning of power!"
Historian's Note- According to the 2289 dictionary, F'deraxt'l and satorfleet meant "Federation" and "Starfleet".
Krekla targeted the Minotaur's weak spot- the thermal exhaust port.
"Hah! Fools, they do not have... shields."
The turbolift stopped.
"Huh?" Sightler asked.
T'Rea took over.
"It appears that our thermal exhaust port is damaged, and our auxiliary systems are down. Weapons systems barely damaged."
"How do you know that?" Simpson asked, unconsciously scratching his scalp.
"I looked at the Minotaur's schematics, Mr. Simpson."
Simpson slapped his faced.
"It figgers. Those little critters had a cloakin' device."
"These are Orion pirates Mr. Simpson, not Romulans or Klingons, or the Defiant."
Simpson's lower lip swelled, and his brown puppy dog eyes got larger. Sightler, Wise and Kreem chuckled.
"She's a Vulcan, Simpson. She doesn't fall for-"
Another disruptor blast shook the turbolift, and Kreem slammed into a wall. Sightler and Wise slammed into the broken door. T'Rea grabbed Simpson seconds before the 'lift's grating hit Simpson.
"T'Rea?"
"Yes, Mr. Simpson?"
"Thanks- for saving me from that grate. Now, how are we gonna get through a broken turbo-shaft, and lug three people?"
T'Rea thought for a moment.
"I will go to sickbay, and take some hydracordazine."
"Hydracordazine? That's tricky stuff."
T'Rea arched an eyebrow, and climbed up into the grate...
Don't you hate it when we say... CONTINUED?!
