CHAPTER 3: Grand Finale
T'Rea, hurry up. The other guys aren't gonna wake up by their own in three hours... if I read this diagnostic correctly, Simpson thought. Hurry, T'Rea!
T'Rea walked stealthily through the corridors of the dying research vessel. She suddenly heard two harsh voices speaking in Rigellian trader speech. T'Rea concluded that they were Orion slavers, perhaps from a cloaked vessel.
Fvlap and Qwek searched high and low... about two decks.
"Listen, Qwek, I'll take the left branch, you go ahead."
Qwek rumbled out, "No, Fvlap."
Fvlap's pale red eyes narrowed to burning slits.
"Qwek- I'm your superior- now go on ahead!"
The burly Orion groaned, and wandered ahead.
T'Rea silently noted that the shorter one- Fvlap if she translated right- was heading over here. She ducked into a Jeffries' tube, and waited for the Orion to get farther away from her. Instantly, he grabbed the Orion- or Fvlap-, and gave the emerald dwarf a Vulcan nerve pinch.
Unfortunately, the burly and taller one- Qwek- was heading for the medical bay. T'Rea grabbed
Fvlap's type II disrupter pistol, set it on STUN, and raced after Qwek. When she found the giant, he was entering sickbay. A violet beam blasted from the disrupter, and sent the hulking Qwek into a console.
Qwek wondered what hit him. He then saw a slim Vulcanoid female with mustard colored shoulder patches. Yellow meant a specialty in security or... engineered. Four slender rectangle shaped "pips" were on her collar. That meant she was a fourth year cadet. If only he could move...
T'Rea glanced at the stunned Orion pirate, and then looked down at the medical hyposprays. She grabbed 24 CCs of hydracordazine. By this time, Fvlap would have woken up. Then, the short pirate barged in- and received a violet beam of light- slamming into to him- and caused him to hit Qwek.
Simpson waited. And waited. And waited. Then, T'Rea dropped down beside him.
"I have the hydracordazine."
The Vulcan pressed the hypo on all three of the unconscious crewmembers.
"T'Rea- we have bad news. The blast to the thermal exhaust port crippled the Minotaur. Our orbit's decayin'." Simpson drawled.
Kreem by this time was back to his seemingly obnoxious self.
"Shouldn't we just climb up to the bridge?" he suggested.
"Good idea," said Wise. "While we're at it, we'll just surrender."
Kreem nodded. "That's not a bad idea, either."
Wise glared phaser bolts at the feline.
"It's suicide goin' up there!" Simpson said (or rather- shouted).
"Oh really?" Wise retorted.
"Does a phaser sting? Do you hate Romulans? Are Ferengi brainless?" Simpson said, sarcastically.
Wise rolled his eyes.
Historians' Note: Hey, I'm a poet, and didn't know it!
The five trudged up the shaft, until they finally reached the bridge.
It was a mess. Smashed consoles, one sparking, the bridge crew knocked unconscious.
"I'm awed." Simpson said.
"Yeah, you look pretty odd too- no fur." Kreem said, jokingly.
Now it was Simpson's turn to glare at Kreem, who stuck his tongue out at Simpson.
"Stop it, you two. Beginning Priority One distress signal..."
Historians' Note: Despite what "Voyager" (bleach) leads you to believe... Subspace communications travel at Warp 30. That's infinite speed!
Wise tapped a console.
"The bird-of-prey is hailing us." Wise said.
Kreem took over.
"Voice only!"
"This is the vessel Brentos. Please surrender."
"Right." Kreem said, bitter sarcasm on his tongue.
"Proximity alert. NCC-1701-D, and NX-58931 are in weapons range of IKS Brentos."
Wise glared at the pleasantness of the computer.
On the view screen, a modified Intrepid class ship- with four nacelles- the Rysos, and a Galaxy class starship- the Enterprise! Orange torpedoes slammed into the IKS Brentos. A purplish-blue-white torpedo ripped the IKS Brentos into shreds.
"Hello, USS Minotaur. It looks like you need a lift."
"You think?" Kreem asked, wagging his tail.
The shudder of two tractor beams shook the Oberth-class starship. The USS Enterprise and the Rysos had obviously locked a tractor beam on them.
***
Admiral Hanson looked happy for once. The cadets were waiting for Hanson's shrill voice to ring out, which it did.
"Cadets, Starfleet Command has given you each a Medal of Valor, for saving the Minotaur's crew from the Orion slavers. Not to mention a new assignment- the USS Courageous, Constellation-class. Currently, it's at Deep Space Outpost Halcyon, but the Rysos will take you. And you're being promoted to Lt. j.g., through my authority."
The quad grinned (except T'Rea). There was a much better assignment!
-----------------------------------
THE END.... ?
-----------------------------------
Also look for these soon-to-be-blockbusters:
Deep Space Outpost Halcyon: "Wingspan" & "Sheath"
The Next Generation: Doomsday is Nigh
Deep Space Nine: The Gathering of Doomsday
Calvin & Hobbes: Eternal Peace
Star Trek Bastion: "What Deceitful Webs We Spin", "Hortas Everywhere (working title)"
&
Foxtrot: Fire One!
T'Rea, hurry up. The other guys aren't gonna wake up by their own in three hours... if I read this diagnostic correctly, Simpson thought. Hurry, T'Rea!
T'Rea walked stealthily through the corridors of the dying research vessel. She suddenly heard two harsh voices speaking in Rigellian trader speech. T'Rea concluded that they were Orion slavers, perhaps from a cloaked vessel.
Fvlap and Qwek searched high and low... about two decks.
"Listen, Qwek, I'll take the left branch, you go ahead."
Qwek rumbled out, "No, Fvlap."
Fvlap's pale red eyes narrowed to burning slits.
"Qwek- I'm your superior- now go on ahead!"
The burly Orion groaned, and wandered ahead.
T'Rea silently noted that the shorter one- Fvlap if she translated right- was heading over here. She ducked into a Jeffries' tube, and waited for the Orion to get farther away from her. Instantly, he grabbed the Orion- or Fvlap-, and gave the emerald dwarf a Vulcan nerve pinch.
Unfortunately, the burly and taller one- Qwek- was heading for the medical bay. T'Rea grabbed
Fvlap's type II disrupter pistol, set it on STUN, and raced after Qwek. When she found the giant, he was entering sickbay. A violet beam blasted from the disrupter, and sent the hulking Qwek into a console.
Qwek wondered what hit him. He then saw a slim Vulcanoid female with mustard colored shoulder patches. Yellow meant a specialty in security or... engineered. Four slender rectangle shaped "pips" were on her collar. That meant she was a fourth year cadet. If only he could move...
T'Rea glanced at the stunned Orion pirate, and then looked down at the medical hyposprays. She grabbed 24 CCs of hydracordazine. By this time, Fvlap would have woken up. Then, the short pirate barged in- and received a violet beam of light- slamming into to him- and caused him to hit Qwek.
Simpson waited. And waited. And waited. Then, T'Rea dropped down beside him.
"I have the hydracordazine."
The Vulcan pressed the hypo on all three of the unconscious crewmembers.
"T'Rea- we have bad news. The blast to the thermal exhaust port crippled the Minotaur. Our orbit's decayin'." Simpson drawled.
Kreem by this time was back to his seemingly obnoxious self.
"Shouldn't we just climb up to the bridge?" he suggested.
"Good idea," said Wise. "While we're at it, we'll just surrender."
Kreem nodded. "That's not a bad idea, either."
Wise glared phaser bolts at the feline.
"It's suicide goin' up there!" Simpson said (or rather- shouted).
"Oh really?" Wise retorted.
"Does a phaser sting? Do you hate Romulans? Are Ferengi brainless?" Simpson said, sarcastically.
Wise rolled his eyes.
Historians' Note: Hey, I'm a poet, and didn't know it!
The five trudged up the shaft, until they finally reached the bridge.
It was a mess. Smashed consoles, one sparking, the bridge crew knocked unconscious.
"I'm awed." Simpson said.
"Yeah, you look pretty odd too- no fur." Kreem said, jokingly.
Now it was Simpson's turn to glare at Kreem, who stuck his tongue out at Simpson.
"Stop it, you two. Beginning Priority One distress signal..."
Historians' Note: Despite what "Voyager" (bleach) leads you to believe... Subspace communications travel at Warp 30. That's infinite speed!
Wise tapped a console.
"The bird-of-prey is hailing us." Wise said.
Kreem took over.
"Voice only!"
"This is the vessel Brentos. Please surrender."
"Right." Kreem said, bitter sarcasm on his tongue.
"Proximity alert. NCC-1701-D, and NX-58931 are in weapons range of IKS Brentos."
Wise glared at the pleasantness of the computer.
On the view screen, a modified Intrepid class ship- with four nacelles- the Rysos, and a Galaxy class starship- the Enterprise! Orange torpedoes slammed into the IKS Brentos. A purplish-blue-white torpedo ripped the IKS Brentos into shreds.
"Hello, USS Minotaur. It looks like you need a lift."
"You think?" Kreem asked, wagging his tail.
The shudder of two tractor beams shook the Oberth-class starship. The USS Enterprise and the Rysos had obviously locked a tractor beam on them.
***
Admiral Hanson looked happy for once. The cadets were waiting for Hanson's shrill voice to ring out, which it did.
"Cadets, Starfleet Command has given you each a Medal of Valor, for saving the Minotaur's crew from the Orion slavers. Not to mention a new assignment- the USS Courageous, Constellation-class. Currently, it's at Deep Space Outpost Halcyon, but the Rysos will take you. And you're being promoted to Lt. j.g., through my authority."
The quad grinned (except T'Rea). There was a much better assignment!
-----------------------------------
THE END.... ?
-----------------------------------
Also look for these soon-to-be-blockbusters:
Deep Space Outpost Halcyon: "Wingspan" & "Sheath"
The Next Generation: Doomsday is Nigh
Deep Space Nine: The Gathering of Doomsday
Calvin & Hobbes: Eternal Peace
Star Trek Bastion: "What Deceitful Webs We Spin", "Hortas Everywhere (working title)"
&
Foxtrot: Fire One!
