STAR TREK
"Border Exercises"
His was a new command. His name was Eric Christopher, the Captain of the USS Suckerfish. It was of Remora Class.
"You are very beautiful, Ensign," The lonely captain remarked to the person flying him there.
"Thanks," she said as she blushed.
"What is your name again?" Eric asked. He once had a head injury in his early life that made remembering names hard.
"Lisa Donna," she said knowing this. "We should be approaching the USS Suckerfish in no time, Captain."
Eric smiled as he noticed, "Remora Class?"
"Yes," his pilot noted. "Isn't she nice?"
"Yeah," the captain asserted. "But any ship would look good above the planet Saturn."
"She's contacting us," Ensign Donna said.
"Captain Christopher, are you there?" the Suckerfish communicated to them.
"Yeah?" the captain responded.
"You came in a shuttlecraft?" they said on the other end audibly troubled.
"Yes," he began, "the Eagle 5."
His second officer maintained, "This Remora Class ship is of MK II, not MK III."
"What do you mean?" he whispered into the communicator as his heart started to race.
He yelled out, "We don't have a bay for your shuttle! You MUST turn around."
"This is Ensign Lisa Donna," Lisa said to the bad news. "We don't have the fuel to return to Earth Spacedock."
"That's not good," it was said. "Our warp engine is resting. If we are to beam you up, we would be forced to use a cargo transporter."
"If that's what you have to do, then do it," the captain ordered.
It was a terrible accident as every molecule within Ensign Lisa Donna was torn apart to reduce the human being to shreds.
"Red Alert!" the captain said as he came to her assistance.
"Captain! Don't touch her!" the doctor ordered. In the captain's hands she fell apart like mud. He controlled tears.
"Bridge," the captain said on the way, "turn the engine on NOW."
He entered the bridge to order, "Turn off the red alert, Lieutenant. Sickbay, I'm sorry, Doctor."
"Captain, I am writing an official report that states cargo transporters are not at ALL meant for human life."
"We didn't have a choice," he said. It was the worst moment of his life.
"Screw you," the doctor told him. The captain had an enemy on his very first day as captain.
"Eric Christopher, this is Star Fleet," said the view screen. "You have orders to escort a freighter that has wandered into the Neutral Zone."
"Yes, sir," the commanding officer said with a salute. "Ahead, warp factor six."
"Yes, Captain," smiled the helmsman.
The ship was at warp. It gave the captain time to think about his mission. He decided he must be ON the freighter to protect it.
"I will beam to the freighter myself," he announced. "That will make it a target they won't want to attack."
"Shouldn't I go with you?" first officer Samson asked.
"We need not both be killed. I think that one officer will do the trick," the captain ordered of his crew.
On arrival, they began to escort the Monarch Class freighter through the Neutral Zone. In that time, the captain beamed over.
"Klingons are hard off our starboard. Can you help us, Captain?" it was stated as an old-style Klingon cruiser decloaked to open fire.
"Who commands this ship?" demanded Eric Christopher of a civilian crew.
"I do," an Orion female noted. "But if you wish to debate it, we can always do so in my cabin."
"Do you have any weapons?" the captain asked as he tried to control his instincts.
"No," the Orion told him.
He continued, "Is there anything anti-Klingon on board this ship at all?"
"We ARE transporting tribbles," she said with confusion.
"Good, prepare to beam them directly onto the bridge of that attacking cruiser," he told her.
Creeping up on the cruiser, they were close enough to beam every tribble to its bridge.
"They are vulnerable! Open fire!" said Eric's starship for all to hear.
"It looks like YOU are the captain," the Orion female said wrapping her arms around him.
Back on his escort, he said, "It's good to be home."
"But, Captain, how did you sabotage the Klingons?" inquired Commander Samson.
"We assumed the rear shields of the cruiser were down then maneuvered to beam tribbles onto their bridge," Eric said with a smile.
"Sir, we have just left the Neutral Zone," the helmsman told him.
It was a long day for the captain. He had to confess, "Your captain must take a shower."
Until they were given another mission, the Suckerfish would be ordered to explore space to improve the relationship between warp engines and navigational deflectors out there.
The End