"Red alert!" VonBach finally called, "Battle stations! Shields up, lock onto the ventral reactors on that Patton class and disarm their main gun."
"How do you know so much about those Patton class ships, sir? We don't have one in our universe." Edwards asked.
"Jim, in my academy days, my thesis in tactical weapons design was on a massive gunship called the Patton, after a general from Earth's World War II era." VonBach laughed, "It's my design. There are reactors on the ventral hull powering the large phase cannon at the bow. But if the chain of reaction is severed..."
"Locking torpedoes and firing." Edwards reported as two blue lights streamed across space toward the target, "Direct hit to aft ventral reactor. It's disabled."
"The other ships are responding." Talara reported.
"Evasive maneuvers." VonBach called as the bridge shook.
"Direct hit from a phaser blast."
"Disable the other two Pattons and send off photon torpedoes; high yield, full spread." VonBach ordered.
"The other ships are surrounding us. Normandy is taking heavy damage." Talara reported.
"Damn." VonBach stared at the monitor, "Another volley, Mr. Edwards."
"Several direct hits. Minimal damage."
A giant explosion was visible on the screen. The shockwave jolted the bridge.
"We've lost the Normandy." Edwards reported as the bridge shook again.
"Another spread! Keep firing!" VonBach screamed.
"Sir, we have a problem." Bronski reported.
VonBach crossed to Bronski's station, "What?"
A sensor display popped up, "This. A massive energy serge from a Patton."
VonBach was painfully silent for a second, and then screamed "All hands, brace for impact!"
A great blast left the main gun of the USS Guardian and slammed into the Destiny's shields, collapsing the shield grid in seconds and searing through the aft hull.
"Warp core breach in progress!" Bronski screamed.
The blast continued to sear the hull, but it was pointless by now, as the ship was long gone already.
What was the bridge of the Destiny gave way to a room with a black and silver grid floor and crystal-like walls. A single terminal remained near the large arch of the Destiny's Holodeck One.
"Well that was a grand failure." Talara sighed.
VonBach did not respond well to this. He pulled out his hand phaser and shot at the wall behind Talara. "Shut up, antenna-wench."
Talara lunged at VonBach, "What did you call me, pink-skin?"
"Hey, break it up, you two!" Edwards screamed.
"Not till he apologizes!" Talara screamed as she tried to strangle VonBach. He was attempting to do the same to her.
"I'll apologize..." VonBach began, "As I throw you out an airlock!"
"Pink-skin!"
"Antenna-wench!"
"This is stupid." Bronski went over to the holodeck controls as the two prepared to head butt one another, as both their hands were busy trying to hold off the other's. As both their heads came forward, a holographic brick appeared between them, causing both of their heads to crash into it, "Can we all raise the maturity level a little?"
Both VonBach and Talara stepped aside, holding their heads.
"Might want to go have Doc Valron look at that." Edwards laughed, gesturing to their heads.
"Laugh it up, kid." VonBach growled exiting the holodeck.
"Immature jerk." Talara exited after him.
Edwards and Bronski stared at one another.
"I give it a day before he kills her." Bronski folded his arms.
"Six hours and she kills him." Edwards said in a correcting tone.
"Put your Holodeck time where your mouth is." Bronski smiled, "Four hours."
"You're on." Edwards and Bronski shook hands.