"Captain's log supplemental. We have encountered a being that was thought to be a nemesis to the Klingon empire. Commander Dralk has informed me of one encounter with these beings. The outcome was one of despair. We have escaped them for the time being, however we will converse over a course of action. I feel that we don't need to have these beings flowing through space without a proper course of action of dealing with them."
The senior officers sit in the briefing room as Captain Rishond stood outside getting his thoughts together. The doors swished open as he exhaled. His first thought was to Asprey. He hoped that he had an answer for this current problem. "Have a seat everyone."
"Captain, I did some deep level scans of the beings and we may have a weakness."
"We're listening," Dralk growled out from the table.
"While they pursued us at high warp, we were able to lower their energy signature. But, when we fired on the one, we only recharged it," Asprey continued. He found that it was hard not to keep excited from the secret that he buried deep down inside. He would only give up the information with the right question.
Rishond had experienced this, and the replay of the information didn't please him in the least. "We know all of this," he stated. "Do we have a way to stop them?"
Asprey smiled to himself. That was the question that he was looking for. "If I could have Lieutenant Commander Basalik help me with this explanation."
Basalik walked up to the briefing board and touched a few keys. "If we take a photon torpedo and invert the matter antimatter core, we should be able to create a small black hole and draw the beings in to. This should ultimately cause them to burn out."
Captain Rishond thought for a moment. "What's plan B?"
Basalik thought for a moment. He hoped that this question wouldn't come to light, however in the back of his mind, he expected it to. "We would have to outrun them. But with our current resources, we wouldn't be able to run for long. The warp core took an unexpected hit when the being began to devour our hull integrity grid. I've had crews working on it daily, but there just isn't enough antimatter to stabilize the core. We've probably got 3 or 4 hours at maximum warp left. I hoped that it would be more, but until we can get to a space port for fresh supplies, then we're sunk."
Rishond weighed the options in his mind. He saw that running from the beings would ultimately lead to their demise; however he didn't have those kinds of resources. He hoped that there was a different way. "Commander Dralk, what's your input on this situation?"
Always the mindful militant, Dralk crossed his arms over his broad chest. "We shall fight the enemy. If what the Commander says it true, then we won't have a problem. What concerns me is how do we lure these beings in to the trap?"
Asprey fielded the question. He pointed to the projected path on the holowall. "It's going to take some pretty good piloting, but we can maneuver through them and draw towards this location," he pointed to a spot on the map that was flashing red, "then fire the torpedo, we can minimize the affected region. The hole should be no more than 10 kilometers in size. Once the beings have been drawn inside, then we can fire an overcharged photon torpedo in front of it, closing the small rift and everything will be great."
Captain Rishond raised his hand. "I have a problem with this."
Asprey swallowed the knot in his throat. "Yes sir," he said.
"What is to keep up from being drawn in to this hole? What's to keep the black hole contained in to the 10 kilometer radius? There are an awful lot riding on the fact that we can make this work, however I'm not convinced. Have we scanned the area for another black hole? I would love to use one that already exists."
Commander Basalik stood. He felt the reprehension pouring from Captain Rishond's mind. He didn't need to be invasive to feel that. "Captain, if I may." He took the position at the front of the room. "This is an extremely complicated series of explosions. We can do this in a matter of seconds. Anything longer than the Mixa'hil Theory and then we have grounds for concern."
Rishond raised his eyebrows and his face transformed to that in complete loss. He thought back to the days of quantum physics class and didn't recall anything about Mixa'hil or his theory. "Please J'Dan, educate us as to what the Mixa'hil theory is."
Basalik took a moment to remember his Starfleet training. "The Mixa'hil theory is this. A black hole grows at 1 kilometer per millisecond that it exists. There are several billion black holes opening and closing every second. The difference between that and what we are going to create is that we're controlling the closing of the mass."
"What happens if we don't get it closed," Lt. Stun asked. She thought over it long and hard and couldn't come up with an answer. "We could be drug in to the center of it."
Asprey loved that there was an intelligent question coming from someone in the room. "In theory, yes." He let the murmur in the room subside before he continued. "The probability of that occurring is so small that we won't even discuss it."
"I think that we need to," Rishond said.
Asprey turned to the Captain and said, "Sir, the precision guided torpedoes have been run through several simulations and we've come up with the same thing. This will work, and there's no flaw that we haven't unmasked."
Captain Rishond believed in his crew. There was something about this that just didn't settle well. He turned to Dralk, who already made his decision, and nodded. He hoped that this didn't end badly. "Make it happen."
