Aboard the Kumari:
"Captain, the humans have launched a class four probe."
Now that was odd, what could they possibly be-
"Sir, I've lost helm control!"
"Weapons and shields are offline!"
And just like that, everything turned upside-down.
"Well get them back!" Tarah ordered, fire in her stance. They couldn't fail now, they had to destroy that shuttle!
Angrily she shoved the helmsman to the side, taking his place. "Tarah to engineering, report."
No response emitted from the inter-ship communicator.
"Captain the Enterprise is powering weapons!"
"Engineering!" she screamed, slamming her hand brutally into the button.
"Do we have anything?" she growled at the nearest crewman.
"N-no Sir, even life support is failing." The woman nervously replied, fearing for her life at the hands of the Captain even as the Enterprise prepared to destroy them.
Aboard the Enterprise:
"Now Ensign!"
The crewman's idea was just crazy enough to work, at least that's what Lt. Reed hoped.
And despite all evidence to the contrary, Reed wasn't going to take the chance of falling right into a trap, well, not without insurance anyway. For one, their scans hadn't been able to penetrate the hull, which suggested someone didn't want their identity known. And two, the transmission had been audio only, it was certainly easier to replicate voices than it was for a human body.
"We have it, but there's probably a lot of damage in the landing bay."
"Acknowledged, good job Ensign, you've earned some rest, go get it."
"Yes Sir" beamed Reykoh, his entire face lit with pride.
More quietly he leaned towards Hoshi, "Get a security team to the bay".
"Sir?" she queried, confused as to why they would need guards for the Commander.
He didn't answer, just tapped the comm unit on his chair, "Reed to sickbay."
"Sickbay, Phlox here Lieutenant."
"Doctor, Mr. Tuckers just arrived". He didn't need to say anymore.
There was a slight pause before the speaker came to life, "I'll have an emergency medical team standing by."
"Acknowledged, Reed out."
Tucker's Perspective:
The world was spinning, or rather, the shuttle pod. Trip raised his head, the heaviness wearing down on it as he observed in his stupor, the sparks raining down through a cut in the door. It was slowly spreading, he realized while allowing gravity to take his head as toll, thudding back onto the metal floor.
His body was spread so that he reached from one end of the pod to the other, there was an increasingly uncomfortable weight on his stomach.
He opened his eyes just a crack, hoping he could see the perpetrator from his vantage point, cause moving didn't sound all that fun anymore.
Oh, a chair, he realized, a dull ache taking precedence in his conscious mind.
Is that good or bad?
Feels bad. But it's just a chair, right?
His mind debating the complexities of the dilemma, Trip didn't even notice when the plasma torch finished cutting, and the pod was left with a sizable hole in its side.
Damn my head hurts, wait, is that a chair?...