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Delon did manage to get to the bridge. He was quite proud of himself, after the first three times of becoming completely and hopelessly lost he had finally asked J for directions.
"Glad to see you finally showed up." Jane said sharply as Delon arrived.
"I got lost." he stated in his own defense.
"Understandable," she said slowly, followed by a much more punctual, "your station is over there. She pointed to the left of where she herself was sitting. That was not what alarmed Delon. The alarming thing was that she was using a knife to point. When Jane saw him staring, she looked at the knife and shrugged.
"I found it in one the rooms," she said simply, "you can have it." Jane then proceeded to throw the knife at Delon. Luckily he managed to jump out of the way...barely.
"Hnaev!" Delon exclaimed, reverting to the Romulan language.
"Sorry, never have been a very good throw." Jane said absentmindedly, "What did you say?" She asked curiously, turning towards him slightly.
"I... don't think that I should repeat that." Delon said hesitantly.
"If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." Jane scolded, "and get to your station." Delon did just that, picking up the knife on the way by. On closer inspection, the thing was actually quite dull. It seemed to have an innumerable amount of intricate designs, so Delon assumed that it wasn't used in any kind of battle. He sat at 'his station' as Jane had so kindly put it.
Jane shook her head, she didn't understand him, and truly, she wasn't trying to. J had alerted her to the prescience of a Klingon ship in Romulan space a few hours ago. She had given the Romulan that poorly-made weapon as defense. She couldn't give him a truly sharp one though, then he may try to hurt her. The two sat in tense silence for a long time, one not caring to speak, the other not daring to. Jane had moved to the navigation station, she needed to see if anything got too close to her nebula hideaway. That's when she saw it. She could tell it was a ship, but not what kind. Hiding in a nebula like this one had its disadvantages. They were too close. They could be the Klingons.
"Ready one of our torpedoes and fire phasers here." Jane said, transferring the coordinates to Delon. It took a minuet, but he did it. Their ship retaliated, quickly. They also happened to miss entirely. Apparently their guidance systems were damaged. This made things so much easier for Jane and Delon.
Jane smiled to herself, she had just come up with a great idea. The life support on the Klingon ship had failed. Yes, she had verified that it was Klingon. Delon didn't know that though. She would wait 'till there was only one person left alive, make them better, and then she would have three crewmembers. (Including herself.) It was perfect!