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Time to look for the author...*** "Angry Response" (post 110622 sim) |
"Where are they going?!?" Commander Wesley Crusher demanded. He briefly took his eyes off the viewscreen, which just now showed the image of the U.S.S. Eagle jumping to warp. "Captain Foreacre to the bridge!"
"They're answering a call for distress, Commander," the lt at OPS announced. "I am confirming the signal, but cannot make out the registry of the ship."
"Set course to intercept," Crusher ordered.
"Sir, we don't have warp capability," called out the helmsman. "It will take us nearly three days to reach their location at maximum impulse."
"Lock weapons on the other Federation ship," Crusher ordered. "Open a hail to the Eagle, and let them know we'll blow their ship out of the sky if he doesn't return now."
"Weapons locked," the tactical officer called out. The red alert lights started flashing around the bridge. "Serenity is responding in kind, Commander. With her shielding and weapons, she won't go down easy, sir."
"Serenity is hailing, Commander," the ops officer informed Crusher.
"Ignore them! Get me the Eagle."
"Their letting us know they will defend themselves, Commander," the ops officer continued.
"Report!" came the commanding voice of Captain Devon Foreacre as he stepped aboard the bridge.
"The Eagle has just goen to warp to answer a distress call we both received," Crusher reported. "I have ordered weapons locked on the Serenity. Just in case they try anything and the Eagle doesn't return."
"Stand down weapons," Foreacre ordered. "What type of distress signal? From who?"
"Captain," Crusher protested. "These.... people are not from the Confederation! WE don't know where they're from. Now we're just going to let them run wherever they want in Confederation space?"
"Mind yourself and your tone, Mr. Crusher," Foreacre warned. His held his own temper in check. He turned his attention to the ops officer. "Do you have answers?"
"Aye, sir," the lieutenant replied. "The distress call is coming from this ship. " He nodded towards the main viewscreen. The image of a severly damaged Ferengi marauder.
"Is that a danged Ferengi ship?" Foreacre asked, squinting his eyes slightly while looking at the screen.
"I thought we destroyed their fleet," Crusher commented. "One got away?"
"OBviously," Foreacre commented. He sat down in his chair, still deep in thought. "What will McCloud do when he arrives?"
"We should order the ship destroyed and the crew put in irons," Crusher demanded.
"We should, but we won't," Foreacre said, still looking at the screen. "Let's see how the Eagle handles this, then we shall decide further."
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