The Audacious Manuever
Posted on Mon Aug 11th, 2025 @ 1:06am by Captain Zseeq & Lieutenant JG Chase Thompson & Ensign Roju & Crewman Chuf Graitix & Lieutenant Commander Eve Hall & Lieutenant Commander Melanie D'BrooNi- Haistro & Lieutenant Zhi'rev & Lieutenant JG Maran
5,190 words; about a 26 minute read
Mission:
Audacious
Location: U.S.S. Audacious/U.S.S. Saratoga
Timeline: 2401-05-04, 22:30
Crewman Chuf Graitix turned away from the Transporter console as he heard the doors slide open behind him. This was his first assignment since graduating from the Tech Services Academy on Mars and he was looking to make a good impression, so he quickly rose from his chair and stood at attention as the away teams arrived in the small anteroom connected to the Transporter Chamber.
The Bolian nodded in greeting, "Welcome. I've already programmed in the coordinates sent from the Bridge. Just waiting for the orders to energize."
Zhi gave the Bolian a polite nod as he walked past and took his place on the transporter pad. "Relax crewman," he suggested as the young man remained at attention, "don't want you to sprain anything." He smiled a little, trying to break the ice. "Just make sure we get there in one piece, and get us back preferably in the condition we arrived in."
Maran hopped up to to the transporter pad with a repair kit in hand. He took one of the rear places and turned around to face outward. He adjusted his phaser in its holster slightly to make sure it was secure for transport.
"That's the plan, Lieutenant," Graitix answered as he checked the readouts on the Transporter panel. "Coordinates are already locked. Which team will be going over first?"
Mel walked in the Trill holding a large medikit. "Probably best to let Commander Hall make that call," she told the crewman manning the transporter controls. In her head it would be security and her, just in case but the new XO of course was leading things.
"Yes of course," the Transporter Chief answered. He pecked at the keys on the console, checking on the status of Commander Hall so that he could prepare to release the teams. "Interesting, I received notification that the Commander has been delayed. He has received a priority communication."
Behind them the door to the Transporter Room slid open, allowing the crew to see the tall alien that was standing on the opposite side. Dressed in an Engineering tunic, Ensign Roju stepped through and into the Transporter Room to prepare for the away mission. Holding on to a toolkit, he looked around, "Sorry I'm late. Quick trip to Sickbay."
Commander Hall was the last to enter the Transporter Room. Her ponytail had now been pulled up into a tight bun, and she'd replaced her tunic with a utility away team jacket. "Apologies everyone," she waved a PADD at shoulder height, "I had to download the latest command access codes for Audacious." She pocketed the small metallic coloured data device into a utility pocket in her uniform and then turned to a crewman who was waiting to provide her with a tricorder and phaser for the away mission.
"Alright, Security teams to beam in 30 seconds in advance of the main boarding parties and secure the area. For all we know there could be squatters on board." She nodded to the Transporter Chief to get underway, "Maran, Doc, Jorik you'll secure the Bridge. Zhi'rev, Thompson, you're with me. We'll secure the engine room." She holstered the phaser and flicked the tricorder open to check it was operating. "Questions?"
"Commander," Thompson interrupted, "Perhaps it would be better for me to go to the Bridge? With the condition of the ship, and our presence in Romulan Space, we may need to prepare for a tactical situation."
Hall gave the Lieutenant a silent nod and then indicted with her fingers for one of the other officers to switch positions with him.
"Let's ready up, Chief begin transport of security teams." As the security teams dematerialised in a blue-silver shower the Commander wasted no time, and moved to take centre position on the Transporter pad.
[Main Bridge, USS Audacious]
A testament to traditional 23rd Century design, the Bridge of the Starship Audacious looked almost as if time had never passed by.
Shared among the ships of the Constitution, Hermes, and Miranda Classes, the Main Bridge had a uniform design with these other vessels for ease of mission operations and coordination of departmental activities. The Captain's Chair was positioned in the center of the room and was the only station that looked different from photos in that it had a full backrest instead of a mid sized one. Directly fore of the Captain was a single, large computer console that maintained piloting and navigation functions, with access to the weapons also available at either of these stations. Other stations included a communications station, engineering station, and a large science and library computer console.
The forward viewscreen was still operational after all these years, but had some static playing across its screen that impeded their view of the Saratoga. Twin doors were located on the back of the Bridge and isolated the Engineering console from the others in this completely circular design, which featured curved overhead viewscreens, and railings and steps which matched the arc of the circumference. It was really quite beautiful.
That was, until at least, the Automatic Bridge Defence System turned on and started firing stun pulses at the away team.
Mel didn't have time to even start scanning for life signs as she dodged something firing. "Move," she said to the rest. She tried to move to find something to shelter them from the firing. Of course there was nothing so instead she found she was having to shield herself from the shots with her Medi kit. "Lieutenant," she said in Jorik's direction, "Can you shut this off if we can get to the security panel?" She hoped before the system did some serious damage to her kit box.
Maran dived behind the front consoles to take cover, dropping his repair kit in the process. He pulled his phaser out. "Do we return fire?" He called out.
Crouched behind the navigational control console, Lieutenant Chase Thompson looked up at the ceiling mounted defensive installation and the rotating Phaser emitters installed upon it. Turning quickly, the Phasers fired quick beams in rapid fire succession at the away teams trying to stun them. It was an old styled defensive system, but it was more than enough to take them out.
"Couldn't hurt," he finally said as he watched a Phaser beam narrowly miss his head. "If we distract it we may be able to get to the controls."
"I'll try and distract it by moving and firing." The Cardassian said with a nod before taking a peak at where the phaser blasts where coming from. He took a pot shot before quickly diving into the opposite direction of where the controls for the defence system were.
"Cover me," Thompson directed as he planned to make a mad dash to the controls to try to shut down the weapon emplacement.
Maran nodded before taking aim and taking more pot shots at the security system.
Mel made a grab for her phaser. Being a doctor she preferred not to use it is she could avoid it but needs must. She did her best to shoot at where the fire was coming from to allow Thompson passage to shut this system down.
As the automated defense system tried to track the doctor and pilot, Thompson used the time he had to spring into action to try to shut down the system. The design was common for the 23rd Century and, thankfully, he'd chosen to study the era while at the Academy. Almost every Bridge back then had the same workstations, but they weren't always in the same locations as one another. Fortunately, he recognized the schematic atop one of the workstations as being related to the Defense Systems of the era. Reaching the console, he started entering command sequences on the raised keys.
Of course, this got attention fast. As he pressed the controls, the Bridge's defenses shifted their attention directly to him. A blue phaser beam pulsed from the emitter terminal on the ceiling, but narrowly missed the young Lieutenant and slammed into the workstation itself. A blue electricity shimmered over the console, shorting out the controls as making them darken. A momentary thought crossed through Chase's brain that maybe, just maybe, the target had been intentional because the automated defenses shouldn't have missed, even so narrowly.
But it had the intended result. Above them the defense emplacement powered down, its emitters returning to normal instead of the deadly glow they had carried. Rising to full level, Chase turned toward the others, "No problem."
"Nicely done, Lieutenant." The Cardassian said as he pulled himself up off the floor and dusted himself off. "That's enough excitement for one day." He added with a small smile.
"I concur," the Trill doctor said. "Lets see if we can pull up ......." she had been about to say the last captains log but more noise started up.
A series of rapid tones came from the Science Station nearby. Chase called out, "Now what?"
Maran approached the helm and tapped several controls on the console. "Maybe I spoke too soon. We have Romulan ships on an intercept course. Three of them."
"We really didn't think it would be that simple to slip by did we?" Mel said darkly. "Does the Captain have a plan b I wonder? Maybe they are working on a way to tow this ship and get us out of here? Or are we into potentially name and rank territory? I assume the ship can see them.
She hit her comm. badge. "Commander Hall, we have incoming Romulan's. Orders Maam?" she asked.
Static reverberated back over the comm signal, interference from the engine room making the communications more difficult than was optimal at this time. "Pre - to - d-derway." was all that came back over the channel.
"Prepare to get underway?" Maran questioned as he took a seat at the helm.
"Might be," Lieutenant Thompson said as he walked toward the center consoles. Sitting down at the Navigation console, Chase started flipping switches and pressing the different indicator keys. Looking at the central monitor, "I'm not terribly familiar with these controls, but from what I can make out we do have Phasers and Photon Torpeodes available if we do have to fight. We have limited engines, do you think you can fly this thing?"
The Cardassian helmsman shrugged his shoulders. "Only one way to find out." He said as he began tapping buttons on the helm. "Going to need more engine power or we'll just be a slow moving target with no manoeuvrability."
Thompson looked at the Doctor, "Do you think you'd be able to man the Science Station, Doc?"
"I can sure try," Mel said. It had been a while since she had to man anything not medical.
"Saratoga to Away Team," Captain Zseeq's voice interrupted. "The Romulan ships are inbound and their weapons are armed. Get out of here!"
[Main Engineering, USS Audacious]
Beaming into the Engine Room of the Audacious, the first thing that Ensign Roju was surprised by was how spartan the power center for the entire vessel actually was. From the stories and information he'd read about the ship, the Vorgon had anticipated seeing an immensely complex room filled with technologies. Instead, it was a bare bones two-deck-tall room that featured an open floorplan and a small stepladder than allowed access to the upper level. A small office near the entryway was the only part of the room that seemed somewhat isolated, but it was really no more than a console within an alcove and nothing more. Roju was curious about one thing though. A large window, covered by a wire mesh, gave them a view of what he thought may be the engine components. Simply massive, there was an orange energy flowing through these structures that he couldn't quite explain.
"Where's the crew?" Roju questioned as he continued looking around the room.
Zhi has moved away from the beam in point almost immediately upon being fully coalesced and flipped open his tricorder. "Not here," he deadpanned as he navigated toward the mesh covered window. "Interesting structure," he commented as he moved past it to take scans. "I take it we are here for whatever is behind this... structure?" He indicated the cover while arching an eyebrow at Hall. "I can't imagine it being anywhere else, this place looks like it's been stripped of anything ordinarily found in engineering."
Hall's transport cycle has completed a whole second after Zhi's and as she began to take in her surroundings, the Vulcan was already making his way towards the engine core. This was the moment, she'd worked towards it for years. She stopped in front of the main warp core and tilted her head to the side slightly, "Why is is it green?" she was referencing the colour of the warp plasma as it percolated its way through the main plasma chamber. It a normal circumstance it would have a mixture of light and dark blues as the matter and antimatter reaction occurred.
Roju answered, "Believe it or not this is pretty much standard 23rd Century design. To be frank I was expecting something... futuristic or at least a lot more blinking lights than what we've found in here. This is rather boring," the Vorgon explained as he walked over to the wall mounted Master Systems Display.
Typing on the keyboard below the display, the Engineer studied the schematics that were on the screen. "You know it's amazing but the systems aboard this ship are in pretty much full operational status. There's no power drain, all systems appear functional. You'd never know this ship was missing for years."
"So we can just fly her out of here?" Zhi queried while still studying the mesh curtain that shimmered n front of him. "We need to disengage this field. I still believe whatever we are looking for is hidden here." He started to move around it, tricorder humming and beeping quietly. "There have to be controls for it somewhere," he murmured, more to himself than to the others.
Roju nodded in agreement, "From the looks of things if I can get the lockouts to drop we could do exactly that. The ship seems to be fully operational. I really," he heard a series of alarms from one of the nearby consoles. He sighed as he read the graphic display, "Someone on the Bridge triggered the automated defenses. They're under attack from the ship itself!"
"Bridge, this is Zhi'rev," the Vulcan called as he touched his comm badge, "do you require assistance?" He looked towards the engineer, then at Hall wh0 seemed to be preoccupied with something. "Prepare for ah .. take off," he suggested, "or at least get the defense systems online."
Hall snapped back to attention as her commbadge chirped, she could hear the Doctor reporting back through the badge's speaker "Commander Hall, we have incoming Romulan's. Orders Ma'am?"
Eve signaled for the attention of her team and pointed to a console that she knew operated the ships power distribution network, "Bridge, prepare to get underway. Zhi', Roju, let's get the impulse engines spooled up. The Captain was clear we shouldn't engage the Romulans, we can make moves to meet up with the Toga, that may just make the Romulan's think twice."
She was completely unaware that her message hadn't made it through to the bridge.
"Commander, shouldn't we focus on getting the Warp Drive online?" Roju asked, genuinely concerned for their safety. He saw an alert indicator light glowing on the console and opened the screen. He looked at the XO, "Sir, the weapons are powering up!"
The Vulcan nodded, as he worked on firing up the engines. "This seems like a sleek vessel," he commented happily as he worked, "but I don't think we can outmanoeuvre them for very long. I strongly recommend preparing for warp, just in case."
"If we can get this special drive online we can get out of here," Roju proposed as he started adjusting controls on the main console. "I'm not too familiar with this ship's systems, but I think I might just be able to get us a brief jump."
"Saratoga to Away Team," Captain Zseeq's voice interrupted. "The Romulan ships are inbound and their weapons are armed. Get out of here!"
"You two can head up to the Bridge," Roju suggested. "I'll be fine down here."
"Are you sure?" The Vulcan asked, "I don't think anyone should be left by themselves. I suggest we remain in pairs at all times." He looked squarely at the XO as if expecting her to agree without pause.
The Engineer nodded, "Trust me, I'm sure. Something tells me that the Captain's going to have some sort of plan in place and your place is on the Bridge, mine's down here. Get going!"
Zhi cast a sideways glance at Hall, shrugged and left for the bridge.
"Captain," Ensign Chambers interrupted.
Sitting in his Captain's Chair on the Bridge of the Saratoga, Captain Zseeq looked down at the Helm/Ops Officer, "What is it, Ensign?"
She typed on the panel quickly, "Incoming Romulan vessels, Captain. They'll be here in two minutes."
Pecking at the controls on his own chair, the Captain sighed, "Not even bothering to cloak themselves. Do they know we're here?"
At Sciences the Napean Assistant nodded, "It's a pretty good estimation that they know we're here, Sir. I'm reading energy buildup, Captain. They appear to be arming their weapons."
"Get me a Tactical analysis of the incoming ships, now," the Captain demanded as he looked at the Tactical workstation.
Crewman Walker looked at the monitors, working as quickly as he could, "I'm still getting used to these duties, Captain, but it's looking like they sent almost their entire known fleet in the region at us. I'm reading a Laehval Class Warbird flanked by twin Mogai Class Warbirds. Energy buildup corresponds to they've powered their disruptors."
Hitting the control key for the communications system, Zseeq issued orders, "Saratoga to Away Team, the Romulan ships are inbound and their weapons are armed. Get out of here!"
"They're flooding subspace with anti-lepton interference," Ensign Chambers interrupted. She worked the wall console, "We're losing communications."
"Did they get my message?" Zseeq rose from his chair and walked down to join his Helm Officer.
Seaira shrugged, "No way of knowing."
On the viewscreen they watched as the Audacious started to move. The Deltan Captain smirked, "Well that's one way of knowing. Find a way to get through the interference. I have an idea."
At the Navigational Controls, Lieutenant Chase Thompson was giving himself a crash course in 23rd Century starship operations. The old styled S/COMS management system was a little harder to manage than LCARS, but he thought he was getting the hang of it, albeit slowly.
Chase knew that some people felt that physical control interfaces were superior to the current generation of workstation, believing that the operator had a better "feel" for the responsiveness of the system with manual controls. The young Tactical Officer wasn't so sure he agreed. These physical control interfaces used physical buttons, switches, dials, and levers and the accompanying visual or audio cues were more than a little bit distracting. It was messing with his head.
Nonetheless, he thought he could program a course jump if they needed it. As he watched the long-range visual cues on the viewscreen he was sure that they would be in need of one soon enough. Three Romulan Warbirds were approaching the old Miranda Class ship and they didn't look too neighbourly. In fact, they looked like they were ready to kick their asses.
"I don't think the academy training vessels were as basic as this." Maran commented as he tried to familiarise himself with the awkward console layout. Modern ships allowed consoles to be configured to the users specifications or needs. "This would be fun if there wasn't impending death on the horizon."
"Yeah," the Security Officer mumbled, "Lot's of fun." He checked the readouts on the display console, trying to make heads of tails out of the interface. The old display wasn't even a touchscreen, which was making it all the more complicated. Pressing the different raised controls, he tried his best to plot a course. Then he noticed it.
He turned, "Doctor, are the Romulans generating radiation toward us?"
"Its hard to tell if its coming from them or coming from this ship. Something its encountered but its nothing our bodies cannot handle presently with the meds I have with me. I'm going to suggest I give you all a shot pretty soon if we make it out of this situation," Mel said.
The Vulcan science chief stepped into the bridge and gravitated towards the science station. "What am I looking at?" He asked as he logged in to the system. "We have engines online, we should be able to move."
"Romulan ships are inbound," the Security Officer answered as he typed quickly on the raised interface of the Miranda Class ship's Navigational controls. "The Captain tried to hail us, but they've not been able to get through," he started flipping switches, "And sensors say they're powering weapons?"
Zhi checked the readings on his console and was about to answer in a negative when he was interrupted.
An alarm trilled on the console and Chase couldn't believe what he was seeing, "They're targeting us. The Saratoga's targeting us!"
"I'm engaging shields and red alert," the Vulcan science chief announced, unconsciously slipping into a command role. "Helm, try evasive maneuvers and keep an eye out for those Romulans. Tactical, prepare to fire a warning shot across the Saratoga's helm to show them that we've noticed their move." He wondered. "Actually....can we somehow tap their shields with our phasers in a Morse code pattern?" He glanced around the bridge. "Does anyone here know Morse?"
"Evasive manoeuvres, aye." Maran said as his hands began to work the console. "Hold on, I'm not sure how good the inertia dampeners are on these ships...or the hull integrity for that matter!" The Cardassian called out as the old ship began lurching and groaning as it began sharp turns.
Chase, having been a boy scout on Earth, nodded, "I do know Morse Code, Lieutenant. I think I can accomplish that, but we have limited energy available in the Phaser Capacitors. Back when the Audacious was new the Phaser Banks weren't tied into the Warp Drive like they are now, they were limited to what was in their batteries."
"Do what you can then to get the message across," the Vulcan suggested pleasantly.
Looking at the Saratoga on the display, the young Lieutenant watched carefully. The lights on the outer hull, a throwback to old Earth aircraft, were flashing. That wasn't normal. They were typically steadily lit. He watched and noticed, much like they were planning, there was a pattern. "Son of a Bitch!"
"I beg your pardon?" Zhi queried, clearly not understanding the Human colourful expression.
"Saratoga," the Lieutenant said, "she's sending a message." He read as it went. "R... P... W... A... R... P..."
"Warp?" Zhi frowned, "are they telling us to go to warp?"
"What about comms. with the Romulans," Mel said. "We don't know if they have understood us but hopefully the captain will get the hell out of here. I highly doubt they will follow them. They will come for us. We could try buy time for them to get away. Distract the enemy and hopefully stop them firing on us."
Zhi shook his head. "While an excellent suggestion doctor, we don't appear to have a working comm system, and I highly doubt they understand Morse code. I also don't know if the Romulans have something similar in use and my knowledge of the Rihanssu language is extremely limited."
He briefly turned back to his console. "We should try to engage warp speed, and get out of here." He nodded to Chase. "Plot a course if able. Otherwise maneuver towards Saratoga and engage."
"Lieutenant," Chase interrupted, "I have a theory. I've been doing a lot of research into tactical strategy and remembered something that might be of use. Not long after the Borg were first encountered, Starfleet launched several war game scenarios to test starship crews. During one Captain Picard and Commander Riker tested an old Constellation Class ship against the Enterprise, but they were outfoxed by the Ferengi." He paused a second, realizing that he'd admitted the Federation's flagship had been damaged by the Ferengi.
Continuing, "Anyway, neither ship could attack the Ferengi because their weapons had been knocked out. The Ferengi were confused why the Enterprise was attacking the older ship and gave the Enterprise an ultimatum: turn over the other ship and leave, or be destroyed. Commander Riker and his team managed to restore warp capability on the Constellation and the crew simulated its destruction by detonating Photon Torpedoes one millisecond before they'd hit the ship, while it simultaneously went to warp. The Ferengi thought the Constellation had been destroyed and both ships survived. What if that's the Captain's plan?"
"Could be," Zhi answered thoughtfully, remembering the maneuver from academy tactical classes."but how are we to know for certain? We'll have to risk keeping the shield down and feign them being inoperable" he looked around the bridge for thoughts and feelings. "This should be a unanimous decision... I'm not in command not senior in rank."
An alarm sounded, "They're slotting torpedoes so we need to make a choice!"
"Do it," Mel said simply. "There's not much time for further brainstorming and if we can get warp to work then perhaps we can get away. If not I doubt they will destroy us anyway. They will want to know what we are doing here. I'm sure we will be talking to them comms system working or not."
"Use the lights," Zhi suggested, "flash them in Morse like they did us. And then prepare for warp."
"I can do that," Chase answered quickly. As he manipulated the ship's lights, they quickly got the confirmation back that they were looking for.
On the Bridge of the Saratoga, Captain Zseeq looked at the tactical display carefully. They had not heard back from the Audacious in some time and, as far as things were looking, the truth was that they were out of time. If they didn't understand his instructions the Audacious would be destroyed in the detonation, but if they understood it was entirely possible that they'd get away. He hoped they understood otherwise his entire Senior Staff were soon to be dead.
"Are we ready?" The Captain asked from his chair, carefully looking at the older Miranda class on the viewer.
Crewman Walker nodded, "We're receiving a message, old Morse code. They're acknowledging our order."
"Seaira," he looked down at his Operations Officer, "signal them back with our lights as an old Morse lamp. Tell them thirty seconds."
"Yes Sir."
The Deltan let out a long breath, "Get me the Romulan flagship."
A window display opened in the center of the viewscreen, showing the Bridge of the Romulan Warbird. In the center seat sat a blonde man who's short hair awkwardly hung over his skinny, chiseled face. Hollow green eyes, set sunken within their sockets, watch anxiously over the star that he's nearly died for so many times before. A large beard complimented his nose and mouth and leaves a bittersweet memory of his fortunate looks, his forehead accentuated with an intricate tattoo along his raised brow ridge.
"Starfleet vessel," his voice was almost lyrical, "You have violated our territory. Surrender, or we will open fire."
"Romulan Commander," Zseeq answered as he rose from his chair and walked down the stairs toward the screen, "we regret our violation of your territory. I'm Captain Zseeq of the Starship Saratoga and I am on assignment to apprehend this privateer. As this is an internal matter of Starfleet we regret that you've become involved and will return to our territory once we have ended the threat posed by these marauders."
The Romulan shifted his gaze to the console workstation sitting to the side of his oversized command chair, "Our sensors show that vessel is barely a threat to anyone, let alone a front-line Sagan Class starship."
"Don't be fooled, Commander, they've been attacking neutral Federation shipping for weeks," he answered quickly.
"With weapons out of the 23rd Century?" The Romulan questioned, puzzled.
The Deltan Captain nodded, "Your own fleet confirms the threat that older vessels still pose, Commander."
The Commander smiled broadly, his beard lifting along with his lips amidst his dimples, "The answer is no. Your actions have been wholly criminal, Captain, and you have violated our territory. Standby to be taken into custody. Lower your shields, deactivate your weapons, or we will come in firing."
"Are you a fool, Commander, to risk war with the Federation over pirates?" Zseeq asked incredulously.
"You have violated our territory, Captain, and - despite your being in a frontline vessel - how can you stop us? You are outgunned," the Romulan Commander taunted. He leaned forward in his chair, his gaze penetrating, "Stand down."
Captain Zseeq crossed his arms, "I have a better idea." He turned toward tactical and nodded.
At the Tactical console, Crewman Walker pressed the fire control. Four Photon Torpedoes launched from the Saratoga's forward launchers and raced toward the older Miranda Class vessel. The projectiles exploded violently in space, leaving nothing where the Audacious had been seconds before.
"Science," Zseeq looked over his shoulder, "status of the pirate vessel?"
"Destroyed," the Napean Science Officer confirmed.
The Romulan Commander looked furiously back at Captain Zseeq across subspace, his anger barely contained, "You chose to destroy a helpless vessel?"
"That ship raided a Federation outpost, stole valuable resources, and killed half a dozen people. We won't let that go unpunished, Commander," Zseeq walked closer to the viewer, "They were ours to deal with, and we will not allow threats to the safety of the Maelstrom to go unchecked. There's a new sheriff in town, and it's time for law to reign supreme out here again."
"I never imagined a Starfleet Captain would have such fire," the Commander answered with a grin, "It was yours to destroy, as you are ours."
Zseeq shrugged, "You can try, but are you prepared for the fallout?"
At the side of the Romulan Bridge one of the technicians turned, "Commander! Another Federation starship is closing. Odyssey Class."
The Romulan Commander looked at the technician, "Maximum shields! Get us out of here!"
The viewscreen image immediately changed as the window closed to show the three Romulan ships on the massive display. They quickly turned away from the Sagan Class Saratoga and jumped to warp, leaving the Saratoga alone.
"Captain," it was the Science Officer, "sensors show no Federation starship incoming."
"I have a feeling our guardian angel is soon to arrive," the Deltan announced as he walked back up the stairs to his chair. Turning back toward the viewer, "Let's get out of here. Set course for the Border, Warp 8, Engage."
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