Commander Elias Vaughn sat forward in his seat, one hand absently stroking his salt-and-pepper beard. His eyes were intent on the Defiant’ s main viewscreen, where he could see a large, bulbous ship pursuing and firing on a somewhat smaller, gracefully tapered vessel. The pitted, scarred hulls of both vessels bore mute testament to countless previous battles.
“Any luck hailing them?” Vaughn growled at Lieutenant Sam Bowers, who was running the tactical station.
“No, sir,” Bowers said with a shake of the head. “I’m hailing them on all frequencies, but nothing’s coming through.”
“Take us in closer, Ensign Lankford,” Vaughn said, nodding to the blond woman who sat at the conn. Vaughn then turned his head slightly, speaking over his shoulder toward the tactical station. “Keep all shields at the ready, Mr. Bowers. This is obviously a touchy situation, and until we can get some idea of what’s happening and why, we need to see to our own protection first.”
“Aye, sir,” Bowers said.
The turbolift doors whooshed open, and Vaughn saw his daughter, Ensign Prynn Tenmei, tug momentarily on her tunic as she stepped out onto the bridge. They locked eyes for an instant. “Sorry to cut your lunch short, Ensign,” Vaughn said, then mimed wiping his hand across his mouth.
Tenmei got the hint and subtly removed the remnants of red sauce from her lower lip as she took her post at the conn. Lankford moved aside for her, taking a secondary post at the back of the bridge.
“I wonder what this fight is about?” Vaughn said to no one in particular.
On the viewscreen, the heavily damaged alien ship flared with crackling electrical energy, then spun toward them at a dizzying speed.
“I think it’s about to land in our laps,” Tenmei said dryly.
“Evasive maneuvers!” Vaughn shouted. The Defiant lurched to the side, tossing the bridge crew along with it as the ship’s inertial dampers struggled to keep the artificial gravity field stable.
A split second later, something slammed into the Defiant, and Vaughn heard an unmistakable rending sound coming from the port side of the navigational deflector.
“Shields holding!” Bowers yelled. “We’ve taken a glancing hit from the pursuing vessel.”
Vaughn thought he would decide later whether or not the pursuing vessel’s attack on the Defiant had been deliberate. “Damage?” he barked.
“The pursuer’s weaponry didn’t do anything to us,” said Bowers.
Tenmei checked a conn display. “But that near collision cost us our portside targeting sensors.”
“What’s the status of the damaged alien ship?” Vaughn asked, turning toward the science station.
“It survived its brush with our shields and is now headed deeper into the Oort cloud, Captain,” said science specialist Kurt Hunter. The eager-looking young officer quickly consulted a readout before continuing. “But it’s losing power rapidly, no doubt because of all the damage its pursuer has inflicted on it. My scans show that both of these vessels have only rudimentary warp capabilities.”
“Well, I can’t just let the underdog die without any clue as to what this is all about,” Vaughn said. “Mr. Bowers, I need to talk to somebody out there. Fast.”
“Still hailing on all known Gamma Quadrant frequencies,” Bowers said, putting his hand up to his earpiece. “And on most of the Alpha Quadrant frequencies as well. They don’t seem to…Wait, I’m getting something.”
Abruptly, the viewscreen image transformed from the serenity of trackless space to a vision of utter chaos. Vaughn caught a few disjointed glimpses of what appeared to be a ship’s bridge manned by more than half a dozen slick-carapaced, insectile creatures. Most of them were apparently panicking, and several seemed to be yelling into the viewscreen simultaneously. Their narrow, chitin-covered heads were mounted on stick-thin bodies; the creatures scuttled about on tripod legs, some of them walking upside down on the ceilings.
“I’m trying to figure out what they’re saying, Captain,” Bowers said. “But the universal translator isn’t having an easy time of it. All I’m getting is gibberish.”
“Well, it’s clear enough that they’re pretty agitated,” Vaughn said, feeling a surge of sympathy for the hapless insectoids. During almost eight decades as a Starfleet officer he’d survived enough shipboard disasters to feel that he understood their plight on an extremely visceral level.
“Which of the ships is this transmission coming from?”
“The one that isn’t firing on us, Captain!” Bowers punched several buttons and braced himself. The ship rocked to the side. “Shields still holding. The aggressor ship is using some kind of disruptor weapon. Not too much of an immediate threat to us, but the smaller ship isn’t so well shielded.”
Vaughn leaned forward in the chair again as Tenmei touched her console, splitting the viewscreen’s image into two. A smaller, inset image displayed the gibbering aliens on their manic bridge, while the rest of the screen showed the attacking ship and its prey.
“Hail the attacker again,” Vaughn said.
“No response, sir,” Bowers said after nearly another minute had elapsed. “I take that back—they’re firing again!”
Vaughn watched as the disruptor’s searing light pierced the darkness. From the positions of the multiple plasma blasts, it was clear that the aggressor had several hull-mounted weapons.
The screen flashed for a moment, and the ship rocked gently. “Shields down to ninety percent,” Bowers said.
So their hitting us before was no accident, Vaughn thought. They don’t seem to want us here. Why?
“Let’s give them some encouragement to back off. Mr. Bowers, Ensign Merimark, target only their weapons systems. If I’m not mistaken, they’re mounted on several external armatures, three dorsal, two ventral.”
As the young ensign took her place behind Sam at a secondary tactical station, a grinning Bowers drew a bead on his targets. “Good eye, Captain. Targets locked.”
Vaughn’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Fire.”
A series of blasts from the pulse phaser cannons streaked toward the attacking vessel. Within seconds, all had found their mark, and five small, tightly targeted explosions detonated on the other ship’s hull. Other than those specific points, the alien vessel appeared to have suffered no damage.
“Good shooting,” Vaughn said, complimenting the two tactical officers behind him. His eyes still narrowed,
