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“Aye, sir,” Bowers said.

The turbolift doors whooshed open, and Vaughn saw his daughter, Ensign Pry

Tenmei got the hint and subtly removed the remnants of red sauce from her lower lip as she took her post at the co

“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 Defiantlurched 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 Defianthad been deliberate. “Damage?” he barked.

“The pursuer’s weaponry didn’t do anything to us,” said Bowers.

Tenmei checked a co

“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 ma

“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’tfiring 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 onlytheir 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 gri

Vaughn’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Fire.”

A series of blasts from the pulse phaser ca

“Good shooting,” Vaughn said, complimenting the two tactical officers behind him. His eyes still narrowed, he began a mental countdown. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

“Captain, the attackers are veering off and reversing course,” Tenmei said. “Should I pursue?”

“No, Ensign. There’s a ship in distress, and that has to take precedence. Besides, we still have no idea what prompted either their attack on us or their pursuit of the damaged ship.”

Vaughn turned toward Bowers, who was working the controls with calm alacrity, one hand touching his ear-piece. His silent frown of concentration spoke volumes to Vaughn. “Anything intelligible coming from that damaged vessel, Mr. Bowers?”

“I’m getting a lot of audio-cha

Hunter spoke up then, punching a button on his console that restored the screen image solely to that of the noisy aliens. “Captain, it looks like some of the aliens are wounded. Whether we can understand them or not, I think they could use our help.”

Vaughn studied the viewscreen and could see that Hunter was indeed correct. In the background, some of the aliens were staggering, clutching appendages that were slickened with dark, viscous fluids that appeared to have leaked out of compromised exoskeletons. One hovered over a fallen comrade, clearly trying to tend to its injuries.

Vaughn punched a button on his armrest, opening a communication cha

Vaughn turned back to Bowers and nodded curtly. The tactical officer began recording transporter coordinates from the crippled alien vessel. On the screen, several of the wounded aliens began to shimmer out of existence, causing even greater consternation among their spindly fellows.

“Oh, for crying out loud.” Vaughn put his fingers to his forehead, wincing. “Mr. Bowers, patch a visual feed from the medical bay to the other ship so they know we’re trying to helptheir crewmen and aren’t just kidnapping them. And keep trying to find a way to communicate with them.”

“Yes, sir,” Bowers acknowledged and set immediately to work.

Vaughn turned back to the front of the bridge. “Pry