WHO: Capt Pupuhed
WHERE: Back on the Suid Sidal...

Pupuhed was frustrated. Ima Bunny had offered no solution to the communications array problem. How could he destroy this lowly scout ship without properly taunting them first? There would be no satisfaction in the kill. He was forced to wait until a channel could be opened. Damn those Romulan emmissions.

Well, maybe he can produce a menacing presence to the Feds while he waits.

Pupuhed: (Squeezing yet another tension ball) "Navigator takes us into a close parallel course with the Fed scout. And, uh, look menacing while you do. Maybe bob the ship back and forth and dip the wings a bit. Get right in their face, navigator. Of course, don't be an idiot, stay out of their firing arcs."

Navigator: "Okaaay. I will do my best captain."

Pupuhed: (Glaring at the crew members busy trying to get the comm station to work) "Don't make me throw this ball again. Get that fixed NOW."(Presses a button on his chair) "Yeoman bring up a portable music player. It's too quiet in here with communications knocked out. I want you to play some nice dance music or something. Bring up some Buck Ives or Slim Campbell. Heck at this point I wouldn't even mind listening to that accursed Macaraina."