WHO: Capt. Pupuhed
WHERE: The Suid Sidal

Quadrant 7x9…

Sci Off: “Now within range for a better scan, captain.”

Pupuhed: (squeezing a tension ball vigorously in his hand) “Give me some glorious news.”

Sci Off: (somewhat relieved) “It appears to be a Fed scout class.”

Pupuhed: (loudly slaps arm of chair with free hand, bridge crew jump in their chairs) “YESSSSS!!!” (sits back down attempting to look cool again) “A… small fry, to be sure. But a good kill none the less.”

Navigation: “But we may have a problem, captain.”

Pupuhed: “Problem?? How can we have a problem? No one has don’t anything yet!”

Navigation: “They have made a slow turn and are moving away from us.”

Pupuhed: “What? Did they spot us??” (squeezes ball even faster) “Have we been spotted? How can they have spotted us?!”

Navigation: “It may be a standard search pattern turn, captain.”

Pupuhed: (Throws ball at back of the nav’s officer’s head. Hits it dead center with practiced ease)“Idiot. So why then is this a problem?”

Navigation: “If they maintain that course and speed they will fall outside of cloak cruising range. We will be visible long before we strike.”

Pupuhed: “Argh!! We can’t have that! A scout class will not take any chances with us. Like cowards they will just leave the area. GRRRRRR.”

Navigation: (rubbing back of head) “Precisely, captain.”