"Of course, just because we've heard a spine-chilling, blood-curdling scream of the sort to make your very marrow freeze in your bones doesn't automatically mean there's anything wrong."
IRV N'Ventnar's shields shuddered under the pounding assault from three Cardassian fighters. Bracketed and surrounded on all sides, we were running for our lives. What had started as a rescue mission had gone wrong, horribly wrong.
“Commander Sela!” Eivak yelled from his tactical console. “Our cloaking device is out, our front deflectors are failing and our aft deflectors are at fifty percent and falling!”
I swore aloud. “Reroute all power, including life support, to the shields, and continue that distress signal!” I ordered.
“Commander, our life support systems. . .” Eivak started to protest.
I pushed myself up; my blue eyes locked on his brown. “Centurion, if those shields fall, we won’t need life support.”
"I'm just sorry I got all of you into this. . . . Set a course for the wormhole."
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