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''The call definitely came from somewhere inside the nebula, Captain.''
Barely out of the turbolift that had brought her to the small, compact bridge, the tall dark-haired woman with the four pips on her collar looked straight at the narrow viewing screen in front of her at the other end of the ship's command center. On the viewer, space was almost completely flooded by a soflty glowing wave of glittering blue and purple particles with some reddish shadows and white lightning bolts alternating within the streaked, diffuse mass of cosmic dust.
''Can you pinpoint it any closer, Lieutenant?''
''Negative, M'am.'' answered the Ferengi seated at the console before the commanding officer on her right hand. '' It was so badly garbled, all I got through the interference was the name ''Pequod,'' then I lost it.''
''M'am, now reported the the white-haired, orange-skinned bearded man seated at another station, this time on the left of the commanding officer, our sensors are unable to penetrate the ionized gases composing most of the nebula.''
''Captain, interrupted the tall, massive blonde man seated closer to the screen, according to records, the Pequod is the first vessel to have been reported missing in this sector... over a quarter of a century ago!''
The woman stepped down into the command well to bring herself right before her spartan command chair, all the while looking at the swirling colored masses slowly rolling accross the vastness of space like the tranquil waves of a calm sea.
''Could anyone have survived in there after twenty-five years?'' she half-whispered.
''More probably a ship's disaster beacon still emitting, M'am... I'm sorry.'' apologized the Efrozian with much empathy.
''Confirmed, Captain.'' then said the Ferengi Lieutenant.''
''Try to raise them.'' shot back the woman before the command seat.
''This is the USS Milton, Federation patrol ship. We are receiving your signal; please respond. USS Pequod, this is the USS Milton; respond please...''
After a moment, the Ferengi shook his large, bulbous head, his enormous ears twitching slightly after much effort.
''Nothing, M'am. All I get is the automated signal of the disaster beacon.''
The woman sat in her command chair, here eyes still on the slow dance of the blue and purple waves and the sudden, unpredictable flashes crisscrossing those thick rolling waves of sparkling dust.
''Well, since we were sent here to search for the last missing convoy in this sector... might as well start with a long ago lost ship. Helm: plot a course towards that signal.''
''Captain, now said the imposing blonde man with concern, the high levels of static discharges will render target lock inoperative; we will not be able to use transporters or tractor beams, weapons on manual only... and shields will be useless.''
All around the bridge, yellow lights flashed and a distant rumble shook the entire ship; on the mere five decks that made all of the diminutive vessel, five dozens of dedicated Starfleet officers went to readiness, the sound of their feet and voices filling up the less than two-hundred meters of the ovoid, flattened hull.
''Half- impulse; let's go in.'' ordered the captain.
Smoothly accelerating to a speed of nearly forty-thousand kilometers per second, the sleek, compact elongated disc of the Defiant class patrol ship USS Milton slid between the first transluscent layers of cosmic dust, her rounded hull highlighted by the sudden, unpredictable flashes of electrostatic lightning violently illuminating the soft colors of the nebula.
In a few seconds, even the stark glow of her engines was dimmed inside the depths of the vast, slowly swirling dust cloud.
On the forward screen, streaks of static blurred the view outside to a grainy, snowy, almost colorless image. Long minutes went by in deep, apprehensive silence, the soft sound of static from the viewer fuzing itself into the minds of all the tight-lipped, blinking officers with the low screeching coming out of the bridge's speakers.
They were all listening to their own heartbeats when the Efrozian man broke the silence.
''Captain... sensors are not very reliable with all this interference but... large mass on our port bow... possibly a vessel, unable to confirm energy output... it appears to be drifting.''
''I've lost the signal the moment we penetrated the nebula.'' added the Ferengi Lieutenant.
''Aye Aye, M'am.'' aknowledged the red haired woman manning the ship's movements. ''ETA two minutes.''
Twice that time went by until the woman in the center seat sighed with obvious impatience.
''So... where is it?''
''Ah, captain, we have reached last sensor coordinates...'' stuttered the pilot, frowning over her navigational readouts, as garbled and noisy as the rest of their instruments. ''But I can't seem to locate...''
''Captain! The unidentified mass is still on our port side... now to our aft!''
The woman turned her head to the orange-skinned officer at the sensor station who offered a deep frown of his own.*
''I can not read normal energy output, Captain... and I can not beleive we overshot it despite our unreliable sensors. It just seems to have... drifted there. But... Captain, the measured eddies and currents inside this nebula could not have pushed such a mass so far behind us and so quickly...''
''Captain!'' now interrupted the blonde man at tactical. ''I have it on tactical sensors too... I read a massive upsurge of power... And... it's on an intercept course!''
The loud order of the ship's commander turned ambient lighting to a reddish glow as frantic noises reverberated throughout the entire ship, like a pulsing heart suddenly racing with the sudden approach of danger.
''Hard about! High energy turn one hundred and eighty degrees! Reinforce forward shields!''
''Captain!'' then shouted the Efrozian in obvious alarm.'' We do not know what we are facing here. We should retreat to a safe distance and...''
''Don't quote rules to me, Mister!'' barked back the dark-haired woman in command. ''We're under attack! Tactical: ready pulse cannons! Full volley of quantum torpedoes!''
Within the slow-moving piled waves of floating space dust, the sleek shape of the Milton turned swiftly around, all weapons glowing like angry eyes towards... something; a long, huge, dense shadow that was rising from the very depths of the dense nebula towards the much smaller Starfleet warship.
From under its flattened hull, globs of blue light shot out from the Defiant class vessel, one behind the other; two-hundred isotons of destructive force flashed in each of the four luminous warheads that raced at near light speed down the depths of the rolling masses of thick dust. In an instant, the layers of sparkling, colored waves swallowed even the furious glow of the quantum torpedoes as they plunged toward the distant rising dark form.
Long seconds of tense silence followed in the wake of the vanished projectiles.
The nebula lighted up with exploding flashes of distant energies... but they were not from any quantum detonation.
''No target lock, Captain. Manual firing may have missed...''
Then, several glows lighted the deep, right before them where the ominious dark form had risen. Four globs of bluish light almost diffused by the colors of the swirling waves of glittering dust lighted brutally the darker depths.
''...Torpedoes! Incoming!'' shouted the man at tactical. ''Shields inoperative!''
''Evasive! Brace for impact!'' barked the captain, gripping her chair with whitened hands.
One after the other, the four energy globes blasted against the unshielded but thickly armored hull of the flattened form of the warship, rocking it brutally with pieces of armoring and hull exploding around her, sparks and flames like tears of metal and drops of fiery blood bleeding out of almost every point of its very compact form.
''Return fire!'' shouted the woman amidst cries of help and roars of rage from bow to stern, even as she shakily picked herself back up and into her command chair while her officers did the same at their own stations, all, like her, disheveled, bruised and bloody, half burned fingers trembling over sparking, fuming controls.
Like an angry, wounded animal, the small battleship spewed out salvos after salvos of pulsating energies from her cannons, trying to aim at the long dark shape dwarfing it as it rose out of the waves, right from underneath; closer and closer, larger and larger...
Without stopping, the long, immense shadow rose and struck right at the belly of the diminutive starship like a shark coming up at its helplessly floating prey. The impact tore the battered, damaged, unprotected warship apart instantly like an egg, sending a shower of scrap and plasma in all directions like so much burned shreds of ripped flesh and burning blood.
The massive dark form once more disappeared into the wavery depths of the nebula, leaving in its wake the dispersing remains of the USS Milton.
And for a long moment, the nebula shivered as if the great, savage roar of a monstrous beast followed the ominious shadow plunging back into the depths.
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