Stop blowing holes in my ship!

Posted on Sat May 22nd, 2021 @ 12:56am by Lieutenant Commander Grexx

Mission: The Undiscovered Starbase
Location: Stabase 10
Timeline: Current

ON:

{Starbase 10, Level 34, Jil'Dor's Fine Seafood}

::Lt.Cmdr. Grexx sits alone at a table with a large array of exotic seafood dishes in front of him and a large napkin tied around his neck::


Grexx: "Now, let's see here. Klingon mollusk, Bajoran ice oysters, Earth king crab legs. Excuse me, miss. ::An Andorian waitress stopped and looked:: "I think I am missing an order of Romulan mollusks."


Waitress: "Yes, sir. I'll go check."


::Grexx picked up an ice oyster, put it to his lips and gulped it down. Grexx caught sight of the waitress coming back with his mollusks. He continued eating::


Waitress: "Here you go Commander." ::She looks around for a place to set them down::


Grexx: "Don't worry, I'll just finish these off." ::Grexx grabs the last two oysters, one in each hand and slurps them down::


::As the waitress went to swap out the plates, the lights dimmed in the restaurant and yellow lights began to flash::


Grexx: "What is this then? How do you have a Yellow Alert in a Starbase?"


::Grexx stood up and walked past the waitress to the large viewports. Jil"Dor's had one of the best views on the station and surveyed the scene::


::There were five Ferengi ships, and a Galaxy class starship. The Galaxy class was launching multiple spreads of torpedoes at the Ferengi ships::


Grexx: "Hey, Ensign what do you suppose is going on here?"


Ensign: "Um, I have no idea, sir. Sir, are are those torpedoes doing?"


Grexx: ::Watched in sheer disbelief as the torpedoes arced around and began slamming into the massive Galaxy class:: "If I had to guess, I would say whoever is at the Tactical station has no clue what they are doing. I would hate to be the Chief Engineer on that ship."


::A second spread of torpedoes had found their mark...on their own ship""


Grexx: "Do you have any idea what ship that is, Ensign?"


Ensign: "I think it's the USS Albion, sir."


Grexx: ::chuckles:: "Boy, what a bunch of knuckleheads. Wait, did you say Albion!? That's my ship! Or, well, will be!" ::Grexx could feel a cold knot forming in his lower bowels::


::The Ensign just looked confused, and a little sorry for him::


Grexx: ::Slapping his palm against the transparent aluminum view port:: Stop blowing holes in my ship!"


OFF:

Hi everyone, glad to be here. This is my first script style post, in like, two decades, so please point out my mistakes.

Lt.Cmdr. Grexx
CEO
USS Albion
NCC-3020