The Chief of Security for the Supply Base took out the earpiece he always wore. It allowed him to quietly monitor all Station Comm Traffic.
"Tell the Commander I'm on it," Nevar said to a surprised Le'Chell. And with that, the young Bajorian officer reached behind and picked up both a Model IX Phaser rifle and a small breather facemask and headed briskly out the cargo bay door.
Fed up with Nevar's attitude and having had him walk out on her one to many times, the attractive Trill officer gave chase. Quickly catching up to Nevar, furious with the way he always treated her as insignificant, she forcefully grabbed him by the shoulder. After doing so, she realised that it had been a mistake.
Nevar was obviously hyper focused, she had read about his ability to multitask, and had read that the result was often an intensity similar to Klingon Bloodlust. She braced herself for what might come next, but instead of using some Bajorian Judo Flip or screaming, all Nevar did was stop in his tracks and slowly look backover his shoulder at her.
His eyes were hollow and intense at the same time. A chill went down Le'Chell's spine and for a moment she felt her spots tingle.
"Listen, the Commander sent me down here to find you. What am I supposed to tell him?" she said in a soft comforting, yet excited, manner. A manner that Pol had always liked.
Handing her his Comm badge Nevar spoke. He voice was calm and confident. "Tell him to go ahead with any plan he wants." Ending the conversation there, Nevar once again headed down the corridor.
"But where are you going to be?"
"Torpedo room 6"
"You're going to fire a live torpedo at the Hood?"
"Something like that" was the only reply his voice trailing as he faded into the distance.
Turning on her heels Nugent headed back to the bidge to the give her commanding officer the message. ERRRRRGG!!! Why do I always let that man get to me so?
Nevar had finished loading the torpedo into tube 3. It wasn't a live photon torpedo, just a shell. Empty torpedos were often used for target practice, it had the casing like a photon torpedo but no components inside.
"Computer, lock onto to the USS Hood. Deck 10, section forward."
[Target locked.]
"Computer, set auto timer for 30 seconds"
[Auto is set.]
Nevar checked his gear for the final time. He placed the personal breather over his mouth and nose, and slung the modified phaser rifle over his shoulder. He would have like to bring along his Bat'leth but there wasn't time to go and get it. He would have to settle for the Bajorian Hunting knife, which he had affixed to the barrel of the phaser rifle, bayonet style.
[15 seconds to auto launch.]
After the equipment check, Nevar crawled into the torpedo tube and closed the casing on top of him. It was a tight fight inside the pitch black interior of the torpedo.
[5 seconds to auto launch.]
So this is what the inside a coffin feels like.
And with that thought, the young bajorian, survivor of countless battles, was launched at the Hood.