Lt j.g. Tyvek had been given permission to assist in the recovery of the freighter and its crew. And in order to do this he was going to have to recruit a crew to man and pilot a runabout. Limited by its size he would only be allowed to have a crew of two.
As he was new to the base he had not had the chance to make friends and knew only a handful of alpha shift. But he did know Gunney, and would start with him.
"Gunney I need a favor."
"Aye, Lieutenant. What's up?" replied the Gunnery Sergeant.
"Our search and rescue ships are all on other assignments. There's a situation in the Briar Patch involving a freighter and a Breen ship. We are going there to recover the freighter crew," replied the Vulcan.
"I'm game, sir. Shall I contact Corporal Smith?" asked Gunney.
"That shall be appropriate. We leave in thirty minutes," replied Tyvek.
The Breen had attacked the freighter with force but had not killed the crew, yet. Saitek lay helpless on the deck as a heavily attired Breen entered the bridge. Jabbering in an unknown tongue more of the Breen entered and took up positions at the helm and tactical stations.
Almost immediately one of the Breen began tampering with the climate controls of the old freighter and before they knew it the room was as cold as a slaughter house. Not exactly good for a Vulcan with Bendii Syndrome.
Soon the freighter was on approach to rendezvous with the Breen warship. The Klingon female attempted to nurse a cut over Saitek's eye.
"I was able to get a message back to StarFleet, before they took the ship," she reassured.
"We're not finished yet," joked the old Vulcan. He then stood up.
"I say, what are your intentions for my craft?" Saitek asked.
The Breen did not answer him and continued to speak in his native tongue to the navigator.
"They do not appear to have manners," Saitek jested.
As he continued to patronize the Breen he suddenly stopped as two more Breen ships decloaked, meters from the freighter.
"Something big is brewing," Saitek told the woman.
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