“Capt. Williams to portside command post STAT”
The automatic door to command post 5 opened briskly as a tall, well-built man entered the room.
“This better be important if you are taking me away from my anniversary dinner.” Capt. Williams called sternly.
“It is sir.” replied First Lieutenant Michaels “Enemy ships approaching less than 5 clicks away.”
Capt. Williams took the command seat. “Prepare ship for battle. Shields up, lasers locked and loaded, eyes on the prize. I want to return to my dinner within the hour.”
As the ship inched closer to the enemy, a video message appeared on the monitor. “This is Commander Rey of the SS Falcon. Turn around now or face the consequences.”
“You are not in a position to be making such threats Falcon. This is a Federation ship. We have access to all fly-zones.” Williams replied
“The Falcon does not take kindly to Federation starships.”
Williams smirked, “Of course you don’t. You make my decision very easy.” He locked eyes with Michaels. “Take them down.”