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USS Eagle, NCC 2185

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Title: Per Chance to Dream, Part Five
Stardate: 200603.07
Location: USS Eagle
Setting: CO's quarters

The alarm changed timbre again. It grew more urgently and suddenly he is at the helm/cockpit in a different craft...

Beep! Beep! Beep!
Hull breach in four minutes.
Shut down propulsion.
Initiating shutdown sequence...

"No!" the man yelled. His hands quickly hit all the overrides to keep the tiny craft moving, struggling in vain against a larger foe.

Then voice from somewhere outside the ship came over the comm speaker.

Voice> Give it to us now and we may let you live.

"Never. It blows with me. Call off the attack and maybe you can try and take it from me another time. Disengage the tract..  " he said with his few last breaths left cut short by a fit of coughing.

The man locked down the console ordering the small sleek craft to continue to try evasives, rotate and remodulate the shield frequencies to try and shake off the tractor beam and at all costs keep pulling against the tractor even though it meant the computer's grim projections of the hull breach would become reality.

Not wanting to risk the object falling into the wrong hands, he got up and  took it out of its protective container. He set it on the deck and pulled out his phaser.

He aimed and fired.

BZZZT! It quickly turned  into a hissing sparkling mess of molten goo.

~~There it was done,~~ he thought. The object that had been the source of so much desire and hate was reduced to a pure state from before it had become what it had become at the hands of so called sentient beings. Better it was destroyed that in the wrong hands. The mission was not a total success but at least it was not a total failure.

KRRRRAAAT! Another salvo hit the small ship. It shook violently as if in its last throws of death. The pilot fell and lost his balance. The phaser flew out of his hand and spun away on the deck. The ship began to yaw.

The man got up dazed and tried the last thing he had left.

Maybe just maybe he'd make it out alive and free.

But the ringing of the alarm kept getting louder and louder. Finally it grew so loud he could hear nothing else not even the final assault on the dying craft. Just ..

Beep! Beep! Beep!

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