Stinging Fury

[Cptn Corizon 0]

It was not a view that many on board the Excalibur wished the Scorpiad commander, Gheeh’ka to have had. On the view portal of the bridge, the Excalibur raced towards a lone Scorpiad fighter. Adjusting his weight upon the Command Dais of the bridge of the G’Jak-class battlecruiser Stinging Frry, he flitted several eyes towards the operations officer, a Trog. The strong, hardy sub-species provided the back bone of the Scorpiad Navy. As an Androcot, Gheeh’ka was placed above him in the social way of things, but he’d learned a deal of respect for the Trogs over the years.

 

“How long until we can intercept the Fighter?”

 

The operations officer manipulated a control on a dimly lit consol. “Not before the Federation vessel does.”

 

“Bring us into normal space, but remained cloaked. I do not want to give our advantage away,” the straw-yellow Scorpiad commanded, obviously irritated. Turning to a small alcove nestled below the Dais, he looked towards the officers, “Stand by to launch a fighter ball, prepare all weapons. The fighter must survive.”

 

Behind him the sharp voice of his infantry and strike commander chimed in. “Shall I prepare a boarding team?”

 

Rotating himself, the tall, slender Leiri loomed. “That would be prudent,” Gheeh’ka said after some thought. “Perhaps these Federation types deserve a closer study?”

 

“I am sure General Tan’Krrkk would think so,” the fierce looking Scorpiad said closing his razor sharp claws a few times. “I’ll try and keep a few alive for them.”

 

From the alcove, one of the officers chirped, “We’ll be with in range soon, no sign we’ve been detected.”

 

“Excellent,” Gheeh’ka motioned with a dismissal to the Leiri before returning to face the view portal and the alcove. “All hands to battle stations.”