Tabor Nansk

[Tabor Nansk 0]

As Tabor maintained position with his fighter group around the Reaent, which now looked like a large, ungainly asteroid (and his own fighter more like a small, ungainly asteroid), he couldn’t get an old, Bajoran children’s song out of his head: “I’m a little teapot, short and stout…”

 

 

It wasn’t that he was a pessimistic sort by nature. He just felt rather foolish sitting up here with his spout literally hanging out. Or on the line. Or somewhere where he was quite likely to lose it. The Romulans weren’t going to fall for this. Celestial bodies don’t suddenly appear out of nowhere. Even an amateur astronomer would have spotted a rouge cluster approaching their system years before. And if it’s one thing he did know about the Romulans – or at least gave them due credit for not being – they weren’t amateurs.

 

 

But he wasn’t in command. And despite his best arguments and pleas to the contrary, the decision had been made. So here he sat, hoping – but not expecting – this little group of “asteroids” could drift in and out of Romulan space unnoticed and unchallenged. Nope, not a snowflake’s chance on Cardassia.