Shot At By A Story

[WxMurray 0]

“What’s going on?”

 

“Bad things.”

 

Murray grimaced as he said this. Then again, when were things not bad? They’re rebelling against the United Federation of Planets. They’d lost the shipyards at Organia; their ships was falling apart. They’d have better luck making repairs with LEGOs. This life was full of bad things.

 

So what was bad now? Oh, yes, mysterious magic ships. They pop out of nothingness, open fire on the fighters, and pop back into nothingness. Great. That’s all they needed. You can’t fight what you can’t see.

 

Someone had mentioned the Breen. The Breen? There had been so little contact with them in the past that some people, Murray included, had thought them completely mythical. They couldn’t exist, could they? There was no one that knew someone that knew someone else that had any evidence that they existed. They were just a myth, a story parents told their children.

 

Stories told that no one had ever seen the Breen. No one knew what they looked like. Others said that their planet was colder than Andoria. And still others declared that the Breen were invincible, that it was impossible to spill Breen blood.

 

Murray didn’t believe any of the stories and didn’t really see how anyone in his or her right mind could. In four years at Starfleet Academy they had never been mentioned once. As far as he was concerned they did not exist. There was another explanation; there had to be.

 

Unfortunately, he knew that the General was likely going to call on him to find that explaination, no matter who it was.

 

“Panofsky, get to work on trying to find a way to keep a weapons lock on them. I’m going back to the bridge.”