[SCENE:  On the bridge of the New Republic cruiser Nebulon, in the Coruscant system.  Captain Anakin Madine watches on their viewscreen as ISS Titanic  of the Fourth Intergalactic Realm™ finishes rigging its tractor beam and towing ISS Phoenix  out of the system towards home.  On Madine’s face, a smug smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.]
CAPT. MADINE:  Did you make sure and plant the bomb so that they’ll not find it, Lieutenant?
LIEUTENANT:  Yes, sir.  It will take an extremely sophisticated sensor sweep for them to even catch a trace of it.  Fortunately, their sensors don’t appear to be as good as ours.
CAPT. MADINE:  And the charge will go off once they enter hyperspace, correct?
LIEUTENANT:  Yes, sir.  It’s set to go at lightspeed, and it’ll take both ships out on detonation.
CAPT. MADINE:  Very good, Lieutenant.  Carry on.
[Cut to the bridge of ISS Titanic.  Lord Darth Venomous appears lost in thought while receiving reports from the senior staff on ISS Phoenix.]
KORRIOTH:  Bulkheads sealed off around the various hull breaches, m’Lord.
VENOMOUS:  Mm-hm.
OZY MCCOOL:  Warp drive restored, Admiral, but don’t ask her to do Picard Manuevers just yet.  Structural integrity fields in place, but not by much.
VENOMOUS:  Mmm.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Tractor beam stable, m’liege.  We can go to warp anytime.
[This last report seems to snap Venomous out of his reverie – at least, just a bit.]
VENOMOUS:  Oh, uh, thank you, gentlemen.  Captain, continue to monitor ship’s status while we’re towing.  Ozy, get a repair schedule written up for Phoenix  and posted within the next 72 hours.
OZY MCCOOL:  Aye, sir.
VENOMOUS:  K’ha, half-impulse until…hmmmmmmm…until…
K’HADIBAK’H (quizically):  Sir…?
[His Rudeness now clearly has a disconcerted look on his face.  The eyes are glowing solid purple.]
VENOMOUS:  …until further notice.  Carry out your orders, Lieutenant.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Yes, m’lord!
KORRIOTH:  Admiral…?
VENOMOUS:  Something doesn’t feel right, Kor.  I can’t quite place it, but something’s definitely wrong.
KORRIOTH:  Right – we’ve got a bird-of-prey blown halfway to Gre’thor.
VENOMOUS:  No – it’s more than that.  Much more.  Captain, I want a Level 1 pinpoint scan done on Phoenix  – every nook, cranny and bulkhead, inside and out.  Get on it.
KORRIOTH:  Admiral, that will take days.  Maybe even weeks.
VENOMOUS:  Well, then – seeing as we’re on half-impulse, I imagine you have plenty of time.  That’s an order, Captain.
KORRIOTH:  (sigh) Yes, m’lord.
[SCENE:  ISS Titanic, main bridge, six days later.]
VENOMOUS:  Report, Captain.
KORRIOTH:  Phoenix  is clean, Admiral.  No unusual readings or anomalies.
[Venomous seems to accept this.  However, his visage is still one of intense consternation, and has been ever since he gave the order for the Level 1 scan.  At long last, his countenance clears, and he makes a decision.]
VENOMOUS:  Helm, disengage tractor beam.  Drop ship.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Sir…?!
VENOMOUS:  Now, Lieutenant.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Aye, sir.  (touches controls)  Phoenix  released and is moving on her own momentum now.
VENOMOUS:  Move Titanic  to one side and get out of her way, K’hadibak’h.  Korrioth, tie into her main computer and gain access to her helm.
KORRIOTH:  Admiral, what—
VENOMOUS:  Do it, Captain.
KORRIOTH:  Aye, sir.  [He sets to work.]
VENOMOUS:  And while you’re at it, bring her engines out of standby and get them on-line.
KORRIOTH:  Yes, m’lord.  [He works quickly, then turns back to the Admiral.]  Ready.
VENOMOUS:  Captain, send Phoenix  ahead, warp factor two.
KORRIOTH:  Warp factor two, Mr. K’hadibak’h.
[K’ha touches the appropriate controls.  On the viewscreen, Phoenix  elongates, then disappears as the ship shoots into warp.
No sooner does the ship disappear into the familiar flash of light than another, brigher light fills the viewscreen from the massive explosion dead ahead.  Even though Phoenix  was well ahead of Titanic  when it exploded, the shock wave from the blast sends the great dreadnaught reeling more than just a bit.
After the inertial dampeners kick in and settle the ship down, Venomous looks at Korrioth.]
VENOMOUS:  Well, well, well.  What do you make of that, Captain?
KORRIOTH (rubbing chin):  Most curious.  It would appear that someone out there doesn’t like us.
VENOMOUS (nodding thoughtfully):  Mmmm, yes.  So it would seem.  (turning to K’hadibak’h)  Reverse course, helm.  Take us back to Coruscant, warp two.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Warp two, aye.
VENOMOUS:  Mr. Korrioth, sound battle stations and charge primary weapons.  Someone’s got a lotta ‘splainin to do.
KORRIOTH (wearing a wolfish grin):  With pleasure, Admiral.
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Denizens, the work machine’s gone belly-up again.
Last year, we converted the Big Box™ from SCSI to SATA.  Time to repeat the process on the work machine.
Posting may or may not occur, depending on whether or not I can persuade the Vicar to post his sermon notes online for a bit.  Watch this space.