“Fire missiles! Dump everything!” Thirty-two nuclear-tipped Krait missiles erupt from my flight of four fighters, against an enormous Turusch warship constructed from a 900-kilometer dwarf planet. “Now hard one-eighty, and zorch it!” “Bridge to Captain Kanril.” “Frak. Computer, pause program.” The behemoth and the array of detonations freeze in place on my screen. “Kanril.” “We’re two minutes out from Deep Space 9.” I pick myself up and walk to the arch, and the door slides open. I walk to the turbolift across the corridor and say, “Bridge.” “How big of a bill can we expect from DS9 security?”