“Sir, shields down to 10%. Two of the warbirds are pursuing us into the wormhole.” By that time Lt. Cmdr. Forrester had managed to drag herself back to the ops station, but Tabora was still unconscious. “The wormhole seems to be interfering with our shields sir!” Chekov smiled. “That may just give us the upper hand. If our shields are down, I’m betting theirs are too. Lt. P’Trell, ready aft phasers.” Chekov raised a hand, and dropped it downwards in a sweeping motion. “Fire.” The commander stood up and turned to P’Trell. “Stand down Red Alert. Status report.”