((Derganix, Department of Healing))

Dr. Lt. Pretty Lady had been on the ground for less then half an hour, but she had briefed the Dergan senior medical staff on her treatment plan for withdrawal epidemic that had brought the Dergan society to a standstill. She had brought three different medications with her, one do deal with acute levels of ingestion, one that would help with cessation/withdrawals, and another anti-depressant that could be used if needed on a case by case basis.

She was just about to call her 3 medical teams that were in the main hospitals of the 3 largest metropolitan areas on Derganix when a call came in from the Captain.

“Doctor, we have an emergency situation, the ships been attacked by the Ferengi, uh, the ships powerless and going to crash, somewhere near the Dergan capital. I need you to, uh, inform the Dergans and try to evacuate the area where we are coming down.” Tyler said, as a commotion could be heard in the background of the now crippled ship.

“Sir there’s 900 million fucking pigs on this planet sir.” There’s was a few Dergans within earshot as she said but she didn’t think twice about it. Despite what she said she was already zooming to the director office.

“I know doctor, but there’s no time, we’ll probably enter the upper atmosphere in the next few minutes and the ship will be crashing in the next 10. Do what you can doctor! Blythe out.” Tyler finished and closed the comm channel, as he had an evacuation of his own to oversee.

Lady was able to have the Secretary of Healing call the Defense Secretary and the Launch Director. Eventually they were able to activate the old ‘Orbital raid siren’ from the Formican War a half century before. They gave the population about 5 minutes of warning. But with how low the Blythes was, there wasn’t time to do much else.

Still millions of Dergans flooded into the street and were subject a dazzling show of a growing, glowing, fireball falling straight down towards the northern outskirts of the capital. The vessel wasn’t quite falling at terminal velocity due to the saucer section catching the air resistance and causing the ship to flutter and pitch and yaw slightly as a broader maple leaf would as it fell to ground from a tree.

In this case, it was a massive flaming leaf though.

((Slivin, Bridge))

As the B’rel class ships zoomed past the Duwallan sun at full impulse their sensors gained better resolution on the Blythe and its rapidly decaying orbit around Derganix.

“Report?” Kerak barked.

“The Blythes orbit is decaying rapidly sir, I am seeing signs of various smaller craft launching from it too sir.” Mereg reported from the Tactical console.

“Uncle, we won’t make it in time! At full impulse we’ll arrive a full 3 minutes after the Blythe crashed…sir.” Bamet added.

Kerak thought to himself for a few seconds.

“Warp 2, then bring us out of warp, 10 million kelicams short of the planet. bIyaj’a(do you understand) Bamet?“ Kerak shouted.

“Cha’vey Captain.” Bamet steadied herself and locked in the course directly towards Derganix and engaged the warp drive for exactly 3.14 seconds, dropping the ship out of warp 9.5 million kelicams from the planet. Inter-system use of warp drives was dangerous at the best of times, in this case Bamet had to account for the gravity well of the nearby sun and the planet they would be flying straight towards. She had only performed thenmanuever once before, at the Academy, in a simulation.

“Prepare tractor beams! Decloak the ship, shields up!” Kerak ordered. He checked his armrest console. It would be close.

“How long until you can get a lock with the tractor Mereg?”

“Ergh. 20 seconds sir.” He replied.

“Maintain full impulse Bamet, pull up on my order!”

“Yes sir.”

As they watched the last shuttle launching from the rear of the Blythe it swerved to avoid colliding with the BoP. In front of them the blazing hot hulk of the Blythe was barreling down towards the very edge of the Capital District, lined up to crash into a large park with several apartment buildings on 3 sides. Flames spewed off of the hulls of both vessels as they careened through the atmosphere.

“Mereg!”

“Got it!” The XO shouted as he activated the tractor beam.

“Pull up, full reverse thrust!” Kerak shouted.

“Cha’vey.” Kerak’s niece punched in the commands and then braced herself, hoping she hadn’t miscalculated, in which case they’d plow into the planet just like the Blythe.

The tractor engaged when the Blythe was just 150 feet above the surface of the planet, the inertial momentum kept the Blythe and Slivin moving towards the surface until the Blythe finally stopped, hovering about 45 feet above the surface. One of the Apartment blocks actually sat in between the Blythe’s nacelles.

Just then the starboard power coupling on the B’rel class ships bit the bucket and overloaded itself. The tractor sputtered and gave out and released the Blythe. It fell straight down the last 45 feet and landed on its nacelles as if it was a skier. Being so front heavy the ship then very quickly rolled forward and buried the nose of its saucer section into a large field in the park adjacent to the project housing.

An old Dergan lady who was completely strung out on Cabbage, who had disregarded the air raid sirens and loudspeaker announcements to evacuate the area, trotted out on her back porch, and yelled up at the still hissing and sparking ship.

“Hey, fuckwad, you can’t park your spaceship there! Jag off.” The old lady added a vulgar gesture with her hoof and thumb before walking back into her apartment and slamming the door.