It was nearing the last two days aboard the Deaths Head’s odyssey. All crews had the been finely tuned, only a few gunners had failed the first drill and as was custom had to be put through the wringer again. Speckles was on edge. And so he well should be!, thought Deciman. The wily Gotal was two points behind in their gentlemans bet of a nuddy run for failure to get 95% success in the drills they oversaw. Speckles roared over the comm, “Get that son of Gundark shield in the green or you’ll be floating back home”. The warning klaxon faded. Notwithstanding, the crew in port shield array were going to find out the hard way that it was unwise not to check a reflux valve before giving the all clear. It was Deciman’s enviable task to set booby trap after staged accident, getting the men prepped for emergency situations. It was Speckles job to contain the problem. Most of the crew knew that their bosses thought this was the best part of the trip, “Deciman the voyeur”, “Deciman the driller” and “For firefek sake Speckles”,were colorful colloquialisms . The captain smiled at the resoundind choas, Crews complain about hard work. They always do. These drills help everyone, otherwise you would get lazy and slip up. How many times we have to bang out on time or early? Never late boys, never late. What happens when we are late… we are dead! “Two and a half minutes boss” ,Speckles commented. The result raised an eyebrow from his captain. Only heavy breathing from the comm Crew’s was heard on the command bridge. Deciman smirked, “Better. I didn’t want to see your bony butt again anyhow”. Suddenly, all scopes went haywire while multiple vessels were wrenched out of hyperspace only 1 kilometer from the Deaths Head. Klaxons bellowed and sirens wailed, Deciman shouted to his stunned crew and looked at his Gotal counterpart, his face ashened. ”Good one Speckles”, the captain wavered in panicked jest. The Gotal spun and shouted an order into the comm, “All shields up and all crew to their fighters, this is not a drill I repeat not a drill, everyone get into your positions ...We’ve been had”. Deciman, being a Zeltron could taste all the panicked pheromones from Speckles and his bridge crew. To the crews credit they fired up and got ready to evade the authorities once again. The Gotal roared, “Fire up the turbo lasers and plot as an escape vector. Now!” Deciman eyed his old flame, the strtling blonde bombshell Sonia and whispered in quiet reverence, “Might want to relay to the landing crew that c16a wire had been incapacitated ,tell them to get a man to flip the circuit breaker again and undo the knot I tied into the coolant line and”, he squinted at the screen,” Show me the ships!”. Sonia ordered it without fuss; she became the nightmare Deciman so trusted. The Zeltron captain lit up a cigar and puffed on it creating a smoky haze to hide his own nerves. “Send word to base that we have run into difficulty and to prepare to repel enemies.” Sonia, his old admirer cooly announced,“Negative sir, we are being jammed to all outside broadcasts; we have all internal communication in the green”. Deciman swore and for the first time looked at the screen that illuminated the vessels up close. Seven jet black type interceptors, sleek and studded with weapons of about gunship size. Behind them was one massive cruiser. Paltry ,he kidded to himself, These aren’t any Empire or Republic types I have ever encountered. And then it struck him like a womprat being bisected by a swoop “Oh no ,Chiss”, he let slip. That left the room a veritable cesspit of pheromones.