Portar, the Benzite scientist, emerged from the turbo lift. He quickly walked around the bridge looking over the shoulders of the on duty crewmen as he evaluated each of their efforts. He passed in front of Captain Dorra d’Hexplora before taking a seat beside her. He leaned towards her and said, “The experiment is ready. It’s time to begin, Captain. May we proceed?”
Dozens of Prowlers circled the alien shuttle on the holographic display. Molayne clasped his hands behind his back, when the communications officer announced that the vessel was transmitting a surrender message. He rocked from heel to toe and back again as a grin beamed from his face. He turned on his heels and stepped away from the holographic display. He approached the center of the command center and paused a moment. He straightened his uniform, and passed a hand over his balding scalp before he nodded to the communications officer.
The visual channel opened on a cube that hung from the ceiling a few metras away and displayed Dorra seated with her eyes closed. Slowly, they opened and the pained look in here eye told Molayne exactly what he need to know – he had her.
“Alien vessel, we accept your surrender. Our prowlers will escort you to within range of this command carrier’s docking web,” Molyane stated matter of factly. “If you attempt to escape, they have orders to destroy you immediately. You will be taken aboard and questioned; and your vessel will be impounded by Peacekeeper Command. If you fail to comply with any of our requests, the penalty may be severe. Do you understand the rights and privileges as they are defined by the Peacekeeper code.
Dorra wanted a chance to talk to these people, and it looked like she would get her chance. She didn’t like their terms, but she had little choice.
“Follow the lead vessels to the nearest docking bay and await instructions.” Molayne indicated for the channel to be closed. He returned to the table with the holographic display and watched the shuttle’s engines power up and started flying towards the command carrier at a quarter Hetch.
The prowler fighter ships swarmed all around them with their weapon systems powered up and ready to destroy the shuttle craft at the first sign of trouble. The prowler escort drew closer with their trophy. When it was within range of the command carrier, it extended its docking web and swallowed the tiny Federation vessel whole.