[ WP ] `` Attention , unidentified vessel . This sector has been placed under Priority One Quarantine . Your presence in this space constitutes a violation of galactic law , and you are hereby ordered to heave to prepare to be boarded . Failure to comply will be treated as an act of aggression . ''

`` Attention, unidentified vessel. This sector has been placed under Priority One Quarantine. Your presence in this space constitutes a violation of galactic law, and you are hereby ordered to prepare to be boarded. Failure to comply will be treated as an act of aggression ” 
 
 
 “ Ah, fucking merde. ” 
 
 
 Caption McCoy tossed the manhandled paperback he ’ d been reading onto the table and stood. The SmartScreen of his cockpit pulsed a dull red, displaying a plethora of unnerving data to the old captain and blaring out the federal warning signal he ’ d come in range of. 
 
 
 “ Bess! ” He nearly spat his cigar out when he called for second command and leaned over the control panel. He brought up his coordinates, though he already had an inkling of where they ’ d managed to drift into. “ Perfect. ” He said in a mutter and slammed his fist over the intercom button. 
 
 
 “ Bess! ” He snarled again into his dusty microphone. He could hear his own voice echo back to him from the bowels of the ship. “ If you don ’ t haul your twiggy little arse up here now, I ’ ll let you sleep with the stars tonight. ” 
 
 
 The pounding of boots on metal could be hear as his prodige heeded the warning. McCoy slumped into his captain's chair and shoved off towards the left of the control panel. The signal continued to blare throughout the cockpit, and his own navigational tools let out various beeps and buzzing noises, their manual warnings being set off. 
 
 
 “ What ’ s happened? ” Bess slid into her chair on the opposite side of the control deck, slipping on her headset and pushing a mass of hair out of her eyes. 
 
 
 “ The fuzz, ” McCoy grunted taking a moment to ash his cigar. “ Fuckers cut us off. ” 
 
 
 “ Splendid. ” Bess sighed and reached forward to turn on her SmartScreen. “ If we get much closer they ’ ll disable our engines. ” 
 
 
 “ Don ’ t think I know that? ” McCoy quipped back to the girl. She didn ’ t even glance his way as she brought up the solar map. 
 
 
 “ The way I see it we ’ ve got two logical options. ” Bess pushed away from the control panel and turned her chair to face their communications sector. “ Either we let them dock or we try our best with communications and charm our way out of it. ” She glanced to McCoy with a cocked brow and round eyes. 
 
 
 “ Well, Missy, ” McCoy answered with a snort of laughter. “ No way in hell we ’ re having those space martial scum on this ship, not with all the cargo we ’ ve got. And there ’ s certainly no way I ’ m going to let some snub nosed dog fucker get me to beg. ” 
 
 
 Bess, with a sigh, glided back to her station. 
 “ Right, then. ” She said. “ I ’ ll fire up the engines. ” 
 
 
 “ Good girl, ” McCoy laughed and took a long drag. “ Lovely morning for a stroll! ”
