"Captain! Alien wessel-I mean vessel- two points off the starboard bow! They looks to be pirates, mateys!" Sulu shrieks.
"oh, here we go again", mutters McCoy.
Kirk: "open hailing frequencies."
Uhura:" Avast there, ye scurrvy scum! Make a signal or we'll give ye a broadside from yon trusty Phaser banks! Then we'll swing aboard with transporters, with phasers clutched in our teeth, and send ye all to Davy Jones's Locker!"
Sulu; "Oh, my," (wriggles in his seat)
"Not exactly what I had in mind", kirk mutters between clenched teeth.
Uhura: "Surrender your vessel, ye lily-livered scoundrels, and deliver the loot, or it's a taste of the cat we'll be givin' you, once we blow yer filthy scow to flinders!"
Sulu: "ooh, heavens to betsy, that'll fetch 'em", (fans face with hand)
Spock: "Battle stations, sir?" (takes a bite of Replicator steak tartare and washes it down with a pull from a bottle of Romulan ale)
Kirk: "Now this is an order! everyone"---------
What will be his order? Will anyone listen? Stay tuned, same trek-time, same trek-station, for the next installment.