From:		Gooseman
Date:		03 November 1995 14:42
To:		U.S.S. Lafayette (BBS)
Subject:		RE: Onboard Klingon Vessel

<Lt. Tarak, On board Klingon Vessel>

Four min. thirty seconds.  I'll start now to buy Hairgraive a few more minutes.  This looks like a good place any way.  If I remember my Klingon correctly this panel says WEAPON SYSTEMS.  Tarak grabs the wires connected to the panel and gives it a good yank.  The wires rip out of there sockets.  There are hundreds of wires there, they'll never get that fixed in time.

Crawling up the tube as fast as he can he starts grabbing at wires randomly.  At the five min. mark the lights go out.  He's in pitch dark now.

He reach's out with his 6th sense.  Good nowone near yet.  He feels his way up the tube farther.  Whats this ...

Tarak is now very close to the bridge.   There is no way for him to get to the bridge but he can read the thoughts of the bridge crew.

"... have only emergency lighting.  Communications are down.  And back-up systems are not responding."

"Those cowards.  They do not even fight fair."

Fight fair, Tarak thinks to himself.

"We are decloaking!!!  Prepare to fire all weapons!!!!"

Tarak feels around the wall.  There must be more damage he can do.  His hand inadvertantly slips into an open panel.  Some of the isolinier chips are already missing,  mass amounts of power course through my body.  I'm grounded to the metal floor.  To much power can't get my hand out.  The power shuts itself off.  Tarak crumples to the floor.

The good thing is the entire Klingon ship shut down (atleast untill they rerought power or do repairs).  The bad thing is Tarak is Dead.  With his last thought he telepathically screems "Help!!!"