Drakador_Chaos Silverwind's face becomes a face of concern. He asks his first mate, Commander Steven Hawken, to come for a very important chat. They walk along a deserted corridor in the ship.
Silverwind: There is a fleet trying to enter our sector.
Hawken: I know, it was blaring on the loudspeaker system. Anything new?
Silverwind: Well, they are not allowing us to check their cargo.
Hawken: Wait, that's mandatory procedure, right?
Silverwind: Right, and they denied us. They are going to find another route if this becomes an issue, but I have a plan.
Hawken: And what's that?
Silverwind: We'll send a team to sneak on their ship and check it out.
There was a long pause between the two. Hawken's face became awe-struck.
Hawken: What?! You want us to put a boarding party on a private TMD ship, that is owned by the TATC? Just so we can check their stupid cargo holds?
Silverwind: Pretty much.
Hawken: Well, I like it. But, but if we are caught, don't blame me.
Silverwind: I won't. I will take full responsibility. Let's just hope it doesn't end up in a fight.
Hawken: So, what do we do first?
Silverwind: We distract them. Talk about some poilitical b.s. and keep their attention as long as we can.
Hawken: What about their sensors? Their escorts?
Silverwind: We can jam their radar and sensors, but we must do it for a short amount of time, as they will track the source of the jamming signal. For the escorts, we will have to distract them also.
Hawken: How?
Silverwind: Perhaps by showing them a form of entertainment. Like a movie.
Hawken: You serious right?
Silverwind: Yeah. Most of these species in the galaxy have never even seen or heard of Star Trek.
Hawken: Sure...whatever you say, cap'n. But who would be crazy enough to actually board it?
Admiral Silverwind gives Commander Hawken a reassuring smile.
Silverwind: I know some guys.