"169" DRABBLE, CPSG CHALLENGE No 56
"Sooner or later everyone comes in Paris"
The Sodomite Maneuver
"Weíve run out of options. They wonít let us past."
Janeway looked glumly at the huge battleship dominating the viewscreen.
"If we follow the course theyíve ordered itíll take months to cross the nebula instead of two weeks. Weíre low on energy already. We just donít have anything that they want to trade for, except our technology, and thatís out of the question." She sighed
"Oh I donít know, Captain, thereís always our secret last hope." Chakotay whispered softly
"A starshipís last defense against undefeatable odds" he intoned solemnly.
"The Corbonite Maneuver?" Kathryn queried
"No, actually I was thinking about Tomís ass." He smirked
"OOOOH" she said eyeing the blond pilot speculatively, a smile playing on her lips
"Itís never failed us before!" Chakotay reminded her softly.
"Mr. Paris, please come to my ready room" She snapped in sudden decision.
Tom swiveled in his chair, his blue eyes meeting hers in confusion before understanding dawned and a wide cocky grin stretched his face.
"YES MAíAM" he drawled happily.