"Engines full power! Maximum speed! Helm steer us straight at that ship!" Towns ordered.
"Captain!"
"Do it!"
"But Captain! Your clothes!"
Towns looked down and saw that he was totally naked. He took a deep breath and leaned forward in his bed. His pajamas and blankets were drenched in sweat.
"Captain to bridge. Status!" he asked.
"We crossed the border seven hours and forty minutes ago under cloak. We are on course to Kilgal Point. ETA three hours and twelves minutes. All sections reporting green and all sensors clear."
"No Xaytite destroyers huh?, Towns mumbled.
"Sir? The Xaytites are a hundred thousand light years in the other direction."
"Never mind Commander. Towns out".
"What a time to have a "naked on the bridge" nightmare", towns thought aloud. He chalked it up to the pressure of the assignment. Kilgal Point could be very dangerous if the intel was correct. If even a third of the ships purported to be there were actually there, the Sherlock Holmes might be detected by their enhanced sensor grid. There is no way she could fight her way out.
"Bridge to Captain."
"Go ahead Commander."
"Engineering is reporting a problem with the EMS refractor in the cloaking assembly. He says it might take only an hour to fix if we drop the cloak." said Muench.
"And if I don't want to become highly visible in the heart of Directive space Mister Muench? What then?"
"The entire cloaking system could fail and we may not be able to get it online outside of a starbase," He replied.
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