EPISODE CC - HARVEY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF DOOKIE
Lt. Scott stumbled onto the bridge breathlessly. "Sir", he managed, struggling to catch his wind, "Mr. Jeffy says we may be able to get the ship working again, but we're
going to need a power surge to get the generator started."
Reed sighed heavily. "And how do you suggest we do that, Lieutenant? Rub balloons on our heads?"
Number Two smirked. "If that's what it takes, Commander", he countered hotly, "then we'd better get started."
Jeffy came trudging through the door nearly exhausted, cutting off the commander's bitter rebuttal. "No...time...for...arguing...", he croaked, "must...get...power!"
"But how much power, Mr. Jeffy", Reed asked peevishly.
"Well", Jeffy replied, breathing more easily, "we're going to need a massive influx to the generator core to create a base field for the power generation."
"In people talk, Mr. Jeffy", Reed suggested irritably.
"Something on the line of a proton burst or a mnemonic surge."
"What if we were to by-pass the safe guards and leech the energy directly from the emergency power conduits?", Schultz offered as he strolled casually onto the bridge.
"It's possible", Jeffy acknowledged, "but by the time we had everything prepared, the emergency back ups would be drained."
"That is unfortunate", the science officer observed blandly. "Oh well, I guess it's time to admit defeat", he added taking his seat at his nonfunctional diagnostics system.
"Maybe you're right", Jeffy muttered dejectedly, shaking his head forlornly. "Why couldn't we be attacked by the Wyzenhymers now?"
Reed placed his hand on the engineering officer's shoulder affectionately. "I know what you mean, Jeffy. It would be a better fate to go out in a blaze of glory than to sit here and rot in the depths
of space."
"No", Jeffy remarked, "I mean we could absorb the power from the energy fields that would be created by their weaponry. Hell, a direct hit would light us up like a Christmas tree."
"Oh, no!", VanTedly shouted, having just stepped into the room and hearing only the end of Jeffy's statement. "Not again", he cried as he fled from the room.
"What's with him?", Reed asked with alarm.
"He has a certain aversion to that particular holiday, Commander", Schultz informed him wryly.
Reed, confused, returned his attention to the engineering officer. "Are you saying that getting blasted would be a good thing?"
"Yes, Commander. We would be able to utilize the energy to power up our generator", Jeffy explained ponderously, in hopes of penetrating the thick, muccal barrier surrounding Reed's keen intellect.
"Then I have an idea", the commander said with a triumphant grin. "Full power to communications, Mr. Schultz."
"But sir", the science officer stammered, "that will diminish our life support reserves!"
"Then that's a chance we'll have to take!", Reed barked. "Now get those communications up!"
Schultz did as ordered, though with misgivings.
"Escort to Krashaki", Reed said, toggling the transmit button. Static burst over the speakers, followed by the pilot's voice.
"Go Escort."
"Are your weapons armed?"
"You mean this thing has weapons?!?"
Reed grimaced. "Affirmative, Lieutenant. Get them warmed up and prepare to fire on the Escort."
"Is that allowed?"
"I'm authorizing it", Reed replied.
"Cool", Krashaki responded. "Just say when and where."
"Roger", Reed said, "Escort out."
He turned his penetrating gaze on the engineering officer. "This had better work."
