"Are you CRAZY!?!?" I screamed, attempting to drown out the rowdy desert madness all around us, between the returned gunfire, and scathing, hurled violent threats, the breakneck wind resistance of the newly commandeered Starfleet Hover Speeder as Khan plowed through yet another sand dune, complete with a team of outpost operatives in hot pursuit. Literally. It had to be a thousand degrees. Maybe that was what was clearly frying my normally well balanced Captain's brain! "I can't! A rapid fire LR2000 was hard ENOUGH for me to handle in ideal, calm conditions, much less this screeching sway of a desert romp!!!!" I yelled back in protest, ducking as a shot flew just over my head, almost knocking me into my crazed driver.
"It's called on the job training, Cadet!!!" He yelled back, tossing me some infrared resistant googles. "Aim for the crystallized accelerator on the engines. DAMN IT!!!!" He snarled as a pistol shot struck our thankfully bullet resistant windshield. God love Starfleet for