Star date 20093.13
There Joe sat quietly on the bridge of the ship. His chair made of linen, and his desk made of the finest Chinese plastic. Joe diligently gazes upon the main display awaiting the first sign of the reported enemy ships. The tension is thick as he knows that there are war birds around and can uncloak at any moment and beleaguer his vessel with an array of weaponry.
Joe glances down at the lower right of the display...5:01PM, he thinks to himself "alright I am off the clock".
As Joe gets up to leave..."JOE" a fellow crew member yells out.
13 vessels uncloak themselves surrounding the ship and begin charging up.
The lights flicker, sparks fly, and the sound is horrendously deafening as they begin to pummel the ship. Most the crew had already left...Joe knew what he had to do. He ran around the entire ship fixing the damage being leveled against him. He put duct tape on the main engine, and chewing gum to patch the hull cracks. The melee had drug on for what seemed like days...when out of the blue it appeared that Joe's resourcefulness was too much for the attackers to handle. They ran out of ammunition, and Joe still had 3 rolls of tape left. Seeing that they were out matched they flew off for another day.
Congratulations Joe! Had you operated in normal ship flying hours...well let us just be thankful that you didn't.
