"Sir! Torpedo Lock! God, there are dozens of them!" The tactical officer’s eyes stared wide at his display. This couldn’t be happening. "Where away, Ensign Farber?" Captain Jeffries’ dark penetrating eyes flashed urgency at the young officer. He should have announced torpedo location and trajectory without having to be told. Seconds counted.
"Thirty by minus 50, range 1-6-0 thousand, 10 thousand kps, sir." The radial coordinates and incoming velocity vector snapped out with trained precision. "A Ferengi vessel just came out of warp behind the torpedoes! Cripes, it must have been firing as it made the transition!"
"Hard over, Helm! Full impulse toward that bogey."
"Aye, aye, sir! Damn it!" Commander Langr clearly didn’t like that order but ...