*a grizzled veteran is shown looking tense. Hundreds of Kilrathi are shown laboring to operate oar-looking things that lead into glowing racks on the walls while Dekker hammers out a beat on an ancient leather drum. Pan up through the fighter bay to an enclosed bubble at the top of the bridge, overlooking the entire ship, showing a modified Exeter class with an ornate spike mounted on the front end. Wilford strides up, wearing a plumed helmet and a flowing crimson cloak.*
"Ramming speed!!!"
*The Exeter's scoops close, the drum beat in the background quickens... a roar rises from the Kilrathi as their muscles strain under their unkempt coats. The bridge crew tenses as the Exeter rounds on her prey, a straggling, wounded Orca destroyer with much of her armor blown off. The drum beat quickens, the roar crescendoes... Wilford cries*
"Drop the shields and brace for impact!"
The horn crashes into, shatters, and then collapses the carapace of the Orca's aft armor, and matter spews from the edges of the hole into space as the spike is driven yet farther in. Something slimy spews out and spatters the dome, leaving a greasy smear. With a whine of machinery, the "wings" of the Exter swivel around and point forward, and the engines flare with new life as the ship attempts to extract itself.*
Continues welcome.