Stardate 52013.6

Kalamarina marched to a turbolift.  Entering it she ordered it to Deck 
23, the location of the Interstellar Science Department containing 
Astrometrics, Stellar Cartography and Deflector Control.  The turbolift 
complied and began it's descent.  A rumble from inside the tube shook 
the turbolift and it stopped.

"Computer!  Report!" she howled.

"Turbolift inertial dampeners off line.  Emergency braking systems 
engaged." was the computer's reply.

"What deck am I on?"

"Turbolift is currently placed between decks 21 and 22."  It occured to 
Kalamarina that it was less than a half dozen meters to the bottom of 
the lift tube.  She pulled a small phaser out of her boot and blew a 
hole in the bottom of the lift.  Trusting her combination of strong 
genetics to protect her, she dropped down and sprained an ankle upon 
landing.  She merely grunted and entered her office and accessed her 
files when the intercom sounded,

"Syxx to Kalamarina.  We have a power drain and too much of the 
available power left is being routed to your deck.  We're trying a 
reroute but it's not responding.  Report!"

Barely thinking before she said it, she lied:  "The warp core's about to 
breach.  I'm trying to compensate with the deflector dish!"

"A breach?"

"You don't know?  The core's right behind you isn't it?"  Before 
Engineering could reply, she cut the com off.  If anyone found out about 
all her adjustments, she'd be finished in Starfleet.  She wasn't overly 
threatened by the uncanny ability of the Security Chief, but Engineering 
worried her.  'Well, I'll just give them something to worry about.'  
Typing quickly on her console, she accessed her personal database, 
activating the file named "Goodies".  When she had come aboard, she had 
stashed around the ship various pieces of technology that might come in 
handy.  Her site to site transporter was in her office replicator.  
Since Reman might want some of her stuff, she'd hidden some of it right 
under his lobes.  She'd smuggled aboard a transwarp power conduit and 
placed inside the base of one his barber chairs.  She beamed the conduit 
directly into the main dish couplings.  She then modulated the dish to 
invert the ship's warp field back into the core and laughed as the ship 
shook violently with a core breach in progress.  She then activated a 
second beam from the auxiliary dish generator to control the breach, 
doing exactly what she had said.  The bulkheads around her began 
vibrated with overloading systems.

Grabbing a tricorder to remote control the dish, she beamed herself off 
the soon to be demolished Deck 23.  'Soon, I'll get to rebuild this deck 
my way from scratch.  Ah, Kahless!  Might may you be, but even you must 
bow down before the superiority of the deflector dish!  My department, 
my dish!'

As she dematerialized, she couldn't help but wonder why people thought 
captains had all the power.