Highway to the Danger Zone.
Security officer Smith looked over at security officer Jones. They had been assigned on the USS Cairo together. They had been here awhile. They were here when
Lothar had attacked the ship for the first time. But now, they were following him through the inside of the Cairo. It wasn't difficult. Following Lothar is like following a forest fire, you just go with the smoke.
But now they had a choice. Lothar had made it up to deck twelve and he was showing no signs of stopping. Wong had told them to detain him, but she never said how. Every system that could recognize him was shutting down, from voice recognition to lights. (Why they needed to know who it was that they were illuminating was another question.)
Smith was also sure that no one would ever know that they were there, as all of the sensors had been turning off as soon as the possibility of Lothar came to them. They were a walking black hole. He whispered to Jones, "I don't care what Wong wants, I am not going near He-That-Should-Not-Be-Named." Smith looked around the corner to see if Lothar was doubling back. "We can't even whisper his name or the phaser rifles (complete with ID locks) will shut down and we will have to go get new ones. Again." Smith shot an accusatory look at Jones. "Besides, how the hell are we supposed to shoot him? As soon as we point the rifle at him, they go dead."
"Maybe we should put in for a transfer…" offered Jones.
"A Transfer?! Ya Think?! Maybe then we could be guarding a nice craphole outside of known space instead of following He-That-Should-Not-Be-Named."
Smith looked around the corner again, and Lothar was gone. "Oh, shit…" He and Jones quickly advanced when Lothar came bounding around the corner, still carrying his baby incinerator.
"Do you know who I am?" Lothar asked.
"Er, Counselor Lothar?" said Jones.
And their Phasers shut down.