"Computer, launch program A15-B, override default system presets and chart a course for the Solexa galaxy," said the lanky, softly glowing alien at the helm of a starship freshly stolen from the prestigious Interstellar Academy. his long fingers tapped away at the ship's manual input keyboard, producing strings of code inaccessible through voice commands and not exactly what you would call regulation.

"Computer, display ship rear view on screen three," he said, still typing. "Shit, they're still on our tail, Pouriin..." he tilted the screen towards the alien sitting next to him, still frantically typing. "If I can just override the system presets, remove the limitation on maximum warp speed, and turn off the homing system, we should be able to lose them. If we lose them... we should be completely untraceable." His eyes flicked nervously over to the screen showing three Interstellar Academy security ships. They wouldn't shoot at their own ship, right?

Meeloh typed in the last line of code and hit compile. A loading bar popped up, progressing about one percent every five seconds; it was excruciating. "Come on, come on, come on, come on!" he muttered under his breath, anxiously tapping his fingers against his thigh. He tilted his head slightly towards Pouriin, still keeping the loading bar in his periphery. "This is gonna be pretty rough, by the way. We're going to be shifting from Warp 5 to Warp 11 in under one minute, if my code checks out. The ship might suffer a little damage... but..." he glanced at the rearview again and gave an anxious little sigh. "But we've got no choice, because they're almost in range to open fire on our asses. Ugh, shit, compiling at 30%, come on!"