Everyone stopped mid activity as they watched in horror. The predator had decloaked and fired upon the freighter. "They're unarmed!" The Helmsman nearly yelled in anger. "Sensor readings are a little sketchy at this point." The young officer at the science station related as he swiveled around. "But if readings are accurate, then those shots are of a significantly lower yield and caused no damage." The Captain slowly rose to his feet as he stared at the Predator as it hung motionless and visible just beyond the freight. "Okay." He drew a deep breath. "Those blasts were a warning. Depending on our actions, the next shots he fires will be deadly." "And what are our actions, Captain?" The Navigator glanced up over his shoulder. "We have been challenged." The Captain nodded slowly. "Helm," He stepped back and settled into the big chair. "Best course ahead. We accept."