The fair Yectara's rarely one to curse,
Unless she's well and truly been inspired
To do so. Rarely has there been a worse
Occasion than presents itself as, tired
From crop circle exertions, ship and crew
Just moments after breaking orbit are
Within the hostile crosshairs of a blue
And yellow starship! It's beyond bizarre!
"To battle frakking stations!" comes her cry
But ev'ry cacogen's already at
Its post, still masked and cloaked, as they let fly
Their own sharp streams of expletives at that
Which menaces them. Comes another blast,
Then subspace radioed demands at last.