destruction was assured, mere seconds away. The hobbled Enterprise had fired a lone torpedo at them. Lursa looked on helplessly, transfixed rushed closer yet seemed yo take an eternity to reach them. B'Etor was speechless for once in her life. But as Lursa spun away from the sight of the approaching torpedo - like a coward! - it spun B'Etor into action. She punched Lursa’s boob window and grabbed hold of the emerrgency transporter beacon clutched between her sister’s breasts. Both their eyes went wide as the rushing torpedo filled the screen, and the Bird of Prey’s transporters activated just before the ship was hit. Lursa felt the static embrace of the transporter beam and could almost feel the heat and vacuum rush over her body. Never had she associated a transporter as an erotic instrument but ar that moment - escaping her doomed ship she nearly came. The transporter’s last gasp beamed them to the closest safe landing site: The Enterprise.