Stardate 87305.1 – Two days after the start of the invasion Quinn felt the tension rising behind his eyes, and it was only 0900 hours. He needed another raktajino. He sighed and picked up the PADD on his desk again, avoiding looking at the captain standing expectantly on the other side of his desk. "So you want to make two smugglers, an Academy washout who ended up in a penal colony and an ensign with a penchant for joyriding into an elite team?" "And the Klingon," Paris responded. "Don't forge…