The Macrophage by lorddarke1
"Captain, Macrophage dead astern!"
"I see it, Mr. Dobbs."
With a feral glare at the black horror closing down on his ship, Captain Bly calmly gives the order. "Bosun, sound general quarters. Helm, divert all power to the cats." (Caterpillar drives.) "Forty-five degrees up angle! Get us to the surface if you please, Mr. Dobbs!"
"All hands, stand by!"