Hyperspace, in Josephine's opinion, normally didn't behave like a screaming kid told to go to bed and thrash around, damaging everything in sight, but apparently today it was. The SCS Independence was just making her run to a world where she'd meet up with her carrier guard, when the vehicle had hit trouble - for some reason, a fluctuation in the hyperdrive had caused extremely turbulent FTL.
And if the reports funnelling into her from Engineering were anything to look at, the ship would tear itself apart in hyperspace if they didn't leave.
Looking through, she ordered the neural implant to loose a command to the FTL drive for an early discharge. The stricken drive gave out, but complied, and with a nonchalant flash the Independence jumped into system, not particularly damaged, but somewhat banged up.
Status report, was the singular command.
She could feel the sections of the ship reporting in, inside her mind. Engineering said that propulsion was working, but the FTL drive was busted - it would take weeks, perhaps months, to repair. However, all other systems - life support, defense, offense, armory, mess hall, gunnery, construction bay, launch bay, toiletries - reported in green.
However, navigation wasn't showing up. The nav officer made a point of this, turning to her and saying, "We're in uncharted territory. Nothing here - not even a beacon. Nobody's ever been here."
Josephine's answer was a wry smirk. "Guess we're the first."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Bleeding. Burning. Such beautiful light.
Shepard awoke with a start, her green eyes wide open, her strange dream flashing before her eyes. That dream... it hadn't been like the other one.
The blue form next to her stirred. Her touch comforted the commander, reminding her where she was, and why. "The nightmare again?" Liara T'soni asked.
Shepard shook her head. "No." She checked her chrono. It would be another hour before EDI began the Normandy's "day". "This one was different. I...I think I confronted the Reaper's leader. I ended the war."
Liara smiled at the one beside her. "Then let's hope that your dream comes true." The asari placed a hand on the back of her companion. They smiled at each other, passionately.
A half hour later, both the Spectre and the Shadow Broker were in the midst of showering, when they were interupted by the ship's pilot over the loudspeakers.
"Sorry to interrupt anything, but we have something of an emergency down here, Commander."
Shepard shook her head and sighed. She then left the shower, garbed in a white towel, and hit the comm. "I'll be down in five, Joker." She moved over to her closet, quickly grabbing her casual fatigues.
"What have we got Joker?" The commander asked, leaning over her helmsman's chair to read his sensor logs.
Jeff Moreau, or Joker as he was called looked up from his scans. "Beats me, Commander. One second, the Normandy's flying fine, the next, we pop out of FTL here in the middle of nowhere."
The mechanical body in the Co-pilot seat chimes in, worry appearing despite the robotic monotone. Analysis of local star positions versus our last relative position are incompatable. The Normandy's spectral analysis shows no patterns which match any known starcharts.
Shepard squinted. She was a soldier, not an astrologist. "So where are we?" She had a bad feeling she knew the answer.
It is impossible to determine, Shepard. We may have been intercepted by some sort if stable field of exotic matter, punching a hole in space and time.
Shepard looked to her pilot for Commander dummy speak. He shrugged. "A wormhole ma'am."
Correct.
Shepard nodded. "Okay, deploy satellites and start the pulse scanner. 180 repititions a minute for the next quarter hour. I want to know what's out there." She turned to the door.
"Aye aye, ma'am." Joker said, a small grin on his face. Shepard never changed.
The Mk. II Alliance Assault Frigate Storm Wind zoomed through hyperspace to join her fleet above Bestine. The ship left Fondor a few hours late, and her Captain, the Bothan Arsk Arn'ya, ordered a full speed rush ahead; he knew that the fleet won't move without them, and that his ship was critical for the success of the Admiral's plans.
He leaned back in his chair, his clawed hands stroking his short beard, observing the blue tunnel of Hyperspace outside the ship and... reminiscing, daydreaming.
"Captain!" a shout rattled him, causing him to sit straight in his chair. It was the Navigation Officer. "Engines say that our Hyperdrive is malfunctioning, and someone... or something... is messing with my instruments, too!"
Arsk bared his teeth. "Damn it. Satsi" -that was the Comms Officer, a middle-aged Duros- "Tell the fleet to use plan B; we won't be getting to the rendezvous point anytime soon." He turned to the Navigation Officer. "What's the nearest planet?"
"Teyr, sir. It's under our control."
"Good. Change course to it; tell Engines to turn the Hyperdrive off ASAP."
The Officer saluted and turned to his instruments. For a while, he worked furiously, then turned back to his Captain. "It's no good, sir," he said, "I can't change course."
Arsk's face became grim. This was serious, and he knew it. "Engines - shut the Hyperdrive down. Immediately."
Suddenly, the ship rattled; outside, long streaks of light appeared, then shortened and became stars as the ship exited Hyperspace and entered normal space.
"Bad news, Captain... This place is less well-known than the Deep Core," said the Navigation Officer.
The Hydian Way Hyperspace Lane. 4 ABY.
The MC80 Liberty-type Star Cruiser Liberty made its way toward Sullust, where the Rebel fleet was amassing for its strike on the second Death Star. All went well until, like the Storm Wind, she experienced Hyperdrive fault and was forced to exit Hyperspace.
"Sir, we've multiple readings," said her Sensors Officer. "Three unknowns, and a Mark 2 Assault Frigate; according to the records we have on board, it is the Storm Wind that was destroyed a year ago."
"Surely..." mumbled Admiral Yamarus. "Surely... Death and damnation, it's impossible! Comms, hail them."
The Comms Officer nodded. This is the Alliance to Restore the Republic Starfleet Vessel Liberty calling the Storm Wind, over.
"Captain - incoming comm from the Liberty," said Satsi.
"patch them through, Satsi," said Arsk.
On the monitor before him, the image of a black-haired, bearded man wearing standard Alliance Starfleet uniform appeared. The Bothan snapped to attention. "Admiral Yamarus!"
"Captain Arn'ya?" asked the admiral, wondrously. He knew for sure that his friend perished a year ago, going down with his ship.
"Yes, sir," said Arsk.
Yamarus was quiet for a moment. He'd solve this puzzle later on. "We seem to have been pulled off into this unknown star-system, Captain... And it can't be just us."
"Yes, sir. If I may, I will attempt to find whether there are more ships here - and try to communicate with them, if it is possible."
"Go ahead. Just be careful. And keep in touch. If anything - anything - out-of-place happens, contact me immediately."
The admiral's image disappeared from the screen.
"Well, Satsi, contact those unkowns," said Arsk.
The Storm Wind broadcasted the following message on all available frequencies: This is the Alliance to Restore the Republic Starfleet Vessel Storm Wind, calling all ships in-system. Repeat:This is the Alliance to Restore the Republic Starfleet Vessel Storm Wind, calling all ships in-system.
edited 15th Mar '12 10:12:42 AM by desdendelle
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.The response from the Storm Wind sent chills through the minds and hearts of everyone on the Independence's bridge. They weren't alone - but what if they were hostile?
Still. An "Alliance To Restore The Republic" didn't sound that evil, but no chances could be taken.
"I want a protective screen of strikecraft up and out. Get our Interceps and Bombers in the void." The man who would qualify for an air traffic control officer saluted. "Yes, ma'am."
The Independence shot back a reply: Storm Wind, this is the Spredronian Carrier SCS Independence. Please state the reason for your call.
The Normandys pulse scanner may' find the Independence mainly as a beacon of fusion energy - like an extremely small star around the size of a large nuclear reactor core.
edited 15th Mar '12 10:22:14 AM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."The UAN Linare fell out of subspace awkwardly, still reeling from its turbulent voyage.
"Status report!" Captain Ramanathan said, warning lights flashing on the bridge, "And where are we?"
"Never seen anything like it before, sir," said the navigation officer, "some sort of subspace storm or distortion. We were thrown out here, but ... navigational computers show no matches to star charts or anything ... for all we know this could be another galaxy ... or maybe a parallel universe."
"Engineering reports most systems are fine, but I'd like to shut down the jump drive for a full inspection," the chief engineer reported in.
"Weapons, shields, and fighters seem intact, sir," the tactical officer said.
"Alright, I want the jump drive inspected and online as soon as possible, all other stations are to be on full alert, and fighters ready for launch," the captain said, "Any sign of other vessels?"
"Subspace sensors seem to be offline, but otherwise ... we're picking up a variety of signatures, unknown configuration," the navigational officer said, "There's quite a bit of material out there, could be inert matter, wreckage, or possibly other ships. It'll take a while to scan the entire system, especially with all this interference."
"Sir, I'm not entirely sure, but I believe something may be trying to contact us. The other signals look more like scans," the communications officer said, replaying an approximate translation of the Storm Wind's message.
"Interesting. Alright, send a reply," Captain Ramanathan said, "Unknown vessel Storm Wind, this is the United Terran Astronomical Navy ship Linare - we have arrived in this system unexpectedly and have no hostile intentions. Can you provide us with any further information to our current location or the status of this system?"
edited 15th Mar '12 11:10:02 AM by Sonzai
The USS Knight came around as other signals appeared in the system.
Captain Sunder glanced over at his communications officer, a female andorian. The blue skinned woman was working and then she turned,
“Sir, I'm getting several readings on various ships appearing insystem. They communicating on radio or a close equivalent.” That surprised Sunder. Radio was decidedly low tech. He glanced up,
“No Subspace transmissions at all?” She shook her head. He motioned for her to play it and he listened to the Storm Wind's communication. Sunder nodded and straighten up, getting up out of his chair.
“Alright. Ensign, move us out of here. Half Impulse. Set a course for the ship that transmitted the first communication.”
The USS Knight came about in a graceful arc, her impulse engines glowing cherry red as she moved out into space and approached the Assault Frigate at a rather sedate pace.
When the various ships got a look at the USS Knight, they might pick up the power emanations from her Anti-Matter Warp Core.
The Knight happened to pass by the Independence, and the bridge crew was awed for a few seconds. The Independence, in the meanwhile, decided to sit there - it was outclassed. Hopefully it would be invisible, or not matter, to the other ship. Considering size differences, it would not make the first move.
However, the Independence couldn't shut down. It would be hard for the Knight's scanners to not pick up the beacon of nuclear fusion energy that was the Independence's reactor core.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."The Linare stayed in low-power mode as the crew continued to investigate the system and make repairs.
"Sir, we have subspace sensors and communications back online, but the jump drive looks like it will take a little while to repair," the chief engineer said.
"No response from command or any other Terran, Hxaon, Vencaran ships on the secure channels," the communications officer said.
"Besides the ship that sent the first communication, we've identified two other confirmed active signatures nearby, both of unknown design. One appears to be some sort of smaller carrier, and we're getting large energy readings from it. The second ... looks familiar for some reason, can't put my finger on it - and the energy readings are really anomalous, possibly violating the known laws of physics. But the really strange thing - is that it has English characters imprinted on it's hull." the navigational officer said. OOC: I'm assuming they're reading the nameplate - also, the UAN Linare has similar name text on it.
"Alright, hail those two ships with the following message," the captain said, "Unknown vessels, this is the United Terran Astronomical Navy ship Linare, requesting confirmation of your presence and any information you have about the location or status of this system." OOC:Also edited my previous post as I forgot to include the name in the reply to the Storm Wind.
edited 15th Mar '12 11:17:10 AM by Sonzai
The response from the Independence was swift.
Liare, this is the Spredronian Carrier SCS Independence. We have no hostile intentions and are otherwise just as in the dark as we assume you are.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."A blue-green tear in the fabric of space heralded the arrival of another ship in the system. The blocky, grey ship,
◊ tiny in comparison to some of those already there, slid serenely out of hyperspace.
"Hyperspace generator has disengaged prematurely." Major Glover read off his screen. "It's not responding to commands."
"So where are we then? I'm willing to take a guess that this isn't P3G-426." Colonel Redwood stood up from her chair and walked towards the viewport at the front of the bridge.
"If I had to be blunt, I'd say we're here. Of course, we're off the charts, making it hard to tell exactly where "here" is."
edited 15th Mar '12 11:19:30 AM by Deadbeatloser22
"Yup. That tasted purple."Storm Wind to Independence: We are broadcasting this because we were suddenly transported into this system, and it does not appear on out charts. A pause. Are you allies of the Galactic Empire? The name 'Spredronian' is quite unknown to us.
Storm Wind to UAN Linare: We cannot provide more information; the system is equally unknown to us. As to your intentions: Are you allied with the Galactic Empire?
"Sir - one of the ships is moving toward our location," announced Akran, the Fondorin human that served as the Storm Wind's Sensors Officer. "It isn't one of the ships we've been communicating with... Oh, we're getting a visual."
A picture of the Knight appeared on the monitor before the Captain. "Well, I've never seen anything like it before. Battle stations, just to be sure. Satsi - tell them to change trajectory, and inform Admiral Yamarus," said Arsk.
"Yes, sir."
The Liberty's Comms officer lifted his head from his console. "Sir? The Storm Wind sends that one of the ships is moving toward her."
"Get Green Squadron out there," ordered the Admiral. "They are to lie behind the Storm Wind and assist them if needed."
"Roger that, sir."
Storm Wind to unknown vessel: Please change your trajectory. I repeat: Please change your trajectory. If you will maintain this course, we will treat this as a declaration of hostile intent and act accordingly.
A squad of cross-shaped B-Wings made its way toward the Storm Wind, putting it between them and the Knight as ordered. On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.
Upon hearing the replies and analyzing the sensor data, the navigational officer said, "I would like to revise my previous report. I believe that an alternate universe is quite certainly the most likely explanation given these unusual circumstances. Perhaps this is like the Ankartha incident."
"I certainly hope not," the captain said.
"We also just picked up a subspace disturbance, I believe something else has entered the system, I'll work on trying to see where, given such an unusual signature," the navigational officer said.
Then, the captain replied to the Storm Wind and Independence with, "We have no hostile intentions as well, and have no knowledge of either a Galactic Empire or Spredronians."
edited 15th Mar '12 11:36:50 AM by Sonzai
Sunder raised his hand and ordered,
“Slow to one eighth impulse power. We're flying nice and peaceful-like.” The USS Knight slowed as they recived the message from the Storm Wind.
“Can we reply now that we're in range?” He asked his communication's officer. She nodded,
“Along Radio lines. I don't think they could have received Subspace communications at all.” Sunder nodded and straightened his red jacket. Unlike the rest of Starfleet, the squadron the Knight had been assigned to had kicked it old school, using the older crimson uniforms that Sunder personally found a damn sight more fashionable than the newer jumpsuits.
“Open Communications with the ship requesting communications.” At the communication officers nod, Sunder said,
“Storm Wind is the United Federation of Planets vessel Knight. We apparently are caught up in the same phenomenon that brought you here. We had to close to this range to use radio communication.”
Sudden the sensor officer said,
“Sir...I've got a Neutron Radiation Emission off the charts.” Sunder turned,
“From where?” The man blinked,
“I think from us...” Sunder started to walk over when the helmsman yelled,
“SIR!” Sunder turned...in time to watch the hellish amber glow of a photon torpedo speed out in a direct course from the Knight it seemed...on a direct path for the Storm Wind's bow.
edited 15th Mar '12 12:07:25 PM by RevenVrake
As Shepard stood on the bridge, more data began coming in to the Normandy, and then radio calls. The fact that neither Joker nor EDI recognised any of the ship designs or affiliations seemed to point to something being... wrong.
Joker leaned forward. "So, mysterious wormhole and then we're in the middle of the biggest ship graveyard I've seen since the Collector Base, with a bunch of ships that I've never seen before talking about organisations that there are absolutely no record of on EDI's databanks. So... how long until the Easter Bunny shows up?"
Shepard smirked. "I dunno Joker. He's probably still on the way." She turned to leave the cockpit "I want everyone on full alert. Send up the ground team, tell them to meet me in the conferance room. Hail them on an unencrypted channel."
Joker nodded, before tapping the transmitter button. "Uh... hello, this is the SSV Normandy. We're wondering if anyone knows what's going on."
Upon seeing the Knight (apparently) fire on the Storm Wind, the captain said, "Shields online! Weapons and fighters at the ready! Don't fire at anything unless I give the order."
Then, in reply to the Normandy, he said, "This is the United Terran Astronomical Navy ship Linare. We have no hostile intentions, and unfortunately we don't have any other knowledge of the current situation or our location."
Arsk's palm found his forehead rather quickly. "Are they that stupid?" he growled. "Satsi - tell them that they are stupid beyond belief. Politely, of course. Also inform Yamarus. Ben-Iblis" -that was the Weapons Officer, a stocky Correlian human- "Fire a warning shot across their bows. I think our shields can hold with that hit."
Suddenly, a section near the Storm Wind's nose lit up as one of its Turbolaser batteries fired a volley of lasers; if the Knight would keep its trajectory they will miss, for they were aimed to pass to her side.
"Green Squad - move to intercept positions," ordered Yamarus. He turned to his comms officer. "Get me those idiots."
The B-Wings changed formation, spreading out to cover the Knight's cone of approach; they primed their laser cannons and prepared for a fight.
Storm Wind to Knight: Cease fire immediately, or we will open fire, and not a warning shot this time. Also cease forward move immediately or we'll move to intercept you.
This is the Alliance to Restore the Republic Starfleet vessel Liberty, calling United Federation of Planets vessel Knight, broadcasted the Liberty; should Captain Sunder turn his monitor on, he would find Yamarus's angry visage staring at him, and would probably see a part of the Liberty's white-coloured bridge. Kindly explain why did you fire on our companion ship the Storm Wind.
Storm Wind to Linare and Independence: We are willing to trust you for the moment. If you will help us contain the situation at hand, you will earn our alliance and respect. On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.
After seeing the response from the Storm Wind, and its transmission, Captain Ramanathan paused for a moment, and said, "Recommendations?"
"As we are in an unknown location with no apparent support, an alliance with others would be recommended," the tactical officer said.
"There's no way to say for sure what the unknown ships' capabilities are, given these strange readings," the navigational officer said.
"Correct, but at last count, and given some approximations, it would appear to be four versus one, if we ally with the Storm Wind at the current moment," the tactical officer said.
"Alright, send to the Storm Wind," the captain said, "We are ready to assist, and we will attempt to negotiate a cessation of hostilities."
Then, to the Knight, he said, "Attention Unknown Vessel, this is the United Terran Astronomical Navy ship Linare. Given this unusual situation, we recommend an immediate cessation of hostilities."
The Conference room seemed cramped from the various individuals that were packed into it. The ruckus was only kept in check by the presence of the Commander. She was known for her easy goingness, but that didn't mean she hadn't earned more then enough respect for a little silence.
The Commander leaned on the table that made up half of the room. "Okay folks, let's get this over with. Details are sketchy, but it seems that we've been pulled into something which we have no frame of reference for. Alternate dimensions was the technobabble I got from EDI. Now for the bad news." She gestured at the wall, a readout of the ship's main systems being highlighted.
"According to Engineer Daniels, our anti-proton storage took a hit on transition. We're down to twenty percent of our total amount, with no immediate way of refuelling. Using only our standard hydrogen thrusters, our FTL speed is down to 10 light years a day. Similarly, there are no mass relays within our current sensor distance." Shepard looked down. "So we're stuck for now."
Lt. James Vega was the first to speak his mind. "What about Hackett and the Cerberus base? What about Earth?"
Shepard met his eye. "I'm not gonna lie. We can't do anything to assist them at this juncture. Hackett will have to handle the attack on his own. He has a lot of good men with him, I'm sure they'll see it through." There was a sadness in her voice. She knew not everyone would make it out alive.
Garrus was the next to speak up, scratching his facial scar as he did so. "What about these other vessels, what's their story?"
"Same as ours. Brought here with no knowledge of how or why. But Joker's saying that one of the other ships has opened fire on another. Some type of torpedo, similar to our Javalins."
Shepard scratched her head. "So, I'd like some input on our next move. Any suggestions?"
The Normandy moved in on the two ships that were currently in a stand off with each other. It wasn't moving into an attack position, but it didn't try to hide (most) of it's teeth either. Specifically, the multiple Javalin missile mounts on it's wings.
It was the Wild West out there, and the Normandy had her hands at her hips, preparing to flash her shariff badge.
Captain Arsk's prediction was true. The Storm Wind's shields did hold against the Photon Torpedo.
It also however felt like the Storm Wind had been kicked in the nose by a giant wearing steel toed boots as the ship visibly rocked from the impact.
Sunder's eyes widened,
“Shields up!” The shields came up in time to deflect a stray tubrolaser bolt from the Storm Wind. He turn to tactical,
“Fire all ventral phasers beneath us!” The officer replied, and five orange red beams shot from the underside of the saucer section and into empty space. Sunder turned to communications,
“Get me the Storm Wind, now.” She nodded as she put him on,
“Alliance vessel Storm Wind, this is the USS Knight, appearances to the contrary, we have not fired on you, an enemy vessel we were tracking-”
Sunder was cut off as the Knight rocked from a Photon Torpedo impact beneath them. Sunder clawed back into his chair,
“To all Vessels, we are being attacked by a cloaked vessel around a hundred meters long.” Then, as if to punctuate the point, another Photon Torpedo appeared literally out of nowhere in between the two ships...and promptly headed in the direction of the Normandy.
edited 16th Mar '12 10:11:14 AM by RevenVrake
As the Independence closed in, it received new tactical data.
"...the hell? A cloaked ship? Pilot, halt impulse, keep us still! Fabrication, we need Proximity Sensors and we need them now!"
Almost immediately, the Independence's full RU stock was set to make five Proximity Sensors. Unlike other types of sensors, Proximity Sensors used equipment so powerful that if a cloaked vessel were to enter its range, it would be detected and could be overlayed over the tactical displays of vehicles already there.
The Independence still ejected a small contingent of four Interceptors and a Multi-Gun Corvette in case the unidentified vessel dropped any strikecraft as the sensors began to construct.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."At the helm, Joker saw an alert appear on his screen. He immediately began evasive maneuvers. "Sorry for the turbulence Commander, but we have a stealthed vessel attacking. EDI, fire GARDIAN lasers!"
A barrage of laser fire initiated from the Nomandy's port and starboard. Meanwhile, the Alliance ship began it's maneuvers, narrowly dodging the torpedo with a manuever a lesser pilot would have gawked at. But they wouldn't have been Joker.
"EDI, see if you can get into their system, take down that cloak." Joker's face was pure concentration.
I have backtraced their missile trail, and calculated several probable zones of fire. What should be our next course of action?
Joker's voice was one that seldom came from his lips. "Fire Javelin missiles."
Payback.

Space...the final frontier.
These are the- Whoops, wrong entrance...
The solar system was old. How old, well it would take carbon dating to confirm but billions upon billions of years old. The yellow star that glowed at the center of it was on the verge of turning into a red giant but for the current time it was still shining a warm yellow light out into the depths of space.
Over a dozen planets dotted the space in this system. But not all of them held life anymore. In fact, none of them held intelligent life anymore. The four inner planets, separated from the rest with an asteroid belt, had held life on the last two, furthest from the sun. One still had the remains of an atmosphere, but it choked with debris, dust and radiation of an age old calamity. The second was not really a planet anymore. Its crust had been rent asunder and the entire planet had split into two halves, which now floated in a weird dance around each other. Each of the planets had a moon, pot marked and scarred by war. And then there was the debris. Around each planet floated the wreckage of hundreds, nay, thousands of ships, stations, from different eras, universes even.
The outer planets were also not unscathed, but in the case of them, they were Gas Giants who’s moons had suffered damage.
In the Asteroid belt also there was the remains of various ships and stations. The entire system seemed to have fields of debris, as if millions of battles had been fought here before.
And into this...the latest victims joined the dance.
Captain Sunder had to admit, this was not his best day.
The Knight slammed back and forth as subspace went to hell.
“Shut down the Warp Engines or we'll come apart at the seams!” He roared to be heard over the noise. The Knight had been tracking a damn Klingon fleet and then got caught up in this. It had just suddenly hit and then they were being tossed about like a toy boat in a bathtub.
Over the comm, the Chief Engineer came on,
“We're straining sir! Engines won't respond to shut down!” Sunder was about to bark another order when it all stopped...
The Knight slammed into normal space, shuddering from its sudden deceleration. Sunder was almost thrown out of his chair as the ship came to a dead stop. Pulling himself back into his chair, he shook his head.
“Damage report. All stations report in.”
“Medical, I got two wounded cases down here Captain, no serious.”
“Engineering here, Sir the engines need a full looking over. Whatever hit us pushed and pull things that shouldn't move!” Sunder managed a tight grin,
“Get on it. We're not going anywhere for the moment.” He turned to the two stations in front of him,
“Sensors, where the hell are we?” The young woman manning the sensor board was already working,
“We're in a star system of sorts sir. Not registering on any star charts...sir...none of those star patterns are being recognized by the computer.” Sunder looked up at the viewer.
“Main Viewer on.” Then he got a good look at the broken planet in front of him. His eyes widened,
“Where the hell are we?”