Deep in the buffer zone

In superstealth mode, the signal frigate HSS Elf slips and slides along dimension edges.....Chief Warrant has the third watch, the "graveyard"  some call it.....the stars swarm around him, sitting there in the pilot station.....all kinds of data dump along the fringes of his conciousness, with AI  backup filtering the wheat from the chaff.....everything looks pretty normal, for being in the zone.  Far off, the sensor array is picking up machine culture shipping.  Closer, Insect Empire transports are powering out towards their home worlds.  No Lizard Nomad traffic around right now.  But what the hey is THAT!  A tingle goes down his spine.....the effing starfield is starting to do some kind of DANCE.....this just can't be real.....oh shit.....REALITY BREAKDOWN.....the klaxons are already sounding......a wave of sheer insanity is sweeping through the zone.....looks like the good ship Elf might be up the creek real quick, without a paddle, or a spoon.....