Ensign Diedre Parrish

Tumbled out of her bunk and made it to her station as the klaxon continued to sound away.....Chief was strapped into the pilot station, but the comm station was not manned....where was Freddy?  She felt a little useless in her weapons station....what the hell good were any weapons against a rolling wave of pure chaos?  On her screens it looked like somebody was taking the fabric of the galaxy and ripping it open like a packet of instant grits you were getting ready to microwave for breakfast.....glittering stardust falling all around.....the AI was just plain stunned.....this did not compute, did not compute.....Chief shunted all power to full integrity, as the first ripples of the wave-front started shaking the ship like .....well, like something that's really being shaken a lot.....words failed her at the moment....Chief yelled "Hang On!" and everything started tumbling over one way and flipping around the other.....all kinds of colors and patterns pulsed through the cabin, along with sounds and smells and emotions and memories and glimpses of sheer bliss and pure terror.....her clinched jaw began to ache....tears rolled down her cheeks.....her stomach was in knots.....and then it was over.