The bridge shook from the power rippling around its metal exterior, waves of energy emanating from a glowing point in the distance. Blue light illuminated the confused faces of the crew as the alien force engulfed the ship in steady surges. Red shirts started running in all directions, fingers punching buttons in a battle against the monitors' flashing lights. A man sat gripping the arms of the center chair, sharp blue eyes focused on the concentrated rays pulsing in front of him. Yellow shirt inexplicably torn down the front, he yelled over the chaos, "Spock I need a reading on this thing and I need it now!" Looking over to the science station of his first officer, his gaze met with black eyes, startlingly intense against the unforgiving plain of his empty face. Frustration only betrayed by an angry twitch at the edge of his mouth, the science officer replied, "It appears that the influx of power from the anomaly has overwhelmed our sensors. The readings do not abide by the current laws of physics; according to the data collected each wave contains more energy than anything we have previously encountered. Coupled with the fact that we are light years away from its origin, the probability that the power source is capable of generating energy at a rate comparable to the output level of a small solar system is less than 0.00001%. Therefore I must conclude that the ships' sensors need to be recalibrated. " Hands clasped behind his back, the Vulcan maintained perfect composure within the sea of turmoil that now consumed the bridge while looking at the captain in search of new orders. The captain stared back in shock, slack-jawed as his mind whirled around his options with only seconds passing before the screech of the hull breaking drew him out of his contemplative reverie. Fingers flying over the controls on the arm of the chair, he put in the command to comm Engineering. He started talking only to see the letters "SYSTEM OVERLOAD" appear in obnoxious red capitals. Swearing under his breath, the captain desperately looked around for an answer to the increasingly serious problem. Only to confirm his rising dread, a communications officer shouted in alarm, "Sir, all our comm lines are down!" Before he even had time to respond, the pilot called out, "System controls are offline, sir!" As if the flood gates had been opened, a chorus of cries filled the room as each station on the ship began to fail. "Why is there no goddamn power in my medical bay!" cut over the panicked cries as his chief medical officer emerged from the lift. The roar of voices grew in tandem to the groans of the ship's engines as the captain worriedly ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair. Before he even had time to think an enormous wave of blue light rocked the bridge and the assault was over as suddenly as it had started. Silence descended upon the room's still occupants as the computer systems whirred back to life. Everyone gaped at the now dark view screen as the doctor voiced what they all were thinking. "What the hell was that?"