"Evasive action, Mr. Sulu!" shouted Spock.

Onboard ship, all attempts at locating the captain, Uhura and Chekov had failed. Suddenly, the black hole inside the Centauras-A had started sucking in with unusually hard force, and the Enterprise was sucked inside. They were being blasted through it, and the ship was burning up from the awesome force.

Mr. Sulu franctically ran his hands over his control panel. "It's no use, Mr. Spock! Nothing's working!" he yelled.

Suddenly, the blinding white light on the main view screen faded, and it flickered into static.

"Oh...tempature's cooling on the ship hull!" said Chekov incrediously, manning the science station.

Scotty looked up from his engineering station. "Aye," he replied in his rich Gaelic accent. "Tempature down almost a thousand degrees, Mr. Spock. She should be back to normal in a few minutes." Everyone on the bridge breathed a small sigh of relief.

"Mr. Sulu, please clear that view screen..." said Spock, unnerved by the whole thing.

Mr. Sulu reached up a hand to wipe his sweaty brow and twisted a dial with the other. "Aye. Clearing up, sir." While it was, Spock called sickbay. Dr. McCoy reported casualties very light; injuries not serious.

Suddenly, the main view screen crackled to life.

And everyone gaped in wonder.

On screen, countless seams of galaxies stretched across space, hundreds, thousands, maybe millions. They twinkled brightly in their forms, each one unique. Though tiny, they seemed to pulse with life.

"A galaxy nursery," breathed Mr. Sulu.