Chapter 8
The maelstrom moved to completely engulf all three shuttles. The men inside the captured crafts were each trying their best to escape the disturbance, but each was useless in their attempts.
The chaos grew larger and larger occupying more space than was even needed to surround the ships. It was becoming the reality of the entire region. The ships were tossed like leaves caught in a whirlwind. The inside of the disturbance began changing colors in a dizzying array.
Archer sat transfixed watching the spectacular effects, which were happening all around him. "If this wasn't so horrible, it would be spectacular," he though wryly.
Kirk sat back and just shook his head from side to side. "What the hell is this?" he asked no one in particular. In all of his years in Starfleet and all the various adventures he and his crew had experienced, he was absolutely sure he had never seen something like this. The chance of three shuttlecrafts from 3 ships caught in the same anomaly was unbelievable. "Something or someone has got to be behind all of this. One way or another, I'll find whoever did this."
Pandemonium in space sent the shuttles through a ride like that when traveling through white water rafting. The captains had given their most valiant attempts at trying to change the course of their vehicles and one by one they simply gave in to the turmoil that completely had consumed their worlds.
The ride was fierce and the men could see the other ships while being tossed about with the threat of death and the cold of space around them.
As suddenly as it had begun, the anomaly dissipated. The ships came through the storm unscathed and each in a region of space unfamiliar to it's Captain.
The stillness of space settled around the three shuttles, each totally alone in it's new reality.
