Flashing lights. Quakes and quivers, shakes and shivers. A monotonous voice, uncaring, repeating the same word over and over again: "Warning. Warning. Warning."
That was what Drask woke up to. The I.K.S. Dreadnought's sensors screamed spatial anomaly, and her screens showed the same—a strange tunnel with blue walls that seemed to shift, consumed by flecks of purple lightning and orbs of plasma.
The ship drifted into one of these orbs, sending a shock of electricity coursing through her systems. The ship rocked. The voice flickered. "Wa-warning. Warning."
Drask took the ship's controls then, expertly manoeuvring the I.K.S. Dreadnought around several more of these strange orbs. The flashes of energy grew more erratic, cobwebbing through the cosmos along hidden paths.
Then, all of a sudden, it all disappeared, and normal space returned to his sensors.
The ship shook one final time, then grew steady. "Computer," Drask began in his raspy voice, "where am I?"
"You are in the Bajor Sector of the Alpha Quadrant. Recalculating course to Qo'noS. Estimated time of arrival… 4.6 days."