Hello guys, I have updated my other stories, so I'm being a good girl. Here's the second chapter; enjoy!
Catastrophe
On the edge of a black hole, the USS. White Rabbit, the flagship of the White Queen's fleet, was investigating some irregularities.
Inside, on the starch white bridge, Commander Twisp stood in front of two viewscreens, one displaying the black hole, the other displaying the White Queen herself.
"How are the scans performing?" she said in her mousy, smooth voice.
"Everything is normal over on our en-" Twisp almost finished saying, but a deafening scream from the black hole broke off his sentence.
The White Queen jumped, and said, "What was that?!"
Twisp yelled at his officers, trying to get some answers, but the readings were too eratic.
The White Queen tried to ask something, but was constantly being interrupted by the panicing officers.
Twisp turned to his control panel, and typed in a few commands, when an enormous shock wave shook over the entire ship.
Twisp slowly turned around, almost afraid of what he might see behind him, and saw a huge almost dragon-like creature crawl out of the black hole. The White Queen took advantage of the situation, and yelled at Twisp, "SHOW ME THE OTHER SCREEN!"
One of the startled officers sitting at Operations pressed a few buttons, and from the look of terror on her face, she was seeing exactly what they were seeing.
"O-oh my... The J-J-Jabberwocky." she choked.
The Jabberwocky threw back it's head, and let out another horrifying scream, shooting out crackling purple bolts of lightning at the ship.
The officers screamed and Twisp squealed as they saw the purple lightning shoot towards them, the crackling thunder sealing their collective fate.
The White Queen, eyes transfixed on the small hand-held screen in front of her, let out a small whimper as the feed from the White Rabbit crackled to static.
She silently collected herself, and called for one of her aides. "Rook."
A small lady in a crisp, white uniform silently shuffled into the room, and whispered, "Yes?"
"Summon Absolem, if you may," the queen said, straightening some invisible wrinkles in her skirt.
Rook sharply nodded her head, and exited the room.