“Captain Stevens, the pressure on the hull is building again! I don’t know how much longer before it crushes,” Ensign Lola said.
I buckled myself in my chair. “Everyone buckle up. Boost the shields to the pressure points. The last time the pressures were followed by that awful shaking.”
“Pressures seem to be coming from the top and bottom of the ship. Like being in a big vice. I can divert some power from the sides, but it’s just a guess.”
“Pressure is easing up, but we’re in motion again.”
“Hang on everyone.”
The ship moved violently from side to side. The sudden change in direction reminded me of a whip cracking. Half the crew would be in…
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