16. So not a science vessel
. . . June 23rd . . . 2266. . .
. . USS Pagemaster (So not a science vessel) . .
I awoke with a jolt hearing a loud sonic sound whamming the starship. I had to adjust both eyes to my surroundings but not before I fell out off the bed. I helped myself up looking downwards. I noticed I was dressed up strangely like some-one about to learn the ways of the intergalactic ninja warrior. I also noticed my legs had become double jointed like a werewolf told to kids so they went to sleep.
I felt along the side of my face where I could feel the flat scales beside each other.
I tried to speak but . . . I could not.
I should be able to speak right now.
The ship tilted sideways.
What the hell was going on?
I saw a Vulcan, a female no less, grabbing onto the nearest object to keep her standing. She had a rather strong grip attached on the counter of the table. I was getting random images in my head mostly because of the fright that was being stirred in the minds of the other crew members in the room. The lights flickered off and on. I grabbed onto the edge of the bed using my elongated fingers. The room was trembling. There was screaming! Overall panic I will say to that!
With a loud bang the starship came to a sudden abrupt stop.
What the hell just happened?