The "Odyssey" was dying. It was a beautiful, spectacular, and very loud death.
The process of merging a starship's logical brain with the universe's most powerful and most unstable reality-bending machine, while simultaneously trying to cram the collected souls of five very different and very powerful women into it, was proving to be a bit… messy.
The ship was screaming. A deep, terrible, groaning sound of tearing metal and tortured energy echoed through its halls. On the bridge, the lights flickered like a strobe in a nightclub from hell. The very air crackled with raw, untamed power, and the ship shook so violently that crew members had to hold on to their consoles just to stay on their feet.
