The wavy white walls of the currently empty pocket dimension began to oscillate, hardly noticeable at first among the swirling mass before becoming increasingly violent. These waves began to push outwards with impossible flexibility, bending and stretching until the space-time of the area ruptured violently into a dark void from which crashed through a mechanical vessel made of an unknown dark metal and flashing with a multitude of lights. Lights that looked quite angry at the moment.

Suddenly an eruption of purple energy burst out one of the sides of this unknown machine, showering the area with debris which hit the “ground” below it with surprising noiselessness as the impacts were softened by whatever material made up this dimension. Then came another explosion. Then another. The thing fell fast and without any control, soon hitting the ground and giving off one final, much larger burst as it did so. The group rippled before settling once more.

A lone alien female exited through an opening made by way of a door panel clattering off it’s hinges to the ground. She stepped down onto the dimension for the first time, coughing from the smoke that poured out of the doorway behind her.

Her name was Lu’sula Lan Velfor, the lone survivor of this mission. The other crewmembers were…quite dead. She didn’t need to take much time to confirm this, and she didn’t want to spend any more time within the wreckage then what was absolutely required. She was in a relatively safe spot of the ship, but even that spot had become far too dangerous. Actually…she looked up at the worrying spot in this sky that was tearing apart the fabric of reality.

Oops. Perhaps this entire pocket dimension was far too dangerous. Perhaps they had pushed their luck just a little too much this time. Her brain was working in overtime, trying to figure out how she could possibly escape from here now. It was then that she realized she wasn’t alone.