<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>The lights remained steady but a klaxon blared in the background as the ship went on readiness condition, with all hands reporting to their assigned duty stations. For the unlucky in their bunks, they wearily got out of their bunks and pulled on coveralls before reporting to their stations. Anything not already bolted down was stored away, with some of the crew rushing to their stations and putting on zero-g gear for quick rescue and repair operations.<br/><br/>With a continuous feed still coming in, there was no obvious signs of life on the viewscreen. The chair that had so recently been occupied remained empty, with no one coming to turn off the feed. The lights on the station hadn't dimmed for emergency operations, and nothing on long range sensors appeared to indicate a problem. In fact, were it not for the evidence staring them right in the face, nothing would seem amiss.<br/><br/>“<strong>Captain,</strong>” came Diane Belley, the replacement science officer after their last science officer succumbed to space madness and had to be relieved of duty, “<strong>Diverting course now, we've got enough time for maybe one transport before the magnetic storm cuts off our ability to transport. Anything after that would require shuttles or waiting out the storm.</strong>”