A few hours ahead of schedule the helmsman sounds the chime to the bridge officer. “Sir we are here. Reducing to impulse speed.”

The challenger moves along side the nebula. It is big and bulbous shaped with purples and greens intermingling with blues and yellows to form something of radiant beauty, but also something the color of a bruise.

Early scan show it is filled with the normal gases and stuff that make up a nebula, however sensors are having issue piercing into the center of the nebula, only getting in a few hundred kilometers or so before nothing. (Think ocean. You can see down crystal clear a few feet but then after that you can’t see anything.”

GM Wombat