Hours had passed before anyone had decided to speak. They all knew they were headed to a very strange and very strangely named nebulae. Silence permeated the Bridge as a chirrup rang out to alert the crew they had arrived.

The main screen lit up on it’s own accord, showing a vast nebulae. The sheer size of it couldn’t even be measured by eye alone as it seemed to pulsates with a dark rythem. Clouds of deep purple and inky blacks swirled in places, making random shapes to some. A few times one twisted like a body in agony before bending back into a gentle flow of energy and dust. A few ships could be made out within the edges of some clouds and just outside others. Each looking more ancient than the last. Two distinct Star-Fleet vessels could be made out as well. The silhouette of a Miranda so old it still had four digit registry number hung dead in space, debris floating near it’s deflector showing rather clear evidence of a failed attempt at something. The other known vessel was an Ambassador class vessel. Her registry showed her as a ship that had gone missing very recently. The lack of even running lights not boding well for it either. Her hull being slightly obscured as the nebulae changed. The very ebb and flow making it difficult to pin down the event horizon. The Casa del Diablo awaits.

-GM

-GM