The ship trembles again as you grip a nearby console for balance. 'Chief,' you shout over the alarms, 'what are those energy tendrils? Shouldn't we be evacuating?' The violet energy outside pulses ominously, casting strange reflections across the chief's sweat-streaked face.

Chief Oren wipes his brow with a grease-stained sleeve. 'Some kind of spatial anomaly we picked up on long-range scanners an hour ago.' He moves to a flickering diagnostic screen, his thick fingers dancing across the controls. 'Thought we had time to plot a course around it, but the damn thing moved faster than anticipated.'

Another tremor rocks the engineering bay, sending sparks showering from an overloaded conduit. The chief yanks you away just as the panel explodes. 'See those readouts?' He points to a bank of screens showing fluctuating energy signatures. 'That's why we can't just jump away - the anomaly's playing havoc with our drive systems.'

Through the viewport, the tendrils now weave intricate patterns across the hull. Some crew members nearby whisper about ancient legends of space leviathans. Chief Oren scoffs. 'Superstitious nonsense. This is just physics we don't fully understand yet.' He thrusts a diagnostic pad into your hands. 'But right now, I need you focused on those coolant levels before our core breaches.'