You dash to the nearest wall terminal, your fingers flying over the holographic interface as it flickers to life. The system struggles to respond, its usual crisp blue display now glitching with static. Emergency protocols scroll rapidly across the screen in jagged red text - 'WARNING: UNKNOWN ENERGY SIGNATURE MATCHES NO KNOWN SPATIAL ANOMALY PATTERNS.'

Behind you, the ensign grips the terminal's edge, her knuckles white. 'Can you pull up external sensors?' she asks, her voice tight. You tap frantically at the screen, pulling up a distorted feed from the ship's bow cameras. The image stutters, showing glimpses of the obsidian structure now much closer, its red veins pulsing in sync with the ship's failing systems.

A new alert flashes: 'GRAVITATIONAL DISTORTION DETECTED.' The deck lurches violently beneath your feet, sending tools clattering from nearby maintenance panels. The terminal display suddenly clears for one terrifying second, showing a perfect view of the structure - its surface covered in intricate carvings that seem to shift and rearrange before your eyes.

Chief Oren's gruff voice suddenly crackles through your wrist comm: 'Apprentice! Get your scrawny chassis to engineering NOW! We're losing main power!' The terminal screen goes dark completely, leaving only your reflection staring back - pale-faced with the structure's crimson glow painting your features in bloody hues.