With the alarm klaxons blaring, you release the harness and stumble toward the emergency locker. The time machine lurches violently, sending you crashing against the bulkhead. Pain shoots through your shoulder as you grab the locker's rusted handle. Inside, the emergency weapons gleam under the flickering red lights - a compact plasma pistol with an unstable energy readout, a mono-molecular blade humming with containment field warnings, and three temporal grenades marked EXTREME CAUTION in glowing red letters.

As you strap the weapons to your utility belt, the entire chamber shakes with an explosion that nearly knocks you off your feet. Through the cracked viewing dome, you see the vortex collapsing into impossible fractal patterns. The control panel erupts in sparks as the machine's voice announces CRITICAL SYSTEMS FAILURE in a disturbingly calm tone. A shadow passes over the dome - something massive moving through the temporal stream outside. The proximity sensors detect multiple contacts approaching at impossible speeds, their signatures fluctuating between solid and incorporeal states.

The machine suddenly stabilizes with a bone-jarring thud. Gravity reorients itself as you realize you've landed somewhere. The external cameras flicker to life, showing a landscape of floating crystalline structures under a violet sky. Your instruments show the distress signal is still transmitting, now displaying a new message: ORIGIN POINT LOCKED. TARGET ACQUIRED. The weapons feel heavy on your belt as the machine's hatch begins cycling open automatically, despite all your override commands failing.