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Roth shuddered and was yanked sideways and forward; the lights dimmed, a some of the the control panels buzzed, small objects began to rise and drift, and Stephen felt his stomach rise as well. “Shit,” cursed the captain, “engines stop,” but Roth gave a groan, shuddered, and was yanked forward again. Stephen was reminded forcefully of a rafting trip he had once taken, where they had missed their put-out and accidentally entered the rapids. “Prepare the hyperdrive,” ordered the captain.
“Hyperdrive primed, sir,” and Roth shuddered and yanked forward again, then seemed to coast. The buzzing receded, lighting returned to normal, and the objects which had taken flight fell with a clatter, but the smell of ozone filled the bridge. Stephen fought down the urge to vomit. “Hyperdrive engaged, sir,” said the helmsman.
“Sensors deploying,” reported the radar man, then, “Jump is confirmed, sir.”
“Stand down from jump,” said the captain. “All stations report and have the carpenter sound the well.”
Deck reported scattered injuries and one hand in engineering who had struck his head and lost consciousness. “I am sorry to ask, Doctor, since you are a guest, but would you be willing,” asked Jack.
“Of course,” said Stephen, who in any event felt somehow responsible for the chaos, quite apart from an ingrained habit of treating anyone who needed it. “I take the companion all the way down?”
“Thank you, Doctor. All the way down but one, he’s on the upper engineering level, and remember to put on your headphones. The other patients will meet you in the sick bay on the same level, all the way forward.”
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