Stefani, Battleship Zeus, Intelligence Core, Restricted Transport Room
Stefani, Battleship Zeus, Intelligence Core, Restricted Transport Room
Every bone in my body ached. My knees gave out at the sudden need to support my weight. I stumbled onto my hands and knees, palms pressed flat on the smooth, hard surface I recognized as a transport pad. The energy around me was thick as soup in the air, humming through me and making my hair want to stand on end.
Every time I moved, my polyester shirt crackled with static electricity. Yep. This transporting thing was just as much fun as I remembered.
“Don’t move!” The harsh order was immediately followed by the stomping of more than one pair of boots.
“No problem.” I was going to need a minute. I didn’t know where I was, or how far I had zip-zap
