Captain's log, star-date 2613.5... Star-fleet command, have picked up a very weak distress signal in Sector P. The Enterprise has been dispatched to render aid, and to fight some bad guys. It will be dangerous, and some of us will die, but probably not anybody important.
Good... grief... What... was that? Mr. Sulu, report.
I'm sorry Captain. All systems are reading normal.
There it is... again. Analysis Mr. Spock!
Well, Captain, we seem to be passing through a transition field of some kind.
A transition field? But... I had... bananas for breakfast.
That is illogical Captain.
There it is... again. It's... tearing her a-part. Engine room - Scotty, how are we holding up down there.
Ay dinnae know ho mooch more she kin take Cap'n. There's all sorts o bits and bobs flyin roond doon heer.
Good god, Spock... I couldn't understand a word of that! How much longer is this going to last?
Just one more frame I think.
Well we seem to have come through that pretty well. Mr. Sulu will need to go to sick bay, for some stitches. How about you Spock? No injuries to report?
None Captain. But I seem to have lost my transponder.