A blue glow suddenly surrounds the ship, blocking your of view of space and nearby asteroids. The control stick may as well be a serpent, for all the good it does, when you pull at it. Instead of complying it whips back vicously turning the ship off course and toward what.. you can't say. Along with the blue glow comes a gentle almost melodic sound which encases the ship as much as the light. It reminds you of what a choir of angels might sound like from a long distance. When it reaches a soft cadence, the light starts to also fade.
You attempt to spy out your cockpit for a look at your new surroundings, but before you can see anything the entire ship shakes and the blue glow returns. This time it permeates the ship in laser lines, dicing your precious rocket into fragments, even the seat beneath your ass! Then all at once the light pulls away bringing the tiny dissected pieces of ship with them and leaving you sitting stupified on... a gold threaded cushion?
The pillow stretches far enough on all sides to literally put you on the scale of a mint. Suddenly in fear of what you might see you look up...
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