Fiction:DCP-Vermulan War/Year Two

Other World
There a distinct dissonance between where Saundra Drummond was, and where she thought she should be. The last things she remembered was seeing her ship crumbling while he was inside it, she definitely remembered Vermulan technology puncturing into the corridor she was standing in, and falling into some bizarre device. Now she was in a vast, snowed over coniferous forest. Was this the afterlife? Or had the Vermulan's device teleported her here? It glowed with pink energy, there was a least a little chance that it was a teleport.

Drummond examined her surrounds more. There was absolutely no sign of any fragment of the Fjord Flagship on which she was serving. The conifer trees surrounding her had black leaves under the white snow. The snow itself was also odd; it wasn't as cold as normal snow. Other than the trees, there was no sign of life in the forest. She could see mountains in the distance, still covered with trees and snow. She felt a tremor in the ground, but it wasn't really like a tremor. It was more like the vibrations of some great creature moaning. There was something in this forest, something very large, and Drummond did not like it one bit. She stood up from her kneeling stance, and began to journey through this other world.