"Of course I do," Athena replied. "Deep within the gravitational well here… activate it. Do not let a single ship escape. Even those who are not Minotaurs are forbidden to leave this star system without our permission."
"Understood," Grace said, nodding once.
They were thrown about like nothing more than space trash.
Inside the twenty to forty ships caught in the gravitational snare, panic spread fast. Crews were stunned, fear gripping them as violently as the forces shaking their vessels.
On one particular ship, a beautiful elven woman struggled to regain control. Her hair, shaded in deep greens like living nature itself, floated slightly as the ship lurched. Her eyes, the same vibrant green, trembled with disbelief as she fought to stabilize the vessel.
"W-what happened?" she demanded. "Report! Why aren't we in warp space? Why are we being thrown around like this when we had already entered it?"
But no one answered.
