But then, the music shifted. The triumphant fanfares curdled into a dissonant, low-frequency thrum. The ship’s computer chirped a warning: Long-range sensors detecting a cloaked Romulan Warbird. "Red Alert," Picard ordered.
The sound was cinematic—sweeping brass echoed through the Jefferies tubes, while delicate strings vibrated through the transparent aluminum of the viewscreen. It felt as though the ship itself were breathing, its metallic lungs sighing with the weight of the galaxy. Star Trek-Next Generation-Ron Jones Project-14C...
Captain Picard stood in the center of the Bridge as the bridge lights dimmed to a soft amber. "Report, Mr. Data," he commanded, his voice barely a whisper against the rising swell of sound. But then, the music shifted