[center][b]Cindra Dubrovnik[/b][/center]
Cindra bolts upright from her bunk at the sudden acceleration and shudder of the ship around her, springing into action and donning her hostile environment suit in record time.  What could have happened?  Cindra should have been alerted before a warp space jump.  The Admiral knew darn well how touchy she could be when it came to hurtling through space without warning.  And still, a warp space jump would've lasted longer, wouldn't it?  Slipping into the corridor, she rubs the sleep from her eyes as she sprints towards the nearest mechanic.  She grabs his shoulder, surprising him, and takes in his expression of panic in a second.
"What's happening?  Zerg?  We weren't scheduled for a jump for a good while yet...Well, don't just stand there.  Status report.  Now."
She usually wasn't this pushy, but she had made it clear that she wished to be informed before any jumps, and the admiral had agreed.  Was he going back on that?
She catches only the words,
"Wormhole...unexpected...no idea..."
before she lets go of the stammering man and sprints down the hall to the control room.  On entering, she descends into pure chaos.  Mechanics and engineers running everywhere, technicians pounding away at terminals...a madhouse if ever she had seen one.
Cindra stalks straight up to the lieutenant and yells over the noise.
"Hey!  I thought we agreed I was to be informed of jumps at a minimum of 2 hours prior to executing them!  What's this about unexpected wormholes?  Your men have the tech to detect these things for a reason!"
Looking out the main window at the foreign planet, she asks at the same volume, but with considerably more awe,
"...And where in the name of midget whiskers are we?"