Bridge of the USS Lantree

The Bridge of the USS Lantree lies in eerie silence, its consoles dark save for the intermittent flicker of emergency lighting casting long shadows across the withered remains of its crew. Deck plating echoes with hollow finality under Worf's boots as he moves with deliberate urgency, bypassing silent communications terminals to reach the auto-destruct controls. The air hangs thick with the unspoken horror of an invisible biological weapon—still present in the grotesquely aged corpses slumped at their stations. Viewscreen static fractures the dim glow of warning lights, reflecting in Worf's solemn gaze as he inputs security codes with flawless precision. This derelict command center transforms into a burial chamber under his hands, the computer's emotionless countdown punctuating his silent Klingon death ritual. Every surface bears witness to Starfleet's first catastrophic encounter with the temporal plague—the bridge's advanced systems now reduced to instruments of its own annihilation.