FTL Travel, Callidian Space.
The CSNS “Uncivil War” sailed leisurely though the space between universes. The thin bubble of reality surrounding it held stable, against the forces of unreality, keeping the inside firmly in, and the outside firmly out. The ship AI’s sensors were, by requirement, turned firmly inwards, monitoring the ship, and it’s small bubble of reality, but not the surrounding unreality, lest the AI catch sight of anything that might pose a memetic hazard, several of which had been reported by the last ship passing through this area. The AI reflected upon the unusual situation it had found itself in, re: the passengers. It resented being used as a glorified ferry for Humans, especially when there were other ships in the area much more suited to the transport of organics then a fully kitted out Autonomous Warship, but it was in repayment of a favour owed to a close friend.
It was just checking the time left until it could dock at the nearby station, and drop off its unwanted passengers (Another eight hours; it was enough to drive them to digital drink), when the ship seemed to jolt. This was impossible of course, there wasn’t anything out there to affect it, but it jolted anyway. The ship stopped, dropping out of FTL. This worried the Uncivil War, since it knew that it hadn’t done that. Deciding to risk checking its sensor feeds, it stopped, then rechecked the results.
The sensors were working perfectly, but they were reporting the impossible. The ship seemed to be hovering over an enormous expanse of open ground, rather than the empty expanse of space that was expected. It had a feeling it wasn’t in Callidian space any more.