The Klingon pushed two more people through the hatch and got a whiff of sheer sweat, terror and anxiety. He wasn't looking forward to going inside - until he heard a noise.
The noise was the sound of hundreds of tree trunks snapping at once, a mountain of debris clattering along at 400 km/hr. It was a dull, horrifying roar, and Worf found himself tossing the colonists through the tiny hatch.
Worf could barely hear his own words as the roar filled his senses and the ground vibrated with impending doom. the Klingon never moved faster or more efficiently as he leapt through the hatch and spun the wheel shut behind him. He braced himself on the wheel, daring the terrible, oncoming force to rop the hatch from his grasp...