The shuttle rocked slightly, rose to a predetermined height, and then swerved.

The shuttle rocked, then began to spin.

His hand lurched off the control panel and the small shuttle rocked.

The shuttle rocked slightly beneath his feet.

The shuttle rocked, and someone cried out that a surface-to-air missile had taken out the one immediately ahead of them.

The shuttle rocked again, more violently than before, as though punched by a giant.

An instant later, the shuttle rocked as if it had been physically struck.

His first shot missed, and the shuttle rocked as the fighters' phasers slammed into the shields.

He missed, but spoiled their aim, and the shuttle rocked only from the impact of the bolt corona.

Sure enough, seconds later, the shuttle rocked from side to side, though more gently than he expected.