There was an extended pause, then the console lights began to flash lazily.

A couple of console lights faded and went dark.

The bridge crew looked like the living dead under the eerie glow of console lights.

They stood side by side watching the glittering heavens; behind them the console lights moved in rhythmic silence.

Our light came from the glowing autosurgeon and from some of the console lights.

His console lights were flickering from amber to red.

All the console lights went out.

But finally the console lights came back on and a familiar hum of power filled the room.

The colored lights blinked and flashed in the illusion of order, for no particular reason, like the console lights on a television starship.

Pike had often wished there could be at least some bright colors, besides the console lights, to break up the monotony.