[ WP ] The dim blue ceiling lights did little to calm you in the face of that sickening sensation of weightlessness .

Somewhere down the dimly lit hall, a blue aura of smoke pulsated red as an emergency light danced about. The claxon resonating through my skull as I fumbled from my chair, attempting to clamor for my weapon and armor. Another explosion rocked the ship as an overhead voice announced battle stations. From my porthole, fighters launched away and into the black void of space. Pulling my helmet tight, activating my HUD, brass checking my weapon, I fell as the ship began to list heavily to starboard in a haste. Not quite fast enough, close enough to my cabin, a thunderous boom and fire lit. Slowly, I began to slide out my hatch and down the gangway. My weapon flying from my hands as I clawed through my gloves for leverage. Dreaded weightlessness lifted me from the floor momentarily before being slammed back down. Emergency hatches were sealing near the explosion site, causing the artificial gravity to reactivate. Fuck this, time to leave. Trying to stand, my HUD cracked as mission orders began to read in the corner, tossing my helmet, I made for the escape pods. Jumping over littered corpses and debris in the hall, again my feet became light. Unable to stand as my body slowly floated, my hands unable to find a grasp to propel myself. Latching on to a nearby lifeless body, I was able to launch my self forward, again slamming down. On my face this time, as I felt the blood to begin to flow. Anger and lack of progress enraged me as I bellowed out, stumbling through debris. Ahead, a hatch jammed open, unable to close as smoke and sparks emitted from the gears. Sliding under and into the hangar, just in time to find a pod. Yet another wave and reverberation of explosions jumbled me about as I climbed in. Closing the pod door, I hit the emergency eject before strapping down. Flung like a rock, my body crashed onto the steel wall as I fired into space. But the steel behemoth was n't quite done with me yet...
