CRASH!!!
B'eight is again thrust from slumber, but this time in a terrifyingly physical way. Amid the sound of blaring alarms and shudders that must be felt through the entire vessel, B'eight can't determine if this is a dream or reality. While groping for the standard issue boots, typically by the bedside, a haunting realization dawns: either something has disrupted the art-grav or the gyros have been reprogrammed, because the room is at an unnatural angle. To get to the door now requires climbing an uphill slant which means that the boots, and other personal gear, has surely now collected at the opposite end of room. With the light oscillating between pitch-black and emergency red, it is difficult to see exactly where anything is.
- Forget the gear! B'eight heads for the door to get out of this death trap.
- B'eight slides down to the end of the room for boots and whatever else can be found.
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