Distress

The door spiraled only halfway open. Tarquin could smell smoke. He grumbled and ducked through, reaching to drag his toolkit after him. The gravity generators were operating erratically. Tarquin overbalanced. He grasped for one of the handgrips to stabilize himself.

The ship groaned and lurched. Tarquin fell to the floor with a grunt. There was a sudden, muffled cry from nearby. Tarquin stumbled to his feet. He shoved a prybar into the hatch of the supply closet. The door burst open, revealing a small Colony girl rubbing a bruised leg.

Tarquin sighed. “This just got a lot more complicated.”