Tauth was scared, oh so scared.
Every step was hard to do. The gravity generators gone mad again, it seemed, and tried to smear the young officer over the deck’s metal.
But it wasn’t the gravity to be really dreaded of: there were more than enough reasons to fit in a full-scale hysterics. The battleship, as in its current state, could barely maintain the quarter of the nominal staff. There were some decks, where the emergency teams were forced to work in space suits equipped with magnetic holders. Here and there, the fires still go on, even though there was seemingly nothing to burn anymore.