Powering through!
…Ted’s damn safety harness had probably been cheap-ass even when it was new, back in the last century. As he was straining to get a strap tightened, he heard a pop, just as the ship shuddered and tilted. It was a pretty good tilt, too, enough to send him staggering down the deck, and right into a cargo crate. It could have been worse: Ted didn’t lose a tooth, and didn’t even break his nose. He did get a nasty cut along the scalp, which he only noticed when he put his hand to the sudden pain in his head and it came back watery-red.
“Fuck!” yelled Ted, his bloody hand leaving a smear on the crate as he levered himself up. He followed that with some of the foreign curse words he had learned lately — only to suddenly be grabbed, and pulled away from the crate. It was Rahi, who started to propel Ted to the nearest hatchway while doing some shouting himself; whatever he was saying, it didn’t sound polite. He certainly wasn’t being calm.