[quote=@Terminal]
"... You there, gearhead!" The male pavise knight turned his head towards Luca. All traces of fear had evaporated, replaced only with a grim kind of desperation. "You could survive the acceleration! Push her into the wall, grab on, and let your feet hang out behind you! Once the walls start to slow down, we can all grab on and ring up..."

"You fucking bastard! You don't know that the slug won't shed our velocity! We're still inside it, that part should still work! It's gravy, not a fucking bungee cord!" Hiecro shouted, fury blooming across her features. "Don't do it gearhead!"[/quote] 

Luca started moving as soon as the Pavise knight made it clear what he was asking for. By the time Hiecro voiced her concerns, he was already moving -- in the same slow, calculated manner he had used to brace for impact, which is to say taking his sweet time. He didn't know where it came from, but something was egging him on from within. 

[quote]" Even you can't calculate how my bits and pieces would be affected! They could fly back inwards and kill us all!"[/quote]

"We were sent here to suffer, right?" he said, sounding so tart that he surprised himself. [i]No.... that's not me.[/i] But he was reaching for Hiecro all the same. [i]She's right, I have no idea what will happen -- I have no idea what this technology is, I have no idea what ANY of this is! But I do know one thing.[/i]

"Hang on," he said. He gave Hiecro a look with something deep and meaningful and probably a little bit confusing behind it.

[i]I know me.[/i]

He pushed her, and grabbed her by the wrist. He let his feet hang out behind him -- but Hiecro wasn't the one moving. Luca calculated everything as well as he could. He drifted backwards towards the spinning wall, with Hiecro acting as his anchor towards the center of the.... slug, was it? It didn't matter. He did the best he could. If it all worked out, then he'd wind up planting his feet on the revolving shield -- that might reduce the initial friction, or it might cause some spontaneous nuclear explosion. It might slow the rotation of the vessel, or it might splatter his bits all over the compartment like a Bycroff mine in a kindergarten. Oh well. [i]This is all I got,[/i] he thought.