The ‘everyone alright?’ call wasn’t answered by many, but only one of them was truly in distress. Kruss had poured himself a drink to calm his trembling hands, having retired to his rooms as the trouble started. He was about to chuck back the glass of liquor when the ship started shaking violently and he had lost his footing. Time slowed down as his long drink glass, for some reason that seemed appropriate for this day, shattered as the bottle and glass collided. Kruss dropped the bottle to find a handhold to steady himself and finding the back of his desk-chair but the gravitational pull suddenly kicked in, yanking Kruss forward to hit the table. He regained consciousness only as Jacque made the announcement ‘everyone alright?’ it made Kruss wonder. Wonder why he couldn’t move, what the hot feeling in his neck was, what the burning pain that came from his neck a moment later was and why his scream was transformed into a gurgle.