-“I would advise that everyone hold onto something!” The voice of Vedius snapped Zuriel out of his pondering of who to give the serums and he recognized the klaxon for incoming fire.

Instinctively he latched on a roof support beam with his mechandrite arm which gave him a rock solid stance and readied himself for the impact.

The ship shook and while some who didn't manage to grab on in time or didn't bother was flung to the floor, Zuriel barely moved an inch.
The situation was getting more and more chaotic, suitable considering most of the present.
After Vedius suggested they board an enemy vessel he knew everyone on this ship was crazy apart from him.

While the situation around him kept going out of control, Zuriel spotted a holding apparatus that had been severely damaged from the attack.
Inside was a single odd gem, shining with a sort of unnatural alien gleam, reminding him of a picture of a galaxy, Zuriel couldn't help himself so he simply pocketed it.
He had a plan with this one.

-“Prepare for a boarding action, or prepare to die.” Vedius voice boomed out once more, Zuriel simply raised his puny hellpistol and looked around him skeptically to see if any of the others followed suit.