Within about a minute after the ships collided all the lights went out and the doors slid open on their own. The only light sources were small yellow lights along the base of all the walls. Dave could only assume it was emergency lighting for just this type of occasion. Dave could hear sounds of panicked people floating in through the opened door and sounds that he could confidently assume were small arms fire. Looking around the now darkened room He saw absolutely no options for a place to hide. It is a very strange dichotomy when your fight or flight response kicks in, yet you have nothing to fight and nowhere for flight.
Breaking himself out of immobility he started pulling himself towards the door. "Cam?" Dave asked quietly. This time the ships computer was silent. Figuring it's better to try something and fail, than do nothing and see what happens Dave stuck his head out into the corridor. Aside from the noises he was hearing and the dim yellow glow from the emergency lights he saw nothing and began to venture out. He made a right as he exited the room and pulled himself down along the corridor using the edges of door frames as he went. He silently wondered how a space faring vehicle that could possibly lose gravity didn't have periodic hand holds along all surfaces built in.
The first hallway was uneventful. As all the doors were open he looked into each one but with the low level of light he really couldn't make out anything of note. He arrived at a T-junction at the end of the first hallway and saw movement down the passage to his right. Squinting his eyes as he peered down the hallway he saw a figure walking down the hallway at a brisk pace. As confusion began to tickle his brain he realized that some sort of magnetic footwear must be standard issue for all ship crews. Since he was still wearing his comfy driving shoes he was at a disadvantage.
His assumption of magnetic footwear was confirmed when the form moving down the corridor turned around suddenly and put their hands up. He made out the words "Please No..." through his translator before he noticed another shadowy figure at the end of the hallway. Two bright flashes came from the new figure along with two bangs and the first figure jerked twice and slumped backwards with it's feet still planted firmly on the floor. This definitely became a flight moment and his only reasonable direction for flight was back the way he came.
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Pulling on every door frame as hard as he could he floated down the hallway, past the room he started in, to the other end of the hallway and another T-junction. Without too much thought he turned left and continued. as he floated he took a moment to turn his head to see if he was being followed. Nothing there. Before he could turn back around he ran into something that gave way. After tumbling for a moment and slamming into the wall he noticed that it was another deceased Fa-Wel crew member in much the same state as the one that just died, feet stuck to the floor and body flopped over awkwardly to the side.
A short wave of nausea arose within him but he started moving down the hallway again before it could take over. This hallway ended with no junction, but an open door. "Shit, shit, shit" he said quietly to himself. He floated into the door and swiftly slammed against a wall just a few feet inside narrowly missing another head injury. It didn't take long to come to the realization that he was in an elevator shaft, or is it turbolift shaft? Whatever, he would ponder it later. He looked up and could see several open doors stretching out above him. When he looked down he saw only one open door and then darkness. The elevator or lift car must be down there so he decided that up, up and away was the way to go.
Figuring the top most level would be the best way to find a bridge or command deck, Dave continued to pull himself up. As he passed the first couple of floors he still heard sounds of shouting and gun fire which diminished as he got closer to the doorway at the top. Reaching the top of the shaft he navigated his way through the door and into a short hallway with one door on either side and a third door ahead. The door ahead of him had a significantly brighter light source coming from it than just the emergency lighting. Moving forward he entered the well lit room and as his eyes adjusted he saw several floating Fa-Wel bodies including one he recognized as Captain Strint.
As he turned to try and take in the whole room his eyes fell upon another being in the room who appeared to be clad in a complete armor and helmet getup. Mentally kicking himself for just rushing into the light at the end of the tunnel he didn't have time to get back out. The being turned and clearly looked at Dave despite the front of his helmet being a darkened type of glass. "This isn't the laundry room!" Dave exclaimed in mock outrage. "I'll just be going now" He added as the being lifted his hand. In said hand was clearly some type of firearm. A flash and a bang later and Dave's world went black.