Chapter 68: What. The. Fuck.
Derek was woken up quite rudely when he faceplanted against the ceiling. And, for some unfathomable reason, he stayed up there.
Biting back a string of curses, he rolled off the blanket his body was pinning against the cool metal, yet for some reason, the offending piece of fabric fell back onto his bed. And when he “stood”, his shirt fell over his face, likewise affected by “normal” gravity while his own was reversed, so he shoved it back up and into the waistband of pajama bottoms.
And then he realized the [Alcubierre Bubble] was down, despite the fact that they shouldn’t have stopped for months, and were nowhere near anything worth stopping for.
Something was really wrong …
Derek took a couple of seconds to adapt to the upside-down layout of the door panel, then slapped the “open” button and started running towards the bridge as best he could.
Though all the things up on the ceiling that were normally neatly tucked away there, from the lights to easy access to cables and pipes for repairs, proved to be quite the tripping hazards when you actually had to run up there.
That was the moment his pajama top once more succumbed to gravity and flipped down over his face.
Swearing, Derek tried to compensate with his [Aura], and was able to avoid the first ceiling light … but not the second, the power he really, really, really should have been practicing more with, failing him the very first time he’d truly needed it.
He stumbled, triggering [Phantom Armor] to do something he really should have done at the start, and replaced his floppy pajamas with his tight-fitting shipsuit. Which was mostly just a more tightly tailored set of clothing that wouldn’t catch on anything, with pockets that would contain things he’d need even more immediately present than the contents of his storage ring. It also provided a degree of protection, though it had absolutely nothing on actual armor.