<span style="color: #4000FF">"It's been easier than I had expected. Anything beats the apart-"</span>Daryn says relaxing at the table until the ship shakes him out of his chair. He gets up as the lights flicker in and out. Grabbing his pistol he slings it on and puts his hat on. Red alert is sounded over the intercom Daryn sprints for the door as Sarah shouts,<span style="color: #408000">"BRIDGE REPORT!!"</span>He opens the door and begins running down the hall towards the security station nearby. As the distance increases he can hear Sarah getting quieter,<span style="color: #408000">“BRIDGE!!?! ENGINEERING!!!??!?””F***, internal communications must be affected. You alright-</span>The door closed cutting off what she had said. Daryn slid to a stop at the security checkpoint where some of his subordinates looked up at him in astonishment. They let him into the small checkpoint built into the wall and stood up to allow him to access their computer terminal. Daryn began to read the data on the screen in an attempt to diagnose the problem hitting the ship.