The ship shuddered and shook; it vibrated and rocked. It seemed to last forever to Melina, a miasma of unstable floors and people falling, slowly, as if gravity had been turned off and people were simply hovering mid-fall. Then, when it ended, Melina realised the unsteadiness of her feet had lasted mere seconds instead of the eternity that had seemed to pass in the moment. She was sitting down on her behind, a whole three metres from the railing she had been leaning on. Those of the Hangar deck seemed to have all fallen over. Some on to their knees, others on to their behinds like Melina, and some completely, laying prone on the floor. She even saw one person against a wall, not moving; seemingly knocked out. A hand went to the hidden pocket of her skin-tight suit, unzipping it and reaching in, making sure all the herbs she'd put in there were still intact. They were.<br/><br/>After removing her hand and zipping the pocket - that was only obviously noticeable if you knew where and what to look at - back up, Melina picked herself up, standing and looking down at herself. Her butt ached from her fall, but other than that she was fine. She moved back over to the railing, leaning down and looking over in time to see an important-looking man speak.<br/><br/>"And I have been told to inform you, the mess hall is having a banquet this evening in honour of our success."<br/><br/>A small, almost unnoticeable smile crossed the woman's face at that. It contained a hint of amusement and a slight interest.<i>A banquet in honour of our success, hm? I may just have to attend that.</i>The realisation that they had just made history; that they had done something no one else had ever done, had not seemed to hit the young mercenary yet. She looked out over the railing down at where all the other crew members were, and saw most, if not all, staring awed at something she couldn't see. A strange curiousity gripped Melina, and so she backed away from the railing and turned, striding from the Hangar Deck with her quick, silent walk, stalking the small amount of halls in her dangerous, almost feline fashion.<br/><br/>Once more she came to the Bridge doors, pushing them open and walking inside. A quick glance around displayed the same array of people she had seen when she first entered, mainly officers and higher-ups, but also some crew. She also noted the two women that had previously been standing outside the doors Melina had just entered. Upon seeing the woman who's gaze had followed her until she was out of sight, another tiny, discreet smile crossed the Merc's face. A small amusement bubbled up in her at the thought of the woman gazing at her. She'd noticed her head turn in the corner of her eye and had felt that odd sensation she always felt when a pair of eyes was on her back; that sensation that had saved her life more than once.<br/><br/>Melina moved to a space where she could see what everyone who had managed to pull themselves back to their feet were gaping at. The process required stepping over a motionless form on the floor. Some people had apparently taken more damage than others from the jump. Then her gaze fell upon a rainbow. A brilliant array of colours that left the young woman gaping. A realisation struck her like one of those bullet trains she'd seen in London when she gazed upon the beauty of the swirling, dancing, graceful colours. They'd done it. They'd made history. They had accomplished what no one had ever done before.<br/><br/>And so there she was. Standing there staring at the wonderful colours, awestruck and silent, hands resting mindlessly on the railing before her...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>