Kiew felt the ship surge suddenly, her weight rocked back.  Jarringly, she hit the floor.  Kiew was unable to brace her fall, her head knocking against the metal grating, her hair becoming unbound and wild.<br/><br/>"What the hell is he doing?  Trying to get us all killed?" she spat as she tried to roll toward the wall where she would be less susceptible to the velocity of the ship's wild ride.  Nestling in a corner, Kiew huddled with the chair's legs pegged tight against the wall.  At least these ones were runners.  Stopping would only get them killed.