No sooner had the ship stopped still, before Jake fumbled for his retaining straps and snarled as he rose. Thanks to a body that had endured much before, nothing was broken or pulled but that didn't mean that this was pleasant. He rose up in the bed and rolled his aching shoulders, then took a look around by the weak emergency light.<br/><br/>His surroundings were a mess; twisted steel, glass shards, wires hanging down from the roof and some of them were sparking. The door seemed ajar; would he be able to open it? Stepping onto the floor he found his luggage; the bag of clothes and basic toiletry had opened and strewn its contains around but the other one, the small suitcase with the tricky locks, was of course unharmed. That was what it was built for.<br/><br/>He tested the door. Yep, no go. Jake checked out the room system panel; no response to any of the buttons including the door exit one; all that remained was a red signal going 'evacuate, evacuate'. No Shit. Well, the odds of room service coming around soon was probably small. He grabbed some of the cables hanging from the room, lifted himself up, swung back and then forward with a violent kick. The door creaked on its slider and then fell out.<br/><br/>The ex-officer stuck his head out and saw noone. No smoke, no warning sirens? Apparently the ship wasn't about to explode or burn. He was about to leave the room when he realised there was no locked door any more, and he returned to grab the small suitcase - which somehow locked onto his hand - before heading for the common area.