The wall ripped apart as if a miniature blackhole had suddenly formed.  Pieces of metal whipped about in crude orbits, while the door itself compressed itself into a ball of tangled metal with the sound of shrieking metal.  The rest of the room, even the rest of the ship, began to strain against the force of gravity.  A person began to slide towards Quasar, caught in the well.  Behind him, a hose broke free from the containment unit with a hiss.  A foul scent filled the area as a yellow-green mist began to spray.<br/><br/>As the force of the gravity lessened the hostages began to stumble and run towards the door.  A few let Superbus carry them, but none were interested in waiting around to be caught in the reaction.  They didn't stop once they were on the docks, they kept stumbling away from the ship.<br/><br/>"Farther.  Big."  One gasped out as he ran as hard as he could.  Above, the helicopter still circled.