There was no easy way out of it. Even with awakened capable of flight, there was no fighting their way out. Awakened or not, their fate seemed to be headed for doom.

The reality left the hall in silence. Each soldier was forced to confront the spiraling thoughts in their head.

After a few more tremors, the soldiers started to funnel out of the room, heading towards somewhere.

Curious, Kieran followed. He wondered what they thought they could do in a situation like this, where their fates were left in the hands of the storm and the pilots.

His curiosity led him to the armoury , where the soldiers had taken up their gear, cleaning and inspecting like they were about to go into battle.

"What are they doing?"

"I don’t know."

Derrick, who had tagged along, looked at them wearing a confused expression.

He, too, had understood the nature of their situation. He understood that there was nothing he could do, and he simply did that, nothing.

Kieran, too, understood that, and despite a growing unwillingness, he did nothing cause there was nothing to do.

The soldiers, on the other hand, seemed to think that they had some power over the situation.

"It’s pointless."

Kieran got closer to one and pointed out what was quite obvious.

The soldier looked up with annoyance on his face but softened up upon parting his lips.

A sigh left his mouth as he raised his blade, staring at his own reflection on it.

"We know. It’s pointless."

"But it’s more pointless to just accept things without looking past them. It seems performative, but it’s the least we can do."

He said, giving the blade some more shine.

Kieran’s eyes lost focus as he turned to his thoughts.

He felt as though he could understand what he said, as pointless as it sounded. He, too, had way too much to lose if he died now — revenge.

When he thought about it, the feeling of unwillingness surged in him, but an equal amount of helplessness came with it.

Another tremors swept him out of his thoughts and to the ground with his poor footing.

’It’s happening’

The tremors had been increasing in magnitude and frequency, a clear sign that the storm was becoming something the ship wasn’t destined to handle.

The moment of truth, or rather despair, was about to arrive.

It had arrived.

"Brac—"

The voice from the speaker was cut short, a tremors surpassing all the others combined, taking the ship as the lights went out, leaving them disoriented and in darkness.

Kieran felt the ship tilt, his body smashing into a wall that had now become a floor.

Alas, that was the best of it.

Screams and shouts filled the armory, as the ship twisted and turned in a way unfitting and seemingly impossible for a craft its size.

And their bodies bore the damage, smashing into the walls, floors, and shelves around.

Kieran struggled into a fetal position, his arms around his head, trying to protect his vitals and stay awake.

’Curiosity really did kill the cat!’

Kieran tightened his arms around his head. His curiosity had led him to the armoury, a place filled with so many weapons and sharp objects that could kill him or wound him fatally if he fell on them wrongly.

Between being smashed between the steel bunkbed frames or being pierced like a piece of meat, Kieran didn’t know which was better.

He just knew that he had happened to be in one of the worst spots to being in when the storm evolved.

Amidst his painful tumbling like a cloth in a washing machine. He heard a sound that made his soul shiver. Fear even more than he was feeling, gripping him.

The sound of the ship groaning. He could hear and feel the ship groan and deform inside the storm.

His back hit a wall, and he felt himself fall through, several gashes, tearing their way into his skin.

The pain made him wince, but he was more concerned as to where he was falling towards.

"Arghhh!"

He fall was broken, but he felt a blunt edge drive into his back where he had just been injured.

He opened his eyes, trying to see if he could tell where he was in the spinning ship.

He couldn’t.

All he saw was darkness.

His eyes lit up gold, activating his ability, making the room appear clearer to him.

Still, he had no idea what he was looking at.

Scattered books and shattered glasses all around. The place had lost its original appearance completely, but the stretched and deformed metal walls troubled him deeply.

The ship was starting to get spread and compressed by the flow of the storm.

The wall of the amoury must have been stretched too, tearing it open, creating the gap he had fallen through.

He scanned the room, trying to push himself towards a wall that still had its shape, more or less.

His body smashed into the ground, and he dug his claws in, trying to get a firm grip.

Objects like books and broken pieces of wood kept flying around, smashing into him, but he managed to keep himself rooted.

Beads of sweat had accumulated on his forehead, his heart skipping beats whenever he heard the ship groan and the walls tear.

The uncomfortable, sticky feeling from his back didn’t help things either

In the darkness, with nothing to do but to hang on with dear life, he was more conscious than ever.

The burning and tearing on his back as he flexed his arms dulled his thoughts, but a loud tearing sound made him snap his eyes open.

It wasn’t from the walls, but rather a shelve bolted tightly to the floor where he was swinging from.

The fact that it hadn’t been ripped off the floor for so long was a testament to how secure it was.

Well, no longer.

The torque generated by the ship had started to rip it off the floor, and it’s fall tilted towards his position.

With his body, being flung around, he tried to claw his way to another position, but that was a stupid mistake.

Pulling out a hand, the ship twisted, and his one arm was almost pulled out of his socket.

The intensity of the twists had skyrocketed, leaving him dizzy when he tried to look around.

Struggling to get his second hand back on the floor, he heard a loud bang, and his vision blacked out soon after, feeling a heavy weight tearing his second arm out the floor and knocking him out cold as the ship continued to be wrecked by the storm outside.