Firus led me off the bridge and up towards the top decks, striding up the steps with purpose.

“Miles. How are we for cannon?”
No hesistation.
“All the cannons are fine, sir. If that weren’t the case, we wouldn’t have taken the order to move – the pressure deficiency in Sideline Four might mean the top-hand port group might be slow on the recharge, but they’re operable. We can fight if we have to.”
“Then we’ll get up to the lookout. I want to see for myself.”

The deck tilted backwards suddenly, throwing my grip and balance off. Instinctively I reached out a hand and clipped my sleeve to the railing, turning the imminent fall into a slight mis-step. Firus was halfway up the next set already, seemingly unaffected by the angle.

“He’s taking us into the cloud layer afore the ghost flares pop, Miles. By the time they go off, we’ll be out of sight. Keep up, lad!”