I go about 2/3rds of the way one of the aisles and place the package between two of the missiles. Pressing the activation button and the indicator changes from green, to red, and then dark. If all goes according to plan, in less than 17 minutes, this entire ship will become a very hot ball of rapidly expanding gas. And if I don’t want to be part of that, then it’s time to leave.

I float back towards the doors when with a sudden thump I slam to the deck. They’ve turned the grav back on. They must have figured out that we are better trained in zero g combat than they are. Well that means that the party is going to get a lot warmer, a lot sooner.

I spring up and hoof it towards the door. Before I can reach it I hear a clang and a hiss. I’m not alone anymore.