Pitch black. No sound. Only the fog of breath condensing on his visor. With each step his weightlessness caused him to bounce as he moved laterally across the ships outer deck. The suits gravity sensors were failing and his air was running out.

" Find a damn entry port or your finished before seeing this thing through Shep!". He said beginning to panic as his power meter went black.

Clammering and holding on to whatever he could in the dark while searching for a hatch, Shep finally found a small maitenenece port. Just in time too, as he grasped the handle to the porthole his gravitational assistance gave out and his body began to float beyond his control. Without that handle, Shep would be floating uncontrolably through space. A few minutes later, as his air supply emptied he would have been dead, floating through space. Shep opened the port hatch and made it inside the depressurization tank just as his air supply did run out.

Shep removed the useless suit and felt the freedom of movement once again, yet the weight of his body returned also. Along with the pain of the bullet in his leg. Opening the door to the maitenence tank, he peered left and right for a clear path before exiting. He was in an unknown portion of the ship with only the faintest idea of where it was he needed to be.

" Make it to the bridge, confront the captain, save the civilians ? Or kill them officers and claim this space ship as our own if we have too." Those were the last words ol' Jesse told him before taking his final breath. That old man had spunk for as old as he was. Although what Ol'Jesse had in tenacity he equally lacked in trust for those in control of the ship. Not the captain or the officers keeping all the secrets and decisions to themselves. He used to tell Shep "For so long, as long as seven generations the civilians had been living in depreaciating circumstances. Its become a wasteland in the civilian quadrants. Killing and ruthless acts of vicious gangs terrified good people, and turned this place into a damn Wild West in Space."

As Shep has made his way out of the civilian quads and into the personel and officers quadrants he had seen the level of living conditions he and the rest of the civilians have done without. Luxuries and tech that only live in tall tales back home, were everyday convienences for these people. Moving through the corridors Shep quickly turns back around a corner as he spots two shadows moving down the hall. Pulling his blaster out of the holster Shep wipes the sweat from his brow and prepares for a gun battle in close quarters. His heart is pounding and he says through his teeth.

" This is for you Jesse, lets get these bastards." He swings wide around the corners edge and takes aim.