ash!

“ Ash, open the damn gates! Don’t leave us in here! Wait a
minute! Open the friggin’ gates you son of a—”
A tremendous jolt rocks the ship and sends you hurtling across the
cell into the rear wall. You feel the sickening introduction of bone to
iron, and then, nothing at all.
Later—perhaps hours, perhaps days—you wake up. Your body is battered
and dehydrated, but somehow, you have survived the crash.
The plasma gate is disabled. Beyond the entryway of your cell, freedom
beckons.
But where are you? Has anyone else survived? And what awaits you
beyond the confines of the crumpled Rikers? There’s only one way to
find out, you say to yourself.
Slowly, laboriously, but insistently, you emerge from your cell…