You know from experience that trying to break through the plasma gate
will only result in frustration and a nasty headache. If this bucket is
going down, I am not going to die like a caged rat in this stinking cell,
you tell yourself. I’ve got to get to the emergency shuttle.
Just then, the cell blocks head guard pauses outside of your cell to
scrawl something in his ever-present log book.
“Hey Ash, what the hell’s going on!?”
“What do you thinks going on genius? We’re going down. Now shut
your yap and strap yourself in.”
“Are you insane? Turn off the gates! Let us get to the shuttle!”
Ash’s smirk and amused snort before he walks away fill you with
almost enough rage to burst right through the plasma gate and tear
his head off.