The deck heaves suddenly, throwing you out of your bunks. The cold, steel floor leaps up to meet you, smacking you in the face like an angry lover. Standing up, you look around, not quite sure what to make of your surroundings. Then you remember...
The 3:16 Expeditionary Force. You're on a spaceship. A battle-cruiser. You've joined the ranks of the most depraved humans to destroy and kill any threat to Terra. Because that's what you are. A depraved human.
The deck trembles, startling you out of your memories. You feel the ship jerk sideways, an entirely unnatural motion. The cool blue overhead lamps flicker out suddenly, throwing you into sudden darkness. Just before your eyes have time to adjust, the sickly yellow of emergency lighting pops on. You smell smoke.
"ABANDON SHIP!", a siren blares. You recognize the gruff voice of the captain, that craggy man who lectured you for three hours when you first boarded. "ABANDON SHIP! This is not a drill! All hands to the escape pods!"
You stand up and look around, seeing your squad-mates standing around you. The air is already hazy from the smoke of burning ship compartments. "It's time to leave." one of you says. The rest nod, turning to quickly pull on pants and shoes.
First order of business: Grab your equipment.
Second: Make it to the escape pod.
Is survival even possible?