"Good afternoon.
We regret to inform you that there has been a slight malfunction with the engine systems. Please do not panic. My calculation approximate that this flight will soon terminate in two hours. The Starship Lemonheart will impact on the surface of the fifteenth Royal Monarchy of the Neo-Alaskan Empire- please do not forget to put on a life jacket. There is a complimentary peanut pack in your left pocket, courtesy of Rio insurance policy and tumble dryer services. "

The sound of a cheerful, happy-go-lucky voice rang across the deck of the ship.

"It was a delight to serve you on this starship. If you enjoyed this endeavor, please do not forget to fill in the questionnaire on the way out."

There was a enormous crash and the sound of creaking metal that interrupted the voice on the intercom.

"....also, please remember that all decks from 15 to 99,999 are currently non-useable due to radiation and the lack of oxygen. If you have any complaints, please go to any reception desk from decks 15 to 99,999 and talk to our staff. Thank you for your patience."

In a room, filled with fire and smoke, and a gaping hole in the wall that showed the deep, blackness of space, were a group of people on the floor, in the rubble, only just barely conscious enough to hear the AI.

"I will happily answer any questions, dear passengers."

There was a short pause as if the computer was stopping for a deep breath.

"Please enjoy the remainder of your life and flight." Lemony said, and the voice stopped, leaving the ship in the darkness, sinking into the deep abyss.

"Joseph. Put on some decent clothes will you?" A chubby lady dressed in a fancy dress decorated with diamonds and pearls snapped.

"I'm not even going to the banquet mum," Joseph protested irritably thrusting his hands into his jeans pockets.

"This event is a big deal young man," His mother shouted.

"Then don't let me interrupt," he muttered angrily, wishing she would just get off his back.

"Don't you sass me Joseph!" She bellowed, following up with a loud cracking slap.

Joseph simply stood there unflinching. Instead averted his eyes glaring down at the fancy carpet, saying noting. The urge to slap her back was great, but Joseph managed to hold himself back.

"You are coming down to meet your father and I at the banquet. And," She added dangerously, thrusting her fat finger at his king size bed. "You will be dressed nicely in that tuxedo laying on the bed that your father went through the trouble to pick out."

Clenching his teeth tightly, Joseph tried to hold back the words swarming at the tip of his tongue.

"If you don't show up then you will be getting much more than just a slap." With that being said, she marched out of the room, her nose held high.

Continuing to stand there, Joseph glared at the carpet as if to burn a hole through it. Eventually tearing his eyes away, he made a grab for the tuxedo and flung it across the room in frustration. Leaping onto the large bed he snatched one of the many pillows, squeezing it so tightly as if attempting to drain any life from it. He was sick of this. No more mum or dad Joseph decides to himself, trying to keep from shouting out. It was time to move on by myself. Punching a button that was set next to the bed, a female recording said pleasantly, "Room service. How may I help you?"

A backpack," Joseph mutters. Now with excitement. "Filled with food."

"What type of food?" It asked happily.

"I don't care. Just put some bread in it."

"It will be with you soon," the recording said still happily, and clicked off.

Automatically the door opened and a robot entered, carrying a fat backpack. "Room service," The robot said in what you would imagine to be a robots voice. Handing it to Joseph as he sat up in the bed, it exited back out without a word.

Pulling the straps over his shoulders, Joseph stood up from the bed. For the first time he was going to bail out on his parents. A smile slowly worked itself across his lips as he walks to the door. But his smile vanished as the door shut behind him, looking down the endless corridor. I need a map he thinks and turns back to the door. But it won't open.

"Password?" Asked the same carefree happy voice that was on the room service speakers.

"Great," He mutters, Looking back down the corridor in both directions. There isn't a soul in sight. Everyone must be at the banquet, Joseph assumes, shrugging his shoulders. No turning back now. Strolling down the corridor, Joseph looked about for an exit sign or something that suggests an escape pod. He found nothing. Nothing to even see besides door after door and a flush carpet leading the way.

After what seemed to last forever, the end of the corridor finally came into sight. And at the very end was another door just like the others. No sign or anything indicated where the door led to. Hesitating for a moment, Joseph shrugged his shoulders figuring one of these doors have got to take him to some kind of exit. Turning the knob slowly to just open the door a crack, he wanted to make sure he wasn't walking into the banquet. But little did Joseph know that what waited behind the door was much worse. Something that would forever scar him for life.

Peering in, he saw something purple, and a terrible thought occurred to him. Then he saw green spots on it. Gasping, Joseph recognized what it was. And even worse, it saw him. It even started to sing the song he dreaded the most. "I love you. You love me-"

Slamming the door shut, Joseph clutched his chest, gasping for breath. "Just when I thought that dinosaur was out of my life," Joseph muttered under his quick and uneven breaths. Gathering himself together, he placed his hand on the handle of another door. Expecting the worse, he swung the door open. But nothing was wrong about this room. In fact there were people in here. About a handful of adults. They all seemed to ignore Joseph's entrance. Unlike what I've seen so far, this room wasn't fancy like the others. It was just a plain room with practically nothing in it.

Closing the door behind him, Joseph decides to ask one of them for directions, strolling casually up to the closest of them. It was a guy with blond hair put up into a pony tail. Strangely he looked like someone who would eat babies.

"Um, Sir? Excuse me but-" Suddenly before he knew it, there was a big crashing sound as if it came from the ship itself. Joseph smashed into a wall, His backpack full of bread luckily cushioning him. But even with this he instantly blacked out.
An announcement over the intercom was made, but Joseph couldn't hear it.

"Listen up, Mike!" a big muscular man with pointing finger is shouting to a much smaller man "I want you to inspect all equipment in sector CT23. All of them..." "Not that you need to do that, I mean, this ship is state-of-the-art! No asteroid could make a dent on this... but you know, regulations. And we wouldn't want our lovely captain yell on us about these kind of things."

"Aye, aye, John! No worries, I'll wrap it up in just 2 hours. Just enough time to take the watch turns in that banquet!" the smaller male replies with big smile and a salute. Johnson, his full name, is one of the many Lemonheart's first mate. And he is a close co-work of Michaell. Johnson is one friendly and likeable guy, unlike his big body and somewhat-intimidating face suggest. Everyone likes him... at least every other deck-mates are.

Immediately after Johnson took off to continue his job watching the upper deck (where the banquet takes place, Michaell leave for sector CT23. CT23 is a place where they keep all kind of currently unneeded equipments but could be very important when the time comes, like when they need to fix things onboard. It's quite a hassle to keep them all in check and ensure all of them are in perfect working condition all the time. Fortunately (for the crews), Lemonheart have high-spec, high-tech AI and all kind of expensive equipments. It's them that do the inspection, not Michaell. Now, what Michaell have to do, is to check that equipment that could check other equipments.

While Michaell is heading sector CT23, suddenly there's a deafening crashing sound followed by a huge shockwave that could tilt the whole ship upside down if they're not in space. Still the shockwave is big enough to knocks everyone and everything down on the floor. After regaining his composure, Michaell is trying to stand up and grasp the situation "Ouch, what happened?". After pausing for a moment and take a deep breath, he shouts at an intercom "Lemony, just what the heck is going on?"

Anjali was slowly making her way down a corrider, pausing every now and then to carefully scan the crowd. She'd misplaced the professer- again. "All my work to make sure we both know our way around this place, and of course he screws up," she muttered. Her copy of the most detailed map of the ship available was tucked securely into her back pocket. She'd just found the professer's sitting abandoned on his pillow.
"As if he could tell left from right without help," she thought. Most likely if she didnt find him he'd wander around for hours, too proud to admit he was lost. silly goose pride. If something happened while they were separated, the chances of her finding him in the chaos would shrink to almost zero. Things could seriously go downhill from there.
As if on cue, the metal wall next to Anjali suddenly caved inward, crumpled into itself. The resulting shock threw her backward, and she slammed into the opposite wall so hard she saw stars. She struggled to her feet, winded, and saw that the whole tunnel was now a smoking mess. Immediately she began running. In this supposedly invincible ship, even a small casualty could mean impending doom. She had to find the professer.

Jose hated this kind of thing. Crowded in by banquet guests trapped by their small talk and laughter. He tugged at the collar of his dress uniform and and considered bailing on the whole event. "I'd rather be surrounded by the enemy than these fools," he muttered to himself. The peppy melodies being played by the band were making Jose's teeth hurt. He was supposed to be enjoying himself but it was something he hadn't done in years. he did his job. He missed the structure and routine of life on base and the adrenaline rush of the battlefield. Making his decision he edged out the banquet hall and ducked into the nearest corridor.

He began trying to find his way back to his quarters in the maze of hallways and doors. As he turned a corner he felt the vibration and the shudder of metal crumbling under impact. He knows this sound. He's heard it before. Knocked off balance and into a stairwell he shakes off the pain tumbling down a few steps. He hears screams and shouting. He feels the adrenaline start to kick in but this isn't combat. It's something else.

'To our dear passengers.
The source of the damage to the engines cannot be traced.'

There was a short pause as Lemony's circuits whirred and clicked.

'Here is a message from our captain.'

The sound of a man screaming filled the intercom and then there was silence.