Some progress from chapter wip. Lemme know what you guys may think should be addressed. I'd post the whole chapter wip bu im a little too drunk to cursory edit right now.

There was a massive quake on the bridge, like it was the Gods themselves furious at the situation. Lawrence was knocked back by an overwhelming typhoon. All were spun like locusts swarming up in the air, whipped by rushing fire, powerless as mortals may be against the tides of a furious river—the tireless fire blazes, scorching them all with hard, explosive blasts of flames claimed many. Gusts of smoke bellowed and swallowed Lawrence and the others whole. Lawrence hit the surface of something which blanketed his vision with a dark veil. Silence, then, the screams. Blood-curdling cries from helpless victims as the plight of survivors overwhelmed what little conscious Lawrence had left. He felt a tug—a terrible, harsh tug like he was being grabbed by an uncaring, ruthless biblical being. With with strength he could gather, Lawrence reached out and clung to something metal—rather or not it was the Command Station’s railing he had no idea of knowing. He knew in this instant he was getting sucked into the vacuum of space. There was nothing Lawrence could do—there was utter despair at the helplessness anyone could do. Lawrence’s eyes burned from the scorching smoke as he saw silhouettes of his comrades zip overhead. Dozens of his comrades tunneled, sucked, through like crabs in a seabed’s exposed pipeline, and claimed by the deadly abyss. Never to return home, never to see their loved ones again. The only thing that would be left of them would be empty gravestones and meaningless, wasted medals.


Then, having been suspended practically in zero gravity, clinging onto God knows what, he dropped to the floor—what strength he had dispelled by the cruel crash. He felt powerless, and indeed, there was an invisible, heavy blanket which kept him pinned to the cold, icy metal floor plating embracing his face with a deep freeze. There wasn’t a single muscle he could budge, and in this very moment Lawrence felt immense dread, realizing the real possibility he would get severely paralyzed in the debacle. Presently, he found himself numb everywhere, but slowly senses returned.
1/2, fuck you jewchan