There's an Up (and We can't reach It)

1 - To a safe Landing

Cellbit only managed to reach for the single medpack, before the guy that helped them in, slammed the hatch shut and the pod rumbled to life. And well, he only managed to reach for it.
A jolt went through the space, throwing them forward.
For a second it confused him. He hadn't put in the code for launch, but fairly realising, the stranger probably pushed the outside button hastily. But that second was enough to lose clarity for just a moment.

His hand failed to hold on to the cabinet of the Medkit to keep him stable, and in an attempt to latch on to something else and not fall, not again, his other hand let go of his friend.
There was only a quick yelp before Pac was flung away from him by the force, landing somewhere against the far right wall and Cellbit struggled to hold on to the cold ladder which his fingers now found.
The pod was trembling with after-shock.
The speakers just outside the pod's locked frame crackled to life and with a hiss the voice, which already echoed everywhere in the spaceship, now also sounded from somewhere above their heads.

crack "-ease abandon ship via escape pods." The speaker hissed faintly and the whole ordeal began again. The female voice, too calm and secure for everything that's happening right in that moment, began its speech, latching on to the last note of a wailing siren, having just barely winced through the hiss of the failing connection to the speaker. "Protocole de sécurité d'urgence, veuillez abandonner le vaisseau par les nacelles d'évacuation." and the siren rung out again.

Cellbit stared up in defiance, as if his eyes could bore through the hard, metal hatch.

He wanted to rip that speaker out. Get his hands on it. Because how dare it sound so calm?
Pull it out from the wall. It was confusing him. Should he just relax and be rational?
Tug at the cables until they snapped. But there was still screaming outside. How could he be calm when-
...And then the piece of electricity fell to the floor, useless (or it would have been that, if he could just touch it).

A whine sounded from behind him and Cellbit's mind returned to clarity. The shaking was already over but alas, the pod still hung connected to the main ship. Failed launch if he had to guess. And if that guess was right, the next automatic launch would send them off – with an even more violent start than before too.

Pac was already leaning heavily against the rounded panel at the side, trying to hoist himself up on his elbows, yet his legs buckled under him again. His friend fell to the floor again with nothing more than a hiss, but while quickly approaching to help, Cellbit took note of clear, bleeding marks from where he bit into his lip, presumably not to yell out.
The sound of explosion vibrated through the metal walls again, just as he pulled Pac up so his weight wouldn't all fall on his injured leg.

He quickly turned, quite nearly stepping on his friend's bad leg, but stumbled into place soon, facing the other's back.
Hands went under trembling shoulders, legs stood and walked so another leg could only slightly shake and let its twin rest. And still, Pac's grunts of pain echoed throughout the small space, running inside Cellbit's ears much clearer than the screams.

Screams were still heard through the hatch, echoing, echoing, ever stopping, is that an echo or someone new? Knowing those belonged to others
Focus-

To others who were trying to get into the pods, or those trapped behind metal barriers or walls of flames, having no access to any escape, not like you, you ungrateful-

The back of his thigh bumped into the edge of the flat seat, making him halt abruptly and shoving the back of Pac's ribs into his knees.
The other man at his feet whined loudly, and as if it was clear oxygen entering his lungs, his mind cleared again, like catching for a breath.

He again, could ignore the image of people in a similar uniform as him, crying out as flames already licked through the fabric and swirled up their skin,
His own lungs felt as if filling with ugly smoke, just at the mere thought, god how must they feel like, just.. Just,
Not again.