Boots on Deck

Diagnostics complete. Joints responded to internal impulse. I pushed up from the flat wooden surface and brought my right knee forward. Directly ahead lay an overturned transport hull and scattered gear. Reaching down, I secured a small black blaster carbine from the smooth tabletop. Grip confirmed. I took one steady step toward the perimeter of the woven tray, established a defensive posture, and began surveying the zone.