Since the beginning of the flight, Martin has spent most of his time on his post. He was such a kind of person that prefers to do something too many times than not enough. All in all, in space nothing can be 100% sure. He was checking the CCTV system, when he saw a terrible scene.

-Oh my... Craver on board... Craver on board!!-he shouted. That was an unexpected situation, even though he remembered that there is a Craver on the ship. He was called Decius, or something like that. Everybody were informed that he is disconnected from his swarm, so he isn't dangerous. But if the connection returned...

-Security, this is Martin Ladderman-Corvus!-he shouted to the communicator-I have a crazy Craver on my CCTV image from the life support room, and I suppose something should be done right now!-

When he said this, he saw that there is more people in the room. Laudamas and... Valorum

-Captain is in danger?-Martin whispered to himself-I should be there-he added

Then, he took out his favorite weapon, a one-handed plasma lancer, and ran to the life support room.

"Hello," says Decius to Laudmas. "I am Decius, born of fire and war, tamed through passion and pain." After a pause he adds: "I believe you are holding up six digits. In regards to what happened, I appear to have suffered a breakdown of my willpower and enacted a pacification protocol to stop myself from causing immediate harm to the crew. If you would like to know, the measure was completed 3.75993 seconds before I would have started destroying crew members. Thanks to the tactful hesitancy of our captain to destroy me before I became a threat, I have miraculously survived."

Valorum stands at the doorway, a crimson air of command standing to attention around him. Footsteps sound down the hall, and their urgent beat tells him of their intent. Checking the planted tags only confirms his suspicions. Someone had raised the alarm. Whoever it was, they must have access to the feeds inside of the life support chamber, or be him constantly. The Craver would find this person soon enough.

"There are three men converging on our position from the corridor," Decius says to the stout Vodyani guarding the door. "Two with armor piercing rifles and one with a clearing shotgun. They should stand down at your command, but they will not fall to reason if they catch sight of me, Valorum. I would advise that you shut the door."

((Don't worry, IT guy. I haven't counted you in my combatant analysis check (paragraph 3). Those were just the guys I tagged from security who have come to help you, and I cant see you because of the engine's interference. Good reaction to the situation, though.))

Decius looks the hard faced doctor straight in the eyes, his nearly bottomless pits searching deep within the Robot's soul. "I always feel the pain of living. It does not subside."

The Craver assesses his legs, and then slides two of his hands underneath him. Pushing himself upwards his limbs unfold beneath him; still weak from the euphoria shot he teeters slightly to one side or the other before finally regaining his balance.

"I think I can stand up myself. Thank you for your assistance, Doctor."

While he was still running, Martin loaded the lancer. Of course, the energetic weapon didn't need bullets, but energy. Two nanocarbon batteries contained enough powe to keep the plasma generator working throughout 4 hours, or 4 shots. After activating the generator, plasma started to gather in the barrel. When trigger was pressed, it was fired out in kind of electromagnetic jacket in order to explode after hit with the power of hand grenade.

When Martin reached doors of the life support room, he stopped, hearing. A quiet buzzing of generator  mixed with the sounds from the room. There were three different voices, so it looked like Decius returned to consciousness. Despite that, Martin still kept his finger on the trigger. As soon as he heard guards' footsteps, he entered the room. Well, in fact he tried to enter, because then he saw Valorum standing just upon him. 

-Oh, captain... I hope everything is fine...-he said, trying to hide the weapon-What has just happened there?-

((Thanks for info and for your opinion. By the way, do Cravers know, what the ,,soul'' is?))

When Corvus and the rest of the Saviour's security detail come barrelling around the corner, weapons-ready, they see Valorum standing outside of the Life-Support room door, looking in their direction. Ensuring that Stormbreaker is sheathed and secured as they all approach, Valorum steps forward and holds out a hand as a sign for them to stop, saying:

"Please stand down. There's no danger to the crew. Decius has just had something of an anxiety attack and Laudmas is tending to him now."

One of the other soldiers, a younger-looking Pilgrim man named Chidi Tehiki, was bouncing on his heels from the mention of a Craver on board, eyeing Decius over Valorum's shoulder as he insists:

"We should restrain it. Leaving it free and mobile in that state is dangerous! It could hurt the crew!"

Valorum's gaze shifted to the cadet as he calmly replied:

"So could all of you. This Craver is also a part of our crew. He's the Saviour's Gunner, and his name is Decius. Have you not seen him aboard before now?"

The engineer sighed as she lit another cigarette on the bridge, watching the strange yellow cloud through the canopy.  Her watches felt like they were getting longer as the flight went on so, naturally, she'd started bending the rules as anyone with her background would.

She'd only just settled back in her seat when Ylona's message came through.    Without a thought, Alice's fingers began to dance on her holographic controls.   Switching the autopilot off was easy, but the shields...the shields would be an issue.   Inhaling deeply from her cig, she activated a shipwide broadcast to deliver the bad news.

"I've done as you've asked, but the ship can't slow down fast enough.   I'm going to attempt a high energy turn.   Everybody hold onto something.  This won't be pretty." 

Her fingers working once again, Alice cut the portside rear thrusters, shunting their power into the manoeuvring jets.   She could feel the ship groaning under the strain as it began to turn away from the anomaly, the effect echoed by physical pain throughout her body thanks to her ability...

Although Laudmas tried his best to keep up with the captain, Valorum was much faster and reached the door before the robot. As Laudmas tried to catch up to the Captain, the ship suddenly shook and the poor robot (given how graceful he was) promptly flew all the way back to the Craver and almost smashed into the creature. Fortunately for Decius, Laudmas instead collided with the wall head-first, narrowly missing the Craver. Unfortunately for Laudmas, the impact was tremendously hard and it left a mark on the wall and on the visor of the robot. 

Although the collision was impressive, the material that Laudmas made up of was even more impressive. A dent on the visor yes, but none of the inter-mechanics inside him were affected. As the robot got up, instinct took over and he rubbed his head. Laudmas balanced himself using a help of a metal pipe connected to the wall. "You alright?" he asked to the Craver.

"No, but I think I left a lasting memory on the wall." The robot chuckled when he said that.

Laudmas hoped that the Craver won't pass out again. There were plenty of medical items left but it would be a much better idea to conserve them. Plus, there were sure to be side-effects and he doubt the procedure will work the second time? 

The robot stroked his visor. There were no bumps, dents, or scratches and he was grateful for that. After all, he has only one body and he had no more to spare.

"What happened? Was Ylona showing her expertise in the fine arts of collision?" Laudmas asked to his Captain, holding the urge to laugh. "To be frank, she's very impressive on that part."

He then remembered his medical items and promptly rummaged through his pockets. Fortunately, they were all secured and contained.  

"I am nominal," The Craver replies to Laudmaus as he lets down his arms from the ceiling. Brace positions become especially easy when you are as tall as the ceiling.

"I am not damaged, Captain. I believe that the equipment is still functional, but I would recommend that we run a diagnostic on the pumps. Will someone radio for an engineer? Most of the crew cannot survive without enough oxygen."

Valorum nodded his approval, but his core flickered again and he stumbled momentarily. Sighing, he compacted and sheathed his glaive, reached for his 'belt' and demagnetized two things; the Dust ration he had obtained earlier, and a small, black sphere composed of many small triangular faces. Touching the former to the latter, the golden substance seemingly drained into the sphere, lighting up several of the triangular faces with its same gold colour as Valorum said:

"So long as you're both well. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to see just what happened on the bridge. Decius, unless Laudmas needs to perform any secondary tests, make your way to the galley immediately. Stewardess Kwas has cooked something up for you that should fit your appetite better than your usual paltry rations, and neither of us will be taking 'no' for an answer; you've pushed yourself hard enough and this meal should tide the worst of your appetite over until we make it to Tanye. Here, return this to the stewardess when you get there and tell her I sent you."

Valorum then tossed the now-empty glass Dust container to Decius before turning to leave, stopping only a short pace from the doorway and adding:

"Oh, and Decius?"

Decius looks towards the captain, a bright intensity in his eyes.

"Yes?"