This vibration was not the trembling experienced by a spaceship at a jump point, but a massive, violent shake. Margaret, unable to keep her balance, fell headlong into Fatty's arms. The two of them tumbled to the floor like a pair of rolling gourds.
The alarm blared shrill and piercing almost simultaneously with the vibration. In the corridor, red lights were spinning rapidly, and the air was filled with the disordered footsteps and frantic shouts of bandit army soldiers.
"What's happening?!" Fatty quickly pushed Margaret off and got up, stumbling as he hurriedly grabbed his clothes and put them on. Margaret, feeling weak all over, her face flushed red as if it were about to drip blood, struggled to stand up amidst the violent shaking. Her full, voluptuous chest rose and fell dramatically, and on her quivering, orange-red T-shirt-wrapped bust, one could vaguely see the imprint of a pair of Fatty's fingers.
