When the gravity peaces out, so too does Castor's understanding of the situation. There's a moment of panic, almost immediately overridden by the sudden need to get the hell out of the way as cargo starts careening around the shuttle, unburdened and unrestrained.
Castor's next conscious thought is that Oh, this is like being underwater. But in the air. She can do this, then. Maybe.
She takes note of who's around, faces familiar and not. Marks Shiro. Marks who she assumes are their opponents (and how very colourful they are). Things start fitting together as lingering momentum settles her against a wall. A wall very close to the largest of the generals, with ears like an oversized cat.
With a grunt(and a roll of 15), she lunges for Zethrid, seeking to restrain the large woman. Wasn't every day she got to use all four limbs, after all.
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Castor's next conscious thought is that Oh, this is like being underwater. But in the air. She can do this, then. Maybe.
She takes note of who's around, faces familiar and not. Marks Shiro. Marks who she assumes are their opponents (and how very colourful they are). Things start fitting together as lingering momentum settles her against a wall. A wall very close to the largest of the generals, with ears like an oversized cat.
With a grunt(and a roll of 15), she lunges for Zethrid, seeking to restrain the large woman. Wasn't every day she got to use all four limbs, after all.