The bridge shook with violence.
They were thrown against the railing in unison.
Like a dance made for two.
Pulling them together, such force moving forward.
No control to where it would lead them.
Always together though, like it knew that even here in the midst of battle they would fight whatever came their way.
Never separate they were.
Side by side, and there was always that excuse to hold on to each other when the lights went out.
To touch a muscled shoulder, a hand sliding to an upturned hip.
The smell of fear mingled between them as they inquired many times of whom it was that threatened their lives and the rest of the crew.
The prickling heat that their bodies gave off and the aching gut caused by what fate awaited them.
Adrenaline pumping, hearts racing, sweat dripping down the middle of their backs as the alarms blared and blinded the bridge red with its annoying siren.
What felt like forever lasted only minutes, and now the bridge is quiet and they separate from each other cursing the interrupted melange of flesh and bone.
Until they meet their next foe.