Grasping the air tank, Peppy hooked three more hoses into the manifold, and slipped the masks over his teammates' mouths. They were still breathing. He strapped one on himself and floated over to a wall panel.
Prying the panel loose with a scalpel, Peppy hauled back on the manual pressure override, and the hour-long cycling and re-pressurizing process began.
And so Peppy hung there, listening to the release of valves and the bang of levers. Finally, air blasted back into the ship, and peppy ripped his mask off and flung it aside. The pressure was at eighty percent, and stuck there.
"The release must've bled off some redundant air. Oh well," said Peppy, and noticed Falco stirring. He kicked around wildly, scrabbling for a floating tranquilizer vial. Falco, however, was not having another seizure. He pushed himself up off the table and gazed around.
"Shit! What happened?" the avian demanded.
"I don't know. Something's invaded this ship and it's taken over the systems and destroyed Rob."
"Damn it!" Falco shouted, slamming his fist into the table, which floated back down towards the floor.
"Let's get back to the hangar, see if we can get out in our Arwings," Peppy said, fiddling with his flight jacket.
"What about these guys?" questioned Falco, motioning towards the two floating bodies.
"That's right. We can't leave them here with that thing loose in the ship," said the hare, putting his hand on his chin.
"I'll check it out," Falco said, "you carry Fox and Slippy and wait outside the hangar door. I'll see if our Arwings work."
"Okay," was Peppy's response. The duo floated to the hangar airlock, along the corridor. When they reached it, Falco said, "Okay, I'm going in." and opened the inner door.
"It's clear. There's pressure on the other side," said Falco, and the inner door slid shut. Peppy watched through a small square window what Falco was doing. He wrestled with the release system for the Arwing docking arms, but to no avail. Suddenly, Falco floated, terrified, from the terminal.
The inner door whooshed open.
"What's wrong, Falco?" asked Peppy, very worried.
"System-wide power surge," he panted, and suddenly, the lights brightened and great sounds of crackling electricity were heard everywhere. Sparks exploded in great waving columns and rippled through the corridor. The dim orange emergency lights came on, flickering, as more and more panels burst open, spraying out smoke and sparks.
"Fire warning," said the monotone emergency warning system.
"Uh-oh. Looks like we've gotta deal with a zero-g fire!" Falco yelped, as an orange mushroom of flame rolled off the bulkhead corner just down the corridor and flared toward them.