gravity is a harsh mistress

"Ok, you win, Harris. Now get me down from here." Dren shouted, but it was
too late, Harris was walking away. "Great," Dren muttered to himself, "That
guy's off-balance. He needs medication or something." Dren dangled helplesly
over the casm. he couldn't lift himself up to untangle himself from the
chains and even if he did manage that, he'd tumble to his death for sure. He
didn't know if was because all the blood was rushing to his head or what, but
he suddenly remembered a film from his studies- Star Works or something. Dren
closed his eyes and placed his fingers on his temples and began to
concentrate. He was concentrating so hard, he didn't hear the warning about
zero-g. He felt himself grow lighter. "I smegging did it!" He cheered as he
freed himself from the chains. and climbed effortlesly into a service duct.
As he made his way through the ducts it finally dawned on him he didn't have
some kind of mystical power, but thier was a malfunction with the gravity
generator.
-----a little while later in Dirk Bell's room
Dren pulled open the air conditioning vent to Bell's room. "Dirk!" he cried.
Dirk was floating comfortably in the middle of his room, watching TV.
"Huh," Bell said as he looked around. "Hey" Noticing Dren above him. "Why
are you crawling in the vents? Man, you look like shit."
"I'm in big trouble." Dren moaned.
"Free for two hours and in trouble again. oh, thanks for fixing the toilet."
"No trouble. Look, I ran into Harris. He and I got into it, so he chained me
up over a damn pit and left me to rot."
"That's jacked up. what are you going to do?"
"I don't want to talk about it here, that psycho probably has the place
bugged. Get the space suits and let's go outside."
<Well Dirk, Do we fight the man?>