Ivan grinned at Geoff's lack of interest in the story behind Casey's gunarm, and by contrast, Fenn's interest. His grin grew wider when the wheel's in his head turned.

"Ya sure about that, matey? It actually be a pretty funny story," He said in response to Geoff as if he knew it. Given their history, it was entirely possible, but what came next might lead one to skepticism, "Ya see, me an' Casey were out on the open seas," He said, gesticulating with an open palm out in front of him, "There was a white whale, said to've swallowed some valuable gems, or somethin'... Not important, since it turned out to be a load'a crap. But the hunt cost him his arm."

Ivan nodded knowingly before flashing an apologetic look at Casey(possibly for calling the story of him losing his arm a funny one). Speaking of which, wasn't that from a book?

With all the hubbub going on around his arm, Casey wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or... something less pleasant. Ivan's story seemed to get a laugh out of him, though.

"For the record? This rabbit?" he said with a point at Ivan. "Full'a crap."

It was all in good humor. He plodded up next Pax and looked at the door, and immediately shifted into impatient mode. It wasn't impatience for the sake of impatience, though—they really needed to move faster.

"C'mon, let's pick up the pace. I'm sure they got cameras in here somewhere," he added anxiously.

Getting the door open actually wasn't all that difficult. It turned out to be an utterly basic form of security, not entirely different from a hotel keycard reader in its sophistication, only improved in the length and complexity of the code used. Chimera hadn't yet retrofitted it with anything better, so it still had what Eggman had equipped it with, and, frankly, Eggman was used to his enemies just blasting through doors with a big, spiky fist, or a ball of fast-moving quills. Time spent on elaborate security measures on his airships was really just time wasted, usually.

On the other side, as the group continued forward and entered, they'd find no robotic opposition just yet. Instead, there was a metal walkway that led through a tunnel of pipes, wiring, and all kinds of other inelegant guts and internals. It was reasonably spacious, but not huge. Perhaps what was most interesting was how everything, including the grated platform they walked on, seemed to have moving joints—areas where it was connected by rubber and hinges and all sorts of other things, with big pistons (both hydraulic and pneumatic in some spaces), as if the entire corridor was made to move or flex in some way...

Surprise! They soon found out why as they continued forward. Either there were cameras, or they had taken just a little too long, because yellow lights began spinning, a klaxon sounded, and the entire corridor began to flail violently. They were inside the shaft of the orca's tail, and, much like the creature it emulated, it was able to bend and flex, and whip its tail. And it did.

Just because things hadn't gotten bad enough yet, the craft must have begun diving from its great altitude, because in the midst of all the confusing, undulating motion, the sensation of gravity departed, leaving everyone to just float there in the hallway that seemed intent on beating them to death. They'd have to kick off of things, or grab features of the wall and pull in order to keep moving forward, and not get sucked back out the door they had just left (and, by extension, into open air). Eventually, they'd find some salvation ahead in the form of a fixed, non-thrashing chamber, but only if they could make it past the loose cargo and tumbling Kiki robots flying by, which seemed just as confused as they did.

Yes, crates and loose robots were also flopping past them (and into them, if they weren't quick to dodge). Things could always get worse.

Circumstances like these weren't the best to be a... heavy guy in. Not only was it hard enough to maneuver with only one arm, but, dodging crap that was tumbling around the interior of the ship, too? Forget it. That Kiki just plain beaned Casey in the head and glanced off.

"Fghgn!"

He didn't have time to complain, hanging on as best he could to the grate, much like Geoff. However, his... hands were a bit too thick, really, and he ended up failing to hold the thin slats of metal, and went tumbling through zero-G freefall awkwardly.

Suddenly, a rope! He reached out to grab it. He immediately found himself turned into the rubber ball of a ball-and-paddle toy, bouncing off walls and flailing all over the corridor on the end of a tether.

"HOOF." "HURGH." "DAH!" "HOONGH."

He let go of the rope after it swung him gut-first into a hydraulic piston's rod, and sufficed to flop around in a daze.