It would've been nice if he'd been told that the whole ship was going to be flipped! Fives can't maintain a grip when everything continues to tilt, and the console didn't provide the greatest handhold either.

     His fingers slipped, and he hit the ceiling- or was it the floor? He hoped that his brothers were all right, but better bruised than dead. Unfortunately not all of them were wearing armor.

     "Ergh..." the clone grunted from the floor, once he'd tumbled back onto it. "...thanks f'r the warning." Fives shoved himself to his feet. "I'm all right. What's the status on th' ship?"