"Yeah, I know, it's bad," he said, throwing his coat over one of the columns and pulling down the brake. "We need to get out of here, now. The ship won't be able to explode without a pilot, but hopefully whoever or whatever is controlling the storm will think they've got us, it might buy us a little time."

He turned a few dials and smacked the side of the console with the hammer, only to find it didn't need the extra jolt. The repairs Jack had made turned the usually rough exit into something resembling smoothness. But they weren't out of the storm yet.

"Hold on, this might be rough."