“I never seen anything like this.  Half the ‘lectrical systems are fried beyon’ recognition, the other half got out completely unfazed.  It don’t make any sense.  Any EMP or electrical storm woulda’ shorted every system on board, but only certain things got hit.  The engine was goin’ haywire like nothing I ever saw.  The bridge drive was puttin’ out ‘nuff juice to cook us in our own hull.  We hadda’ vent the fucker TWICE before it was cool enough to get a man in here.” He stopped and shook his head again, defeated.  “Ma’ best guess at this point is that every governing system on board jus’ so happen to fail at the exact same time.  But even that don’t explain half a’ the weird ass electronic readin’s we picked up post-slip.”  John barely understood half of that.  He just flew the damn thing, and his knowledge of its systems was limited to that role.  