“Well, what if we were back home and an unidentified ship came screaming out of slip space, heading for Earth, registering weapons, and not responding to any hail or comms?  What do you think our first reaction would be?” The Colonel stopped rubbing his head and looked up, realizing Shane's point.  Shane pointed again at the monitor.  “If they’re half as advanced as I think they are, they’re going to pick up on us, IF they haven’t already.  I’d say were about one panicked button push away from swallowing a Titan missile.”  This line of reasoning seemed to have a much greater impact on the crew, who had yet to really consider the planet’s perspective.  “…and if we are going to try and get home, we need to try it now, because without those stabilizers, orbit decay is going to start becoming a problem in…” He looked down at his watch.  He tapped the digital screen on his wrist a few times, before realizing it had stopped working.  “…soon.” He finished.  That seemed to be all the motivation the Colonel needed.  He rose and barked into the crowd of men.