The emergency power had still yet to kick on and left the hanger in, mostly, inky blackness. Only the dull landing lights for the<i>Aurora</i>and what spilled out from the interior down the cargo ramp provided any source of real illumination. It was enough to see by, through, and Aodha had no intentions of sticking around long enough to confirm whether or not the backups were going to kick on; judging by the explosions and weapons fire echoing all around, that seemed doubly suspect.<br/><br/>“I don’t have to do anything,” Aodha growled over his shoulder, his attention focused on the diagnostic readout and not on the Serilline woman pestering him. “In case yo-” The human continued before turning to face the woman again only to find she was no longer there. Before he could glace around further to try and find the Serilline youth another explosion rocked the hanger the most violently thus far. Swearing under his breath, Aodha grabbed a coil of arm thick wire and jogged across to the closest wall; dragging the cable behind him.<br/><br/>The power junction box was, unsurprisingly, locked up tight as could be. "I don't have time for this shit," Aodha growled and drew his pistol from under his coat and aimed the muzzle at what he assumed to be the lock. With a squeeze of the trigger, the weapon barked and jumped in his hand as a small slug of superheated plasma lept out from the barrel to splash across the metallic casing. Sparks showered the immediate area and glowing chunks of slag oozed onto the marble floor. Aodha then kicked the half blasted open hatch with his boot to reveal the smoldering circuitry and tangle of wires. Ignoring the damage, Aohda jammed the cable into one of the sockets.<br/><br/>Outside, in the hallways, Aodha could hear the chatter of rifles and deep thumps of plasma discharges carrying into the hanger bay. Voices of all kinds mixed with the exchanges of weapons fire but no single one really leaped to his mind as more important than the other. All he needed to know was something had pissed off a lot of people and they were in the process of destroying damn near everything in sight.  He didn't intend to be around long enough to piece together an answer, either, and with his ship plugged into the local power grid he turned to sprint back to the maintenance console he'd been tinkering with when the Serilline highborn had first made her ridiculous demands. With a flip of a switch, the<i>Aurora's</i>reactor acted as the backup for the grid which caused all kinds of lights, alarms, and other devices to switch on in an instant.<br/><br/>The hangar bay doors were, however, still firmly closed and Aodha didn't much relish the idea of ramming his fragile ship into them unless he absolutely had to. He jogged over to the nearby command station, doing his best to ignore the growing sounds of battle, and frantically searched for anything that looked like it might open the doors. The processing station had a single purpose and, as such, there was little need for complicated systems to get in the way and Aodha found what he was looking for as a result. When he thumbed the button there was a brief moment that seemed to stretch out ever longer before a heavy '<i>ca-thunk</i>' boomed overhead and followed by the rhythmic rumbling as the roof slip down the middle.<br/><br/>Almost leaping over the console, Aodha sprinted back towards the<i>Aurora </i>and thundered up the ramp; slapping his palm on the access screen to close the ramp behind him. He all but bolted across the empty cargo space, bounded up the short flight of stairs, and lept into the pilots chair. Overhead the hangar doors were still slowly grinding their way open but already Aodha could see the rich blue sky beyond. A dropship belching black smoke and flames zoomed across his field of view before dissapearing out of sight. Tearing his eyes aware from the spectacle, Aodha focused instead on bringing the<i>Aurora's</i>systems online and ready for travel. He'd not spun down the engines since landing as it was supposed to have just been a simple drop delivery from the start.<br/><br/>One of the inner walls of the hangar erupted in flames and smoke, showering the hardened hull of the<i>Aurora</i>in chucks of debris. Bright lances of laser fire and gouts of plasma zipped through the smoke and impacted across the floor, walls, and spacecraft in no real sense of semblance or order. The twang of metallic needles and mag rounds echoed through the ship at erratic bursts in just as many places. The small arms fire was far too inadequate to do anything to the vessel, however, and Aoodha paid them little attention. All the while tottally ignorate to the presence of another person abord his ship.<br/><br/>When the doors opened wide enough, the Aurora's engines roared to life and lifted the craft off the ground. While Aodha wanted to speed out of there as fast as possible, he knew better. Slowly letting the engines build power as the spaceship rose ever further off the ground and within moments cleared the opened ceiling. Only once he could see that the<i>Aurora </i>wouldn't bump into any structure did Aodha push the Aurora as hard as she could go; all but throwing him back into his seat.