Lance was busy with the last adjustments on his …. Thing?  When he felt a tingle on the hairs in his neck. It was faint and lasted only a few seconds, yet it had been a warning; instinct. He dismissed it and gathered his newest project in his arms. “My.. My.” He said calmly as he entered the area that nested the pilot and his navigator. “Aren’t we looking just deliciously worn out.” He pressed finger against the pilot’s cheek and poked it a few times. “Sleep deprivation can lead to all sorts of wonderful things, death being the most boring of course.” He poked his cheek again a few times before he finally stood up. “I expect your ass in med-bay within two minutes. Any second later and I will have grunt over here shoot you in the perineum.” He patted Donavan’s shoulder as if that was confirmation enough to allow him to shoot the pilot if necessary.<br/><br/>“I’ll get the scalpel ready.” He said casually as he turned around and made his way towards the med-bay, whistling a tune that was horribly inappropriate for such a dreary setting. Upon entering the med-bay he grabbed some supplies he might need and began preparing his knifes. Little did the man know that within five minutes time he would be the only one chuckling and enjoying the massive g-forces while the ASS-Eclipse went on a collision course down to the nearby planet, shattering into large fragments just before actually slamming into the surface.