The quiet of the cockpit was welcoming to Corentin. Life had become loud, violent, and chaotic in recent days. Days forced upon him by the mark on his hand. He did not enjoy it, but Corentin was not one to fret for long over bad luck when there were things to do to turn said luck good. Mentality like that allowed him a quick ally in Tora when he needed it. Got the two of them on this ship, for better or worse. It kept him moving forward. Speaking of moving forward, There was a ship that needed to exit Astral space.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'About to transition from Astral sea. Engine status, sub-optimal. Life-support, functional. Main power, online. Back-up power, on standby. Electronics are acceptable. Things should work out this ti-' </span>His train of thought was cut quickly as the ship lurched upwards was forced through terrible turbulence. Corentin's head was thrust forward into the console, breaking his nose upon the various buttons along the dash. They did not respond to being pushed. Blood dribbling from his wound he shook his head and steadied himself at the helm of the ship. Gripping tightly, he desperately tried to stabilize the ship as it was forced from Astral space, spinning wildly. With gritting teeth and a taste of copper on his lips, the ship finally settled into place and rested.<br/><br/>Warning lights flashed all around him telling him what was quite clear.<span style="font-style: italic">'Engine, offline. Life-support, on backup power. Main power, error. Back-up power, online. Comm-system, offline'</span>That last one made him grunt in annoyance. Unstrapping himself and wiping the blood from his face with a sleeve, he knelt below the control panel and ripped off the wire cover. It was a complete mess of torn and damaged wires and circuits. It took him a good fifteen minutes of replacing, cutting, and re-wiring but eventually the comm system warning light switched off and was again functional, at least in the cockpit.<br/><br/>"Corentin speaking everyone. Engines are unresponsive, and we're currently on back-up power for life support. Whoever's still alive head up to the cockpit so we can figure out a plan of action. Over and out." Replacing the comm, he set back to working on the dash and seeing what other damages it may have endured.