Raglan Lordson opened his eyes.<br/><br/>He was alive, but his head hurt like hell. He brought his fingers up to his face, brought them back down covered with blood from his nosebleed.<br/><br/>He wiped if off on his sleeve.<br/><br/>He was sitting in the pilot seat of his shuttle, then there was still time. He stood up, slightly dazed but quickly recovering. He could never risk that again except in the most dire circumstances and even then he wasn't sure it would work.<br/><br/>Opening the door to the shuttle he looked out into a corridor aboard ship, there was panic and confusion in the docks. He reached out with his mental powers through a fog of pain and controlled four security into the shuttle, not that they really needed much of a push. That left eight seats available.<br/><br/>The Abandon ship announcement went off... then a few moments later it went off again... except the 'five minutes to critical' was still five minutes, the idiots who had placed it on a loop hadn't bothered to update the time left to the explosion with a temporal algorithm in the program. The fools... for all Raglan knew they had no tiime left at all.<br/><br/>He calculated he'd been out for 'about' a minute. One more to get out here. He would wait two minutes to see if anyone ran into the shuttle, then he was out of there.<br/><br/>If more than eight tried to gain entry... their lives were unfortunately forfeit.<br/><br/>Wait... he sent another message to the Captain, getting the precise amount of time they had left would be possible after all... he also sent out a broadcast to any of the more familiar individuals he had seen in the briefing that morning, pointing the way...