"Um um um um um um um..."<br/><br/>She was already calf deep in the water that was pouring into the command through a significant breech in the hull integrity between the fore and aft of the once beautiful corvette.  Actually, a significant breech might have been a poor description.  Her ship had torn in half!  But all the doomed pilot can do is run around frantically and mumble vocalizations that are only JUST this side of being language.<br/><br/>"SACHIKO, you MUST get aft and link yourself to a system-suit before the command floods."<br/><br/>"BUT WHAT ABOUT YO..."<br/><br/>"I'm a machine Sachiko, if you get out of here now I can shut down my systems and wait, the bridge can tolerate pressures up to 350 atmospheres.  But if it floods the ops systems will be ruined.  NOW GET OUT OF HERE!"<br/><br/>She does as she is ordered by the compelling ships computer, scooping up her detective's jacket (and associated sidearm) and scrambling back along the ship as the vessel lists and noses down.  The bridge sealing behind her.  The emergency armory just ahead... as the water starts to rush in on her.