Right on cue, the ship lurched, as Katarina shoved the engines up to 110%, breaking for the next piece of cover they could utilize.  In the process, she spun the ship along its length, putting the bulk of the ship between the enemies and the cutter, her teeth bared as she kept the ship rotating.  "Gave you as much cover as I could to start, Captain.  Emperor protect you all, and bring you back safely home."<br/><br/>With that said, she focused on 'righting' the ship, her eyes partially glazed as she sank into the workings of the colossal machine around her, almost feeling each creak and stress as part of her own body.  She couldn't help it, especially under combat situations.  Whether it was actually happening, or simply psychosomatic due to her status as a Voidborn, she'd stopped questioning it a long time ago, and just followed her instincts.<br/><br/>"Need someone in Engineering to check port engine 2, something's not right here," she hissed into the comms.  "And brace, they're firing again!"