The cockpit sat at a strange angle, making it difficult to stumble my way out of the seat. My synth leg held long enough for me to stand, though the buzzing pain intensified as I moved to the door behind me. There I tried to access the rest of the ship, but warpage from the impact had sealed it shut. With that means of egress denied, I turned toward the forward canopy of the cockpit, which already showed a thin lattice of cracks scattering from multiple points of impact.
I fumbled under the console looking for the breakaway switch, which should have triggered a small explosive within the canopy itself, but when I found the little switch, it didn’t respond. Muttering a curse, I braced against the chairs and lashed out with my synth leg, grunting against the roar of synth pain that accompan
