Jack tugged on the cane, realizing his mistake and trying to pull back from the bars. "You've got a bit of a mental complex, it seems," he spat, his sick smile turning to a more mischievous grin. Just then, Jack felt the ship creak and groan as he heard Aaron's words. If he could guess what the first loud crack was, it was the geck gun being torn off of the ship. The subsequent cracks were probably other emplacements. The high-spirited little ******** was tearing the ship apart.
Jack lept back from the bars, sacrificing the cane and bolting to the end of the room, out of sight of Vivian's cell. "Well, you'll have to excuse me. This ship may be mine, but I am not its captain. I won't be here to go down with it. He opened the locker near the entrance to the brig and put on the emergency gas mask. "You can sit here and burn when I scuttle this thing," he said, stepping quickly into the hall and shutting the door behind him snugly so as to seal the room. He'd rather she die from being impaled on debris and set on fire.
He looked around the gas-filled hall and decided he'd best make this exit a quick one. He rushed to a window, knocked it open, and looked for a viable way to the ground. The power cables that had been placed for the golem were a small leap away from there. He decided it was worth it, climbed out of the ship, and leapt for the cables.
It was a good thing, too, because the ship was beginning to crack, blowing apart boards, dispelling the individual blast glyphs on each. The cracks allowed the gas to flow out of the ship as well, the mountain wind seeping in and clearing the hallways to a light haze. Cracks formed in several strained boards from the sturdily-mounted guns being torn away, including a small run down the back wall of Viv's cell, showering her dust and splintered wood.