The hum of the engines were the lifeblood of this ship, a constant and comforting reassurance. When they died, Nick could feel it, like something was suddenly missing, and it filled him with the dread that the wave of fear had failed to do. He didn't even quite understand what was off until the ship buckled. A calm automated voice alerted him that engines one and three were offline and impact was imminent. A countdown began. Shit, like that was going to help the panic at all.
Nick didn't have much choice here, he had to abandon the hunt for the intruder in favor of getting the engines online or at least getting the carrier out over the water where it could crash outside of civilian populated areas. He changed his course and ran for the control room, only stopping when he noticed a lucid agent (thank fuck) and quickly gave him a description of the motherfucker who'd invaded the carrier, instructing him to find that asshole and lock him up. It took a few struggles with crazed personnel before he could get back into the control room, but he dashed to his panel and began typing and barking in commands, moving the crippled ship towards the bay and working remotely on the engines. That motherfucker who caused this, Nick knew, had won. He didn't think anyone would catch him now.