Once he'd regained some semblance of balance, Fives practically hurled himself in the direction of the cockpit, grabbing onto what he could to keep from being thrown into the walls as he made his way up.

     He came up behind the seat, staring through his T-visor at the readings over the console. Spitting a curse as he looked up to see their flight path locked, the ARC Trooper quickly tapped into the comlink to try and hail anyone aboard the Venator-class ship.

     "This is ARC-Five-Five-Five-Five, come in-- returning from our recon mission. We've lost control of our ship, I repeat, we've lost control of th' ship- looks like someone's sliced into the system-!"