"Intelligent programming..." Fives dropped into a murmur, still staring at the readouts on the screens.

     He dropped into the copilot's seat, slamming a fist near the console as he tried a few keys and switches. For the brief time he'd fallen silent, his mind was working feverishly over the details.

     It couldn't have been coincidence. "Jarvis! You're here, aren't you?!" Now who was looking crazy? Fives glanced back to the other two troopers yet in the back. "We needa manually power down this shuttle- try to force a system shut down an' then power 'er up again," he ordered.