The Escape Craft thinks of leaving. Empty.

Jay was panicking, he opened a channel to Alota, Phil, Tara, Jasmine, Eve and anyone else he could think of who was inside the Death Jar at the time.
 
"GET THE HELL OUT NOW!!!" he yelled into the comm "THE WHOLE PLACE IS GONNA BLOW!!!"
The entire fleet fell back, on max re-heat away from the Death Jar.
 
Inside the main reactor of the Death Jar a single missle detonated, the explosion began ripping through the complex...
<END SNIP>
 
Dean was still docked, waiting for the away party to return. He could feel the impending doom ripplling towards the ship towards him. And the whole gantry the Raven was attached to shook.
"Come on guys." he mouthed, pitching the engines up to maximum speed, ready for a speedy get away.
The gantry rippled dangerously.
Dean looked at the docking status computer readout that had just chundered on to his lap. "Get out of here. Now. You arse."
Gosh, this computer was stunningly to the point.
Dean hit the comm, "Jay, I'm not leaving. They're still onboard."
"Yes, but if you stay then both you and they will be dead."
Dean just flicked it off in reply, and checked the dials on his engines.  All the REV counters were in their red zones, the fuel tanks were still mostly full.
"COME ON!" he yelled, frustated as the Raven shook once again, "SHIFT YOUR ASSES!"
 
Dean "Raven" Thomas