TAKE RESPONSIBILITY

Red emergency lights and sirens blared through the rusted, metallic walls of the Tulpar. The ship's autopilot failure made the crew lurch where they stood, the flooring unsteady under their feet. Curly, still in the hallway between the Utility room and the Cockpit, attempted to steady himself. The ship hitched haggardly to the side, making the Captain brace himself againt the wall momentarily before he was able to move forward. He knew that Jimmy was in the cockpit, he knew what he was doing, and what he had done. However, he'd be damned if he let Jimmy end them all over what he had done.

The closer Curly moved to the cockpit, the louder the alarm blared in his ears, vibrating in his head as he moved. The lights flickered above him, the rusted metal walls creaking in warning. Ignoring the signs of their impending doom, Curly's boots came down heavy on the grating of the floor, heart racing and breath shallow. Every footstep towards the cockpit made the situation feel more real to the captain. He'd ignored the signs, brushed off the complaints, and pushed aside every mistake and problem caused by Jimmy. He'd gone as far as to take Jimmy's side when Anya told him about what had happened. He didn't do a damn thing, and now this was going to be the consequences of his actions.

Jimmy was slumped against the wall when Curly made it to him. Curled up in an almost fetal position, with his hands grabbing the sides of his head, Curly could just barely hear mumbled words. Whether they were apologies or threats, he wasn't sure. Before Curly could consider approaching Jimmy, yelling and screaming and cursing him for what he'd just done, he forced himself forwards, tightly gripping the cockpit door and slamming it open. The usually green-lit room was red with warning signs, the navigation in the center screen now going haywire as it failed to comprehend how to react to the ship's sudden traversal failure. Curly made it to the Captain's seat as fast as he could, leaning awkwardly over the chair as he grabbed the wheel with trembling hands, guiding the ship as sharp to the left as the old ship would allow. A sudden hit to the side of the ship made the captain brace and duck his head, ears ringing painfully as the sickening screech of metal being scraped up and torn rung throughout the thin walls of the Tulpar.

As fast as the warning lights and sirens came on, Curly was able to slam his fist down onto the autopilot button, successfully disabling the lights and sirens, and finally basking the cockpit in its original green hue. With a relieved sigh, the blonde stands on shaky legs and slowly makes his way out of the cockpit, only to see the cause still sitting on the floor. However, instead of Jimmy curled up in a ball, the man was now staring at Curly with wide, terrified eyes. Curly, in his turn was silent. His eyes were downcast and his expression unreadable.

What was he going to do..?