Electrik found Acid unconscious and on his back on the floor of his makeshift lab, bleeding both from his jaw and from a long gash along the back of his head. Lying on the table on which he had been working, on its side amidst a mess of broken beakers and a pool of various liquids, was the chair that had incapacitated him, launched into the air by the force of the most recent explosion.
Electrik cursed, and moved swiftly to the green rabbit’s side, wrapping his arms under those of his brother and dragging him away from the slowly expanding puddle of potentially volatile chemicals on his desk.
Another blast rocked the ship, and Electrik felt himself lose his balance; however, as if on cue, Jazz suddenly appeared behind him, stopping his fall. The blue rabbit quickly got to his feet again, and pulled Acid the rest of the way out of the lab, closing the heavy door as far as it would allow.
Jazz stayed out of the way as Electrik laid Acid against the far wall, but spoke swiftly. “We’re—”
“Under attack again, yes,” Electrik interrupted brusquely. “Go tell Firefox to round up his crew, and find Spaz. I’ll get Lori and my cousins, and then come back and grab Acid. We have to get everyone to the escape ship, assuming it hasn’t already been destroyed too.”
Jazz nodded sharply, and was off like a shot. Electrik gave one last check to his brother, and then took off in the other direction as the Corsair continued to rumble and shake threateningly around him. For a second, he couldn’t help but wonder where Acid picked up the penchant for endangering himself – and others, by association – on such a regular basis.

It didn’t take Jazz very long to find his brother, making his way down the hallway under the weight of Headcheese, who was using Spaz as a crutch to keep her weight off of a badly wounded left leg. The younger Jackrabbit looked up to the older, with a withering expression.
Jazz grimaced slightly at the condition of the young blue rabbit before he spoke. “Do you two know how to get to the escape ship from here?”
“That’s where we’re headed right now, Jazz,” Headcheese replied, as Spaz nodded in agreement. “Phish already told us to get moving. The ship isn’t going to make it all the way down in one piece.”
“More spectacular news,” Jazz muttered. Upon a second glance at Headcheese’s injury, he crouched slightly, removing his headband in one swift motion. Slipping the loop of fabric under her foot, he pulled it tight around her leg, where her blue fur had become stained red. Headcheese winced visibly, waiting a few seconds for the lancing pain to die off again before experimentally testing the integrity of her leg; upon her decision that it was still usable, she nodded gratefully to Jazz as he stood back up again.
“Get going, guys,” Jazz instructed the young duo as he continued on his way down the corridor. “I’ve still got to find Firefox and Wizard yet, make sure they’re on the move too.”
“They’re already on their way to the escape ship, Jazz!” Headcheese called after him. “Phish has already let them know!”
Jazz slowed to a halt again, momentarily going through the list of the Corsair’s occupants in his mind. He was fast in the realization that everyone was already making their escape, and turned around to escort Spaz and Headcheese to the escape ship. A sudden, roaring explosion erupted from what sounded and felt like directly outside the ship, shaking the corridor to such an extent that all three rabbits were thrown off their feet. Spaz and Headcheese were only knocked off balance, but Jazz was hurled sideways, and he slammed into the unforgiving steel wall of the hallway with a loud thud, accompanied by a surprised grunt of pain as the air rushed out of his lungs.
A second blast rang out in quick succession to the first, and the unyielding metal that Jazz had been tossed into quivered threateningly. The green rabbit didn’t even have time to get his footing before a substantial chunk of the wall suddenly gave way, shearing loose with an ear-splitting screech and flying away into the open air outside of the uncontrollably descending Corsair. With the newly freed slab of metal went the Jackrabbit hero, with only a strangled yelp as he was sucked out through the hole in the ship’s hull.
“Jazz!” Spaz cried, frantically trying to get up again from his suddenly prone position on the cold metal floor, and tripping over his own socks in his frenzied actions. Before he brought himself to his feet, however, a table from the opposite side of the hallway, up-ended earlier from the numerous explosions throwing the ship to and fro, crashed into the gaping breach in the wall that his older brother had just been pulled through, effectively sealing it closed again.
Spaz stood there in shock, his eye twitching slightly and his breathing short and shallow, as the bleak comprehension of what had just happened hit him like a tidal wave. It was only Headcheese grabbing him by the wrist, tugging him in the direction in which they had been previously progressing, and calling his name repeatedly that snapped him back to reality. He fell back a few paces, before he turned around again to follow his cohort’s lead, loping off at a good clip toward their means of escape. Just as they were about to round the corner, Spaz looked back over his shoulder one last time, his green eyes glinting once with a tear for his brother, taken so suddenly and without warning.
“Jazz…”