Tamrapani was somewhat less calm about this whole chain of events. For starters, she hated dogfights, there was just no way to do it right. A fight in space was like one of the Jr. High knife-fights kid's would get in back on Naraka: it didn't matter who won or lost, you were gonna get cut. And these little bastards were in knife-fighting range, contemptuously taking any return fire in order to gut the larger ship. 

The ship shuddered as the inertial sump reoriented. Normally, that should have been too quick to feel. Normally, the backup should have covered for it. Of course, normally, they weren't taking laser fire and shucking around at eighty gravs. If that sump failed hard enough, everyone on her ship was so much jam. The other reason she hated dogfights: there was nothing she could do about them. The ship practically flew itself, and there were  much more competent people in charge of gunnery. So she did what she could, and if that meant crawling between the grav plates to reach a blown transfer joint, then so be it.

She transferred her nervousness momentarily to getting the recalcitrant bit of machinery shifted. "Do. Your. Damned. Job. You." her words were punctuated with blows from her trusty fitting wrench. Suddenly, her efforts were rewarded with a feeling like space had turned inside out. Captain must have had his finger on the jump button, she surmised. Or she would have, anyway, but what actually came out was, "FUUUUUUUUU-Oof" as the already glitchy grav plates threw her through the floor. 

Before she had a chance to do more than hate the ship a little, the jump drive failed, and everything went sideways. The ship rolled and bucked, heavy drumming shockwaves transmitting through the hull. Which could only mean they'd just hit atmo somewhere. Automatically, Tam made a panicky rush for a tied-down. They were about to come down hard.

Before she could do more than tighten her line, there was an actinic flash, and the starboard bulkhead came apart, an impossibly bright glowing object rocketed past. The inertial sump had given out spectacularly, and all the forces in the ship randomized for a moment. Up became sideways, down became back, Tam was crushed to the deck by eleven G's of relative gravity. She looked up to see the aft bulkhead completely buckle and start sliding toward her.

[i]Huh, I always figured my last words would be profanity, but here-[/i] Everything went black.