"Deploying in Twenty-fiv-", the Officer's orders where cut short as the shuttle jolted violently, it began careening forward at an increasingly unstable acceleration. 

"SHIT PILOTS VITALS DROPPED! SHOT TOOK OUT AUTO!", the Officer relayed to his men, "BRACE, BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!", he screamed out to the subordinates. 

Sitting at Jooker's twelve o' clock , Sergeant Derdan, met his eyes, just as the plummeting craft began a violent tailspin, before he was ripped from the improperly secured strappings, and was hurled like a rag-doll into the night. Jooker shut his mask, and clasped both arms to his securings as tightly as he could. While the world spun around them, Officer...Heinz blurted out something which was all too easily muffled by the chaos that had ensued. Directly across and to Jooker's left, specialist McLower yelled as if in some sort of agony. Jooker just stared up and watched it all fall away, normally this wasn't like him, but he had discerned there simply wasn't a thing to be done. He would worry after the dust settled. 

Both the specialist and Officer took the hard-landing fairly well, not too many bumps and still hanging onto cognizance, Jooker however was totally incapacitated. In his dreaming he missed the Specialist's freak out, which ultimately led to him being shot as he tried to scramble from the wreckage. Which in turn took the Officer who was attempting to stop him. Honestly Jooker would've been pretty remorse had he been awake to perceive any of this.