"S**t.." Nikola mumbled to himself, peering out of the gaping hole in the side of the engine room, he turned to look at the engine and his heart sank further, "F**k." It was in a state, or at least that side was, a puddle of plasma was forming on the ceiling, ripples forming on its surface as blobs of plasma floated up from wrecked pipes. He did a quick analysis, he would need more pipe, that was simple enough but he'd also need a magnetic field oscillator, a plasma recycler, a coolant chipset and a bunch of other things he couldn't fabricate. 

Looking through the hole again, he saw black flack clouds bursting around the ship. Nikola ran to the far end of the room and ascended ladder that lead to his 'room'; he scrambled up the final rung and went straight for his cabinet, he threw the metal doors wide open and instantly found what he was looking for. Tucked at the back of the cabinet was a polyester jumpsuit, he pulled out and threw off his clothes.

Dorkface watched as Nikola stripped down to his underwear, she was intrigued with the human anatomy, they were so hairless compared to her but they were so much bigger then her as well, she concluded that they couldn't be related as they were too different.

Nikola zipped up the suit and looked into the cabinet to see his armor glinting at him from inside, it pained him to leave it behind but the suit wouldn't work if he were to wear the brassy chest plate. He gingerly picked Dorkface up and slipped her into a small pocket at the front of the jumpsuit; he picked up his revolver from inside one of his desk drawers and threw the bandolier over his head, so it was draped across his chest. 

Nikola proceeded to the massive hole in the side of the room and stood at the edge, his magnetic boots keeping him from being flung out by the speed of the ship. He dared a look down and regretted it, below him the city sprawled out in all directions, that wasn't what scared him though, ironically it was the height. 

"Come on.." He mumbled to himself, "you can do it." He looked over the edge one more time and swollowed hard. Nikola had never tested the suit out but as he leapt off the edge of the ship, his boots disengaging and letting him fall, it suddenly came to him that it just might not work, the stitching could fail or the chute might have been packed badly, anything could happen. He extended his arms out and parted his legs, and suddenly his whole body jerked as air was caught in the wings. He sailed closer and closer to the ground, his speed reduced significantly but he was still far off safe landing speeds. 

Then his heart sank into his stomach, he heard a tear. The back end of the suit's left wing was flailing around, the stitching having failed to keep it in place. Much to his horror, the tear was creeping up the suit and holding his trajectory was getting harder as the rushing air made him want to role; his heart was thumping but he couldn't hear it over his terrified screams. 

Nikola decided to try his luck, he pulled hard on the tab that released the chute, relieved to see the arched shape fold open instead of come out a tangled mess. A bullet whizzed by his head as he neared street level, then another came dangerously close to hitting his leg. The third bullet to be shot at him however did hit something; it clipped the bracket holding the steering lines to the upper chute and his smooth descent quickly devolved into a gag inducing spiral. As he neared the street, he spotted a colorful hoodie and recognized who it was. 

"CARI LOOK OUT!" If she didn't move, he'd slam right into her.