After Azurael had left, Sephiroth went to find his general, who was rarely easy to find. after searching down several corridors, he finally bumped into the other man who was apparently on his way to the control room, which was where Sephiroth had intended to meet him. So the two of them walked together.
"T'vor! Is everyone out?" He asked. The other merely nodded.
"We're ready to go."
"Is it even going to work?"
"I guess we'll find out."
It was a brief conversation--the two of them rarely needed many words to communicate to the other.
When they'd reached the control room, it was just a matter of entering commands into one of the computers, and setting a time limit. An automated announcement rang through the entire ship.
"Defense protocol will activate in ten cycles."

Satisfied, the two of them bolted for the nearest exit as the computer slowly counted down its timer. Unfortunately, the nearest exit was a hatch on the topside of the ship. Both grimaced at the drop.
"Now would not be a great time to actually break a leg, T'vor." Sephiroth told the other man when he saw that he was getting ready to jump, but T'vor merely shrugged before leaping off the edge.
With a sigh, Sephiroth followed suit.

Both men grunted and rolled as they hit the ground, ignoring whatever peculiar looks that were cast in their direction at what would commonly be viewed as a peculiar and unnecessary act. Sephiroth stood and dusted himself off as a reverberating hum emanated from the ship and grew increasingly louder. Soon, the ship began to fade, and quickly disappeared altogether. Then the hum stopped.

"Well, that answers that question." Sephiroth noted to T'vor.
"Mhm." T'vor turned to the group