Firedog laid on the wing of his heavy fighter when the lurch and alarm started blaring. "Oh thank god." he said to himself and leapt off the wing. He had been trying to think up ways to entertain himself since he hadnt had a good fight in like a whole week. Before the alarm made him forget he had been planning on rewiring the lights in the little mess hall so that only half the lights where on no matter which way the switches where flipped. Would have driven the engineers crazy for a day figuring out what happened and fixing it, which would have been hysterical. 

He opened the cockpit to his fighter and climbed in. It briefly occurred to him that the captain might want him manning a gun near one of the airlocks, but he didn't have the best weapons for that kind of job and a few plasma bolts melting the other ships bridge would certainly give them something else to think about. Worse came to worse, he could always escape and leave the rest of his comrades to their fate. So out with the fighter was really his only choice. As soon as he closed the cockpit hatch he fired up the reactor and engines while telling the launch bay to depressurize.

The process would have taken too long for the bay to fully empty so he sent the Override command from the fighter and opening the door early, venting a reasonable portion of atmosphere into space. This making the ship lurch again but much less so than when the ship was grabbed. he opened the communication panel on his fighter and sent to the captain "Firedog launching, imma give em something other than killing you all to think about" around the same time he punched up the thrust on his engines and rocketed from the bay hard. The 8Gs of force his engines where making would have been enough to make most people start feeling dizzy and worrying if their bones would break. Firedog didn't worry about it, would take a few more Gs to make him woozy.