As the Spirit of Freedom punched it through FTL, the Dreadnought from Terra was gaining on them, quickly. "Ma'am, this Admiral Baylin of the Terran-Trifecta-Dreadnought, Democracy's Fulcrum. We are closing in on the Fractured Coalition vessel now, our orders?"
"Disable it, and hall their traitorous carouses into the space port. I will NOT LET THEM LEAVE THE SYSTEM! Understood?" Asked the feminine voice over the transmission. The Admiral affirmed then ordered his crew to kill the Spirit of Freedom's FTL drive. As Democracy's Fulcrum approached the Spirit of Freedom, it fired close-combat torpedoes into the Spirit of Freedom's hull. "Sir, we can't locate her FTL-Drive!" Called out an Ensign. However, the Admiral grinned, "That's because that ship, has an FTL-Core, not a drive. Fire all torpedoes at the Nacelle connection-point. If she can't run, she's not a threat."
As the torpedoes screamed toward the Spirit of Freedom, Prescott dropped the battleship out of FTL, waited a split second and jumped in behind Democracy's Fulcrum. "Jesscott, Truscott, light the dreadnought up. I want an orange-Christmas!" With the two, senior and junior weapons' specialists opening fire, the Spirit of Freedom had gained the upper had. Parts ripped away from Democracy's Fulcrum, ejecting it's personnel into the vacuum of space, then disabled its FTL-Drive. The Spirit of Freedom was seemingly home free, but...
"Captain! We're losing Nacelle one!" Yelled out Arscott over the comms. The Spirit of Freedom began to slip into an FTL-Drift as nacelle one fought to stay powered. "Inject nacelle one with power from the old nuclear reactor! Kill all non-essential systems! We need to put distance between us!" Replied Prescott. With his reply, Arscott jumped from her station and rushed over to the red nuclear start button, and slammed it down. The reactor jumped to life and Nacelle one's massive output turbine rapidly spun to play catch-up. However, Arscott watched as the turbine spun. Several of the turbine blades had been destroyed or bent, making nacelle one spark and shake violently. Running back to her communication terminal, she relayed the situation to Prescott. However, with his reply, Arscott ordered her team to strap in, quickly.
Back on the bridge, Prescott, still in control of the ship, pushed the nacelles to their limits. As the turbines redlined, nacelle one, already severally damaged, burst into nuclear-powered flames. Arscott's eyes widened in horror as nacelle one, which was now a steam-powered faster-than-light bomb became increasingly more unstable. As Prescott's navi-computer displayed they'd reached the Xephos System, their colonial home, the Spirit of Freedom was ripped out of FTL, sending them careening toward Xephos V, the mechanical superplanet within the system. As the severally damaged Spirit of Freedom punched through the atmosphere of the superplanet, with Prescott ordering all hands to abandon ship. As escape pods ejected from the doomed battleship, Prescott strapped into the Captain's chair, ready to go down with his ship.
As the colonials of the Fractured Coalition watched, a small, Edison-Explorer-Class Starship race after the Spirit of Freedom. "Control, this is Michigan, Captain of the Pacific Sojourner, I am racing to give the Spirit of Freedom a controlled crash! Patch me through to her Captain!" With several seconds passing by, Michigan and Prescott are now side by side. Prescott fires his retrorockets, pitching the saucer of the Spirit of Freedom upwards, now aiming for the Prothyian Sea. With help from the Pacific Sojourner, the Spirit of Freedom skims the water before slamming her saucer into the sea, coming to fully-resting a mile off the coast, her severally damaged nacelles pointing into the sky as retrieve and repair craft approached the massive ship.