Miscalculation or reborn to wrecking-ball

"15 minuets till point of no return, everyone please get to safety positions" the ship mind spouted, and David was just setting the last few things to work "I hope that you algorithms were calculated correctly."
the organic computer, often referred to as the the ship mind great almost amounts or abouts just not all out exacts.

"come on McAllister we got ten minuets! hurry up."

right-right McAllister stammered as he was grabbing the last of his tools when something new popped up on the viewer. and blinked "Space brake directive, hyper space revers jump ready" his eyes when wide.
"Oh, crap I told them not to do it."
"McAllister?"
"I've got to see the Duke."
"Therese no time get into your pod."
"that's just the thing the pods are suicide" McAllister began to rush down the hallway "I've got to stop it!" David yelled in explanation.

the speakers over head "5 minuets till black whole jump, entering gravitational field"
"no,no,no-no-no!" he began to pace but then was slammed against the gelatinous wall, braking two ribs and possibly a concussion. but David had bigger fish to fry.

on the bridge---
gravitational pull intensified 10 fold sir.
the duke smiled in his highly strapped chair, " on the view screen in two minuets I want to do my speech."
yes sir.
deflectors holding sir gravitational compression on all decks breaches on 14, 25 and 17, shield on stand by, and troops safe in there pods, they report." the lieutenant paused then continued "a little sea sick sir." all the senior officers smirked.

"jump into Turbo Space in 3-2-" the rift opened in a brilliant gold an yellow tore in front of there ship the edges of the singularity like a blender of blue light and slurped up the cybernetic ship easily do to the gravitational forces.

in the rift space rippled like it would in a lake distortions were everywhere and at points people weren't quite sure who they were. but the sound of explosions were rampant.

the Duke began his speech, nodding toward his chief engineer to fix what ever was going on. "crew of the reborn, we are embarking on the greatest ship of our time-

back on the lower decks---

McAllister trying to save the ship from the inevitable splat that would occur from going into normal hyperspace(much slower then turbo space) in reverse while still in the singularity of turbo space.

in a dispirit attempt, David slapped his hand on the closest consul, it turned out to be the intercom and McAllester did the only thing he could do. he lied. "troops in section 24-B this is kernel Bettinger(a real Kernel) code 4512 the water supply tanks along with the nectar battery's have been contaminated with a retro virus and are probably rigged to detonate any secant now that we've jumped dimensions."

the major confused on the receiving end "what sir!?"

"eject that cargo Now!-Or we don't even have a chance! open the hatch doors with your helmet if you have to."

David winced in pain as not being protected in a pod he was being crushed into the wall. his superior officer unable to do anything as he looked on from his pod.

McAllister muttered to himself. "why did they they change the braking system last minuet." becoming delusional do to the radiation and stress McAllisters last word of consciousness were

"were to heavy..." he slowly closed his eyes do to his weakness. looking at the crest of the reborn he was lying on, he could only think "I wish I could do something more" it was a picture of a Phoenix.
his blood soon leaked from the back of his skull the blood smeared across angelic picture (do to the gravity). "we've got to loose the weight."