OOC: Well, sorry. I have a hard time with this kind of thing. Besides, that contract's words said 'this RP' as in Spacial Reality. Besides, who said that those bombs went off yet?
IC: Suddenly the ship is rocked with explosion after explosion. The whole thing was shutting down and was having system failures that were getting progressively worse, starting with the security. The doors to Black's cell opened suddenly and the guards were in a panic, the whole ship was blowing up around them and that was taking priority. It was a moment of opportunity to escape before drifting in space in a scrap field was the next thing to look forward to in the near future.
Attention all on this ship! Please make your way to the hanger! The ship's PA repeated, calling a total evacuation.
OOC: Time for you to make a grand escape.