Oliver Sullivan
Ship interior
Skills: N/A
Oli's eyes flashed with an odd mixture of exhaustion and determination. He was absolutely done with today at this point, and Celestine losing her mind to some evil something-or-other was just another thing thrown on today's endless pile of bullshit. As effortlessly as breathing, he reached for his speed once again, and was at the console in the blink of an eye. He had to do something, be it shut down Phil, or cut off this connection, but he absolutely couldn't make heads or tails of whatever system this AI was running on. It was beyond him, and that infuriated him.
Second option, knock Celestine the fuck out. Unfortunately, that was far from an easy task when they were falling at terminal velocity, and though he tried to run up to hit her, his fist went wide. He cursed under his breath and felt the pressure as it felt they were quickly running out of options, so he tried to take another hit, but kept going wide. Looking back at Amelia nervously, he only had the hope that she could remedy this situation. Her taking control of the plane seemed like the only thing they could actually do now, and if she didn't, there were all going to die in the worse anticlimax ever.