The only thing anyone can do is ride it out to the end. The ship is sinking, play some fucking music.

We won't be able to migrate to another planet unless the gravity is consistent. The bummer is that there aren't any nearby candidates.

In a way, this solar system is almost like a quarantine. Sure, it's "party central" for the sector of the Sagittarius Dwarf Elliptical Galaxy that it is, but all of its trash and garbage has to stay local.