The chaos on the vessel had died down considerably during the hour long wait. That said, none of the repairs necessary to get her fully functional had been completed either.
Inside the cramped, dim cockpit, Kaz Martell sits patiently. Below him, under and inside the communications console, the upper half of a lower torso was poking out slightly. The mechanical wiring and artificial bone structure was plain to see, twitching and occasionally sparking slightly with phantom movement.
"Sir, I have completed all possible repairs on the communications equipment," a firmly female, slightly mechanical voice intones from inside the console.
On queue, Kaz leans down and grabs the torso, lifting and pulling it from the access port. The rest of the humanoid figure, the Mechanized Armature Ria, using her hands to remove herself, comes to a rest on the floor.
"I have been unable to triangulate our position by star patterns. Estimates would place us somewhere in a Spinward arm of the Galaxy," she continues, voice tinged slightly with concern.
Pondering for a moment, Kaz replies. "Don't worry. We should have enough fuel for a jump or two, provided Lan gets the reactor patched." He holds up a hand, seeing the anticipation on Maria's face. "I'm not sending you out there with your innards hanging out, so don't ask. Keep an ear on the comms, I'm going to check on the Captain."
Without another word, Kaz begins making his way to the Medical bay.
Simply stepping from the cockpit into the drone bay was mildly depressing; the remnants of the ship's automated repair drones, as well as its AMS and Strike drones, were strewn about the room in low-G. Taking the long way through access corridors and the decimated sensor suite, Kaz makes his way into the Medbay.
Sitting in the middle of the room was Fe Jones, the green Zenid. Kaz could tell she was somewhat distracted, understandably so. The only two wounded survivors were on stretchers- Captain Bjorn and Ensign Jones. Both were in critical condition, and it was only thanks to Fe and the emergency power she provided the medical equipment that was keeping the two of them alive.
The majority of the crew was in a line on the floor, covered in a blanket.
Before Kaz could ask what Bjorn's condition was, Maria's insistent voice echoed through the halls behind him. "Sir, we are receiving a hail."
"No verbal message Sir, but there is visual instruction for docking preparations with an unidentified vessel." Maria looks up at Kaz as he enters the cockpit; she had pulled herself up into the pilot's chair, and was observing the primary communications screen.
Hesitant, Kaz looks at what little feedback they were getting from the mangled sensors. "Completely unidentified," he says affirmatively. Indeed, they couldn't even get an idea of how large it was. "I don't think it would be in our best interests to deny a potential savior. If our ship can translate their speech into Basic, then at least we shouldn't have much trouble communicating."
Pausing, he mulls things over. "Arrange for our Starboard airlock to dock. I'll grab Lan and meet our new friends in the Starboard crew quarters. If we can transmit anything, let them know to be prepared for a zero-g environment."
With that, Kaz makes his way fetch Lan and make for the Starboard crew quarters; and makes sure he's ready for hostile boarders as well, grim as the possibility might be.