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A white hole burst into being, a broken and battered spacecraft sliding out before the white hole vanished. The ship was slowly tumbling, holes in the hull streaming oxygen. It looked like it'd been through hell.

Aboard the Bridge, Admiral Luna, House of Davis, shook her head to clear the mental fog. There was a trickle of blood running down her face from somewhere in her naturally pink hair, though her safety harness was still intact, keeping her strapped to her chair.

"Oh...what happened. Where are we?"

At the front of the bridge were two stations, both manned, though only one station's occupant was moving.

"No idea, ma'am. Sensors and Astrogation are down."

The speaker unbuckled himself and moved to the station on his right, moving the body to the floor.

"Engines are offline and we're drifting."

Luna turned to her Tactical Officer, though her head hurt from the motion. Her Tactical Officer was slumped over her station, head at an unnatural angle. Luna unbuckled her self and slowly climbed to her feet, shuffling to the Tactical Station.

"Engines, shields, and sensors are down, both internal and external. Damn."

She slowly sat back in the command chair, pulling up a shipwide communications link.

"All hands, this is the Captain. I want a shipwide status report, now."

After a few moments, she received a patchy report from various stations. Engineering was gutted, as was Security. The Marines were unscathed, but Sickbay took a beating and were starting to get flooded with casualties. Luna pulled up a personal commlink to Legion-Commander Celdor.

"Commander, as much as I hate to say this, bring the murdering scum to the bridge."

"Yes ma'am."

Luna sat back into the cushion of the chair, hand on her forehead, trying to ignore that the charred husk in the chair next to her was once her XO.

It's gonna be a long day.

The corners of Luna's mouth twitched.

"Ryan, eh? Well, normally, power is routed to primary functions in emergencies, but I'd say we could use a morale boost. I'll have someone shunt some power your way."

Luna set her padd down, a small smile on her face.

"Ah, so it seems you can be civil, though I use that word with you loosely."

She released her, the headache fading as well. Luna stood up again, this time standing out of Aralinna's personal space.

"As much as it pains me to say this, we actually have use for your civilized talents."

Celdor left the room after Luna shot him a mental message. She then handed Aralinna a separate padd.

"Engines, sensors, and power flow are shot to hell. Engineering is down to a handful of ratings and petty officers. Unfortunately, you happen to be the only person with the knowledge and experience to make things happen."

She crossed her arms, gazing around the Bridge.

"Obviously, this is a unique situation. We could make the repairs with what we have, but I'd rather not take the time, as primary weapons and shields are offline. I need you down in Engineering. I need this beat up old b***h back on her feet. or at least on her knees."

She tapped her armrest, two armored Marines stepping inside from Luna's conference room.

"I'm giving you the blanket authority you need to make things happen down there. Within reason. And you will be escorted. Get it done, and we'll talk about your...unique situation aboard my ship."