The warning klaxons were still sounding as all hands scrambled back to their posts. "Report!" The Captain called out loudly over the blasts of voices that were coming through the static filled communications station. "No helm control." The woman before him ran her hands over the controls rapidly, trying to coax the system back to life. "Stabilizing thrusters have fired though." "Impulse drive at thirty seven percent power." The officer from the engineering station responded. "Main power is off line. We are operating on emergency power." "No communications except for internal." A young lieutenant called out. "And even that is sketchy right now." "Hull breach," The executive officer called from the back of the bridge. "Emergency bulkheads have closed off the damaged compartments." "Where?" The Captain spun his chair around. "Aft starboard." "Docking control?" "No response to hails, Sir. But damage control has someone on their way now." "My Cargo Containers!" The Commander suddenly interrupted. "Will be just as lost if we don't regain control of this ship, Commander!" The Captain shot back to the older man. "Keep quiet or leave the bridge!" He then spun his chair back towards the engineer station. "What's the word?" "Primary relays have been overloaded. Chief Engineer Braxton said nine hours to pull and replace. But. He can have impulse power, and Helm back up in two hours." "So," The captain leaned back in his chair. "Deaf, blind, and with no control." "My Containers!" The Commander stepped closer and raised his voice. "I suggest you go look out a window, Commander." The Captain then raised his arm and pointed with his thumb towards the exit. "Off the bridge or I will have security remove you."