The USS Pendragon could hear a hail in the nebula, and with so few ships remaining, Starfleet scattered to the wind, it made sense to make friends, allies. The last few days had been extremely trying, avoiding patrols, powering down all systems to appear dead and hope to be missed. It was all so far out of any known set of Starfleet protocols and training and knowing what to do next extremely hard. But at this moment even in pristine condition he was sore pressed whether to to just make a run for it, or to hold fast and wait for others to arrive.

"This is Captain Weston of the Pendragon. We hear you Cerberus. It is welcome to hear another voice."