The Adira slowly, but surely drifted towards the origins of the signal, the ship's Impulse engines only given a fraction of their power, mostly to keep the ship unnoticed for as long as possible, and the fact there really was no rush. Only a fool rushes to their death, or at least that's what Karn liked to think. Eventually, the ship got within visual range of the signal origin, while it was for the most part obscured by the dense nebula cloud. For a trained eye, it was all too easy to spot an Federation ship, especially since it technically wasn't trying too hard to hide. 

"Warp signature detected." reported a sensor operative, "What limited scans can tell, it appears to be of Starfleet make." This news pleased the Adira's captain greatly, this all but confirmed the presence of the Federation Fleet, salvation was at hand. He was just about to order that a channel be opened with the nearest vessel, when one of his subordinates called out that they were being hailed. The vessel in question, didn't seem to be identifying it's self as Starfleet, or Klingon, but considering the circumstances it was fairly obvious as to who it was. 

He composed himself, standing in front of the viewing screen, the dark and small Bridge of the Galor-class was nothing to marvel at, unlike the bridge of Starfleet vessels, so he ordered the lights dimmed, no one need see the battle damage. 

"This is the Cardassian star ship, [i]Adira[/i], as her captain, I am formerly requesting assistance from the Federation, and her allies." said Karn, he didn't want to sound desperate, as much as he was, but he needed to sound strong and able, if he wasn't careful, they'd just throw him and his crew in a prison, ignoring the fact none of them are criminals. "Be advised," he added on. "I am carrying over three-thousand cardassian refugees."