The pulse of nuclear energy meant Nexus had managed to get the auxiliary generator running, having to salvage working bits and pieces from all over the station to properly get everything fixed. Now the wavering hum of fusion power courses through the faulty wired of the station, flicking on a handful of lights to make it look even more decrepit and horror-esque. But, the power conduit running to the ship hold was functional. All the power tools were in working order, but the craft which was docked had taken quite a beating being compressed and electromagnetically pulsed.

Nexus was about halfway to getting the craft running again before it was moved without the machine's knowledge. The bein which has moved it was no doubt some sort of advanced being and the transition from deep space to here was seamless. Which meant that the station still retained its gentle rotation and movement, slowly but surely creeping towards DS9. It would take days if not weeks for it to be considered close however, so panic was minimal.

The welding tip was white hot, stitching up steel plating which had blown open in the dimensional jump. Electrical components were back in running order. Unfortunately, with the amount of parts salvaged, it was doubtful the station would ever be the same. But stations could always be rebuilt. Piece by piece, this station would be torn apart and repurposed in building droids or other components to create a better station for research. Nexus just hoped that some of the weapons and equipment in the Application wing survived. Even in mid testing, they were quite valuable and efficient in their purpose.