The Faith of the Heart tumbled aimlessly through space.  Small arcs of energy danced across her hull from exposed plasma conduits.

Inside the Faith, nearly every hand was hard at work performing repair and damage control operations. Engineering Chief Rex Miller grasped both temples between thumb and middle finger, palm across his eyes, for a long moment.  He was tired.  Their ship had taken quite the beating.  Normally, with the repair transporters up and running his engineers could simple cut away debris and remove slagged components and the ship itself would transport replacement components directly into position from storage.  That simply wasn't possible at the moment.

"Good News," Rex reported, his Texan accent quite apparent, "The antimatter containment has been stabilized.  We replaced the nonfunctional gravitic and magnetic coils.  Main sensors are still offline.  I think we blew some isolinear chips during the slingshot but I just finished making sure we didn't erupt into a bleeding supernova."

Chandani was also exhausted but she couldn't let weakness show.  

"Good work chief.  We're alive.  That's what's important.  Now that we've got the containment back under control and life support up and running we can begin looking at the other basics, the impulse engines, warp core and sensors.  In the meantime. I don't like being blind.  Secondary sensors are much more limited.  That stream of plasma we haven't fully locked down is like a flare across the stars.  We're very visible.  The Dominion could be on us at any time.

"We could launch a runabout," Rex replied, "We may not have power to most of the primary hull and the main shuttle bay we can use the one meant to replace the one Deep Space Nine lost."

"That's a great idea." Chandani agreed, "It's got the range  It's warp capable and can survive if we get separated."