[h1][b][i][color=olivedrab][center]Ansgar Staudinger[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

	"Ah'll live. Anyt'ing ah got 'it with can wait. Walkin' wounded an all t'at. Ah don't even know if ah'm injured."

	Ansgar responded briefly to the medic, before hauling ass back to the engine room, moving full sprint with the kind of experience that came from working damage control in a rapidly failing situation. With the Lass moving back to the engine room controls, he could focus on the next most pressing matter. Get their damned shields back up and running. The Captain would find the secondary controls, while they lacked a natural bridge view, were repurposed from old ships that couldn't afford having a vision port. It used well placed cameras across the hull, located in hardened casemates and in sub optimal positions for being targeted. It would take getting used to, but it would work. Ansgar would burst into the engine room, locking down the hatch leading into the engine room. It would take either the Captain, Ansgar, or a cutting torch to get through now. He had a plan for the shields, though it would not be pretty long term.

	"Lass! Ah'm rerouting power from t'e old bridge t' the shields. Cannae promise it'll last long, but ah can boost t'e refresh doin' it..."

	Ansgar had sprinted into the center of the engine room, zipping up his attire from the way it had been, tied around the waist, as it would insulate him against shock, and he hauled the deckplate up, a belch of smoke rose up, likely trapped from something else giving out. These bastards better be ready to pay for the work he was going to have to do to repair the damned ship. Dropping down, he pulled his kit out and started working, sparks flying impotently against his thick attire, pulling cables and rerouting others, and a rather notable shudder would shake the ship as the shields suddenly flared, the power dump from the now ruined bridge snapping it back online in time to intercept the next barrage, the overclocked shield capacitors requiring constant attention to keep them from exploding.

	"Hope yer damned friend can drive em off, Lass, yer lucky ah know m' way around t'is ships blasted equipment!"