The hurried order for code red made Aodh curse loudly, swinging into the loading tube itself to assist with repairs. It wasn't a mad bit of damage, but misalignment in this age was deadly. With a trained precision he helped the engineers align of structure, embracing his mother's telekinesis to speed the repair further. He frowned in agitation at being forced to resort to her magic, but the engineers were grateful for the help, helping direct his powers exactly where they desired them. "We'll be ready for battle in just a moment." Aodh told the bridge through his comlink, his eyes narrowed at the sloppiness of the repair. "But once we're in free space I will have to fix the shoddy work."<br/><br/>Abby nodded in the bridge, delivering his message between bursts of translating. "I can't recognise this type of ship, and they don't seem to be delivering any useful messages." She finished, her lips tightening slightly in agitation. "But I have their frequency now, Captain, I should be able to translate orders as they pass from ship to ship."