Danica sighed, because saying it was going to make the Captain grumpier than normal,<span style="color: #40FF40"> "Those were the thrusters."</span>She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment and added slowly,<span style="color: #40FF40">"I'm not sure we could stop the orbit from decaying with our tractor beam either. The strain with the gravitational pull catching a ship of that mass, the hull being fractured will rip apart, I'd have to..."</span>She trailed off, her view switching to calculations. They were rudely interrupted,<span style="color: #40FFFF">"Dani." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF40">"Mmm? Well maybe if we could vent it planetside, but without thrusters to stabilize, chances are that would only send it into a spin and then you wouldn't get a tractor lock at all. Yes, all right I'm on my way back to engineering. I can't think of anything that's going to get you more than a piece of that ship, so.. pick a part with something in it you want." </span>Danica could visualize the Captain's grimace, though he'd cut communications with her channel. Not that she couldn't monitor the bridge if she wanted, but it seemed like a waste of time when she could be running. No doubt the Captain would try it anyway. It was a huge federation ship.<br/><br/>When the Captian answered the standard hail cut off,<span style="color: #FFFF40">"Ah someone is there." </span>The Enolian glanced down and then slightly to the side, but nothing could be heard beyond his own voice. After that slight hesitation he smiled slightly,<span style="color: #FFFF40">"I am Willka Lar-sen, Tradeship Penny. We have no room for a thousand, but one is not a problem. If you can lower your shields we can beam you aboard."</span>