The ship was taking heavy damage and Eric was working frantically with the numbers and readings showing up in front of his face. â€œThis royally sucks.â€ He cursed under his breath as he moved  his hand in a counterclockwise circle over a blue flashing round disk on the top right of the console. It was working better but there were still a few glitches. â€œNever should have kicked it Eric old boy.â€ He said talking to himself as his hands flew over the touch screen pushing buttons and taking readings.<br/><br/>There was chaos everywhere, ordered or no it was turning into something Eric would rather avoid. A glance at the woman who what his partner for now gave him the impression that she was the type who didnâ€™t take things to lightly. His first clue was when she essentially blamed him for the broken IFF. He couldnâ€™t help but laugh at that though he knew it wasnâ€™t funny and she probably would have taken it badly if it werenâ€™t for the ships attacking them. The commander shouted out orders as fast as he could after each attack by the offending ships. Eric guessed he was trying to make sure the ships behind them were not getting as much of the trouble as they were.<br/><br/>Voices rang in his ears as he did his job at the console. A few times he barked orders of his own but it was due to readings he had received. â€œLetâ€™s see if we canâ€™t get a look at your pretty faces.â€ He said to no one in particular as he pulled down  a keypad and began to type furiously. He had been about to type the final code in when someone screamed somewhere behind him.<br/><br/>Eric looked to see what was going on exactly when one of the offending ships hit them directly causing him to fall out of his chair and land hard on the ground. His mind was spinning, his vision was a bit blurry and everything sounded like it was in an echoing tunnel.  Closing his eyes he tried to sort out all the noise to get something anything that he could hear clearly.<span style="font-style: italic">I must have hit my head pretty hardâ€¦ </span>he thought when the Commanderâ€™s voice rang in his ear. â€œDamage report.â€<br/><br/>Shaking his head in an attempt to clear out as much noise as he could he got up and whipped off the sprinkle of debris off the IFF, careful not to touch any of the wires that had sprung up after the attack. It was completely black and there were no readings coming from it anymore. He looked back at the Commander â€œI donâ€™t have anything coming from here but I could try to rewire a few things to make it work againâ€¦possibly.â€ As much as he trusted his skills in fixing things like this he wasnâ€™t sure if there was a.) enough power or b.) whether it would even work or not.  The commander rubbed his long peppered black beard, â€œdo what you can.â€ He said barking out orders and asking questions of each of the other stations.<br/><br/>â€œAye, aye sir.â€ Eric said under his breath.<span style="font-style: italic">What have you gotten yourself into this time? </span>He wondered as he knelt down and slowly got on his back to look underneath at everything he had to work with. â€œI won't be able to do this on my own after all.â€ He groaned when he saw the panel of the main conduit missing, wires everywhere and potential fire hazards everywhere he looked. Taking a deep breath he coughed from the fumes and slid out from underneath it. Turning his head to the side he looked at the woman who had talked to him earlier. â€œHey you, busy at the moment?â€ he asked not even attempting to be kosher, he needed help and he wasnâ€™t always someone who was eloquent with words.