The Captain never wanted a human as her XO but the upper ranks never cared what she wanted thankfully she got lucky this time. It was not bad enough that she had a bunch of badly trained officers, but many of her soldiers were human as well, which was typical, but at least she had one officer she could rely on. Though he was rather effective as her second in command, she still didn't like him, nor did she want to.  It was nothing personal, just her reality. As far as she cared, he could keep his distance, so after giving him a quick glance as he stood next to her, she placed her hands on the edge of the table like main display and looked over the hologram. "I would call it a massacre personally, and I want to know how they knew are jump route. That assumes there was a possible traitor in our ship or one of the others, I want all our new shipmates to be tagged and checked over." She ordered to the security officer before looking back at the display.<br/><br/>"Why would they go for the kill when what they wanted was on board, there is no tactical value." She mutters to herself, but by no means softly. One of her hands moves to her bony hair and begins to trace the carvings slowly. "They could have attempted to disrupt our jump or cripple our engines but most of the hits are along the middle of the hull, which isn't where you target to cripple a ship." A few taps on the display control causes the hologram to highlight the damage on the ship, the majority of it being on the guns or hull towards the middle. "As I expected."  She hissed out and zoomed in on one of the holes in the hologram, "Gre'vrens."<br/><br/>Turning to the Zaide she barks, "Seal storage deck B and all surrounding decks, security locks with the ninth passcode series, get marines to all exits, do the same for the maintence area in deck F. There should be two in the storage deck." The Gre'vrens were a weapon her race loved and that she had enjoyed on numerous occasions. Though most of her past was classified it didn't stop her from using past experiences to turn a bad situation around. The Gre'vrens were a type of missile that burrowed similar to a viper, but were meant to be undetectable and pierce into the hull so someone could get into the ship. Each pod only carried one thankfully, but sometimes that was bad enough. If they sealed the surrounding areas and let the marines sweep through the sealed areas they should find all of them. But if it was her, she knew where she would hit first, and they would get through those security doors if the marines didn't find them in time, "Send a squad to all engineer units, if there are not enough marines available, draft some of the pilots. They should be experienced in fighting under pressure."<br/><br/>But that was only part of her problems, the scientists behind her needed her attention and she had ignored them long enough. Her eyes glanced over the few, taking a second to look Damen up and down before limping to her chair and sitting down. "Comms, Navigation and Engineering, compile all data on the jump and make a copy for our new best friends, include information that we can get on our current location." As tired as she was, it was not stopping her work ethic, everything she had available would be utilized or she would be damned. "Something happened in the last jump, and I want to know what, and where we are. Our navigation computer cannot locate us and our manual analysis is getting no clues either." She said directly to the scientists this time. "You are the best we have at the moment and I need an explanation and a plan on how to get back to friendly territory. Secondly, I want the three of you to help fix our engines and other parts as needed. We don't have the personnel to spare and from my understanding you are all experienced scientists and we have taken significant damage."<br/><br/>Her eyes slowly drifted back to those holes in her ship and her real eye let a almost unnoticeable red hazy cloud drift forward before disappearing in such a way it questioned if it ever existed. "Give the marines the command to make sure that any guests we may have do not touch a wire on my ship or they all get court marshaled when we get out." Her voice was calm, and surprisingly in control for the situation, then tapping on her chair she lifts up a wired radio, "Engineering I want a status report now." She orders then taps the controls to mute it for a moment before telling her XO. "Make sure everyone stays off wireless radios, any enemy units on the ship can most likely monitor them. Stick to hard lined communication." Then raising the speaker to her ear she wants for the response from engineering.<br/>