Harold's own reports were rolling in as the Captain's voice came in through his com link, and he was in no mood to be calm and polite even by his erratic standards of good behavior. "Status report? Entirely separate from the holes in our damn hull, Captain, We've got both drive arrays disabled, a broken reactor and two damaged ones, and a heap of not-quite-molten slag where our fancy new warp drive used to be after it blew its load in our face and no one thought to bring a tissue. Our status, captain, is lame, half-crippled, and stranded who knows the hell where. Eighty minutes and I'll have one thruster array running again, the other will take five hours and EVA activity. Engineering out."