As both the XO and her guard left the bridge, the Captain could do little else then rub her eyes and wait for the next set of analysis. Thankfully that would not take much time, in a matter of ten minutes navigation had her with the answer she didn't want to hear. The officer was reluctant to report but after double checking multiple times, confirmed, they were in space unknown. "Run it again, There has to be something we can use to find our way back." The Captain ordered firmly, her eyes looking over the data. There was almost no recognizable star formations, at least from this angle.<br/><br/>"Any radio frequencies we can use?"<br/>"None that I can find Captain."<br/><br/>This was getting worse and worse so far. No communications, no recognizable location navigation, and no jump drive so far. They were sitting ducks, more so, sitting ducks with a hurt wing. Her hands crossed quickly and she placed her head on top of them as she sighed softly,  this was increasingly becoming closer to her terrain though, so much so that she actually couldn't help smiling softly. "Lost in the forest of Le'vresan with no supplies besides a dull knife." She muttered to herself as she tapped her foot slowly. "I  want all systems reduced in power that are either too damaged or unnecessary. We are going to reduce as many ways of tracking us as we can. Make sure power usage and generation is the bare minimum. If engineering has a problem with that tell them to complain once we have FTL drives or at least sublight back." It would be only then that she would have to eat her words.<br/><br/>"We have a contact, it is too distant to tell yet what form of ship it is, but it is large." Came quickly from the comms station. "It looks to be twice the size of the Liege at minimum, and closing in at a slow pace." Was announced abruptly and the entire bridge looking at the Captain quickly as she drummed her hand slowly, her fingers twisting slowly. She didn't respond at first, just pulled up the radar on her screen and stared at the oncoming icon. "Abort processing of unknown pilots, get everyone to their ships. We need every pilot in a fighter now. Get them in the air."<br/><br/>"Sir, we don't have formed squadrons and our CAG is MIA."<br/><br/>This was a worst case scenario, they were unorganized and damaged, and without a CAG there was no way of organizing the pilots efficiently. She was a special forces veteran, not a pilot. "Then we better hope our pilots can get their acts in gear without someone holding their hands. Get them in the air, now." She barked, standing up quickly and grabbing her cane. The old soldier limping to the main display and looking at the oncoming ship. "I want to know what that ship is, now."<br/><br/>"What about the infiltrators and the marine force, the XO is still down there."<br/><br/>She was quickly tiring of this questioning of her orders, "They will have to fend for themselves, the XO and the marines have their job, and we have ours. Now get those birds in the air, and all available weapons armed and locked. " She ordered as the large ship closed in, it was still too far, even for their main gun to hit accurately, but they were not going to engage if they could help it, if they were lucky the low power signature would have gone unnoticed. "I need blades out now!" She yelled, the delay on the launch beginning to worry her. "Stay close to the ship in defensive formation until further notice." She ordered.<br/>