Zaide was on the bridge in the damage control compartment when the attack hit. There was only one person manning the station that was usually dark in the state they were in. Power surge and the kid couldn't even figure out how to fix it. Stifling a bit of anger he slowly went through the possess of finding out what the problem was and then calling down to Engineering to get maintenance personnel to check it out. Once the attack started he was bobbing back and forth assisting the one man damage control operative and the Electronic Warfare suites that still needed to boot up. The first minutes were a little hectic but smoothed out as someone came in to help out the inexperienced green horn at the DC station. The commander quickly turned his attention to the EW officers. "Alright gentlemen, I want any missiles within 20 clicks to have their guidance systems so scrambled they think their coffee makers." That got a laugh out of the two humans that were there.<br/><br/>Firing on there own ship got a lot of the crews attention. There had been a lot of 'Cross breeding' between the two crews. It sparked Memories in Zaide's mind as well. "Were not out of the water yet." he turned back to the station "Incoming! Starboard, 15 Degrees, Vector 7," a second glance gave him a bit of a jolt "There's Viper Tac missiles in the mix! Don't let them hit the ship." Viper tacs would drill into the ship before exploding, usually tailing another missiles crater in. They were deadly to smaller ships and usually made short work of inboard systems. The officers would do their best of course.<br/><br/>The station knocked fifteen of the thirty missiles out of the air, the other fifteen hit. He felt the rumble of explosions, and the hull ripping. Several pops. Zaide leaned over to the damage control section "Report!"<br/><br/>The Green horn looked over, his eyes a little wild but still operating like he should. His voice cracked sevral times. "Three breaches, we got it. Sealing sections and sending fire control squad. sir." he turned back to continue coordinating.<br/><br/>Zaide then heard the Captain give the order for a jump. Retreat and regroup. He could go with that. "Concentrate on defense until we jump! Hang in there boys." he turned and climbed up to the main bridge deck and to his usual station chair, where he quickly gripped on for the wildest jump he'd ever experienced. It left him dazed but unscathed. He straightened himself and his uniform after.<br/><br/>The Commander coughed once and after a quick glance back at damage control he stepped up beside the Captain, giving her a nod of respect, "That was a riot." he smoothed back his hair and pulled up a nav chart on a screen and got the computer calculating where we were. The Nav officer would be able to accomplish it faster but i looked like they were incapacitated. He was a little upset with the inexperience of some of the crew. He knew it wasn't their fault but it was still frustrating to be paired with a bag full of newbies.