Bristol got up as quickly as his aching body would let him. Forcing away the pain from his right knee and shoulder, he staggered back to the molded seat and moved the console back to him. The alternate control panels were dark, but he still had impulse power. Daring to look at the position of the Rapier, he issued the orders to move the Warlord off to one side.
T'Nia quietly got up, extreme pain coming from the burns on her left arm and forehead where the sparks and flames burned her. She tried to reach for the extinguisher under her seat, but her left arm wouldn't obey her mental command. Without a word, she reached with her right arm, popped the panel, retrieved the extinguisher and sprayed burned remains of her console. Her station was useless, she noted as she put out the fires.
Elaine was petrified. Her knees were sore, but when she tried to stand, she simply couldn't. She could hear from her earpiece, a few inches from her, numerous voices calling for help. She could smell fire and burned electronics. Her eyes could only see everything through a cloud of red-reflecting smoke. She shook...and shook. Elaine cursed herself trying to get up, but nothing worked... until she felt a hand on her.
Tony sat up from the floor. His knee and elbow hurt from the fall, but after a quick inspection, he was no worse than a few bumps and bruises. For a moment, he thought they were done for. Tyler was desperately trying to get back into the navigation console. T'Nia was trying to put out the fire on her console. Tony could only imagine what the rest of the ship looked like. Then, he looked up at the viewscreen. The Rapier was an absolute mess of twisted metal. Most of the front of the ship was completely exposed to space. The entire left portion of the ship had been completely blown off. Minor explosion and sparks dotted the front and left of the ship. Relaxing somewhat, he dared to take a deep breath, then looked at Elaine, who was actually sobbing on the floor next to him. He crawled over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Come on," he said quietly, "I'll help you up. I think the worst is over."
Reluctantly, she took his hand and fumbled herself into her seat. He took her earpiece off the floor and handed it to her. Her eyes were still terrified, but as she stared into his, his gathering confidence gave her enough confidence to attempt her job. She put the earpiece in and attempted to discern what everyone was saying.
The fire successfully out, T'Nia dropped the empty extinguisher and walked over to the auxiliary computer station next to Leiutenant Davies. Although she was still feeling pain over much of her body, her will power was winning, so the pain was easing. She sat down and brought up the sensors. Short range sensors were operating on a minimal basis, but it was sufficient to see the condition of the other ship. It wasn't quite as wounded as it looked. "Commander," she started, "the Rapier's main drive system is down. It is operating on emergency power only. If my scans are correct, it still has at least three forward disruptors and four torpedo tubes active. It can only maneuver on thrusters, however and it would appear their sensors are all down."
Kirk was crawling back to the captain's seat. "Uh, oh." he replied. "Elaine, how are we doing?"
Still shaking, she stuttered a reply. "Commander... I have red lights all over the ship. The...doctor...he's in engineering. There are a lot of casualties. Um...some of the decks are without power. It looks like our whole weapons grid is down... and so's the warp drive. We still have impulse power, though. I'm still... trying to make sense of everyone yelling."
"Keep at it," Kirk replied. He was trying desperately to hold back the pain that was overtaking his body. "So...they can't move and we can't shoot." Stephen struggled through the pain to come up with options. None were coming to mind. He absently pulled a medikit from under the Captain's chair, removed a support brace and put it around his leg. With the press of a button, it inflated and hardened. "Wait..." He turned back to Elaine. "We're running under auxiliary power, right?" She nodded. "Do the transporters still work?"
She tapped a few buttons on her panel. "The cargo transporter in cargo bay two is still online." She replied.
He stood up gingerly and tested his reinforced leg. It still hurt to put any weight on it, but at least he could move. "T'Nia, how many torpedos do we have left?" He tried to hold back his wincing.
From the computer console, she pressed a few buttons. Eventually, she got her answer. "Commander, we have nine torpedos left... and you might want to do something about your head wound, too. Please hand me the kit when you're finished." Her voice was still calm, belaying the growing pain her mind was having difficulty containing.
He touched his forehead and saw the fresh blood on his hand. "Great. Only nine?" He took a bandage from the kit and pressed it to his head.
T'Nia stated matter-of-factly, "We didn't leave with a full payload, only enough to perform some weapons testing." Kirk tossed the kit to her, which she caught with her good arm. "Thank you." She added.
"They'll have to do. Tony," Kirk spoke with authority. An idea was coming to his mind. "follow me... and bring your system tricorder with you. We need to reprogram some torpedos...and hurry. My guess is whoever is left on that ship is trying to fix it." Kirk headed for the turbolift door.
"Coming, Commander." Leiutenant Moreaux said. He had hoped this was over, but apparently it wasn't. With a quick scan around his station, he found his tricorder on the floor. He snatched it up quickly, patted Elaine on the shoulder and winked. She smiled back weakly. She knew it wasn't over, either. The turbolift doors closed behind them.