The Jackal now had serious time for repairs, and entire crew was working on them while the clock ticked down. Thirty-six hours remained before their deadline. Already, light weapons and the hyper drive had been brought back online. Currently, efforts were focused on getting shields back up.
Kai knew that if he didn't get his ship battle-ready within his 36-hour deadline, this mysterious new enemy could destroy him and his crew at any time. He needed to return to G-Fed space and the nearest subspace gate, other than a Drax controlled gate, was three days away.
"Where are we in terms of shields," Kai asked of the head tech for the area, while he was over-looking repairs in the main shield generator compartment. He didn't know his ass from a power coupling, so he could be of little help. He knew this, and stuck to supervising.
"Well, Captain, I can give you shields in twelve hours," replied the tech. "The problem is finding the power. We can't seem to get the starboard hyper reaction chamber to go exothermic. But we're working on it."
"Get it done, or we're all dead." With that, Kai exited the compartment, and received a call on his communicator. Kai took the small, cell-phone like device from his belt, and accepted the call. It was Chief Maroszan.
"Sir, we have heavy plasma guns online," Maroszan said with excitement. "With the exception of the batteries destroyed in the battle. Hyper-cannons aren't going to be online without the help of a shipyard, though. They were hit with feedback when we were knocked out of hyperspace."
"One of your underlings told me we were having trouble with the starboard power plant," Kai remarked.
"We are," said Maroszan, his voice turning grave. "And if we can't get it back online, we might as well be an over-sized frigate."
"Get it done, James."
Kai deactivated his comm, and went to his office. He hoped to hell that he lived to see his world once more. Boredom seemed very appealing at the moment.