The Vornak was in worse condition than was seen on the initial scans. The best way to describe it was that it was thrown to a black hole and pulled back at the last second. The sheer amount of gravity pull was enough to crack the hull, and the throw around with the amount of g-force like a rag doll was enough to break down the warp core. Leaning back from the console, Adrián shrugged as he saw the data coming by; the words translating from Klingon to readable common were happening before him. 

“How does it look!" A Klingon man stood there with his arms crossed over each other, and he looked with narrowed eyes at the Starfleet engineer.

Lifting his PADD up and looking at the Klingon, “Bad….” He stood up as Adrián looked at the core. “This thing is busted beyond repairs….even with the right materials, it will be a big no-no on the flying part.” He shrugged. “Or you want to risk a core breach, to be direct…you guys were very lucky that it shut down and not blow up.”

The Klingon growls a bit, cussing as he walks away momentarily.

“What did he say?” Adrián looked at his side to Asipa, who had spent the day here and saw her look at the walking-away Klingon.

“Something about a pig's mother….. is spiked….oh, you don't want to know that,” Asipa shrugs, hearing that last cuss, and looks back at Adrián. “You really can't fix it?”

Scratching behind his ear as he looked at the busted warp core, he said, “I wish I could, but this thing won't move a bunch, and I am almost 70% certain that it will have a core meltdown the moment we try to start it up. The stability readings are off the chart with this thing.” Adrián was fascinated by alien technology and felt blessed by Sazra's approval to go here, but he felt a bit down knowing that he couldn't fix it. 

Appearing from the core's backside, Keeyiro shrugs while holding the scanner in her hand. “This thing is truly the new definition of busted. I got so many micro-cracks in this glass, it is not even funny to joke about it." Keeyiro walks over to the main platform. “If we leave, we must get a plan B in motion.” 

A heavy sigh came from Adrián, “Well f*ck…” He muttered, not wanting to execute plan B in the given situation. He looked at the grumpy Klingon. Not only that, but he could feel his pain to a certain degree as he saw the Damascus and now the Mariner in the same painful broken pieces as well. But those two ships could be patched up to an acceptable flying level. “Could you perhaps get me Soghla' D'ghag?” 

The Klingon growled, but he gave a soft nod in his direction and walked away from the engineering. It only took ten minutes to get the senior officer of this ship to the engineering, as Yiclahl came to a stop at the three. “You requested my presence?” he said in a harsh voice, as he had more things to deal with.

Pointing at the core behind him, Adrián shrugged a bit. “After doing a system check, initial scanning, and such….I concluded that this thing will not be operational anymore and needs to be replaced at the nearest shipyard.” 

“That….is outrageous unfortunate.” Yiclahl was unhappy about the news, let alone having Starfleet point it out to him. But he had to rely on them at the price of his honor as a warrior of the Klingon Empire. He looked at the three." You seem to have more you wish to say about the matter?" 

“Well…” Lowering his hand, he looked at both Keeyiro and Asipa and nodded, then back at Yiclahl. “We have a solution to get you out of here. The Mariner is not warp-able, as the right warp cell will break by its pressure if we jump, but we can use thrusters and minimal speed to move. My assistant, Lieutenant Istrati, has restored the tractor beam system, and we are willing to pull you along to the exit.” 

Another Klingon steps forward, raising his fist. “That is a total disgrace!” 

Keeyiro rolled her eyes. “Better than starving to death in this place, and I would know what to pick." 

“What did you say, little girl!” The Klingon gets more angry by the second.

Adrián stopped Keeyiro, and Yiclahl stopped his Klingon officer. “Stop it, Ensign Cho. It is an offer we are giving them.” Adrián looked at Yiclahl. “Your choice…” 

Letting out a long breath, Yiclahl shrugged but nodded. “Starfleet is right. We have much more honor to earn in the Empire if we are alive and die in a more honorable way than starving from the lack of food.” He managed to let his fellow officer see reason. “Make the offer to your Captain; we accept the help to get out of this place. Our communication systems are active, so when we are back in normal space, our communication goes to the Empire to request aid. I advise you to leave when that happens.” 

Asipa let out a sigh of relief. “I will let Captain Kobahl know about the acceptance of our offer.” With that, the Ferengi left to return to the Merapi. 

Yiclahl looked over his shoulder, seeing the Ferengi go, and then he looked back at the other two. “We will not forget this act of bravery and honor, Starfleet. If the time arises, we shall aid you. You have my word." Yiclahl nodded respectfully and left the engineering.

“Is the Klingon word not like…the highest thing they give?” Keeyiro looked at the leaving Klingons.

Looking at the same view of the Klingons leaving the engineering as he looked back at the core, “That it is…it might be good in the given situation to have some Klingons in the Empire having a favor with us. When trouble might boil, who knows when we need it?” Adrián smiled softly. “Let us get Ensign L'iera and go back to the Mariner”