Caleb was absolutely ecstatic, the yellow lion was functioning exactly as he'd always imagined it would. Of course, he was confident in his designs and Romulus was an absolutely brilliant engineer, able to execute and innovate on instructions in masterful ways. But there was always that first thrill of seeing something you'd help make.. Actually work! The yellow lion was able to take hits that would have destroyed a lesser vehicle, and was dealing catastrophic damage to the enemies.
If there was one thing you could count on humans for, it was their love of turning thing that should not be weapons, into weapons. Anything that could be turned into something deadly was done. And humans seemed to have a particular fondness for kinetic weapons, an old favorite from swords to guns. Nothing beats an object going really, really fast. Caleb was still amazed they'd gotten a railgun to work so effectively, the navy back on earth had given up on them years ago, preferring less expensive and temperamental guns.
As Romulus cleared a path, Caleb stuck closely behind, letting Ione deal with any stragglers that managed to avoid the yellow lion. The green lion was much less heavy in both armor and firepower, but Caleb made up for it with speed and flexibility. Ione had less weight to carry and was maximized for speed as well as the more delicate, small maneuvers that a larger ship might struggle with. He kept one eye on the flashing lights that indicated the battle going on, his mind running it as a background task, while his conscious thoughts were focused on the issue at hand.
Caleb nudged Ione closer, practically pressed up against the side of the transport, which shielded the right side of the lion as an added bonus. The paladin began to tune out the noises of battle, even the coms, he hummed quietly, now that he was in range he was able to connect Ione directly to the ships systems. Flashing error signs popping up on his screen, just as quickly to disappear and be replaced with a different problem. The crew on the ship were panicking, worried by the loss of power, having most of the energy concentrated on life support, prioritizing keeping everyone alive. It'd slowed down their ship, letting the Galran crafts swarm them. By prioritizing life-support they'd almost doomed everyone aboard to death anyways. It was irrational. A better decision was to gather the crew in a main area that was smaller and easier to keep alive, and thus freeing up more energy to engines and shielding…
But that was in the past, now it was Caleb's job to fix it. He sent a few rapid messages to the people inside, telling them of his plan. He'd move the green lion near the bottom of the ship, and they'd have to send somebody outside to couple the ship to the lion, and from there Caleb could give them Ione's emergency power reserves, which would fix one of their issues. The white haired man was staring hard at all the screens around him, filling his vision and completely blocking his outside view of space. He was effectively out of the battle until he could find a way to remotely reboot the ships systems, without shutting down anything important. The schematic were an absolute mess! Someone hadn't been running routine programs to keep everything up to date, and upgrades had been made without prior notice. The ship also wasn't in the greatest shape, a few pictures he'd requested on some of the engine rooms showed rust and verdigris on the wiring and wall. It was an old ship, but able to haul massive amounts of raw resources with it, so it hadn't been updated, probably a bureaucratic issue. Red tape and economics. Caleb frowned slightly, trying to understand the jumble of numbers and figures.
The problem would keep him occupied until the transport sent someone out to link the ships, Caleb muted his com, the last noise being heard from him was a mumble, something about disorganized files?
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