Pierce gives an approving eye to Cnosos and once Damon and Simon confirm that hotness does in fact exist, he grabs the Greek and urges him onward with him, somewhere midship, somewhere bridge-like, somewhere riddled with hot chicks.
Pulled forward by the giant of a man, Cnosos gieves long strides to keep Pierce's peace. He manages to say something on the intercom "Well I speak Syrran... Of-of!" he says, tumbling, almost loosing balance, jumping over a fallen pannel.
"Guys," Melara calls. "I've been looking over the video feeds. This ship isn't really THAT badly damaged. It looks to me like they took a -really- unlucky hit that triggered a core ejection or something, and left them stranded on auxiliary power in the middle of hyperspace with a hull breach."
"And I'm still waiting on that translation matrix. I thought you guys got power up again. The Syrran computer must have some kind of translation protocol in it, right?"
"Remind me to get a multi-xeno-linguistic glyph translation software to be installed onto my HUD because only having the a multi-xeno-lingual speech translation program doesn't cut it..."
"The logs are in Syrran, and I'm afraid none of us speak their language. I've accessed them, but I can't seem to find a translation matrix yet. I'd like to find out what happened to these folk."
"Well you'll have to wait until we reach the bridge then. I'll be able to directly read the logs. How far are we? We have just pass by some sort of food dispenser." replies Cnosos.