"Holding course steady at A013 on a contingent of non-thruster assisted zero-g towing calculating for kinetic impact of enemy fire and... starboard armor integrity compromised on multiple plates forcing the rerouting to energy systems from primary network to subsystems g5 through g9 and-"
Hours upon hours of dull, monotonous tow-tending... it changes a man, if only temporarily. Kyy in particular had completely zoned out, his mind still in work mode even amidst new-found conflict. Not to say he wasn't doing his job; in fact, as he sat in the helmsman's seat, he did naught but ramble on and on about the actions he was taking and the various status reports that appeared on the monitor in front of him. In his trance, he only barely noticed that a personal comm he had set up with his brother was activating. He clicked it on as his voice trailed off.
"Ko? Aren't you supposed to be getting off the wreck right about now?"
Comms were a bit choppy with the battle, but they came through well enough.
"Yeah, well... to be honest, I'd rather be stuck HERE than get blasted out of mid-vacuum in a shuttle. So I snuck off on my own during the chaos to do some snooping."
"If I didn't know it'd be pointless right now, I'd be scolding the living daylights out of you. Now, if you don't mind..."
"H-hold on! I have an idea, and I need to run it by you. The towline has power and data hookups, correct?"
Unsure where his brother was going with this, Kyy quickly threw up a schematic of the Arrowhead's tow system.
"Yyy... yes they do. Used for providing power to and exchanging data with stranded vessels. Why?"
No answer. He could only hear the cackling of Kokko over the mic. Kyy suddenly felt concerned about it.
"Don't worry. Just have our fire-control system set to 'accept,' and on my cue..."
The dots were beginning to connect. This plan was... honestly kinda stupid, but worth a shot, he supposed.
"Well, alright. But don't think our pilots will go along with this plan so easily. Expect to get shot down, literally AND figuratively."
Kyy cut the comms before his brother could respond. Sibling dynamics are always about who can get the last word in, after all.
"Man, we're gonna lose so much speed doing this..."
With a huff, Kokko turned off his own comms, looking around at the room he was in. Though derelict, it was clearly the Hagane's fire control center. And, as he imagined, it was in relatively good shape. For some random girl to be stuck on an abandoned warship and survive after all these years? His hunch was correct; the vessel was fairly well off in terms of system dynamics and structural integrity. And more importantly, a series of medium-range defensive beam turrets on the hull seemed to be in very good condition, all things considered. Since evidently, the Arrowhead was quite outnumbered... all it should take to even the odds is a little culling, wouldn't you think?
After finding the anchor point of the tow system, Kokko began slowly snaking his way towards the FCS room. He felt immensely lucky that the hookups matched; while the two vessels are relatively similar in age, with the amount of part swapping that their crew does, he'd feel no surprise at all if they were completely different. However, it seemed today would be his lucky day...?
"Let's just... hope this works."
With minor calibration, he injected the Arrowhead's power into the Hagane's energy network. An immense creaking and groaning sounded throughout the vessel, having clearly grown accustomed to not having any power at all. Despite this, however, nothing seemed to explode... as far as Kokko could tell, anyway. Either way, he found a way to tap into the energy router to keep only what was necessary online. The Arrowhead's "reactor" didn't need any more stress.
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh..."
An unnerving laughter would echo through the FCS room as an active data transfer between FCS began.