*The vioce rang through the ship, crackling and barely audible, but there.... Kistrev turned to look at the comm panel on the wall beside him, the main screen smashed he went straight for the intercom button, taking another swig from his flask he shouted back...* "Yeah! we're alive here! where are you?" the reply was crackly and distorted, but audible to an extent, using his bad english, and another swig of the firey liquor, Kistrev worked out he had said bridge, so dragging himself up through the doorway into the corridor he studied a floor plan of the ship on an info board on the wall.... and then made his way up towards the bridge, wincing as he stepped barefoot through broken glass, tying a bandanna round his mouth and muzzle as dust choked the air, swishing his tail he jogged along the corridor, with all the dexterity and skill of a slightly drunk feline stowaway...*