Any Ideas?

Nan turned back and called to her passengers, "Looks like we have a spot of trouble up here."

Then jacking in to the comm panel she routed an amount of her own reserved into the system to communicate with the other ships.

"Are you all reading me? This is Nan on the... girls what are we calling this tin bucket? This is Nan. Do you read me? We seem to be hanging dead in space. Nearly all of out main energy reserves are either drained or rendered useless and I imagine it has something to do with that ship out there. Any ideas?"