. . . The conning tower is scrap, and fabber two is vapor, with a crunchy, slagged shell where the bulkheads used to be.
And did I mention that we're still not done patching up that hole Shufgar punched in our forward blade?
Even if we start by rebuilding fabber two, these repairs could take months.
We're in one of the biggest mobile drydocks the U.N.S. has. Certainly it won't take months.
So we'll be spending money like water, then.
The U.N.S. cut me a "repair coupon," signed by somebody named "Emm." Drink up, me hearties! We've watered down the grog with cold, hard cash.