"T minus three and a half minutes, Felix."

Simon kept his eyes on the field of floating rocks. They were in his field of view now, a roiling, seething mass of destruction that was tumbling towards them. With the Visipian behind them almost irate with their struggling, they finally came up with a plan. The umbilical would be essential in getting a docking secure, but that would require precision. Something...He knew who to ask. 

He kept himself in the co-pilot chair, but swivelled to face the interior of the ship. Farvis, was it? Wasn't he a doctor as well? He knew medical practitioners such as himself had a fine degree of motor precision in guiding things to where they were meant to be. As much as he liked having the alien on the controls, his brain told him a two man job would be better. This was a surgical procedure alright, and if no one was going to take charge, he would. 

"Farvis! You're a doctor, right? Why not get yourself in that airlock, help our friend here guide the umbilical! We need to do this soon or we're all dead meat!"

He quickly swivelled back to the viewport. In the time it had taken for him to do all of that, the field of asteroids had grown in size. They had next to no time. Either this team work as a team or everything here would be for -

The blue drones at the Star suddenly sprung to life, cutting through the hull section that their bot (Hundred, was it?) was clinging to.

Uh oh. 

That added a wrinkle to the whole surgery. Now they needed a combat specialist out there to take care of the drones if Hundred and the Syndari woman were occupying themselves with helping the crew get in. An easy fix. He spun around again. 

"Alright, change of plans. Farvis, you man the umbilical monitor, guide it in remotely. You, Visipian whose name escapes me, you take his place in the airlock. You are armed, yes? You're perfect to take care of those blue drones harassing our crew outside. That good?"

Once done, he returned his attention to the asteroids. 

"T minus two minutes."