Sulu held his course and waited for instruction, wondering if Mr. Scott would be able to compensate, knowing already that it was practically impossible. And we can't hold a tractor beam in warp without a precise velocity match. In addition to their damaged core, it appears that their oxygen stores have been ruptured. The possibility of achieving an exact parallel to its course is no longer a viable option. Spock glanced at his console once more, but there had been no change in the few seconds since he'd last checked.
Readings are uncertain.
I'm detecting several heat signatures, but they may be caused by mechanical overload. Spock knew that the captain would reject endangering life if at all possible, an admirable if sometimes illogical predilection of his. However, their systems aren't functioning to a degree that would allow for a remote computer interface or override. The captain turned back to the screen, absently rubbing his jaw, an expression of intense thought narrowing his eyes. The faltering ship continued to vent a primarily oxygen-hydrogen crystalline fog from its aft compartments, a barely detectable emerging haze.