ONI
ONI "Shit shit shit" the fire-teams leader cursed as the door closed. Someone get some breaching cord on that door.
As the fire-team rushed to get a breaching cord on the bolted door, they heard the sounds of a metal panel being removed, followed by a few sparks and a frightening hiss.
"I WOULDN'T DO THAT IF I WERE YOU!" The engineer shouted from the other side of the door. Clearly savy in the station's systems-or rather the faults in said systems-the engineer hotwired the room's panic siphon, and the air vents began to run in reverse, sucking air out of the corridor at an alarming rate!
(If any of your boarding team have engineering knowledge, they can try and hack the door or the alarm systems. You can also, optionally, roll a dice for success, <5 and they shock themselves, 7-13 and they fail, but can try again, >14 and they succeed)
ONI The troopers entered the room and they raised their weapons at the communications operator. Two troopers moved forward to detain him, slinging their weapons and brandishing black zip ties which they snugly fastened on the wrist of the operator. They get him into a kneeling position and guard him while the rest of the fire-team inspects the comms room.
The comms room was alarmingly outdated... more than likely the equipment was salvaged from older stations and patched together into a semi-functional system. The sensors were simple active radars, and the communications system was a subspace radio transmitter, good enough to reach the edges of this system at most. Wholly unsuitable for inter-system communication.
The most up to date piece of equipment was probably the FTL beacon, and even that was fairly basic.
The room also featured a basic telecommunications server, likely used for accounting and bookkeeping.
ONI Benti yelled at the man. "hands... hands where I can see them" as she held the man at gunpoint with her shotgun. "Jenkins, Holt detain him" the two troopers under her wing grab the man and secure him. Benti comes closer and explains that they are only here for the SAS tech.
The man, seemingly not one to let down a fight, rolled his shoulders. From his pack, two pieces of white metal ejected themselves, hovering in the air menacingly.
The man makes a sudden movement in his hands, and Benti reflexively pulled the trigger of her shotgun. Lead was sprayed from the muzzle.
Almost automatically, one piece from the pack moved into the way of the buckshot faster than the eye, blocking it immediately... as the other piece followed up by knocking the shotgun from Benti's hands. (@Dumb)
"I ain't just gonna hand over a ship who's owner just died a few hours ago. And certainly not to some well funded junkers!"
"Thank fuck I got this thing..." the man says under his breath...
