BattleCruiserCommander
A rough battle occuring throughout the ship has many mini-engagements of two or three as the Alsinan mercenaries are stretched much too thinned out across the ship to take the bridge. The 17th deck of this Redford labyrinth is a hellish gauntlet, many anti-boarding personnel occupying the twisting corridors leading up to the main bridge. While it was almost certain that the Alsinan heavies could break the thin line of Redford defense, that would come at much too steep a cost. Not to mention the other defense systems which were almost certainly present.
Finally, after staying out of direct engagement for the entire fight, the mercenary ships begin to trudge ever closer, dodging their way out of the scattered fire from the Redford battleship. They don't open fire, as that would invalidate their contract, but the hope is that the ship's presence would be able to intimidate the Redford ship into being more...agreeable.
"Dammit, I TOLD those dumbasses to stay OUT OF RANGE!" the on-the-ground Alsinan commander shouts, picking up his transmitter to those mercenary ships.
//ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION BEGIN - ALSINAN MERCENARY FLEET//
What in Kria's name are you bastards doing?! I explicitly ordered you to STAY OUT OF FIRING RANGE! We can't risk losing this bounty or provoking any of the other assholes who are here. If ANYONE opens fire, the bounty is GONE. Get the hell back to range, And that's an order.
//ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION END//
Those Alsinan ships, quickly receiving and decoding their commander's orders, curse out his name and respond with as much rage and urgency.
//ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION BEGIN - COMMANDER KELE//
Sir, we got closer to try and exert some form of silent pressure on the Redford ship. Who knows if they can actually see us, though. But, we MUST stay at this range, otherwise they could launch an all-out assault on you and your men. We're certain you value your life and the money more than nothingness.
//ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION END//
"Kria-dammit, you insubordinate...no time for that." Kele says, nearly frothing at the mouth in rage at how defiantly insubordinate those fool-hardy commanders in those ships must be. Soon after, an order is handed out to all available Alsinans through safe channels.
"Men, we need to storm the bridge and cut the head off this beast. Sooner we remove the brains, sooner we can get the money and get the hell out of here. I'll make sure that you all get a cut of the money from the scrapyard if this ship gets there."
Soon after, only 20 Alsinans who were mostly just stalling around in previously cleared rooms meet up with Commander Kele, comprised of 4 heavy troops and the rest being normally equipped men. They make sure to strap up with body armor, which is only armor in name, with some scrap metal they could rip up from any bullet-ridden piece of hardware which the techies wouldn't miss too badly. This extensive preparation loses the Alsinans precious time, however...