Brank
The commander simply freezes in place as she lowers her gun, staring back through shield-sealed breach of the ship to face Broodmother Niadra. The rest of the team drop their guns and back off, one going to disable the sentry.
"Feral Brood? Is this some kind of sick joke? We've lost real m-"
The troop is forced to step back as the commander signals for them to shut their mouth. She then steps forward, attempting to communicate with her.
"First, I must thank you for stopping this... nightmare... of a situation, Niadra. Rosanne Lubach, Boarding Team Commander of the P-AG14 Cobra over there... which needs to back off a bit. Pleasure to meet you. What did you want to discuss?"
The Cobra's captain is dumbfounded by Niadra's intervention, rubbing his eyes as he stares at the battle screen. The sensor operator slides his hover chair over to the captain, equally as confused as the captain.
"Uh... captain? Did you see that shit?"
He nods along, signaling for the bridge transmissions operator to open communications with Niadra.