[Bridge - Unregistered Freighter - In Orbit of Luna]
It was a long fight up to the Bridge, but Rojac and Walters made it with little difficulty. Walters with his brutally efficient Erassian training showed little mercy as they plowed their way through the throngs of ship hands manning the vessel. Rojac showed little to none himself. These, traitors, had just attacked the heart of his organization - betraying the very oath they had taken as Starfleet Officers. They deserved justice.
They paused outside the reinforced bridge door. Walters walked up to inspect it.
Walters used a combat knife to bust open the panel where the doors control circuits were. After fiddling with the wires for a minute he admitted defeat. "I can't get access although admittedly breaking and entering isn't really listed on my skill set."
Rojac took a spare phaser from his belt that he pulled from a dead terrorist and played with the power settings. "This should work." He set it to overload and set it at the foot of the door. "Fire in the hole Major." He said, running back around the turn in the corridor.
Walters followed quickly and only just made it around the corner when the phaser went overload and caused a deafening explosion in the tight confines of the corridor. "You know that's a sign of you thinking more like an Erassian, right Captain? If you run into a problem you cant overcome simply use a bigger boom!" Without waiting for a reply Walters turned the corner and stormed into the Bridge with Rojac just behind him.
Upon emerging through the smouldering rubble of the doorway onto the Bridge and fired a two shot burst into a reacting crewman. Roaring in a voice that would intimidate a drill sergeant Walters yelled a quote from one of his favourite movies. "Everybody be cool this is a robbery. Any of you fucking pricks move and I'll execute every mother fucking last one of you!"
Rojac passed a questioning glance at the back of his XO's head. He didn't catch the reference to an antique 20th Century American film, and instead chalked it up to some bizarre form of Erassian humor.
Rojac pointed his phaser's business toward the most authoritative looking man in the center of the room. "You are all under the custody of the United Federation of Planets." Rojac declared loudly while casting menacing glares at the group of experienced faces that scowled at him. "Surrender peaceably, and you will live."
"Do you really expect the two of you can stop all of us?" The grey haired man int the red collar replied. "You are out-"
He was going to say outnumbered, but before he could finish his sentence an armed security team from the USS Beijing materialized on the small bridge in full tactical assault armor and charged phaser rifles. "EVERYONE DOWN!" The green collared Lieutenant shouted.
"Lieutenant!" Walters called in a commanding tone. "My name is Major Scott Walters of the Erassian Alliance currently seconded as XO to the USS Chimera-C of Starfleet Special Forces based out of Starbase 234: Unity. The man behind me is my Commanding Officer Captain Cropa Rojac. We are here under the orders of Major General Richard Sharpe of the SSF First Task Force Marine Expedition Force to apprehend these men who are responsible for the terrorist bombings on Earth."
"We falsified the warp core breach signal, Lieutenant." Rojac said. "Have your ship check the database."
The security Lieutenant looked suspicious, but he tapped his combadge and called the Beijing.
"I realise you have to take control of the situation so I'm going to lower my rifle slowly to the ground." Walters slowly lowered his rifle to the ground keeping a a close eye on both the new assault team and the bridge crew. Only the slightest suspicious move and he would drop into an evade and fire movement.
Luckily, or perhaps because they had armed security staring down at them through phaser rifles, no one moved.
"You check out Captain." The Lieutenant replied. "My CO has ordered me to secure the vessel and apprehend all suspects." He nodded to his subordinates who advanced toward the bridge crew and began attaching restraining devices.
"Good." Rojac said. "Then we request transport to your ship. We would like to contact San Francisco."
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
Erassian Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
