Commander Tolsov
Tolsov went back to pick up the Communicator and walked over to the locker he had grabbed it from, he looked at Nielsons flight suit(He already has his on btw), and grabbed a small cylinder, a flasher, meant to be used if the pilot crashed on a planet, as it could ward off an animal. Tolsov pocketed it, he had an idea. He walked back over to Faith.
(JT)“You’re smarter than I thought, but you really need to work on your checking skills”
Tolsov very quickly grabbed the small Flasher, and clicked the button on top, all before Faith could react, she was blinded by the bright flash. As she recovered, Nielson, acting on adrenaline quickly grabbed her revolver, as Tolsov grabbed her pager, and clicked a small button on a small rectangle on the belt of his flight suit, which ejected a fold out knife. Tolsov grabbed a recovering Faith, holding the knife to her Rebreather.
(JT)“You aren’t the only one who has been communicating with someone else, doc, now If I cut this, you’ll die of suffocation”
As he said it, Nielsons Communicator beeped in ENC. (Lion III In System, preparing to launch Boarding Parties aboard Vultures, Hang Tight)
(JT)“Heh, sir yes sir, You know, this thing has been sending out messages in Emeraldian Naval Code ever since we arrived at this station, and me and the Lt. have been speaking in our own Language, something we know bugs out those Translators of yours. Nielson, go and see if our Service are in here. Also, hand me her revolver.”
As he went about checking, along with putting on his flight suit, Tolsov wacked Faith in the head with her own revolver, before tying her up against Nielsons bed.
(JT)“Thanks for being nice, doc, but its time for us to leave, hope you like having a Head Injury. Nielson, have you found our weapons yet?”
Meanwhile,
(CM)“Prepare to decloak, and deploy the Boarding Parties, along with there Fighter Escort.”
(Tactical)“Prepare to Decloak aye”
(XO)“Vultures are taking off now, as are ESF-52’s”
The Ship decloaked, before quickly firing a “Starshell” Torpedo, to blind the Stations sensors, as 5 Vulture Gunships, along with 15 ESF-52 Fighters, left the ships hangers, quickly making a beeline to the Stations Open Hanger.