“[b]Gotcha. Sawyer, make sure the ships are aligned while I’m gone. Alpha, keep overwatch. I’ll give you guys the go-ahead to board when I’m done.[/b]” Drake unstrapped himself from the pilot’s chair and put on a rebreather, just in case the tether failed. His jacket and EM shielding would protect him from space if shit went sideways, but just in case, he spun up a grappling line and placed it inside of his prosthetic. He gave Sawyer a peace sign as he opened the airlock, and fell right into the tether. [b]Onboard the Other Ship:[/b] The two guards went down amidst a cacophony of screams and shrieks, blasted by crimson stun bolts before the crowd even saw their hijacker. Michael Drake floated into the ship through the airlock, his blaster simmering in the now-oxygenated atmosphere. “[b]This is your captain speaking,[/b]” he said, blaster raised up at the ceiling menacingly, “[b]everyone lie down and put your hands where I can see ‘em.[/b]” Into his shoulder, he spoke into the comms channel, [quote]All clear for boarding guys.[/quote]