The Grauhunds, meanwhile, ran across the Heimdall’s hull, finding the hatches which the crew would utilize to board the vessel, and soon began to cut them open with the fusion torches the beasts held on their bellies. Before long the Belkan marines stood aboard the hostile vessel, their jet clad figures navigating the halls with ease, if not caution. Though their sealed suits and HUDs provided a clear picture, they took no assumptions with the ship, checking every corner and having every hallway secured before advancing, after some time, on the bridge. The door, like the others, slid open with little effort on the part of the boarders, and after assessing the situation, trained their weapons on the single individual they had yet run across, the comms of the starcorps revealing that, thus far, only one of the two contacts found on initial scans were accounted for.
With their bullpup ‘192 assault rifles trained on Grove, their leader, his voice distorted by the helmet he wore, made a singular demand, “Hands behind your head.” Given, they largely didn’t expect the pilot to already be in such a passive state, but such was procedure.
The Baleful, meanwhile, still drifted off of her starboard, waiting for her contingent to return with whatever they found. Little did it or its captain know the bounty that awaited however, and as such they delightfully informed their superior, the commodore, of their success thus far, who was in turn delighted to hear it. Erica, all the while, remained appropriately skeptical. It was too easy, and she knew that Gerhardt knew it, save that he was too eager to see things otherwise to acknowledge it. All that remained was to wait and see how things would transpire.