Ciera sat rigid in the command chair as a frantic plea for assistance blared on the emergency comms channel. She frowned as the ETA timer on her console still read thirty seconds.<br/><br/>"Get me a veiw of them." she snapped, knowing they were well within range of visual systems now. An indeed, a second later, the forward screen showed a distant veiw of a large boxy freighter taking a blow from the harsh red beams of laser cannon.<br/><br/>She growled, her anger rising as the lightly armed ship valiantly returned fire with its much smaller pulse lasers, seeing how ineffective they were on the frigate sized attacker. She wasnt surprised, such weapons were made to shred fighters, and warship armor was much too thick for them to be effective regardless of shields. She glanced at her tactical screen as they neared intercept range.<br/><br/>"Rail battery, take out her armanent, once in rage Ion batteries will open fire, I want this one intact, or boardable." she barked at the fire cotrol officer.<br/><br/><br/>Seconds later, there was a thud from the hull as three blue streaks speared out to slam into the smaller ship, her shields completely ineffective as the hypervelocity rounds penetrated and detonated with lethal effect. A second salvo left the smaller vessel scarred and broken as they rapidy closed on her. A hail of high energy Ion blasts finished her, taking out her engines and shields by overloading her power grids.<br/><br/>"Boarding parties, I want prisoners! However, lethal force is authorized. Go get the bastards." her gruff order was answered by a chorus of growled affirmatives. A minute later, two sleek assault shuttles departed the hangar, on an intercept course with the now derlict pirate vessel. She noted with a sigh that the freighter was hightailing it from the zone. At least it hadnt taken too much damage it seemed.