Captain hadn't heard, nor saw what was happening in his hanger. Rather than worry however, his trust in his crew were above and beyond what one would consider normal. Instead he kept his gaze upon his quarry, the large freighter keeping his attention. Since colliding they had gone silent, weapons going offline, or at least nonoperational as they dealt with the intruders, I.E. his crew. Each second of inactivity caused captains brow to stretch from the metal attachment, over his eyes. One could tell he was bothered. "By the yolk of my ancestors what are these blasted morons doi-"<br/><br/>The noise was sudden, and broke Captain's train of thought as their port engines fired vertically, attempting a spin. "Clever girl..." He stood and manned the mic again. "Forward team, Gunny! Get yer bloody pricks back in their holster and get back on the ship, you have 30 seconds, they're tryin' a metaphor roll*! Engineering, you have exactly that long to drain all power from engines, weapons, lights, and warp drive. Reroute all power into forward shields on my mark!" He waited exactly 30 seconds before closing the hangaar, once more trusting his crew to be punctual. "NOW!"<br/><br/>Just as the hangar door closed with a giant hiss, all lights went dark, noise from the engines ceased, and every console upon the bridge went dark. The incoming flash of light from the forward shields however, was another story. Overcharged to a terrifying 450%, the lodged position forced the very hull of their ship to sheer off. Immediately afterword, a chain reaction of sparks set off along the hull of the slaver ship, their own shields, lights, weapons, life support, all systems fried by the sudden burst of energy. A backlog of fuel poured into the still hot engines and burst, causing the ship to buckle, and jarring the scarlett lady loose with a heavy heave. The passangers of said ship were thrown about harshly, but the ship weathered the blow. In comparison, the slaver freighter was dead in the water, floating aimlessly. "Alright kiddies, get your asses off the floor and reboot the systems, we got clean up!"<br/><br/>Captain remained standing where he was, his untouched arm gripping the railing tightly, a clear distortion in the metal around his hand. The lights came first, then the system moniters flickered back on, showing damage reports and warnings abound.<br/><br/>"Sir, shields are pretty badly damaged, forward shields are non-existent now and the rest have been capped at 34%. The cuplinks routing power through them took quite the beating."<br/><br/>"Ya can't stick yer hand in the nest without expecting a few stings lad." Satisfied, he turned the com back on once more. "Hangar report, you there Gunny? All accounted for?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">*Metaphor roll - A play off 'see you later alligator,' a metaphor roll is a maneuver used whilst under heavy aggression in close range. It entails a hard 360 spin followed by full engine burst to warp drive to escape danger. While effective, unless the ship attempting such a maneuver has ample shielding, the impacts caused by the roll could sheer it down and compromise the warp jump. </span>