Just on cue, Tanya and a few of the others had made their advance - now it was Iosif's turn to push through to the docking arm. This time, he decided, he'd introduce the SI Grunts to some heavier firepower and with that he slid his M-6 back into its holder before the familiar whirring and hisses of the M-8 Avenger's internals grinding into motion became music to his ears. Service rifle at the ready, Iosif punched in the bind he'd set for his tech armour on his omni-tool and within moments he found himself bathed in the fluorescent yellow glow of this added layer of protection - now it was time to move. At that, he vaulted over the crate he'd been taking cover behind only a few moments before and let off a burst of fire towards one of the few remaining mercs that hadn't been dealt with, a few of the rounds punching through his already tattered shields whilst the second burst that followed caught his neck piece, leaving the merc writhing on the ground to choke on his own blood.

Elsewhere, he spotted the batarian, Valok, bring one down with a well-placed harpoon through the skull and for once, he didn’t take the sight of a kishock or its use as a bad omen, whilst another comrade of the SI grunts was cut down by a volley of returning fire by the other batarian, Kesik. As he pushed on further, Tanya's voice made her presence known across the channel yet again in the form of her announcement that they were moving to secure the ship and, not wanting to be left with two batarians as his only company, he decided to push on ahead and leave those two to handle the mop-up. Besides, he viewed it as an opportunity to briefly survey the ship before they made off with their stolen corvette.

Following the same path that Tanya and her asari companion had taken during their forced entry, Iosif wasn’t altogether surprised by the ironically ‘alien’ architecture of the corvette’s interior, the sterile curves and slender designs that salarians seemed to prefer over the uniform grey, straightened corridors that most people expected to find on turian and human vessels. Any pilot worth their salt could recognise what kind of vessel a ship was based on its design, and there was a reason he’d anticipated seizing it from those Siame bastards once he’d laid eyes on it. Well, aside from the fact he wanted to put a dent in their operations.

Also unsurprising; the salarian architecture became a little too evident as Iosif passed through yet another corridor, noting down the fact that a few of the interactive panels and switches sported indentations that were obviously designed for slender hands, but if the most trouble they’d face with the vessel was occasionally struggling to open an access hatch then they’d have hardly any trouble whatsoever, at least when it came to the corvette.

Distant gunfire echoing from a corridor which led to the hangar marked where his new-found comrades had headed, and within a few moments he’d reached the airlock. Not wanting to get caught out in the case that a few stray rounds managed to punch through both tech armour and shields, Iosif timed the whirring of the airlock door as it unsealed and parted, before quickly making a beeline for the nearest form of cover - yet another crate, this one a few metres from the hangar entrance. Just as expected, his favourite alliance veteran and her asari companion - Saseen was her name, he only just recalled - were engaging another team of SI mercs which had the advantage of height over them. Tempting as it was to steal more than a passing glance at the dropship they’d taken cover behind, the three remaining mercs who were opening fire on their position took priority - and so he followed up Tanya’s move with one of his own. 

“Suppressive!” he announced to the other two, just before directing an overwhelming discharge of electricity towards the turian merc’s vicinity, causing his rifle to overheat mid-firing and his shields to overload, the latter of the two delivering a nasty shock to its owner and leaving him staggering off his feet.