The Silence. It was often so deafening just before a job. All the systems off, relying on a second-hand tracking system to get them to their target. In reality they could talk as loud as they wanted, they could shout at each other. No, it wasn't the need for stealth that kept the eight man crew silent, it was the tension. They were closing on a cruiser, drifting straight past its radar. Then a sound, like a hiss, the LIG (Light Impact Grapple) that would drag along the other ships surface to slowly line them up for the bigger Impact. Then CRASH, impact. The sounds of the other ship could be heard now, since they were combined. Words, what language the crew did not know but words indeed. They would have to be fast and, therefor, loud. The Crew were all poised at the airlock as it opened to raw metal, Tillion moved ahead, set up a directional charge and went back. BOOM. Everything seemed to slow down as they ran through the breach. Anyone they saw in the first corridor was gunned down, soldiers, workers, even children. They did not enjoy it but, if they didn't they would almost certainly be dead. The Captain, she enters behind her troops, sets up a weak energy field around them to protect them from explosives and most non energy based weapons. Now they just have to breach one more wall and the plunder will be there's for the taking. Then it goes off the siren, seconds later the sound of heavy footfalls. "Hold them off, Tillion, get us in there now!" Shouts the Captain, almost without thought. The ambient sounds of the ship changed as power was re routed from less vital systems such as additional engines and poured into the primitive weapons system. ((Ok, Rabiez, if you want to RP as teh crew up to you, if now I am getting out of here with ALL my crew, K?))