[b]Sylve Station, Equestrian Fringe Space[/b]

[i]"Equestrians are moving in, looks like a quiet approach isn't going to work. Breach one of the airlocks and make your way through, let nothing--Sylve nor Equestrians--get in your way. Find the stationmaster, subdue him, and prep him for recovery."[/i] the Fleetmaster ordered his Commandos.

"Aye, sir" the team leader responded. He made a hand signal for his demolitions expert to come to him, who let go, using thrusts to latch onto another section of the station, and activate his magnetic boots and gloves to get a firm grip. He made another leap to one of the airlock hatches, placed a high-power breaching charge, then hopped back. After about half a minute it exploded violently, ejecting yellow chlorinous atmosphere into the vacuum of space.

"All units, move in." the leader ordered, green checks for his teammates lit up on his visor's heads-up display.

They pulled out specially-modified Type 4 Cyclonic Accelerator Rifles and flew into the hatch, quickly dispatching Sylve security personnel in the way. They shot and blasted their way through several bulkheads until they were in the main center of the station. Equestrian soldiers were there.

They raised their rifles, 1st Officer Ryna'dum, the team's explosives expert, had two plasma grenades in her hands.

The team leader activated the speaker and microphone on his suit, "Stand back. We're taking over this operation. Hostilities and empty threats from you will not be enough to stop us from getting where we want; with Equestrian bodies on the deck or not."