**Blake - Crew Corridor, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_**

"_Thank you_." Blake's reaction was heartfelt as Sylvester set about knocking the thoroughly unpleasant prisoner out. She didn't envy whoever's job it would be to interrogate him when this was all over. 

Once he was out, Blake returned her sword to its sheath, lifting her communicator to her lips in time to hear Raiden's broadcast. She frowned, looking around instinctively. If the enemy really had gotten into the ship's computer... _We're so dependent on the ship's systems. This could be bad._

"Control, the intruder in the lounge crew corridor is down. Where should we go next?"