“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Holly got up, and pulled her ID cartridge from her belt. With a click it displayed her credentials. “Holly Springer, MZ-0122. Pending transfer to Hazard Squad.”

Another trooper suggested that a transmission needed to be gotten out for reinforcements. “No Dice,” Holly answered, “They brought a jammer on board.” 

The room was secure, but it was only a matter of time before rebel soldiers came to lay seige on them.