As the unregistered ship was drawn in for boarding, all the crew aboard the C-19 Axis Patrol Ship stood ready in disciplined formation at their posts, over looking their gear and Intel. 
Calm and precise orders were thrown across their secure comm's and uploaded to their equipment. Droids and other robots quickly fell into place. 
The standard peacekeeping patrol ship was finally returning to the systems space station and ending the troops long rotation when a sudden urgent call had them back track to investigate another pirate lead. 


Meanwhile Amongst all the bustle there was one human female still sliding her near naked thin frame into the specialised infiltration mobile battle suit. A high tech body armour that balanced sturdy protection and agile mobility. It could later be further reinforced with selective adaptable plating but Anya didn't have the time or patience to fiddle with such things. This was the third mission she had witnessed this crew undertake and she knew first hand just how fast, efficient, ruthless and deadly they could be.

Anya had managed to hook up her cybernetic eye to the visual data that was being displayed within the  helmet of every infantry personal. Because of the reverse facial recognition she could not wear one herself and had left the poor unconscious bound prison guard still wearing his. 

Suddenly Anya was taken back as new additional screens popped up in her vision. And with this new information certain puzzle pieces fell into place. 
From her previous vantage point, she had suffered from these tactics, but now on the inside, she could see and understand them all.

Just beyond the shielded first-contact tactical bots was a swarm of tiny scouting drones ready to sweep the captured ship. They would sneak in concealed by the commotions of the first wave. These gave more than just a live feed of the whole ship, they also gave dangerous tactical system information.


Anya knew what this apprehended crew was about to face. Using her ULF transceiver she frantically searched for an open speaker to contact someone on. To warn them of what was coming. The [b]first contact bots.[/b]
Low on fire power, these heavily armoured and shielded communication machines were a rioters nightmare. When triggered they would violently assault all the senses. A deafening siren would commence at a decibel so loud that anyone caught unprotected for too long would simply pass out. Simultaneously it would release a thick concealing fog and tear gas at the same time to really distract and obscure everyone's vision. 

Finding what she believed to be an opened receiving channel Anya sent through a verbal message. Unsure of what it was going to or if anyone was listening. With no way they could reply, she couldn't know if it worked.
[color=pink][i]'Shit! Delay DELAY!
 I repeat, delay the first contact bots. Talk shit, do what ever you have to do, just don't be hostile.'[/i][/color]