[color=f7976a]"Agreed,"[/color] the Auval’kotor before taking point once more.

The trek to the [i]Moray[/i]'s bridge was, disturbingly, uneventful. This wasn't to say Gue'rach was looking for any kind of action, but he had been anticipating it. There was a sinking feeling that nagged on him with every empty corridor they passed through unopposed. Personal expertise would dictate their undefended environment was a trap and yet no triggers or switches were pulled. It seemed that nothing was happening to stop them from taking control over the Moray. Perhaps it was a sudden sense of anxiety that was fueling his doubts and suspicions. Maybe he was paranoid about the whole ordeal. Is so, he could very likely admit it and possibly accept the potential notion that Du-Vos had genuinely overlooked the potential of the asset the three Prize crewmembers were now walking all over. He subtly shook his head, doing away with those useless thoughts and reminded himself of their objective and remained absolute to carry it out.

At last, they made it to the bridge. Gue'rach entered first with his heavy repeater at the ready, although after a few initial scans, he verified the bridge was unoccupied and stowed the large weapon behind him on a magnetic rack, mounted on the rear of his suit, [color=f7976a]"we should proceed quickly and efficiently. Alpha may already be in position. It would be rude for us to keep them and Captain Carabello waiting."[/color]

Their first step was surveying any damage the transport ship had suffered any structural or system damage during the pirate's opening incursion. Having restored power to the bridge, which was quite a simple task that only required a brief power transfer order from one of the engineering consoles, Gue'rach made his way to the tactical station; which was a dinky-looking stand, mounting a very small tap-screen interface which the Auval’kotor officer had to, literally, lean forward to even reach and make out any of the details. If there was anything on the [i]Moray[/i] that would illustrate why it was not first and foremost [i]not[/i] a combat vessel, [i]it had to be this[/i]. Gue'rach grumbled in annoyance but persisted and interacted with the terminal; by pecking at it with the tips of his meaty fingers.

[color=f7976a]"Both shields and weapons are completely offline,"[/color] Gue'rach reported aloud, keeping his head facing down at the console, [color=f7976a]"although there doesn't appear to be any structural damage to the main weapon arrays or shield emitters. Restoring power to these systems shouldn't take too long. We won't give ourselves away as long as they remain in Standby..."[/color]

Gur'rach perked up and turned towards Astrid and Korax, [color=f7976a]"what's our status on communications and main engines?"[/color]