"Everyone else, follow the sergeant. Wreno, get up here and get this door opened. On the double. No way in hell am I paying for drinks for those ugly turds!"
"Yes, sir!"
On command, Bastilen shot forward to the door; his mono-eyed expression, faceless and unmoving, sought for a panel. He noticed one on the side, very small, purely for the sake of hand working the door and entering access codes. The hacker, without a part to enter into, decided to hack in another way. He drew his combat knife, chained-teeth whirring to life, before stabbing it into the roof of the panel. With a little focused, and forced effort, Bastilen made a slot large enough to stick his armored fingers in, and rip out the panel, sending out sparks and exposing wires.
Despite hailing from so many worlds, people had a tendency to run side by side when it came to developing the wiring. Everything was connected for a specific purpose and item on the door. Just like car doors, there was a specific line to power the locks.
For a few seconds, the electrician stood there, fingering wires, looking at each one, inspecting them. He bent over, looked back into the space he had made. Then, he pulled back, and yanked out two wires. His studies taught him that commonly, these types of ships had lock-down modes for the doors.
Zap! He touched the two wires together, resetting lock-down procedure on the door, manually. Then, he went back to feeling for more wires, looking back into the hole, before yanking out another two connections.
Zzzt! There he touched another two wires together, wires typically in charge of deciding whether to activate the door's motor or not. With them ripped out like that, those doors were going to stay open, unresponsive to any commands from the Ship's A.I. or Bridge controllers due to disconnection.