IYS Uvularia
The aether torpedo and the explosive efforts of the away team knocked into shields of the enemy ship. Sacre was first in and would have to slow herself to not continue going forth into the ship as the payload seemed to move further than just the bridge. Several decks later, it slammed out of the ether as the bright pink of the torpedo eventually faded. An unfortunate end came to two members of the bridge on the port-side of the bridge as the aether ripped them from their mooring in life. Those left on the bridge were in AMES suits and had sidearms at the ready, pointing them at Sacre and Wyatt as the two made their way in.
Space
"Those inside," Eden said in a digital message as visuals came up on her HUD, "take the bridge! Only kill the occupants once you have the captain, likely a Taii Honjô Harue!" She let her eyes slide once at the mysterious black Plumeria and then at the hole in the ship. She asked in an instantaneous digital message, "Mark-hei, with us, still? We need you inside!" She refocused her orders to say to away team and Mamushi comms, "Our SAINT agents, Harris-heisho and Kiseki-hei, need to find an alternative route of entry. Coordinate with Able-hei in his Mamushi and the Kaiyō II while doing so! Understood, Able-hei?"
After saying all of this, she made to drop through the hole that had been forcibly created atop the IYS Uvularia's bridge, noting a few crew members had gone in after Wyatt and Sacre and before herself.
YSS Kaiyō II
Bridge
"Good work, Gravity-heisho. Is the entire armor team out of the vessel, Thesilis-heisho?" Hoshi asked.
"Iemochi-heisho and Chlorate-hei," the captain said quickly. "During this lull, please discuss how to best cooperate. In a perfect universe, Iemochi-heisho, you would be further training Chlorate-hei. In a more perfect universe, Chlorate-hei, you would be buckled in."
She then went on. "Some of them are already in," she said quietly to her left, towards Iemochi. "There's really nothing on her? She is a Mishhuvurthyar, despite appearances. A dangerous one, at that." The little captain clenched and unclenched her pink fist and her knuckles whitened intermittently. "Accessing records out her could prove difficult, especially without our SAINT officer on the bridge." She looked away, down and to the right. She began idly asking for access to classified databases' information in her digital mind.