>BOARD. Partially disable vessel; attempt a boarding action. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
In unison, two dozen combat frames rise to attention. Dull red ocular units fixate on you: a blur of near-infrared heat. The space around you is hazy from evaporating coolant. A low, pervasive sting fills the air as volatile monopropellant bleeds out from overfilled RCS packs.
<Requesting status from combat clade command.> you blurt.
One of the frames steps forward, arm servos compensating subtly for the inertia of two underslung fragmentation guns. You notice that his right vambrace is painted dull red.
<Solstice Overwatch. Clade combat effective and...eager for deployment.> The response is coarse with vox-distortion.
<Understood. Exloading navigation data,> you cant. <We have identified three potential entry points that will accommodate your frames and shield from external point-defense fire. Upon entry, you are tasked with neutralizing critical systems and/or personnel.>
<Permissiveness?> asks another combat-ancillary. A missile rack clamshells open on her suit, as if to underscore her question.
You consider the question for a moment before responding. <Full, with discretion. Minimize engagement of non-hostile targets, but do not compromise mission objectives or personal integrity. If necessary, squadron assets can provide directed support.>
<Understood. We will bring good tidings.>
<Released, you are spears in the hands of the sun.> You repeat the old solar adage as you turn away. <Good hunting.>
