That idea seemed sound, at the very least. It was better than anything Calico was coming up with. The Commander gave a short nod, "Bridge, then. Let's not get slotted on the way-about." He took point, as usual.
The corridor seemed to go on forever as the Commando strode though it, weapons raised. It was completely, and eerily quiet. "That was a trap, which means they--whoever set it-- expected us to die, but we didn't. Karked up their day, I suppose." He made a sharp turn to the right. A massive circular chamber lined with faintly glowing terminals was his greeting. A thin veil of glass separated the party from the mass of stars outside.
"Let's just hope this goes smoothly...I want that shielding, ad'ika wants her scrap metal. Help me secure the room."