"Right. Wait to come through till after I've cleared the hall." With that, Drake turns back to the airlock's inner door. With three quick cuts the door is barely holding on. With a thought, he brings his combat systems to "shipboard close quarters mode" anti personnel rounds are loaded into his railgun feeds and frag warheads into his shoulder launchers. His nanite system sharpens his claws and talons to be sharp enough to give a solid grip on metal without cutting straight through. And his thrusters are primed for quick, high intensity bursts to boost his speed. Smiling to himself he turns his speakers to near maximum and queues a song. "Showtime" he says to himself.
BAPTIZED IN FIRE
FORTY TO ONE
With a crash of metal on metal the airlock door smashes into the opposite wall. The black metal of the war bot a blur as he sprints down the corridor. Shattering the barricade and the Orions behind it. Following Wells' directions he sprints down the corridors dropping any Orion he sees, triple jointed legs and his thrusters propelling him to incredible speeds. The next few minutes are a whirlwind of violence as Drake slices any Orion that stands in his way, his railguns and missiles taking out those who shoot from a distance.
As the final chords of the song drift away Drake smashes through the door to the main hold, dropping the armed guards before they have a chance to react. Luckily the federation species present, now quite clearly there against their will what with the manacles and fearful expressions, were all clustered in the middle of the hold, the guards having stood around them.
As Drake gets into position where he can easily cover all entrances he calls out to the fearful crowd. "Starfleet's here to rescue you. Keep your heads down, this will all be over soon." Within moments Wells and her team sprint through the smashed door and get to defensive positions, phasers at the ready. With a nod to Wells, Drake marks all present as friendly and drops into a defense fugue, letting his automated systems take over his body and weapons, focusing almost all of his attention on his subspace link to the ship's computer.
In Drake's universe, the processor density of modern quantum computers allows for an incredible amount of system security on every device that can connect to a network. The heightened focus on network security a simple reality of almost a third of the population existing, in the simplest terms, as raw data in a specialized computer. As all Technos are essentially trained hackers from mental maturity, the necessity of security systems that can hold a nefarious Techno back is a simple reality of the UHS. In comparison to that, the network security on the Orion light cruiser is laughably simple. What it also is however, is alien. As the Starfleet personnel and Drake begin trading fire with the Orions, Drake's mind is in overdrive learning a new programming language and network protocol system on the fly. It takes 72 seconds, an eternity where the war in the computer core is concerned, but Drake finally takes the ship's computer over entirely, allowing him to control the Orion's ship as if it were his own body. With a thought, the ship is brought into lockdown. Emergency bulkheads close throughout the ship, control consoles in the bridge and engineering are blown out, and the ship drops from warp.