"We've got atmo. I'd keep sealed, but that's just me." said the pilot as he stood in front of the loose sort of formation of crew and security operators that have gathered in the cargo bay.
"Alright, listen up. We've just landed on what could be a dark station. That means we go in hot, fast and above all; carefully. Myself, and Sec-Team 1 will move first to the gate and secure the area. The rest of you will stay close to Sec-Team 2 and do as they say, got it?" A collection of acknowledgments and more motivated "Yessirs!" rang out from the fully armed and armoured Sec Troopers that stood lined up to the side.
"Suit Team will post security around the ship, and are clear to engage anything not displaying our IR marker strobes." the Pilot further orders, pointing to the set of four towering humanoid Mobile Enhanced Carrier Hardsuits. They looked like a cross between the cockpit of a heavy gunship given arms and legs. The pilots within the armoured glass and metal plated canopies nodded, lifting up on their control gauntlets which actuated the hardsuit's bulky arms.
"Guns up, eyes open. Lets move" shouted the Pilot, slipping on his helmet as he struck the switch to the bay doors.
The thick plating swiftly fell open with a clunk, the Pilot rushing forward with pistol in hand. The first Security team of five men soon followed, forming up behind him.
"Keep your spacing and form a wedge, stop at those crates and carrier vehicles ahead!" he barks over the commlink, the Sec Troopers moving quickly up to the assigned position, around halfway up the wide lane which connected the landing pad to the main hangar doors.
"Sec-Team 2 You're clear to move. Go!"
The next group of troopers motion to the rest of the crew, taking a line formation as they advanced across the open pathway.