Graduation Day

"Aye, Aye" She picks the position most likely to impact the connection and the door and goes over there to position one of the two explosive charges she has been equipped with. "Blast radius is 5m tops, guys. Time to get where you need to go and be ready for whatever." As Melena kneels to repeat all steps endlessly repeated in the training drills, she cautiously avoids any direct physical contact with the vessel or its parts.

As soon as she is satisfied and feels she has done exactly what is needed, the marine steps back an appropriate distance. She puts one hand back on the rifle, while the other holds the detonator. "Here goes nothing."

"Hm" Archer Veillon mutters in the intercom at the order to blow the ship up.
He had prepared to do an examination of the electric charge surrounding the ship and he was not entirely sure the explosives would have the desired effect. Still, on the other hand, a measurement of how many amps the charge had would not bring them closer to the mission's objectives.
And this way he would not have to touch the ship.

Archer moves to a safe distance of the blast.

Richter fries

"Wait..."

Richter was still fighting off the numbness. "Izzat... bomb?" Summoning what reserves of Strength he had left Richter committed himself to a powerful jump to get free of the blast.

"Welp...

Now what?"

Richter panned a full 360 that explosion was bound to attract some kind of attention.

"Told you it wouldn't work" Archer says, vastly overestimating how much communication is conveyed in a Hm.

From his position a distance away, he also scouts to see if the explosion had caused hostile activities.

"Next try's all yours, smarty pants." Melena is surprised that there seems to be no reaction. Such a nice blast....
If somebody is around, surely they have to be aware of her and the rest of the crew now? How could they not be?

"What do you suggest then, remain silent and v e r y stern and stare at them until they come out?"
Brute force does not seem to be the answer for once...

"It wasn’t a bad attempt." AJ says. Damn Grey ship pretty much indestructible. She contemplates placing the explosives closer to the habitat might have been more effective. Suddenly, three figures emerge, clad in Dominion combat armor. AJ narrows her eyes in suspicion, attempting to discern their department. Their presence was not part of the mission briefing…

"Who is this?" AJ demands sharply, suppressing her irritation. "Identify yourself."

"No, that ain't right." Richter had spent a lot of time chewing the guff, shooting the shit, jawing flappin', shit talking, and otherwise lollygagging and scuttlebutting to know that the entire Corps had the combined IQ of potato. It didn't matter what his eyes told him, whatever that thing was that just spoke, it wasn't a marine. Firstly, no Marine would complain about free fireworks, secondly no Marine was capable of a structured interrogative without a verbose litany of profanity. Thirdly, every Marine knew that every other Marine was, by virtue of their job description, perfectly sane.

"Corporal??!?" Richter drew a bead on the lead "marine" urgency and consternation evident in his voice. He took careful aim at the midsection and squeezed gently on the trigger. Just enough that the slightest movement would turn the thing pretending to be a marine into a leaky piece of meat. "The fuck kinda marine bitches about explosions?" Proving his assertion that no Marine was capable of an interrogative sans profanity.

Melena draws without hesitation. She positions herself next to Richter on the other side of the crew, so the big guy and she can easily put themselves between the others and the possible hostiles. The marine looks at who's approaching and tries to make out signs to discern whether this is a deception.

Enzo plugs into a private frequency as soon as this new team somehow manages to squeeze into the frequency they were using. "Hey Corporal, something isn't right here. Command wouldn't have sent a bunch of fresh academy graduates on this mission if they already had a highly trained team on it. There's either been a massive fuck up with command, or this is a trick. Or this is a fucking conspiracy meant for us to take the fall on something bigger."

"Point your finger somewhere else unless you want lose it." AJ growls, her irritation growing. Plugging into their private frequency, she says, "Enzo’s right. Keep your guns up."

"You're not exactly inspiring confidence, soldier." She addresses the new comers harshly. "Don’t give me this need-to-know bullshit, why didn't you coordinate with us before charging in here like cowboys? If you compromised this mission, heads are going to roll. You don't get to put our lives in danger because you couldn't follow protocols. I need your name, post, and command. Give us real intel or get the hell out of our way."

"Shut up! I have the talking stick!"

Richter had to stop and think now. If there was one thing he hated it was thinking. It pissed him off, made his head hurt, and put him in even more of a killing mood. "On your life mother fucker. What's the square root of 121?"

Skye was extremely suspicious of these newcomers, having done a thorough visual sweep of the area as her own unit approached and their explanation of who they were. She tries to focus to see if she can push out any outside thoughts from her mind.

Archer spotted the newcomers first. He had drawn his pistol at their approach but did not point it at them. Besides, he was packing as heavily as Skye and Richter, and it felt right to let AJ do the talking, so he just observed the group.

"Yeah, something doesn't add up about this" he responds on the private frequency to Enzo's remarks on the presence of two Dominion groups in the crater.
what the hell is going on? Are they really who they claim to be?