Sneak aboard the ship? Check.
Secure the bridge? Check.
Take the Orgron leader of the thugs captive? Check.
Do all this without alerting the rest of the crew, thus allowing them to mount an attack on the bridge AND enable the self destruct countdown? Not even close.
Extract the sperm of the Orgron leader so that the less barbaric females of the species could impregnate themselves without needing to be raped? Working on it!
The sound of lasers, phasers, and possible even blazers tore through the air and scorch marks dotted the room where they struck walls and chairs. Fifteen or so armed mercenary thugs had all but taken the bridge back as three valiant mercenaries (not even remotely thuggish) hid behind chairs and computers, trying not to take any hits while sending out a few shots of their own. It was an effort in vain, however. Sooner or later, they’d be pushed up against the glass wall that led only to space and likely riddled with blaster shots. And even then, if the self destruct went off, they would all be goners.