There were ten rogue Klingons aboard the Bird Of Prey.
That meant they had to get rid of nine Klingons.
Burnham didn't like killing Klingons, but as she looked back at Bryce, it was the only option.
The only option to make sure they came out of this alive. If they had security officers assigned on to the mission then perhaps they could have taken the ship without a loss of life. Two short Klingons were heading down the corridor laughing with one hand on the slightly taller Klingon's shoulder. Bryce took out a wooden dagger then threw it in the direction of the short Klingon. Another blade landed but it was above the initial injury. The slightly taller one turned in the direction of the source. Burnham held up the Romulan Disruptor then fired twice at the Klingon. The Klingon's body fell to the floor with a thud. Two Klingons came down the hall immediately. Burnham pressed the trigger four times making the hallway littered in bodies.
"Now is the time to get a new disruptor, Lieutenant," Burnham said.
"Not a bad away mission, Commander," Bryce said, coming over to the fallen bodies.
Burnham held the disruptor looking both ways for oncoming traffic.
"Coast is clear," Burnham said, pressed against the side of the staircase. "We have six unimportant Klingons up there and one leader to subdue."
"How can you tell?" Bryce asked.
"They are laughing," Burnham said. "It is very distinctive laughter."
"You must have better hearing than I do," Bryce said.
"In fact, I do," Burnham said. "If you are curious."
"Alright," Bryce said, coming to her side. "Don't we need a navigator and pilot to control this ship? Who understands Klingon consoles?"
Burnham looked over toward Bryce.
"We are not taking this ship to Federation space," Burnham said. "If it goes to plan, it would not be necessary."