Disaster! That's what awaits!

You're awoken from your very nice snooze to the much less nice sound of a blaring alarm. In seconds you're up and grabbing at your trousers, Rhian lifting her head and staring at your blearily "What the hell's happening?"
You hold off answering her until you've reached the shuttle control panel. People used to think you were being paranoid for installing an emergency link to your ship aboard your shuttle, as well as a few strategically placed cameras. You like to think most of those people are imprisoned now. Or been spaced. "We've stopped moving. Something's boarded us, I don't know what yet."
You hear Rhian scrambling about, gathering up her clothes and pulling them on "What about the others?"
"I can't contact them from here. Is there any way you can reach them?"
She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a tiny earpiece and talks into it "Cutlass crew, status update. What's going on? Cutlass crew!?" After a few seconds you hear a voice coming through the static.
'urrz... Gehe-orzg Under attack... ship comp- butzz... -sing fight... nrggg... -st one left.'
"Garge!? Who's attacking us!?"
'...n't see. brzz Well armed. Fast. Taking priso- grnn'
You pause and look at Rhian. The swagger and confidence you saw earlier is draining out of her and you can tell by the expression on her face that she is terrified about the rest of her crew mates.
"Garge? What can I do?"
The line clears up briefly.
'... Stay safe. Get away' There's a brief pause 'Draw your cutlass.'
And like that... The line is dead. Finally the cameras boot up and you scan the screen. Either something has been destroyed or they used smoke bombs in the attack. Occasional sparks fly from wiring on the wall. Finally the smoke starts to clear and you can make out figures covered in heavy black armour. A quick glance reveals at least eighteen enemy combatants. No way that you and Rhian can take all of them down on your own. Zooming in you barely manage to make out the lettering on the armour. IPF. You pause. This doesn't make any sense. You've never seen them with this kind of firepower. Bounty hunters maybe? Another gang? Focus! Right now it doesn't matter who they are, right now what matters is finding a way out of this mess! Briefly you glance at the camera you set up to observe the cargo hold. Nobody has entered it yet. If you can think of a plan fast enough you might just be able to get yourself and Rhian out of this situation. Or... you hate yourself for even thinking this; but it might be time to cancel Isabella's contract. After all... surviving today means you'll have a chance to survive tomorrow as well.
Rhian looks over at you, fear and desperation etched on her face "What are we going to do Halloway?"