Tsybenko's mouth slants wryly; he's... not really all that accustomed to physical fighting. But he does reach for one of the wrenches and move to follow as Kirk and the others make their move.

The two men in the narrow corridor are uniformed and heavily armed for their rank, and have a gleam to their eyes that suggests they don't so much march to a different drummer as that they've wandered off to follow a different parade altogether. The look of surprise when they spot the two unfamiliar figures behind the naval crewmen, though, that's unmistakable. One of them draws breath to speak- and promptly gets a boot to the kneecap from Apalkov. As he staggers, the other one swings one enormous, thick-fingered fist at whoever happens to be nearest.