[Corridor] (two men working by flashlight see a pair of pale skinned humanoids with very long legs cross a junction. They follow, then their flashlights fall to the floor. Archer and his two security guards come across the weird aliens crouching over the crewmen doing something strange with beams coming from their hands) ARCHER: Get away from those men! (fires his phase pistol, no effect on the big eyed alien with a vertical mouth slit and no nose. The aliens leave and the security guards follow) Go. (Presses the Com) Archer to Sickbay.
Crewman [OC]: The aliens are gone, sir. They've launched their shuttle. (another salvo at a nacelle and the green ship leaves)
T'POL [OC]: The alien vessel has gone to warp, but that last shot damaged our port nacelle. We're venting drive plasma.