You dig in your pockets and pull out your tub of toilet bowl cleaner (very acidic and flammable). You uncap it, and flail it all around while screaming your head off (which only your "comrades" could hear through the radio because you were in a vacuum), causing blue droplets to float all around the room in small undulating spheres, until they strike a surface. The acids react with the titanium of the enemy's armor and transforms it into the highly flammable and self-oxidizing chemical Titanium fluoride, although it is difficult to tell unless one was to strike a match. The soldiers look at you as if you are stupid, then continue fighting as if nothing had happened. Once their armor became extremely shiny, you knew it was time. You struck a flare, and threw it at the nearest enemy soldier. The flare's reddish glow drew the eyes of everybody, and once it struck the titanium chemical, it ignited in a superheated white flame, which spread to everybody who had the toilet bowl cleaner on them. You were unaffected because heat does not transfer through a vacuum, but the enemies were cooked alive and their armor disintegrated. All the vapors created were immediately sucked into the vacuum of space. All that was left was you, the friendly boarding party, and all of their floating weapons. The other soldiers all surround you, and take aim at you, but seem hesitant to attack given that you were wearning a Janitor's clothes. Calmly, you take out your comms, and put your old ones back on, Sargent Braden says, "you have our frequency, who the hell are you?"