Locke
As you stomp on the side of the man's knee, it does indeed snap with a sickly sound somewhat reminiscent of a nut's shell being stepped on. He screams as a sliver of bone appears from the side of his leg, almost as if by magic.
Camille
You pull the man towards you, interrupting his next blow, and your revolver connects with his face in a satisfying crunch. He wobbles backwards, before stumbling and landing against the wall in a slump. Your tactical assessment of the other rating turns out to be correct - he rushes past you, but is met by the shocksticks of a group of security officers as they come around the corner.
The smoke has mostly cleared, sucked away by the ship's ventilation systems and dispersed somewhere in the bowls of it's life support system. At the other end of the hallway, several more officers step out of the lift, taking a moment to survey the scene in front of them before moving forward to check on their beaten and motionless companion.
The Bridge
Roland steps out of the lift and on to the bridge just in time to hear a page come across the comms from one of the lower decks.
"Captain, this is security control. We... well, rather, your officers and the Chief got everything under control. We've got one dead sec officer down here, and a couple of the ratings bought it in the fight. Two more aren't gonna last long, and we're gonna need the Surgeon if we're gonna bother to patch the rest up." The comm crackles as he speaks, and you can hear screaming in the background. "SHUT HIM UP! Sorry sir. Usually the previous Captain would leave justice to the Chief, but anyone down here who can still talk blame a couple of the men you brought with you for the fight. Haven't talked to them yet, but seems just as likely the only thing they did wrong was walk into the wrong bar. I can't find anyone NOT involved to confirm either side's story. Thought you might want to know."