Pippin heard gunfire. He pulled himself out of his bunk and grabbed his pistol. He poked his head out of the room and scanned the corridor.
Lion motioned for the surrending blackjackets to move. As they began moving back to their ship, Lion inspected both their weapons left behind as well as the colonel's body.
He found nothing aside from some decorative service medal which yielded nothing after scanning.
Lion then jogged to the hangar and began observing the station from there.
"No dice, huh?", Dwan said in response to Rask's unknowledge. He grabbed Rask's chair and pulled Rask out of the pantry. He got it right-side up and began pulling the chair to the elevator to take it and the bastard on it to the Brig.
"Lion, Rask doesn't seem to know shit about the bomb. Have you tried asking Damya?", Dwan said as he sent a message to Lion.
"I'd ask her but I'm about to make a move on the bomb. If anyone in the security room could ask her that'd be great." Replied Lion before moving down the ramp.
He approached the station market where there were at least a hundred hostages alongside some blackjackets.
Lion grabbed some cover against a wall and peeked out.
The hostages had been split into four groups with blackjackets watching them from the sides. A big device that could only be the bomb.
"[Soldiers of Kanadys! Your officers are either dead or captured; I'm willing to give you a chance to walk off peacefully should you choose to lay down your weapons and tell us how to disarm the bomb!]" Yelled Lion across the market.
Varn dug out the bullet from his shoulder. He bandaged himself, but he needed to see someone who actually knows medicine to fix him up fully. The Colonel's actions didn't surprise him. Rotten cowards, the lot of them. But the bomb worried him. Maybe the kanad Iska captured could tell them more. He noticed the small box from his belonging on the floor, luckily it hasn't opened and let whatever's inside out.
Varn exited the security room and walked to Iska and the captive. Box in hand. "We know about the bomb. Tell us how to defuse it or things will get ugly!"
"I don't think she knows. Why would the Colonel kill himself then? It doesn't make sense other than to take the quick way out than to deal with surrendering."
Sledge entered the armory, finally. He'd been sure to move stealthily.
"Sweet mother of Zeus, what happened here?"
"The Peacemaker apparently happened."
[You guys are doing a great job at keeping the secret arsenal secret. :v:]
[Well you let Yanim burrow one of them so.. So would every combat situation be called an emergency? Because it seems like we're using them as regular weapons.]
[Yes but I didn't provide any info on them aside from the fact that she could use the Class 5 to blow shit up. Plus, both times they were used in we had really shitty odds.]
"We know about the bomb. Tell us how to defuse it or things will get ugly!"
Damya's shark-like grin appeared again. This was what she had been waiting to hear.
"I don't think she knows. Why would the Colonel kill himself then? It doesn't make sense other than to take the quick way out than to deal with surrendering."
"I know this," she said in English so that everyone would understand. "Once the bomb is armed, it can only be deactivated with a seven-digit code, and only Vorokar knew it. Don't you get it yet? If you try to defuse it now, you're just going to fuck it up and get everyone killed a little faster. If the Perikal isn't back yet, you should start running."
"And leave everyone else on the station to die?" Jeremy was livid.
"Of course," the Lieutenant replied. "They're witnesses now, but once they're dead, they'll be all the justification Osch Batakya will need to follow you to your graves."
"So it's a setup," Jeremy said. "Dammit!"
Jeremy once again at a sadistic choice between people or his crew. This wasn't going to be fun. They never had such a decision like this before. He was going to have to face reality, whether he liked it or not. No third option.
"Any opinions?"
"[Girl, you best pray to whatever gods you worship. If this leads to whatever you think it will lead, Kanad systems will burn. It's not a threat, it's a warning.]" Varn looked at Jeremy. "What are your orders captain?"
Dwan finally arrived at the Brig, having pulled Rask by the chair he's tied to the entire way. He didn't even pay attention to the mess around the armory, but Rask sure as hell did.
Dwan threw Rask and the chair in a cell. "Once I'm done with you, you'll have wished that you never joined the SS.", he told him as he locked the cell shut. Dwan then walked to the armory, still not caring for the mess there. "Status so far?", Dwan asked the folks in the armory.
"First of all, the Colonel had the codes for it but obviously dead. If we try to act like bomb defusers we know what's going to happen."
Iska stood up and straightened herself. "Why not place bomb on small craft and autopilot into space" she suggested, looking quite proud of herself.
"We either leave these people to die or we try to help them and likely get blown up. Tough choice."
"Do we even know the bomb is mobile? What if they already prevented it from being moved? Going out there would waste our time left." Jeremy said.
[So, are the blackjackets going to respond or...?]
As Lion waited for the blackjackets to respond, he opened up the crew channel. "Any progress yet, guys? It's a big bomb..."
"Bad news. The colonel was the only one who knew the combination to defuse it. How big is it actually?"
(( Guys something happened and I really don't feel up to posting tonight. Sledge is an NPC for the next few hours until I can get this straightened out. Thanks. ))
Lion clenched his fists around the weapon. "Fucking hell..."
"How big is it actually?"
Lion looked at the bomb which had a long round shape with several tubes, handles and a control panel on its grey surface.
It appeared to hover slightly above the ground.
"It's roughly the size of a smaller horse. Kind of like those ugly early 20th century eco cars, if you know what I mean."
Dwan excuses himself and leaves the armory, heading to the station market.
The remaining blackjackets doubted Lion when he said their officers were taken out of action, but after a series of unanswered communications, they began to take him seriously. Still, they wondered why only a single soldier had chosen to confront them. 8 minutes remained on the timer.
Lion clenched his fists on the heavy weapon he carried as he described the bomb to the crew. "It's roughly the size of a smaller horse. Kind of like those ugly early 20th century eco cars, if you know what I mean."
"[Robot!]" one of the kanads interrupted. "[This bomb can't be disarmed without the colonel. Is he dead, or captured?]" Lion told them the truth, the Colonel had taken his own life. "[I]Hyushya[/I]. [We're all fucked then. We can move the bomb, but there's nowhere to take it. There's no way we can get it into a ship and off the station in ten minutes.]"
The blackjackets called for help from the Perikal, which had just broken its chase of the Golden Wave ship when the latter warped out. They were now fifteen minutes away from the station and couldn't render assistance.
7 minutes remained. The two GKVR operatives who were at the station's controls had now abandoned them. A Sergeant Major named Arion Rozel, defacto leader of the remaining troops, ordered a retreat back to their Trojan cargo ship.
As the blackjackets retreated, Lion moved forwrad to secure the market. "Market secured! 7 minutes on the timer, folks!" He yelled over the radio.
Dwan arrived at the station market, having caught up to Lion. He greeted him in a serious manner.
"Ideas?" Lion looked at the crowd and then Dwan.
Dwan gestured Lion to come closer, close enough so that no one hears him. "I could deal with the bomb.", Dwan pointed out in a whisper.
Lion nodded. "Affirmative." He brought out what appeared to be some kind of grenade. "Cover your ears."
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