"Ready and prepare to sync transmitter and receiver frequencies. I want this thing synced up once its loaded." Teams were moving the bomb through the corridors of the station towards the mooring point. The bomb a large framework cluster of the warheads of the Nova torpedos stripped of their propulsion and guidance systems and left with their bear bone warheads all wired to a single box. The warheads seemed suspended by multiple springs and wires allowing them to flex in their framework without damage. "And be careful, I made it look makeshift but it actually is makeshift... and its delicate like it to, so don't crash it though the damn hallways." He takes out a communicator from his pocket, placing it upto his ear. "Flottillenadmiral... You'll find the bomb loaded into your vessel ready for transfer, what ever you do, don't put your vessel into a roll if this isn't secured... And don't put any flames near it, it hates them." He sits around, watching the crew mount up for the retaking and destruction of one of their most important modules.
One of the crew of the Herschel run out. "Sir, the warheads have been loaded into the cargo hold's jettison bay along with some boarding and transfer teams, are there any further orders?" He takes out a large device from under jacket, seemed like a box an antenna having a pistol grip underneath and a large red trigger. He shoves it to the chest of the crew member. "Take this, its the detonator, you touch that red trigger, you can kiss our asses goodbye, now I'm making sure you don't do it by sending guards with you." He signals two guards over, armed in their black legion outfit. "Take that to the Flottillenadmiral and tell him... Clink-click BOOM!, and show him that device. Do that and I'll give you my desserts for a week.""Yes sir" Enfield gives a chuckle before sending him off with his guarded escort. "I want to see that explosion... but I got other things to do."
