Matt Smith & Angelina Dimitrova

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[font=Courier New]LNS-Pacific, outside the Kansas Jump Hole

[color=#FFFFFF]Matt looks at the file on the Pacific's armory. The munitions on battleships like these were either configured for space-to-space or space-to-mud. Getting one to detonate on a timer wouldn't be an issue, but carting it onboard a space-station while under fire would be very tricky.

"I work out tha' logistics o'eet. One small nuke'll be enough. I dinnae need tha' larger ones. We'll get as deep as we can n'trigger it. Worst case, it only blows a chunk off tha' station. Best case, the whole thing goes. In fairness, our Dreadnaughts ain't exactly designed tae hold a nuclear blast unless it's in Main Engineering. I doubt those hackers will see it coming!"

Everyone else in the room nods their head, Matt looks around and check's his watch.

"Alreet then, we're done here aye? I'll make preparations on the Valiant. We strike in 12hours. Bring 'er home gents, n'blast those son's a bitches!"

The Captains and Squadron leaders depart, leaving Matt and Dimitrov in the room. He looks at him and takes a sip from the whisky bottle on the table.

"Dun worry pal, I'll bring 'er home. Even if I have tae blast tha' station apart piece by piece."

Another beep on the console, the latest SPY drone had transmitted final co-ordinates of an unknown structure before being destroyed. The hackers would know they are coming by now.

But did they know the Navy's determination?

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