"As I said on the Bay, I never sleep, Captain." Nova smirked. "I'll atleast try. I'll have him watched so he doesn't get close while I finish this bomb. It'll be a short delay to figure out what the heck they did to screw up, but I'll get it fixed regardless." She flagged down one of her operatives, sending him off to keep tabs on Driva. She continued to drink her coffee, inspecting the faulty device, looking for an error. "I'll inspect this after an attempt to nap, Phoenix, fix this stupid thing." She ordered, starting a slow walk towards the exit. "Yes ma'am, we should atleast have the issue ironed out before you return, and be in the process of fixing it." She replied, going over to the bombs, inspecting them with her team. "Good. Gearing.. I'll be trying to sleep in my quarters if you need me." Nova slowly departed, evidently tired, from just her movements.
Meanwhile, one of Nova's men had stalked Driva back to his lab, the operative watching over Driva.
He returned to the Bay and headed to the bombs. One of the men stood up and moved towards him. Hey! Leave this area! You are not allowed here anymore. Ok, since when? My friend got hurt because one of your men... one advice, look at the second core. He turned around and went to his lab. When he arrived he locked it that nobody except for him,
"Arvestian" and Sader could open the door. He turned off his communicator and began to shoot stuff with the guns which are in his lab.
Murray watched from the distance as Driva did his thing, eyeing him as he entered his lab. She merely pulled out her communicator, pinging Driva as she contacted someone else. "James..? Yeah.. It's Murray.. Go ahead and get to work covering Nova's old job. She's taking over for Driva since he wants to be a massive pain.. Just.. make sure that the paperwork is covered and the data is secured. We might need to do all of this again... Yeah, no kidding... Alright, I'll talk to you later.."
She looked around, unclipping her rapier from her belt and setting it on a nearby table, sitting down before she fell from exhaustion. "I hate my job sometimes..." she muttered.
Through a gap into the now a little bit opened doors he looked out of his lab. Gearing sat there, her Rapier on the table. Thinking about the possibilities of outcomings of this encounter he released the safety from his gun. after that he stepped out, the gun still in the holster. Ms. Murray, hey, is there something you want? He turned around and programmed the Turret on his datapad. It shoots now when someone that is not him enters the Lab. Aswell he programmed his doors that they only open enough that one person can go through. Naturally he locked the door that onle he can enter his lab.
She looked up, a little surprised to see him in her half comatose state. "Great... Look, I'm tired, so I'll keep this brief.. You're not in charge of making these explosives anymore. That's Nova's job now. In place of this, I want you to make sure the hangar on the Omaha is ready to receive the ships so we can deploy them."
She then pulled out a small text communicator, opening up with Nova.
{["Nova, I spoke with Driva.. He's going to cover the retrieval of the ships to the Omaha. I want you to make sure both ships are sent out, and have your men deliver them. I don't need to tell you that this is the final stages of the whole thing, so please don't screw this up.."]
-Murray}
He began to scratch his side, pulling on the security on his gun. Uhm, I'm sorry but I have to go, there are more important things to do than making a hangar ready. There are men onboard the Omaha for this. Quickly he began to walk to Bay 4 where his ship is docked.
Nova's man kept shadowing Driva, reporting on his movements, and blatant disregard for a direct order. The operative soon reported to Nova, who had failed to achieve any sleep. "Don't let him off this station, none of his crafts are cleared for take off. He's ignoring a direct order."
Nova continued her work, overseeing her men in the construction bay. "Seems like a faulty detonator, we'll need to build a new one for this bomb." Phoenix reported. "It'll be atleast a day to recreate a proper one, we don't have the spare components right now." She continued. "Then do it, I want these things ready as soon as possible." Nova watched over the operation, concerned of Driva's insubordination.
One there was something following him. He kept moving to his ship. As he arrived he prepared for take off. Juneau Control, this is the Liberty Navy 5th Fleet Research and Development Vessel "Driva", requesting for take off. Juneau Control here, negative. That was it. Their plan. Again he held the detonator in his hand, one push and everything could end. Luckily he was in his Grizzly. He just had to wait for the next ship that will take off. But he thought about another way to solve this...
"He's not dismounting his craft, I think he's going to try to take off anyway." The operative reported. "So stop him, grab the security team and take him into custody, he's ignoring direct orders, if he takes off, send the stations security wing out and shoot him down, nonlethal force is authorized. I want a word with him. Now!" Nova ordered. She wasn't frustrated now, she was pissed.
Juneau control began closing the launch bay door, Marines approaching the craft from all directions, weapons drawn, albeit with their stun settings. "Driva! Step out of the craft with your hands in the air! You're being detained!"
Murray let out an exhausted sigh, grabbing her rapier's scabbard in anger and standing up, stamping out the bay door. "If I'm not back in two hours Nova, consider your comrade a pile of dead meat..!"
She stamped through the hall towards the main hangar, entering and seeing Driva's Grizzly surrounded by non-lethal arms. "Taylor, you better get the hell out of that shuttle or I'm coming in there and I'm gutting you like a prize hog!"
