Nova said nothing, only staring down the other operative, gripping the table rather tightly, drinking her coffee. She knew Gearing would be on her side with the cores, she had to be. The shelf life is too long for losing effectivity, and the shells she designed out not allow accidental detonation.
"You did well you two.. Good work. Get the cores installed and have them mounted and prepped for deployment aboard the Omaha. I'll inquire with Sader as to where he wants them deployed to."
She turned to the both of them. "Good work. Both of you. If haven't gotten one already, I'll make sure you both get a medal for this. Now let's sit back and watch our hard work pay off."
"Phoenix, get to work." Novas men soon arrived with the cores and coordinated with Drivas men to install the cores. Nova looked over in Driva's direction, if only to show a rather victorious smirk, as she went along to her office.
"I want these mounted and on the Omaha within the next solar day, men. Get on it."
She moved towards the door again, turning as she went through the doorframe. "Again, beautiful work, gents. Keep it up..!" She finally left the men to do their work.
Guess we have no choice... Ok, you two go and help Arvestian. He pointed at two of "Nova's" men. And you two help me. It tooks minutes to implement the core in the first drone but on the other one where "Arvestian"
worked something went wrong. An energy impulse threw off him and the two men. "Arvestian" groaned in pain. Uhh... that hurts. "Driva" went to "Arvestian" after that impulse and called for the medics. I... I need medics in bay two, three men are wounded. Additionally I need something to protect the station from a NEMP. NOW! He turned on his communicator, connecting it to "Gearing" and "Nova", shouting at them in anger. Now you see why I wanted to wait for Sader's sign! We could check the drones for some errors, but you always need everythin now finished! I swear, these bombs will be needed soon, but not now. We would had time to check them again. His accident is your fault. Pray that he won't die.
Murray pulled her communicator out, turning on a heel back towards the bay. "Listen here numnuts, if this problem is anyone's fault here, it's yours or your damn assistant's. I gave you an order, not Nova, and you neglected to go through the necessary protocols on old fighter craft before having your man work on it."
She passed through the door again, entering with a drawn rapier in hand. "So tell me again whose fault it is, 'operative'."
Soon afterwards, Nova arrived with fresh cup of coffee in hand. "Can I leave one of my projects aside for a minute before somebody decides to screw up!?" Nova was clearly angered as evident by her shouting. She was about to continue before taking notice of her superior. "Erm... sorry, Ma'am."
"Driva" sat at the Drone which caused the accident, whispering to himself. My fault. I had to check it. Not their. Wait. Their. They wanted it ready, soon. He always repeated this and he didn't recognized the two. In anger he stood up, pushed "Gearing" and "Nova" out of his way and left the Bay. "Uhh... that hurts." These words stucked in his mind, repeating. Why? WHY!? In desperation he ran through the station, searching for something but he didn't knew for what.
As he arrived at the bay again he stared at "Nova" and "Gearing". A lot of thoughts went through him during his trip. I'm sorry. It was my fault... You are not involved in this... The second NEMP will be ready soon, but
I need a break... This all is too much... I need a break... I will be here soon... Yeah, soon... Maybe one or two days. He left the Bay again and headed straight to his lab.
"Nice rapier.." Nova stood, watching as Driva went off. "I need a katana to fight you off, don't I?" She looked over her superior, trying to analyze just what she even owns a rapier for.
"You can grab a katana if you want, but you don't need one to fight me off. I mean.. it's not like it really matters anymore. He can take his days off and then some. I won't have that incompetency building nuclear bombs."
She slips the rapier into a scabbard she had hanging from her belt, pulling an item from her pocket and slapping it into Nova's hand. "Enjoy your new job.. and.. try to get some sleep with this one.. I'm going to have one of my men take over your old job.. you just make sure those bombs are built and mounted.. and don't let him back in unless he's prepared to do things to protocol. Shoving superiors is not protocol."
