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[h1][center][color=f9ad81]Specialist Devronian Arx[/color][/center][/h1]
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Dev's heart gave a small flutter at the sound of the order. He immediately jumped up from the turret console, grabbing Death Whistle and making his way up and out of the cockpit, giving the pilot a small wave as she began her maneuvers. He was used to zero G maneuvers at this point, and made his way to his own room. He flipped up his bed, tossing it aside as he stared at his glorious hoard of advanced plastic explosives. He pulled out a duffle bag, placing in around 20 kilos of his own special explosive. Once he had that, he quickly picked up a receiver and a remote switch, tossing them into the bag as he made his way towards the Escape Pods.

Once down with the murder bots, Dev made sure to properly suit up, setting the explosives down to put on an emergency flight suit and helmet. He then made his way towards one of the broken escape pods, running his own shoddy diagnostics. "[color=f9ad81]Port Thrusters and Life Support out of commission... structural integrity at about 54%... Oh this'll do nicely.[/color]" With a few button presses, he entered into the tight airlock seal. Once the door was closed behind him, the inner door opened up to reveal a beaten up craft. It was surprisingly holding together, but various cracks and damaged electrical bits were clearly signs of tampering. The pod was unusable for proper escape, but perfect for the large space grenade Dev was cooking up.

A few taps on Dev's datapad loaded up his song (Bach's Air on the G String). He smiled at the soaring melody of the piece, his hands swinging in soothing motions as the work began. It took but five minutes, the explosives set precisely in patterns that wouldn't make sense to any rational being. But for Dev, it was art. Explosives so perfectly and delicately placed that failure was impossible in his mind. Having a second opinion, however, wasn't something Dev was above. "[color=f9ad81]Tango, I need you to run a trajectory calculation. Locate their life support, I need this thing in the exact formation I'm sending you.[/color]" With a swipe up, Dev sent his quick measurements to the AI, who easily churned out the specifications. "[color=00aeef]Calculations completed. Trajectory options delivered.[/color]"

Dev made his way out of the pod through the small airlock, grabbing his leftover supplies. He smiled as the music came to an end, the strings stretching out the final notes as the door to the pod closed. Dev swiped the calculations over towards a small icon, a rather isometric icon of flight controls. He then spoke through the comms to Yasaliah. "[color=f9ad81]Hate to spoil your fun, but I need you to pick up that flight pattern exactly. Tango is gonna launch the pod when you're in position. I'm headed up to the Bridge to watch the fireworks.[/color]" Almost as an afterthought, Dev sent a message to the whole crew. "[color=f9ad81]If this doesn't work, first round is on me when we're back at port...[/color]" The demolitions expert practically skipped to the bridge, eagerly anticipating the sight of a job well done.