[center][h3]Teg (Cora)[/h3][/center]
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The sound of an explosion was normally music to Teg's ears. However, when she was strapped to her seat in a space ship that had probably seen its best days some centuries earlier, this was not the case. Several battles fought in the cramped, burning corridors of spaceships and in the unforgiving vacuum of space had long since convinced Teg that there was little romance to dying outside of any planetary atmosphere. She'd seen what happened when the hull of a space ship was breached. She'd heard the panicked, desperate screams, and then the endless silence.

Explosions meant one of two things, either a critical component of the beaten ship had failed...which was not improbable. Or someone had sabotaged the ship...which was even less improbable. She had enough faith in Socket, despite Andrea's derisive comments about the engineer, to favor the latter possibility. She didn't think that any of Socket's repairs would have failed so soon and so catastrophically, not without some help along the way. The particulars of an explosion told Teg all that she might want to know about the skill of whoever made the device and what they had intended. The fact that she (and the rest of the crew) had not been exploded into a million smaller bits of biomass told her several things. One, it had to have been a modestly clever job. She'd heard Socket shouting over the comms about the engines before the explosion. Targeting critical parts of a ship required at least some level of expertise. Two, whoever did it had to have extended access to the ship. It took at least some time and privacy to place or rather hide a bomb. And unless the perpetrator was willing to blow themselves up along with the rest of the ship she was inclined to suspect someone that was safe back on the Hub had planted the device.

Addressing Andrea, Teg began to unbuckle the heavy straps that had kept her safe as the ship was rocked by the explosion, "I'm going to go see how they planned to blow us up this time. Be right back. Holler if you need me."

Springing to her feet, Teg picked up her hat from where it had landed on the floor and took a moment to fix her now ruffled clothing. With a nod of satisfaction, she headed in the direction of the engine room. She wasn't going to sit around and wait to see what had happened. She wasn't an engineer by training, but she'd been a spacer long enough to be able to offer a hand with any repairs or firefighting. And most of all she wanted to get a look at whatever was left of any explosives.

As she walked down the corridor towards the engine room, Teg shouted loudly, "Is anyone hurt?"