Maya’s hands gripped the edges of the consoles tightly, running the words back through her head. Of course they had a kriffing bomb. It took her a moment as the words came over the com link to realize what was being asked of her. Her response was shaky at best. “I... don’t know. It might just blow up.” After her failure with the Cloakshapes, she wasn’t even sure she had the expertise. She was an engineer and a mechanic, not some EOD technician.
Still, there wasn’t much chance that either side was going to surrender, and she remembered what it had felt like the last time a Kyr’tsad bomb had went off in her vicinity. She had to try.
She rerouted the communication jammer to scan for any other outgoing signals. There were several, but as she began to scan them, she became more confident. She couldn’t risk getting the wrong signal, and between the various comlinks, ship signals, and other electronics, she needed to be absolutely sure she had the right one before she re-calibrated the ships jammer to match the frequency of the dead mans switch.
”I can do it. I just need a bit more time!”