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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1281708" data-attributes="member: 515">A few moments after leaving the cargo bay, Argent arrives on the bridge, surprising Vargas. "Vargas, we have a problem. Vasilii has discovered a possible explosive device attached to one of diagnostic tables in the cargo bay. The rest of the crew will be searching the cargo bay for other surprises and disabling the current device. "We get to search the ship. You start aft, I’ll start forward. We need to find anything that seems would be out of the ordinary and try to identify it. Don't try to disarm or move it, just note it and let me know what and where it is. Mr. Hellinic as an ex-Belter appears to be our demolitions expert and should be the one to disarm it. Any questions?" "Not so much a question as an idea. If there’s a way to move the device, I suggest moving it into an airlock and taking it down to vacuum. Without an atmosphere, the device can’t create the concussion required to damage the ship. Probably should put some shock isolation between it and the deck also; landing gear chocks, cargo pallet, something like that. What do you think?" -----McConnell almost snaps off a salute and replies "Aye aye SIR!" when Argent leaves. After a moment to see that Vasilii and Talbek were already starting to look at their manifest lists and other containers, particularly for any scanners/snifters, Ian heads toward the comm to rouse the Virushi/ Keying the comm, Ian says, "Darishun! Please report to the cargo hold immediately. We have an emergency that requires an examination of the cargo." After a few beats, a sleepy sounding, and oddly deep and resonant voice that was entirely at odds with the voice that Ian remembered coming from the massive sophant responds. "Yes? Mr. McConnell is it? What seems to be the problem?" Stifling a curse and a fervent desire to be back on a ship where people simply followed orders, Ian responds, "Darishun, there appears to be a possible bomb in one of the imaging tables. We need to inventory the cargo for other possible problems." Surprisingly, Darishun simply replies, "I will be down shortly, Mr. McConnell." A few minutes later, the Virushi’s massive head pokes around the corner. Strangely, Darishun’s voice has returned to its normal soft and barely audible tone/level. After asking a few questions and briefly examining the table from a distance, Darishun remarks, "I lifted/moved a couple of the tables earlier without any problems. I did not notice anything at the time." Darishun continues. "I sincerely hope that none of the other ships have received similar cargos. I do not understand this sort of behavior, and this sort of thing sincerely makes me fear for the continued existence of your species and the Third Imperium." </blockquote>

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