Two things happen at once. The first is the explosions that rock the stationary Jaburo. Carefully-hidden mines placed with extremely artful precision targeting highly specific systems, although loud and noisy enough to stir up a panic.
Colonel Hatsheput, still doing up the uniform buttons of her shirt, marches down the hallway, surrounded by aides, lesser officers, and the Second Mate of the Iron Kestrels. Technicians read off damage reports to her as calmly as they can.
“Engines nonresponsive, ma'am.”
“The Microgate Projector is completely destroyed, we're lucky it didn't cause a chain reaction.”
“Bay 1's catapults have all been destroyed, we've had the most injuries there and a few deaths. Bay 2 is still working, we're transferring the SOUL machines there as fast as we can.”
“Weapons and life support online and functional. It's strange, though, explosions did go off around the main beam batteries...but they were more flash and burn marks than serious payload. Looks damned ugly outside and we'll need repairs soon, but they're still all functional. Maybe the saboteur didn't have time to do it right?"
“They are?” She asks. The Colonel pauses, “Where did I leave my gun belt? Ah...thank you Mohammed.” With a coquettish smile, she accepts the garment from the pirate and straps it on, “Is our defensive screen working?”
“It's functional, ma'am. We actually found the bomb there and disarmed it in time, thanks to some quick thinking and a group of very courageous MPs.”
“Bay 1's computers recorded two unauthorized launches prior to the explosions, we're missing a Pumpkinseed and an Assault Warmouth. The other two prisoners are missing, we assume they launched together.”
“I do not think...” Interjects Mohammed, “That the Terran is working with the woman. Call it a hunch, but it is possible he simply saw a chance and took it.”
[Continued]