Fiery Tempers

[Kaane]

It only took a few minutes for Cal to find the blast zone, that her contractors had told her of. They had said their own troops would follow in behind her to secure the area. She wondered if any of the men she had already passed, heading to some place or another, was one of them; she probably wouldn't have any idea until they identified themselves, which probably would be foolish in a high-scale operation like this. Still, she was curious. She never could help it.

Now was not the time to ask questions however; now was the time to do.

She soon found the door to the backup power core, thrumming gently in case the garrison's power was cut off. Unfortunately for the Republic soldiers who had wasted the time to build imperialist bases everywhere, it was an older model. One of the models that would probably explode spectacularly given enough juice.

Her hand went into her backpack, reaching for a hacking device as she quickly checked her surroundings to make sure no one was coming. With a few button presses, the simple lock to the engine room was disabled, and the door swung open on creaking, rusty hinges of its own accord. She could tell that pretty much no one had been here in ages, due to the dust scattered everywhere fluttering as she took her tentative steps into the room. Once again, the Trandoshan propped the door open, leaving a sign reading "ROUTINE MAINTENANCE" in front of the door while she set to work rigging the reactor. As far as she knew, the others were bringing the explosives to make sure everything was doubly-dead. But if there was any evidence the reactor had simply malfunctioned (evidence which she was forging at this very moment), the Republic wouldn't suspect a thing. Hopefully it would be done by the time her comrades had arrived.

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma walked briskly through the halls, having split off from the others. Getting in had been far too easy, and it should be even more simple from here on out. While it was definitely advisable for them to work in groups, she needed to find their last member. She left Lux and Abi together, and walked off towards the center of the complex. On the way she passed those who thought she was their comrade. It was too amusing to see several of them think they recognized her body shape and greet her as someone she definitely wasn't. The best ones she was called included "Killer" and "Tay Tay". That last one made Jemma almost burst into laughter. As it was she likely looked like she was shivering from the effort it took to control herself.

She strolled around the facilities, dropping the occasional miniature explosive in discreet locations. She put one inside a potted planet, and another in a basket of fruits, at the bottom of course. Jemma's first main target was the main weapons room. As expected however, she walked into a room full of other Republic soldiers. Some were just hanging out, while others were cleaning weapons or in some cases choosing new weapons. Jemma didn't know exactly how to make a nice distraction, but she was good at thinking on her feet. I've got this. She thought to herself. Jemma walked automatically over to her target area where her favorite explosive would find its new home. She strolled calmly over to the grenade rack, opening her bag and acting like she was about to put some extra weaponry.

She pulled a smoke grenade from the rack and contemplated it for a few moments. After just a few seconds of rather rash thought, she pulled the pin and set the grenade on the bottom rack, turning away just as the smoke began billowing out of the device. Immediately she began stripping down, knowing that nobody could see her within the smoke screen. She quickly yanked off her corset, slipping her blouse and armor back on and walking to a nearby ventilation shaft. She ran into one or two people on the way, but she made it safely there, ripped off the grate, and tossed in her corset. This was all done under the cover of the smoke, and she was out of the room moments before the smoke cleared.

Jemma walked down the halls, now targeting the main engine room. She was kicking herself for not planning slightly better, as it would be quite helpful to have thought through the security of the systems. Eh. I'll just blow them up. She thought with a smile. She strolled into the engine room, checking first for any others around her. She saw one person, a woman, working at the computers, and figured she could just take them out swiftly and quietly if she was suspected. "Hey neighbor!" She said loudly. "What's up?"

Jemma pulled off her helmet and leaned against the wall, acting like she was just totally relaxing in the engine room for no reason. This will totally work out great.

 

[Caine]

Lux watched Jemma wander off for a moment before he shrugged to himself and turned to Abi. " Guess we're working alone then unless you feel like coming with me, these rude swine didn't even offer us anything to eat while we're working on murdering them all. " Lux said in a mock serious voice as he sniffed several times before walking down one of the corridors as he caught the scent of food.

" I'm gonna blow up the dining room, if they're not going to offer me lunch then I see no reason why they should get to have any either. " He added cheerfully as he waved or nodded politely to any personnel he passed quietly going through a list of the numerous ways he could kill them all as he followed the scent of food deeper into the base before he stopped at a set of double doors when a thought occurred to him.

" My boots are the bomb, people will notice if I start walking around without any boots on pretty quickly. " He said more to himself then Abi before he grinned beneath his helmet. " For the sake of the mission I'll have to violently kill murder somebody and steal his boots. " Lux said cheerfully as he started walking again quickly crossing the dining hall and approaching the door to the kitchen and the storage beyond it.

Opening it and walking in Lux motioned one of the kitchen staff over to him and flicked on the helmets external audio so he could be heard outside of the teams private comms. " Surprise inspection, it was reported that one of the night staff has been bringing contraband onto the base and we think it may have been hidden in the storage area you'll come with myself and my partner whilst we search it. " Lux ordered as he reached out to the staffer in front of him through the force to reinforce his order.

The staffers eyes glazed overly as the force compulsion took effect and he led them through the kitchen and into the storage room, following him in Lux waited for Abi to come in before closing the door behind them and turning back to the man standing docilely off to one side. " I'd say something about wishing this didn't have to happen and not enjoying it but quite frankly I'm going to enjoy this a lot and your going to be dead in a moment so not like you'll be telling anyone. " Lux said gleefully as he released the compulsion enjoying the sudden fear that appeared in his victims eyes just as he gripped either side of his head before twisting violently to snap his neck.

Swapping back to the private channel Lux leaned against the wall to pull off his boots and stuck them under a shelf where nobody would see them before removing the boots from the dead man and pulling them on. " Got somewhere you particularly want to destroy or you wanna leave your bomb hidden somewhere in here as well? " Satisfaction was clear in Lux's voice at having finally got to kill somebody as he picked the body up and carried it to the back of the room where he opened up one of the cold storage freezers and dumped the body in before resealing it and breaking the lock to prevent anyone else from getting in.

 

[Kaane]

"Hey neighbor!"

Cal twitched in response as she reached for a pistol in her vest, her trained reflexes forcing her body into action upon the first syllable. "Freeze," she hissed, just loudly enough to be clearly heard, while her body twisted upright faster than eithe of them could blink. An impeccable firing position, one imbued her from years of regimented training, belied the stringent tightness of her nerves as she stared down the woman who had come before her.

She reached out with her senses, Jemma most likely feeling a slight bit of discomfort as her feelings were scrutinized, as though she was being watched with some dreadful pair of eyes she couldn't pinpoint the location of. The former Sith, however, was soon satisfied after only a few seconds. She wasn't near good enough to read anyone's thoughts, of course; however, she knew that at the very least, this person wasn't here to harm her. All she could really feel was some bubbleheaded airiness. One that reminded her of the voice the Trandoshan had heard on the comms by accident before shutting them down.

"....oh...right," muttered Cal as she holstered her weapon without further incident. She knew better than to intrude upon...personal affairs. Strangely enough for an assassin who would do anything she could to gain an edge in a job, she barely if every did research into anyone else. If they didn't sully her path, she wouldn't end theirs.

A sick part of her mind wanted to push the issue. What was left firmly told it to kriff off.

Instead she set back to work rigging the system to overload. She would speak to this newcomer with her back turned, the rest of her concentrating on the task at hand. "You act as though you knew I was to be here. Strange. I was not informed of you," she said quietly as she unfastened her helmet, needing to lean in closer to get a better look at a clearance code that had popped up on the terminal. She sighed as she plugged in her hacking device once again, punching a few buttons while her mind put together the pieces. "Is MDOA-Sector what I think it is?"

Whether or not she received an answer, she would continue to work until a red message flashed on her screen. She had made absolutely sure that the overload wouldn't trigger the alarm system rigged around the garrison, and placed a rudimentary lock on the system itself. While by no means would it be foolproof, it would undoubtedly take too long to save the garrison at this point. And perhaps most importantly, it would cover up that there ever were any bombers in the building to begin with, once the data was sent out to Republic High Command. It would just be a failure in maintenance, gross negligence on the base operators. And given that this place was as desolate as a winter on Hoth, she doubted it would be questioned any further.

"Better move," she advised as she packed up her things quickly. "Reactor core's gonna meltdown."

 

[Abigail Soler]

Abigail smirked when Lux started saying things about how they weren't fed. She agreed as her stomach growled a little bit itself. The Republic definitely had become alot lazier than she had thought before.

"I'll tag along. And don't worry Vamp. You'll get something to eat soon. Maybe after this we can drag back a Republic soldier for you. Or we'll go find someplace to eat. I can pay for it. Anyway.."

she drifted off as she just continued following Lux as he seemed to catch something in his senses. She started running plans through her head, trying to figure out where she could drop the explosive lingerie. That was until they were interrupted when Lux spoke up.

"Hey, can't blame ya there, buddy. I'll plant a few explosives in the kitchen."

she responded as they walked through the building. As they walked past a few of the Republic soldiers, a few thought they recognized her, but she only waved and moved on. Man, their real friends would be so confused if one of those people asked them why they never stopped. But they wouldn't get the chance to.. because they were going to DIE!!

She heard what Lux was saying and she shook her head.

"Remind me to never piss you off."

She said with a hint of a giggle. As Abigail and Lux entered the kitchen area, she unnoticeably planted a bomb at the base of the doorway. Once they entered, she saw Lux motioning one of the kitchen staff and while he was distracted, she planted another bomb underneath the closest table. Once they started moving, she planted a bomb every few inches until they reached the storage area. Just seeing what and where Lux was leading this man, she already knew his plan. So once she entered, she waited for Lux to close the door and for the fun to begin as she stepped to the side.

After he killed the man, he exchanged boots and then asked her where she was going to place her bomb.

"I think I'll place mine in here. Just go put your person somewhere and I'll place the bomb in here."

She then waited for Lux to walk out and then she took off her shirt, quickly exchanging bras and putting her shirt and armor back on including her helmet. She then placed the explosive bra on a shelf behind a few things and then laced the storage room with bombs. She then came out and looked for Lux quickly.

"Alright. Let's blow this popsicle stand and get out of here. We need to regroup."

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma sat dumbfounded as the woman immediately turned on her in aggression. Well this isn't what I expected. She thought. I really hope my skills as a temptress prevail I guess! Jemma thought brightly. She took a deep breath as she prepared to turn on the flirting skills that so potently permeated her very being. She was just about to open her mouth when she felt a profoundly awkward sensation. It wasn't bad per se, but it was certainly odd. She squirmed a bit for a second. "Are you feeling that too?" Jemma asked. She probably looked like she was having some bizarre sort of seizure at the moment, as she had crunched her neck up and was wiggling around a bit. "It's like cold syrup running down my neck and back! This is fantastic!" She said.

The other woman just looked at her oddly and said: "....oh....right." And the sensation ended. "You act as though you knew I was to be here. Strange. I was not informed of you." She said next. Jemma was wholesomely confused at the moment, but when she saw the woman take out a hacking device, she knew something was really up. "Wait what? Are you working with us?" Jemma asked in shock. "I thought you were a man! You're supposed to be a man! I made you underwear!" Jemma said, holding up the explosive boxers she had created.

The woman didn't respond as she kept working on the reactor. That is, she didn't respond until until she finished her job, and she turned to Jemma. "Better move. Reactor core is gonna meltdown." She said.

Jemma blinked smartly. "K!" She said loudly. She immediately began conveying a message to her comrades. "Everyone, we have the reactor rigged to meltdown apparently. Our fourth comrade was rather efficient." She said. "Everyone get to the hangar bay as soon as you have your explosives planted. Make sure you are thorough!"

"Let's go then!" Jemma said to the woman. Jemma left the room at a brisk pace, making for the hangar bay. She made a quick stop by the barracks and simply tossed the underwear underneath someone's pillow. On the way to the hangar she dropped the remainder of her explosives in random discreet locations, such as more potted plants, and a few random closets. As they reached the hangar, Jemma lingered outside for a few moments, waiting for her comrades to arrive as well.

 

[Caine]

" We'll meet the others outside the hangar then it's up to you to get us a ship ready to go. With luck they'll be a few soldiers hanging around that need to be got out of the way as well and I can have some fun. " Lux said over his shoulder to Abigail as he left the storage room and sealed the door up once Abi was out as well to reduce the risk of anyone finding the bombs before they detonate.

Brushing back through the kitchen and out into the hallway again without bothering to acknowledge anyone Lux stopped for a moment to work out which direction the hangars were in when they entered the building before turning to his right and heading further into the base resting a hand across his rifle again in case he should need to use it quickly.

Approaching the doors Lux looked at the person he didn't recognize for a moment before shrugging to himself when he didn't get any sense of danger from her and tapping Jemma on the shoulder. " It's all in place, want me to go make a distraction while Abi get's a ship ready to go so she has time to work without anyone catching her? "

 

[Abigail Soler]

Once they were on foot again, she had received the transmission sent by Jemma telling them to meet her and the others at the hangar once everyone was finished planting their bombs.

Abigail nodded upon hearing Lux telling her about meeting up with the others outside the hangar. She was pretty excited, cause she'd be able to steal a ship again. She had done it before, before she was affiliated with anyone and rather enjoyed stealing ships. The reactions she received were always priceless.

When Lux stopped, she had a feeling and pointed down the hall to the right. Even if he saw where she was pointing, it didn't matter, because she remembered where she was heading, due to going through the area when she got there.

As they made their way back, Abi kept her hands on her blasters that were on her hips. She had seen a few of the officers with two of their own, so she figured why not? Plus she always carried two blasters no matter what... including a paint gun. As they made their way through, Abigail stopped for a second, taking out her paint gun with explosive paint and sprayed a Mandalorian emblem on the wall before turning and catching up with Lux.

Once they made it to Jemma,Lux asked if he should make a distraction for Abigail. She gave a smirk putting her hand on his shoulder while she spoke.

"Well, I'm pretty good on my own, but hey, if you wanna make a distraction, knock yourself out."

she said with a smile before she would start to make a move towards the ships.

 

[Kaane]

Cal just attempted to remain quiet throughout for the most part, doing her best to ignore her inane ramblings; she felt like she was dealing with someone who had gone past the point of mentally infirm a long time ago. Probably where she was headed if she kept the line of work she had up.

She couldn't even imagine herself being as enthusiastic and psychotic as her broodmates were, to be honest. She'd probably be more of the silent, despairing, anguished type. That one girl who's brooding over everything for no good reason. Oh wait, broodmates, brooding...definitely something to write down for later, would fit write in in the one poetry anthology she wanted to get finished already...

Maybe that's what she needed. Just a change of pace, for a few years. Being a writer didn't sound so bad. She'd had a lot of experience to write from, certainly. Whoever this was would be a fine character for a few scenes, but she'd probably kill her off at some point. No one this loud could remain alive for long.

Eventually however, she realized that this did feel somewhat infectious. The Trandoshan opened up slightly, feeling somewhat small in comparison to the bombastic mammal beside her.

"So are you always like this...or..." she asked, trailing off into silence as she realized she didn't quite know how to respond to all of the information she had heard/ignored in the reactor room. For once she felt dominated by sheer force of personality. It was...a strange sensation, to say the least.

Her ruminations were interrupted by the beep of her comm. She saw only a single text message on the screen. And those few words were plenty enough for her to know she was in serious trouble.

Of course, she soon found herself in the company of the other three operatives she hadn't known about...jeez, she probably could've slept the day through and still get paid. But for the moment, they'd be her lifeline.

"I realize I am not of your kind, but I've been ditched. Mind if I hitch a ride?"

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma smiled at Abi as she arrived. She was definitely coming to like this girl quite a lot, especially the way that she was the only other person who seemed to be taking this op with a grain of sugar, rather than salt. I bet this girl could dig some horrible terrible war crimes. She thought to herself. Alas, she was dedicated to the Man'dalor. She heard their new comrade's voice rather distantly asking her a question.

"So are you always like this...or..." she asked. "Well," Jemma replied. "I am always fun if that's what you mean. I assure you, I can be serious in a more conventional way than you see before you, but who is to decide that I cannot be serious and comical at the same time? I see no reason to constrain myself to any particular vein of being, particularly a boring one. So I choose to be seriously fun!"

Jemma smiled brightly at this, thinking it the most intelligent reply she had made to anyone all week. "And anyways, Darling, you may most definitely come with us!" Jemma said with fervor. Jemma then took the suggestion of a distraction to heart and walked over to a pilot prepping his departure.

"Hey you!" She shouted as she neared the man. He gave Jemma a double take, initially thinking it was just some random person not intending to call him, but realizing when he saw her walking towards him that she had indeed intended just that. "What can I do for you, Miss?" He asked politely. Jemma gave her most dazzling smile. "Well I couldn't help but notice that your ship here has been outfitted with some custom attachments. I was just wondering just how much you've upgraded this baby." Here Jemma took her hand and affectionately caressed the hull, before glancing back at him with her head cocked and looking very seductively interested. "You see, I just love guys who know their way around a ship's mechanics."

The man smiled and drew himself up, straightening and pushing his hair back with a gloved hand. "Well since you asked, I'd go so far as to say she's undoubtedly the fastest in the fleet. I outfitted this old girl with a 0.5 class hyperdrive. Now, I know what you're thinking. We don't have those yet, right? Yeah well your man here invented one. I've just been looking for the right buyer. Honestly though I'm not sure the galaxy can handle this, let alone the rest of my inventions."

The man was probably sweating under the gaze of complete and utter awe that Jemma was fabricating for him. "Wow." Jemma said with a gasp. She moved closer to him so that he could have felt her breath on his chest of he weren't wearing his flight suit. She went on her tiptoes and leaned in even closer. "So if I did this it would bother you, then?"

Jemma then took out her last grenade, primed it for ten second detonation, and tossed it into the open cockpit. She took just a moment to see his horrified expression before she headbutted him hard knocking his clock hard enough to leave him down for long enough to matter.

Jemma immediately turned and walked briskly back to her group. Due to the detonation time, she was definitely a safe distance away by the time the ship exploded. The ship wasn't nearby any others, so there was no chain reaction, but just that one exploding ought to cause enough commotion to be distracting. "All right. Distraction done! Now let's get going!" Jemma's face at this point was smiling too widely to be considered human, but was anything she did really human?

With that, Jemma moved to follow Abi.

 

[Caine]

" Ruin my fun why don't you I was thinking something that involved a few more people dying. " Lux muttered before quietly slipping away from the rest as Jemma went to create her distraction. " Might as well use the charges I brought along for something useful. " He decided and began discreetly moving from ship to ship planting the small charges around the engine housing on each of them just in time for the grenade Jemma planted to detonate.

Charges planted he looked around quickly tallying up the number of armed people in the room who could become a problem before rejoining Abi and Jemma and following them quietly whilst keeping half his attention on the minds of the republic personnel in the room looking for any that had started to pay to much attention to him or the girls whilst he fingers one of the sidearms strapped to his leg unhappily.

" Only got to kill 1 guy and I didn't even get to make it bloody this is such a boring mission should have picked something else. Well at least there's going to be a big bang and maybe I'll catch a few people in the ships if they try following us out. " He mused to himself hopefully.

 

[Abigail Soler]

Abigail looked to Jemma, seeing her smile and she returned the smile, before she then heard their new partner speaking up asking Jemma if she was always how she was at this moment. Jemma was growing on her a little and Abigail saw her to be the fun and crazy side to herself. She then watched as Jemma decided to take the job of making a distraction herself and Abigail just had to giggle to herself, watching the slightly younger girl making a big production to a man who seemed very in tune with what she was saying, believing everything she was doing. "That man will never stand a chance.." she said to herself under her breath.

The little show went on for a few seconds as Abigail could already tell where things were headed. She smiled widely when she saw Jemma putting her hand into her bag, prepping herself as she took out a detinator. As she tossed the grenade into the cockpit and then head butted him before heading back over to the group, seeing the pure fear on the man's face, Abigail let out a laugh once Jemma came back.

"Ok, I totally love you now."

Abigail said to Jemma just before the grenade detonated. After making a small amount of terror, Abigail and Jemma made their move to find a ship. Once they reached the republic hangar, Abigail looked around before finding a fancy Republic YG-300 Lightfrieghter and made her move to it.

Spoiler: The Ship

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"Hey, if we're gonna get away, why not get away in style? Am I right?"

she said with smirk on her lips. She had found one of these ships before and hacked into the ship's computer, opening the ramp and made her way on, going to the cockpit and jumping into the pilot's seat, starting the engines, then waiting for a second for approval from Jemma that everyone was on.

 

[Kaane]

"Someone's blown up the prototype...hey, you, free-"

The officer maintaining the hangar was silenced with only a single shot from Cal's blaster pistol. Almost hurt her to do that, but it never really quite got to the point of feeling anymore when she landed a kill beyond meager, innate satisfaction. Besides. It seemed like in every CO she saw the predatory gaze of her former superior. Even in this 20 something who had probably only just gotten out of ROTC, there was an irremediable hunger in his eyes.

Where most would have seen the shock and fear of sudden death, the picture her red-tinted lenses projected was already set in stone. Perhaps she had already slipped across the line of insanity without even realizing it. Had her time alone and with the Sith distorted her vision of her enemy so much that the death of the one who had started it all ballooned into hundreds, perhaps thousands?

Though she wasn't as off-kilter as this blonde who had just somehow seduced and killed the same man in less than a minute before blowing up his ship's cockpit, she somehow knew she was just the other side of the same coin.

Another subject for a poem she'd probably never finish. For the moment, reality was calling.

Cal had remained otherwise silent and quickly moving as most of the commotion went on around her, not taking any time getting to know her knew acquaintances. From her impression of them, they all seemed to enjoy the thrill of this sort of work. She gave them about ten years before they all got tired of this kriff.

Loosening her backpack and dropping it to the ground, she gave it a good lob towards the control room overlooking the hangar. Keeping her distance, she pressed a button on a detonator in her pocket, blowing the support structure and any panicked officials attempting to ascertain what was going on under their gaze sky high. They would have no trouble from that angle at least.

One of the pyromaniacs had apparently found a ship that would be of some use to them. Cal boarded without further instruction, three words being all she needed to say from this point forward: "I've got weapons."

The Trandoshan manned the ship's belly-turret with ease, activating its systems and beginning to light up the surrounding area with bursts of red laser fire. Any soldiers who were attempting to stop their escape would be smacked with heavy blasterfire, bolts scorching the once-pristine hangar as the other two members of her impromptu finished their duties.

Better off dead than a slave.

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma ran her hand along the hull of the ship as she climbed the ramp. "Your selection is definitely approved." Jemma said with a smile. The hangar was in chaos around them, and nobody was going to question this little freighter taking flight. As she climbed into the copilot seat, she checked behind her to confirm that everyone was aboard before closing the ramp. "Okay all aboard, munchkins. We are about to embark on the yellow brick road."

Jemma let the ramp rise, and seeing that they had no stowaways, gave Abi the order to take off. Lux and Cal began manning the guns, and Jemma concerned herself with the remote detonation that her finger was so itching to activate. "Get us out of here so that I can blow stuff up!" She said giddily.

 

[Abigail Soler]

Abigail turned to Jemma quickly, flashing her a smile as she then made her way quickly up the ramp to the cockpit, navigating herself through the ship. Once she got there, she jumped over the arm of the chair and immediately took hold of the controls, remembering what he trainer had said about these ships. They were fast and pretty agile. Abi looked over to Jemma for approval to make sure everyone was on board and then she started rapidly hitting different buttons, pretty much showing that she had been through this drill millions of times with freighters.

Hearing Jemma's approval to take off, insuring that everyone was on board, Abigail hit the last few buttons and got the ship into the air.

"Alright. Everyone's at their stations? Let's blow this popcicle stand.. literally."

Abigail said. She said it to mainly herself, but if anyone around her heard, she wouldn't care. Abigail giggled hearing Jemma's eagerness to blow the stuff up. She smiled and pulled the ship out of the hangar and zoomed into the air getting them high enough. Once they were out of range, Abigail looked to Jemma and gave a smile.

"Now, Jemma!"

she said as she would then watch for the explosion, moving a little slower so they'd see the explosion, but then so the stuff would still explode. Once Abigail saw the explosion, she'd punch in the coordinates into the navi computer for hyperspace and then she would hit the throttle, emerging them into hyperspace.

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma needed no further encouragement from Abi as they cleared the hangar and reached a safe distance. She slammed her thumb down on the bright red detonator, and watched for the spectacular explosion. Various parts of the building exploded in a fiery blast, with the section that held the armory being completely consumed by an orange cloud. The explosion triggered the detonation of the reactor and the entire building went up in a catastrophic explosion just a few moments later.

The ruined complex collapsed in on itself, and though she couldn't hear the terrible screams of the less-than-innocent, she could darn well imagine how horribly depressing and anguished they sounded. The entire scene put a large smile on Jemma's face, and as they cleared the atmosphere and made the jump to hyperspace, Jemma was relishing in the glory of another explosion well wrought.