UTS Rose Dawn
Aft Engine Maintenance
Jun. X, 2565 A.C.E.
Cobb finished fastening down the explosive mix and affixing the mixing chamber. The remote detonator was set. He gave it one last careful check—it wouldn’t do to spoil his surprise for the others—and grinned. He was going to enjoy this. This one device, this one act, would finally put to rest all the shattered dreams, the broken lives, the reek of failure of this whole enterprise. How he longed for that release. He was severely tempted for just a moment to detonate it right then and there. No, he thought. He couldn’t do that. Can’t deny the others the knowledge that they’ve failed, that whatever insanity led them to destroy this mission was for nothing. They destroyed everything for everyone else; now it’s their turn. They will know that before they die.
He carefully stepped out of the conduit hatch and closed it securely behind him. Time to go start the show, he thought, eerie grin still plastered on his face.