"Nova bombs! You have nova bombs onboard?!" Beka yelled.

For once in his life, Tyr was rendered speechless.

"Yes. Harper made them for me, right after we encountered the worldship. I thought it'd be a good idea to be prepared in case of more Magog attacks." Dylan said, as if his logic explained everything.

After the initial shock wore off, Tyr got his voice back. "You, you put all of our lives in danger in preparation for something that never happened?"

"I thought it was a wise idea at the time. I wasn't counting on us being boarded for them later."

Tyr took a few deep breathes, in evident anger, before replying, "I've been on a ship with hand made nova bombs. Bombs that could've gone off at any time and killed me, effectively ruining my chances of procreating."

"Well Tyr, it's not all about sex."

Trance and Rommie burst out laughing. Beka's mouth even twitched slightly at the unDylan-like comment. Tyr didn't think it was that funny.

"You can all laugh while our lone engineer is out in this frozen hunk of metal trying to save all our asses. However, I don't see anything funny about it."

This wiped the smirk off Beka's face. "We have to do something Dylan. We can't just sit around like this and wait for Harper to succeed or fail, besides, it's freezing."

"You're right," Dylan said as he made his way to the door. "Tyr and Beka, you're with me. Rommie, Rev, and Trance, I want you to get to command and see if you can do something about this little control issue we're still having."

Rommie looked slightly disappointed but agreed and left.

"Alright Tyr, Beka, shall we?" Dylan asked and motioned to the door.

"After you," Beka said as she took out her blaster and made sure it was fully powered.

All three of them walked stealthily to Machine Shop 5, weapons in hand. They were prepared for a fight, but none of them figured they'd lose.