Smitty's stared wide eyed into the innards of the ship. He swallowed. Still whispering "I see it."

There poking through a section of the ship sat the tip of what looked like a torpedo. And not just any torpedo, it appeared to be an Arakyd 3T3, a proton torpedo capable of blowing off the entire back side of the ship.

Panic started to rise. He scrambled down and away from the cheerful blinking death bomb that for some reason hadn't detonated when it hit the ship, or when it landed, or why it didn't detonate at all was beyond him. He wasn't a weapons expert. His expertise were a little more on the soft and frilly side of things. The fun side of things. The kind of things if he stayed much longer on the ship he might not get to do anymore side of things.

His feet hit the floor and he started a quick two step towards the ramp. He tried not to think about the chain reaction that would happen if it went off, the docks were surrounded with fuels, weapons, combustables... his stomache churned.