Playing Alpha-Omega

Be me, a combat bioroid whose experience with explosives consists chiefly of throwing them at people.

Best qualified to deal with a bomb threat on board an airship during a transcontinental flight.

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The bombs, plural, are rigged all throughout critical areas of the ship, networked together wirelessly to blow the whole ship to hell if one is tampered with.

Entire crew apparently busy jacking each other off while their very expensive ship turned into an oversized firework.

Go ahead and roll the dice to try and disconnect a bomb from the network.

GM: "The wireless antenna snaps off, and a countdown initiates."

What I would later learn the GM intended to communicate: "The antenna has disconnected from the bomb, but was never permanently attached; it's just plugged into a port, and can be reconnected."

What I thought the GM meant: "You broke the bomb, dumb fuck."

The GM's face when I rip the bomb off the bulkhead and throw it out a hatch, saving my own ass at the cost of an unknown number of civilian lives lost in the immediate blasts and ensuing crash: wat.jpg