. "Anyway," Tabby turned from the Operations Console, "back to the pod thing. Can't we build one? Since the one we have is kinda ... well, hollow? I could make energy weapons with this stupid amount of power, and it's not even a joke anymore. "
. Den smirked while tapping several buttons on the Tactical Console, "I sort of just did. With what we have, I think our phasers could punch through a Starbase right now!"
. Tabby smiled, "I don't doubt that now, Den, I really don't."
. But Den added, "Too bad that doesn't do anything for the torpedoes. But," he paused, thinking, then said, "You could always take this information later and make a new warhead, Tabby. Or WE could."
. "Actually," Tabby responded, "I was thinking about doing just that."
_Plan of Attack__
. The Captain glanced around the Bridge, smiling at his crew. "So," he began, "Next step, delivering our gift to the Warbird. What's the plan for that? And, Colonel, I know you probably have some Marines lined up to give their lives for the cause, but let's try to keep them alive, shall we? If we can make one of those Pod things to deliver the package, that's a better way, don't you think?"
. The Colonel nodded. "We're gonna need more than one or he's just gonna shoot it, Zak." He turned to Den. "Mr. Hawke, how many torpedoes can we fire in 3 seconds?"
. Den studied his Tactical board and then answered, "Given the accelerated energy load on the launchers, and all systems, probably twenty, but it may burn out the mechanical aspects of the launchers, Colonel."
. "Twenty?" Zak gaped. "Holy --- OK, Den, we can do maybe 10 then, so we don't fry the system and keep some in reserve. Tabby, do we have enough of your Viral Package for 10 torpedoes?"
. Tabby frowned, "Not half that many. I didn't make them like we are a manufacturing company! This stuff is DANGEROUS do you hear me? I have enough for 5 that's it and that's pushing it."