Yup, it's a bomb
Ruckus: Yup, it's a bomb. And a bit of a messy one at that. I'm going to need a few minutes.
Quip: Roger that sarge, but make it quick. I'm picking up two bogeys inbound, and I ain't talking about my nostrils.
//Quip. Comms and Recon//
Another day, another planet. After a while they all start to look the same. Get in, defuse, and get out. That's our M.O. This time it was a power plant. Some terrorists or separatists or whoever had hidden an explosive device for some reason or another. In all honesty, I didn't care, or have the time to reason why. Just get in, defuse, and get out. Hopefully in one piece, which we've been fairly good at up til now.
Ruckus: Ok, Quip I'm almost done. How are those bogeys looking?
Quip: Stick's taken one out. One holding position. Three more inbound on the scanners.
Ruckus: Ok, good work, I'm done here. Call in the clean up team and let's paint the town red.
Quip: Roger that sarge. Painter, you're up.
//'Painter' charges up the heavy laser cannon//
Painter: (growls) Targets acquired and locked...
'Rumble' Squad. Bomb disposal and demolition specialists.