Deep Omicrons... Place that pieces of Toledo planet still floats around. Place with so many souls captured in one single anti-mater flash, still wandering if they are dead or just dreaming. Place that always need more deaths and more souls to capture. Place of intense beauty and evil.

A place where old order of Core knights is making it's living, making it's lucrative plans again and again. A place where souls of their ancestors are waiting for them too. A fine place to build weapon research center. A place where Black Bomb was born. And a place of many meetings. Some pleasant and some not. This one? Rather not...

There's always something new in Omicrons. Silent battles in remote vacuum wastelands, mighty ghost fleets appearing on scanners from nowhere, endless graveyards where bones of numerous heroes were placed to wait for a judgement day... The day that will never come.

And small things. Like small journey of Capricorn. A journey to collect some exotic things for the exotic bomb. A bomb that explodes inside and sucks energy instead of delivering it. A small journey that starts from small asteroid in remote orbit of planet Tuvalu. It's a secret Core base there, a base far from anything alive, always hidden from eyes of Yaren due to lucky rotation timing. A place so nice to build a base, build a bomb and dismantle a base when all is over. A place so nice for this journey to begin.

It's hard to get uranium in the space where all uranium got already excavated. Hard, but not impossible. There's a plant in deep Sigmas, an old Artificial Intelligence's project with genetically improved alien organisms. After thousands of years it still works wonders. That organisms can grow on anything and produce small amount of uranium. But problem is it takes lot of time. So, their soil mustn't change or oxidate. It's mandatory. That's why they must be grown on pure platinum. A ton of platinum for a gram of uranium is a fair price. And some credits for expenses. Not a lot, it's only a gram. Robots are timeless anyway. They need oil, time to time.

Next station: New Berlin. There's a moon orbiting that planet, placed so bad, right on a way from Sigma-13 Jump Hole to the planet. There is no another moon like that, all covered with rusted tradeship-wrecks, goods from all the places decomposing in toxic lakes. Many sleepy captains ended there in unmarked graves on bottoms of ever bubbling lakes. And if someone needs a piece of quantum matter old like Big Bang it's self, that would be the best place to find it. It takes 6 weeks to extract a gram of that from toxic lakes. But it's there now. It will spin forces of the bomb to implode in the right direction.

A short journey to Manchester, to collect few models of triggers. There's a depot at Sheffield Station for all that stuff hunters are bringing in with escape pods of their victims. A place for all that terrorist and other forbidden equipment. One of triggers should fit on the bomb, there's many of that now.

And finally planet Harris. There's a secret wildlife smugglers base, shifting in time back and forward. Place an order and you will find it in time that suites you. No order - no base. Simple as that. And small Shift-Time-Back generator is main part of the bomb. How would it implode otherwise. Nothing's so relative like time and explosion's directions...

And bomb... Finally. Hard to invent, easy to make. Little bit of this, little bit of that. It's armed and ready. A Nomad wanted. A small one, preferably...