NationStates Jolt Archive

A single scientist sits in his labs tapping away at his computer, running simulation after simulation. Sighing softly he looks out a small viewport into the vast empty expanses of space. Lazily floating off to the side he watches with interest as the many small construction vehicles swarm over the husk of a mammoth ship.

Frowning back at his computer he resumes running a simulation on the screen loads of technobabble and images begin to flow as one.

Test beginning. Power outputs optimised Fusion reactors at 110%.....laser charging............Failure. Laser and internal components destroyed. Cause: Over-heating. Solution....Unknown.

Snarling the scientist bangs his hand against the desk in frustration and sits back in his chair. Behind him his door opens and a General walks in. "Good evening Valdikosy, how goes your work?" The General asks with an air of informalness about him. Smileing the scientist looks up. "Sadly Saviko I'm stuck still. Every solution I try gets the same thing. The lasers lenses and other internal hardware melts due to the huge power output. I dont know how to solve it." Frowning Saviko sits down on a couch and sighs.

"The Führer isnt going to like this, we are nearing completion of the ship itself and now we have to tell him the main weapon isnt working yet?" Chuckling Valdikosy looks back out the viewport and smiles wistfuly. "The project has merit but I dont think it will work. I just cannot get the weapon to focus that much power. If only I could discuss this on an open forum with more people...I might be able to figure something out.

Mayhaps a joint research project over at Zelgado station? We could use a disguise as to finding better and more formidable armour against laser weapons. Think about it, an armour system that focuses and reflects the laser's power back at the enemy ship..... That'd be quite the weapon."

Nodding the general sits back and thinks about it. "That's a good idea, I'll send a recommendation for doing that to the Führer in next month's anual report message. Smileing Valdikosy turns back to his computer and runs the program with a different set of cooling systems, armour platings and focusing devices. The minutes pass by the weapon gets further into the charging stage but as usual the computer beeps loudly and the simulation fails. "Almost had my hopes up then." The scientist whispers as the general gets up and walks out of the room chuckling softly. If only this place was in constant contact with ground control we might be able to tell them of our other developments quickly. Carlos as much as you love secret weapons your paranoid sense of security annoys us. He thinks to himself as he watches a monkey test subject thrash in convulsions from a man made bio-weapon in a lab accross the room.

"Such beauty in the hands of scientists. I cannot wait to see these things work in the field." He whispers and returns to his quarters.

This is just something for me to play with and to give people yet more character development of Iraqstan, Carlos and the general beliefs of things in the Holy Empire. At all times nobody will know of anything that goes on in this thread. My news Thread which I'll post a link too later will have public announcements on certain aspects of this as we go along. So please respect my wish for you to just read but not act on anything read here. Thanks in advance.

Simulations show 25% increase in susceptability in victims over the age of 50 and a 5% increase in ages 0-13. Teenagers and middle aged victims have a 50% chance of survival should they be exposed to agent. Recommendation as follows. Live testing of agent on subjects aged from 16 to 35 to expand on current data. Tests on children could also be performed. 35-50 age group to be tested for heightened susceptability with an eye towards over-all death.

So far unable to cause agent to spontaniously mutate from fluid based to airborne when carrier body has been killed. Recommend further research into designing an air borne strain to counter problem. Fluid infection requires contact with at least 25ccs of infected body fluids to be fatal. Overall project effencieny 75% death rate. Project is feasable and able to be used.

General Saviko read the report with a hint of a smile playing accross his lips, opening the filmed footage of animal test subjects he watches as monkey after monkey falls victim to a disease engineered by his biological experts. One monkey he notes barely moves it's body. Large black boils coat the animal from head to foot and over the period of 3 hours the boils slowly burts pushing infectious fluids out and causing the animal to convulse and thrash about flinging blood and other fluids all over the glass cage. Finnaly it's spinal cord weakened to the point of tearing the monkey loses all motor skills and suffocates on it's own blood.

The camera switches to a scientists who looks visibly shaken and pale he clears his throat and speaks. "As you can see, the disease attacks the host body with a malice seen rarely in viral agents. Attacking any cell it finds it replicates and destroys in little under 7 hours of contact. Surprisingly the virus does not attack pain receptors or nerves leaving the victim to experiance intense pains as they convulse to death. The agent which we are calling Krytopia is proving to be a feasable and deadly invention.

Airborne strains are so far unattainable but we are extending research into acheiving this goal. Doctor Eddison Gast reporting." With the camera turning off General Saviko smiles and prepares the latest shipment of reports, test products and a prototype strain of the Kryotpian virus. Once all is prepared the shuttle launches from Ithical research station and begins the slow run towards Earth.

Two weeks later

"This is transport shuttle 12 to Iraqstan home command rnequesting clearance to pass through shipyard defensive screens. Our destination Isla Quatio facility 9." As the pilot relays the request the shuttle aproaches the orbiting shipyards slowly cautious of the defense platforms attached to it's command.

Minutes pass and finaly a voice comes over the comm. "This is Commander Sulsty of Iraqstani Shipyard command. You are cleared to land on the following vector. Welcome home pilot." A pinging sound is heard as the shuttle's computers download the appropriate vector data and the pilot swings the ship about in a skillful turn and heads down into the atmosphere.

Approaching his destination the pilot fires his manuevering jets quickly to slow down his descent and slowly comes to a stop hovering over the landing pad. Easing the ship down he unbuckles himself and heads back to the cargo hold a clipboard in hand. Outside a group of 30 technicians run out and await just outside the doors of the slowly cooling shuttle. The door opens and the pilot steps out.

"Afternoon boys you know the drill. Unload her and I'm gone." Nodding the techs proceed to empty the shuttle of it's contents whilst a pilot rushes forward saluting the other he smirks. "Good to see you again dufey up for some sim runs later on? I heard command wanted to discuss transferring you to fighter command." Laughing Dufey pats the other pilot on the back and winks.

"Lead on Scott I've got your back as usual, after this we'll hit the bar and I'll get roaringly drunk and start a fight whilst you extract me from the bloodied mess." Both pilots laugh at the routine joke and head off into the facility.

Special Projects Lab 12,
Isla Quatio research facility 9.
1530 hours

Watching the the filmed footage a scientist smiles and nods to Carlos who looks on with rapt attention. "as you can see my Führer, the subjects die painfully and gruesomly. I would be hesitant to release this disease on anyone as we would cause more damage to ourselves than it is worth." Absently rubbing his fingers along his goate Carlos nods and smiles. "But it's such a terror inspiring weapon..... Can you look at that and say you are not afraid? I want this disease to be transmitted via air rather than fluids. If it means lower it's potency more then so be it. 25% survival is high as is."

Nodding the scientist leans forward and speaks quietly. "Might I suggest my führer that we take advantage of our prison situations and run live tests on terrorists and the like? Surely we cannot be faulted for ending the lives of people already sentanced to death?" Nodding his aproval Carlos turns and opens the door. "Carry on with your wizardry Beruss I will return in a month to see how your research and developments have advanced."

Walking out the door Carlos heads to his private limo and leaves the facility. Returning to his palace some hours later in Sirithilia he runs over his orders for the following day. Round up of 100 prisoners aged between 17 and 35, round up additional prisoners from the age pools of 35-50. Have them delivered to facility 9 as soon as possible.

Nodding with satisfaction Carlos leans back in his chair and once more thinks about the images he saw and chuckles softly. "A weapon of such terror in my hands....nobody will dare attack my Holy Empire."

Sitting at his desk in Facility 9 Doctor Doman Beruss reads the latest orders delivered by hand to him. Dismantle all of project Krytopian and await exfiltration to Ithica research station. Destroy all records of live testings on patients and ensure all uncarryable strains of the disease are destroyed apropriately. Threats from the Immortal Shogunate have caused the project to be paused for now. Your works is greatly appreciated it will be revived I promise you my friend.

Sincearly
Carlos Quil'raya.

Sighing with frustration Doman Beruss stands up and begins issuing orders to his research staff. "Burn all printed documents of live testings and systematicaly destroy all hard drive copies of the same records. All non-essential strains of the agent are to be incinerated immediately. Prep for extraction to Ithica research station. We'll have more orders there." Shutting off the intercom Doman stands up and stares out over the polished and ivory coloured facility and lets out another frustrated sigh. "First this uprising, now Shogunate peoples inspecting craft and areas in Um Lizaa. I'm never going to get this project finished......" He mutters before placing his copies of reports and documents into a fire bin and burning them.

Dumping the ash minutes later into the industrial incinerator Doman heads outside to retrieve details on the next shuttle flight to Ithica station...........

Thread officialy paused until situations with the shogunate icly cool down and I can get back to being the evil scheming psycho yas all love me for :D

Leaning back in her chair Doctor Tristiana Golnahira rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Two nights now, I've been working on this virus Tobias, and still it remains unable to become airborne. The Führer is asking much of this virus already." She whispers to the scientists beside her quietly.

"That may be Tristiana, but who are we to say no to him?" Tobias counters playfully knowing full well that the scientists aboard Ithica research station, have much in the way of authority. Chuckling Tristiana calls up the latest results from the behemoth project and sighs. "It seems our friends over in lab two are having as much luck as us." She says with a soft chuckle and continues flipping through reports. "Good news, team four has successfully reproduced a treznorian grav system. They predict another twelve months before a working prototype can be fitted to a craft. A general message to all research heads new weapon systems are on their way." Sitting up she looks surprised. "It seems we are getting a new space ship to study Tobias. Paying particular attention to the jump technology and particle weapons. Seems the führer is wanting the particle weapons reporoduced and minaturised for fighter use. Also a request for treznorian tech to be transfered to ground facility seventeen for atmospheric tests."

Looking over her shoulder Tobias snorts softly. "If half the people knew what we did with the stuff the government buys, they wouldnt sell to us. What it's like one in every three vehicles bought is dismantled for research reasons?" He asks getting a nod in reply. "What problems are the behemoth guys having?" He continues pulling up the report on his own terminal and reading it. Simulations still, show a continued overheating and melting of targetting and focusing lenses. Recommendations to convert forward super cannon into hanger bay and replacing basic defense lasers with heavy capital ship systems. Convert the weapon into a carrier and battleship. Reading the report he snorts and shakes his head. "Carlos wont go for that, he wants this to be the weapon that spells ultimate doom for those that cross us. Maybe they'll have better luck with a huge particle cannon and not a standard laser." He offers and logs the suggestion to a message and sends it to the research division.

Standing up he turns to the full length window in his area and watches as the mighty ship floats past, it's systems on standby it's running lights shining arrogently into space. "Such a beautiful thing. A shame we cant get it to work." He whispers as the mighty vessel slips out of sight.

<OOC> Yup, restarting this thread ^_^ some nice ideas in mind for stuff to put in here. Enjoy!</OOC>

Inside Superweapon codenamed Behemoth

"Computers and reactors coming on line, energy rating at 5 percent, ten percent, power limit reached. Targetting systems showing green light. Preparing firing sequence." A technician droned out, from the bridge of the mighty vessel fittingly named Behemoth. The huge vessel stretching out against the blackness of space, seems to visibly throbb with power as huge systems inside it begin flowing with power. Towards the front of the ship, a huge block of shielding slides down to reveal the mouth of a massive gun.

"Target locked in, firing sequence initiated. Fire in five....four....three." As suddenly as the air shifts in the vessel a system in the massive reactor room of the ship explodes, tearing a hole in the ship's side and venting the rooms atmosphere and people into space, the bodies freezing instantly contorted with pain and fear the bodies slowly float away, a silent testimate to the dangers of space research.

Inside the ship, the systems begin to fail, reactors begin approaching meltdown as more technicians scramble to initiate fail safes. At the 'barrel' of the giant vessel gas and debris begin to vent as the targgeting lenses and plasma begin to flow into space. "Abort abort!" Cries the system technician as switches are flipped and commands executed on the bridge of the ship.

"Warning, core tempretures approaching critical, hull breaches in sectors, four, twelve, twenty two and eighteen." repeats the mechanical voice of an automated warning system. In the bridge technicians panic and begin scrambling for escape pods as space tugs and ship refuelers scramble from the mighty vessel threatening to explode.

In the reactor room, the huge chain of cold fusion reactors begin to visibly shudder as failsafes kick in and core tempretures slowly begin to cool down. Back up reactors switch off and the ship's power dies, plummeting the mighty vessel into darkness.................

Some hours later

Sitting at his desk, cheif technician Alton Kilutra writes up a report to command about the near loss of the Behemoth supergun.

In regards to the near meltdown of reactor chain two in the Behemoth we have discovered that a fluid line exploded, causing a breach of the hull which vented atmosphere and twelve technicians into the void before the breach could seal shut. Resulting in a critical loss of power and weapon integrity the entire vessel neared meltdown as secondry systems strained to bring the targetting systems off line. Weapon failed to fire, due to targetting lenses and focusing arrays melting and being vented into space.

Repairs have begun, with an estimate of four months until repairs are complete. Attached are the names of the technicians dead due to this accident.

Sincearly,

cheif Technician Alton Kilutra.

Proof reading his message Alton sighs and sends the report to Iraqstan, watching the new computers encrypt and deliver the message almost instantly thanks to technology from the Dominion. Smiling amusedly Alton shakes his head. "Atleast the computer systems work." He mutters and returns to examining the detailed reports of the broken systems on the Behemoth.......