Kaukolastan
27-01-2004, 05:20
"Testing..." Redfa stated, activating the pulsar satellite.
General Cross leaned back, his cigar chomped firmly. "This had better work."
Two days ago, a Helios Rocket had carried the Pulsar Sat into the atmosphere, and after two days of systems checks, the system was ready for testing. Cross watched the viewscreen, broadcasting images from the nearby ObSat. The Pulsar floated there, a boxy satellite with solar panels like golden wings in the sunlight, the array of tubes emitting like spines from the bottom.
Cross turned to one of the State Department Reps. "Everyone is clear of the area up there, correct? They know what's going on?"
"Of course. We went through all of the channels."
This was confirmed by DASC. "Orbital command reports all clear. Just our ObSats, and the Pulsar stovepipe. Sir, Directorate Command wishes us luck."
"Okay, launch one." Cross ordered. Orders were relayed, bounced through channels, before coming to the Ohio Class SSBN Iron Wolf.
The Captain of the SSBN lowered his orders. "Okay, launch is go. Firing sequence Alpha-Omicron-Delta-Three-Niner." he flipped the transmit. "Relay that, Command."
"This is Command. Orders confirmed, Theta-Xray-Mike-Four-Fiver."
The Captain nodded. "Roger that, Command." he hung up the red phone, closed his launch book. "Fire."
The SSBN, holding steady, moved with precise action, one of the topside hatches blasting open, an unloaded Trident Missile tearing forth. The Trident shredded the small covering of water away, bubbles and steam blasting forth, and a fountain of seething sea water billowing up behind it as it screamed skyward.
The SSBN was already moving, clearing the area before the Pulsar acted.
In the Command Center, Cross nodded to Major Ingram. Ingram glanced back, "Sir, Pulsar is tracking boost phase Trident, and is aligned. Fire order?"
"Fire at will, Major." Cross stated.
Ingram nodded, and commands flew past on the main screen, data and graphics. A trace of the Trident's path was hypothosized, layed out, and missile data streamed near it, while a wire frame of the Pulsar turned green in rapid order.
"Fire!" Ingram stated, and the Pulsar activated.
Inside the Pulsar Satellite, a high powered laser was triggered, and it flowed through the glass tube. However, this was distorted by the atmosphere, rendered ineffective against the missile. What followed was, however, highly effective. A Pure Fusion warhead inside the satellite triggered, blasting with full force. For the smallest of instances, the X-ray output was focused down that tube, the stovepipe, boosting the laser to incredible powers. The beam stabbed down, into the swirling atmosphere. Then the blast consumed the satellite and the space around it, vaporizing the ObSats in a flash of white on the main screen.
The view shifted to the missile. With a hazy flash from heaven, the Trident vanished into a brilliant fireball, even as the flash flickered across the heavens. The ashes of the Trident blew in the wind, and the fire swallowed itself as fog formed in the air. Clouds swirled overhead, disturbed by the high energy exchange.
In the Command Center, Cross nodded. "Good work people. Now, to get these things produced?"
"About three years, sir."
"Get to work."
Cross lit his cigar and grinned. I love this job.
General Cross leaned back, his cigar chomped firmly. "This had better work."
Two days ago, a Helios Rocket had carried the Pulsar Sat into the atmosphere, and after two days of systems checks, the system was ready for testing. Cross watched the viewscreen, broadcasting images from the nearby ObSat. The Pulsar floated there, a boxy satellite with solar panels like golden wings in the sunlight, the array of tubes emitting like spines from the bottom.
Cross turned to one of the State Department Reps. "Everyone is clear of the area up there, correct? They know what's going on?"
"Of course. We went through all of the channels."
This was confirmed by DASC. "Orbital command reports all clear. Just our ObSats, and the Pulsar stovepipe. Sir, Directorate Command wishes us luck."
"Okay, launch one." Cross ordered. Orders were relayed, bounced through channels, before coming to the Ohio Class SSBN Iron Wolf.
The Captain of the SSBN lowered his orders. "Okay, launch is go. Firing sequence Alpha-Omicron-Delta-Three-Niner." he flipped the transmit. "Relay that, Command."
"This is Command. Orders confirmed, Theta-Xray-Mike-Four-Fiver."
The Captain nodded. "Roger that, Command." he hung up the red phone, closed his launch book. "Fire."
The SSBN, holding steady, moved with precise action, one of the topside hatches blasting open, an unloaded Trident Missile tearing forth. The Trident shredded the small covering of water away, bubbles and steam blasting forth, and a fountain of seething sea water billowing up behind it as it screamed skyward.
The SSBN was already moving, clearing the area before the Pulsar acted.
In the Command Center, Cross nodded to Major Ingram. Ingram glanced back, "Sir, Pulsar is tracking boost phase Trident, and is aligned. Fire order?"
"Fire at will, Major." Cross stated.
Ingram nodded, and commands flew past on the main screen, data and graphics. A trace of the Trident's path was hypothosized, layed out, and missile data streamed near it, while a wire frame of the Pulsar turned green in rapid order.
"Fire!" Ingram stated, and the Pulsar activated.
Inside the Pulsar Satellite, a high powered laser was triggered, and it flowed through the glass tube. However, this was distorted by the atmosphere, rendered ineffective against the missile. What followed was, however, highly effective. A Pure Fusion warhead inside the satellite triggered, blasting with full force. For the smallest of instances, the X-ray output was focused down that tube, the stovepipe, boosting the laser to incredible powers. The beam stabbed down, into the swirling atmosphere. Then the blast consumed the satellite and the space around it, vaporizing the ObSats in a flash of white on the main screen.
The view shifted to the missile. With a hazy flash from heaven, the Trident vanished into a brilliant fireball, even as the flash flickered across the heavens. The ashes of the Trident blew in the wind, and the fire swallowed itself as fog formed in the air. Clouds swirled overhead, disturbed by the high energy exchange.
In the Command Center, Cross nodded. "Good work people. Now, to get these things produced?"
"About three years, sir."
"Get to work."
Cross lit his cigar and grinned. I love this job.