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(Newspaper Article)

Lossë-elen Shipbuilding Division secures lucrative foreign contract

Today at 2:30 PM Duat time, Lossë-elen corporation secured a lucrative contract to supply all vessels for the The United Imperial Spacial Armada of The Island of Rose. The contract is to supply capital vessels, support ships and fighters to The Island of Rose for six small faster-than-light fleets, each representing one overseas province of the nation, as well as a main fleet for the nation’s centralised use.

The negotiations, overseen by Dúlinn Silmë Caunrochon, a Senior Sales Manager of the Lossë-elen corporation lasted several days, and the company ship design bureau has already published an initial hull form.

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The Island of Rose Cruiser hull design showing observation deck

Dúlinn Caunrochon issued the following comments on the negotiations: “I found the negotiations most satisfying. The clients had a firm idea of what they wanted, and we are quite able to fulfil the specifications of the project, with some subcontracting to some associates in the Fëanor Holdings Group. It seems likely that additional services such as the training of crews and fighter design will be handled by Menelmacari subcontractors, but most of the starship creation should take place in the Mictlan system, with facility construction making more jobs for Sentinel Two.

“I am planning to take up temporary residence in The Island of Rose, along with a portion of the design team, to better liase with the local military in ship design.”

Major Shareholder Lady Luinthelë nos Ancalimë also commented, “I find it interesting that the Island is another nation with the same style of observation decks on their vessels – I’ll have to see about the specifications of the vessel interiors. We find it likely that we’ll be occupied on this contract for some time, but of course, always invite other foreign clients…”

For an analysis of the economic implications of this contract, switch to page four of the business section…

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... meanwhile debate rages in the United Imperial Assembly about merging the Department of Spacial Affairs and Department of Spacial Defense into a Chancellory, a name has yet to be decided. So far the United Imperial Assembly is split, with the Progressives, Nationalists, and Socialists on one side and the Liberal Imperialists, Proletarians, and Libertarians on the other. The pro-Chancellory side (Liberal Imperialists, Proletarians, and Libertarians) state that if the United Imperial Spacial Armada gets too large, it will need an entire Chancellory. Also, spacial affairs are more complicated then Earthly affairs, so they state.

The anti-Chancellory side states that there are no Chancellories for the Armada, Air Corps, or Legions, so why does one Chancellory need to be dedicated to space? So they claim. Meanwhile Rose Imperial Arms Corporation and the Government is working closely with the Lossë-Elen Corporation to build the new ships.

Also in related news, the Chancellor of Finance, Nicholas Haven, has recently died of a recent heart attack. Experts state it is because of his unhealty habits of not exercising and eating too much. But one pundit states it's "when he saw the price of this contract, he died" of course the death is anybody's guess.

Meanwhile, the Rosian Shipyards are at work on building new ships for the United Imperial Armada...

OOC: First off, apologies about the lateness of this folks. I've been distracted with exams and things most of time. However, soon the images shall be done! In the mean time, one of the few public IC references that someone not in TioR or my own Mil-Ind complex could get hold of. Those missiles ought to scare most people by the way. They'd be multigigaton even with 1950s technology warheads... :

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Luinthelë nos Ancalimë, the owner, after a fashion, of the Lossë-elen company, was walking through the almost completed battleship’s interior. She, like most of her race, was quite beautiful. Her greenish-blue eyes took in the mostly complete nature of the decking of the ship as she wandered its corridors with an escort of over-eager flunkies.

She ran her hand over a pristine control panel that operated a large pressure door, and examined the bulkhead itself. The door was made of a thick slab of steel alloy, interwoven with super-conductive metal heat sinks. Quite impressive, really, she felt. Above that there was a panel marked with yellow and black stripes around its edges. This, according to the label, contained the manual door mechanisms, which were of course, to be found on both sides of the door.

She ran her gaze down to the decking, a carefully designed mesh of metal that allowed one to see what was beneath, in this case, wide trunk data cables and a pipe that, from its blue markings, presumably carried pure water. Several such pipes joined nearby, and the clanking scrimmage of a slightly defective, or more likely, not yet completed, water purification cylinder could be heard from behind the wall. Luinthelë sighed a little as they passed it, “I hope you’re not going to leave it that noisy on the finished version…”

“No Ma’am,” replied one of the flunkies responsible for the ship’s construction. Luinthelë passed by an even thicker bulkhead, this one thick enough for her to lie down, foot to head, inside the gap of, no mean feat, considering that she was six foot six inches in height.

The room beyond was half done. Overlooking the ship’s power core, almost but not quite dead in its centre, the room was half filled with control panels and computers. One side of the room was a thick glass view-port that looked down into a large chamber containing a deceptively small necron power node. Luinthelë looked down into the chamber and asked what the point of such a large space was.

“Well Ma’am, the idea behind the ship is that it can be operated by the modal technological development level¹ so in theory, this can all be replaced with a massive fission pile.”

“Massive?”

“We never said it would be cheap to operate like that Milady.”

Luinthelë laughed, indeed, keeping such a monster fuelled with fissionable material would be taxing, though it would obviously have reprocessing plants that would make it much less expensive than it otherwise would be. “Okay, let’s see a black-knight,” she said, turning to leave the chamber.

“Milady, there’s not much to see, they’re basically black boxes.”

Luinthelë frowned, “Very well, bridge?” They nodded, and Luinthelë kept an eye on a large trunk cable of fiber optics that led from the power core to their destination.

The actual ‘bridge’ or as it was more accurately known, the command and control area, was a small but brightly lit room with space for about ten people in various roles. Patterned off the Lossë-elen Heavy Load super-lifter, one of which was moored alongside, the bridge was essentially based around both a three and two-dimensional display. Behind this was a large two-person control panel, one side of which controlled the helm, and the other controlling propulsion.

Other panels controlled ‘systems’ including the reactor output, as well as the titanic weapons, which could be, even using simple fission warheads, devastating multi-gigaton weapons of mass destruction. Another position communicated with the control room of the landing and hangar bays, and yet another oversaw both the beam weapons targeting room and the automated close-in weapons system rail-guns.

Luinthelë slunk down into the wide, padded command chair and smiled. She had to admit, she did like this ship, it was… functional.