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St. George the Dragon Slayer operational

Dodekistan
31-07-2004, 01:22
Secret ICC:

In a classified partnership with Photodyne Corporation, one of the largest and most advanced electronics companies in Dodekistan, the Dodekistan Research Institute is making the final preparations for the test of its new air defense system, nicknamed George, after St. George the Dragon Slayer.




"Final Grid authentication transmissions on my mark. Three, two, one, mark." The computer screen in front of Lt. Max Hunter flashed from a satellite-radar screen image to waves of hexidecimal numbers, and back to the radar image. "Grid communicating back at 500 MB per second. We're online, sir."

"Very well," General Jeffery Folston said, taking a puff at his cigar. "Call the Vangard. Let’s see what George can do." The lieutenant picked up a red phone which sat next to him and dialed.

"DNS Vangard, this is George command center. Proceed with fire order alpha gamma gamma bravo echo."

"Roger that George Command, weapons away."

500 miles from the command bunker, the outer hatches on the arsenal ship DNS Vanguard shot open, and 27 missiles, 17 standard stealth cruise missiles, 6 hyper-velocity cruise missiles, and 4 intermediate range ballistic missiles (powered during boost phase by hypervelocity scramjet engines) emerged simultaneously from them. The Vanguard was engulfed in smoke from the firing of the solid rocket boosters, and under that veil of smoke, it slipped stealthily into the night.

Instantly the radar screen in front of Lt. Hunter flashed red .

"We have inbound, 27 contacts. 4 taking ballistic trajectories, rest cruising at 75 feet above the deck. All different headings. Request authorization to initiate George."

"Request granted." The general took another puff of his cigar. "Now the test." Lt. Hunter flipped open a red plastic cover on his control panel, revealing a 3 position switch. The positions read, "Manual, Automatic, Urgent Automatic." He flipped the switch from manual to "Urgent Automatic." The lights in the control room switched from flashing yellow to blue.

Targeting data that had already been streaming from the control center to the central Grid queuing computer was now being forwarded to the relevant branches of the Grid system, specifically to the air defense network. As usual, pilots in this network were scrambled, and their planes put on the runways for immediate launch if given the command. Manned air defense batteries were also put on red alert. This time, however, a new component came online.

Atop the mountains that lined Dodekistan's shore and dotted its interior, a small dome surrounded by an anti-tank and sarin nerve gas / sulfuric acid minefield and approximately 15 feet in diameter, came to life. A section of the dome opened, revealing a set of mirrors, the first 8 inches across and 3 inches thick, the second, 28 inches across, and 10 inches thick. This mirror is held in place by a steel arm, which is floating at its base in an extremely powerful magnetic field. 30 feet below the mirror lay a 25 kJ (kilo joule) infrared laser (similar to the present day National Ignition Facility laser and the lasers used in Pure Fusion nuclear weapons) powers a pebble bed nuclear reactor 100 feet beneath the mirrors.

Relatively low powered laser light from the idling of the diodes illuminates the sky from 10 other sites just like this one. Each site, guided by Grid targeting signals fed by satellite radar, instantly homes in on the missiles. A radio telescope, mounted directly atop the mirror, focuses on the target, listening for the radio waves given of by the atoms in the body of the missile as they are excited by the laser light. The instant the telescope confirms that the laser is indeed on target, a pulse of 25 kJ is fired from the laser into the mirrors, and focused on the missile, which is instantly vaporized.

In less than 5 seconds, the 27 red triangles moving at different speeds, headings and altitudes disappeared from the radar screen in the George Command Center. The lights went from blue to green, and the hatches on the domes closed, and all is as silent as 10 minutes before.

General Folston takes long drag on his cigar. He exhales a smoke ring. "So it works, then?"

"That's affirmative, sir."

"Very good. So what do you think we should tell the press?"

Lt. Hunter turned around in his swivel chair. "Swamp gas, sir. Definitely swamp gas."



Technical Specifications (also secret ICC):

10 sites scattered throughout Dodekistan.

Each surrounded by motion sensors, concertina wire fences, anti-tank and sarin / sulfuric acid minefields.

25 kJ (32 kJ max) solid state infrared laser.

Power provided by pebble bed nuclear reactor beneath facility.

Three mirror system. One directs beam through secondary mirror to primary mirror, primary reflects onto secondary mirror. Adjusting the distance between the primary and secondary is the means of focusing the beam on the target.

Floating mirror assembly allows for rapid target acquisition and disposal.

Radio telescope gain can be adjusted to infinity. Optimum range for reception between 300 and 100 miles. Detects radiation from excited atoms in material exposed to laser light. Slaved to mirror assembly.

Dome is constructed of steel reinforced concrete 2 feet thick.

Each site can fire at 30 targets per minute for 1 hour, followed by a minimum cool down time of 20 minutes. Cool down time listed is only for the maximum target density.

Site is unmanned, and only accessible to service technicians after being cleared by Grid Authentication. Any unauthorized entry into the site will prompt the Grid to automatically contact special forces teams to secure the facility.

OOC:

For those of you who don’t remember (probably most of you, it was a long, long time ago), The Grid is an artificially intelligent network of computers designed to link the intelligence, police and military services and to allow them to share information seamlessly. It also has a threat queuing capability which will automatically queue targeting data to any unit in the system, optimizing the battlefield for the most effective attack or defense and for the fewest number of friendly casualties. Targeting data is fed into the grid from the radars of combat and reconnaissance aircraft, imaging and radar satellites, and from soldiers on the ground. For offensive operations, mobile transmitting stations feed information directly into the main Grid station in Dodekistan. All of this capability exists in real time, for completely fluid control of the battlefield.
Kaukolastan
31-07-2004, 04:24
Argus Station
MONOLITH

"Sir!" The ISA Analyst looked up from his station. "DarkStar reports have been correlated... we're looking at a high energy discharge... preliminary indicates laser, not particle based. Unknown laser base method, but the site was a Dodekistani Grid facility." he turned back to the Analytical Supervisor.

The Supervisor nodded and turned to the open video conference link. "Sub-Director, this is concurrent with the reports given earlier. Dodekistan has indeed fielded a working energy anti-missile and aircraft system."

"Very good work, Supervisor. We'll be sending our congradulations." Phaellan closed the channel.

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The next day, a package arrived at the Dodekistani embassy. It was a fruit basket with a pack of fireworks and flags, with the greating card:

Congradulations on your Swamp Gas.
-The Kaukolastani Shipping Agency
Transnapastain
31-07-2004, 04:33
OIS SatRec Monitoring station
Valhalla Command Center

"Major" said the young officer

"Yes?” Major Owen, officer on duty

"We detected missiles launches, ballistic and conventional, from within Dodekistan borders, then, in the following minutes, a massive energy discharge, the missiles dropped off radar after that, we summarize that Dodekistan has developed some sort of energy based Anti-missile system."

"Very well." replied Major Owen "Log that with he brief for the General tomorrow, and, good work."
Jangle Jangle Ridge
31-07-2004, 04:41
Tarenteor, demonic leader of JJR, hums to himself, randomly watching sattelit feeds and readoffs. Taren blinks, whistles, and starts writing a congratulatory letter, crooks his finger, and tells his secretary to send it with something expensive.
Truitt
31-07-2004, 04:53
"Wow, now that is something," Presidente Angelo says watching the Satellite read-outs from teh new AUSTIN Satellite launched two months ago. "I guess someone else has designned something like StoneHenge,"

Two days later a box is found at a Federal Post Office, and it is addressed to the nation in general. It is filled with a congratulations note, and a box of a dozen Angelo and Associates Fine Cigars.

OOC:
StoneHenge, after playing Ace Combat 4, is my idea of a good anti-missle system that has the range and power to also take out aircraft, and far away land targets, with the range of a little over 1,000nm form Truitti Coastal Borders. It however, has just began construction, and the platform is not even created under the ground for the powerplant. Also, it is Scramjet-Round armmed, which gives its range. As for lasers, Truitt simpley does nto have the technology.

Oncer agian, congrats on your accomplishment.
Kaukolastan
31-07-2004, 15:16
God Damn It!
Dodekistan
31-07-2004, 15:24
OOC:
StoneHenge, after playing Ace Combat 4, is my idea of a good anti-missle system that has the range and power to also take out aircraft, and far away land targets, with the range of a little over 1,000nm form Truitti Coastal Borders. It however, has just began construction, and the platform is not even created under the ground for the powerplant. Also, it is Scramjet-Round armmed, which gives its range. As for lasers, Truitt simpley does nto have the technology.

Oncer again, congrats on your accomplishment.


OOC:

We already have a Stonehenge-like facility in the Directorate (kudos to K-Stan), and I wanted to come up with something somewhat original.

IIC:

Knocking on his office door startled General Folston, who was playing Pong on his computer.

"Ahh, damn. Come on in," he said.

"Sorry sir, but you have some mail. Packages actually."

"Packages ehh? I didn't order anything. Who from?"

"Kaukolistan. There's a card too."

"K-stan ehh?"

"And Truitt and Jangle Jangle Ridge."

"Send them our thanks."
Fuhrer landw
31-07-2004, 15:27
The Fuhrer sat in his office , viewing the monitor overhead. Finally the news broadcast ended. Contemplating what to do next , he touched the red button on his desk.
In moments , Colonel Schnell appeared.The officer snapped off a crisp a salute."How may I be of service , sir?"
"Tell the defense minister to step up the progress of our secret weapons program. I'll see that he receives additonal funding".
"Jawohl" Again saluting, the Colonel made haste to the nearest phone.
"So, Dodekistan wants to play for keeps" He wrote a quick memo , and poured himself a stiff drink to clear his head.