Truitt
15-02-2005, 02:55
OOC Thread - Post Your Comments Here and Here Only! (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8200371#post8200371)
Unknown Location in Tango Line Pysier; Federal Future Strategic Weapons Research Facility
02.19.2006
A scientist in a white lab coat took a beaker filled with a purple liquid and poored 50ml into one of the five test tubes. Each test tube had a different shade of purple and the very last one being a pinkish color.
"Now, mix them all." Said the scientist to one of his co-workers. The other man in the same lab coat walked up and slowly poored each test tube's contents into a single Erlin Myer glass. 250ml in all, the black substance had a yellow smoke.
"Turn off the lights." Commanded the scientist agian. One of the five standing aside pushed in the button, the Emergency Power Cut-off. The whole lab went pitch black having no windows. Only one single thing was seen. On the table was a substance glowing cyan. It was the shape of a triangle that was cut off, the Erlin Myer Flask's substance was glowing.
"Gentlemen, I belive we have found the secret to Tesla's old Scalar Theory, well Theorm now." Said the lead scientist in the dark as a golf clap came from every angle of the black room.
Two years have past since that technilogical advancement. Unfortunatly, the information on the compounds and substances used were lost when a 9,000lb bomb was dropped on the facility when it was taken over by Linen rebel forces.
The rebel forces did not stay long as Federalis soon came and drove them back to their capital island where their doom is known by the mass genocide of every person on that island: No one was given mercy. One of those on that very island was the lead scientist, the only one who lived out of the bomb attack on the facility just a month after his discovery.
The secret was kept until a Marvy Force Scouter went to the island as a possable future military base for the Marvy Force branch. He found there a hidden underground room that was made to withstand a nuclear attack but was still damaged, severly. Inside was every possable formula and combonation the team made mistakenly and the real Free Energy's, or Scalar Energy's, formula was found; step by step.
The research team sent to the former facility was taken back to the homeland when a Sparty Island Chain war errupted that involved every single engineer and able-bodied person. Two years from today, the facility was reinvestigated and Truitt, needing a new technology as an alternative to orbital lasers and tungsten rods that had cost so much.
The top secret project was contracted with a former regional nation to make The Raptior Project the Praeton-Raptior Project. Its goal was unknown. Few were familar with Tesla's designs, theories, and theorms and not even the Presidente of Truitt himself knew the full power of such a discovery. He knew it would start a new arms race, but did not know of what frequency.
The Red City-Raptior Project was said to be a ground-based laser weapon system made to defend island nations, as Truitt and the secound contractor was, but that was a lie, even if many that knew the truth wanted it to be.
The Subliminal Generater. A weapon new and very modern tech (KGB ex-Operatives have admitted to working on the project in Siberia after "odd and unknown" weather changes happened in the region). Extremely powerful, untracable, and devistating. If it got in the hands of the wrong person it could destroy the human race. If it got in the hands of anyone else next to the two contractors, than the world would end. If it was even admitted to exist or be thought of, the world would be useless and a grave for trillions. If more than the twelve outside officals knew it existed, the world would change forever.
A Former Linen Island, 2009
A man, in his late 30's, walks off of a civilian airliner onto the extremely small, 3km x 2.5km island that was now an argecultural center for Stevenson, after finishing the contracts for the new ground weaponry was now directing their attention to aiding the near-dead sugar cane industry.
The entire island looks like a massive plantation. It is one of the many islands dedicated to argecultural means off the coast of Tango Line, no longer a state in its self since Dugahh annexed the entirety of it with Bega annexing the northern islands.
The long-since forgotten Red City-Raptior Project was not even in the back of the heads of the most soon-be world leaders. Truitt, wrapped up in communist oppression had to cancel the project's research phase. Witzgall, in their own imperial crisises, had to cut their funding.
The project was thought to be dead, but the newly monopolized company that was still bringing in profits from overseas sales had been working on the project with an other Witzgallian company in hopes to win the Truitti S-Prize. Neither nations knew of the companies' actions until they contacted the Osean Presidente himself, first for the prize, and secoundly, to re-establish the age-wanting for the Witzgallian and Truitti governments to ally once again.
The machine was complete. Measuring 34 stories high, as wide as 3 kilometers, and having numerous powerplants, the dubbed Subliminal Generater did what its name projected, created a new subliminal weapon.
The machine can strike anywhere on the planet, and even to the outter orbit of Earth. It can change weather patterns, bring drought to a argecultural nation, tornado down an industrial complex, or even use a hurricane to destroy coastal, and even if powerful enough, inland defences and incampments.
Its abilities are unmatched, but could corruption come to this machine and end life?
Raptior, Truitt
Five men, three from Stevenson and two from a Witzgallian company walked through the doors of Presence Tower, a massive fortress where all government activities accure. They were dressed in black and had reservations to meet the Presidente and his Council for something that was "With great urgence of our national security."
They walked briskly into the room, the Domestic Affairs Office, where the Presidente, all military leads, and his Councilari, or Vice Presidente, was awaiting and it seemed they were gld they came five minutes early.
"Welcome Ralf. How are the kids?" asked the Presidente getting up to shake the hands of the lead Stevenson spokesperson. "They are fine. Angee, as you may know, is now a full-time mother, leaving me to work on bringing home the bacon on my lonesome." He responded smilling, as did the Presidente. An inside joke was the idea of the most there.
"So, what exactly is so urgent?" He asked as they sat down from shaking hands. "Well, about three years ago there was a project revived called the Red City-Raptior Project," He began and right away he saw the national leads' eyes widen. "What if I was to tell you that Stevenson and Associates, with Muttia Incorporated, somehow revived this project and created a small test platform that is ready to be demonstraited right now?"
The Presidente tapped the table and horrified said "Show me." The respresentative looked over at one of the Witzgallian men and he grabbed his necklace for a few secounds and a small beep was heard.
"Now, what shall we do for thirty minutes? It takes that long to generate the power and coordinates." One of the other Stevenson representatives said. "Exactly where are you targetting the device if such a thing exists?" Asked a man in the a white shirt and navy blue pants, the Airforce Lead Admirelo.
Smiling, Ralf replied "Right here, over Raptior." Alarmed the Councilari, James Conners, stood up and exclaimed "What do you mean here? Have you even used it before? What if you place a large hurricane to come this way? Do you relize the massive damage?" Before he could continue the same Witzgallian who pressed the necklace said "Do not worry. We have used it before, durring the most resent Sparty Island Chain War. That massive fog that grounded their entire capital so they could not release fighters or bombers."
All of the military commanders turnned and looked at the Praetonian. The conversation now errupted into "Never use such a weapon on our soil." and "That fog was predicted a week before it happened." Most of the best replies came from the in-denile Presidente, "Such a weapon could never exist, which is why we cancelled the entire project."
Before anyone knew it, thirty minutes had passed but nothing had changed. "Nothing is different." Said Councilari James Conners looking out of the only window after they reported the thirty minute-mark. "That's interesting. We should be having a surprise shower, oh well." Said a sarcastic Witzgallian. They began to talk again on why they called a bogus meeting and than, as if by a sheer luck of fait, it started to get cloudy out of no where.
The five were sent out of the room, and thinking they failed, did not fight. But the Presidente soon caught them before they caught the elevator. It was poring alright, like a normal day in France.
"If I see this machine, I will personally give you the five hundred billion Bills." Said the Presidente, eyes open and alarmed.
They went directly out and into the Presidente's own limo-Ford Mustang that looked like an old Shelby. They zoomed through the rain to Raptior Navy Base, where a ship should be ready to take them to the island that the device was located on.
They got off of the ship, and without asking any questions, walked onto the plantation island. The maps, satellites, and even Federal Records showed it to be a sugarcane-fishery joint-role plantation. It was one of the thousands in Osea Truitt. Dazed that even such a thing could exist on such a small island, only being the size of Panama City Beach, they kept on going.
Nothing was seen or said. They slowly walked into the Worker's House, where it reeked. Comments were thrown and the area seemed to be an all-worker's house. Nudes of women by bunks, tools and stainned clothes laid about, and the smell of dead fish.
The Presidente was about to speack up himself when a Stevenson representative, the only female in the group, pulled up a bunk where a compartment for personal items were. She than lifted that up. Showing, was a wide-open man hole that went into a non-lighted tube straight down.
After protest, they marched one by one into there and after two minutes of silence (they were tould not to speak while climbing, no matter what) they finally saw a hint of light and fell torwards it. A small and very cramped cooridor was seen. Dimly lighted with signs written in Commin all over with arrows.
"And you said this costed fifty billion Bills to construct?" Asked the Airforce Admirelo looking at the poor example of a government facility. "Yes. Very showy, is it not?" She asked before taking out a small checking book-sized flip phone. She dialed a few numbers when Presidente Jewitt asked "You get reseption in here?"
She made a sarcastic grin as she said "Show them." Mysteriously, nothing happened after she flipped back up the phone and put it away. "What was-" Began the Generali to the Marvy Force when the side panels, ceilings, and even some floor panels flipped to show guns, flame torches, and even a large ninja star shooting gun which was a little out of place.
"In case they actually get this far down. Also, if all the systems go offline, the entire sector is programmed to shut down all heating. It can reach up to one hundred and twenty degrees celsius before the inner crome begins to become plyable.
"Also, that bit we just walked through, is all made up of tungsten compossites and reinforced steel materials, which just this layer can withstand two thirty megaton nuclear attacks. Added, is the even thicker layer below here. No person that is uncleared can pass that man hole, mainly becouse it will push together into a smaller one, crushing the hostile. If for some reason that person can go beyond there, no one can go pass these systems.
"In that lightest case, as in the machine is corrupted, its power is taken hostage, or so on, it can self-destruct. Giving off twelve fifty five megaton nuclear charges placed all around the island and its coasts. The one built in Witzgall has the same layout, power, and even walkways as this. If you know your way around this one, you can surely break into Witzgall's."
Said the female representative from Stevenson. They were impressed; all six of the men. They continued downwards as she began ranting on about the complex. "Each floor is designned to litterally cave in and kill anything that maybe hostile if the time needs it be. For the machine to operate with human control and be deployed and imployed, the bottom two floors must remain, of which there are two machines. One is a fake, and the other is real. The fake one actually has working reactors by it, but they are hooked up to the real one. The real machine has fake reactors by it that is not hooked up to anything, of cource."
They made their way down. The people there were in civilian clothings and seemed to know eachother. Most looked healthy, slim, muscular, and very fit to even Truitt's standerds. The presidente himself barely made the standerds, but these men, and quite a bit of women, marked past the basic needs and were far beyond professional trainning.
"Every laborer, worker, and operator is fit mentally and physically. By our company, and soon the government, their families are treated as royalty, knowing thier husbands or wives are doing some government workings, but the nature is unknown. Once you enter this place, however, you cannot leave." She finished and turnned to the six men.
Fearful, the Councilari screeched out "You cannot keep us here." She just made a small chuckling noise and said "Few will have clearance to leave. Most of which will be military leads, political icons, and so on. If any of you are no longer put into office or power, you will be sent here until your death, as will all others that have clearance to leave. This is a safety precaution. This machine does not exist, cannot exist, and would not exist even if travelling at the speed of light was an every-day thing. Oh, and we are researching mind extraction so you will not remember this, just so we do not have to deal with disapearances and the such"
The men looked at eachother oddly. A Witzgallian came up to them. They had Witzgallians here also, just the same amount as Truittis. "The Subliminal Generater is just right through these doors." She said in a deep stressful acsent in Commin, not a native tounge in Witzgall.
The doors looked like all the others. Not labelled, colored differently, not at all a different size. It was in the wall, right next to many others were some have been going in and out of. No one would have guessed it went to the machine.
OOC:
Also, your reply for your end of the project, your people comming in and telling your leaders and abotu to show them the machine is also wanted. If you want, you can give them delayed timmings or what not, your choise. Just make it juicy.
As to those who wish for the feasibility of such a weapon, please note the OOC thread I posted a link to at the top of this message. You can tag this, but do not crowd it with useless "Godmoderz!" and "WTF?" Do that in the OOC thread.
Unknown Location in Tango Line Pysier; Federal Future Strategic Weapons Research Facility
02.19.2006
A scientist in a white lab coat took a beaker filled with a purple liquid and poored 50ml into one of the five test tubes. Each test tube had a different shade of purple and the very last one being a pinkish color.
"Now, mix them all." Said the scientist to one of his co-workers. The other man in the same lab coat walked up and slowly poored each test tube's contents into a single Erlin Myer glass. 250ml in all, the black substance had a yellow smoke.
"Turn off the lights." Commanded the scientist agian. One of the five standing aside pushed in the button, the Emergency Power Cut-off. The whole lab went pitch black having no windows. Only one single thing was seen. On the table was a substance glowing cyan. It was the shape of a triangle that was cut off, the Erlin Myer Flask's substance was glowing.
"Gentlemen, I belive we have found the secret to Tesla's old Scalar Theory, well Theorm now." Said the lead scientist in the dark as a golf clap came from every angle of the black room.
Two years have past since that technilogical advancement. Unfortunatly, the information on the compounds and substances used were lost when a 9,000lb bomb was dropped on the facility when it was taken over by Linen rebel forces.
The rebel forces did not stay long as Federalis soon came and drove them back to their capital island where their doom is known by the mass genocide of every person on that island: No one was given mercy. One of those on that very island was the lead scientist, the only one who lived out of the bomb attack on the facility just a month after his discovery.
The secret was kept until a Marvy Force Scouter went to the island as a possable future military base for the Marvy Force branch. He found there a hidden underground room that was made to withstand a nuclear attack but was still damaged, severly. Inside was every possable formula and combonation the team made mistakenly and the real Free Energy's, or Scalar Energy's, formula was found; step by step.
The research team sent to the former facility was taken back to the homeland when a Sparty Island Chain war errupted that involved every single engineer and able-bodied person. Two years from today, the facility was reinvestigated and Truitt, needing a new technology as an alternative to orbital lasers and tungsten rods that had cost so much.
The top secret project was contracted with a former regional nation to make The Raptior Project the Praeton-Raptior Project. Its goal was unknown. Few were familar with Tesla's designs, theories, and theorms and not even the Presidente of Truitt himself knew the full power of such a discovery. He knew it would start a new arms race, but did not know of what frequency.
The Red City-Raptior Project was said to be a ground-based laser weapon system made to defend island nations, as Truitt and the secound contractor was, but that was a lie, even if many that knew the truth wanted it to be.
The Subliminal Generater. A weapon new and very modern tech (KGB ex-Operatives have admitted to working on the project in Siberia after "odd and unknown" weather changes happened in the region). Extremely powerful, untracable, and devistating. If it got in the hands of the wrong person it could destroy the human race. If it got in the hands of anyone else next to the two contractors, than the world would end. If it was even admitted to exist or be thought of, the world would be useless and a grave for trillions. If more than the twelve outside officals knew it existed, the world would change forever.
A Former Linen Island, 2009
A man, in his late 30's, walks off of a civilian airliner onto the extremely small, 3km x 2.5km island that was now an argecultural center for Stevenson, after finishing the contracts for the new ground weaponry was now directing their attention to aiding the near-dead sugar cane industry.
The entire island looks like a massive plantation. It is one of the many islands dedicated to argecultural means off the coast of Tango Line, no longer a state in its self since Dugahh annexed the entirety of it with Bega annexing the northern islands.
The long-since forgotten Red City-Raptior Project was not even in the back of the heads of the most soon-be world leaders. Truitt, wrapped up in communist oppression had to cancel the project's research phase. Witzgall, in their own imperial crisises, had to cut their funding.
The project was thought to be dead, but the newly monopolized company that was still bringing in profits from overseas sales had been working on the project with an other Witzgallian company in hopes to win the Truitti S-Prize. Neither nations knew of the companies' actions until they contacted the Osean Presidente himself, first for the prize, and secoundly, to re-establish the age-wanting for the Witzgallian and Truitti governments to ally once again.
The machine was complete. Measuring 34 stories high, as wide as 3 kilometers, and having numerous powerplants, the dubbed Subliminal Generater did what its name projected, created a new subliminal weapon.
The machine can strike anywhere on the planet, and even to the outter orbit of Earth. It can change weather patterns, bring drought to a argecultural nation, tornado down an industrial complex, or even use a hurricane to destroy coastal, and even if powerful enough, inland defences and incampments.
Its abilities are unmatched, but could corruption come to this machine and end life?
Raptior, Truitt
Five men, three from Stevenson and two from a Witzgallian company walked through the doors of Presence Tower, a massive fortress where all government activities accure. They were dressed in black and had reservations to meet the Presidente and his Council for something that was "With great urgence of our national security."
They walked briskly into the room, the Domestic Affairs Office, where the Presidente, all military leads, and his Councilari, or Vice Presidente, was awaiting and it seemed they were gld they came five minutes early.
"Welcome Ralf. How are the kids?" asked the Presidente getting up to shake the hands of the lead Stevenson spokesperson. "They are fine. Angee, as you may know, is now a full-time mother, leaving me to work on bringing home the bacon on my lonesome." He responded smilling, as did the Presidente. An inside joke was the idea of the most there.
"So, what exactly is so urgent?" He asked as they sat down from shaking hands. "Well, about three years ago there was a project revived called the Red City-Raptior Project," He began and right away he saw the national leads' eyes widen. "What if I was to tell you that Stevenson and Associates, with Muttia Incorporated, somehow revived this project and created a small test platform that is ready to be demonstraited right now?"
The Presidente tapped the table and horrified said "Show me." The respresentative looked over at one of the Witzgallian men and he grabbed his necklace for a few secounds and a small beep was heard.
"Now, what shall we do for thirty minutes? It takes that long to generate the power and coordinates." One of the other Stevenson representatives said. "Exactly where are you targetting the device if such a thing exists?" Asked a man in the a white shirt and navy blue pants, the Airforce Lead Admirelo.
Smiling, Ralf replied "Right here, over Raptior." Alarmed the Councilari, James Conners, stood up and exclaimed "What do you mean here? Have you even used it before? What if you place a large hurricane to come this way? Do you relize the massive damage?" Before he could continue the same Witzgallian who pressed the necklace said "Do not worry. We have used it before, durring the most resent Sparty Island Chain War. That massive fog that grounded their entire capital so they could not release fighters or bombers."
All of the military commanders turnned and looked at the Praetonian. The conversation now errupted into "Never use such a weapon on our soil." and "That fog was predicted a week before it happened." Most of the best replies came from the in-denile Presidente, "Such a weapon could never exist, which is why we cancelled the entire project."
Before anyone knew it, thirty minutes had passed but nothing had changed. "Nothing is different." Said Councilari James Conners looking out of the only window after they reported the thirty minute-mark. "That's interesting. We should be having a surprise shower, oh well." Said a sarcastic Witzgallian. They began to talk again on why they called a bogus meeting and than, as if by a sheer luck of fait, it started to get cloudy out of no where.
The five were sent out of the room, and thinking they failed, did not fight. But the Presidente soon caught them before they caught the elevator. It was poring alright, like a normal day in France.
"If I see this machine, I will personally give you the five hundred billion Bills." Said the Presidente, eyes open and alarmed.
They went directly out and into the Presidente's own limo-Ford Mustang that looked like an old Shelby. They zoomed through the rain to Raptior Navy Base, where a ship should be ready to take them to the island that the device was located on.
They got off of the ship, and without asking any questions, walked onto the plantation island. The maps, satellites, and even Federal Records showed it to be a sugarcane-fishery joint-role plantation. It was one of the thousands in Osea Truitt. Dazed that even such a thing could exist on such a small island, only being the size of Panama City Beach, they kept on going.
Nothing was seen or said. They slowly walked into the Worker's House, where it reeked. Comments were thrown and the area seemed to be an all-worker's house. Nudes of women by bunks, tools and stainned clothes laid about, and the smell of dead fish.
The Presidente was about to speack up himself when a Stevenson representative, the only female in the group, pulled up a bunk where a compartment for personal items were. She than lifted that up. Showing, was a wide-open man hole that went into a non-lighted tube straight down.
After protest, they marched one by one into there and after two minutes of silence (they were tould not to speak while climbing, no matter what) they finally saw a hint of light and fell torwards it. A small and very cramped cooridor was seen. Dimly lighted with signs written in Commin all over with arrows.
"And you said this costed fifty billion Bills to construct?" Asked the Airforce Admirelo looking at the poor example of a government facility. "Yes. Very showy, is it not?" She asked before taking out a small checking book-sized flip phone. She dialed a few numbers when Presidente Jewitt asked "You get reseption in here?"
She made a sarcastic grin as she said "Show them." Mysteriously, nothing happened after she flipped back up the phone and put it away. "What was-" Began the Generali to the Marvy Force when the side panels, ceilings, and even some floor panels flipped to show guns, flame torches, and even a large ninja star shooting gun which was a little out of place.
"In case they actually get this far down. Also, if all the systems go offline, the entire sector is programmed to shut down all heating. It can reach up to one hundred and twenty degrees celsius before the inner crome begins to become plyable.
"Also, that bit we just walked through, is all made up of tungsten compossites and reinforced steel materials, which just this layer can withstand two thirty megaton nuclear attacks. Added, is the even thicker layer below here. No person that is uncleared can pass that man hole, mainly becouse it will push together into a smaller one, crushing the hostile. If for some reason that person can go beyond there, no one can go pass these systems.
"In that lightest case, as in the machine is corrupted, its power is taken hostage, or so on, it can self-destruct. Giving off twelve fifty five megaton nuclear charges placed all around the island and its coasts. The one built in Witzgall has the same layout, power, and even walkways as this. If you know your way around this one, you can surely break into Witzgall's."
Said the female representative from Stevenson. They were impressed; all six of the men. They continued downwards as she began ranting on about the complex. "Each floor is designned to litterally cave in and kill anything that maybe hostile if the time needs it be. For the machine to operate with human control and be deployed and imployed, the bottom two floors must remain, of which there are two machines. One is a fake, and the other is real. The fake one actually has working reactors by it, but they are hooked up to the real one. The real machine has fake reactors by it that is not hooked up to anything, of cource."
They made their way down. The people there were in civilian clothings and seemed to know eachother. Most looked healthy, slim, muscular, and very fit to even Truitt's standerds. The presidente himself barely made the standerds, but these men, and quite a bit of women, marked past the basic needs and were far beyond professional trainning.
"Every laborer, worker, and operator is fit mentally and physically. By our company, and soon the government, their families are treated as royalty, knowing thier husbands or wives are doing some government workings, but the nature is unknown. Once you enter this place, however, you cannot leave." She finished and turnned to the six men.
Fearful, the Councilari screeched out "You cannot keep us here." She just made a small chuckling noise and said "Few will have clearance to leave. Most of which will be military leads, political icons, and so on. If any of you are no longer put into office or power, you will be sent here until your death, as will all others that have clearance to leave. This is a safety precaution. This machine does not exist, cannot exist, and would not exist even if travelling at the speed of light was an every-day thing. Oh, and we are researching mind extraction so you will not remember this, just so we do not have to deal with disapearances and the such"
The men looked at eachother oddly. A Witzgallian came up to them. They had Witzgallians here also, just the same amount as Truittis. "The Subliminal Generater is just right through these doors." She said in a deep stressful acsent in Commin, not a native tounge in Witzgall.
The doors looked like all the others. Not labelled, colored differently, not at all a different size. It was in the wall, right next to many others were some have been going in and out of. No one would have guessed it went to the machine.
OOC:
Also, your reply for your end of the project, your people comming in and telling your leaders and abotu to show them the machine is also wanted. If you want, you can give them delayed timmings or what not, your choise. Just make it juicy.
As to those who wish for the feasibility of such a weapon, please note the OOC thread I posted a link to at the top of this message. You can tag this, but do not crowd it with useless "Godmoderz!" and "WTF?" Do that in the OOC thread.