NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: The other one was misposted as one of my puppets, so I'm doing this again.

IC:

Premier MacIntyre was looking over his papers as he prepared to go to the Aerodrome. He had just got a new ship from the nation of Huntaer, and now, he was ready to use it.

He got up, and said, "Good lord, let's hope this works."

He walked out, and soon went to the Aerodrome, traveling via one of the many covered walkways in the city. He arrived to find a number of eager technicians, dissecting the new vehicle.

"So, what have you got?"

One of the techs said, "It's amazing, Comrade Premier. Here are the stats that came with it."

He handed MacIntyre the User's Manual, and he began flipping through it. He went to the page marked "Stats" and found:



Model: Y-4 Transport
Manufacturer: Incom Corporation

Designation: Military Transport Shuttle

Length: 28 meters

Crew: 3

Troops: 40

Cargo Capacity: 30 metric tons

Consumables: 1 months

Hyperdrive Multiplier: x2

Hyperdrive Backup: x8

Speed: 55 MGLT

Hull: 90 RU

Shields: 180 SBD

Special Features: Retractable swing wings

Weapons: 2 Laser Cannons, 1 Double Laser Cannon Turret and 1 Concussion Missile Launcher.

MacIntyre said, "Shields, huh?"

The tech said, "Yes, Comrade. Shields. And it's a good ship, we were doing some tests on it...it can go from LAX to New Fresno in less than 20 minutes, tops. It even has FTL drives! FTL!"

MacIntyre then said, "Keep yer pants on."

He walked up to the Y-4, and looked it over. "Kinda ugly."

The tech said, "But's its what's on the inside that counts, Comrade. This thing is way ahead of our Harriers and MiG's. And it's not even for main combat! Think of what could happen if we back engineered the stuff from this. Our Physics Commissariat would have an orgasm!"

MacIntyre said, "Hmmm.....I think we need to speak with the Jensen Design Bureau and the Science Commissariat. They might want to look at this."

He then told the tech: "I want you to do this. Have a full readout on the practical capabilities of this thing. Every nut and bolt, every meter per second of velocity, and every joule it puts out-hell, everything! We've got a gold mine here. We must find a way to make more of these and benefit from what's in it, m'kay?"

The tech then said, "Yes, Comrade Premier! We will not fail!"

MacIntyre then left, and went back to his office. He felt good about how that went, and he thought that maybe, just maybe-it would get them to Mars....

Nah. They still had to free California, nay, North America, heck, the world from the Barbarian Neckercats (OOC: Anime catpeople) and the Elves.

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(OOC: Tag.)

OOC: Kyang, could you respond to my intro thread, the one with the probe?

OOC: Kyang, could you respond to my intro thread, the one with the probe?

(OOC: It's gone a bit too far for my tastes. I don't really want to jump in now.)

Meanwhile.....

The Politburo of the Communist Party of New Dornalia was in session (http://www.kantei.go.jp/jp/koizumiphoto/2002/09/images/13nichibei2.jpg).
A very heated session.

"NO! NO! This is too expensive! We cannot waste precious funds, not when war with the Barbarians is continuous!"

"The Representative from New Fresno does NOT have the floor!"

"SHUT IT!"

MacIntyre slammed the gavel down and said, "Enough! We shall have order!"


He then addressed the room. "Why shouldn't we go to space? The time is now. Mao, Che, Lenin, they would have been glad to see Socialism spread to the stars. They would have loved to see Workers and Peasants of different species and worlds join forces, uniting to overthrow imperial domination wherever it goes! It does not just exist on Earth! IT EXISTS EVERYWHERE!"

"Comrades, Comrades! Our position on Earth is tenuous. Barbarians threaten us, food and water and goods not ruined by the Atomic Apocalypse are hard to come by. We can get these goods from other planets. We can ensure the survival of the Workers' Paradise, by allowing others, even aliens, to share in it! It it our Manifest Destiny to expand Socialism to the stars! The Heroes of the People Past smile on us, and they have guided us to this destiny! We must expand, or face death!"

The people yelled. "Imperialism no!"

MacIntyre than said, "Anyway, it cannot be imperialism if we use our powers to benefit all intellgent life with the gift of Socialism! Surely, if our expansions, our joining with other intellegent species willing to share in the Workers' Paradise benefit all ,it can't be imperialism! Consider it!"

The people quieted......and milled over his words.

"That is why we must approve more funds for space travel. We must accept these gifts. Our survival as a species demands it."

"I now push for devotion to a Space Station and Orbital Platform for future expeditions....a Mars Colony and other colonies on neutral planets....peaceful annexation of civilized peoples via voluntary joining of the Workers' State.....research stations in space for the betterment of the People....and a new People's Navy, to ensure that the Workers' State can defend itself. I also am committed to unifying the whole of Earth under the Workers' State....these rules do not apply to the Barbarian Neckers, or the Elves, or any Barbarian force we meet. Any such forces are to be monitored and controlled, to ensure the Workers and Peasants are not harmed anymore by their imperialism!"

The last part appealed, and produced cheers........

"Comrade Premier!"

MacIntyre was tired after that rousing speech, and he was trying to muster enough strength to answer the man. "Yes, COmrade Courier?"

The courier said, "Comrade Premier. The TIE fighters have come in. They have landed in the People's Aerodrome, and are awaiting your inspection."

MacIntyre said, "Later, Comrade.....have the Commissar for National Defense inspect them. I must turn in."

The courier said, "Very well, Comrade Premier."

OOC: Tag. Using the ships in this Rp for testing eh?

Meanwhile, at the People's Aerodrome.....

http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~rn6d-hnd/people/morgan_freeman.jpg

OOC: This is Jack Cortes.

IC:

"I see."

"So, Comrade Commissar, what do you think?"

The Commissar for National Defense, Jack Cortes, was feeling two different emotions. One was anger at how he had to be the one to see the new TIE's, not the Premier. The other was a feeling of pride; hey, he got to have hte first look.

He said to the techie: "Hmm....lemme take a look."

The tech stepped aside and Jack looked over the TIE Defender. It was sleek, black death machine, with evil looking folded wings that made it look like a dragon from a fairy tale...something to scare your kids into doing chores with.
It had an evil sheen as the light hit the paneled wings. It was a purebred death machine.

The Commissar then smiled and said, "Hmm...perfect. She's a beaut."

He then turned to the techie. "How fast can you strip 'er down, and see what makes her tick. We wanna be able to make these."

The techie said, "Maybe in 72 hours, Comrade Commissar-our other departments stripped the Y-4 down in that time-they're lookin' her over now."

Jack then said, "Excellent. I want full reports and specs on this baby and the TIE Line Fighter by next month."

The techie gulped; it was a tall order. But he said, "Yes Comrade."

The techie then roused his crewmates from their hentai and spam and got them working again.

Several weeks later.....

Jack Cortes was watching old episodes of Gundam.

"Heh...those Zeon dudes suck."

He was then interrupted by a message....angrily, he paused the DVD and picked up the phone.

"Yes....I see....I'm coming."

He then got out and walked to the Aerodrome. There, the five TIE Advanced fighters were joined by six new models, slightly rougher looking, but still TIE Advanced fighters nonetheless.

Jack then said, "Wait. Didn't I buy five?"

The techs said, "Sir, we have the report...we finished it two weeks early. So we elected to make some new models."

Jack then said, "But how'd you replicate the shields.....and the body..."

The techs said, "Well, we jerry-rigged a unit using plutonium, a Van De Graf unit, and some new toys we cooked up using RC units and microwave generators. They perform as well as the originals."

Jack then said, "You boys deserve the People's Prize-nay, the Hero of the People award! This is amazing. Send this down to the shop, and tell them how you did it. We want more of these things."

The tech then said, "Yes, Comrade! But what of the report!?"

Jack then said, "Oh...I'll take that."

Jack walked up, and took the report. He then left, smiling.

Premier MacIntyre said, "Damnit!"

He heard about the newly accomplished reproduction of the TIE Advanced fighters. Now, he wanted the Jensen Design Bureau, the main aeronautical design organization in New Dornalia, to make copies.

But, there was one problem. Jensen would not make it.

As Leonidas Jensen himself said: "F**k you, man. We already have a cool uber-fighter coming out. The Lenin-class. We were cooking it up since we got that Y-4! We even have a prototype in progress!"

Robert then said: "Look, we have the TIE Advanced. Word says its an awesome fighter. Many more advanced nations use it-"

Leonidas said, "Well, I won't play 'me too,' ya pansy. I want my talent to show itself, man. I'm the leet techno master! I've never been imposed upon like this, man!"

Robert said, "Look, do it for a brother."

Leonidas said, "Dude, I've done so much for you already, but this...I don't know. I had my thing going. I had something good goin' on! Don't be a drag, man, and ruin it!"

Robert said, "Look. Will you at least use the engine from the TIE? I'm not sure if the engine from the Y-4 will do it."

Leonidas said, "Well....fine. But I get to tune it up and make it funky. Capice, turkey?"

Robert then said, "That's the Leo I know!" and gave Leo a hearty slap on the back.

Leo then said, "Dude. Don't be gay."

Robert said, "Totally."

Robert then walked away, and Leo began milling over the plans for his Lenin. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/Senor_Nb3/LeninFighter.jpg)

Meanwhile, in a lab in the Commissariat's People's Laboratory-

"Hey guys, I'm ordering pizza. Wanna come with?"

"Totally."

The other scientists left, going to get lunch. One man, a nerdy, shiftless haggardly Woody Allen type, named Fred Tartakovsky, was furiously working on a diamondoid diode he had. He had made it using superconductors, an aluminum tube, diamonds made in the Diamond Assembly Line, and a series of lenses. He had made it on a whim, now, he was shiftless, trying to figure out what to do with it.

He got up, and yawned. He decided to get up, and walk to the coffee machine.

Unknowingly, one of the janitors decided to put tto mess with the diode. He said, "Hmm...what if I did this?"

He then got one of the electrical cords, and put it up to the diode. Putting it at one end, he heard a sizzling, and a zapping. A bright light came out, and a hole soon was blown in the wall.

Tartakovsky came back in and said, "S**t! What the f**k did you do!?"

The janitor said, "Look, I just-"

Tartakovsky saw the cord and diode and said, "Wait....my diode did that?"

The janitor said, "You're not gonna tell, right!?"

Tartakovsky said, "I will. You just invented a new weapon. Thank you."

He then went to the diode, and began to mess with it some more......

The next day....

MacIntyre paid a visit to the Lab. HE was both pleased and flummoxed.

"So..this is the place where the accident happened?"

"Yes, Comrade Premier. That damn tube T made went nuts."

MacIntyre then saw Tartakovsky. He said, "Excuse me sir?"

Tartakovsky then said, "MY friends call me Fred."

"Fred.....about that diode. Waht happpened?"

Fred said, "Comrade Premier, a janitor plugged in a plug, and it acted like a laser gun."

The Premier said, "Interesting. First, don't leave your stuff unattended again. Two, I want a gun based on this system ASAP. I like what I see."

Fred said, "Uh....yes sir."

Premier MacIntyre then left to check on another experiment in the lab. Fred said, "Yes!" and began to tinker more......

Robert then walked over to a series of car battery looking things. A scientist who looked like Gedde Watanabe walked up to meet him.

"Ah yes! Comrade Premier. Dr. Kobayashi. Would you like to see our experiments?"

The Premier nodded and said, "Yes."

Dr. Kobayashi then said, "This is a little thing I've been playing with. I got some pre-Apocalypse documents concerning plans for fuel cells. I made some...they're not bad. However, I am thinking they could be more efficient."

MacIntyre said, "How? You're the egghead."

Kobayashi rolled his eyes and said, "Comrade....."

MacIntyre said, "Sorry. Please, go on."

Kobayashi then continued, his voice becoming upbeat. "I was considering the use of hydrogen. Hydrogen is efficent, puts out a lot of power, and is zero-emissions. And, it won't leave crap like NiCad or Alkaline."

Seeing MacIntyre's skepticism, he then said, "And, if done right.....you get a lasgun."

MacIntyre said, "Carry on."

He then walked on to the next exhibit.

MacIntyre then went to a 6 kg block on a string that was being lifted, by what seemed to be-nothing. Well, it did have two big black thingies on the bottom.

"I gotta stop drinking."

A scientist operating a remote control said, "Rest Assured, Comrade Premier, you amy drink till your liver gives out. You are witnessing super-cooled electromagnets in action!"

He then said, "I am Dr. Kant. I heard about those TIE's, I got inspired to experiment with my own anti-grav lifters. I have her to about 25.4 mm up....that's one inch, sir. I hope to have her floating higher, with less power drain, and a more eye-appealing design. This thing as is sucks batteries."

MacIntyre then said, "When do you think you can use this to lift an Abrams?"

Kant laughed. "A long way off. Give me time, and materials."

"Will do."

The next station was an innocuous looking mainframe, and a flat-screen monitor hooked up to it.

The monitor flashed on, revealing a very pretty anime girl. She smiled, and said, in the brightest, happiest, most sickengly cute voice: "Irasshimase!"

MacIntyre jumped back and yelled, "Holy shit!"

Then, a surprisingly normal guy with a cup of coffee that said "#1 Dad" walked in and said, "I see you've met Gracie. Say Good Night, Gracie."

Gracie went, "Good Night, Gracie!" She then laughed with girlish glee. "You're so funny, Dr. Jones." Gracie then turned her face to face Premier MacIntyre, and said, "He's so funny, that Dr. Jones. You know, he told me this joke the other day, and I laughed so much that my circuits nearly overloaded! And then-"

MacIntyre went, with an expression of fear and disgust, "That's nice........so Dr. Jones, this thing is an AI Construct, I take it?"

Gracie went, "Dr. Jones says I am not a thing! I am a living person!"

MacIntyre went, "Don't interrupt."

Dr. Jones then went: "As I was going to say, yes. She is an AI construct; I've got her to 250 Turing hours so far. I'm shooting for 500, maybe a Turing-month. She's quite perceptive, and she has a good sense of humor. Of course, I have to add new lines of code, and I have to tweak her learning algorithms, right now, they're only merely okay. Not something I'd give out to the market."

MacIntyre went, "Pray tell...we won't have a Skynet, right?"

Dr. Jones laughed. "Hah! Mere mythos. Rest assured, Gracie here has a self-learning anti-virus program and a series of fail-safe systems to prevent any sort of system failure, takeover, or inclination to murder anybody we don't want her to. I was thinking, perhaps military or security applications?"

MacIntyre leaned close to his guard, and said, "Remind me to give money to Tartakovsky and that anti-grav guy, and take cash from this guy."

He then said, "Thank you."

After he left, Gracie said, "He wants to cut your budget. I think I scared him."

Dr. Jones said, "F**k."

MacIntyre then said, "Whew! I need a normal exhibit. Got one, kid?"

The guard said, "Comrade PRemier, there is Robinson."

"Oh?"

"He says he can mass produce durawood. That stuff you got from the Theaoites."

"Take me to him, then."

The Premier was led to Robinson's Experiment, and was greeted by a contraption that looked like a moonshining still and a paper mill mixed together. Wood chips, old papers, good wood, and an old bouquet of flowers went into a chute, which led to a big grinder. The contents were then taken into a heated vat. A series of chemicals was being added to the contents, and the slurry was being mixed up, with another chemical being added. Then, the contents were put into a giant drum, where a loud rumbling, a sound like the spinning of thread, and a hissing and thumping sound could be heard every thirty seconds. Then, out of the other end came a piece of durawood.

Robinson walked up to MacIntyre and said, "Comrade Premier, welcome to the mill. This is my process. Let me explain what is going on."

He pointed to the grinder. "Here, we get materials rich in celluose, and gridn them up for processing."

He moved his hand to the vat. "There, they go into water, and are boiled into slurry. A special material is being added to the slurry to encourage the tight bonding of molecules for added strength. The durawood mix also gets polyethelene (the kind used in Spectra shield) materials added to the slurry, that's what the other crap is, to provide another backbone. We also add a special heat activated catalyst that encourages the bonding of the two materials on the molecular level, and heat the mix and stir it until the materials are one."

He then said, "The slurry is then put through refinement. We run it through a cooling area-this converts it into a gel format, and then we process it into fibers, and then the fibers are spun at interlocking right angles to form a single plank, which is then pressed at high heat and temperature until it forms into the needed shape."

He then picked up a plank. "This stuff is tested to be about 12-14 times tensile strength of steel, we're trying to kick it up using tighter bonds, mixing other materials, other stuff. We did shoot the hell out of this, and set it on fire, and soaked it, and just abused it. Our version, which is probably a little version than the kind they originally gave us- holds up better, but I want a little more. I would release this onto the market though, it is a strong material."

MacIntyre then said, "How expensive is this?"

Robinson said, "Well, it is cheap, as you could see, our little shine still made some decent quality material. And its a good recycler."

"Nice..."

As MacIntyre was visiting the labs....somewhere in the San Bernadino Valley:

"Ai ya! Those Dornalian gaijin. Surely, they have not forgotten that I, Queen Murasaki-hime, Demolisher of San Bernardino, Tamer of the Survivors of Edwards, Queen of the gente-gata in all of Southeast California, am their superior!"

The queen stood in her mirror, gazing at herself arrogantly. She was the ideal vision of the anime catgirl. Cat ears were on her head, she had a tail, and she was feisty and playful, common traits of the gente-gata women. She hated the way the Dornalians called her people "Neckers," as if they were common whores. They were merely matriarchal, they couldn't get used to it.

Murasaki-hime herself was tall, thin, with a sizable bust, and covered in jewelry. She wore a suit of Spanish-style body armor that covered a Wehrmacht uniform, and a cape with an animalistic sensuality that came naturally to the gente-gata. She had an old SS helmet with a feather in it, and her belt was an old WWII Wehrmacht belt buckle that said "Gott Mit Uns." It had no meaning for her; she worshiped a different god, one who was giant, grayish-green, and lumbered about demolishing cities. In our time, he was a movie monster. His name was Godzilla.

Her attendant said, "But milady. The gaijin have contacted people from the sky. They bring advanced guns, bigger warbirds, better technomagic. They wish to destroy us!"

Murasaki-hime arrogantly snapped back: "Baka! Do not forget; they barely hold the San Joaquin Valley. They don't even have all of California. We hold the Mojave and the high grounds.....they pay tribute to us to trade with Arizona and New Mexico. We are in control."

Her attendant then said, "Milady....we are big, but I don't know....I just don't like what I see."

Murasaki-hime then yelled, "One more word, and you won't have to see any more!"

Her adjutant then said, "Gomen! Very well then, Milady. Ojala."

Murasaki-hime then said, "Go to New Dornalia City. Call upon that cabron MacIntyre. I want to let him know that I, La Reina De Las Californias, is still in charge, and wish to begin collecting 1,500 taels of gold per month."

"Yes, Milady." The attendant ran off, but not before picking up a note. She then got on her horse, and began the two day's ride.

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As the messenger moved....

Tartakovsky sat down at his diode. He had it hooked up to a circuit. A shimmering, blue crystal, laced with superconductors, hooked to a capacitor, wrapped with coils filled with Liquid Nitrogen, and ultimately powered by a hydrogen power cell given out of pity for his dishievled state. He hadn't been home on time in a while.

He so far had it all figured out. An insulator would make the gun "safe" and be released to enable the gun to fire. the gun could be turned off as well. It put out 500+ Kw of power, very powerful for a mere diode indeed. The challenge was, fitting it into a gun the size of a FAL. The system he had was very big, he had the parts smelted from duracelluose Robinson Solution earlier, but the mechanism wouldn't fit. He was getting there, but he could do better.

He ultimately got out, and sipped some Jolt Cola. He leaned back, and thought about what he was missing. Dinner, good times with a very pretty wife and walks in the park with the kids. All that, for a gun.

He decided not to let that distract him; he knew he could not give up. He resumed his experiments soon after; now, he would have to work on shrinking his gun.....

SEVERAL HOURS LATER:

"NICE!"

HE had gotten the mechanism to fit in the outer shell. Tartakovsky thought he couldn't do it.

But, all it needed was shorter wires, a better capacitor, and an enlarged front for the diode- the front was made hastily using Robinson's Mill. Now, he could hope for some good times.

He took the prototype to the range. Filming this for MacIntyre, he aimed the gun at a piece of sheet steel, he fired repeatedly. Little or no recoil was made, the gun was warm, but tolerable. At least he didn't need heat gloves this time.

HE liked what he saw. The steel had several coin sized holes in it, shaped like half-dollars. All were in the 9 or 10 ring- a testament to the good sights and the steady hand of Tartakovsky, an experienced sportsman.

Tartakovsky decided to go back to the office, and go to sleep in the cot he set up for himself.

"Well, Fred. This is a fine specimen."

"Thank you, Comrade Premier."

"But could you have made it a little less....heavy?"

MacIntyre and Tartakovsky were at the range. MacIntyre had a few shots to fire, he loved it. But it was heavy.

"Well, Comrade Premier, I did my best to make it as light as possible-I made within 10lbs."

"But....meh. I like what I see. Selective fire, 2 shot burst, single shot, safe, off. Why not mix safe with off? Turn the gun off when safe?"

"Hmm....interesting. I was thinking of the idea of putting it on a pause mode, so as to keep it prepared for battle."

"But, I turned it on; it didn't take long to power up."

"Fine."

MacIntyre said, "I've gotta give it to my men for testing, and see if they like it-"

A messenger arrived, with Murasaki-hime's envoy.

"A messenger to see you, Comrade Premier."

MacIntyre said, "What now?"

The envoy then borke diplomatic protocol and said, "What is that you, Senhor MacIntyre, have forgotten your place. Do not forget that my leader, Murasaki-hime, is Queen of All California."

MacIntyre laughed. "So you came here to smack-talk? That's not diplomacy. That wasn't even a qualified insult. What do you really want?"

The envoy said, "Milady demands a payment of 1,500 taels of gold per month, lest she take that from your colons in the San Joaquin."

MacIntyre then grew cold. "F**k you. Tell her no. Not a sixpence."

The envoy said, "Fine. Do not weep when Murasaki-hime feasts on your empire and you cannot do anything."

She then turned away, and left.

Tartakovsky said, "B**ch."

MacIntyre said, "I'll tell the Gunsmiths to produce 500,000 of these. Make me some bigger guns. I'll need them."

Production of the rifle came as ordered, as they made their way into the hands of soldiers, they laughed.

"WHat the heck is this crap?"

"It's a laser gun."

"Like that Star Wars s**t?"

"Seriously?"

"It can't be real."

But some, who used it to hunt deer, or occasionally shoot wayward Neckers, found it was not useless. It was a good gun; it could do the job well.

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"They will not recognize me as their superior?" said Murasaki-hime, not altogther surprised.

"No milady," said the envoy.

"What did you say?"

"I asked them for 1,500 taels of gold, like you asked. He swore at me."

Murasaki-hime grabbed the envoy by the scruff of her neck and yelled: "That cabron! He does not wish to pay, he will suffer."

Murasaki-hime then went out to get her horse; she would rouse the gente-gata to war.

OOC: What the gun looks like:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/Senor_Nb3/R-1copy.gif

Meanwhile....

Dr. Kant was in his part of the laboratory. Having exchanged the electromagnets for superconductors, he tested the cart.

The cart had two experimental repulsorlifts on the bottom, which were basically two superconductor coils, opposed to each other, powered by a Kobayashi cell and cooled with Liquid Nitrogen.

The cart itself had a 50 Metric Ton weight on it. The wheels and the cart showed the strain; the cart buckled and squeaked.

Kant pushed a red button attached to an R/C controller that was attached to the Kobayashi cell, and the cart began to lift.

He then began to move the cart around. The cart effortlessly slid along the floor, having been risen to about 2-6 inches off of the ground. He took the cart on the road, moving around the People's Laboratory at Griffith and eventually outside, into Griffith Park. There, he wandered for hours, testing the machine. By the end of the day, he was happy....he had made a practical repulsorlift drive.