Fluffywuffy
15-06-2005, 16:41
OOC: This whole thread is IC, but not revealed to the world yet. You can attempt by some method to discover what the plan is--we'll just say that, by magic, you've learned that *something* is up. It's your job to discover what that something is. To ease spying attempts, it is easy to get into Fluffywuffy; just forge papers and go from there.
IC:
And there is was: the great gray mass of the Imperial Military Research Institute dominated the remote grassy plains of Fluffywuffy's interior. Small herds of buffalo could be seen wondering the land, the sky was a brilliant blue, and all appeared to be peaceful. That is, until one looked closer at the IMRI. Dangerous hedge rows of barbed wire decorated the edge of the sprawling complex, and grim armed gaurds diligently surveyed the landscape. The occasional tank--those grim, evil beasts--stood like Cerebus in hell.
But none of this mattered to the men inside. The Second Empire had approved a new plan to develop a world-wide strike capability with a hypersonic bomber, and all other plans had been either marginalized or cancelled. The Emperor himself had shown a great interest in this bomber, and it had to be completed within five years, start to finish. This first year would be spent doing some basic research on the design, with the ideas finalised. The next years would be spent developing that design from a piece of paper into a finished, deadly, bomber.
For now, though, life in the complex was hectic. The Air Force demanded that a design be shown within the first year, or funding for the Institute from the Air Force would dry up. It was just this sort of lofty goal that made even the laziest of people act as a workaholic. The Air Force, and the military in general, knew this, and set such a lofty goal to maximise productivity. Funding would not dry up--the scientists didn't know that, however--and work could continue.
At the moment, the research wasn't as intensive as the scientists would have liked. Engineers were building a new, improved, wind tunnel and a new runway so that, when the design was finished, it could fly to its next home. The new facilities were expected to be finished within a month--the project was very important--and then the great rush could begin unabbated.
IC:
And there is was: the great gray mass of the Imperial Military Research Institute dominated the remote grassy plains of Fluffywuffy's interior. Small herds of buffalo could be seen wondering the land, the sky was a brilliant blue, and all appeared to be peaceful. That is, until one looked closer at the IMRI. Dangerous hedge rows of barbed wire decorated the edge of the sprawling complex, and grim armed gaurds diligently surveyed the landscape. The occasional tank--those grim, evil beasts--stood like Cerebus in hell.
But none of this mattered to the men inside. The Second Empire had approved a new plan to develop a world-wide strike capability with a hypersonic bomber, and all other plans had been either marginalized or cancelled. The Emperor himself had shown a great interest in this bomber, and it had to be completed within five years, start to finish. This first year would be spent doing some basic research on the design, with the ideas finalised. The next years would be spent developing that design from a piece of paper into a finished, deadly, bomber.
For now, though, life in the complex was hectic. The Air Force demanded that a design be shown within the first year, or funding for the Institute from the Air Force would dry up. It was just this sort of lofty goal that made even the laziest of people act as a workaholic. The Air Force, and the military in general, knew this, and set such a lofty goal to maximise productivity. Funding would not dry up--the scientists didn't know that, however--and work could continue.
At the moment, the research wasn't as intensive as the scientists would have liked. Engineers were building a new, improved, wind tunnel and a new runway so that, when the design was finished, it could fly to its next home. The new facilities were expected to be finished within a month--the project was very important--and then the great rush could begin unabbated.