The Candrian Empire
12-08-2005, 16:30
RL Date:
July 20th, 2005
The blades of the helicopter whirred. Somewhere in the South Pacific, an H 75 floated lazily over the calm blue waters.
"It's lovely out here, Hillary."
"Yeah, Nate. I really wish we stayed here."
Nathanial Jekens fixed his seating in the heli. Despite the casual dress of a teeshirt and denim shorts, he knew this was one of the most important moments in his country's history.
"Ah, it was nice. The little republic that could... "
"Quit getting sentimental. We're here to see a blast."
"Yeah, CP, but you can't say you don't miss this place."
"Hey, just remember - I let this stuff through. We wouldn't be here for the show if it wasn't for me."
"Dammit, Kreaz, just shut the hell up. You weren't smart enough to consider this." Commander Leeds was a bright fellow, and easily the smartest man on the battlefield at any given time. He knew his place, and how to get others to realize theirs.
The radio suddenly cackled. A voice was heard through the static.
"Weapons test H1 MIW T-minus 30 seconds. All personell either turn backs away from ground zero or don protective goggles at my mark."
At this moment, the passengers of the helicopter - Emperor Petron, his guards, and highest ministral advisers - could hear the LRIB 221 flying nearby - it's loud roar of four large jet engines peircing and strangly foreign. Most of these people grew up or became used to the roar of the distincitive CAT or GEM A engines, with thier high note and gut wrenching low rumble when nearby.
Even at 36,000 feet in the air, and miles away now, the craft was distincive amongst the small Candrian Air Forces.
"Drop in 20. Mark."
Those in the two helicopters donned their goggles.
"Drop in 10. Drop 5. 4. 3. 2. 1."
The silence was deafening. The bomber passed over the island, and sped away. But no explosion.
Kreaz broke the silence. "What kinda bulls*** is this? I let nearly 50 billion minerets into this waste of time?"
Before he could even think of another way of scalding the project, he saw it - quite possibly the brightest flash he's ever seen. Now there was no silence. The rumble of the blast.
"We have detonation. 830. Full yield. Over."
(OCC Note: Since this time the total budget given to this project since inception has reached 100 billion. Comments?)
July 20th, 2005
The blades of the helicopter whirred. Somewhere in the South Pacific, an H 75 floated lazily over the calm blue waters.
"It's lovely out here, Hillary."
"Yeah, Nate. I really wish we stayed here."
Nathanial Jekens fixed his seating in the heli. Despite the casual dress of a teeshirt and denim shorts, he knew this was one of the most important moments in his country's history.
"Ah, it was nice. The little republic that could... "
"Quit getting sentimental. We're here to see a blast."
"Yeah, CP, but you can't say you don't miss this place."
"Hey, just remember - I let this stuff through. We wouldn't be here for the show if it wasn't for me."
"Dammit, Kreaz, just shut the hell up. You weren't smart enough to consider this." Commander Leeds was a bright fellow, and easily the smartest man on the battlefield at any given time. He knew his place, and how to get others to realize theirs.
The radio suddenly cackled. A voice was heard through the static.
"Weapons test H1 MIW T-minus 30 seconds. All personell either turn backs away from ground zero or don protective goggles at my mark."
At this moment, the passengers of the helicopter - Emperor Petron, his guards, and highest ministral advisers - could hear the LRIB 221 flying nearby - it's loud roar of four large jet engines peircing and strangly foreign. Most of these people grew up or became used to the roar of the distincitive CAT or GEM A engines, with thier high note and gut wrenching low rumble when nearby.
Even at 36,000 feet in the air, and miles away now, the craft was distincive amongst the small Candrian Air Forces.
"Drop in 20. Mark."
Those in the two helicopters donned their goggles.
"Drop in 10. Drop 5. 4. 3. 2. 1."
The silence was deafening. The bomber passed over the island, and sped away. But no explosion.
Kreaz broke the silence. "What kinda bulls*** is this? I let nearly 50 billion minerets into this waste of time?"
Before he could even think of another way of scalding the project, he saw it - quite possibly the brightest flash he's ever seen. Now there was no silence. The rumble of the blast.
"We have detonation. 830. Full yield. Over."
(OCC Note: Since this time the total budget given to this project since inception has reached 100 billion. Comments?)