Mondoth
01-08-2007, 01:27
Five Years Ago:
"Gentlemen, you will be working under the cover of Mjolnir inc. a subsidiary of the Drako Conglomerate, Funding will be handled through government grants and any money you happen to make as a commercial enterprise.
Other than that, you will be operating completely free of government control and responsibility, if you screw up its not our fault.
Commercially viable technology will be licensed to the Conglomerate as payment for using them as cover, and I imagine you can ask them for anything you need if you hand over something juicy first.
There's more detailed information in the packets you all received at the door, are there any further questions? No? good. Welcome to project Vulcan, now never speak of it again."
Present Day:
Boring, boring, boring. Dr. Allison had come to the project from storm chasing, running around like a maniac chasing tornadoes and surviving hurricanes. The last twenty four hours were like the vast majority of that life, only instead of hotel rooms it had been a cramped stealth bomber cabin, and there had been nothing to do. at least when she had been storm chasing, she could be looking at the gathered data or searching for the next storm. Now all the data had been poured over and analyzed, and she knew exactly where the storm was.
"Ma'am, were coming up on hurricane Alex now, the weather ship will begin transmitting the doppler information momentarily." The bomber's com officer informed her.
Somewhere on the other side of the 400 kilometer wide storm a weather survey vessel chartered by Mjolnir inc. would begin viewing the storm through a pair of over sized doppler arrays and transmitting the resulting information on open radio bands as part of some previously arranged scientific study. The stealth bomber could use the information to attempt a reasonably safe flight plan through tho storm, and Dr. Allison could use it to pinpoint where best to drop the aircraft's payload.
"Alright, we're getting the transmission, looks relatively tame as far as hurricanes go for most of the way."
Dr Allison powered up her laptop and patched into the feed from her connection with the bomber's own network. Studying the image she flipped through some different views and plugged some numbers into a simulator, confirming her initial instinct.
"Alright, I've got three drop points a little out from the eye wall, I'm keying in the vectors now."
"Alright, I've got them, hang on to your seats, it's going to be a bumpy ride!"
The next day the bomber landed and was immediately set upon by a team of workers who began disassembling almost before the crew and Dr. Allison were out. The workers had done this kind of thing before and didn't even pause when the deconstruction got down to the internal structures, revealing the chemical tanks plastered with warnings that had taken the place of the bomb bays. Within hours, there would be no physical evidence that the stealth bomber had ever existed, almost no physical evidence, news was already coming in that Hurricane Alex has changing course and rapidly strengthening, what had once been projected as being a short-lived, mostly harmless force one, was already a powerful force two headed towards landfall as a force three hurricane.
OOC: Yes, post revolution Mondoth is experimenting with weather control.
Who wants to get hit by a Hurricane?
"Gentlemen, you will be working under the cover of Mjolnir inc. a subsidiary of the Drako Conglomerate, Funding will be handled through government grants and any money you happen to make as a commercial enterprise.
Other than that, you will be operating completely free of government control and responsibility, if you screw up its not our fault.
Commercially viable technology will be licensed to the Conglomerate as payment for using them as cover, and I imagine you can ask them for anything you need if you hand over something juicy first.
There's more detailed information in the packets you all received at the door, are there any further questions? No? good. Welcome to project Vulcan, now never speak of it again."
Present Day:
Boring, boring, boring. Dr. Allison had come to the project from storm chasing, running around like a maniac chasing tornadoes and surviving hurricanes. The last twenty four hours were like the vast majority of that life, only instead of hotel rooms it had been a cramped stealth bomber cabin, and there had been nothing to do. at least when she had been storm chasing, she could be looking at the gathered data or searching for the next storm. Now all the data had been poured over and analyzed, and she knew exactly where the storm was.
"Ma'am, were coming up on hurricane Alex now, the weather ship will begin transmitting the doppler information momentarily." The bomber's com officer informed her.
Somewhere on the other side of the 400 kilometer wide storm a weather survey vessel chartered by Mjolnir inc. would begin viewing the storm through a pair of over sized doppler arrays and transmitting the resulting information on open radio bands as part of some previously arranged scientific study. The stealth bomber could use the information to attempt a reasonably safe flight plan through tho storm, and Dr. Allison could use it to pinpoint where best to drop the aircraft's payload.
"Alright, we're getting the transmission, looks relatively tame as far as hurricanes go for most of the way."
Dr Allison powered up her laptop and patched into the feed from her connection with the bomber's own network. Studying the image she flipped through some different views and plugged some numbers into a simulator, confirming her initial instinct.
"Alright, I've got three drop points a little out from the eye wall, I'm keying in the vectors now."
"Alright, I've got them, hang on to your seats, it's going to be a bumpy ride!"
The next day the bomber landed and was immediately set upon by a team of workers who began disassembling almost before the crew and Dr. Allison were out. The workers had done this kind of thing before and didn't even pause when the deconstruction got down to the internal structures, revealing the chemical tanks plastered with warnings that had taken the place of the bomb bays. Within hours, there would be no physical evidence that the stealth bomber had ever existed, almost no physical evidence, news was already coming in that Hurricane Alex has changing course and rapidly strengthening, what had once been projected as being a short-lived, mostly harmless force one, was already a powerful force two headed towards landfall as a force three hurricane.
OOC: Yes, post revolution Mondoth is experimenting with weather control.
Who wants to get hit by a Hurricane?