Nemesis - Printable Version

Nemesis - Printable Version

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RE: Nemesis - Meallan - 06-16-2018

Fort Leniex : Dagon's Workshop

Dagon walked in his workshop, the lights turning on automatically. He breathed in and looked at it. Everything was in place, exactly as he left it. He brought the cold beer up to his lips and savored the refreshing liquid, while resetting his train of thoughts. For the past twenty-four hours, it has been a mess. The Sunny was shot to hell, power grid and shunts were burned, core almost went critical and he had not one, but two fights with its captain, Heartwood. Pretty little thing, but with a temper to match his own. Locklear was still back in Bering, but now with security, Legion's own, around him and waiting for his health to return to a nominal status so that he could be transported back home. Reeves was pissed with him, not only for scoring one of his marshals but also because he managed to leave the Revenant so easily.

Either way, he spent hours working on the Last Sunrise and finally called it a night. Five more days and the old lady would be right as rain, dispersing hellfire and brimstone once again. But that was not the reason he was in his workshop. He closed the doors behind him, turned on the music and threw his dirty and oil stained work jacket on top of his couch. Finishing up his beer, he eyed the main holo table, and walked towards it. He pushed the electronic components that were resting on top of it and finally powered it up. Accessing his private server, he pulled up several files he had, all locked away in the shadows of a digital world. And there it was. The final key. The main project file was executed and a holographic image appeared. The ship he once thought was his prima-dona.

The hologram spinned, showing the promise of what he wanted to bring forth to reality in the Legion. But now, that dream was still far away. Because a new monster was coming to. It was being birthed as he was there. That was his real prima-dona. His masterpiece. Nemesis. But Nemesis was still not completed and needed some bits and pieces that he designed and developed for this Hellfire promise alone. He pulled up the data schematics and started to do a once over them. Everything had to be perfect. Every flow. Every plate. Every grid. As the files emerged, he looked at the spinning hologram and promised to himself.

"You'll be flying. You will."

RE: Nemesis - Meallan - 06-26-2018

Fort Leniex : Dagon's Workshop

The Sunny was finally back up and menacing as always. Heartwood came by earlier and apologized. The right way, the way Meallan liked it. Two hours later, her second-in-command was almost on the brink of sounding the general alert when she finally picked up her comm. A quick goodbye while putting her pants on and Dagon was satisfied and breathing in, ready to hit the Nemesis project again. He got up, put his pants back on, and while he indeed needed a bath as Heartwood said mid-apology, he excused himself that the Sunny came first. And now. Nemesis. He pulled the alloy scans that Levy had uploaded onto his neural-net account. It was looking promising.

The decision of melting and then using the remains of the old main skeleton of tantalum covered in a boron-niobium alloy was almost religious as inspired. The new alloy was strong. Very strong. The purity of it in the scans was something to see. Almost as the old bird was somehow reborn. He nodded to himself as the numbers ran through his eyes. The usage of artificial carbon allotropes, equal to the diamond ones, formed in tetrahedrons bonded perfectly with his special titanium alloy, almost miraculously, but he knew that the old body was the one to blame for that. It was a precision job, almost done with a sixth sense, that no machine could mimic. The perfect balance achieved. At half the weight. Three tons could be scratched off the expected weight, which meant that the whole ship balance in the schematics would have not only to be completely re-calibrated, but the gain in space and weight was more than enough to compensate that heartache. He sighed, seeing no beer around, and cracked his neck. More calculations to be done, more ideas to come and more headaches to be. And he was smiling through it all.

RE: Nemesis - Meallan - 07-04-2018

Finally back in his quarters, now with the double of the Marshals around him, Meallan looked at the sorry mess. He went to check the updates on the project and all was as it should be. Khan and his team was touching up the last details on the weapon mount shunts and Levi and his boys finally ended the stress testing on the skeleton. The supply depot was full thanks to the Bretonian Merchant Navy, and his sister left a very nice and detailed blueprints in his private account for some very nasty looking weapons.

"Uh. They have their coolant lines around the tertiary array. Like the outcasts."

Meallan said to himself, as he walked to the small fridge and removed a beer, opening it with a satisfying sound. Drinking a sip, he kept revising the main aspect of the weapons. Sure, he could improve them, a higher energy output would imply the redesign of the safeties and primary shunts, never mind that the power draw would increase exponentially. But if she has sent the blueprints as is, without a note or a word, then these are the guns that she would be akin to use. Add some civilian shield blasters and he had the energy levels needed for these weapons to be primed and ready. He compiled the energy usage data and sent it to Khan with a note to adapt the mounts connections to balance it all. Swiping the schematics of the weapons, his old engine project emerged.

He did not wanted to pick that up ever again. Two people died in Leniex when he was developing this new high performance engine. Granted, the investigation attributed the blow out to a faulty support system that did not triggered the safeties. But even so, this design already had blood on its hands. Legion blood. And it made Meallan uncomfortable. Re-designing past work was not his favorite hobby and he had a zero tolerance for deadly mistakes from Reeves. The blueprints came up and he sighed. A beast of an engine, his failed attempt on using azurite gas alongside MOX. There was a severe energy failure that cascaded throughout the entire reactor, a problem that he identified but was not fixed, due to the pressing issues of solving the issues with the Prosecutor project delivery.

While a positron charge would solve that issue on paper, the common mistake on junkrats, he knew better. The more you reduce the engine size, the more efficiency is needed for the thrust ratio. Which means you need to harden the components that increases the overall weight if you do not have the right materials. And that came in the answer of pure cold Iridium. Which now they had aplenty. Two magnetic overlapping emitters would contain the plasma energy re-directing it back to where it belongs. Meallan sighed and sipped his beer. This would be a long haul to fix this but more than necessary, as he wanted to incorporate H-Fuel in the mix, increasing the range and operability of the craft with the added bonus that an A.I. would be able to calculate the necessary values of the various fuel injections to guarantee a full permanent thrust at maximum speed.

"Time to work and see what's what."

He gobbled what remained in the beer bottle and put it aside, calling Balderezu to come to his quarters, so that the Kusarian could actually be of assistance other than to rile up the women's bathrooms, it seemed. The engine would have to be built in high performance alloys and he needed the second pair of eyes to check everything. And a senior veteran engine engineer from Kishiro filled those shoes alright. Hopefully Levi wouldn't be coming attached to him, or else the beer would run out soon.

RE: Nemesis - Backo - 07-29-2018

Baldezeru shook his head negatively against an already defeated Meallan. For the past two weeks they have been trying and testing new solutions for the engine. The inclusion of a secondary injection line on each singular azurite combustion chamber was the current point of debate.

No. It is against my honor! I will not agree to such... junker like way of increasing the output of the Azurite combustion ratio! I did not studied with serpent like focus for seven, SEVEN, years in the New Tokyo Engineering University to.. to..

His bald head shook under the lights of the ceiling throwing off a veritable display of colors everywhere, forcing Meallan to don his sunglasses, again, sighing against the distraction and headache that this man's head could provide. He often wondered if calling Levy would fix the issue, with a oil soaked rag or even dipping his head in non-reflecting ceon paint that is used on the iridum plates.

To.. resort to such base line thinking. No! That is not the KUSARI engineering way! There is another way, there must be!

The man frantically started walking around, talking to himself in Kusarian, his head reflecting the light all over the place, making Meallan throw another defeated sigh and hiding his face in his arms, sitting on a bench as the lab looked like a disco grand opening event with all those flares going around. Suddenly he stopped, and looked at Meallan with a raised finger at the ceiling.

Yūreka!

He shouted, as he ran towards the design table. Meallan slowly rose his head, removing the sunglasses, and got up from the bench, walking towards Baldezeru to see what the Kusarian had thought of now. His small hands frantically worked, designing a small schematic of a new azurite combustion chamber, in a different shape. Meallan recognized that shape. It was from the A-J14 Drive line. Sweet A-J14. It didn't followed the A-J H-Fuel combustion chamber design due to the need of an increased output. But that was for H-Fuel. The need here was for Azurite gas.

As he finished the design, Meallan uploaded it to the test mainframe and ran a theoretical scenario. Same level of azurite injection as before and the output increased in 35%. Stable. Meallan jaw literally dropped and he looked at Baldezeru who was nodding without stopping, with a shit eating grin that could rival his bald head. Meallan grinned as well and donned the sunglasses again, since the disco lights were floating everywhere as Baldezeru nodded.

I will not bring dishonor to my family!

RE: Nemesis - Meallan - 07-30-2018

Two days later, the first engine prototype was out and about, being tested by Baldezeru, who was setting yet another battery of them in the console nearby. And if reason fell to what all evidence pointed to, he would only clear the engine for deployment and use when it would be absolutely perfect to fly with. Donning his sunglasses since Baldezeru was nodding to himself as he worked, Meallan was content with the evolution on that department. Pulling up the power core reports from Khan, he saw that it was all tested, all green and purring like a kitten. Adding that to the weapons already being built by his team now, Meallan wondered if adding a little something to all of this would be worth the hassle. A few seconds weighing the pros and cons and he sent the message to Khan to start doing his calculations on the possibility of. He knew Khan would grumble but in the end, it would be a worthy inclusion. Adding the new notes to the project, Meallan pulled up the old Nyx blueprints model and stared at it.

He then started to remove pieces, much like it was a childs play, pulling it apart all the while calling the projects in hand and adding them one by one, until it was a different ship that was spinning in a hologram in front of him. He pulled the outer hull plates and threw it to the side. It was an almost bare bone look at it, with only the inner armor plating, made in his alloy, covering what was important in it. The standard outer ablative armor plating alongside the hull paneling wouldn't do that was certain.

"You'll need some proper clothes, girl. Iris and Molby won't do enough. You'll need something way proper for a one of a kind gal. A dress that will make the other girls envy. A one of a kind dress to a one of a kind gal."

Pulling up the specs of a rare element, it was everything he needed. Light, uniform, flexible and above all else capable of diverting a lot of energy thrown at it. Much more than the top of the line outer hull technology out there. Calculating on a side document, the ship would lose a whole ton in overall mass while increasing hull integrity. He nodded. Slimming down a ship is as vital as increasing its protection and this material is what he needed.

Opening up a long single-burst encrypted comm, he sent a message to his benefactor with his requirements. More money and Narcrahtite. A lot of it. He sat back and called on Levy before locking the fridge. He needed the man focused to know if he could work with with Narcra. If not, Meallan would have to go back to the workshop and teach them all.

RE: Nemesis - Thunderer - 07-31-2018

"It's narcrahtite, boss.", Levy said before he even closed the door. "Not narcrahite, narcranite or whatever you called it." Closing it appeared to be a task harder than anticipated, because a squashed can of beer somehow found its way on the doorway. Maellan removed his sunglasses, Baldazeru already having left for the purposes of safety, and gave Levy a look. Levy, of course, didn't notice it, as he was busy unleashing his rage on the beer can -- not only because it was blocking the door, but also because he hated empty, former beer cans. "Yeah, sorry for the attitude, boss", he continued after having completed his perilous endeavour, "But is this a joke? Is there narcrahtite here?"

RE: Nemesis - Meallan - 07-31-2018

Meallan looked at Levy with a slightly surprised look, yet his mind did pointed out that he was the crew chief for something. He slid the sunglasses over the holo table and leaned on it, crossing his arms. With a smirk he nodded towards the fridge, inviting Levy for a cold one after all.

"Code is TACHYONSR0X. All caps. Get yourself one and one for me."

Levy's irises opened like it was the human biological response when something it loves appears in its sight. And not even twenty seconds later, Levy was happily tasting the cold beverage. Meallan sighed as he forgot to give him his. Walking towards the fridge, he opened it up and removed a cold one as well, leaning against the close door as he savoured the sound of opening the can.

"So.. What do you know about narcrahtite? And no. We don't have any... yet."

RE: Nemesis - Thunderer - 07-31-2018

For Levy, cracking open a cold one with the boys was, as Camus and Nietzsche could agree if they ever met, what turned him from a Sisyphus into an überman. It was the Godot he waited for every day, every hour and every minute. It was the ambrosia that filled the grail which was his existential meaning. Cracking open a cold one with his boss was almost as good, but there he could not be as much of an überman, merely Sisyphus when he reaches the top of the mountain. But the tingling of senses by the thousands of tiny bubbles whose continuous bursting released an ether of bliss, shadowed his judgement like the wall of Plato's Cave. This allowed his Manipura Chakra to open and let free a rolling tsunami of ecstasy. In Greek, "ecstasy" means "detached from the body", or "leaving the body". And this is exactly what it meant for Levy. What he let free from his body was a thunderous burp.

That was not what he knew about narcrahtite.

It took him a couple of moments to stabilize his breathing.
"Literally the God Particle, or whatever that bald dude's kind calls it. Arrange the molecules in proper form, an' you can have anythin' you want. Wanna superlight insulator? You can have it. Wanna superlight insulator that's also superhard, superelastic and super... I dunno... beer taste preservin'? You can have it. You juuuust have to arrange the molecules in proper form. Thing is, wherever it's found in nature, if that thing's even natural, it's a very brittle crystal. Y'know, like diamond and graphite. The molecules are arranged so that they let every electromagnetic wavelength through, except purple, but they ain't doin' nuthin' else. Like gays. An' if ya try workin' it with standard tools, it'll break 'n' shatter. I've only read about that stuff though, but never seen it in real life. Let alone held it in muh hands. But I'd give all the world's beer to try!... Well, maybe not all the world's, just a can maybe.... a big one, though."

RE: Nemesis - Meallan - 08-01-2018

Surprised without a doubt. That was the state Meallan was. That big bear of a man that looked as much of a slob as any given hobo knew his stuff. He truly knew his job. And no wonder he was the chief in the Revenant. Talent does come from the most unexpected of places. Meallan smirked and sipped his beer.

"I know of a way to work it. You have to keep it cool, 2 Kelvin tops, in vaccum. If you don't do that, it's busted already. Then put it in a chamber with ultraviolet rad emitters and filled with Helium. Flash heat it to 300 Kelvin. And then use the emitters to transform into the shape we want."

Levy listened to the process and burped once again, when Meallan was finished. He pointed at the fridge for seconds and Meallan nodded. If anyone would ask for a detailed invoice of this project would flip his head at the beer cost.

"Yeah, not easy. You miss a Kelvin, you're done. It turns to glass and breaks. You bump it, it breaks. Too much UV, it breaks. Too little and too much of anything, it bloody breaks. I don't have the specific UV rad setting as well or what each one actually do, so we'll have to get all frequencies up to test. From 10 up to the 400. Meanwhile, we'll set up a EVA box and robotics to do it, while the narcra is a no-show. As for the rest, we'll keep on working on what we have to do. Your boys already started making the Iridium-Molydebnum alloy for the inner plates?"

RE: Nemesis - Thunderer - 08-04-2018

"Uhhh... Yeah, we started it. But our welder reported blind today. Dunno what's wrong with the dude, he always used a helmet. The pervert might have finally got his eyes poked out by a high heel, who knows. He's already entered the women's room by accident several times."

He stirs slightly to make room for his ever larger beer belly.

"I could replace him for a bit, I guess... But I can't watch the boys with that helmet, I can barely see the white ones, an' they're all greased up in motor oil head to toe." He looks inside his already empty can of beer. "Maybe I could see better if I was drunker..."