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Post by The Huntress on Sept 21, 2019 20:21:41 GMT
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Advanced Mechanics and Defense Concepts Research and Development New Alexandria, Reach
The grey-blue eyes were still staring blearily at the amassed set of what was clearly augmentive powered armor. It looked like it was a Mjolnir combat suit, but the last such suit of weaponized armor she had seen was barely acceptable for a display at the military history museum in New Alexandria. Form and visual had been the only thing those suits could be restored for after the abuse and damage they had endured in the Machine War.
This, however. This was functional. The micro-fusion reactor inside of it was a model four centuries obsolete, and yet it still had power, allowing her enough prodding to see the reactive circuits and a liquid nano-crystalline structure made of polymerized lithium niobocene respond in a way that made her own developed myomer look like child's play in comparison. She comprehended the technology without question, no one could question that, and she had no doubts she could match it given full freedoms of technologies development. And admittedly, her own work on the ÆSIR project had been given a number of development aims and directed course goals that did not follow the same lines as this suit.
But what baffled her was the intensive level of augmenting ratios that this suit apparently imparted. All the data that had been recovered from the nearly ruined SRA servers and mainframes after the devastating infiltration and cyberware attack in 2561 had painted a picture of super soldiers that were twice as good as the best unaltered human; twice as fast, twice as strong, with reactive reflexes on a level of nano-seconds, and the suits they had worn had gone on to double those attributes as well. But what she was looking at here was something on the order of amplifying physical strength and reactive reflexes up to six times that of whomever had worn it.
Even her own ÆSIRs would have likely been severely injured, possibly crippled, trying to use this armor without intense conditioning for faster reaction control and further reinforcement of their joints to handle the sheer force.
“Doctor Stark, are you alright?”
Those same worn eyes blinked in surprise as she redirected her attention away from the powered armor, and to the holographic form that was ‘standing’ on the table in patience and attentiveness. “I’m sorry, Miranda. Just looking this thing over and...taken a bit back.”
The glowing soft blue figure took a few steps across the examination table, focus on the aged face and grey-touched reddish-blonde hair of the woman who had conceived not only the powered armors of the ÆSIRs, but the very process that transformed normal men and women into near-superhuman reflections of themselves. Something that to this day did little to console Theodora Stark despite all that her work had accomplished.
“Doctor Stark, I think you need to be more honest with yourself. It’s been ten years to the day since the massacre. You've never done well since.”
The woman blinked again. Her first instinct was to deny any such issues, but as she looked to the holo-projected clock, Stark realized she would only be denying it to herself; Miranda was completely correct. “I miss them all,” she muttered as she took a moment to rub her eyes and grab the rubber coated metal mug that held a decent amount of still hot coffee. A sip from the mug, and Doctor Stark returned her attentions to the suit laying out in front of her. “Unfortunately, the needs of state and stars demand my energies more than mourning for those lost a decade now. Golem needs me back on task, and I’m not sure what Borjigin wants done with this thing. It’s not like ÆSIR is going to suddenly be reactivated.”
“Truthfully, if it was advised, I’m sure Kea'ton wouldn’t be so eager to deny funding as Vog'l was to shut the program down once he declared victory.” The image simmered as Miranda walked across the table again, passing through the armor and emerging from the helmet. A moment later, her projection recalibrated for increased size resolution. “I may only be a Macro, Doctor, but we were designed to be able to think and calculate a lot of variables.”
“You were also programmed for my daughter in particular, and are the only thing I have left of Ginny, her husband, and my granddaughter.” Stark paused a moment, taking a breath. As Miranda had pointed out, the date was always a hard one, even after ten years. “Hard to think, she'd have been thirteen today...”
Another silence, a sip from her mug, and Doctor Stark resumed her examination. “I have to admit, the design of this suit is ingenious. If we hadn’t been limited the resources we had, I’m probably could have gotten closer to this than the myomer layer had allowed. This amplification factor seems to be near the limits of the lithium niobocene nanocrystal though, you'd need something with higher energy resonance to get further multipliers. Vibranite, maybe...”
“Can vibranite be liquid processed?”
A nod was Stark’s response as she began tapping notes into her tablet. “I based the electroactive myomer muscle structure of the first gen ÆSIR suits on the nanotube network used in the Mjolnir suits Confed still had left from the Machine War.” After saving her work to the servers, she tapped on the screen to initiate a holographic interface over the powered armor. “Run full spectrum scan, Miranda.” After another sip, the engineering specialist sighed before moving around the table while observing the scanning process. “The myomer wasn’t as strong as far as lift and pull strength went, but it was more flexible, energy efficient, and enhanced movement and reflex reactions, cut the weight down too. Nanocrystal was always a thought I had for further generations to the suits, and we made a pair of prototypes for mark three, but then Krom was cracked open, and Vog'l immediately pulled all funding support as soon the fleet got back.”
It took a few minutes as the computers compiled everything, but soon enough, Stark had a holographic image of the suit and its internal components “standing” before her. It was curious now to see everything laid bare for her. “Miranda, see if you can access the suit’s operating systems. And send a message to Admiral Borjigin that I need to more information on where this suit came from. This is not the same Mjolnir as the fourth generation suits used in the Machine War.”
And that, Stark knew, was going to likely be something she'd not get a straight answer on. But if DAW was going to take her away from the Golem project, then she wanted some answers as to what they wanted her to do. Because if she had learned anything after this long of working military contracts and developing the entire ÆSIR division for fifteen years before the war, it was Advanced Warfare never just wanted to look at important things like this armor. They wanted something done with it, and that something likely meant ÆSIR was not as defunct as Vog'l had demanded.
Advanced Mechanics and Defense Concepts Research and Development New Alexandria, Reach
"Start from the top, Miranda. Recalibrate the feed loads to the new variables and run BIOS test sequence one-seven-one-one-epsilon."
"Acknowledged, doctor. Beginning test sequence."
The main screen blinked and filled with code, running the start-up of the internal operating systems as the woman known in military circles as "the mother of ÆSIR" watched the lights within the suit come to life. A soft blue glow emanated from specific open lines in the roughly constructed armor, revealing the active power flow from the new reactor she had devised.
"Vibranite catalyzer stable, power output registering one-seventy-five gigawatts an hour and holding."
Almost forty-three percent higher than the power output of the old ÆSIR armors from the war. The capacity fusion fuel would burn faster, that had been known going in, but considering they were looking at ending a possible new war before it started, the trade offs weren't as bad. And this was just a prototype model. "So far, so good." Stark rubbed the bridge of her nose, more from exhaustion than anything. "Run shielding test sequence alpha-two-one-eight, bring it to one quarter force resistance, then prep testing fire."
A nod from the holographic avatar as Miranda focused her attentions on the simulated keyboard. A few seconds later, a flash of golden light simmered over the armor, having generated from the glowing spaces in the armor plates. "One quarter force, Doctor Stark. Type-fifty-two level plasma charge readied."
A moment as she waited, gave a nod, and then watched as a double fire round fired from the emitter, impacting against the flare of golden hard llight. A surge crackles through the grid, triggering an alert, but after about three or four seconds, the warning tone quieted and the shielding flared again to restore to full set strength. Another series of shots, this time causing a flickering as three such bursts slammed against the shields and caused a total collapse.
"One quarter force seems to buckle at a range between three-seventy-five and four-fifty kilojoules. Recording test results, and preparing for next stage testing at one half force resistance."
A nod, and a low hum gave hint as to the shielding field increasing in power. Another series of bursts, four this time, and the shields crackled, yet held. At five, they surged and buckled, as Stark had been expecting.
"Seven-fifty kilojoules reached, doctor. Should we continue to three-fourths and up the power impact?"
"Take it to full resistance," the woman ordered as she tapped a few numbers into her data pad. "And set for an overcharge level burst." When the Macro avatar looked at her, almost nervously, Stark only shrugged. "We may as well test the T-52 overcharge energy force against the new shielding grid. It doesn't have the actual EMP surge, but it'll do."
"May I remind you what happened with the Generation One armor in this same test scenario?"
"Overcharge the power level, Miranda."
Suffice to say, the sparking support struts and alarms that brought security rushing to check on everything was enough to prove the Macro AI correct. Interestingly enough, however, was the smile as Stark found that, despite now being across the testing chamber and embedded in a wall with scorching on the outer plates, the prototype armor and its systems were still intact.
"Miranda, make a note of the radion cycles and adjust them. We need to up that output."