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 The Empire of Tyramon | Vara nodded. ****** Glass bottles, ethanol, sawdust, and a square meter of old cloth were brought. ****** Delegata smiled mischievously. Her right hand duplicated itself, allowing her to hold the wine and simultaneously feel Iblion's rear end. The blood from Delegata's arm continued to flow, much more and far faster than from any human. Blood began to fill Lithalia's stomach, still connected to Delegata and under her control. The sensation of euphoria for Lithalia was amplified by Delegata. "Actually, I'm the one who will have to go back. If I ever can, that is." | |
 The Federation of Aerlanica | "Well, if it's a wave all you need to do is tune the wave to create enough destructive interference that nothing happens, if it's like a tether or a signal all you need to do is jam it. Then again, both things could work the same way for internal processes." Tabitha turned to Vara. ****** The Aerlanicans got to work. Taking some soap from their back pockets, they shaved half a bar into the bottles along with a few handfuls of sawdust before filling the rest of the bottle with ethanol and stiring everything together to make an almost sludge like mixture. After tearing off, and inserting, a strip of cloth into the top, they soaked the cloth in ethanol and lit the cloth. Once the flame was burning, they handed it to the Palaric took a run up before throwing it a good five meters at a target being used for archery (after the expensive arrow shafts were removed). The bottle shattered. The mixture ignited thanks to the ethanol causing a plume of smoke to appear, and due to it's high viscosicty it stuck to the target, burning furiously. The sight elicited a guilty giggle from the Palaric, who gave the gathered Du Poians an exaggerated bow. "Call it what you will," the Aerlanic-Khanian murmured, "The Roodem Cocktail, the Democracy Brew, Firebottles or Anarchist Smoothies...they get the job done." "And don't think them assholes can hide away in tin cans, that mixture will cook them like snag in an oven and find it's way through any crack, get them all hot and bothered in the wrong way." the Palaric commented, occasionally stealing his gaze to the target, obviously entranced by the flames. (Sawdust i thought would be a good substitute for Styrofoam in this instance but results may vary. I do not endorse the use of Molotov Cocktails on humans, only fascists, commies and any other authoritarian and dictatoral individuals. Do not try to make Molotov Cocktails at home unless said home is under attack at which point go butt wild my guy. Please Interpol do not arrest me) ****** Iblion caressed Delegata's head. He laughed as he drunk his glass. Lithalia, however, continued to draw blood from Delegata for a few more moments before she withdrew, wiping her lips. "Mistress," She said with a playful lust, "you taste...wonderful..." Now she turned to Iblion. She moved onto the couch and gave Iblion puppy-dog eyes and pouted. It would have been pathetic if it was not coming from a psychotic, demonic, sado-masochistic entity that saught nothing but power and personal pleasure. "Master, if you would be so kind as to grant me permission to let me play with her." Iblion looked to Lithalia and let out a chuckle. "To the world in our hands, as Demon Emperor and Empress." ****** "If he is like from the stories, he will always come back," Eastrid said firmly and with a nod, "no matter what, no matter the obstacle." | |
| The Empire of Tyramon | Vara shook her head. ****** The Du Pou people were initially shocked and then greatly impressed. The sergeant gave an approving nod. ****** "The universe is in our hands, my dear, the universe!" "He's...not like anyone from any story I've read. And he anyways has no idea where I am. And...I...may have told him not to follow me anyways." | |
| The Federation of Aerlanica | Tabitha shrugged. She let out a giggle. ****** "No worries." The Aerlanic-Khanian held out her hand. "Rare?" "Because I'm one in a million." She replied with a grin. ****** The wine tasted like...wine. It had no other traces of malevolent substances. Iblion smiled. Eastrid frowned. | |
| The Empire of Tyramon | Vara raised an eyebrow. ****** The Sergeant nodded, a bit confused. ****** Delegata hadn't been expecting anything malevolent. In the mean time, Lithalia began to feel immense hunger...for food. Thoughts of pork chops, eggs, and steamed vegetables popped into her head. Corali paused. Those wouldn't be her first choice of adjectives to describe Spencer. | |
| The Federation of Aerlanica | Tabitha shrugged. They entered a underground room, empty save for a makeshift tabel made of planks and crates, another crate, as well as eight barrels, labeled with numbers descending by ten from 20 all the way to -50. Clustered in the corner were some towels, as well as a heater. Each was filled with water, and upon the table lay strewn notes, pencils, erasers, pens and other scattered writing and recording implements including a thermometer. As the multilingual Vara approached, she saw that the notes were written in Monsonian, and gave a basic outline of the background of the test, as well as her prior research and the materials and method. "Here we are...I've thirty six bottles, approximating around thirty six litres. Pour four in to each barrel, and start stirring; I'll get the rock salt." Tabitha walked over to the third crate and with a single hand (and using her nails) peeled off the lid. She reached in and lifted a ten kilogram bag of rock salt and walked over to a barrel. "I've enlisted some of the girls to be little test subjects," Tabitha explained as she used her nail to cut a slit in the bag, causing the rock salt to tumble into the first barrel, "so they should be arriving sometime soon." ****** The Aerlanicans began a production line, and soon every minute they were making about eight or so bottles. They motioned for others to observe, and showed them how to make the bottles, instructing them that while measurments werent really important, consistency was advisable to ensure every bottle worked the same. Mika, or Rare, as she was called, oversaw most of the production, and began training the people in how to throw them, instructing them to try and throw them hard enough to break, but to maintain propper accuracy lest they injure themselves. ****** Lithalia frowned; she never felt hunger before...well, not outside of eating lavish meals, however she never felt an exerted need to eat. However, her wish to serve her masters superseeded her personal wishes, and she remained sitting obediently until she was dismissed. As Delegata's smoke wrapped into and around Iblion, she sensed a small "core" of sorts around where his heart was. Delegata deduced that this was similar to the core Iblion thrust the celestium into when he subjugated Azerian. However, Delegata could immediately tell that Iblion was enjoying himself, as he let out a small giggle of pleasure. "Delegata...you're really raising the bar here." He said playfully. Eastrid tilted her head to the side. | |
| The Empire of Tyramon | Vara began pouring as instructed. ****** As one would expect, they didn't get it right away, but after some time they began to get the hang of building and throwing the bottles. The Sergeant watched as Rare was teaching. He raised the occasional question. ****** A voice responded from somewhere - everywhere - in the mist. "Well...he isn't the best at that sort of thing..." | |
| The Federation of Aerlanica | "Resistance to most ballistic and energy-based small arms, resistance to heat, physical capabilities exceeding most, if not all, normal humans, the psychic pherimones of course, as well as the energy we were talking about earlier. We can break down most fibres and structures for sustinence in our stomach, meaning we can eat grass. Furthermore we've a complete invulnerability to diseases, including sexually transmitted ones, and even if we do get sick, our body can heal in no time...on that, there was a Succubi who broke her wrists to get out of the old probation cuffs...you can thank her for the collar." Tabitha shaked the last of the rock salt into the barrel. "Due to the fact that we've mostly lived in warm environments, I'm unsure if we've a resistance to cold, hence this experiment...I also dont know if we need to eat or not." She paused part way through lifting a bag of rock salt. "I'll make a note of that." She told herself. ****** "Against some of the ah...like federal ones i've seen. Nope; most of them are hybrid fighters and are airtight. If it's flammable...maybe? but for jetcraft or such you probably want to aim for the air intake, engine, or anywhere it may look like there's a gap that leads to a critical system. Maybe even popping a hatch and chucking one in may work but you're relying on the morons to not lock the thing." She shrugged. Rare looked to the skies. ****** Iblion smiled as he caressed her form. He caressed her cheek. ******* Eastrid seemed cofused, but nodded. | |
 The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas | Connie shakes her head. “Even if she wasn’t already dead, me and Cait are never gonna let that happen.”
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| The Empire of Tyramon | Vara paused and turned to Tabitha, some shock showing on her face. ****** The Sergeant stared blankly, confused by many of the words. ****** Delegata shrugged. ****** (Shall we wait for Kansas?) | |
| The Federation of Aerlanica | Tabitha nodded. Tabitha shrugged. ****** "If you can't reach it, and it's airtight and non-flammible, it probably won't work." Rare simplified. ****** Iblion smiled. Lithalia bowed. She vanished into motes of red light. ****** (Seems we've been beaten to the punch haha) Tsarina nodded. "A natural emotion to have." Harold commented. Eastrid nodded, squeezing Kenji's hand. | |
| The Empire of Tyramon | "Oh? Are you so eager to go into battle?" ****** The Sergeant nodded. ****** Delegata smiled. Delegata led Iblion on a tour of Aerlanica, and she picked about a hundred people from across the nation, making sure to vary widely in every possible way." ( | |
| The Federation of Aerlanica | "Well it would have been interesting to see how demonic anatomy holds up against coilguns...I mean, for me it would have been for purely research purposes; in our lifetime, no demonic army has ever swept forth against coil weaponry, would they be repelled similarly to how normal ballistics cannot pierce our flesh." She shrugged. Vara frowned. Tabitha shrugged. ******* "I dunno...would be hard to do; havent heard of a cannonball meant to break and ignite on impact...maybe if you used a sort of...slingshot with a pot of the stuff? would be tricky and space inefficient." ****** She managed to pluck a wide range of individuals; most of them were adults, but a few adolescents and children were among them. There was a close to 50/50 split between males and females. (?) | |
| The Empire of Tyramon | "I understand the curiosity, but that seems like a rather destructive and deadly experiment. Would it really be worth it?" ****** "Perhaps, perhaps not. That would depend on how effective it is in combat. If it can cook through armor without having to break the armor, then it is definitely worth it." ****** Delegata reconsidered her plans and got more people, now totaling 500. Delegata put them all into individual gray box rooms, giving them no way to see or hear anyone or anything beyond themselves. Then, one by one, they were brought before Delegata. She asked them what they could do, and they were given a chance to impress her, perhaps with immense loyalty, a skill, or something similar. She made it clear that life would be much better for them if they were able to impress her. She expected many to waste their chance and foolishly try to escape or harm her, so she used her psychic powers to convince them that trying to impress Delegata was the best course of action. Excluded from this was any child under the age of ten. For these children, she would talk to them and offer them toys, asking what they wanted and perhaps if they wanted to be a certain creature, in which case she would shift them into that creature (albeit not necessarily exactly to their wishes; primarily, all were kept at roughly the same size as they were before). In all cases, she began psychically encouraging them to think of her as their loving mother, and to slowly forget any old family they had. She also placed spells on them: whenever they acted in an evil manner, they would get a tiny rush and become slightly stronger and slightly more demonic or beastly. | |
 The Democratic Khanate of Rei Khan | "I feel fine. Its her I'm worried about. She'll learn, but she really has no clue?" "Uh...okay. I don't know if I can do this." She laughed nervously. "What would you suggest?" | |
| The Federation of Aerlanica | Tabitha frowned as she dumped another bag of rock salts into the barrel. She grimaced in thought. "You know...I never really considered thinking of it in that way...I always asked if I could, and not if I should." ****** "Well the stuff we mixed in the bottles heats up and seeps through armor so that should help...and lets be real here, if a cannonball hits you, being on fire is the least of your worries." ****** Many were rebellious, but only a handful were still disobedient after Delegata's psychic infractions. One was a curious sight, however; not only did this woman remain completely immune to Delegata's psychic suggestions, but Delegata couldn't even sense her mind. Iblion explained this as the person being "Psychically deaf". More or less one of the rarest mutations an entity could have, it effectively made their mind unable to connect to their surroundings, making them incapable of suffering from psychic phenomena, but also unable to develop psychic abilities. Iblion himself was surprised to have even stumbled across one in Aerlanica, commenting that the most he'd ever seen on a single planet was about three to four hundred individuals. He suggested simply killing the woman, as removing the mutation would take "a prolonged period of time" Regardless, all the adults showed Delegata their abilities; from showcasing their craftmanship or artisanal abilities from carpentry to blacksmithing to poetry, to conducting ad-lib performances of singing, dancing or instrument playing. A few boasted about their combat prowess, while others meekly rattled off a few niche talents. As for the children, in typical child-like fashion, several commented the animals they wished to be, from creatures of the forest, to more exotic animals, and even to some fantastical fauna only seen in storybooks. However nearly all of them began calling her "mother", "ma", "mum" or "mummy" (for the more juvenile). All of them were obedient, but soon they were constantly clashing with one another both for their personal pleasure and to impress Delegata. Iblion observed with curiosity, and remained behind Delegata. "Seems like you've a gameplan here...care to share or are you going to be a tease." Iblion asked playfully. | |
| The Empire of Tyramon | "Everyone - even scientists - have a responsibility to question if they are doing the right thing. Sometimes that is asking if the experiment will be harmful to its subjects beyond the benefits of the experiment. Other times, that means asking if the results of the experiment will be harmful to the world." Vara nodded. Vara sighed. ****** The Sergeant paused and thought. ****** Delegata shook her head and smiled. Delegata kept the immune woman alive, purely out of curiosity. Delegata set aside the most loyal, most impressive hundred or so people and began experimenting with the rest. A few were turned into stone golems of sorts. Then Delegata had a better idea and turned some people into metal golems: she removed all flaws from them and made them beautiful before turning them into metal. They had no hinges, but they were still able to move. Their metal was flexible when they needed it to be but hard and stiff to the touch. She also tried a variety of metals. There were also a few demon variants, beasts, and whatever else came to mind. Delegata cared for the children, sometimes duplicating herself to care for more of them at once. ****** Lithalia's stomach began to grow rapidly; she was pregnant somehow, but it was an accelerated pregnancy. | |
| The Federation of Aerlanica | Tabitha frowned. She tapped her head. "When I was changed into a Succubus, my memories didn't translate. Sure, muscle memory and basic skills such as literacy, vocabulary and so forth crossed over but...not that sort of stuff." She shrugged before she lifted up another bag of rock salts. "...I mainly read up on scientific papers and educational materials Harmony smuggled back; not much of a fan of geography or history or even contemporary information." ****** "If it's in space, probably not; the molecules are larger than air ones, so they're probably not going to sneak through airtight spaces...hell...even watertight areas won't work." There was another shrug from Rare. ****** Iblion shrugged. While it took Delegata a considerable ammount of time to change the Aerlanicans, Iblion was soundly impressed by Delegata's menagerie of different constructs, demons and beasts. His hands often inspected these entities, who were all obedient to Delegata. As for the children, they too were gazed upon by Iblion who gave Delegata the distance she needed to properly care for them. He was a bit perplexed as to the purpose of caring for what he called was an "Overglorified Orphanage", but nethertheless seemed to have faith in her process. ****** Lithalia, upon even so much as deducing she was pregnant, squealed with delight and immediately rushed back to her palace. ** ** ** Compared to Lithalia's Palace, Nelly's mansion was but a small shed. Huge spires topped with crimson-pink pendants reached into the skies with walkways connecting them together, terraced gardens and an abundance of courtyards were presence in contrast to the grey stone, many bearing crimson-pink flowers or sculptures of various Succubi in revealing, vulnerable or lustful poses. Hundreds of Succubi's, all bearing a small, ruby choker, scuttled about conducting their daily buisness, lounging in the gardens or stealing away to one of the thousands of rooms that lined the spiderweb of crimson carpeted marble corridors, littered with plant pots, end tables and other lavish furnishings. Some Succubi were alone, others led thralls both male and female, all scantily clad and all obediently trotting along behind their owners. The relative monotony was broken with the arrival of Lithalia, heralded by the clashing of bells in their high towers and the murmur that spread through the palace like wildfire. Many lined the main avenue to the central building; Lithalia's personal chambers which dominated a circular, cathedral-esque construct. Within this chamber, a huge dome structure reached a central skylight shining down upon a sizeable, circular bed with crimson silk sheets upon a raised Dias, at least five meters off the floor. Scattered around it was large open space filled with pillows, couches and rugs red and purple in hue. Lithalia, who now appeared three months pregnant, hurried to the central chamber barking orders as she went, interspersed with joyous proclamations. Bursting through the grand doors of the chamber and followed by a flock of succubi, she squealed with joy. "Quickly, hurry, we must prepare for the child! you there, find me a doctor and enthrall him to deliver the child." "Yes, Mistress Lithalia." "You, place the palace on high alert; we must ensure no jealous parties steal my mantle of the first succubi giving birth to a child." "Right away, Mistress Lithalia." "You two, get me some water and some strawberries-," "Yes, Mistress Lithalia." "-and you over there put on some calming music." "Your usual, Mistress Lithalia?" "Of course you dumb bitch, now hurry along! it must be perfect." Lithalia, now followed by till about four Succubi, was quickly helped to assemble more or less a net. Discarding her clothes that were becoming hard to wear due to her slowly growing stomach, Lithalia allowed her succubi to create a nest of pillows and rugs. "The rest of you," Lithalia demanded, still slightly breathless and slowly caressing her belly, "worship your princess...she shall be beautiful." Immediately they began caressing Lithalia's womb, planting kisses upon it and praising the still growing child almost religiously. Lithalia smiled widely as it happened, slowly laying back into the nest of pillows and smiling, closing her eyes to the sounds of praise to her child, and the sensation of the kisses upon her belly. "I'm going to be a mother." She murmured, a tear of joy welling up in her eye. | |
| The Empire of Tyramon | "Well, in short, both Tyramon and Aerlanica have destroyed their environments. Tyramon has been at it a while, but some time before I was born nuclear weapons were invented and used - used enough to make the whole place radioactive. The people are dying to radiation poisoning and cancer. Aerlanica...I'm not as familiar with their history, but in their Civil War, they turned a paradise into a hellhole. Chemical weapons that killed millions and poisoned the environment. The most deadly, most cruel weapon that I know of was Dead Man's Breath. The slightest whiff could kill or at least seriously injure." Vara sighed. ****** "Well...with the large, armored warships, all you can do is aim for holes in the armor. If anything could hit armor and have the slightest effect, it may just change the course of the war." ****** Delegata explained that the children were sort of like what Iblion had intended with having a child. Of course, they would take a back seat to the child that Delegata and Iblion eventually had. But it was essentially a deeper level of molding them. Delegata let Iblion explore her menagerie. She made a few beasts disobedient and strong for wrestling and fighting, but she told Iblion not to hurt them too badly if he went at it with them. The people who had been most disobedient were used for torture for the purpose of pleasure, which Delegata began to enjoy more and more. When torturing them, Delegata took on the same appearance she had with Gatraka, occasionally with different details. ****** The delivery was normal, though much faster than normal. The child was a girl with bright blue (almost cyan) skin, a bit darker blue of curly hair, and bright blue eyes. | |
| The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas | Connie sighs softly. "So do I. I'm sure she'll be fine."
Max shakes his head with a wistful smile. "Everything she ever did growing up revolved around tennis. All her friends were tennis players, every birthday she asked for new tennis stuff-- she never even really watched normal tv shows or movies unless they were about tennis. She never cared about anything beyond that until you came along. So this... is totally new to her." He laughs softly. "To be fair, I was exactly the same way. Having Macy was the scariest thing that ever happened to me. August knows it wasn't easy at first. But it was also the best thing that ever happened to me, she taught me that there's a world beyond that court. And hopefully you and Michael will do the same for her." Noelle flashes a reassuring smile. "Of course you can do this. You're my star, just be yourself." Kira shrugs and takes Kyra's hand. "I have no idea. What do normal people do right after they get married?" She chuckles softly. | |
| The Empire of Tyramon | Corali was amazed by the place. As she meandered through the history section, she began to get frustrated while reading on the political systems of Kansas throughout history. She turned to Luca. | |
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| The Empire of Tyramon | "Wow, that's really neat. It is really strange though how peaceful the history of Kansas is...then again, I may just be saying that because Tyramon is just the complete opposite." | |
 The Intergalactic Federation of Roxium | Shingukai Seconds after being contacted, the battle corvette begins moving, or rather, rotating, as its reaction control thrusters fire. It aligns itself with a seemingly random point in space before a slight energy spike is detected as its hyperwarp drive spools up. As Alena is sensitive to magic, she likely begins sensing a very faint signal of sorts originating from somewhere above, the source being the battle corvette's magitek systems responsible for FTL travel becoming active. Some time later, a pulse of energy is detected nearly 1,800 kilometers above Kemptburge. Something has exited FTL travel, but this time, non of Shingukai and Monsone's radars are detecting anything... Unknown to them, Cicada, still determined to keep an eye on Spencer, decided to swap out the battle corvette for a new small ship capable of both hyperwarp and cloaking... CEVA "Unfortunately, I don't have the authorization to contact Cicada Command. Because of how Cicada is structured, communications with Cicada Command are heavily restricted. From what I know, communications between Cicada-14 and Cicada Command are 'one-way', meaning no one in Cicada-14 are able to call Cicada Command, not even Inaki. The only way Cicada-14 can talk with Cicada Command is for Cicada Command to call them first." Somewhere near the planet the Aerlanican-Khanian is on. Through shear chance, a Roxium United Armed Force Macross-class battle destroyer exits hyperwarp in orbit above the camp. It is just barely visible in the sky. | |
| Monsone | Kemptburge, Shingukai "Please don't go do something suicidal like that." Urged Ta'lhqejk. "Obviously this information matters to me quite a bit, but not enough to sacrifice your life over it. The last thing you need is to be captured by a megalomaniac with no restraint. Given this, I probably should rephrase my question." "Hmm?" Asked Alena after rubbing her eye once more. "Do you happen to know anybody who could point me towards Iblion's current location? I don't really care how trustworthy or morally upright they are so long as their information is accurate. Surely there is somebody who might have a notion of where Iblion is." Ta'lhqejk asked Alena before setting out a clear parameter. "But, I must ask of you not to do something foolish. You're sleepy, you're weary. Your mind is not in its best state of being, and thus you must rest. Spencer needs you right now. Thus your place is, for now, by his side." "Now, I really would hate to sound rude, but I do need any pertinent information you have. Time isn't really on our side, it seemingly never was." Pointed out Ta'lhqejk while staring briefly out the cafeteria's window. "And still, those who dare to play games continue to do so, fearful of being exposed for who they truly are. Unwilling to cooperate, yet too afraid to act with the bluntness and disregard an imperialist nation does." ------------------------------------------- "Gone again! How shockingly impressive, the cowards are scared of us. They don't even decide to make contact over the radio, they just run like vermin into the shadows! They're disgraces, disappointments!" Cursed a man dressed in a military officer's uniform while staring at a radar screen. "How cowardly are they to run from a radio transmission! They lack the dignity to even respond before departing! Idiots!" "Well, not quite gone, Colonel." Said a lower-ranking officer. "An energy spike indicates they may have returned with a smaller craft. Unfortunately, our radars cannot detect anything within the vicinity that could even remotely approximate the craft. We would need to use a telescope to scan the entire sky for the craft. An impossible task." "Rejected, Second Lieutenant. Telescopes won't work during the day. We'll merely humiliate ourselves. Not to mention, we don't have telescopes! We're the Imperial Air Force, not a university! We fight enemies in the air, not search for stars!" Barked the colonel as the second lieutenant nodded. "With all due respect, Colonel, sir, there might be a way." Interjected a first lieutenant. "How so, First Lieutenant? Perhaps you can enlighten us on how we can find this mysterious ship, which may not even exist. Please, tell me. I am listening." The colonel mocked the first lieutenant. "Enlighten me!" He roared. "The University of Kemptburge has a telescope that can work within these parameters. It is a deep-space capable telescope similar to the ones the Monsonians have. It can work during the day, with the distances in question easily within the limited visual range the telescope would have in the middle of the day. Theoretically, it should be able to spot a craft." Replied the first lieutenant, leaving the colonel speechless. "Impressive. Very impressive." He said calmly. "I must commend your pragmaticism, First Lieutenant, save I also must criticize you harshly. See, you overlooked a very important detail. You don't simply POINT a telescope AROUND in the hope of finding SOMETHING! HOW will we find this stupid craft that our radars cannot detect?! HOW!" The colonel suddenly roared. "Don't we have a LIDAR array, sir? If not, I assume that the University of Kemptburge would have one." Asked the first lieutenant in a calm tone of voice. "That might just work." Sighed the colonel. "Perhaps we will catch a lucky break and be able to detect the craft by bouncing light waves off of it. Then, we use the telescope to lock on and observe the craft while we find a way to train our conventional defenses onto it." "Would you like me to request the university's assistance?" Asked the second lieutenant. "I'll do it." Said the colonel. ------------------------------------------- "Yes, this is Professor Leon Kedičijnskijle." Said a man in a suit as he picked up his cell phone. "Yes, the new telescope is available. Yes, it can work during the daytime. The military you say? Well, it is currently on standby and can be used. A LIDAR array? Yes, we have one. Correct, it can be used for object spotting in deep space. Do you need to use it as well? Understood. At what time will you need the telescope and array? Immediately you say? Yes, I can accommodate that for you. Yes, that does work. Alright, excellent. Have a technician guide you in, and they'll tell you what to do." Said the professor as he intermittently spoke into his phone before hanging it up. "Who was that?" Asked a woman in a lab coat. "The military." Responded the professor. "They're going to use our new telescope and the associated LIDAR array. And yes, we are getting compensated for this use." |
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