Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
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Taking the valves out and either putting them in backwards or, more likely, installing reversed versions. Or a totally new version designed for use in a vacuum.
Distance Learning for fun and profit...
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Not just valves. Consider why the hatches open outward.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
What is a hatch, but a valve for people?
20. Interlude - Gravity Falls...
- Location
- The general area. Possibly behind you.
"Status report, Overwatch."
"Targets ten kilometers out from drop zone, Strike Leader. No indications of deviation from expected behavior. Orbit drop zone until targets optimally placed. Weapon release has been authorized."
"Roger, Overwatch. Orbiting drop zone awaiting final release command."
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The bus rumbled along the road, the occupants busying themselves with various activities. Hatchetface was right at the back, while the others were near the front of the stolen vehicle. Jack was driving while Manton followed in his beaten up van about half a kilometer back. Crawler, who barely fitted into the middle of the vehicle with a number of seats ripped out, was grumbling about something or other which everyone else was as usual ignoring.
Bonesaw was humming to herself as she played cards with a pair of her spiderbots, with Shatterbird sitting next to the girl reading a book and occasionally looking at her. Mannequin was in a seat on the other side of the bus working on one of his legs, which he'd detached and had half-disassembled next to him.
The Siberian was relaxing in a seat behind Bonesaw, apparently content to watch the world pass by outside.
"Are we nearly there yet?" Riley called without looking away from her cards. "Ooh, two pair!" She slapped the cards down and the spiderbots somehow seemed annoyed.
"Nearly, poppet," Jack called back, smiling a little. He peered through the dirty windscreen, the dust from the Nevada desert coating it in a yellow haze. "About a kilometer to go and we can stop and have some fun."
"Yay, fun!" Bonesaw bounced in her seat. Shatterbird sighed a little and turned the page. "We haven't had fun for days!"
"Soon, love. It's a little place, but I think it will be amusing. And we can get something to eat as well."
"I could go for a burger," Shatterbird commented. "I'm starving."
"So am I," Crawler rumbled from behind them.
"You're always hungry," she snapped.
"So?"
"So stop grumbling," the woman replied with a sigh.
"Hey, I just said I was hungry," the monstrous cape retorted, sounding hurt.
Shaking her head she put her book down and leaned forward to look out the windscreen. The lowering sun reflected off the windows of a couple of ramshackle buildings coming into sight around the curve of the road as they descended the slight hill and entered a small valley.
"Where the hell are we anyway?" she queried.
"About half way between Jackpot and Owyhee, according to the GPS," Jack replied, glancing at the instrument on the dashboard. "Or in other words the middle of nowhere. An ideal little place for a rest."
"Why do we have to take these stupid back roads?" she complained. "My back is killing me. This is nothing but gravel."
"We can hardly drive down the interstate, now, can we?" he said with a smile and a look back over his shoulder. "Far too much trouble. All those interfering people who get in the way… Better to be discreet until such time as we wish to announce ourselves, in my view."
She looked out the back window past the snoozing form of Hatchetface in the rear seat at the cloud of dust following them, and another one a few hundred meters away from the smaller van on their trail. "This is boring," she sighed.
"Well, we're here, so perhaps we can make it less boring now," he remarked, turning off the dirt road into the parking lot of what seemed to be a combined diner and gas station. A couple of rusty trucks were parked off to one side, absolutely covered in dust and giving the impression of being abandoned.
Looking out the window, Shatterbird frowned doubtfully. "This place is a dump. Are you sure there's even anyone here?"
Jack killed the engine then turned around in his seat. He waved at the building. "I can see lights inside, and the signs are all on, so I'm going with yes," he chuckled. "Let's go and introduce ourselves. Someone go and poke Hatchet Face, his snoring is irritating."
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"Targets in drop zone. Both vehicles parked, occupants entering location alpha. Stand by."
"Roger, Overwatch."
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"Where is everyone?" Bonesaw looked around the diner. It seemed normal, with the smell of food filling the large room, like someone had been cooking fairly recently, but no one seemed to be around.
Jack was frowning slightly. "I'm not sure," he admitted. Lifting the service flap he went behind the counter and peered into the kitchen. "Yoo hoo! Customers! Anyone here?"
Disappearing into the kitchen while the rest of them spread out, he finally reappeared with an unsatisfied expression on his face. "How strange. The fridge is full of food, everything looks normal, but there's no one there."
"No one in the back office either," Hatchet face reported as he returned.
"Weird." Shatterbird turned on the spot. "Did they somehow know we were coming?"
"I can't see how, we didn't know for sure we were heading this way until this morning," Jack remarked, looking thoughtfully at the till. He idly pulled a can of coke out of the fridge under the counter and popped the tab, taking a sip, then tossing Riley one when she seemed hopeful. "I don't like this."
"Maybe we should look around some more," Crawler, who was looking in through the doorway being too large to fit properly, said. "I can smell people around here somewhere. It's faint, but..."
After a little thought, Jack shrugged. "Might as well. If they're hiding, we'll find them sooner or later. I really want a steak and I don't want to cook it."
He tapped the relevant key on the till and looked at the contents of the cash drawer when it popped open. "Still full of money," he added, helping himself. "So they can't have gone far, I think."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Strike Leader, final authorization confirmed. Release first package on location alpha."
"Copy release command. Package away."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Twenty kilometers up and thirty downrange, a small machine separated from a considerably larger one cruising in a huge circle centered on the tiny town of Gudge, Nevada. A town that had less than sixty permanent inhabitants, all of whom had been hastily evacuated only two hours earlier.
The small machine orientated itself in under a second, waited until it was two hundred meters from its parent craft, then accelerated hard.
Two and a half seconds later it penetrated the roof of Gwen's Dine and Gas, moving at more than ten times the speed of sound. One and a half meters from the floor the payload activated.
An artificially generated gravitational field instantly sprang into life, exerting a force of nearly fifty thousand g over a zone more than two hundred meters in radius. Everything in that zone was pulled towards the center at over four hundred and ninety kilometers per second squared, the entire spherical zone collapsing into nearly degenerate matter almost instantly. It happened so quickly that to the outside observer it was as if a crater close to half a kilometer across and a quarter deep simply appeared in the ground.
The machine burned out in less than thirty milliseconds, the field collapsing immediately and allowing the device generating it to be destroyed. As the gravitational pull vanished the infalling material, heated far past its vaporization temperature by the sheer kinetic energy alone and moving at nearly fifteen kilometers per second, flashed brilliantly outwards again in a vast explosion that flattened everything within multiple kilometers and roared up the slopes of the small mountains surrounding the valley the town had been built in. Rising hot air from the enormous release of energy created a huge mushroom cloud that roiled high into the atmosphere over the next few minutes, the inflowing air at ground level pulling the fire and smoke caused by the release of thermal energy into the plume along with the vaporized remains of everything that had constituted the town, and the targets of the experimental weapon.
When the effects finally subsided, nothing was left but an enormous hole where a small collection of buildings had once been, with a couple of streams slowly starting to fill it with water which hissed and steamed over the torn, hot rock. No trees were left standing for kilometers, but the damage was mostly limited to the valley itself, the mountains having provided a safety barrier that limited the destruction to an acceptable level.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Confirmed hit, Overwatch. Target neutralized."
"Roger, Strike Leader. Mission successful. Return to base for debrief."
"Roger, Overwatch. Strike Leader out."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Secretary Robinson smiled grimly as he examined the satellite feed. "Excellent work, everyone. Now if only the PRT had done their job, we wouldn't have had to buy out an entire town. Still, it's a relatively minor cost all things considered." He turned to the man standing next to him who was watching with a neutral expression.
"I think that counts as a concrete result from our friend's work, Sir" he added with a slight chuckle.
"I would have to agree on that point," the President of the US replied soberly. "A somewhat terrifying one as well."
"No residual radiation worth speaking of, very little outside damage, and no chance of biological contamination," Robinson noted. "The heat of the detonation is far too high for anything to live through it. Unfortunately, scaling up the same weapon to deal with something like Ellisburg would be… impractical. We'll need a different approach in such cases."
"Let me know what you come up with," the other man said quietly, still looking at the huge screen displaying what happened when cutting edge superscience was deployed in anger. He shivered a little.
All that from one teenaged girl's work.
He was damn glad she was on their side...
Made a minor change to a small math error
"Targets ten kilometers out from drop zone, Strike Leader. No indications of deviation from expected behavior. Orbit drop zone until targets optimally placed. Weapon release has been authorized."
"Roger, Overwatch. Orbiting drop zone awaiting final release command."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The bus rumbled along the road, the occupants busying themselves with various activities. Hatchetface was right at the back, while the others were near the front of the stolen vehicle. Jack was driving while Manton followed in his beaten up van about half a kilometer back. Crawler, who barely fitted into the middle of the vehicle with a number of seats ripped out, was grumbling about something or other which everyone else was as usual ignoring.
Bonesaw was humming to herself as she played cards with a pair of her spiderbots, with Shatterbird sitting next to the girl reading a book and occasionally looking at her. Mannequin was in a seat on the other side of the bus working on one of his legs, which he'd detached and had half-disassembled next to him.
The Siberian was relaxing in a seat behind Bonesaw, apparently content to watch the world pass by outside.
"Are we nearly there yet?" Riley called without looking away from her cards. "Ooh, two pair!" She slapped the cards down and the spiderbots somehow seemed annoyed.
"Nearly, poppet," Jack called back, smiling a little. He peered through the dirty windscreen, the dust from the Nevada desert coating it in a yellow haze. "About a kilometer to go and we can stop and have some fun."
"Yay, fun!" Bonesaw bounced in her seat. Shatterbird sighed a little and turned the page. "We haven't had fun for days!"
"Soon, love. It's a little place, but I think it will be amusing. And we can get something to eat as well."
"I could go for a burger," Shatterbird commented. "I'm starving."
"So am I," Crawler rumbled from behind them.
"You're always hungry," she snapped.
"So?"
"So stop grumbling," the woman replied with a sigh.
"Hey, I just said I was hungry," the monstrous cape retorted, sounding hurt.
Shaking her head she put her book down and leaned forward to look out the windscreen. The lowering sun reflected off the windows of a couple of ramshackle buildings coming into sight around the curve of the road as they descended the slight hill and entered a small valley.
"Where the hell are we anyway?" she queried.
"About half way between Jackpot and Owyhee, according to the GPS," Jack replied, glancing at the instrument on the dashboard. "Or in other words the middle of nowhere. An ideal little place for a rest."
"Why do we have to take these stupid back roads?" she complained. "My back is killing me. This is nothing but gravel."
"We can hardly drive down the interstate, now, can we?" he said with a smile and a look back over his shoulder. "Far too much trouble. All those interfering people who get in the way… Better to be discreet until such time as we wish to announce ourselves, in my view."
She looked out the back window past the snoozing form of Hatchetface in the rear seat at the cloud of dust following them, and another one a few hundred meters away from the smaller van on their trail. "This is boring," she sighed.
"Well, we're here, so perhaps we can make it less boring now," he remarked, turning off the dirt road into the parking lot of what seemed to be a combined diner and gas station. A couple of rusty trucks were parked off to one side, absolutely covered in dust and giving the impression of being abandoned.
Looking out the window, Shatterbird frowned doubtfully. "This place is a dump. Are you sure there's even anyone here?"
Jack killed the engine then turned around in his seat. He waved at the building. "I can see lights inside, and the signs are all on, so I'm going with yes," he chuckled. "Let's go and introduce ourselves. Someone go and poke Hatchet Face, his snoring is irritating."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Targets in drop zone. Both vehicles parked, occupants entering location alpha. Stand by."
"Roger, Overwatch."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Where is everyone?" Bonesaw looked around the diner. It seemed normal, with the smell of food filling the large room, like someone had been cooking fairly recently, but no one seemed to be around.
Jack was frowning slightly. "I'm not sure," he admitted. Lifting the service flap he went behind the counter and peered into the kitchen. "Yoo hoo! Customers! Anyone here?"
Disappearing into the kitchen while the rest of them spread out, he finally reappeared with an unsatisfied expression on his face. "How strange. The fridge is full of food, everything looks normal, but there's no one there."
"No one in the back office either," Hatchet face reported as he returned.
"Weird." Shatterbird turned on the spot. "Did they somehow know we were coming?"
"I can't see how, we didn't know for sure we were heading this way until this morning," Jack remarked, looking thoughtfully at the till. He idly pulled a can of coke out of the fridge under the counter and popped the tab, taking a sip, then tossing Riley one when she seemed hopeful. "I don't like this."
"Maybe we should look around some more," Crawler, who was looking in through the doorway being too large to fit properly, said. "I can smell people around here somewhere. It's faint, but..."
After a little thought, Jack shrugged. "Might as well. If they're hiding, we'll find them sooner or later. I really want a steak and I don't want to cook it."
He tapped the relevant key on the till and looked at the contents of the cash drawer when it popped open. "Still full of money," he added, helping himself. "So they can't have gone far, I think."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Strike Leader, final authorization confirmed. Release first package on location alpha."
"Copy release command. Package away."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Twenty kilometers up and thirty downrange, a small machine separated from a considerably larger one cruising in a huge circle centered on the tiny town of Gudge, Nevada. A town that had less than sixty permanent inhabitants, all of whom had been hastily evacuated only two hours earlier.
The small machine orientated itself in under a second, waited until it was two hundred meters from its parent craft, then accelerated hard.
Two and a half seconds later it penetrated the roof of Gwen's Dine and Gas, moving at more than ten times the speed of sound. One and a half meters from the floor the payload activated.
An artificially generated gravitational field instantly sprang into life, exerting a force of nearly fifty thousand g over a zone more than two hundred meters in radius. Everything in that zone was pulled towards the center at over four hundred and ninety kilometers per second squared, the entire spherical zone collapsing into nearly degenerate matter almost instantly. It happened so quickly that to the outside observer it was as if a crater close to half a kilometer across and a quarter deep simply appeared in the ground.
The machine burned out in less than thirty milliseconds, the field collapsing immediately and allowing the device generating it to be destroyed. As the gravitational pull vanished the infalling material, heated far past its vaporization temperature by the sheer kinetic energy alone and moving at nearly fifteen kilometers per second, flashed brilliantly outwards again in a vast explosion that flattened everything within multiple kilometers and roared up the slopes of the small mountains surrounding the valley the town had been built in. Rising hot air from the enormous release of energy created a huge mushroom cloud that roiled high into the atmosphere over the next few minutes, the inflowing air at ground level pulling the fire and smoke caused by the release of thermal energy into the plume along with the vaporized remains of everything that had constituted the town, and the targets of the experimental weapon.
When the effects finally subsided, nothing was left but an enormous hole where a small collection of buildings had once been, with a couple of streams slowly starting to fill it with water which hissed and steamed over the torn, hot rock. No trees were left standing for kilometers, but the damage was mostly limited to the valley itself, the mountains having provided a safety barrier that limited the destruction to an acceptable level.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Confirmed hit, Overwatch. Target neutralized."
"Roger, Strike Leader. Mission successful. Return to base for debrief."
"Roger, Overwatch. Strike Leader out."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Secretary Robinson smiled grimly as he examined the satellite feed. "Excellent work, everyone. Now if only the PRT had done their job, we wouldn't have had to buy out an entire town. Still, it's a relatively minor cost all things considered." He turned to the man standing next to him who was watching with a neutral expression.
"I think that counts as a concrete result from our friend's work, Sir" he added with a slight chuckle.
"I would have to agree on that point," the President of the US replied soberly. "A somewhat terrifying one as well."
"No residual radiation worth speaking of, very little outside damage, and no chance of biological contamination," Robinson noted. "The heat of the detonation is far too high for anything to live through it. Unfortunately, scaling up the same weapon to deal with something like Ellisburg would be… impractical. We'll need a different approach in such cases."
"Let me know what you come up with," the other man said quietly, still looking at the huge screen displaying what happened when cutting edge superscience was deployed in anger. He shivered a little.
All that from one teenaged girl's work.
He was damn glad she was on their side...
Made a minor change to a small math error
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- Location
- Here there and everywhere inbetween
yes perfect, I first thought it was just going to be the hammer of god type weapon but I love the singularity generator you add it makes their death all the more fitting
- Location
- Twentynine Palms, California
For some reason, I can imagine THIS being a thing. Or is this just me?
-insert video AND image of CONFIRMED kills of Slaughterhouse Nine with a note attached-
Dear PRT Director Costa Brown.
Suck it bitch.
Signed DARPA.
edit: fucking hell. 22 funnies in just 15 minutes? Didn't expect this to be THAT funny.
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AnubisUzumaki
(Not a God)(Not an Uzumaki)
- Location
- Kentucky
Costa-Brown is going have a conniption isn't she?
RCB losing her shit in 3.. 2..
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Heh. Blink and you'll miss it. An ending fitting the 9.
Also, HOLY FUCKING SHIT, pseudo-black hole implosion bomb!?
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Oh dear.
Why do I feel like the main issue with scaling that thing up is making sure it eats only the target area?
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Heh. Blink and you'll miss it. An ending fitting the 9.
Also, HOLY FUCKING SHIT, pseudo-black hole implosion bomb!?
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Oh dear.
Why do I feel like the main issue with scaling that thing up is making sure it eats only the target area?
- Location
- USA
One way you can tell Jack Slash is a true monster is the way he measures distances in kilometers instead of miles despite being an American and not working in a technical field.
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He
Better living through SCIENCE!
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- Location
- The general area. Possibly behind you.
Fixed
It's literally the only thing about him I can respect
They don't deserve anything more important
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- Location
- Argentina
Well.... That's nice.
Lilo & Stitch cross when?
Lilo & Stitch cross when?
That wasn't even a true singularity, just a collapse and rebound.
Cave_Canem
Miniature Cyberwolf
They were basically just made to make the already-shitty world of Worm even shittier by having a roaming band of Murderhobos going around completely unchecked and going after anyone that could make the world slightly less crap.
A Photon Torpedo is a waste on them.
*Tilts head*
Didn't Americans have a war or something to show off how much they don't like the British?
Kinda weird they then keep showing off their love for the Queen by using the Royal Approved measurement system.
Dragonmaster150
Firstborn of Dragonkind
- Location
- Dragendolan: Land of the Dragon Kings
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You know, this chapter's gravity powered missile just gave me an idea: Now that cheap gravity manipulation is a thing what's to stop the US Government from making sustainable nuclear fusion reactors? Correct me if I'm wrong, but normally you'd need to contain the hydrogen in a magnetic field, which isn't sustainable at the temperatures needed for the nuclear fusion of Hydrogen, but what if you just went the sun rout and used gravity fields to compress the hydrogen enough to force a reaction?
Just a random thought, not actually sure if it's been talked about on the thread yet, but I just figured I'd throw it out there.
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Just a random thought, not actually sure if it's been talked about on the thread yet, but I just figured I'd throw it out there.
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My Worm history isn't the greatest, but the S9 have existed for a fairly decent amount of time. They weren't founded by Jack slash when he found Bonesaw. In fact, Jack didn't even used to be the leader either.
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