"The French have been giving a lot of thought to missile guidance." Dan says, almost off-hand.
The three of them - Arne Andersson, Dan O'Leary and Hedwig - are sitting around a lunch table in what passes for the PEAC canteen discussing recent reports of interest they've seen. It's been a slow few days around the complex but these semi-regular casual meetings have been helping Hedwig maintain her sanity.
"I'm sure they have. They nearly lost Paris to the German tanks in the last war, I cannot imagine they want to risk losing the technology advantage again." Arne responds, sipping at a mug of thick black coffee.
"Quite right. The Arsenal de l'Aeronautique has been prototyping a command system involving a control stick and a length of wire for direct flight control. They haven't worked out the kinks, but it's a fascinating idea."
"Mm, it's for a missile, you said?" Hedwig asks, dunking a piece of bread in rapidly congealing soup, "Do you think it's applicable?"
"Specifically? No, they're looking at ranges up to two or three kilometres. We'd need several tons of wire for each launch and honestly I'm not sure how useful it would be. But the idea is sound. If we want anything more than vertical flight - and even there if we're being honest with ourselves - then we're going to need to develop an idea of how to control these rockets." Dan shrugs indecisively.
"You know, speaking of the Germans," Arne adds, scratching his chin, "I know a German man who was working on radio-controlled bombs at one point. Perhaps we could consider that angle."
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"Engines, engines, why does everyone always want to talk to me about engines!" Appoline half shouts, heels clicking on the hard concrete path fast enough that Hedwig has to break into an indelicate trot to keep up.
"If the technology doesn't improve, we will not achieve our goals." Hedwig calls in response, a frown creasing her face.
"Arne has his perfectly suitable engine already, it is capable of far more than we need for the time being, what is even the point?" Appoline pulls up suddenly, standing in front of the complex's main building, and jabs a finger at Hedwig, "this is a waste of my resources and a waste of my time. I have real scientific research to be doing, not playing with a… mechanic's cast-offs."
"Appoline, we are trying to create the stuff of dreams here."
"I am not dreaming of having my hands in the guts of an engineering monstrosity,"
"That engineering monstrosity is going to be sending our scientists to the edge of space. We're going to need to increase our capabilities by a factor of ten at least if we're going to make that possible."
The French woman seems to consider this for a few moments then finally gives a shrug, lip curling.
"I was never not going to work on these damn engines. I am perfectly content doing what must be done for the good of the program. I am simply frustrated that I cannot focus on the pure sciences."
Hedwig reaches out to touch the other woman's arm, to offer small comfort for the disappointment. For a moment their eyes meet, then Appoline steps close. She places her lips on Hedwig's cheek, a gentle kiss of parting.
"Merci, ma chérie" she says, walking into the building.
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"So, initially I thought, what is the biggest booster we could build with our current hardware?" Arne leads Hedwig around a brighter lit room above the draughtsman's studio, an ad-hoc display room for a series of sketches pinned to the walls.
"A reasonable response."
"Thank you. It comes out to somewhere in the region of one and a half tons, though it will need some sort of assistance to remain stable in the first few seconds of flight." He gestures to a drawing of a large rocket lifting itself off the pad, a pair of what could easily be anti-tank rockets strapped to the sides.
"I see that the Petit Jacque made a comeback." Hedwig says with a nod to the drawing. Arne laughs politely.
"One of the artists asked what she should draw so I handed her the reference report." he smiles a little awkwardly, "Anyway, the acceleration at ignition was barely two metres per second, and we'd lose so much to gravity that it was functionally pointless. A long term plan. The next is a better idea, I think."
He leads her to the next drawing, an engineering plan view of a much smaller vehicle with nothing strapped to the outside.
"We would expect this to be less than half a ton with all components fitted, capable of almost ten metres per second at ignition and just barely able to touch fifty or sixty kilometres of vertical climb. It's… good enough." his smile falters, "Of course these are just two of about eight different ideas we had."
Select a design to proceed with:
[ ] XBD-2 - Maximum Size
[ ] XBD-1 - As light as possible
[ ] Another Design - Write in
Roll 2d10+Engineer
Author note: Please only roll once each, to allow multiple people a chance to roll.