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Post by malloc on Jan 20, 2023 1:44:23 GMT -5
[This thread began before the Great War, and shall be roleplayed as such up to a certain point when mods feel like the war would intercede on this.]
Northwest Amali, somewhere in the Amalian Granuras Desert on a military base
The small, rinky-dink town of Rizanes was an hour away from the nearby river-city of Itonassa. Rizanes numbered not more than four-thousand people during its peak season; known primarily for its rolling sand dunes and desert exploration. Of course, that last one doesn't bring in the money necessary to the town. No, what does is the local military base of considerable size. Had it not been for the locale of Itonassa, there likely wouldn't have been as large a military presence. Rizanes however was a mix of peoples; from the arid travelers, farmers, and salt miners to the toe-the-line military brats and soldiers, to the federally-enabled researchers who dared dream of new ideas.
The state these towns and two cities inhabited was much more sparsely populated in relation to the Bay States, numbering but a fraction of the others. The smallest state, the smallest representation, barely a blip on the map when one thinks of Amali...
The perfect spot to embark on the next great adventure.
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Fiore Costa, a man no more than thirty-three yet showing signs of early graying hair, dropped his pen to rub his hands. Before him laid a slew of papers from his own mathematical notes to punch cards used in the MGPC3 (pronounced 'MIG-PC'). The cards were of various mathematical equations. Some simple, such as a simple [Taylor Series] equation out to only the fourth term, to more complex equations like calculating out the number of digits of pi to the 30th digit... The machine struggled with that one, it did. Something to do with the upper bits in this version of MGPC3 having their wires partially frayed. Good thing they were getting a new machine, lest Costa tear his own hair out and rip the machine apart with the local crowbar.
Costa looked up from his workstation, peering around the room. Mid-morning, and his colleague still wasn't back yet from a meeting. The Koian had excitedly told him about some new equation that allowed for some explosive energy or something. Incredibly excited, so much so that the mothperson had bothered him so much he needed to request permission to let two MGPC3 machines crunch the numbers on this incredibly complex equation... Could one even call this an equation? It was something, for sure, but even as a mathematician the number of characters and constants read more like a Standard Common sentence than actual math...
At least, the computers didn't fry. That's the benefit, and the Koian seemed more than elated at the results... Not that Fiore could really parse if it was good or bad.
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Apr 4, 2024 0:49:44 GMT -5
The Koian colleague suddenly burst through the door, his nametag reading Vallo Orav hanging around his neck swinging wildly as he entered the room. The black lanyard holding the white nametag spun like a top as he rushed over to the table Costa was at and slamming his pile of notebooks down in front of him.
"Fiore! They're great! The higher ups love the sound of it!" He sped through the pile of notebooks, producing one with a weathered pale-green spine, the only thing on the cover was his name, "notebook 16", and the standardized lining code for what type of grid paper was within the notebook. He'd flip through the pages before settling on the one he wanted and putting it in front of his superior. "Look look! With the right mixture of oxygen and ethyl alcohol, we can force a craft into the air."
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Post by malloc on May 20, 2024 20:47:29 GMT -5
Costa looked at the equations in equal parts confusion and curiosity. His eyes were tired from staring at so many equations pertaining to ordnance fire arcs and an example of calculating the [Fibonacci] sequence. He pointed to each line as he read them, scratching his head over the Koian's eager statements.
"'Force a craft into the air?'" He repeats, questioning the Koian. "And... How much do we need to actually make this... Oh, never mind."
He finds the answer to his question in the notebook, staring at the numbers.
"Well... What do we need to get the first prototype running? I can bring up mechanical engineers to get this... Thing, running but I can't promise we'll be able to make many at a time. Each engine will have to have enough information derived from it to make the project continue having support."
He put the book down on the table, leaning back and staring at the ecstatic Koian. While the optimism was appreciative for the otherwise drab environment, this project would need more realism and realistic expectations than star luck, and more than a few engineers to chew on the problem both in theory and in the practical realm.
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Jun 4, 2024 21:07:11 GMT -5
"It's simple really! Follow me!"
Vallo grabbed his Amalian colleague, dragging him out of their lab. As they moved through the halls, Vallo shouted into the various labs and workshops, bringing out several people who could be of potential use on such a project. He brought them all out to the grounds where a small lake sat in the middle of a green open-space to give the researchers somewhere to escape to get some fresh air. Sitting on the shore was two of Vallo and Fiore's coworkers, a small raft beside them and a pile of bricks next to that.
Orav let go of Costa, the ecstatic Koian already speaking with his hands and wings before he could even get words out.
"It's really really simple. Metello, the boat!"
The one named Metello helped Vallo into the small raft before pushing him into the water. The other one would grab a handful of bricks, placing them slowly into the back of the raft before stepping away once they were all in. Vallo stood up in the boat, turning to face all his colleagues.
"The math looks hard but the concept is really simple. Here I am stuck in the middle of a great ocean." He'd throw his arms out to emphasis despite the fact he was still against the shore of the small lake. This strange imagination exercise would make a few chuckle behind Fiore. "We all know the basic laws of physics, but if we use it to our advantage we can get out of this predicament." He'd pick up a brick, throwing it backwards, it landing with a thud on the ground. It wasn't really noticeable at first, causing many to think Vallo had officially lost his mind before he threw another brick out, it also hitting the ground with a thud. That's when the movement of the small boat was noticeable. Repeatedly, he threw bricks out the rear of the boat, them now landing in the lack with loud plunking splashes into the water, each brick adding speed to his trip across the lake. Once he was out of bricks, he stood there, looking at everyone until the boat bonked into the other end of the lake. He stumbled his way out, turning again to the crowd.
"And that's the basic form of those equations. It works. We just have to scale it up now. We only need two. One to prove our machines can work while keeping it strapped down. And another we're not afraid to let fly!"
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Post by malloc on Jun 7, 2024 14:42:42 GMT -5
During the demonstration, Costa remained quiet and just listened to the Koian talk. He didn't have a habit of laughing during demonstrations, as most of them were pointed to help understand a concept. It makes him more unnerving to present to, because of the lack of emotions, but also one of the better individuals as it meant you could explain a concept as much or as little as you want without being off track.
"If you believe you only need two, then that makes it easy to justify with the higher-ups about putting more people on the project," he states, eyes shifting and looking at the rippling water. "I will give you a team for four engines, in case something goes wrong with one of them. Should things go right, we might be able to expand the team to produce more engines for further tests and iterations. If you believe this will work, then you have my support. Give me a list of instruments you need for testing, and what is necessary for the facility. I will gather them to the best of my ability. For my own sanity to know how long I have, how long until we can expect the first test-fire?"
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