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Petyr Baelish
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 Post Posted: Thu, July 05th 2007 04:03pm    Post subject: Devaron Technologies, Prototype and Testing Laboratory
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Baelish strode into the the lobby of the Laboratory, finding columns of Sovereign Troopers and officers awaiting his presence. Even the Lobby of the building was massive, rivaling that of Citadel Spire, Petyr noted. The design was similar to that of Birchtesgarten - sleek, white, sanitary; designed for purpose and not aesthetics.

The Design Specialist of the Devaron Technologes, Maximilian Brooks, gave a swift bow as the Sovereign approached him amidst the ranks of Troopers. The man was rich beyond belief, but his aesthetics didn't show it. Brooks wore a light white labcoat over his black jumpsuit, and there were several prominent stains on his dress. As the designer of the Sovereignty's capital Lannister, Sovereign, and Devaron-class ships, as well as his new line of fighters, the Emperor held this man in very high regard. "Welcome to DevTech, Lord Baelish, are you hear for the testing?"

"Yes, Maximilian, and Grand Marshal Testudinata is due in any moment," Petyr said, nodding at the door.
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Socra Testudinata
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 Post Posted: Thu, July 05th 2007 04:19pm    Post subject:
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The Grand Marshal's speeder slowed to a stop at the main platform of DevTech Prototype and Testing. The door hissed open, and Socra Testudinata stepped out and into the bright sunlight. He took a moment to regard the facilities with an appreciative but critical eye, the slow and methodical gaze sweeping over the architecture before looking to the main entrance, stepping towards it with the click of steel on marble.

The Grand Marshal of Imperial Air Forces was dressed immaculately, in steel-shod black rancor leather dress shoes and black slacks, a ribbon of forest green running up the pleat. At his hip, a ceremonial dress cutlass sat on his right hip, a well-used DC-17 at his left in a polished holster. The black leather belt that held the two was set with gleaming steel studs and rings, heavy and effective. His tunic was double-breasted, the right side folded back to reveal the same green underside without exposing his skin. To his shoulders, a simple but expertly woven black cloak, lined with forest green completed the dress uniform, buttoned to his left shoulder and left hanging, its end brushing the ground.

The Sovereign Guards opened the door to allow the Grand Marshal entrance, the steel clicking on the stone floors resounding in the space beyond. He approached the Emperor of the Devaron Sovereignty with resolute purpose, stopping just before the man. A moment of silence passed, then Socra bowed to Petyr Baelish, his voice echoing powerfully in the cavernous atrium. "On behalf of the Galactic Empire, I thank you for the invitation to your system. I will apologize in advance for the way I met your security forces orbiting the system: I don't think they took my approach too well." A slight smirk on Testudinata's lips was all the Emperor was getting at the moment, the thudding footsteps of the squadron leader approaching from behind him.
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 Post Posted: Thu, July 05th 2007 04:45pm    Post subject:
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Petyr's gold-lined cloak rusted with air circulating through the building. "The pleasure is mine, Grand Marshal. Welcome to Devaron." The Emperor bowed, as did the white-coated Brooks. Their words echoed around, down through empty halls. Petyr and Maximilian took step next to Socra, and they moved onward. Petyr remarked, "Concerning your flight, no harm was done, other than perhaps the nerve of a poor fighter pilot." He chuckled.

The figure of Brooks next to him spoke up. "Lord Testudinata, it's an honor to be in your presence. I am Maximilian Brooks; I designed the fighters you will be assisting in testing today." Almost as if avoiding the response, he darted out in front of the Emperor and the Marshal as they came to what seemed to be a dead end. Speaking to what seemed nobody in particular, he announced, "Brooks, Maximilian. Security authorization eta. Open."

A single blue line split the white wall in half, and two doors slid inward oppositely. Suddenly, they were hit with a variety of immense sounds - repulsorlifts, ion engines, laser blasts, the recognizable screech of metal-on-metal - all of these filled the chamber as the doors slid open. Before them, an even longer corridor was exposed - over three kilometers long. Lining the sides were individual design and testing facilities, from targeting system testing to shield capabilities. Amongst these, hundreds of mechanics and scientists alike danced a sort of methodical process - test, check, test, check.

The DevTech official grinned, "My lords, shall we?"
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 Post Posted: Thu, July 05th 2007 11:42pm    Post subject:
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The facilities, Socra was pleased to notice, were redolent of the testing grounds he had inspected on Loronar. It was a comforting sight to behold, and instantly the Grand Marshal felt... at home. He walked among the engineers and pilots, reviewing slight adjustments made to a hypermatter reactor or ion drive, or offering a slight calculation change to some of the weapons calculations. Max Brooks seemed perfectly content to wait while the Imperial Grand Marshal worked with the physical laborers: the ones with graphite and oil under their fingernails.

Finally, Socra turned and bowed his head to the two, a pleased smile upon his lips. "An excellent facility you have here, I am most impressed. Now, about the designs you wanted me to look over..." he trailed off as he saw a deconstructed ion drive from a TIE Interceptor, his eyes roving over the baffles and circulators that formed the internal working mechanisms. It was always fascinating to see the workings behind the craft he used, and it took him a short while to realize that Brooks had started speaking.

"Yes, the two fighters the Emperor wanted your input on are the Antar and the Adumar starfighters. In theory they will replace standard line fighters and superiority interceptors, respectively - the calculations all work out, but they still need to be tested. Emperor Baelish requested your presence specifically for this test, and I take it you are willing." The engineer keyed in a command in front of one of the enclosed research bays, the durasteel doors grinding open to reveal what was contained within.

The craft were, in a word, stunning. The short, bullet shapes would provide very little attack profile from the flanks, where it was most difficult to dislodge an incoming bogey, and the broadness of the wings would prove excellent for stability and maneuverability. The flowing contours were symbolic of the ones favored by the Devaronians, and from the preliminary specifications he had seen they would prove to be excellent replacements, though a tad on the expensive side.

Socra paced towards the craft, looking in mute silence as his fingers ran across the polished black hull, the tips caressing the seam of the horizontal maroon band with the care of a lover. For a moment the only sound was the clicking of his heels on the floor as he paced around the craft, taking in every detail from the flared wings to the short cockpit. After a while, and a complete circuit of the smaller Antar, his voice came out soft, reverent. "If it has the capabilities you say it does, it ought to do very well. It must not have been easy to design..."

Socra let his voice trail off as he looked at the colminators for the forward cannons, silently calculating the energy ratios and the potential destructive force, waiting for Brooks to inflate his own ego by describing the technical difficulty of this new design... after all, if Testudinata was to be the first one to fly it, he had to know as much about it as he could.
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Brooks nodded and paced towards the lighter of the two craft, the Adumar. His finger traced the air from the wing-brace on the cockpit to the tip of the wing. "As you can see, the wings are exceptionally long. With a fighter of this scale, there could be difficulties with extreme cross-winds affecting the structural stability of the craft. I've only recently thought this to be an issue because of the extraordinarily small diameter of the cockpit. A worst-case scenario would see the loss of a wing to such a great force, but it's doubtable that such a situation would come to pass. The conditions would have to be perfect for such a thing to occur." He frowned, running his hand along the braces holding the wing to it's cockpit. "Though, it is possible, and thus it's a worry."

Maximilian left the Adumar with Testudinata and moved to the Antar, his prized creation. "The Antar-class Special Operations Fighter. The name does not do her justice. I originally recieved orders from Lord Baelish," he said, quickly bowing at Petyr, who was standing in the corner. Brooks continued, "To design what he called a 'survivability fighter'. To put it into context, your TIE Defender could be called classified as such. It's got superior shielding, hull, and armament. It's designed to go into battle, fight, and return. That is the definition of a survivability fighter. I worked for three and a half months on the first prototype, and that was six Standard months ago. It's finalized and units are in production, but I'd still like for it to be tested."

Petyr, quiet for the majority of Brooks' monologue, chimed in, "I've piloted the Antar personally. My training experience from your Imperial Academy did me well. The only difficulty I could see is that since the wings are exceptionally long, the quad-wing design limits vision a bit on the 12-, 3-, 6-, and 9-o'clock areas. Your opinion?"
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Socra propped a foot on the portable ladder, looking up at the cockpit. His mind processed the information, visualizing the views from the pilots seat. After a moment, he nodded climbing up the first couple of steps. "Yes, visual tracking will be quite difficult at those points, but with the short-range sensor suites you have these mounted with it should not be an issue. The craft's six o'clock will present a narrow profile to an attacker, and unless you let them get on your dorse or vent, there should be too much of an issue."

The wings reminded him a lot of a TIE Interceptor, albeit elongated. The stability they afforded, though, would allow for a pilot of lesser skill than an Imperial-trained to have the same stability through arial acrobatics. It would be a pleasure to experiment with this craft, especially since he might be able to incorporate some of the design aspects into his own fighter craft. He ascended into the pilot's seat and slid into the contoured chair, his hands taking the T-stick of the craft. He had no need to see the schematics, he wanted to test the ease of transition into the craft, and his own adaptability.

He flicked the comm switch and issued a broadband transmission, his voice suddenly cold and authoritative."This is Imperial Pilot DB-007, commencing flight test of craft Adumar 01. Open hangar doors, prepare a half-squadron of elite pilots with live weapons fire and have them ready to dogfight in thirty minutes." The comm switched off, and with another flick he primed the ignition. With the whine of repulsorlifts the fighter lifted off, and a second later the reactor flared to life, the subtle thrum of the engines filling his senses. Already his mind was draining of concerns, worries... like stepping into a new house, it would take a little getting used to.

The doors opened, and the fighter shot from a standstill into the light of the afternoon sky. In his minds eye he saw Baelish's confusion as he was told what the Grand Marshal had ordered, and Brooks' eager look as he realized that the fighter would be put through every pace in a single session. No craft had ever bypassed bench testing and went straight into a combat situation, yet that was what Socra was doing... highly efficient, yet incredibly dangerous.
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