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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
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This seems like a targeted attack. Are we sure it's Dru-Zod and Ursa that were stopped and not some decoy?
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No, De-Coy i still in the phantom zone.
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The best part about that sentence is that because of how batshit crazy DC lore is, I legitimately can't tell if you're joking or if there actually is a character named De-Coy out there.
Diplomacy (part 7)
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Universe 191
22nd May 1954
01:01 GMT
Mr. Evans takes a sip from his coffee mug with a moue of distaste. "Are you sure that you don't want one, sir?"
I shake my head as I wait for the call. "You know I've never had a taste for it."
"It is rather early in the morning."
Mr. Murrow expressed a preference for a live interview. Or rather, his management team did, probably assuming that I'd decline, or that if I said 'yes' that I'd go to America and they could do the interview there. Since I rather like the Foreign Secretary and didn't want to give him a heart attack I didn't agree to that, but I did say that I'd be willing to do an interview if they wanted to send their team here. But since the program is live, we're forced to be active before dawn to make their broadcast slot.
"Oh, I can manage an interview. Remind me to thank the technicians in person."
He looks a little concerned. "The… British technicians, you mean?"
Recording and transmitting the interview in real time to the United States via satellite required a little extra work at our end, but working out how to send that signal out to American households from theirs was far more difficult. Aside from anything else, our equipment isn't remotely compatible. But, they managed it, and-.
The producer gives me the nod, and I stroll out of the wings and onto the stage. I can't quite prevent myself glancing at the camera pointing at me, and raise my right hand in a polite wave.
No audience and no applause. This isn't The Tonight Show, run by comedians and frequently interviewing them. And my handlers are a bit concerned about someone taking a shot. The actual noise is… Hums from the machinery, footsteps, muffled speaking that hopefully won't get picked up by the microphones. And the subtle movement of rifle straps from my protection detail, because we weren't able to screen the whole crew in the sort of detail that we'd like to.
They did all have their taints checked, however.
I turn my attention to my interviewer as I approach the seating. Originally from North Carolina, he moved to the United States as Featherstone's media restrictions began to bite and became one of their harshest critics. As a result, he's just about the only Southerner in the Reunited States media. I haven't watched much of his work, but his interview with former Confederate General Clarence Potter was fair and balanced, and he kept his cool when Potter recounted his intention to assassinate President Featherstone which was only foiled by another clumsier assassin.
How these little things change events.
"Mister Talwyn." Mr. Murrow nods politely as I sit down, his expression neutral. "Thank you for joining us."
I smile, drawing upon sixty years worth of advancement in media manipulation techniques. "Mister Murrow, thank you for having me."
"Mister Talwyn, you are the owner and Chairman of Black Arrow, the British company responsible for Britain's journeys into outer space. Is that correct?"
I nod. "Chairman and largest shareholder, yes. I founded the company only a.. few months after the end of the last war, and I'm very proud of what we've been able to achieve."
"How do you explain the tremendous advancements you've been able to make in the field of rocketry?"
"Well, there's a number of factors. Having hundreds of highly qualified engineers leaving military service with all the skills they'd acquired was a big help. The.. support of the British government in ensuring a favourable legislative environment. But in terms of social impact, I think it was due to the British people needing something to look forwards to, to believe in, that wasn't the inevitability of Great War Three. Presenting them with a positive vision of our nation's future was enough to make them get behind us, support us, and… Well, avoid the sorts of social upsets that other nations on the losing side saw after the dust settled."
Like the German army having to step in to prevent the French government getting guillotined by a French mob, or former General Patton having to gun down fanatical Freedom Party stalwarts when they tried ambushing him. Though I'm honestly a little sceptical about that one; to my nose it reeks of a bungled O.S.S. operation.
"And what does that vision consist of?"
"Peaceful exploration of our solar system, the exploitation of the natural resources contained therein, and an effective military deterrence for the purpose of self-defence."
"And what form does that military deterrence take?"
"The greatest weapons held by the United States of America and the German Empire are fission bombs. 'Superbombs', as they're colloquially known. Each of them is capable of demolishing a town, and I'm sure that both nations have plans for larger ones, or for mounting them on large rockets so that they no longer have to worry about their bombers being intercepted by enemy aircraft before they reach their target. The greatest weapons currently in the possession of The Kingdom of Great Britain are our orbital railguns. Each of them are similarly capable of demolishing a town."
There's a slight… Not a twitch, but he goes a little more still for an instant than he had been. The demonstration a little over a week ago was the first demonstration of the weapon, the first time it had been fired at an Earthly target, but we couldn't cover something like that up completely. Far too many people worked on the project for something like that, though I'm confident that no one knew exactly what we were up to.
Because it was all assembled in space.
"The principles involved are quite simple. If you take a pebble and drop it into a sandpit, it makes a divot and throws-" I make an expanding motion with both hands. "-the sand it displaced outwards. Our railguns use magnetic repulsion to throw metal rods into the Earth's atmosphere from outside of it."
"If you don't mind me saying so, that sounds like something out of Buck Rogers."
"Oh, not at all. The physics of the railgun are common knowledge amongst physicists, much as the basic principles of the fission bomb were known during the First Great War. It's only more recently that our knowledge of practical matters has advanced to the point where it becomes possible to use it as a weapon. Honestly, our measuring device which measures using rays of light or our oven which cooks using radio waves are far stranger. But probably a bit less significant to the field of geopolitics. No, we won't be in Buck Rogers territory until we produce laser or plasma weapons, and those are both a long way off."
"Perhaps you could explain for our viewers what those are?"
"'Laser' stands for 'light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation'. In effect, you get a very powerful ray of light. To weaponize it, you would need a ray powerful enough to outperform a bullet, which would have to be very powerful indeed, and well beyond our capabilities. Likewise, plasma is a sort of energised gas, and in our work the creation of plasma is more the unintended consequence of inefficiency rather than a goal itself."
"That doesn't sound particularly peaceful."
I shrug. "The same rockets that carry explosives into enemy cities can carry people to the moon or to Mars. Likewise, a powerful industrial laser in a factory can be used to create precise cuts in sheet metal, and a weak one can be pulsed extremely rapidly to convey messages from place to place. I think that after the last forty years the world can do without novel weapon systems for a little while."
"I believe that your company makes those as well. In fact, you recently conducted a sales demonstration for interested parties."
I nod. "Sending rocket into space is quite expensive. Selling time on our communications satellites doesn't begin to cover our costs. And while the Second Great War may be over for our countries, there's still fighting in a lot of places. Or places that are concerned that fighting might start."
"Such as?"
"I believe that Brazil and Mexico are concerned about the possibility that the United States might start to lean on them. When one country can destroy a city with a single bomb, any country that can't return the favour desperately needs to make sure that such a bomb can't get through or it can't guarantee its people's safety. How would the people of the northern United States have felt if Featherstone had put more resources into the Confederacy's nuclear program before the war, and demonstrated a bomb before things kicked off?"
"Extremely scared, I would imagine."
"Quite so. And while I suspect that the War Office are too realistic to think that they could afford to invade the Empire of Brazil, I'm sure that someone has brought up the idea of detonating a fission bomb nearby just to remind them who's in charge. Of course, there was an American party at our demonstration as well, and we're happy to sell to anyone with money."
He nods. "Speaking of the former President of the Confederacy, I know that the people of the United States are interested in Britain's involvement with his crimes."
Ah. Sounds like the warm up's over.
22nd May 1954
01:01 GMT
Mr. Evans takes a sip from his coffee mug with a moue of distaste. "Are you sure that you don't want one, sir?"
I shake my head as I wait for the call. "You know I've never had a taste for it."
"It is rather early in the morning."
Mr. Murrow expressed a preference for a live interview. Or rather, his management team did, probably assuming that I'd decline, or that if I said 'yes' that I'd go to America and they could do the interview there. Since I rather like the Foreign Secretary and didn't want to give him a heart attack I didn't agree to that, but I did say that I'd be willing to do an interview if they wanted to send their team here. But since the program is live, we're forced to be active before dawn to make their broadcast slot.
"Oh, I can manage an interview. Remind me to thank the technicians in person."
He looks a little concerned. "The… British technicians, you mean?"
Recording and transmitting the interview in real time to the United States via satellite required a little extra work at our end, but working out how to send that signal out to American households from theirs was far more difficult. Aside from anything else, our equipment isn't remotely compatible. But, they managed it, and-.
The producer gives me the nod, and I stroll out of the wings and onto the stage. I can't quite prevent myself glancing at the camera pointing at me, and raise my right hand in a polite wave.
No audience and no applause. This isn't The Tonight Show, run by comedians and frequently interviewing them. And my handlers are a bit concerned about someone taking a shot. The actual noise is… Hums from the machinery, footsteps, muffled speaking that hopefully won't get picked up by the microphones. And the subtle movement of rifle straps from my protection detail, because we weren't able to screen the whole crew in the sort of detail that we'd like to.
They did all have their taints checked, however.
I turn my attention to my interviewer as I approach the seating. Originally from North Carolina, he moved to the United States as Featherstone's media restrictions began to bite and became one of their harshest critics. As a result, he's just about the only Southerner in the Reunited States media. I haven't watched much of his work, but his interview with former Confederate General Clarence Potter was fair and balanced, and he kept his cool when Potter recounted his intention to assassinate President Featherstone which was only foiled by another clumsier assassin.
How these little things change events.
"Mister Talwyn." Mr. Murrow nods politely as I sit down, his expression neutral. "Thank you for joining us."
I smile, drawing upon sixty years worth of advancement in media manipulation techniques. "Mister Murrow, thank you for having me."
"Mister Talwyn, you are the owner and Chairman of Black Arrow, the British company responsible for Britain's journeys into outer space. Is that correct?"
I nod. "Chairman and largest shareholder, yes. I founded the company only a.. few months after the end of the last war, and I'm very proud of what we've been able to achieve."
"How do you explain the tremendous advancements you've been able to make in the field of rocketry?"
"Well, there's a number of factors. Having hundreds of highly qualified engineers leaving military service with all the skills they'd acquired was a big help. The.. support of the British government in ensuring a favourable legislative environment. But in terms of social impact, I think it was due to the British people needing something to look forwards to, to believe in, that wasn't the inevitability of Great War Three. Presenting them with a positive vision of our nation's future was enough to make them get behind us, support us, and… Well, avoid the sorts of social upsets that other nations on the losing side saw after the dust settled."
Like the German army having to step in to prevent the French government getting guillotined by a French mob, or former General Patton having to gun down fanatical Freedom Party stalwarts when they tried ambushing him. Though I'm honestly a little sceptical about that one; to my nose it reeks of a bungled O.S.S. operation.
"And what does that vision consist of?"
"Peaceful exploration of our solar system, the exploitation of the natural resources contained therein, and an effective military deterrence for the purpose of self-defence."
"And what form does that military deterrence take?"
"The greatest weapons held by the United States of America and the German Empire are fission bombs. 'Superbombs', as they're colloquially known. Each of them is capable of demolishing a town, and I'm sure that both nations have plans for larger ones, or for mounting them on large rockets so that they no longer have to worry about their bombers being intercepted by enemy aircraft before they reach their target. The greatest weapons currently in the possession of The Kingdom of Great Britain are our orbital railguns. Each of them are similarly capable of demolishing a town."
There's a slight… Not a twitch, but he goes a little more still for an instant than he had been. The demonstration a little over a week ago was the first demonstration of the weapon, the first time it had been fired at an Earthly target, but we couldn't cover something like that up completely. Far too many people worked on the project for something like that, though I'm confident that no one knew exactly what we were up to.
Because it was all assembled in space.
"The principles involved are quite simple. If you take a pebble and drop it into a sandpit, it makes a divot and throws-" I make an expanding motion with both hands. "-the sand it displaced outwards. Our railguns use magnetic repulsion to throw metal rods into the Earth's atmosphere from outside of it."
"If you don't mind me saying so, that sounds like something out of Buck Rogers."
"Oh, not at all. The physics of the railgun are common knowledge amongst physicists, much as the basic principles of the fission bomb were known during the First Great War. It's only more recently that our knowledge of practical matters has advanced to the point where it becomes possible to use it as a weapon. Honestly, our measuring device which measures using rays of light or our oven which cooks using radio waves are far stranger. But probably a bit less significant to the field of geopolitics. No, we won't be in Buck Rogers territory until we produce laser or plasma weapons, and those are both a long way off."
"Perhaps you could explain for our viewers what those are?"
"'Laser' stands for 'light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation'. In effect, you get a very powerful ray of light. To weaponize it, you would need a ray powerful enough to outperform a bullet, which would have to be very powerful indeed, and well beyond our capabilities. Likewise, plasma is a sort of energised gas, and in our work the creation of plasma is more the unintended consequence of inefficiency rather than a goal itself."
"That doesn't sound particularly peaceful."
I shrug. "The same rockets that carry explosives into enemy cities can carry people to the moon or to Mars. Likewise, a powerful industrial laser in a factory can be used to create precise cuts in sheet metal, and a weak one can be pulsed extremely rapidly to convey messages from place to place. I think that after the last forty years the world can do without novel weapon systems for a little while."
"I believe that your company makes those as well. In fact, you recently conducted a sales demonstration for interested parties."
I nod. "Sending rocket into space is quite expensive. Selling time on our communications satellites doesn't begin to cover our costs. And while the Second Great War may be over for our countries, there's still fighting in a lot of places. Or places that are concerned that fighting might start."
"Such as?"
"I believe that Brazil and Mexico are concerned about the possibility that the United States might start to lean on them. When one country can destroy a city with a single bomb, any country that can't return the favour desperately needs to make sure that such a bomb can't get through or it can't guarantee its people's safety. How would the people of the northern United States have felt if Featherstone had put more resources into the Confederacy's nuclear program before the war, and demonstrated a bomb before things kicked off?"
"Extremely scared, I would imagine."
"Quite so. And while I suspect that the War Office are too realistic to think that they could afford to invade the Empire of Brazil, I'm sure that someone has brought up the idea of detonating a fission bomb nearby just to remind them who's in charge. Of course, there was an American party at our demonstration as well, and we're happy to sell to anyone with money."
He nods. "Speaking of the former President of the Confederacy, I know that the people of the United States are interested in Britain's involvement with his crimes."
Ah. Sounds like the warm up's over.
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"theirs"
I'm sure that was something they'll never forget, no matter how much they try.
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Do you write these in batches or do you actually sit and write a new chapter every single day?
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'fighting'?
'fighting'?
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Very much in the 'Oh my God what am I doing awake?' hours. A time that only night-shift folks would be reasonably busy. Which means something is afoot and it looks like Talwyn is enjoying folk's discomfort.
I rather imagine their reaction to him leaving England for America would be an emphatic 'Pardon my French, but fuck, no." Far too much risk of some intelligence agency making him disappear into a black-site for 'questioning.'
Honestly, don't act like they're not experts in their field just because they're foreign, sir...
No doubt because of different signal standards. American television used the NTSC encoding standard for television, whereas the UK used PAL. For a start, they don't even use the same refresh rate...
And in any other circumstance, there'd probably be polite applause, but...
And the guards aren't being paid to clap.
That's some impressive self-control. I suspect a northerner would have given him a knuckle sandwich to chew on, career bedamned.
For folks wanting an idea of how he sounded, this should do nicely.
On the other hand, Murrow is one of the good ones. If you don't be an asshole with him, he won't be one with you.
Sadly, it's not like he can say "I stole spaceflight technology from alien lizards." Especially since I'm assuming they're using conventional launch methods... But once they're out of sight of the ground...
When the lands around you look like shit, you naturally tend to look upwards.
...Honestly, I can believe he'd get involved in a gunfight with assassins.
To maybe-misquote Teddy Roosevelt: 'Speak softly but carry a big stick.' And Britain has a pretty big stick right now.
And good luck shooting them down.
I also wouldn't be surprised if they couldn't be turned outwards as well.I'm sure this is being recorded as well as going out live. And those recordings are going to be pored over in detail by the intelligence agencies, I bet.
And unlike an air-raid, there's next to no warning when they're coming, as we saw.
In this case, Science Truth is stranger than Science fiction.
One of the limiting factors of energy-based weapons: Obscene power requirements. A couple of AAs can run a laser pointer, sure, but to produce enough heat to melt steel? That's gonna take some serious juice.
Spitting truths their governments would rather not hear. And after a World War, that sort of sentiment is a lot stronger...
And with no Cold War to keep heads cool, some of those fights are going to turn rather hot.
There would definitely be some soiled pants in the halls of power... And making such a demonstration can be a lot more effective than keeping it all secret.
No doubt said War office is drooling over the possibility of getting samples of that tech for the purposes of reverse engineering it and making 'proper' American versions of it.
Because Murrow was a man not about to not ask the hard questions. Especially during the McCarthy era.
Hopefully Talwyn can navigate the metaphorical minefield and give the Americans a good impression of him. Not just in the name of profits, but perhaps making it a little more troublesome for some nut in a foreign affairs office to decide to 'silence' him... There's already been one assassination attempt so far, and it may not be the last.
And that one might aim for the head.
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Thank you, corrected.
One segment Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Two on Saturday and Sunday.
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So...the anatomical definition I'm familiar with is that the taint is the expanse of skin located between the genitals and the anus. What exactly are they looking for there? I admit, I'm not fully up to the lizard-people-as-illuminati conspiracy theories.
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Guns. As that version of the SI mentioned earlier, it's a pretty good place to smuggle a weapon.
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This version of Paul was nearly assassinated a few chapters ago.
The assassin hid his weapon there.
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Paul is introduced as a CEO who technically has no position in the British government. He could pretty easily duck and say that he didn't even found his company until after the war ended, and he has no obligation or authority or even knowledge to talk about what the British government might have been thinking before and during the war.
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"word for it", unless this is a Britishism I've never heard
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Thank you, corrected.