The Soviet Engineer

The Motherland has lost an individual ahead of his time... Under-utilizing him when she had the opportunity to outpace the west... History shows what will become of her, but what will the unwanted genius do now? (Engineering Jargon will be called out for ease of understanding by Mun. RP Tag is "thesovietengineer", please use it so Mun can more easily track threads. Apologies to native Russian speakers, Mun uses Google Translate for Russian text, A message on corrections are more than appreciated.)

[the-soviet-engineer]

Призраки нашего прошлого - Ghosts of our past

[the-soviet-engineer]

“On scale from 1 to 10 how firm is your loyalty to your nation, 10 being you would willingly die for country at drop of a hat’ and 1 being you wish you were elsewhere and wanted no part of your homeland in any way, shape or form. Consider what your views are on various issues and how they align with that of your country’s.”

[gott--mit--uns-blog]

“It’s not that simple.” a blunt answer for a blunt question.

The amber liquid rocked gently side by side against the walls of the glass as he swirled it. “Loyalty does not rest within one area at times. Not for me.”

Dieter raised the glass to his lips, stopping with a shake of his head as he decided against his own action, and instead rested the content on his lap, hands wrapping themselves around it protectively before he continued.

“It’s complex…To speak about returning to a country that” isn’t mine rightfully so. No. He bit that back. “My loyalty is to my people —— home, family.“

A short pause.

"I guess…if I can easily say that I would rather be somewhere else than on the war fields, ja, but what about them?….No…I can’t leave my family just like that. They lost a son already, I couldn’t do this to them. I’ve been selfish enough.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

The taller man nodded before he asked the next question.

“How do you honestly see Germany as a whole after the war is over.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

Призраки нашего прошлого - Ghosts of our past

[the-soviet-engineer]

The engineer sighed, it could have been that his intellect was actually a hindrance in this case. Having knowledge of the sorts of complex process involved with dimensional and temporal travel detracted from what an individual felt being a proverbial deer thrust into an oncoming car’s headlights, afraid yet so in shock that a proper ‘flight or fight’ response could be executed.

It also didn’t help that the man was borderline inept in social situations…

"I must say this before going on… I am man of understanding when it comes to science technology, and engineering… but people are very much confusing to me in some cases…"

"But I will do my best to try and help you find solution."

The Russian walked over to a large silver tank and opened a valve on it, a translucent gold liquid poured into the bottle.

"Is Kvass easier than Vodka on throat and is very sweet version of beer made with bread, lemon, and raisins. It has very low alcohol content, 1.5%"

The engineer set two large glasses down and poured the liquid out for them. The smell of brown sugar and Molasses faintly filled the air as the glass filled.

"Drink slowly as I try and give smaller questions with which to help answer larger question of whether you stay or go."

Isaak sat back down across from the soldier.

[gott--mit--uns-blog]

In any other moment he would have tried to lighten the situation, perhaps even crack a small joke at his own admitted truth of not being a people’s person —— That explains why you are stuck in such a No Man’s Land he would have said, but with too many things rolling around his skull all he could do was stare dumbfounded at him, curse his own luck and lament his incoming fate.

Dieter only nodded, though he was really starting to question how this man could even help him now. Things had seemed so easy, all fixed with a seemingly simple click, and now for all he knew everyone back home considered him dead.

“Ah!" he quickly said surprised, snapping out of the terrible scenarios he had begun to fabricate on his mind, his eyes falling at the offered glasses. "I don’t…I don’t drink."

But the smell was sweet and his description rather appetizing and he eventually took it, lifting the glass to his nose to smell the golden liquid before taking a small sip of it and allowing the flavor to roll around his tongue.

His head perking up instantly. “Hey this isn’t bad! Kvass was it?”

Swiveling the glass and the drink in his hands he avoided glancing at him. Instead he thought of other things. How they were faring back at home, not the war or comrades but home, because the news of another loss would not suit them well.

“And this questions are…?” he took another sip and said no more.

[the-soviet-engineer]

“On scale from 1 to 10 how firm is your loyalty to your nation, 10 being you would willingly die for country at drop of a hat’ and 1 being you wish you were elsewhere and wanted no part of your homeland in any way, shape or form. Consider what your views are on various issues and how they align with that of your country’s.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

Призраки нашего прошлого - Ghosts of our past

[the-soviet-engineer]

Isaak nodded in agreement, as the soldier would have called him insane had he not stumbled through is device.

"A man from your country by the name of Werner Heisenberg was a great theoretical physicist, He sated that the act of observing actually changes what is observed… Think of fish in pond, depending on what it sees humans as either a predator or provider they will swim away or to the observer, rather than swim normally… What has happened here has changed not only your history, but that of your homeland, At most minor your name will be among those Missing in action, it could also be deciding factor later in war that could change outcome for better or worse and outcome is unpredictable either way It depends on your loyalty to your homeland and what you fought for. My thoughts on it are irrelevant to your decision, I am only here to execute your decision as best I can. My Colleagues will help as well, as they are as or more brilliant than I myself in terms of Multiverseal-mechanics."

[gott--mit--uns-blog]

There had been a slow placidity settling within him after the mad-driving events that were often found within pages of books with their tales of fantastic beasts, machines and worlds beyond the possibility of reality — but was this not reality now?

Acceptance had fallen like a warm blanket around him, had, for as he sat there and listened that certain phrase shook his foundations like deadly lightning, forcing blue eyes to fall on the man again, wide in pure terror. 

At most minor your name will be among those Missing in action.

Dead. They would think he was dead. Dead. The word was icy water running down his back.

"D-dead? But…" lips parted, stuttered, gaze down and fingers running through his hair nervously like his smile and slowly exhaled chuckle. Dead. To them he was probably dead, like him, a brutal punch received in a letter.

How long had it been since he vanished? How long would it be when he ‘appeared’, like divine sent, back on the killing fields?

He could arrive back, well and safe, play it off as something else and hope he had not been labeled a deserter or traitor. What were the chances of that?

The engineer laid the possible answers already, and only he knew the answer to his plight — yet he really knew it not.

"I…" Dieter swallowed, his world crumbled and his earlier spoken decision that had held firm now seemed faulty. "I don’t know what to do…"

[the-soviet-engineer]

The engineer sighed, it could have been that his intellect was actually a hindrance in this case. Having knowledge of the sorts of complex process involved with dimensional and temporal travel detracted from what an individual felt being a proverbial deer thrust into an oncoming car's headlights, afraid yet so in shock that a proper 'flight or fight' response could be executed.

It also didn't help that the man was borderline inept in social situations...

"I must say this before going on... I am man of understanding when it comes to science technology, and engineering... but people are very much confusing to me in some cases..."

"But I will do my best to try and help you find solution."

The Russian walked over to a large silver tank and opened a valve on it, a translucent gold liquid poured into the bottle.

"Is Kvass easier than Vodka on throat and is very sweet version of beer made with bread, lemon, and raisins. It has very low alcohol content, 1.5%"

The engineer set two large glasses down and poured the liquid out for them. The smell of brown sugar and Molasses faintly filled the air as the glass filled.

"Drink slowly as I try and give smaller questions with which to help answer larger question of whether you stay or go."

Isaak sat back down across from the soldier.

[the-soviet-engineer]

Призраки нашего прошлого - Ghosts of our past

[the-soviet-engineer]

The Russian paused for a moment and gave a very faint smile, but a smile as far as Russians were concerned.

"Let me put it in more easily understandable terms, Imagine briefing map, two directions maybe three if it is a model of a city for instance Berlin."

Gestures of his hands over the work table gave a bit of emphasis to the words that flowed from his mouth.

"Now imagine rather than just flat piece of paper it is something three dimensional that can rotate within table to show a new map of same place but it could be map from 1800, or 2000, It could even be map of different Berlin where War didn’t happen in first place… Let us use six sided cube for simplicity for this object."

The Slav then pointed to his portal which sat unassuming like a gargoyle, yet as before had shown it could spring to life on demand.

"Now Imagine that gate as a switch, that when set correctly can Rotate cube and show new map at will."

his stony expression gave way to a slightly pleading one, as if to implicitly voice that the man was to take these secrets to his grave.

"I live here because it is actually safer here than Soviet Union. Where government would use power of this device to place 4000 Kilo bomb under enemy parliament building or heavily populated civilian sector without warning and detonate it with impunity. That is what this could do in wrong hands… and why it must never fall into hands of any military power. Soviet, German. Japanese, British, American, French… All of which could use device to take over world in matter of months…

His poker-face returned quickly after he caught his breath for a few moments.

"So… Is why I stay here… As such device is safe here too under watchful eyes of my colleges and myself… Keeping Pandora’s box out of hands who wish to fully open it more than I already have comrade."

Rather than going into detail on what he meant on ’more than he already had’ He began to delve into why he lived in this lonely and godforsaken world with only himself and his colleagues left.

"Here I can pursue other feats of engineering that are much less dangerous, things that even in my time were only seen in science fiction novels. But still this device is by-far the most powerful I have created… It is literally gateway to not just our universe, but many others as well."

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly to refocus on the German solider before him, and promptly reminded the man of his choice he had to make.

"It is because of this power you must make decision… I can send you back to whence you came if you desire… or I can work with you to find new place in multiverse to live the rest of your life in. It is very unlikely we will cross paths again at that point."

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Attentively Dieter watched the gesticulations of the hands that crudely painted the image to what the Russian was speaking of with narrowing of blue eyes and gentle nods. And just as attentively he continued to listen to the whole matter of whys and why nots of something that he, in his startled and confused mentality, had overlooked — the implications and turn of the outcome in history that the machinery behind the man could bring when used as a weapon. The same outcomes that had ended leading the engineer into a self exile (of sorts) into such a forsaken land in order to keep the dangerous artifact hidden. Yet, among it, there seemed to his words more than just the burden of being stuck in a hospitable world, as he described it — a freedom of pursing and creating whatever his whim came up with without the repercussion of those what ifs.

But this was beyond what he needed to concern himself with, and he was quickly reminded of it when the eyes of the older man feel on him again along with the verbal vocalization of it. His thoughts in an instant snapped back to the choice he had to make.

"I…yes I suppose, it makes sense — you’r choice of being here I mean." even if it sounded lonely.

The soldier did not question further, not even the things that the engineer had hinted in his earlier speech. Some things were best left dormant and enough had already been voiced. It was his turn now to figure out what he wanted — that escape he had longed for so long during the booming nights, or the return to that same hell.

Digging his nails into the fabric of bloodied trousers Dieter turned back to the lone sentinel that had sucked and spat him into that bizarre place; questioning, wondering. It all still appeared too impossible. Some dream he had to wake up soon from to find himself huddled by comrade’s side in a muddied trench or in his own hard bed.

His eyes lowered, brows furrowing. Another nod came and he licked his lower lip. “Despite the situation there…you know what they say. There is no place like home.”

Dieter’s head rose and he half smiled at the other. “As for this…It will be kept secret, but of course even if I said anything I would be judged a lunatic. There is nothing to worry on that end.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

Isaak nodded in agreement, as the soldier would have called him insane had he not stumbled through is device.

"A man from your country by the name of Werner Heisenberg was a great theoretical physicist, He sated that the act of observing actually changes what is observed... Think of fish in pond, depending on what it sees humans as either a predator or provider they will swim away or to the observer, rather than swim normally... What has happened here has changed not only your history, but that of your homeland, At most minor your name will be among those Missing in action, it could also be deciding factor later in war that could change outcome for better or worse and outcome is unpredictable either way It depends on your loyalty to your homeland and what you fought for. My thoughts on it are irrelevant to your decision, I am only here to execute your decision as best I can. My Colleagues will help as well, as they are as or more brilliant than I myself in terms of Multiverseal-mechanics."

[the-soviet-engineer]

Missouri's face was a lot more solemn than usual as she entered Isaac's office. "Martyn... do you think it would be feasible to build two more Iowa-class battleships?"

jackieszanymultiverse

"With the same as in original blueprints? Or would it be with modernizations? It would be more likely for the admiral to accept with the modernizations on there… but with you, Wisconsin, and Enterprise having ships under construction inside of you… it makes proposition difficult one to make. Unless there was very good reason you had in mind.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

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The russian looked up in thought for a moment, running a few quick calculation’s in his head.

"I would believe it would be negligibly slower, less than half knot of speed. But increase in protection would be preferred."

[kantainofunallowed]

Missouri shrugged. “That’s a negligible decrease, but how faster will we rust?”

[the-soviet-engineer]

Isaak thought for a moment as to how to explain what was afoot that the battleship couldn't see.

"Rust is creation of oxide with iron, this gas is disolved in water and it is also what allows fish to breathe. Oxidation only occurs if there is viable chemical reaction."

Isaak grabbed a piece of scrap wood that had a rough sawed edge on it.

"Think this block as both materials, the rough side being iron and the smooth face a material like stainless steel or Boron carbide. If we were to stick this in bin of dust that would represent oxygen, the rough side would retain significantly more of it than the smooth side. Chemically speaking, Pure Iron is quite reactive, the tendency to oxidize lead humans to develop steel which rusted less readily and was also stronger. However, Steel is simply Iron with carbon content that is carefully controlled, as a result it still rusts. Addition of correct amount of chromium creates a sort of 'protective skin' of oxide that prevents oxidation of structural bulk of material. Boron Carbide is more inert as it is ceramic rather than metal. Over all rusting with outer skin of Boron Carbide would be measured in Millenniea rather than years. But it means one must be on point with repairs of hull to prevent cracks from allowing water inside skin of Boron Carbide. I still need to run ballistic tests against various layers to determine best system to use."

[askthedoctorfromgallifrey]

"I hope Doctor is doing well... I hope I can contact him... but I have no number to go on... Unless I take stab at finding number by myself." He translates the digital address for "Galifrayian Doctor - TARDIS" into the address and hopes it works.

The Doctor was being shot by Sontaran when he jumped into the Tardis and closed the door. That was when the phone on the door started to ring. In the middle of the fire fight he opened the door and answered, “Hello this is the Doctor.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

"Thank you, is sort of challenge for me to design things, is more satisfying than simply being given answer to problem. With ability to live on it gives no time limit to my research."

[askthedoctorfromgallifrey]

"Ah, yes, there is a certain thrill to make it yourself, to coming to the conclusion. Knowing everything that happens is because of your two hands. I can respect that."

[the-soviet-engineer]

"Indeed, To understand how to make somthing is one thing. But to be on shop floor and working with machine tools to shape raw steel into a usable part, some times from scraps is what separates true engineers from scientists and Designers."

[the-soviet-engineer]

A not so warm welcome from the TSAB

[the-soviet-engineer]

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The engineer gave a silent nod, not wanting to pry into the issue. Old habits kept him from prison and execution, such would help now as well.

"I see, is there anything you wished to know about where I came from comrade Sveta."

[broken-universes-deactivated201]

"Mhmm, sorry. Not zat at ze moment." She chuckled, shaking her head. "No need to be zhy comrade."

[the-soviet-engineer]

Isaak thought for a moment before he spoke again.

"These Mana-engines disapate heat into sort of void dimension... It seams to be such a waste..."

"What if there were way of recapturing heat elsewhere and using it for generator of electricity... If it's possible it could easily make stationary powerplants fuel-less, running off of heat energy produced by ships like this... It could even allow one to safely tap into heat of somthing as large and hot as a star..."

[the-soviet-engineer]

Missouri's face was a lot more solemn than usual as she entered Isaac's office. "Martyn... do you think it would be feasible to build two more Iowa-class battleships?"

jackieszanymultiverse

"With the same as in original blueprints? Or would it be with modernizations? It would be more likely for the admiral to accept with the modernizations on there… but with you, Wisconsin, and Enterprise having ships under construction inside of you… it makes proposition difficult one to make. Unless there was very good reason you had in mind.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

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"With more modern technology than I had back in Soviet Union, I have come across a material which I recommended to the admiral to be used in sandwich layer of armor for the fleet. Is called Boron-carbide, Only two materials are harder, Boron Nitride, and Diamond. Boron Nitride is much more expensive and Diamond has no reliable method for creating such an armor that I am aware of, let alone the price for development and implementation. Boron Carbide is used in modern tank and body armor, is also much lighter, its weight is like Aluminum."

[kantainofunallowed]

"That’ll definitely work. Will it rust slower or faster than the steel used on the rest of us?"

[the-soviet-engineer]

The russian looked up in thought for a moment, running a few quick calculation's in his head.

"I would believe it would be negligibly slower, less than half knot of speed. But increase in protection would be preferred."

[the-soviet-engineer]

A not so warm welcome from the TSAB

[the-soviet-engineer]

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The russian held his tongue, he didn’t know if anyone was listening in on them… or if the woman he was next to was one to confide his thoughts about government in just yet.

"We should take it though as lesson to keep eyes open  when working on both design and construction of such important, yet dangerous pieces of equipment."

[broken-universes-deactivated201]

"Zis is many conspiracy theeory about whole inceedent. But nozing is certain, most eveedence points to deesgruntled former government agents. But ve is time of relative peace. Only to look back and remember and learn."

Sveta sighed and shrugged. “Time is helluva better zan before, four years ago.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

The engineer gave a silent nod, not wanting to pry into the issue. Old habits kept him from prison and execution, such would help now as well.

"I see, is there anything you wished to know about where I came from comrade Sveta."

[the-soviet-engineer]

"How can I create something like this pocket dimension… It would potentially allow for travel without having to carry 25 kilograms of rare and expensive Iridium metal for use in the creation of return portals… If you need something to destroy an egg… I do know how to construct a thermonuclear device with yield of up to 50 megatons… I know where to acquire the necessary material for it’s construction… but it will take several months to accumulate the tritium needed for fusion reaction that will greatly increase yield of standard fission bomb…"

"Such a device would not be light, the simplest I could make it without casing would be nearly 5 metric tons… however it would be more portable than entire missile or bomber aircraft that would otherwise need to deliver it."

[kotomineshirouko]

"The ability to create a reality marble like this is not an easy task. I was trained by a close friend of mine on how to maintain it. The amount of energy needed to cut yourself from the world is very high. It also helps to have a connection to a relic from the past. I don’t regularly reveal such information; however, I had the sheath of the legendary sword Excalibur placed inside of me, where it remains to this day. Having a connection to it since I was a mere child impressed it’s spiritual memories into me. Therefore, my life is forever connected to blades." Shirouko said. 

"Obtaining a Reality Marble is not something everyone can achieve through research alone. It requires a lot of internal thought and mere will power alone. I highly suggest that you look into various meditations. Since you seem to be aware of magical girls, try chatting with them about the nature of ‘magic’ or the manipulation of mana.  I suppose you could compare the studies of ‘magic’ to your world’s empirical system. However, it might take a leap of faith so to speak for you since the world you’ll be looking into is not logical by the human view of things."

"A device of that nature, you say….That might work. I’d have to make sure that the city is evacuated before I could even begin to plot something like that. Though since we’re dealing with a nasty that has a pocket world of it’s own…That might help to negate the possible issues."

[the-soviet-engineer]

"Only antimatter would be more devistating, there is complete conversion from mater to energy, a human sized amount being used could handily irradicate all life on earth... is too powerful and expensive to consider as option... not to mention that antimater must be kept in magnetic 'bottle' or else it will detonate."

[askthedoctorfromgallifrey]

"I hope Doctor is doing well... I hope I can contact him... but I have no number to go on... Unless I take stab at finding number by myself." He translates the digital address for "Galifrayian Doctor - TARDIS" into the address and hopes it works.

The Doctor was being shot by Sontaran when he jumped into the Tardis and closed the door. That was when the phone on the door started to ring. In the middle of the fire fight he opened the door and answered, “Hello this is the Doctor.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

"It is mixed joy though, she does have abilities such as forseeing possibilities future holds and manipulation of the speed at which time flows around her… not to mention she also has these metalic spheres which originate from a pocket dimention and can be used as potential weapons. I am working on figuring that out on my own though, so please don’t reveveal secret just yet comrade."

[askthedoctorfromgallifrey]

"Don’t worry I’m good at keeping a secret."

[the-soviet-engineer]

"Thank you, is sort of challenge for me to design things, is more satisfying than simply being given answer to problem. With ability to live on it gives no time limit to my research."

[the-soviet-engineer]

Призраки нашего прошлого - Ghosts of our past

[the-soviet-engineer]

"A Scientist is one who does the research and finds underling processes in the universe. I myself am an Engineer. I use what they have found out and apply them as solutions to problems as best I can."

The engineer took his glasses off and dispensed two pills for the soldier along with a small plastic bottle of water.

"This is treatment for lead poisoning, liquid in bottle is just water to make swallowing pills easier."

"As for wanting to hurt me I can understand, You suddenly find yourself in a foreign environment and were just coming from area of combat. especially when you see flag of homeland it would be first guess that I would mean harm to you. I appreciate you not following through though."

The engineer replaced the medical kit on the wall.

"For your own safety, I must request you not leave this factory floor, There is restroom to side of office if you need to use it. Let me know if you are hungry and I will collect some things for us to eat. I am not cook, I can make sandwich but anything more than that would be hazardous to health if I cooked it."

[gott--mit--uns-blog]

"Yes, I know what an engineer is — I just — seeing all this — you — I expect differently." But all was different. It always was, fantasy and reality, expectations and the truth of events; even on a situation that was impossible and that, in still confused mind, had to be a dream produced by morphine or the lack of sleep for the past days his squad and him had been stuck in the middle of conflict.

He was not about to fight, nor complain further. His little fear and enthusiasm had been caught and dragged down into muddied ground with it’s bleak outlook of the future. With downcast gaze he took the vital, clear liquid and medication, hesitating for a moment as he rolled around the pills in gunpowder, and dirt stained fingers in debate and finally popped them on his mouth; downing the cool liquid in an instant more out of thirst than the need to swallow the medication.

"The flag— yes…." God even that was bizarre. It had been the west… "I still apologize for that…killing attempt, but I swear I just wanted to knock you unconscious."

Then the words again drew the curious look on blue eyes; turning his chin towards the engineer and staring only for a minute-pass, unsure on how to even react or respond anymore.

"Is there any other type of life out there besides you and your buddies?" he finally tossed the question. "You sure seem to enjoy living in a place were anything can kill you."

[the-soviet-engineer]

The Russian paused for a moment and gave a very faint smile, but a smile as far as Russians were concerned.

"Let me put it in more easily understandable terms, Imagine briefing map, two directions maybe three if it is a model of a city for instance Berlin."

Gestures of his hands over the work table gave a bit of emphasis to the words that flowed from his mouth.

"Now imagine rather than just flat piece of paper it is something three dimensional that can rotate within table to show a new map of same place but it could be map from 1800, or 2000, It could even be map of different Berlin where War didn't happen in first place... Let us use six sided cube for simplicity for this object."

The Slav then pointed to his portal which sat unassuming like a gargoyle, yet as before had shown it could spring to life on demand. 

"Now Imagine that gate as a switch, that when set correctly can Rotate cube and show new map at will."

his stony expression gave way to a slightly pleading one, as if to implicitly voice that the man was to take these secrets to his grave.

"I live here because it is actually safer here than Soviet Union. Where government would use power of this device to place 4000 Kilo bomb under enemy parliament building or heavily populated civilian sector without warning and detonate it with impunity. That is what this could do in wrong hands... and why it must never fall into hands of any military power. Soviet, German. Japanese, British, American, French... All of which could use device to take over world in matter of months...

His poker-face returned quickly after he caught his breath for a few moments.

"So... Is why I stay here... As such device is safe here too under watchful eyes of my colleges and myself... Keeping Pandora's box out of hands who wish to fully open it more than I already have comrade."

Rather than going into detail on what he meant on  'more than he already had' He began to delve into why he lived in this lonely and godforsaken world with only himself and his colleagues left.

"Here I can pursue other feats of engineering that are much less dangerous, things that even in my time were only seen in science fiction novels. But still this device is by-far the most powerful I have created... It is literally gateway to not just our universe, but many others as well."

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly to refocus on the German solider before him, and promptly reminded the man of his choice he had to make.

"It is because of this power you must make decision... I can send you back to whence you came if you desire... or I can work with you to find new place in multiverse to live the rest of your life in. It is very unlikely we will cross paths again at that point."

[the-soviet-engineer]

A not so warm welcome from the TSAB

[the-soviet-engineer]

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"Indeed we would, I understand dangers of nuclear power… I was presented with a reactor design before back in my time, I was ignored when I pointed out flaw with control rods that could lead to issues when attempting low power tests… one that could lead to catastrophic failure of reactor and release it’s irradiated contents into atmosphere."

[broken-universes-deactivated201]

"Exactly" She chuckled. "Zere once was terrible incident that lead to several zousands of deazs. Entire place vas flooded with mana radiation. Poor zings… Case studies zay zat entire project was rushed for no reason…"

[the-soviet-engineer]

The russian held his tongue, he didn't know if anyone was listening in on them... or if the woman he was next to was one to confide his thoughts about government in just yet.

"We should take it though as lesson to keep eyes open  when working on both design and construction of such important, yet dangerous pieces of equipment."

[the-soviet-engineer]

Missouri's face was a lot more solemn than usual as she entered Isaac's office. "Martyn... do you think it would be feasible to build two more Iowa-class battleships?"

jackieszanymultiverse

"With the same as in original blueprints? Or would it be with modernizations? It would be more likely for the admiral to accept with the modernizations on there… but with you, Wisconsin, and Enterprise having ships under construction inside of you… it makes proposition difficult one to make. Unless there was very good reason you had in mind.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

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"It is no trouble, is job here to keep fleet in peak condition. I will begin to put together what I can to help, Perhaps I can come up with economical way to boost armor effectiveness under waterline for you and sisters too. I have much more freedom and resources now than back where I came from, and you have seen what I can do with very little."

[kantainofunallowed]

Missouri nodded. “Yeah, that’d be very appreciated. Maybe you could investigate more modern armor schemes so that we could use thinner armor without losing protection.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

"With more modern technology than I had back in Soviet Union, I have come across a material which I recommended to the admiral to be used in sandwich layer of armor for the fleet. Is called Boron-carbide, Only two materials are harder, Boron Nitride, and Diamond. Boron Nitride is much more expensive and Diamond has no reliable method for creating such an armor that I am aware of, let alone the price for development and implementation. Boron Carbide is used in modern tank and body armor, is also much lighter, its weight is like Aluminum."

[the-soviet-engineer]

Isaak looked on through squinted eyes.

"A pocket dimension… if it is as you say your internal world I don’t have proverbial door back out until you provide one. You said you would like me to share a bit of information, something aside from these vampiric entities you were discussing earlier I’m sure. I would appreciate an exchange of information as well."

[kotomineshirouko]

"This is true. Sharing knowledge is a key to advancing the world. Now, what I am most curious about is how you are able to travel to parallel universes with just the usage of a basic machine. There are only two people in this world that can achieve such a skill. One of them is a master of Second Magic, which to outsider such as yourself, it would be next to impossible to explain without decades of study." Shirouko said. 

"I know you have no reason to trust me. However, the usage of travelling to other worlds for research is key for me stop a Cthulhu-level incident from happening to this realm. I have a very limited time in order to destroy the egg."

"I’ve met other world versions of myself before that had stopped the egg from hatching…However, because of my surname they assume I am just as evil as my adopted father is. They either try to kill me on the spot or believe that I need to be saved and try to destroy the egg themselves. I care too much about this world to waste my time with the concepts of such morality. This is the main reason, I have to ask for the help of a stranger. "

"So. What information are you trying to seek out of me in exchange? I will try my best to make it worth your while; however, what you are seeing here is considered not a worthwhile study for the researchers in this world. One could say it is sacrilegious…"

[the-soviet-engineer]

"How can I create something like this pocket dimension... It would potentially allow for travel without having to carry 25 kilograms of rare and expensive Iridium metal for use in the creation of return portals... If you need something to destroy an egg... I do know how to construct a thermonuclear device with yield of up to 50 megatons... I know where to acquire the necessary material for it's construction... but it will take several months to accumulate the tritium needed for fusion reaction that will greatly increase yield of standard fission bomb..."

"Such a device would not be light, the simplest I could make it without casing would be nearly 5 metric tons... however it would be more portable than entire missile or bomber aircraft that would otherwise need to deliver it."

[askthedoctorfromgallifrey]

"I hope Doctor is doing well... I hope I can contact him... but I have no number to go on... Unless I take stab at finding number by myself." He translates the digital address for "Galifrayian Doctor - TARDIS" into the address and hopes it works.

The Doctor was being shot by Sontaran when he jumped into the Tardis and closed the door. That was when the phone on the door started to ring. In the middle of the fire fight he opened the door and answered, “Hello this is the Doctor.”

[the-soviet-engineer]

"… There is one, Oriko Mikuni. She has proven to keep her word every time she has made it. She is also personal friend of mine, So is the only personal exception I make for those in governmental seats."

[askthedoctorfromgallifrey]

"Well, I suppose that would make sense. Good on you then."

"Found one that keeps their word."

[the-soviet-engineer]

"It is mixed joy though, she does have abilities such as forseeing possibilities future holds and manipulation of the speed at which time flows around her... not to mention she also has these metalic spheres which originate from a pocket dimention and can be used as potential weapons. I am working on figuring that out on my own though, so please don't reveveal secret just yet comrade."

[the-soviet-engineer]

"Historic artifacts yes, but I am not man of faith to believe the legends that have distorted over time. The only reason I was able to defeat the witch was luck and what I had available to me. She was Witch of Dreams, so when she wanted drink of water I slipped sleeping draft into her drink. She had a friend over and I used her sleeping form as bait while I waited with a rifle with tranquilizer darts… I used them to keep wolves away. After downing her I placed both on boat and left them to the mother river to do what she saw fit with them."

[kotomineshirouko]

"How quaint." Shirouko said. "Human logic is only the tip of a much more complex universe. I’m sure that both you and I can agree on that. As you said, myths have some basis in fact or reality. The longer a story is around the much more complex it becomes. Thus, the artifacts from that story become much more powerful. What if one were able to tap into such a concept of the mind? To make such things a reality, even for a short amount of time? Let’s just say I have a better grasp on structural analysis than the average human. Now that is enough talk. What good is speech without being able to back my claims up?"

Shirouko then closed her eyes and stood at attention. Quietly she began to chant something:

"My soul is like a sword This flesh is of iron and a heart of glass I have fought countless battles A blessing or a curse, none can tell My design forged from my faith The saint and the sinner here alone Thus, the crusade is my meaning. This shell is made out of infinite blades”

As she finished chanting the world around them began to change. An illusionary fire that doesn’t emit any heat spread over both of them. A  bright light filled the vision of Issak and Shirouko. As the light began to dim down, it the world around them had become a barren desert with monolithic black gears gyrating in the distance. What was most curious was that all round them were swords that were anchored into the ground like gravestones. 

"Welcome to my internal world, Mr. Issak. Very few have ever been allowed in."

[the-soviet-engineer]

Isaak looked on through squinted eyes.

"A pocket dimension... if it is as you say your internal world I don't have proverbial door back out until you provide one. You said you would like me to share a bit of information, something aside from these vampiric entities you were discussing earlier I'm sure. I would appreciate an exchange of information as well."