ICED FIRE-CLASS ANTIMATTER TRANSPORT
Operated by: Extropa Energy, ICC
Type: Antimatter Transport
Construction: Islien Yards, ICC
Length: 1,600 km (overall)
Beam: 3,200 km
Dry mass: 39,200 tons (not including cryocels)
Gravity-well capable: No; not even low-orbit capable.
Atmosphere capable: No.
- Flight Commander
- 3 x Flight Executive/Administrator
- 3 x Flight Director
- 3 x Flight Engineer
- 3 x Propulsion Engineer
- 3 x Cargomaster
- 3 x general technicians
- 2 x riggers/EVA specialists
- Thinker-class AI
- 3 x Nucleodyne Thrust Applications 1×1 “Sunheart V” fusion torch
Propellant: Deuterium/helium-3 blend
Cruising (sustainable) thrust: 3.5 standard gravities (3.3 Earth G) at nominal load
Maximum velocity: 0.3 c unloaded, 0.1 c loaded (based on particle shielding)
- 3 x general-purpose maintenance drones
- 3 x tether-climbing rigger drones
- 1 x standard navigational sensor suite, Islien Yards
- 2 x Islien Yards boosted commercial kinetic barrier system
- Biogenesis Technologies Mark VII regenerative life support
- 2 x Bright Shadow EC-780 information furnace data system
- Islien Yards custom dual vector-control core and associated technologies
- Systemic Integrated Technologies dual-mode radiator system
- 1 x Élyn-class microcutter
- 1 x Adhaïc-class workpod
The standard vehicle for ferrying antimatter from the Cirys bubble at Esilmúr to its various places of use, the Iced Fire-class is a starship designed around one core principle, commonly adhered to when dealing with antimatter:
Don’t get any on you.
The core hull itself is much smaller than the dimensions above suggest; a blunted cylinder a mere 252 m in length, including bunkerage. This houses the entire livable volume of the starship, including a dock for the Élyn-class microcutter at the bow, and a bay housing for the workpod. Rather than the typical stern mounting, the three Sunheart V fusion torches are located in nacelles set off from the hull on radiator pylons amidships, located 120 degrees apart; these nacelles are fully vectorable for maximum maneuverability.
The stern of the core hull instead contains the attachment points and winches for a 1,600 km tether, at whose fully extended end is in turn attached the spinhub. This is a simple unit containing monitoring equipment and a centrifugal ring, to which in turn are mounted eight further attachment points and associated tethers, terminating in heavy couplings. It is to these couplings that antimatter cryocels are mounted during loading, and dismounted upon arrival. In flight, the action of the centrifugal ring maintains appropriate safe distance between the core hull and the cryocels, and between the cryocels themselves, while also ensuring that jettisoned cryocels will move away from the main body of the starship in the event of containment failure.
So, we had already established one word for a celestial body. As you’ll recall, that would be:
From there, ancient astronomers gave us:
affíëníel: (from traäffiën ashíël, “dancing star”), planet; and
chalíël: (from trachálporis ashíël, “circling star”), moon.
And slightly less ancient ones provided:
alélazik: (from traälél azik, “sky-rock”), asteroid
But just to ensure that some recent distinctions are captured:
traäffíënel chalíël: true-moon, moon of a planet; and
trachalíël chalíël: moonmoon, moon of a moon; and even the unlikely
traälélazik chalíël: moon of an asteroid.
trakháln ulalath: (lit. “painful ignorance”); the things you don’t know that can hurt you. Originally Military Service slang, before entering into general usage.
“Having adjudged those persons here present to constitute a riotous assembly within the meaning of the Act thereupon, and by that Mandate which I hold and which I serve, I charge and command ye all, in the Voice of Their Divine Majesties, immediately to lay down arms and submit yourselves in peace to the Constabulary, that fair judgement may be laid upon ye, or else by your actions renounce any rights and claims in citizen-shareholdership and declare yourselves subject to such pains and penalties as the law does prescribe for the common enemies of sophontkind.”
Once more into the cinema, dear friends, once more:
- Captain America continues to be awesome.
- He don’t need no steenkin’ parachute, although why the vibranium ain’t glowing is a mystery.
- Ah, multitasking. Always room for a banter thread.
- And this is why concealed mission objectives are a bad idea unless you’re concealing them from yourself with a conditional-release trigger. Even for compartmentalization purposes.
- Heli-cruisers, is it?
- Ah, the idealist versus the pragmatist. The audience sides with the idealist. (The sentinels in the audience sigh softly.)
- Oh, that reunion. It could make a stone weep, and we all still hate mortality.
- Hiding things from yourself, Fury, or something sinister going on?
- Nice car. Smart. Just the thing for a nice day out in hostile territory.
- …not quite good enough, but damn close.
- The Winter Soldier, I presume?
- Well, that’s a nice trick, Mister Cyborg.
- Oh, he is so not dead.
- And, Pierce, this is possibly the most obvious frame job since they hung the Mona Lisa.
- Son, you don’t have enough STRIKE units. The whole of SHIELD doesn’t have enough STRIKE units.
- And, as usual, the Council of Holographic People is being played like an organ-grinder’s… organ. The Imperial Security Executive is deeply unimpressed.
- Nice moves – and you schmucks call yourselves a tac team?
- YOU UPLOADED A MIND-STATE WITH THAT!? (in a bunker? with a box of scraps?)
- Oh, you cunning bastards. When working with a population of kneelers, anyway.
- (And how the hell was Fury blind to this all these years? This is why the Imperial Service has three, count ’em, three, Departments of Impropriety.)
- “I shoot my housekeeper to demonstrate how unnecessarily evil I am!”
- Oh, it’s Senator Asshat being… well, yeah, exactly what we’d expect.
- And that’s how one conducts an interrogation. Also, really nice jetpackoskeleton.
- Ah, proleptic algorithms. Nice tech, lots of useful applications, shame about the grotesque abuse of it here.
- Well, shit. How did you end up there? And then?
- Excellent timing, Agent Hill.
- Oh, Rumlow, don’t you know that the traditional cliché is to make the prisoners dig their own graves?
- Called it.
- Ah, more freezing, after a run through the brain laundry. That makes sense.
- Please note: the tech in your laundry also sucks.
- …and yeah, seriously, when you’re this compromised, you BURN IT TO THE GROUND. And then shoot the ashes into the sun. And then blow up the sun.
- Good impromptu speech, that.
- And glorious moment-stepping!
- And then, sudden transparency. Everyone in the audience who doesn’t secretly work for the Fifth Directorate applauds. So does everyone who does, because, y’know, secrecy.
- “Order only comes through pain”? Man, HYDRA are all about the fucked-up mottos.
- Well, this is a spectacular mess.
- Nice catch!
- And after their respective multiple high-risk plays, the entire audience would be more than delighted to go into battle alongside either Cap or Black Widow. Any day of the week.
- Well, that’s a hell of a loose end to tie up.
- …and there are some idiots playing with the scepter of mindfucking. That’s going to work out well.
Also doesn’t take much cultural explanation, same as the last one in this sub-series, except for two really big details:
One, how did you get a supposedly non-evil organization to think that Project Insight doing preemptive executions was a good idea (don’t tell us, pragmatism – which is why we don’t like pragmatists around here); and
Two, how in all the blazes of nucleonic eggbeating fornication did, I repeat myself, Fury let SHIELD get that compromised? I mean, there’s suspension of disbelief, but based on previous films and characterization, we’re not supposed to think of him as hilariously incompetent, so…