A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct. This every sister of the Bene Gesserit knows and when it comes to working with Handwavium, I am inclined towards the same feeling.
There is one thing that I had hoped for, above all else and with no hope whatsoever of. And now I was going to not only see it lost, but participate in it's demise. To match the quote above with the mangling of another:
We have climbed as high and as far as our machines will take us. To the very limits of human achievement. To the gates of heaven itself. And now we are going to try to kill each other. We were about to stain the sky, fight a war in heaven.
Make no mistake, I was one hundred percent behind the need to eliminate the Boskonians and the Zwilniks as best we were able. But warfare in Fenspace was something that, while inevitable, I had hoped could wait a generation at least for. Now, if we failed, then that future generation would pay the price.
And so I was stood in the door to the Saint Bernard's Alpha Bay not so much deciding how to turn the gathered equipment into a warmachine as endeavouring to purge myself of any ambiguity on the subject. If I had any doubts at all about my cause, then what I was going to build then it would carry those doubts and be less than I needed it to be.
I didn't try to mask those doubts in anger, but in resolve. My purpose here was to create a warmachine, not a killing machine. Not a weapon, but a soldier.
My lips curled into a crooked smile and I knew that I was as ready as I could hope to be. Pulling a remote from the back pocket of my jeans, I thumbed play and a pre-selected soundtrack began to lay down a guitar line, crystallising my frame of mind.
"I name you: Destrier," I told the body shell of the 1969 Dodge Charger that would contain the framework that I was ready to start laying out.
The interior of the Saint Bernard is divided into two vertically and three horizontally, creating six compartments of roughly equal size. On the lower deck, the compartments are Alpha Bay at the front (where he's currently working), Zeta Bay at the back (where the Jaime Retief lives and between them are the Saint Bernard's working spaces, 'Lower Amidship', such as life support, parts of the drive mechanism and a personnel airlock with EVA gear.
On the upper deck (which is somewhat wider), the middle compartment, 'Upper Amidship' also contains the workings of the Saint Bernard. The stairs down to Lower Amidship is also here (there is a spinal passage along both Amidships compartments) although Alpha and Zeta Bay both have hatches in the ceiling leading to the upper deck for emergency purposes. The aft compartment on this deck has a large table suited for dining or conference purposes. It's also used as an office and there are a large number of cabinets that don't store anything terribly earth-shaking.
The forward compartment of the upper deck is 'home' for Mr Morden - the rear third has a bathroom on one side and a kitchen on the other, the middle third has a decent-sized bed (which is more important than it might seem) and the front contains the actual controls. There's space for four there, but he usually uses all four workstations himself and all four are completely redundant.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
There is one thing that I had hoped for, above all else and with no hope whatsoever of. And now I was going to not only see it lost, but participate in it's demise. To match the quote above with the mangling of another:
We have climbed as high and as far as our machines will take us. To the very limits of human achievement. To the gates of heaven itself. And now we are going to try to kill each other. We were about to stain the sky, fight a war in heaven.
Make no mistake, I was one hundred percent behind the need to eliminate the Boskonians and the Zwilniks as best we were able. But warfare in Fenspace was something that, while inevitable, I had hoped could wait a generation at least for. Now, if we failed, then that future generation would pay the price.
And so I was stood in the door to the Saint Bernard's Alpha Bay not so much deciding how to turn the gathered equipment into a warmachine as endeavouring to purge myself of any ambiguity on the subject. If I had any doubts at all about my cause, then what I was going to build then it would carry those doubts and be less than I needed it to be.
I didn't try to mask those doubts in anger, but in resolve. My purpose here was to create a warmachine, not a killing machine. Not a weapon, but a soldier.
My lips curled into a crooked smile and I knew that I was as ready as I could hope to be. Pulling a remote from the back pocket of my jeans, I thumbed play and a pre-selected soundtrack began to lay down a guitar line, crystallising my frame of mind.
"I name you: Destrier," I told the body shell of the 1969 Dodge Charger that would contain the framework that I was ready to start laying out.
The interior of the Saint Bernard is divided into two vertically and three horizontally, creating six compartments of roughly equal size. On the lower deck, the compartments are Alpha Bay at the front (where he's currently working), Zeta Bay at the back (where the Jaime Retief lives and between them are the Saint Bernard's working spaces, 'Lower Amidship', such as life support, parts of the drive mechanism and a personnel airlock with EVA gear.
On the upper deck (which is somewhat wider), the middle compartment, 'Upper Amidship' also contains the workings of the Saint Bernard. The stairs down to Lower Amidship is also here (there is a spinal passage along both Amidships compartments) although Alpha and Zeta Bay both have hatches in the ceiling leading to the upper deck for emergency purposes. The aft compartment on this deck has a large table suited for dining or conference purposes. It's also used as an office and there are a large number of cabinets that don't store anything terribly earth-shaking.
The forward compartment of the upper deck is 'home' for Mr Morden - the rear third has a bathroom on one side and a kitchen on the other, the middle third has a decent-sized bed (which is more important than it might seem) and the front contains the actual controls. There's space for four there, but he usually uses all four workstations himself and all four are completely redundant.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.