An entry with a Bang! - A BT roundrobin II

[Keiran Halcyon]

Thanks for these last few posts guys. It gave me an idea for continuing the Splinter Cell arc I'm busy writing...can you imagine Sam Fisher taking out the CEO of Irian (or any other IS megacorp asswipe that tries to fuck with CSN companies) right under the noses of their entire security force and getting away scott free

[Vianca]

Maybe hit such a company with a fuel-air bomb?

[Mr. Chapel]

Originally Posted by Vianca

Maybe hit such a company with a fuel-air bomb?

Nah, not at first. After the first 'accident' (and if it is proven it was one of the mega-corps), hit ALL three of them, at the same time. Take out a number of their high-ranking employees, like members of the board or the CEO and leave a message stating that this was in retaliation to the murder of innocents. Let them know that this was a blanket warning to ALL of them, whether or not they were involved and that if another 'accident' happens, all the mega-corps would need to get a complete new top-level staff.

Let THEM keep an eye on each other, for fear of getting a bullet to the brain.

[walkir]

Okay, my "killing day" remark was meant among the lines of 21st century economics vs. FASAnomics.
So CEarth companies simply do what they ever did, simply selling better, cheaper (or just more, just copying existing designs to close the gap in supplies will be a good and simple way to make money I guess) and wait for the enemy to be stupid enough to make the first move.
Btw, does Gazprom have it's own Army in the Ryanverse? IRL this was allowed in 2007...

Edit @Mr. Chapel: This only opens up two additional fronts and changes controlled revenge to unnecessary violence.

[Keiran Halcyon]

Originally Posted by Vianca

Maybe hit such a company with a fuel-air bomb?

That's good, only initially when CEarth wants to send a clear message to other megacorps. After that its shadow war.

[Mr. Chapel]

Originally Posted by walkir

Okay, my "killing day" remark was meant among the lines of 21st century economics vs. FASAnomics.
So CEarth companies simply do what they ever did, simply selling better, cheaper (or just more, just copying existing designs to close the gap in supplies will be a good and simple way to make money I guess) and wait for the enemy to be stupid enough to make the first move.
Btw, does Gazprom have it's own Army in the Ryanverse? IRL this was allowed in 2007...

Edit @Mr. Chapel: This only opens up two additional fronts and changes controlled revenge to unnecessary violence.

Maybe, but I doubt it. We're just 'encouraging' these three to keep an eye on each other for their own safety. Hang together, hang separately kind of thing.

Or we hit the one responsible, while leaving a 'calling card' for the other two, like say a dummy dressed as their CEO in his office for them to find with the message that we can get to them wherever and whenever we want, if they even think about doing something similar.

[Keiran Halcyon]

Okay, here goes. This is what I have so far for a Splinter Cell entry into AEWAB.

20th February 2007
Low Orbit, Antallos

The Mule Class GDI Dropship orientated itself to initiate a de-orbit burn from its fusion engines. The egg shaped vessel rocked as the engines ignited, and less than a minute later, having shed most of its orbital velocity; it began the descent to Port Krin’s Spaceport. It was part of the standard run from the Command Circuit between Earth and Antallos, and it was hardly unusual. It carried supplies and men for the GDI presence on the planet; however, on this trip inserted into the normalcy was the decidedly unusual. No one besides the Captain knew that the Dropship was actually running with two more passengers than officially listed and their respective equipment, and even he only knew enough not to ask questions that was way over his paygrade or clearance. When someone waved those credentials, he knew to just shut up and not even dream of the existence of the two passengers in question. He gave them their berth in as out of the way part of the Dropship as he could find, showed them where the escape pods were, especially the functional launch tube that lacked a pod, and got on with the business of captaining the ship.

The Dropship was well into the atmosphere now, riding a bright pillar of fusion flame that lit the night to slow its vertical velocity to landing parameters. As it passed from the mesosphere level into the stratosphere, the larger of the two ‘classified’ passengers, fully outfitted for his journey and objectives, climbed into the empty Launch tube. His fair companion had already interfaced her laptop into the tube systems and had overridden its command circuitry, preventing the Bridge from registering the tube opening at all.

He pulled the aviator mask that had been feeding him pure oxygen for the past half an hour away from his face. “Mind if I step outside a while Grim?”

Anna Grimsdóttír smirked at her partner. “Not at all, Sam.” She triggered the inner hatch shut and put on her well worn earphones and integrated microphone, powering up all the encrypted digital com gear. “You read me?”

“Clear as crystal, Grim.”

She turned to her laptop and brought up the ship status feed she had hacked into. It had been laughably easy and the NSA cryptographer wondered that if this was the state of Inner Sphere IT, then Third Echelon would have a much easier time squeezing itself into places it didn’t belong out here in the greater Galaxy. ‘What wonders never cease’ she mused. Here she and Sam were, slightly under two hundred light years from Earth, running a Splinter Cell op.

“Altitude forty two k.”

It had been a thankfully short trip thanks to the Command circuit, Anna couldn’t and didn’t want to imagine what it must have been like for the GDI Expeditionary force. She was very much a city girl, born in Boston, and grew up around computers and puzzles, being cooped up in the closet that masqueraded as a room on board the Dropship was not her idea of a good time.

“Thirty one k, stand by.” Her hand waited over the rather large red button, the manual launch – which would open the outer hatch and waited calmly for the ship’s altimeter to read twenty seven kilometres and pushed.

Sam Fischer, his helmet closed and oxygen systems feeding him properly heated and pressurized air; was ejected into the low stratosphere of Antallos. He overcame the initial disorientation from the acceleration and using the military free-fall boots and his arms, expertly righted himself to begin falling in the classic ‘arch’ or ‘belly to the earth’ free fall position. For a few brief moments he stayed level with the descending spheroid dropship, but its rapid deceleration and his rapid acceleration towards the ground soon meant that he was leaving it behind. He moved his body much like a plane would to pull away…getting cooked by the fusion plume of a dropship was not his idea of a good death.

His sub cochlear radio earpiece crackled and Anna’s voice transmitted itself directly into his eardrums. ‘Nice view out there, Sam?’

“Picturesque,” was his wry reply. The very odd star field shining down upon the expanding spider web lines of Port Krin’s artificial lighting would make a nice background wallpaper on his office computer in Third Echelon.

‘Huh, you get the fun old man, whilst I get the ride in what feels like a glorified interstellar gimble machine.”

Sam chuckled and looked at his wrist altimeter. So far so good, his midnight black Mark V Tactical Operations Suit was keeping him nice and warm despite the subzero ambient temperatures around him, thanks to its thermoregulation system, and he was arcing his trajectory carefully over towards his general destination. He was probably being detected by GDI radar, but the stealth properties of his suit made the radar return well below the detection threshold programming that cancelled out birds from showing up on the screens. So at least, the DARPA liaison theorized.

“Approaching parafoil deployment altitude.”

The planet below had swollen considerably to dominate his vision, and he was no longer able to see its curvature. He adjusted his free-fall to now enter the more dangerous ‘head-to-earth’ position, his freefall rate increasing from 190 kilometers per hour to over 257KPH. All his concentration had to go now into being absolutely stable and orientated; as such he now had to rely on his AAD (Auto Activation Device) to unfurl the parafoil. In his head he counted down his best mental estimate of when the AAD would activate…if it didn’t, he would have to pull back into ‘arch’ and deploy his reserve chute…this would increase his profile and he’d definitely be flagged by Radar as ‘suspect’. GDI would investigate and then this ‘blacker than black op’ would be forced into the ‘official’ spotlight.

In the end, his count was only two seconds off. At exactly eight thousand two hundred meters, the parafoil struts were unfurled, and the radar absorbent surfaces locked in place between them, forming a wing that in effect turned him into a human glider. With it came enough stability that let him move his arms freely again, into the control handles under either side of the wing. Carefully he twisted…turning the small flaps to correct his dive.

He had used the Switchblade parafoil once before, it had worked then, and DARPAs ingenuity didn’t fail him now…thank goodness. The thing was still technically in testing.

He had arrested his fall, but still had way too much speed and moved into an S-turn to bleed some of it off. Looking to his left, the arm which held his OPSAT – that in the absence of a GPS satellite network around Antallos, had been reprogrammed to work on inertial guidance – he saw that his target was dead ahead, about nine kilometers distant. He’d make that easily.

“On target, Grim.”

“Good, I’d really have preferred we waited until GDI had at least one spysat in orbit, but we’ll have to learn to make do if we’re going to be doing this again in the Inner Sphere.”

A minute of flight later Sam spotted his target in the night. The starlight and the buildings’ own lighting reflecting off its sloping, curved lines, and the unmistakable large dish that represented the business end of a Hyperpulse Generator on top.

“Time to get to work.”

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Sam Fisher crouched on the roof of the Comstar HPG station, using the shadow cast by the large antenna dish to remain unseen from any possible observers from the ground, whilst he refolded the parafoil and placed all the HAHO jump gear with it; all of which had been designed with this in mind. It all fit into a duffel bag that was as dark as his own Tactical suit, and he would leave it here for the duration of the mission, retrieving it on his way out…if things didn’t pan out and he was forced to use another exfiltration point, Anna could send a remote command to the duffel bag itself to detonate incendiary charges that was inserted in the linings – Comstar would find nothing but a mishapen lump of scorched black plastics and steel.

With that done he eyed the nearby cracked skylight; apparently damaged by the adjacent HPG dish at some point in the past. A feel of the dish mounting base revealed repair welds. ‘Guess some it must have been blasted off in the past.’ Sam carefully began pulling away the cracked sections of glass out of its housing.

He attached a rope around the base of the HPG dish and threaded it into his harness. The lobby below was darkened with minimal lighting. He gave an exaggerated nod to drop his trifocal vision goggles, observing the room in the black-white hues of infrared. There was not a soul in sight from his vantage point but he spotted a fixed camera facing directly towards the public entrance, which also covered much of the room.

This wasn’t good enough so he carefully pushed down his fiber-optic camera – twisting it to do a more thorough sweep…and revealed a Comstar Acolyte seated in a far corner, fast asleep. ‘He’s not even patrolling,’ Sam thought derisively. There could be no evidence of any break-in, so it limited his means for proceeding somewhat but it wasn’t insurmountable.

He unslung the SC-20K. It was essentially a highly modified, 30-round, selective fire 5.56x45mm NATO bullpup assault rifle with a suppressor, a 1.5x reflex sight or a 2/4/6x scope, and had an underslung grenade launcher used to launch various less-than-lethal devices. He loaded one such device and carefully aimed at the camera, the weapon barely made a sound as it sent an EMP round to put it out of action.

He quickly looked into the fibre-op cam…the Acolyte was still asleep.

Moments later he had silently rappelled down into the lobby. He unhooked the rope and with a tiny remote, the Ascender he had attached at the base of the sat dish pulled the rope back up, but not completely, as it had to come back down for his exfiltration later.

Adopting a crouch, he walked carefully and efficiently forward, his soft, yet durable shoes preventing any sound from being made by his footfall on the plastic tile floor. He paused directly under the camera he had disabled earlier, and glanced at his watch. The small EMP device that had been stuck there fell right on time, and he easily snatched it out of the air. ‘Score another one for DARPA.’

He moved out of the lobby and into the main corridor, there were thankfully no lights here or cameras, but he froze when he saw what looked like laser emitters near the floor. Switching to thermal vision on his goggles, he noted that they weren’t active. ‘Very sloppy or its just broken down.’

Back to infrared vision, he continued forward and leaned against a corner, surveying the turn in the corridor ahead before proceeding. The area ahead was fully lighted; there were two elevators, another Acolyte – this one looking half-awake and visibly struggling to remain so – and another camera.

Sam carefully removed his SC pistol, also from Fabrique National; the highly modified Five Seven with an attached suppressor fired twenty rounds of NATO 5.7mm ammunition. He was not allowed to kill anybody today, so it was filled with the most potent tranquilizer ammo that Third Echelon had access to. Presenting as little of the weapon around the corner as possible, he fired a dart directly into the Acolyte’ neck. ‘Good night sweetheart.’

He changed ammo at this point to fire a prototype device called an Optically Channeled Potentiator (OCP). They destroyed themselves on impact, unlike the EMP fired from his SC20, and were used to temporarily disrupt electronic devices, such as light fixtures, gun turrets and security cameras.

With the thirty seconds time he had; Sam rushed forward, removed the dart from the Acolyte, pressed both buttons on the elevators – his luck held out, one opened immediately; quickly glanced inside – no cameras and then pushed out the ceiling to find the access hatch, whilst thumbing the ‘Door Close’ button.

He made it into the elevator shaft with three seconds to spare.

‘So far so good, Sam.’ Grim praised. ‘Precentor Long’s office should be on the fifth floor and thermal imaging has shown the station mainframe on the third.”

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Enjoyed? Any improvements you can suggest?

[walkir]

Originally Posted by Mr. Chapel

Or we hit the one responsible, while leaving a 'calling card' for the other two, like say a dummy dressed as their CEO in his office for them to find with the message that we can get to them wherever and whenever we want, if they even think about doing something similar.

That's better. Just killing random people because someone from another company attacked you makes you look like a madman.
Killing the the persons responsible, preferably without collateral damage, will gain you respect and will look honorable to lots of people in the sphere.
Breaking into the offices of those random people and leaving a sign that we could have killed them... if we wanted, but had no reason to do so is a big enough stunt to earn even more respect by those few persons knowing about it.

[The Unicorn]

Originally Posted by walkir

Okay. What about this.

CEarths position will be detected sooner or later anyway, so they’re debating rules for the time after that? It’s a lobbying attempt of the pharmaceutical industry, which isn’t getting anywhere.
(Oh, that’s evil. Once we’re detected and our position is out, we will unleash all of our companies on the sphere. That sounds like all the companies of western Germany expanding into the former GDR. This was more a killing day than a meeting of equals… “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the president. Our secret is out. You are now allowed to enter the Inner Sphere and sell there. The buffet is now open. “ )

That would work.

Originally Posted by Keiran Halcyon

Okay, here goes. This is what I have so far for a Splinter Cell entry into AEWAB.

Enjoyed? Any improvements you can suggest?

while coverage may be spotty GDI does have some spy sats in orbit, it's mentioned in the salvage snippit where they find the dead body, and wouldn't make any sense for them not to have tossed a few satelites out a drop ship's door at some point, most likely even before the battle for Port Krin.

Other than that very nice

[Vianca]

Originally Posted by Keiran Halcyon

Okay, here goes. This is what I have so far for a Splinter Cell entry into AEWAB.
Enjoyed? Any improvements you can suggest?

He gave an exaggerated nod to drop his trifocal vision goggles, observing the room in the black-white hues of infrared.

Wouldn't that be green or red?
It could be that this is some new model, but I thought that night-vision stuff always was green or yellow with certain lvl's of red in it (yes, heat vision).

I remember that when I was in the place were they repaired that stuff for both army and navy.
One put a green screen between you're eyes and the world that besides letting you see in the dark, tinted everything green.
The other was yellow to red, the redder it was, the hotter it was.

If it's a new model, please give us a link, Oke?

[Jimmy C]

About the "corporate-shadow-war" thing, you guys don't seem to grasp just how shadowy it can be. Take this example of how a corp exec can order a hit for example:

Joe Somebody posts the link to the profile of a senior executive on a news board.
Random Whacker sees the post and knows what needs to be done.
Mr. Senior Exec dies in "an unfortunate accident" or even "natural causes"
A quantity of cash is transferred from an ordinary bank account to another seemingly ordinary bank account.
An envelope filled with money is handed over to Random Whacker.

Good luck tracing that chain of events back to corp that "ordered" the hit.

[king of hybrids]

Originally Posted by Tyrchon

I think one of the things we've nearly reached a consensu on is that CEarth, in addition to colonizing many the worlds brought along through the ISOT, will also enter into relations with the Outworlds Alliance and some point in the future annex/integrate/take over/bring peace, stability, and prosperity to the Alliance this creating a new interstellar nation that will be a shining beacon and example to the res of the Inner Sphere of the values that CEarth exposes.

umm...what will we do with the OWA royal family (the Avellars)?

[walkir]

@Keiran: Good snipplet.

15 April 2007 (unless another date is better)
WHO headquarters, Geneva, Switzerland

Dr Margaret Chan, the Director-General of the WHO read her notes for the next meetings a last time. She kept her post after the change from UN to CSN without much trouble, having only been in office for about four weeks when it happened. New appointments would only come in a while and only some of the worst miscasts in UN agencies were replaced. There wasn't enough time to do more. Her predecessor, Dr. Lee Jong Wook, had died in late May and it took until early November to elect her.
And now she had a way to get something development workers had wanted for years, if not decades. For the first time, the industry had a weaker position than the government.

A few minutes later, a subordinate led the heads of the international Federation of Pharmaceutical Manufacturers and Associations, European Federation of Pharmaceutical Industries and Associations, Japan Pharmaceutical Manufacturers Association and Pharmaceutical Research and Manufacturers of America, the four most important organizations of the pharmaceutical industry, into the meeting room and left.
Each of them had a leather notebook and a dossier with them as they placed themselves.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Geneva."
The men nodded and Dr. Harvey Bale, the Chairman of the international Federation answered “Thank you for your time Dr. Chan.”

“I’m interested in what you have to tell me about your plans offworld, Dr. Bale.”

“Extrasolar.” He corrected her “For everything inside the Sol system, we expect laws more among the lines of contemporary Terran law.”

She nodded. That was a reasonable assumption.
“As we all know, your member companies want to sell their product in the inner sphere. There are literally billions of people out there that need medication, as well as thousands of hospitals to equip.”

“Not to forget hundreds of new planets with new plants, animals and other genetic – at least we hope it’S DNA-based - material we might use for research." he added.
"On top of that, Earth can use every bit of good PR that isn't earned by the military, can’t it?"

He had a point, a very good one at that.
After all she heard GDI had firmly established itself as a player that even got respect from the big powers and Port Krin was secured.
To her, that simply meant civilians were now able to work outside a battle zone. Showing strength was necessary, but only the foundations of Earth’s PR work. The rebuilding of Port Krin, securing basic human rights and setting up an education and medical system would be step two, and free elections step three. After that, the city could enter the CSN as a sovereign nation.
This would have more effect than the nth raid on the city ever could. All of this would need a strong military to actually keep the city, but priorities would have to shift. Few people in the civilian CSN organizations (but many in the militaries) thought different.

"That’s right. But we can’t just open space for trade yet as I’m sure you understand. The nature and position of Earth has to be kept secret as long as possible.”
“There is still some free capacity not used for rebuilding efforts and there will be much more once we’re sure Earth is safe, there are more CSN-controlled jumpships and Port Krin will be permanently secured.”
The tiny percentage of lift capacity already assigned to non-GDI medical needs was mainly used by the red cross and red crescent federation to visit prisoners of war, refugees and teaching local medics.

“Which isn’t a real problem, as far as we know, our current production capacity is way to low to cater to the entire region of the inner sphere open to the CSN. We need another two or three years to complete and upgrade our facilities and ramp up production, anyway.”

“So it all boils down to legislative work.” she allowed herself a little smile “This is the WHO position: Anyone that wants to sell medical product in the inner sphere will have to sell it under a cheaper brand mainly intended for poorer countries on Earth as well as on poorer worlds, too. You can still sell the expensive brands to the rich worlds of the successor states.
And as all of your members will need every bit of capacity to sell your cash cows, you might even have a chance to sell older product without patent protection, as there won’t be much capacity for reverse-engineered copies anyway.”

The meeting went on for over an hour. There still was a lot to decide before any side could sent recommendations into the CSN bureaucracy.

[nick012000]

There's no need to hit the enter key after every sentence; it makes it much less readable. Also, you don't start sentences with "And".

The snippet editted for readability and to correct small grammatical errors.

Originally Posted by walkir

@Keiran: Good snipplet.

15 April 2007 (unless another date is better)
WHO headquarters, Geneva, Switzerland

Dr Margaret Chan, the Director-General of the WHO read her notes for the next meetings a last time. She kept her post after the change from UN to CSN without much trouble, having only been in office for about four weeks when it happened. New appointments would only come in a while and only some of the worst miscasts in UN agencies were replaced. There wasn't enough time to do more. Her predecessor, Dr. Lee Jong Wook, had died in late May and it took until early November to elect her. Now she had a way to get something development workers had wanted for years, if not decades. For the first time, the industry had a weaker position than the government.

A few minutes later, a subordinate led the heads of the international Federation of Pharmaceutical Manufacturers and Associations, European Federation of Pharmaceutical Industries and Associations, Japan Pharmaceutical Manufacturers Association and Pharmaceutical Research and Manufacturers of America, the four most important organizations of the pharmaceutical industry, into the meeting room and left. Each of them had a leather notebook and a dossier with them as they placed themselves.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Geneva."

The men nodded and Dr. Harvey Bale, the Chairman of the international Federation, answered, “Thank you for your time Dr. Chan.”

“I’m interested in what you have to tell me about your plans offworld, Dr. Bale.”

“Extrasolar.” He corrected her, “For everything inside the Sol system, we expect laws more among the lines of contemporary Terran law.”

She nodded. That was a reasonable assumption. “As we all know, your member companies want to sell their product in the inner sphere. There are literally billions of people out there that need medication, as well as thousands of hospitals to equip.”

“Not to forget hundreds of new planets with new plants, animals and other genetic – at least we hope it’S DNA-based - material we might use for research." he added. "On top of that, Earth can use every bit of good PR that isn't earned by the military, can’t it?"

He had a point, a very good one at that. After all she heard GDI had firmly established itself as a player that even got respect from the big powers and Port Krin was secured. To her, that simply meant civilians were now able to work outside a battle zone. Showing strength was necessary, but only the foundations of Earth’s PR work. The rebuilding of Port Krin, securing basic human rights and setting up an education and medical system would be step two, and free elections step three. After that, the city could enter the CSN as a sovereign nation. This would have more effect than the Nth raid on the city ever could. All of this would need a strong military to actually keep the city, but priorities would have to shift. Few people in the civilian CSN organizations (but many in the militaries) thought different.

"That’s right. But we can’t just open space for trade yet as I’m sure you understand. The nature and position of Earth has to be kept secret as long as possible. There is still some free capacity not used for rebuilding efforts and there will be much more once we’re sure Earth is safe, there are more CSN-controlled jumpships and Port Krin will be permanently secured.” The tiny percentage of lift capacity already assigned to non-GDI medical needs was mainly used by the red cross and red crescent federation to visit prisoners of war, refugees and teaching local medics.

“Which isn’t a real problem, as far as we know, our current production capacity is way to low to cater to the entire region of the inner sphere open to the CSN. We need another two or three years to complete and upgrade our facilities and ramp up production, anyway.”

“So it all boils down to legislative work.” She allowed herself a little smile. “This is the WHO position: Anyone that wants to sell medical product in the inner sphere will have to sell it under a cheaper brand mainly intended for poorer countries on Earth as well as on poorer worlds, too. You can still sell the expensive brands to the rich worlds of the successor states, and as all of your members will need every bit of capacity to sell your cash cows, you might even have a chance to sell older product without patent protection, as there won’t be much capacity for reverse-engineered copies anyway.”

The meeting went on for over an hour. There still was a lot to decide before any side could sent recommendations into the CSN bureaucracy.

[John117xCortana]

Originally Posted by Kerrus

No, no, she doesn't have a poster. She has a recording of the last time Dansel appeared for a propaganda service (inspiring the troops), looped, and running on a projector pointed at the ceiling above her bed. *girlish sigh*

Originally Posted by Tweeky

My thoughts exactly, the reason why I was asking how much time will have elapsed by the time Dansel gets back to Earth, is if Sally has turned 18 and is no longer officially jail-bait. Poor Dansel, he's going to have in that case a besotted 18 year-old with a huge crush on him. I bet that instead of a poster of a rock-star, Sally has a poster of Dansel on her bedroom wall much to her parents chagrin, they'd no doubt much prefer a poster of a rock-star.

How old is Tony ?

Is there a pic of Sally ?

[tremerid]

Originally Posted by Vianca

Wouldn't that be green or red?

There's at least one type of vision enhancement goggles/scopes I know of that let you see in a greyish tint.
One would be a combination IR/Night vision setup. I've seen these. They get rid of the shades of green of night vision, and the shades of white/black, and leave you with something greyish in between.


Ed and the others probably have more information, since what I know is a number of years out of date(and possibly inaccurate, due to how long ago it was that I heard about the stuff).

[walkir]

Originally Posted by John117xCortana

Is there a pic of Sally ?

that's Sally in 1984 (hunt for red october )

The Actress is Louise Borras, I can't find any newer picture of her or another actress in a newer film...

[Keiran Halcyon]

Originally Posted by John117xCortana

Is there a pic of Sally ?

In 1994 'Clear and Present Danger', Sally Ryan was acted by Thora Birch, who has grown up into a very fine lady http://www.imdb.com/media/rm2325911552/nm0000301

[walkir]

Yeah, just found it, too. She was the girl at the window in "American Beauty"...

Edit: According to imdb.com, "Hunt for red october" is in 1984, meaning Sally would have to be in her mid-twenties, as being 18 years old in 2006 means being born in 1988...

[John117xCortana]

Originally Posted by Keiran Halcyon

That's good, only initially when CEarth wants to send a clear message to other megacorps. After that its shadow war.

The fuel air bomb is obsolete by now. Use the MOAB or the Russian FOAB.

[John117xCortana]

Oh boy, poor Tony.

[The Unicorn]

Originally Posted by walkir

@Keiran: Good snipplet.

15 April 2007 (unless another date is better)
WHO headquarters, Geneva, Switzerland.

Much better although there are some stuff that seems to have been partially edited, I'll post a more detailed critique later.

[walkir]

Originally Posted by John117xCortana

Oh boy, poor Tony.

Well, we have a problem... Unless we want to edit Sally out of "red october", she's at least 25 by now.

[John117xCortana]

And where is the fun in that ? ^_^

How old is Tony anyway ?

[werehawk509]

Originally Posted by John117xCortana

The fuel air bomb is obsolete by now. Use the MOAB or the Russian FOAB.

Actually I don't think it was obsolescence that did in the FAE...

I suspect it was more a case of it being a bit problematic as to environmental conditions and delivery than other bombs remember your dumping a combustible gas mix into the air and setting it off given a strong wind at your target site and you may end up with a less than ideal detonation or one that has an unacceptable level of collateral damage. Also the delivery method was dumping it out the backside of a C-130 which quite frankly is not a bomber and is extremely vulnerable to SAMs and fighters...