Irony Maiden 00:
Part 1: Daria Stark
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Daria always loved to wake up to the smell of strong fresh coffee, a habit that she had developed during her years at the M.I.T. and then reinforced during her post grade at Raft. Knowing this Amy had left one cup ready at the coffeemaker inside her room/library in the Penthouse of the Stark Industries Tower, and apparently already disposed of Robert.
A fast query on the matter revealed that her caretaker had discovered a digital camera on Robert's belongings, and rather than disturb her in the middle of the night, Amy had interchanged the intimate photos with some less than wholesome ones from his webcam, then uploaded even less flattening comments on his Facebook and Tweeter, before using the penthouse defense systems to chase him away half naked to the basement and from there to a service hatch that would open in the middle of Central Park. Gigolos today were lacking professionalism it seemed.
While drinking her Lungo, Daria opened her mail, sorting them by sender and priority. On the inbox reserved to her many businesses with the DoD there were the new weapon requirements of the Army, Navy, Air Force and SHIELD for the fiscal year. Scrolling through them, she started sending the simpler ammunitions and armor projects to the appropriate teams of R&D of the company, usually with some suggestions, or in a couple of times an attached file from previous projects that might be useful.
Then, after sorting the small fries, she examined one of the projects that attracted her interest; there was the Supersonic Tactical Transport, she already had a team working on a prototype for SHIELD, and once the five-engine Quinjet had its FAA certification done it would equip fast reaction teams for global deployment.
There was a damage report from the Special Duty Team under General 'Thunder' Ross; it seemed like he had managed to destroy some of her Heavy Duty Sonic Cannons for anti-bunker and city wide riot control; the good old soldier had left her sound-busters worse than if a gorilla had a disagreement with a Daimler Smart, and then… irradiated it with Gamma Radiation? Weird, well he always paid cash upfront so he could do as he wanted, as long as he didn't ask for devolution.
And there were at least three different missile requests from the Army and Navy for the next five to ten years; the former for lighter, antipersonnel and anti-bunker rockets to substitute current unguided MLRS; the later needed both next generation SSMs to replace Tomahawks, and SAMs compatible with AEGIS cruisers.
Asking Rita to start her workshop's holographic projector, she got the digital blueprints of the Quinjet prototype and then manipulating the light model separated the maneuver thrusters, which used the patented Repulsor Technology for non Newtonian movement, from the rest. She had already dismissed the need of an explosive payload for the missile; the Repulsors could be easily overloaded for a decent sized blast. Then she started to manipulate the Repulsor tridimensional image removing shielding and redundant systems, throwing those to a virtual trashcan. The strategic positioning of the Repulsor's projectors would allow it both long distance in excess of 500 kilometers and 60,000 meters at Match 4.5, while being able to turn on a penny.
And for the teeth, well there was a reason why the Quinjet needed all five engines, and it was not for a lack of thrust, the real problem was that when the repulsor rays crossed each other would provoke a nasty amount of energetic feedback followed by a huge explosion. By directing the projectors at each other and provoking an overload to the palladium capacitor it would created an explosion going from big to almost nuclear. And careful manipulation of those same components in the instant before the explosions they could chose between a concentrated blast capable of going through a mountain, a series of small explosions that would carpet kilometers in deadly shockwaves, or a huge unfocused detonation that would be measured in kilotons.
All in all a product capable of being used by all services and under many different circumstances, She left to Rita the job of adding more conventional trinkets like gyroscopes and control surfaces to the design, she was capable of doing the correct aerodynamic calculations to do it and pragmatically enough to use only Stark produced parts without any further input until preliminary testing began. After that she sent the blueprints to Quinn alongside a small note detailing the uses and needs of the devise, with attachments to Barch, O'Neill and Rowe.
Now that the small stuff was over, it was time to start her real job. Going to her studio on the penthouse she asked Amy to open the skylights, she wanted to do this with the contaminated cool breeze of New York, it would set her on the mood. Getting her notebook out of the desk - she would never use the computer for this particular activity, she started writing:
Inside the store four young girls that Melody recognized as the Runway models that she met on last week's Crystal Boutique Fashion Parade, but they were quite different from the catty airheads that would criticize her clothing and didn't now what a textbook was for. Now they were pushing a heavy cart full of clothes, with no concern for their appearance and a thousand-yard stare. The single most frightening thing however was the absolute silence in sharp contrast from the rumor mongering and idiotic little giggles that followed them everywhere, even the bathroom.
She would need to ask Amy to contact the Escort Service for a new man for tonight, or maybe a woman, Robert had cold feet…