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Chapter 5

Lord Von Bolt was sitting in his office, when one of his aides walked in.

"Lord Bolt, I have a message for you."

"Thank you Kindle, that will be all," he said with a somewhat raspy voice. His lungs have been giving him more trouble than usual. They already weren't in the best shape: He had breathed in too many gases from the old wars.

It was from the Undying Storm; Admiral Henson's command ship. He opened the letter…and let it fall to the ground when he read it. There was a traitor aboard the ship. The message had not indicated as to whom it was from, or who the traitor was, but three men came to mind when he heard traitor: Admiral Henson, Field Marshal Hawke, and the Advisor.

Admiral Henson had given years of loyal service, yet had lately been making some mistakes. Mistakes that had cost them dearly. Could Henson be working for Sturm? The next name was Hawke. Hawke was a new recruit who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He landed the Field Marshal position because he had sterling reviews from other officers in the high command. However, Bolt was not familiar with the names on his review, which caused him to worry some. And that brought him to the last name on the list: the tactical advisor. The advisor was a very difficult man to understand, and also was not one to let someone in on his thoughts. He also wasn't from Black Hole. This made him all the more susceptible to bribery and treachery.

While this analysis didn't really help him decide who the traitor was, it did give him some names to work with. When the traitor made their move, he would be more than ready to nail them to the wall.

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The advisor was sitting in his quarters during the duration of the landing. He had been on the bridge willing to lend a helping hand to Hawke with the battle, but the young commander didn't seem to need his help. This caused the advisor some concern. They were battling Sturm again, and Hawke seemed to be holding his own against the dark lord. This battle would either make or break the insurrection, yet Sturm didn't seem to be concerned about winning at all. It was too easy.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Yes? Come in." It was the student.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked. "Aren't you going to oversee the landing procedures?"

"I am confident that Hawke has the situation under control"

"Permission to speak freely?"

"Go ahead."

"What the heck is going on around here? I feel like I'm missing something."

"I wouldn't worry about it. The Admiral, Hawke and I are prepared to handle anything that Sturm throws at us."

" Well, if you're sure… ooh! What's this? Does someone keep a diary?" she said with a mocking tone. She had spotted a black leather-bound notebook.

"Hardly," the advisor said with a smile. "This is actually a notebook that I used when I was in the service of Green Earth. You may not know by looking, but I used to specialize in weapons design and military engineering. That is how I knew where to target the battleships and cruisers. The Harrison class battleship seemed to be very similar in design to the Green Earth Juggernaut class. The cruisers used the same template as the battleships, which is why the ammunition magazines were in the same place. They have the same design, but the cruisers are more compressed. Think of it like a mini version of the Harrison class."

"So this notebook is where you keep your designs?"

"Exactly. Care to take a look?"

He opened the book and on the first page there was a massive tank. It had a gun turret with three huge cannons on it. Just above the treads were two smaller turrets.

"This was one of my first designs: the AA-219 Mega Tank. I designed it to serve as its own tank unit. Green Earth didn't seem to want to start production just yet, but said that they would reopen the file in a few years and see."

"It looks pretty awesome!"

"Here is another you may like. I was originally going to call it a bubble tank because of the shape of the body, but decided to call it a NeoTank. And here it is: the M-29 NeoTank. The body was actually built to deflect fire from Medium Tanks, and, to a certain degree, Rockets. The cannon was designed to shear through any armor that it hits. This means that the only effective way to destroy NeoTanks is use another NeoTank, a Mega Tank, Bombers, or very persistent indirect barrages."

"What is this?" the student said looking at a giant pipe.

"That is a Tyranium pipeline. I was looking for a more effective way to transport supplies. Green Earth wanted to keep the railroads clear for commercial freight trains, so I came up with the idea of large pipelines. "

"What is Tyranium?"

"Tyranium Alloy, or TA-38, is a special alloy that I discovered by accident. I was melting down aluminum, titanium, graphite, galvanized iron, and tungsten to mold into armor to see what defensive potential each had, when I spilled them into each other; don't ask how. When the metal cooled, it was indestructible. I couldn't even melt it back down to liquid form. So I decided to use this to coat the pipelines. It could only molded in to long sheets and tubes; anything more intricate, like say, tank armor and the metal would break down in to the four metals. Because of this fact, the pipe seams will need to be composed of conventional metals. I began prints for a pipe runner that would be able to defend these areas, but I never finished it."

"That's so cool! How do you know how to do all this?"

"I'm just gifted. Here is something that may peak your interest: a Point Defense Cannon and a smaller variant, the Tactical Cannon. I developed PDC's and TC's so that Green Earth Wouldn't need to waste time and resources defending certain areas. They could just build some of these cannons, and they would be able to suppress enemy movement."

"Do you have anything sci-fi in here?"

"I do have one thing. It was the project that sort of ended my career in Green Earth. It should be right around here," he said flipping to the correct page. "Project Ragnorok. I worked with lasers until I had perfected the designs until I had a laser powerful enough to burn right through the Tyranium alloys. I then began to go large scale, until I had a laser cannon the size of a distribution warehouse worked out in my notebook. This caused the commanders of Green Earth to worry about my loyalty to them. So, in order to neutralize the threat, I was 'honorably' discharged."

"Why didn't they use these weapons?"

"They were afraid of their power. They weren't ready for weapons of that magnitude. So now, they sit in this notebook. Wait, I have an idea. Would you like to design weapons of your own? It doesn't matter how unrealistic they seem, just work them out on paper, then you can worry about building them. If I can build a death ray, then I am quite sure that there is nothing that can't be built."

"Could I really do something like that? I mean, I have no engineering training or weapons training."

"You don't need to worry about training. Just have fun with it. Here, take my old drafting supplies."

He handed her a box with all manner of rulers, geometric compasses, protractors, and the like. He went to give her the notebook, but hesitated.

"Can I trust you to keep this a secret? You must tell no-one: Hawke, Henson, Bolt, anyone. There are things in this book that they must never see. From killer slime, to missiles that can destroy entire countries. There are things in this book that even I have to admit must never again see the light of day."

The girl smiled and with a wink said, "You can trust me! I'm a good girl."

"Excellent"