He walked leisurely, sharp clicks reverberating up and down the hall with each step. It was quiet in the complex, most of the workers shut up in the design labs, computing rather than crafting. It was certainly a far cry from the buzzing hive these plants used to be not five years ago. Reconstitution had been slow, marred both by the rapid retraction of the federal administration and a general breakdown in infrastructure. Resource shortages ran rampant; parts that couldnt be built to order were scavenged from obsoletes and prototypes alike. Recovery would take years, and it would certainly be decades before engineering could catch up to the level before it was so rudely interrupted.
He reached the end of the corridor and turned right into one of the garages. Various small trucks were parked inside, assorted tools and machinery scattered about haphazardly, but not entirely disorderly. He proceeded further in, hearing the clanking of steel and a faint tune on a portable radio. As he approached, the labourer dragged himself out from under the chassis of an off-road vehicle. If Wens asking for an estimate, tell him it hasnt changed.
If I run into him, Ill let him know.
The man caught sight of his guest and jumped to his feet, his expression a mix of excitement and abject terror. S-Sir, he stuttered, hastily wiping his hands, I wasnt expecting you until tomorrow!
Train was early, he shrugged.
What, uh, what can I do for you?
Running inventory, he replied. I believe you still have the exhibition piece on the premises?
Right this way, sir, he said quickly. He led the man back through the garage entrance, down a perpendicular hallway, and stopped outside a reinforced door. He sidestepped over to the keypad, punched in a series of numbers, and the door unlocked.
His guest took a step back. After you, he gestured.
The worker stepped inside and threw on the main lights. It was another garage, more akin to a small hangar, with exotic components strewn even more haphazardly over the room. The centrepiece of the workstation was a streamlined hull the size and shape of a small tank. It was suspended by overhead hooks about a metre off the ground, and lacked wheels, treads, robotic feet, or any other obvious propulsion system.
Have you got it working? asked the man, walking over to the frame.
Uh, no, said the worker, The a-gravs inoperable. It must have been damaged during recovery.
If it even worked to begin with, he mused, skimming a finger over the hull. It was slightly uneven, and the finish had deteriorated, yet this particular specimen was the best yet recovered. I dont hold much affection for hovertanks personally, he said, The suspensions too inefficient for the design. Certainly this design.
I guess R&D wont rest until its vindicated for the generations of money its been pumping into the project, the worker suggested.
The man turned about sharply. What are you doing in maintenance, anyhow? he asked, grinning bemusedly.
I used to be a foot soldier once-upon-a-time. Its how I got my start in the field; poached by a design board and gradually worked my way up the ladder. He sighed. You know how shoestringed personnel are these days. Most people are working two or three jobs when theyre only properly trained for one. Im lucky I earned the experience beforehand.
His guest nodded sagely. If the Ministry of the Interior gets its act together, we might just manage to make up the manpower shortage in... oh, twenty years? he chuckled ruefully.
Maybe by then well have figured out how to make these damn things marketable, said, gesturing to the machine. I know weve been saying were on the verge of a breakthrough, but
Youve been saying that for over a century, he finished. The FTZ project traced its origins back some eight hundred years to the military and technological synergy that followed the Scarlet Lancers demobilization. The original schematics were attempts at improving the propulsion system of the Crusader MBT and the so-called Robot Tanks, which relied on high-powered turbines to generate an air cushion for suspension. The North Atlantic Defence League had experimented with Crusaders that could switch their conventional tracks into lateral turbines; while they proved capable of clearing rough terrain and even bodies of water, the turbines were vulnerable to enemy fire, the power demands meant the main gun could not operate as long as they were deployed, and a number of accidents eventually suspended the production of the modified Crusaders. The Robot Tanks, by contrast, were fast, stable, and combat-capable, but were comparatively light and fragile. The FTZ project aimed to overcome these obstacles by developing a propulsion system powerful and reliable enough to lift a proper MBT without hindering performance.
When it was first conceived, designers expected to have a functional prototype ready in a decade; needless to say, that deadline was perpetually postponed. Models routinely proved either rudimentary failures, underweight, or unfeasible for combat. As the propulsion system shifted from air turbines to antigravity systems, costs skyrocketed. Magnetic displacement became the most encouraging option, but even as lab tests produced a working mechanism, transcribing it into a tank remained a daunting challenge as the weight of armour and weapons heavily taxed the early engines capabilities. No configuration was right: if it didnt need a fixed turret, it couldnt achieve a reasonable speed. If its protection and armament were on par with comparable conventional tanks, its fuel was only good for an hour. And if engineers finally produced a vehicle that met all the criteria, weapons or armour or some other vital component would have just been rendered obsolete and the whole sorry process would begin again. In short, despite eight centuries of trial-and-error, the project continued to lag behind the standard of the day. It had repeatedly challenged the patience of both the armed forces and the public, provoking two elections on the question of whether to continue it. Yet, for whatever reason, it stubbornly carried on, hoping that this time, it would hit the mark.
...Then again, the worker pondered, The Silver Dart project took some time to finally get off the ground. No pun intended.
This is true, he reflected. Maybe once we have access to the plants in Hubei well be able to take this somewhere. I understand the progress of their research wasnt properly documented before the collapse, so they might have engineered something useful.
Do we have men in Hubei?
Negotiations are still ongoing, he replied, But given most of the tech centres were based in that region, I assume the government is doing everything it peaceably can to secure them before the Empire does. Given his early sabre-rattling, I dont think anyone in China would benefit from Constantine laying claim to those blueprints. He took a sweeping look around the room. Anyway, thats all I needed to see. He exited the garage with his guide close in tow. The worker shut off the lights and re-sealed the room. Ive still got a couple of hours before I have to be anywhere important. May I buy you lunch?