Re: [IC] Chapter Three - Aftermath
Academia Ghetto Club
Split, Croatia
30 July, 2015
2100 hrs local
Hannah nodded as she looked around the room with rather feigned indifference. Of course, she was keeping an eye out for anyone that might be eavesdropping. Given today's technology, it wasn't ever going to be that obvious, but it made her feel better.
"What did he think of the campy special effects?" the army aviatrix mused aloud, "I mean some of those ray guns are so fake..." Obviously angling towards how any displayed technology that might have elicited some sort of response - positive or negative. It seemed sort of meta, Double Down mused to herself, to think about recording the alien watching another recording ...
She shook herself from her reverie and took a sip of wine from her glass. Double Down hadn't ordered anything special, but Hannah's palette wasn't really very refined. And she cared more about the company than the cuisine. Besides they weren't really here to drink; so, as much as the wine touched her lips, the level in the glass receded quite slowly.
"I wonder what he would think of the import from Belize," she mused idly, though the auburn-haired pilot knew that would be a really Bad Idea™, in general. "The title papers just went through." Hannah announced, letting them know she just submitted her first report on the Mark XI prototype, "The original documentation was horrible. Since it was a custom job, every piece had to be listed separately. Some of it was really out of this world, but not all of it." She let her companions know that it was cobbled together; like the previous ten prototypes. But this last one had never had a chance to actually fly. Yet. Of course, she'd let everyone see the report (Hannah would never trust her own editing skills); hell, she'd called Dealer in for certain things when she couldn't make head-nor-tails out of, especially since Hawkins was still a touch suspect in her mind.
"But it was the drivetrain that was really out of this world. You might say the thing had a mind of its own. Almost." She alluded to the quasi-organic parts that others had noticed previously with the alien tech and detailed in the report. But, it wasn't the violation of known physics - the fact that it produced some strange telekinetic field that reduced drag around it which allowed it to corner on a dime while travelling almost at the speed of thought and suspending the effects of inertia while inside the bubble. No, Hannah keyed on the trigger. "Everything took a bit, as studying the parts - especially the more intricate ones, required so much mental focus." she narrated tentatively with a glance Cooper's way, "In fact, without that level of focus, it would have been useless..." She let that sink in for a moment.
After glancing about furtively, Hannah gestured for the others to lean in slightly. She did so herself, as well, placing a butter knife in the center of the small circular table, facing away from her. After shaking her head as if to clear some cobwebs, Double Down took in a deep breath and pressed her right hand on her temple, as if nursing a slight hangover or thinking intently. The knife spun slowly until it was reoriented by 180 degrees, it moved slowly, but deliberately. "Some party trick, huh?" the auburn-haired pilot prompted, her other hand resting on her lap, "You know magnets under the table..." Though clearly her reference was to the fact that the concepts espoused in her paper, which were purely theoretical speculation, were not entirely speculative. Nor were they theoretical any more.
"There's more." Double Down winked and took her hand from her lap and placed it a couple of inches above the knife, "You just reverse the polarity..." And it leapt into her outstretched hand. "Pretty cool, right?" she prompted the others at the table, using the knife to butter a roll. The demonstration was over. And wasn't necessary new, she'd already approached Cooper, as his situation was closest matched to hers with respect to these phenomena. And with Painter still convalescing, she'd needed a confidant. The previous reports from VO-54 had been explicit about psychoses developing in the test flight crews.
Hannah had plenty more to tell the others on tomorrow's morning run, but there was a lot to think about. There wasn't just the manipulation of physical matter, but sensing it. Remotely. Something that Hannah had already alluded to with the others previously; but, now, with all of the alien tech floating around (no pun intended), the situation was different. Accelerated. And there was the other stuff - beyond the sensing. She couldn't dominate people like the aliens were able to, but there was ... something. Something the ship had shown her. That the human mind could be 'pushed' into ignoring a thing. Sort of what Lizard King had seen with their captive; that he simply couldn't think about certain things. She wasn't nearly as adept at it - but, she was starting to understand the basics of the phenomenon...
Yeah, tomorrow morning's run was going to interesting...
[OOC: We don't need to RP the run, but during that time Hannah will try to explain more explicitly what she knows about the alien craft and her hypothesis on how to fly it - which appears to require the pilot be psychic...]