"Hey, wake up, professor! We'll be there in a few minutes," Steven said loudly and shook Karl's shoulder gently to rip him out of his sleep. The scientist yawned extensively and slowly opened his eyes. He looked over to Coule, who had settled in one of the seats opposite him. With a dry throat, he asked, "Where are we?" Grinning, the soldier got up, went to the cockpit and came back after a few seconds with a small water bottle, which he threw loosely to the professor.
"We are about three hundred kilometres off the coast of Iceland. We should arrive at our hideout in a quarter of an hour, if everything goes smoothly. I just hope they saved us some of Amanda's meatballs, I love those parts," Steven explained, while Karl greedily took some big sips from the bottle. The water was warm and tasted slightly salty. The professor looked at Titan with skepticism. "Your hiding place is in Iceland?" "Well, I'd rather call it home, but hiding probably comes closer to the actual use than the other," he replied shrugging his shoulders and sat back in his seat. Karl nodded silently and then looked around attentively inside the plane he was sitting in.
It was extraordinarily large and spacious for a military aircraft, with a row of seats on each of the two walls, which together could accommodate 24 people. In addition, there was the extremely sparse lining of the walls, on which uncovered cables, hoses, seals and pumps could be seen, which were held in place by some screws and clamps. One could easily think that this plane was still in the middle of production, if it weren't for the large, steel patch plates that were scattered all over the hull and pointed to the bombardment by anti-aircraft gunfire. He touched the weld of one of those patches sitting right over his shoulder. Coule smiled crooked.
"That hit really shook Julia up back then. Direct blow to the right shoulder blade. The ricochet almost killed the pilot." "The airplane must be over two hundred years old, if it was used at that time in the war! said Karl astonished and Steven nodded. "Oh yeah, there's a lot of work and passion in this part. It's the only one of his model that hasn't been scrapped by the OCS yet, probably thanks to Michael, who had to claim pretty much every favor he had open to get it. But it's worth it." "I assume it's a troop carrier designed specifically for the Titan unit?" The soldier nodded again. "That's right. They seem to know their way around Prof, I always thought they were just physicists." Karl smiled modestly when he replied: "My father was a test pilot for the Air Force. When I was little he told me every evening about his work, flying and engines. That's why I later chose mechanical engineering as my first degree and earned my doctorate in engineering before moving on to physics." "Ah! Mason Greenes, am I right? Run into him once or twice at the base, seemed like a cool guy. I'm really sorry it had to end this way for him," concluded Coule and gave the scientist an encouraging look. "He always said he'd die one day with the joystick in his hand." the professor tried to joke half-heartedly, but neither laughed. An unpleasant silence spread between them, accompanied by the quiet roar of the engines.
Finally the Titan cleared his throat and asked with interest: "What do you think really happened to John? Could he actually be alive out there somewhere?" Karl must have nodded. "Yes. There was nothing about this explosion that could have killed him, neither radiation nor heat. The most probable possibility is probably that the generator briefly pushed a gate into another dimension due to overcharging and was forced through by the resulting shock wave." he suspected, and Steven looked the other way. "Another dimension? But then how are we ever gonna find him?" "It's actually quite simple. After it has closed, a dimensional gate leaves a kind of crack in space that leaves a certain ray signature in our world. These cracks usually persist for seven months until they finally disappear, at least that's how it's been in our test runs so far. I have developed a device that captures this signature, converts it into data and transfers it into a kind of coordinate system. I can then bring the generator to the right frequency and open a gate to the desired dimension. Theoretically, at least," explained the professor and Coules eyes became even bigger.
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The Titan and the dragonriders
ФанфикThe soldier John Miller finds himself at the shores of an unknown land after a terrible accident. After a short time he realizes he isn't in his old world anymore. So he goes on his way to search for the dragonriders in hope of them helping him. Bu...
