Chapter 3
 
>This little blonde mare’s knowledge is leagues beyond yours, her sheer intelligence on the matter is astounding. You rid your criticisms, the more she explains herself, the more you begin to realise that indeed, she is telling the truth, the facts, the terminology, it’s all there. And as the minutes go by, you’re finding it harder and harder to believe her
”Delusions of grandeur”
>”Don’t believe me?” Says Aryanne
>”This is just the beginning, Mr American”
>She smiles
>”My Father discovered that, in controlled environment, and at high enough speed, firing atomic nuclei into one another creates entirely new, superheavy element”
”Artificial elements”
>”Richtig!!” The mare grins.
>Aryanne points to the first illustration, gesturing you to identify it
“That’s simple, Calcium” You answer
>”And die second?”
“An isotope?”
>She points, “Russisch call it Americium 243”
“Americium? A little ironic, don’t you think?”
>“Ja! Isn’t ist Wunderbar! Can you taste the irony in that?” She squeals, letting out an excited giggle
>”They are a nation of humour at times” Aryanne grins
>The desperation to reach for your notebook is extremely overwhelming, had you not left it in your cell
>”After phase one, he did not stop there, he wanted to go much further”
>It is clear she is passionate in this subject, despite your refusal to believe her somewhat incoherent ramblings, she unveils this information to you at light speed, and you sit there on your little wooden chair, trying to absorb and take in all this information, you try to remember the electrons, their structures, the bare numbers, but you are lost in thought as you jump from picture to picture, trying to appreciate and understand everything she was telling you
>She continues
>”Of course, these elements are synthetic for a reason, they cannot exist under natures conditions.
>From his calculations he realised that, the heavier isotopes he engineered, the harder it became to maintain their structural integrity”
>”He called them Actinides”
“And the result?”
>The veil of nonchalance you imposed was painfully obvious
>Aryanne excitedly rubs away her drawings with the damp old cloth and begins chalking
>”This, was the pinnacle of my Fathers research, the heaviest isotope that science currently re-engineers”
>You watch her with a measure of interest
”What do you call this isotope?”
>”Well, die element, it doesn’t have a name yet, however, Dahl and I gave codename for my research papers”
>Aryanne sets the chalk on the stand
“115?"
 
 
 
 
 
November 16th 1945
Stalingrad, Russia
 
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>Friedrich: Good afternoon Kyrie, I trust you had a pleasant flight?
 
>Kyrie: A pleasant flight?
 
>Friedrich: Yes
 
>Kyrie: You mean from two weeks ago? it was great, thanks
 
>Friedrich: My my, time does fly does it not?
 
>Kyrie: Yeah…So are we gonna talk sitrep or what?
 
>Friedrich: Eheh, of course.
 
>Kyrie: Well, I can report that our fleet are fairly settled here along the outskirts and have eluded the grasp of the Soviets
 
>Friedrich: Aheh, Good news, and the element supply?
 
>Kyrie: Lead lined, underground cavern only accessible via the routes we have got here, no reason to fret, Herr Friedrich.
 
>Kyrie: Do you have my prototype?
 
>Friedrich: She resists to work, Kyrie
 
>Kyrie: Uh, Medikamente Friedrich? the medication, you’re not seeing results?
 
>Friedrich: She is a very resistant mare, her cortisol levels are too high, she struggles to concentrate
 
>Friedrich: Dahl informed me that she is perfectly capable of executing the final build, she resists, dear Frau
 
>Kyrie: *sigh*, Jesus Friedrich, I provide element supply, I provide chemists, I provide aviation for your troops
 
>Friedrich: We are aware of that, and we’re grateful to be your custom, but we need more time
 
>Kyrie: Fine, the only ones your inconveniencing are yourselves, I mean, as soon as I have the prototype in hand, and schematics for matter transfer, Breslau will be irrelevant, and you can all finally leave that godforsaken wasteland
 
>Friedrich: She will complete the prototype, I simply ask for longer
 
>Kyrie: She is Lichtendittmar’s daughter, she knows everything he does, she is perfectly capable, even I know that
 
>Kyrie: I can’t march my ass down there and tell you how to run your factory, but the longer you stall, Friedrich, the more vulnerable our Americium supply is to enemy deterrence, you’re the one piloting this operation, I shouldn’t have to be the one to tell you to get your shit together
 
>Friedrich: I understand Kyrie, and you need not worry.
 
>Friedrich: On the side of good news, Our new “asset” is coming in very useful, I expect both projects to be finished quite soon
 
>Kyrie: Mhmm, I assume the naval ships were raided with success then
 
>Friedrich: Oh more than a success Frau, once we gained access to their ships, our troops found that the ships contained more research scientists than we bargained for. In fact, Berkeley public research of California couldn’t help but wedge their noses into the affair, and I am now in possession of one of their most renowned nuclear scientists
 
>Kyrie: Funny, They handed us over the element, gave us their scientists, America plays the card game for us at this point, don’t they?
 
>Friendrich: Let us hope everything falls into place
 
>Kyrie: Oh it will, Here’s what I will do. I will give you more time, but we are few and far between here in our outpost, for safety’s sake, I will position two more at the watchtower to safeguard element supply, that leaves Veronika to collect our prototype.
 
>Kyrie: I am not going to risk moving Americium from the holding area once more, so she will come to you. I will fly Veronika over to Leipzig once I know the prototype remains stable
 
>Friedrich: You chose her? Of all your operatives?
 
>Kyrie: Relax, she knows what she’s doing
 
>Friedrich: She is painfully naive, Kyrie, don’t make me bring up the incident where she confused freighters, and sent our weapons and ammunition to landfill
 
>Kyrie: *Pfffftffpff*
 
>Friedrich: Please…
 
>Kyrie: What? You can’t deny it was funny
 
>Friedrich: Send her if you must, if she proves too much of a distraction for Aryanne, and I catch her stepping out of line, I will personally hold you responsible for-
 
Kyrie: Oh ouch, hold me responsible? Which higher command are you gonna report to? Me? Just remember who provides you with wings, Friedrich
 
>Friedrich: You watch your mouth Kyrie, If Lichtendittmar were here I would-
 
>Kyrie: That’s commander Kyrie to you, Herr Friedrich.
 
>Kyrie: Don’t let me down again, friend
 
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”Sorry, which filament?”
>”The two millimetre, in that box next to you”
>You reach over and pass her the filaments, leaving the containers in a relatively untidy pile beside your papers
>Well into your research at this point, it’s hard to say you have learned much since Aryanne’s ramblings earlier, but you take what you are given.
>In a delicate situation like this, asking too many questions may ring suspicion in Friedrich’s eyes.
>The idea you are being obsessively monitored like this by both Aryanne and Friedrich is constricting, and leaves you to play the spectator for the evening
>Goodness knows how Aryanne must deal with this day in, day out.
>The blonde mare sits beside you, her tan satchel acting as the barrier between either’s zones of comfort
>Wearing her lab coat once again, pretty much the only thing she has worn since you’ve been in her company.
>The lab coat seems far too big for her, you caught her rolling the sleeves up many times as they slide loosely down her forearms
>Her hair flows freely, dangling in the way of what she is trying to do
>Much unlike the few female Nazi’s you have seen, what with their functional, skin tight buns, bobby pinned down to the scalp military haircuts you grew so used to
>Seeing a mare like this, not stifled by the belts, buckles and braces of tight fitting military uniforms, but someone who, while quintessentially German, didn’t seem intimidating as she initially came across, not like Friedrich and his Minions
>You continue with your equations, clearly befuddled amongst the information she gave you
“So this chamber here in the centre is where the generated electricity accelerates charged particles down a controlled line of fire”
>“Richtig” Says Aryanne
>If only you had your notebook to copy everything down, the most valuable discoveries in the history of nuclear physics lie within your mind, and having nothing recorded is driving you mad
>It is clear that whatever you’ll be working on today will not leave the lab, and any efforts to remove the schematics from the work benches will be pointless, as Red Hat will gladly pass on everything to higher command, catching you red handed
>He would do that, right?
>Perhaps taking some of Aryanne’s work and slipping it into your jacket, with some of your papers
>No, there’s no way you would get away with that, the noise would give it away, and besides, Aryanne would notice immediately
>Maybe
>After all, the idea you have learned more in the space of two hours than the entire University have in two years leaves you bereft of ambition to keep on writing, almost useless, futile, it would be far easier to swipe her papers
>Aryanne handed you her schematics to add to as you put together the necessary plan of action, she would never know
>”Mr Amerikan”
“Anonymous”
>She sighs
>”Forgive me, would you pass me the second box, next to you on the desk?”
>Aryanne had pulled the work surfaces together beforehand, laying out a sheet of Brazing fabric, with the weapon holstered on two stands
>The weapon is in shambles, many filaments, diodes and components are randomly sprawled across the table, as you pass her the filament boxes, you see her fiddling with a glass tube
”Let me ask you something”
>”Of course” Says Aryanne, she flicks her hair back from her shoulders and picks up the soldering unit beside her
”Why are your Wunder Initiative trying so hard to harness and control this new element?”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say meddling with a material this unstable is a sign, isn’t it?.”
>”A sign of?” She says quite bluntly, only seeming to be half listening as she solders the remaining components together
“Perhaps, it wasn’t meant to be controlled”
>She places the iron down
>”This is where you and I are different”
>”When one puts limit on what they do, they limit progress.”
>She chuckles softly
>”There is nothing that cannot be achieved through scientific research and testing, the only matter is finding out how.”
“Sure, sure”
“So tell me, what is it about this element 115 that you all covet? Wouldn’t smashing any other of your fathers actinides realise the same amount of energy? And they all possess similar half-lives, right?”
>She gestures you to pass her yet another box of components, the fact that you are merely passing her things across the table as she works makes you feel incredibly useless
>”When my Father engineered these isotopes, yes, they all gave same result, fuse, decay, fuse decay, exactly what he predicted, but 115 is special, it has unique electromagnetic properties, it amplifies electrical currents, and on contact, changes the way matter behaves
>You pause, and there is a brief silence
>She puts her hooves up and pretends to hold a gun, aiming through its imaginary sights
>”Anyone can make a gun shoot a bolt of lightening, Amerikan. But only with 115 can you create the ultimate destroying machine, capable of ripping atoms ascender”
>”Pew, pew”
>Her silliness makes you giggle
>She realises what she just did and quickly picks up the soldering iron again, her cheeks glow a warm red
>”Eh, well-eh, what I’m try to do here is provide enough electrical current for die machine’s particle accelerator, but I can’t produce a great enough current for maintain 115’s structural integrity
>She tries to cover up her quirk with big long words, it doesn’t work, you’re still smiling at her
“Right”
>”Stop laughing at me!”
“I’m not laughing, I’m smiling”
>You say, her face only reddens
>”Well, that. Stop it”
>Frustrated, she fiddles with the diodes, one of the tubes rolls off the table and smashes on the ground
>”Agh, schweinehund!”
>She mutters to herself as she reaches for the broken pieces, in doing so, the small satchel beside her papers falls to the ground also
>Bright orange bottles fall out, a couple of them roll towards you and you pick them up to examine
>”Nein nein, hand it back Amerikan”
“What is this-“
>You catch the label
“Acetylcholine, Sodium Flouride? Friedrich?”
“What is he making you take?”
>”If you want spare yourself enormous pain I suggest you give them back right now” She says angrily
“Okay! Okay, here…”
>You lift your foreleg out carefully and she snatches them very quickly from you
“Why would he do that? Why is he giving you this many stimulants?-”
>”Because none of this concerns you” She raises her voice “that’s why, you filth-”
>Aryanne stops herself, she exhales
>”It’s, none of your business..”
“No I just, you can’t be well at all, you shouldn’t be taking that many brain stimulants, it’s not good for your health”
“No wonder you look so damn shattered, your mind hasn’t had a chance to rest”
>”Are you finished?” She interjects abruptly
“I didn’t mean to upset you”
>Aryanne sighs, she places her hooves on her head against the table
>”It’s okay, it’s my fault I am like this, not yours”