Ballistic Missile Tests - Lunar Zephyr

Japuile

Military Transport Aircraft "River 1"

The night sky stretches before us, clear and beautiful. However, for the safety of the respiratory system, all soldiers and technicians sent to our friends from the Grand Republic of Tepror to test the practical application of the Lunar Zephy ballistic missile have been equipped with special hermetically sealed combat suits to protect them from inhaling contaminated air, which could harm their lungs and overall health.

The massive and wide aircraft cuts through the night sky, smoothly descending towards a designated military landing zone on our allies' territory. As the rear doors of the aircraft opened, revealing a nearly black as night warhead of the ballistic missile, General-Scientist Alban Trottier emerged from within, clad in his distinctive green-black combat armor. Following him, his security detail stepped out, dressed similarly and armed with heavy machine guns.

"I welcome our friends from the Grand Republic of Tepror. I am General-Scientist Alban Trottier from the Grand Forces of the Future, and we can't wait for the first test of our ballistic missile."

General-Scientist Alban Trottier approached and saluted. His voice sounded somewhat robotic due to the helmet, but it added a certain charm to his presence.

Drbeansguy

But even when the General--Scientist touched ground at the designated landing spot. No Teprorian, or skimtari for that matter,w was anywhere to be found. It was just a Makeshift landing site with some pleasantries for the Japuilians, as was custom for the Teprorians to do for the Japuilians.

But then, in the far reaches of the plains, a fast-moving object can be seen. It was unmistakable, a Teprorian APC was hurdling towards the meeting spot at quite frankly impressive and dangerous speeds. One skimtari hangs off the side of the truck, making everything even more confusing is that he looked like a high-ranking official who is hanging off the side.

Then the APC comes to a sudden halt about 50 feet from the delegation, the high-ranking skimtari jumps out and slaps the back of the APC, "GO NOW." And like clockwork, the truck speeds away to god knows where, the delegation could see some skimtari in science gear and masks. But the high-ranking skimtari was just getting his bearings, even holding his hand up when someone approached him.

"Yeah.. Give me a second.. UGHHHHHH, alright alright." The Skimtari stands up, wipes off some dirt from his uniform, and finally turns and greets the General-Scientist and his detail. "Hello my friendly friends. I am Representative Vining, or Brigidear Martial Vining, or Representative Vining, or just Vining. I am the one the TCDC sent to greet you all, as you can see, I bought some Japuilian plentries (out of pocket mind you) for this meeting today... Also whats with the masks?"

Japuile

General-Scientist Alban Trottie watched calmly – sometimes even the best mechanism can have a rough patch. He saluted his friend, then lifted his helmet, revealing a camera positioned right next to his face. The camera was an integral part of the helmet.

"Under my command, I will record the test of the Lunar Zephyr ballistic missile. This version has been simplified in terms of safety procedures, so the launch will be quick, Representative Vining. Thank you for the snacks – they’ll be perfect once the ballistic missile hits the target. Commence the unloading procedure for the Lunar Zephyr!"

General-Scientist Alban Trottie shouted the order, and then the soldier-technicians began slowly and carefully unloading the ballistic missile from the transport ship, using its mechanisms for help. After a few minutes, everyone saw the ballistic missile in all its glory.

Drbeansguy

"Wow, Mr General-Scientist. I will say that... Whoops that's something interesting." He says, gazing up upon the mistle and its launching mechanism. "So you just launch it from here, and its self propelled? Wow, that's... Something!"

He slowly walks around, still admiring the ICBM, even the admittedly edgy picture black missle. "Reminds me of the Heaven Pearice Her project. Absolutely nothing like this."

Japuile

"I notified them that transport would be needed for the ballistic missile launch site. But judging by your expression, I don’t think you’d mind – perhaps you'd like to tell us about the Heaven Pearice Her project?"

General-Scientist Alban Trottie smiled, showing that he wasn’t in a hurry to fire, even if it was a slight inconvenience. River 1 closed the loading zone, and the pilots decided to step out to stretch their legs after the long flight.

Drbeansguy

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh, see I wish I could, but you need security clearance, and nomination for said security clearance from Alexa, then you need to fill out the paperwork- I don't think I'm at any type of liberty to disclose the Heaven Peirce Her Project." Vinning stops and looks around the plains, just letting the wind make noise, clearly for dramatic effect.

"Its kinetic bombardment." He says incredibly flatly

Japuile

The Movement of the Bureaucratic Machine

"It’s no problem, my friend from the Grand Republic. I will fill out all the necessary documents. Seal the missile hermetically and await further orders."

General-Scientist Alban Trottie said, gesturing for the payload to be moved onto the military aircraft. The mechanism of the storage bay began to emit deeper, mechanical sounds. Something shifted, and the sound of sealing became noticeably heavier.

"General, the storage bay has been hermetically secured. We’ll await further instructions aboard the plane."

Reported one of the Sons of the Forge, before returning via a special line to the crew section of the aircraft.

"You can distribute snacks to the soldiers. As for me, I’d like to reach the Ministry as quickly as possible. If I may, I’d appreciate a ride." General-Scientist added, looking toward the transport vehicle of Teprorian side.

The slow-moving bureaucratic machine finally began to turn in the right direction.

General-Scientist Alban Trottie contacted the Embassy of the Grand Duchy of Japuile, which was already well-acquainted with the Bureaucracy of the Grand Republic of Tepror. After about a week of paperwork and waiting, all necessary documents were approved. This allowed for the arrangement of rail transport to a location where the audiance could comfortably witness a demonstration of weaponry designed for exterminating enemies.

Drbeansguy

Though the "audience" in question was still one person, this time he was sacked from being in the audience. Instead, Alexa herself decided that she was much much more qualified to oversee this for the Teprorians, and as Alexa does, she's already asking every unnecessary question known.

"So Mr. Admrial-General Scientist, this little thinggymabober doodad thing. I assume this can be produced EN MASS, because from what I heard of these ICBMs, they are quite something. I mean, that's what I think they do." She's just staring with stars in her eyes, though it feels like its for all the wrong reasons. "Gosh, sometimes I don't regret being the minister of the MoEa. The friends I get to meet and possibly blow up. Not you though, we are BEST FRIENDS!" Somehow that also feels like it was said for all the wrong reasons.