House: Thoth, Rank: 1/255, Squad Zero
M1 Rank: ?/1,275
Term 1, Round 1
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Six members of Squad Zero rose at 0500, packed some food, and left for their workshop weekend. They looked like they were going hiking.
Gaumont said he was too busy to attend, especially since they would not be working on the heavy, but the light exo. He stayed behind to work on the math and physics problems and would possibly join them later.
The sun would not rise until 0630, so at 0530 it was almost fully dark. They closed their helmets and used external low light cameras to see as they ran towards the industrial centre Nanterre and their mech bay workshop.
They would run north for six kilometres before following the Seine for another thirteen kilometres. It was a long run for Daedo and would take him almost ninety minutes. Barran ran with them for the entire distance before running back to retrieve his bike. He ended up running thirty-eight kilometres – almost an entire marathon – at the age of thirteen in a time well under three hours.
The team had inspected the equipment and layout of the workshop the previous evening. Everyone had ideas about how to upgrade, but in reality, they’d already spent a lot of bitcred. It was time to improve their light exos and not spend more on accommodation alcoves, showers, and upgrading kitchens.
Vannier, Picard, and Axel-Zero were busy cleaning. The place was a mess compared to their quarters at the academy. The previous owners had left mountains of junk or spare parts behind. The yard and testing bay were overflowing with old equipment.
Barran probably preferred running a marathon to cleaning, hence the reason he had completed the extra distance. When he returned with his bike, he could use it to fetch small things they might need. He could even ride back to Ikaros’s workshop if necessary. In reality, any small thing could be ordered and delivered by drone. Most parts, materials, and equipment were available locally in Garenne or Nanterre.
Daedo, Mace, and Ikaros began work on the light exo itself.
“The materials order is ready,” Ikaros said.
Daedo sent the order to all the cadets of Squad Zero. It should not be just Mace and him working on the exos; everyone was in Squad Zero of Thoth for a reason.
“Is it just me, or is this a standard alloy?” Mace asked, examining the light exo closely.
“You are correct,” Ikaros said. “I expected something military grade, at least. Not this.”
“It is designed that way,” Daedo said. “I noticed that the exos the M3 were using were much better than ours. I realised that they’ve been improving them for two years. Some cadets would assume that the M3 cadets are just bigger and stronger, but their suits had been upgraded. I cannot help but assume the academy does not tell us everything on purpose and leaves it to our own initiative. It is evident that we are meant to upgrade our exos, and the ones provided to us are substandard on purpose.”
“That makes perfect sense,” Mace said. “Why did Barran not tell us? His sister was in U1 and must have known.”
Daedo shrugged.
“You can bet that Karine from Horus would know; she probably has Fortescue techs working on it for her,” Mace said.
“I’m a Fortescue tech,” Ikaros said.
Mace laughed nervously. “But you are on our side,” she recovered, smiling at Daedo’s father and patting his shoulder in an attempt to cover her faux pas. It was almost out of character for the quiet, diminutive rank three cadet.
“Fortescue does not have many talented engineers; they mostly manufacture from patents,” Ikaros said. “R & D costs too much and is too hit and miss for them.”
Suddenly there was a pained look on Ikaros’s face. His wife had died working on R & D for Fortescue. It had always been high pressure to achieve a commercial outcome. Fortescue’s attitude towards investing heavily into R & D was poor. And when they did, they wanted commercial outcomes in the short term, which meant that potentially prosperous research was dumped if it did not show early results.
“Fortescue has been beaten so many times by small inventors and larger companies like DaVinci or Svarski that they now specialise in manufacturing economically,” Ikaros said. “They don’t focus on R & D at all. So even if this Karine Fortescue has the company backing her, we can easily do better with what we have here. That is my opinion.”
“I’m surprised they have never asked you to help, Father,” Daedo said.
Even if Fortescue techs helped Karine, they would either have to come to the academy mech bay, or she would have to ship her exos off to an authorised site, just as they had. Given that her company was Fortescue Group itself, this would be quite possible.
“Who said they haven’t?” Ikaros answered, raising an eyebrow.
Daedo laughed. They probably had, and he knocked them back.
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Vannier, Axel-Zero, and Picard finished cleaning the kitchen and offices after a couple of hours.
“We can lay out sleeping bags here in the office; it’ll be like camping,” Axel-Zero said.
“Well, we did look like we wandered off for a hiking and camping weekend,” Vannier said. “We may as well play the part.”
“Can we fix up the gunnery range next?” Picard asked.
Vannier shook her head. “After the loading bay – that place is a mess. It would be great if it was organised when we get some deliveries later today.”
“We should program a robot to keep this place clean. It could work all week while we’re at the academy,” Axel-Zero said.
“That’s a great idea, but let’s get it set up right first,” Vannier said.
Picard looked around. “A constructor bot could retile this whole place; it needs it.”
“All of which costs creds,” Vannier said. “We discussed this; we cannot spend until we start earning some creds.”
“I know, I know, it’s just so messy and run-down,” Picard said.
“It’s a mech manufacturing and repair facility that wasn’t profitable,” Vannier said, sounding exasperated. Picard was the last person she expected to whine. However, she was probably used to living in immaculate conditions on a military base.
“We’ll improve it slowly,” Axel-Zero said patiently. “Let’s get the loading bay tidied up and then head to the range.”
The facility was extremely large for just the seven of them. It was not designed to mass manufacture mechs, but it could repair or build a mech as tall as six metres on the main workshop floor. Alternatively, it had enough room on the main workshop floor to repair twenty light exos if they had that many. This did not include the adjoining machining and fabricating rooms.
There was also a foundry for casting metal parts – a robotic weave for winding and threading any type of material. Assuming the heads were changed and the programming available.
The top floor of the facility only covered half of the entire area. It consisted of the offices, kitchen, labs, and meeting rooms.
The ground floor had the workshops, which were two or three stories high at one end, and the loading bay and machining rooms at the other.
Beneath the ground floor was the testing facility and gunnery range, tall enough for a six-metre mech to run and wield weapons. It would not be able to complete a jump test, however; that would have to be done outside in the lot.
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There was another floor beneath the ground floor, but it had been sealed off and unused for decades. When the squad opened the sealed door, they quickly closed it. There was no mysterious cache of ancient weapons to be found; there was just rubble, water, vermin, and a horrible smell.
It was not long before Vannier, Axel-Zero, and Picard had finished cleaning and organizing the loading bay before a drone landed, dropping off a crate that was quickly followed by another.
Axel-Zero ordered a drone to come and remove the skip full of rubbish before the trio directed a loader to deliver the crates to Daedo and his team in the workshop.
They followed the loader into the bay.
“What’s in the crates?” Axel-Zero asked Daedo, Mace, and Ikaros.
“Aromatic polyamides, aramids, aluminium, graphene, nickel, copper, silicon carbide, boron nitride, tungsten, magnesium, nylon, hydrocarbon monomers, and a variety of catalyst material,” Ikaros answered.
Axel-Zero blinked. “Uh, okay, um …”
“We’re redesigning the light exo composition,” Daedo explained. “We want to reduce the weight, increase the structural integrity, and increase mobility and flexibility.”
“Is that against the rules?” Picard asked.
“There are no rules on exo armour other than the maximum size and weight which mainly applies to a heavy exo, size of the power core, and restrictions regarding design. Restrictions such as: It has to conform to the body shape with less than eighty per cent variation and not utilise wheels, tracks, or other propulsion methods.”
“Which means you could put skates on it if they’re sized under five per cent of total height and weight,” Daedo informed them. “They fall under tracks and wheels.”
Axel-Zero grinned. “Oh, that would be awesome. Can we have skates?”
“The terrain is always changing and uncertain, but it’s something we can consider as an option,” he said.
“It’s improbable,” Vannier said. “The Gauntlet and arena usually have uneven terrain.”
“But it is not impossible,” Daedo answered.
“There are no restrictions on which suits can be launched in a match?” Ikaros asked. “Do you need to adhere to a mix of heavies, mediums, and lights?”
“No, some teams launch eight heavies,” Axel-Zero said.
“We’re about to clean out the gunnery range,” Vannier said.
“If you do that now, come back when the polymer and ceramic mixes are done,” Daedo said.
“What is your plan, exactly?” Axel-Zero asked.
Ikaros loaded the foundry, fabricator, injection mould, and robotic weaver with the base materials.
“We’ve been calculating the best material and design to use in the light exo all week,” Daedo said. “At first, I thought we would just replace armour plates on the exo, but we’re going to rebuild the whole thing from scratch.”
“Then why did we cart the light exos here?” Picard asked.
“Because we won’t have time to build every part, actuator, sensor interface, and the power reactor, to name a few. We’ll repurpose those parts from the existing exos until we can rebuild them as well.”
“This is amazing,” Vannier said. “Show us the plan.”
Daedo put the plans up on a blank wall and began to talk through them. “In the simulations –”
“Wait, what simulations?” Vannier interrupted. “Where is the simulator?”
“Ah, my AI and I wrote the simulator based on data from the net and our experience when we practised each night,” Daedo said.
“You did base it on the open source TRIAC simu I suggested, right?” Ikaros asked.
Daedo nodded. “Yes, we used the TRIAC simu for inspiration and understanding on what was required, but it was not specifically designed for that purpose. Our code is much more streamlined, focusing directly on an exo with the ability to continually add input materials. The vast majority of coding was lifted from COMPUMAT, a program designed to evaluate composite, plastic, and ceramic material properties. But at this stage, it’s all theoretical. We will need to improve with testing. It will give us a good starting point.”
“Son, I am impressed,” Ikaros said. “I thought you just used the TRIAC simu. I had no idea you recoded the whole thing.”
“As you know very well, Father, garbage in, garbage out,” Daedo said.
He continued showing the design on the wall as the machines worked at manufacturing the initial composite materials required. Ikaros monitored them to ensure everything was in order.
“Anyway, the design we arrived at –” he began, before being interrupted again.
“Sorry,” Axel-Zero said, “you mentioned earlier that your AI assisted. How has your AI progressed so quickly? Mine is barely able to fill in a spreadsheet.”
Daedo sighed. He had misstepped in his excitement and pride in Myrmidon’s work. “I put my AI through a rigorous program that I’d prepared, and it has a great foundation as you know,” he lied. “It’s quite capable of analysing and writing code.”
Vannier said, “Let him show us the exo. We can pick his brains on AI another time. We only have nine days before our match with Horus.” Master Nader had told her that Daedo’s cybernetic bandwidth was without peer. And cybernetic bandwidth not only applied to his cybernetic connection data flow but the information flow with his AI and his brain.
Daedo took a deep breath. He looked at his squad members before him – Mace, Vannier, Picard, and Axel-Zero.
“No more interruptions, I promise,” Axel-Zero said apologetically.
He didn’t respond to that but dived right into the explanation. “The plating on the light exo is deemed inferior to a mesh fibre in every test. The smaller we can refine the mesh threads and weave the better the resistance and mobility outcomes. In this, we are restricted by our machines, which we can improve over time, and eventually, I would like to produce nano-level fibres. This armour will differ from a mesh suit in terms of overall thickness, the design of the weave, the pattern of the weave, and the type of fibre constructed. On top of the mesh, we will embed composite ceramic plates. The plates will be applied in a liquid form and solidify onto the mesh surface. The size and pattern of the plates are designed with the end result being mobility as the first priority and coverage as the second.”
He nodded at the burgeoning question. “The composite ceramic plating is designed to take the initial impact and resist flame, plasma, and electric shock weapons. It has been designed to be an insulator. However, under a kinetic barrage, it will break apart. The mesh itself will resist kinetic damage to a high level, whether it is a lance, railgun, frag grenade, or even a missile explosion. This is why we spray on the ceramic element, allowing it to soak into the outer layer of mesh. This will reduce its brittleness to kinetic damage.
“Because it is much lighter than composite or alloy plating, the exo support frame itself has been drastically reduced. This frame only needs to accommodate the reactor, jumpjets, or other equipment like launchers. The hydraulic system has been totally redesigned as well.”
“How does that impact the strength and speed capability?” Mace asked, studying the design.
“The mesh itself contains hydraulic fluid in the tubes circulating the armour,” Daedo said. “It is powered by in-tube micropumps which are connected to your reactor and controlled by interpreting your suit commands. In the future, I would like to interface the hydraulic manipulation with your AI, so the correct amount of force to make a jump or lift a heavy object will be calculated by your AI.
“As to the impact, it has to be an improvement over the standard light exo. It is lighter and stronger with a better delivery system. I would not like to predict the exact improvement, though. We’ll need to test and refine this design.”
“How the hell did you design all this in a week?” Axel-Zero asked.
“I didn’t,” Daedo said. “The hydraulic mesh design is very similar to the mesh exo. I merely modified an existing design, and the micropumps are an off-the-shelf product.”
“It’s very impressive. Does it work?” Vannier asked.
“I think it will be far from perfect on our first attempt, but it will still be a major improvement on the light exos,” he said. “We can test and take data each practice session and refine our design each weekend.”
“You really thought ahead,” Picard said. “This is why you suggested we all use the same exo. I know you said it at the time, but now I see. We focus on refining one design rather than everyone using different exos.”
Vannier gave him an affectionate rub on the head, Picard punched him on the arm, and Axel-Zero gave him a big hug, ignoring his discomfort.
Mace merely stood back and watched with a small smirk.
Vannier said, “We’ll go clean up downstairs so it’s ready to test the first exo off the production line. How long will it be?”
“Twenty hours?” he replied noncommittally. “I have no idea how quick some of these machines are. My father would have a better idea.”
As if on cue, Ikaros walked in from one of the side rooms that housed the injection mould. “The weave will have to come after the fibres are created, but I don’t think we can have all four suits done before Sunday night. We’ll know more when enough fibre is created for the first suit, but my guess is it’ll be nine hours for the fibre and another nine on the weave. So the first suit will be off in eighteen hours and then nine hours more per suit.”
Vannier, Axel-Zero, and Picard were invigorated. They ran down to the lower level to clean up the gunnery and testing facility.
After they left, Daedo looked at Mace and his father. “We can keep busy while the fibres are generated. We need to work to design and build an underarm launcher and a shoulder launcher.”
“That’s good,” Mace said. “We need both to see which will work better. Where will the munitions be stored?”
“The lower back is where the reactor is housed, so I was thinking the rear of the shoulders, across the top of the back,” Daedo said.
“Not under the arms and down the sides?” Mace asked.
“That works too. How much do you want to carry?”
“How strong is the suit? I would prefer to carry enough variety and quantity to take out all eight of the enemy.”
“Every ten kilograms will reduce the mobility bonus proportionally.”
“It needs to be able to load a different munition based on purpose required, so it cannot be a direct load,” she said. “It needs a feeder with full access to the container.”
“You’re not wrong. What about this?” Daedo drew onto the projected image a container with a feeder that snaked from the hip onto the back, above the reactor, up to the shoulder, over onto the chest, and under the arm. This was mimicked on each side.
“That’s gorgeous!” she said. “Will it be heavy?”
Daedo did a quick calculation. “Depending on your munition selection, it would weigh almost sixteen kilos for twenty frag grenades, including the two launchers, loading, and firing mechanisms. We can use hydraulics to both load and fire.”
“Would you switch to pneumatic for firing?” Mace asked.
Daedo laughed. “Yes, we don’t want goo spraying everywhere each time you fire.”
Mace laughed as well, although she was a little embarrassed.
Ikaros watched Daedo while pretending to be busy monitoring equipment. As a father, he had never been so happy for his son. Not only was Daedo thriving at the academy, but he was making friends easily. Ikaros wiped away a tear before anyone could see.