6823/Airstrike Oracle

Airstrike Oracle
Date of Scene:	09 March 2019
Location:	Clocktower - Gotham
Synopsis:	Oracle improves upon the Crimson Dynamo's Armor
Cast of Characters:	Crimson Dynamo, Oracle

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Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Sure the basic endoskeletal frame was old, I mean it still had iconography from the soviet union hidden away in there. It's armor plating still in that distinctive bright white and red, it was no doubt a product of a wild time in Russia. Still though, it's entire propulsion system is a marvel of engineering and it's reliance on Venkos for electrical power is remarkably compact and light weight. It's armored shell crafted with care to maximize both the aerodynamics and the ballistic performance. Hell the armor itself, the frame, all the major components are made out of...god knows what.

    It's sensors are pretty 1993 though, as are it's radios and the onboard computing equipment in general. It eschews much of the digital control gear for simple mechanical assemblies, and some sort of wireless neural port dock. It's forearms equipped with some sort of hardpoint system, as is it's back. It's a marvel, and it's also a nightmare.
    The little stick figures drawn on the collar aren't enemy kills then, they're pilot fatalities from testing alone. If it had maybe a tenth of it's raw mechanical ferocity it'd have been ok, but those harddrives were out of date in the 80s. It needs a programmer's touch, and a little electrical engineering then because mechanically? Even now, it's a marvel.

    What's perhaps more amazing, is that somone's flown the thing. They've flown it multiple times, even enguaged in weapons testing and lived to tell the tale. Galina Nemirovsky then is no mere girl with armor, she was the best Dynamo who ever lived and it showed. Granted now she was wanted for treason back in Russia, which makes getting conventional technical assistance difficult. Now though, well she was fixated on becoming something new supposedly. Now she was to become the "Ultra-Dynamo".

    Casually Galina checks her cellphone, double checking the directions Jason sent over before casually flicking her cigarette aside.

Oracle has posed:
Babs has been fast at work on the armor for the better part of a day and in almost every situation that's a lifetime for her computer savey. Most of the onboard processors have been torn out completely while leaving the engineering they control largely untouched until she's come up with a suitable replacement. She finds that in the form of a smart phone, of all places. These new phones are surprisingly versatile, but she's not exactly just popped a cellphone in and called it a day. Instead she's used the motherboard from the phone as a pathway for an updated processor, having downloaded the core control base code from the archaeic drives installed and reconfigured them to make more sense in their code logic.

To say she's impressed with the armor itself is an understatement, but the onboards leave a lot to be desired.

It's basically a fourty million dollar microwave until she's down. Doesn't even take very long, all things considered. Not when she focuses her time on it. A personal favor for Jason indeed.

The directions do not actually bring Galina to the Clocktower, but rather another location on the warf. A warehouse that's been underused for a decade, but still has a sophisticated locking system that defies logic as to what might be stored within.

"Good evening." The disembodied voice comes quietly from the intercom. The gender neutral, emotionless tone sounds slightly digitized.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Slowly she lifts a bandaged hand to pluck those shades from her face, before tucking them into a pocket. The bruises were fading, but her one good eye was still plenty bloodshot and the other was long since purely mechanical. Gaze sweeping the warehouse warily, because lets be frank. Warehouses on the riverfront and Galina, have not had an amazing history lately.

    "Hello, I believe a mutual friend left something of mine with you for work?"Heart beat as irregular as always, she lets her right hand drop casually to her side whilst that left hovers out in space low and up front. So she's more of a shooter than a brawler, but who could blame her in that condition? She hadn't been off the injured list for years after all.

Oracle has posed:
"Yes." The disembodied voice informs Galina. Back in the clocktower, Babs sips tea with her legs pulled up in her seat watching the cameras situated around the warf warehouse. There's only a few, two or three, and not at all hidden. "I have done an overhaul of the onboard systems and upgraded the core processing unit." The door makes a series of clicks upon the keyboard infront of her.

Inside is fairly dark except a series of overhanging bulbs that cast down beams of light in a circle upon the floor. "You have very conected friends. Your suit is in a large case. I did not want to leave it unprotected and I rarely make face to face appearances."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "I owe him a debt I fear I shall never be able to repay."She offers, before dipping her head to light a cigarette with a little hmm. She lingers on for a moment, before she steps foreward. "and now it seems I owe a debt to you as well, and all I've been doing is licking my wounds."Slowly coming to stand in the center of that light, before glancing around. Panning the thermal imager in her eye around no doubt, not that it'll do her much good.

    "I will say this, Americans are very theatrical. What am I to call you now."Theres a smirk there, as she casts one final glance towards the entrance. "You remind me of my handler back when the Winter Guard were in their right minds, not going to chide me in Russian are you now?"

Oracle has posed:
"I can, if you prefer." The voice, now spoken within the warehouse asks in a deadpan tone. "We are not theatrical, we are cautious. Being from Russia, you have to appreciate the gravity of our situation here." Does it have to explain to an agent of the Winter Guard? Probably not.

"You may call me Oracle." The voice says as another set of lights brighten to wash away the darkness from around the large case set near the back corner of the warhouse behind a few other more mundane caches of plumbing parts. "There are worse people to owe a favor. What do you wish for me to call you?"

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "If you presume to be control?"She muses quietly, approaching that crate for a quiet moment before well she gets to prying that thing apart. "Ultra Dynamo was the name of the program to replace the Crimson Dynamo, which was slated for retirement some years ago. Unfortunately, funding never came through."Nor did funding for the Crimson Dynamo mind, or the Winter Guard, or anything else for that matter. "It was a name chosen by Ivan Petrov, are you familar with this man?"

    The name shows up online, sparringly without much detail. What is clear is that he's dead, interred in a Military graveyard outside of Moscow. "I am not trying to be clever, I was never FSB. I'm just not terribly sure what the west knows about any of the Dynamo program."

Oracle has posed:
"I know enough to be hesitant." Oracle says in its disembodied voice as information about the program from which Galina originates is provided earnestly. "We opporate under a different set of rules here in Gotham, Crimson Dynamo. You have made a good friend in Red Hood and he can open a lot of doors for you." As evidenced by her improved onboard computer systems on that armor. The case opens easily once the woman is within proximity as if it were expecting her. Then again, it is entirely possible a bit of hair was used to create a biometric lock.

"For now you can communicate through Red Hood if you need repairs or system upgrades. Or simply return to this facility, I will keep a channel open here for that eventuality. If I am in need of you to return the favor I will contact you. You will never be asked to do anything that you have not already proven to be comfortable with." Furthermore, "There is the option of payment, beyond what has already been provided."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Do I strike you as a woman who joined the army to get rich?"Theres a pause there, before she casually kicks off her boots and peels off that jacket. Yep she's suiting up right now it seems, no hesitation. It comes on far quicker than it looks like it probably should, but then again she's been doing this for how long? "I am the people's shield, the protector of the prolitariat. I defended Moscow for five years without help or funding, I am no Mercenary."And a pause to jam a syringe into her neck, before pulling that helmet down for a boot up.

    Fans whirring for a moment, before those venkos thrum to life in time with the beating of her heart. Hands opening and closing slowly, as she lets the software boot. "Whenever there is doubt, there is no doubt. Do not hesitate on my account."Casually stepping away from that case with a roll of the shoulder. "I am the Dynamo, if you call I will sortie. That is all there is to it, It is what I was born to do."Stubborn, and fights whilst injured. A trend perhaps?

Oracle has posed:
Babs watches the spectacle from miles away in the safety of her sanctuary atop the Clocktower, casually sipping coffee while brading her hair. The conversation feeds into a pair of earbuds so that she's very little distraction and a great deal more sound quality than surround sound speakers. "You will find the first start up to be a little different than you are use to. I wanted you to be present so that you could see the system was unharmed in my work." The HUD in the helmet feeds code lines across the screen like a computer booting then winks to life feeding visual information from ultra light sixty pixel digital cameras fixed to each side of the view port.

"I have integrated a new sensor suite designed for low light close quarters operations as well as a more robot targetting assist system that highlights targets with a click of your teeth for ease during pitched battles. The flight assist has been upgraded as well. You should have a smoother, more sustained passage of information from the flight computer to the thruster controls. Quicker response."

She didn't even touch the technology, but this thing is smart enough that it could write a book for her in latin, now.

For ease of integrating Kitty: Oracle is speaking in a disembodied voice to Galina at a warehouse somewhere on the Warf. She is in her armor.

Babs is in the Clocktower.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Tak tochno..err Affirmative."The Dynamo, well she stretches slowly. Testing the freedom of movement and the balance of it all, before leaning back and easing into a hand stand. "Helmet will need adjustment, my vision is not symetrical anymore. Balance system..."And well she's already making adjustments, pulling back most of the autogyros until she's comfortable enough to lift one hand and...hold it. "Balance is good unarmed, will adjust trim when I am able to procure the appropriate armaments."And a slow roll back from a handstand to upright.

    "One moment, and we'll turn the fan on and see if we've got the Flight control system ironed out."Still nitpicking suit settings to make herself comfortable, and already she seems a world more comfortable suited than in just her skin. "You have done fine work, do not have spare M3 machine gun laying around for weapons testing do you?"

Oracle has posed:
"Hold on, I will make adjustments remotely." Oracle informs Dynamo. Babs leans forward to key up the command prompt connected to the armors sensor camera and inputs a series of lines to shift the visual angle towards the pilots good eye, then spreads out across the visual field to accomodate a three dimensional spectrum despite the physical limitations. "You can fix on and magnify elements up to a times twenty five level to accentuate covert opporations." Oracle informs.

"Unfortunately, I do not leave weapons laying around, but I may have a bead on a source to facilitate armament. I will check my files and get back to you with more details. Specifics potentially available if you give me a wishlist."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Javelin Anti tank missile, Stinger anti-aircraft missiles, M3 machine guns, XM-214 microgun, Carl Gustav recoiless rifle, Fourty millimeter grenades,small bore mortar rounds, C4 explosive, M240 in any variant..."Theres a pause there as she ponders, because I mean we're talking wishlists here right? "Rocket powered anti-mine device, I do not recall what US variant was called but It was very useful in Russia in some occasions. Oh and a pneumatic line launcher capable of propelling a twelve pound projectile at least two hundred feet."Because, well Babs asked right?

    Casually she steps back to fire up that engine ever so casually. Humming softly as she watches the engine output climb in time with her Venko generators. "Oh and Smith and Wesson model 29, revolver of Dirty Hairy." because of course. "Is civilian flight traffic clear, I've got my hud full of diagnostics at the moment."

Oracle has posed:
Babs leans her head back against the cushion on her chair and offers up a sharp laugh that doesn't transmit when she hears the wish list, the response is the same cold tone, "I will see what I can do." Simple, precise, without making promises she might not be able to keep.

"You have clear skies up until City Central, be careful to stay under one thousand feet for now, however. The skys are being closely monitored and you do not want to ping on anyones radar without a full field test of the thruster controls and power relays algarhythm." Babs sips her tea and leans in closer to her keyboard, ready to make on the cuff adjustsments as necessary.

There are always bugs. That's what keeps Oracle sharpest amongst her peers. She doesn't assume her work is flawless until it's flawless.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Understood."comes the immediate reply. Then well she gives a short hop, and lights that thruster. A short hover to double check her settings, before she leans foreward and accelerates. She clears that warehouse in the blink of an eye, standing on a steady what like 5g of acceleration as she hurtles out over the bay. Arms folding back against her side, before she starts turning left and right in a gentle snaking trajectory that only grows tighter with every set. Confident the suit isn't going to take her head off, she kicks her legs out and twists. Bending back to turn back the way she came.

    Even at full tilt, that purple glow of her thruster is surprisingly subdued. The spray from flying quite so low isn't, and well judging by the telemetry she's got more than enough to break the sound barrier but...why push it? "Initial flight calibration complete, flight control system is satisfactory. I am very impressed Oracle, you have done me a great favor this evening."

Oracle has posed:
Furthermore, the armor is a great deal lighter now that it has more modern onboards running the systems. Surprising how compact computers have become since the late 80s and early 90s. This allows for less power required to keep the flight stable and airborne which inturn lowers the drain from opperation significantly. "It is what I do." Oracle says through an upgraded communications system. Honestly, most of what she's installed was things she had laying around and wasn't a great deal of marvel. Compared to what was there however? Day and Night.

"I will continue to fine tune the systems from the data collected from your flight. If you will allow me, I will keep the communication program installed so that I can easily contact you and record field data to better facilitate future upgrades, but that decision is up to you." Right now, Babs has full access to everything Galina's helmet sees. Useful for both of them, but.. "Trust is earned both ways, I understand that."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres a neat roll over as she slows, laying on the air brakes and finally cutting that thruster. An outstretched gauntlet grabbing onto a roof's edge for just enough time for the momentum to grab home, and send her into a twisting summersalt onto the ground. Indeed, substantially more graceful in the suit than out of it. "Why this, Oracle."She lets the question hang a bit as she glances around casually. Cycling through the vision systems rapid fire, before turning to all but stroll back towards the warehouse.

    "You could have kept this for yourself, easily. You have the means to hide yourself from me, and I do not feel that I scare you."Something she's rather used to, if we're being honest. "I am not, an American style hero. I am a soldier, you must know these things."

Oracle has posed:
"Because someone I care about trusts you." Oracle says flatly in her uncharacterized tone, "They asked me to preform a favor for a comrade and so I have. I do not, however, want to overstep the boundries of that partnership or test their privacy by forcing contengencies into place where none should be needed." Babs sits back in her seat, tipping back her mug to gaze down in it for a second... with lips quirked to the side, she climbs out of her chair to refill her beverage.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Da.."And well she lifts a gloved hand to that helmet, fussing for a moment. "Cutting feed, will listen on frequency 123.5 for callsign Dynamo. I'm going to take a day or two and get myself sorted, get myself up to speed. Then, I'll be available for priority tasking. Dynamo out."And well, she kills the wireless. Taking a moment to inhale, and exhale before..."Yes!" And well theres a little dancing, before she gets all serious again to go fetch her things.

Oracle has posed:
"I understand, Crimson Dynamo." Oracle informs the pilot just before feed dies. Babs has just returned to her station when the cameras go dark, but she's still grinning as she sips upon her new cup of tea. "Priority message to Red Hood, begin recording: Hey Jay Jay, I linked up with your gal pal, Dynamo. Got her suit working like a dream. I expect more cupcakes or at the very least a sub from Angelos. Babs out." Leaning back in her seat with her head resting against the backrest, she curls her legs up beneath her and resumes coordinating agents in the field with an ease that comes only with experience.