Post by roseneghana on May 16, 2011 1:39:34 GMT 1
Date: 2008 October 01
Somewhere within the BPRD headquarters, was a medium sized workship, filled with industrial equipment for the machining of metalic parts to replace those lost in the field, or just worn from use. Frequently it was to replace doors and such that Hellboy had damaged just by opening them, or to cast heavy duty restraints for special mythical creatures that you wouldn't just find anywhere, and would raise questions as to the contents of such items.
Needless to say, this shop, despite its size, was quite active since one young woman had decided to set up her own shop there, practically taking it over while working. Outside the heavily sound proofed doors one could hear the sounds of work coming from within, as well as the muffle sounds of Omnia, a group that apparently few had actually heard of, but most liked.
Currently, only three songs were playing as the worker inside this room enjoyed those songs the most, and had them playing on repeat over the rooms sole surviving 'boom box'. Sole surviving of course, because various accidents had taken those out with rather disasterous results.
Upon entering this room, most would find it an organized mess, a seeming haphazard approach to organization, with various tools and such mixed among each other, but placed upon the wall in a very neat manner. The counter space was littered with parts, spools of wire wound around iron bars with brackets on their sides, various pieces of what looked to be porcelean plates scattered around, some broken beyond any real use, some intact.
Off to the side of the rectangular room, near a space cleared for actual testing of larger equipment, a strange cylindrical drum could be seen, rattling around within a net of cable supports, not so much for suspension, but rather for stability in case it became off ballance durring the test. It's predicessors had failed rather spectacularly, nearly ending the lives of the room's user and her assistants, but taking out the other boom boxes in their demize.
Thankfully, no one was seriously hurt, just a few flesh wounds here and there due to shrapnel, but since those wounds were relativly light, a few of the assistants had actually returned for the next round after their proposed healing times. Bless those souls, they wern't hurt the next time something went wrong with the proposed device that one soul was currently working so diligently upon.
This soul was none other than Rose Neghana. This woman, while relativly young and short, was fairly hot headed in her own rights, as was to be expected from those with a smaller stature than others. She was a medium level agent, capable of working on her own, but not yet capable of leading a team in the field just yet, more due to her own feelings of a lack of rediness in that particular area.
Despite previous disasters, all stemming from electrical overload of her experimental engine design, she was still working upon it, instistant to the bosses that be in charge that it would practically revolutionize the way vehicles worked. Less suprising was the fact that Rose was currently behind a blast shield, as she had been after her previous two prototypes failed in their own spectacular way.
In her own way, Rose knew she was attractive, knew it subconciously but never acknowledged this fact publicly or in most ways save for the various Balls the company threw for their employees.
Her red hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, a simple butterfly clip keeping it out of her face as she worked, a few locks here and there that were too short to be kept back with the rest, now falling accross her face. Her clothing selection was designed to be light, but protective in the manner of sparks from the welding torch. A simple pair of denim jeans, reinforced around the waist to hold a tool belt without the loops breaking, along with a grey T shirt and dark blue bullet resistant vest completed her clothing selection. This clothing selection was simple, protective for the most part, but recognizable to various fans of a simple show on the science fiction chanel. BattleStar Galactica, the newest series of the esteemed universe, was one of Rose's favorites to watch, even despite it's ending a few years ago.
Most people in the agency had their particular habbits, as was apparent when Rose practically insisted on watching said shows night after night, each weeknight, at the same time, as if keeping up the appearance the show was still on the air. Despite her various habbits, she was as normal as anyone else in the BPRD, which was saying something. If normal were creating experimental engines that is.
Still, as Rose peered through the viewport, keeping an eye upon her laptop computer for readings, as well as the various other instruments she had placed around this particular viewport blast shield, she montered the EM spikes, rotational variences as well as other emissions from the particle accelerator located in the middle of the strange device.
The device itself was simple in theory, create a perpetually moving disk that would then power the engine itself, culling more and more rotational energy and movement, continuously dirrecting said energy towards the particle charger and the accelerator in the core of the disk itself, dirrecting charged particles downwards. Granted, the supports for the movement ring were shaped as a fan blade, making it a propeller in and of itself, adding the thrust of itself to the engine's power. The angle of the blades were slim, only a few degrees off of horizontle to prevent an overpowerment of verticle thrust since the idea behind it was the CPs (Charged particles) coming out of the middle devices.
A few minutes of running was enough to get the readings she had wanted from the first two, as the device ran as proposed, despite a dangerous overbuild of electrical charge within the device's capaciters. Rose frowned as she reached for the kill switch and the automatic grounding agent, but heard the whine before her fingers touched the mount the big red button and protection cover was attached to.
Her eyes widened with shock and fear of an impending blast and instinctivly ducked as low as possible behind her shield covering, wrapping her hands around her neck as the device literally shredded itself from the inside out. The explosion itself was enough to temporarily deafen Rose, making itself audible to everyone in the vicinity of the medium sized workshop.
Rose did not know what had happened from the moment she ducked down to avoid the blast she knew was coming, but did feel the free standing blast shield fall down on top of her, pinning her to the floor itself, possibly saving her life from the shrapnel she knew would be flying around the room. It was the shield, however, that knocked her unconcious for an indeterminable period of time, not knowing what time it was when the prototype failed, nor when she awoke.
When she did wake, in the smoke and haze of the aftermath, she could see dim lights from around the edges of the shield, red revolving lights of the emergency sirens sounding off, but strangly could not hear them despite their being shrill and piercing. From underneath the shield, should feel small impacts upon it's surface, and knew that the room's fire extinquishing sprinklers were indeed active, dousing everything in it with water. She did not know the results of the explosion other than what her senses were telling her, but she did know that it was bad if the emergency sirens were going off, indicating a particularly lethal explosion had indeed occured. Her limbs were sluggish in responding, but she thought she had felt something on her leg before coming to under the shield itself. Still, in her groggy state, she could not push the shield off of her, nor could she even get the leverage to do so, but she could still breath and move her head, so that was a plus.
Tags: Open to all, one hell of an explosion.
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