Talk:AIF/@comment-13740085-20150328185826

Guy sat in hi command chair, his eyes closed, rubbing his nose. Three of his super warships were damaged, one near put out of action. And there was still the blasted shore batteries. They continued to hammer at his fleet with nigh-impunity. He'd love to turn everything he had on them, but he needed to focus his guns on wiping out the Coalition ships.

If only something could come down like the hand of an angry God and replace those guns with craters.

He abruptly stopped rubbing his nose, that thought seemed familiar. Then his eyes shot open, and he realized it should be familiar. He then cursed himself for not thinking of this earlier.

"The Fist," he muttered.

He moved from his chair to the main computer console. He entered a twenty digit security clearance number, allowing him to view materials classified above top secret.

"What are you doing, Sir," his chief of staff asked.

"Captain, are you familiar with the beginning of the aerospace war in WWIII?"

"Yes sir, when the Gleipnir and Hellfire class ships were cannon fodder for the KRADEC warships?"

"Yeah, that. Well, when we were trying to formulate a response, one program was call the Fist of Judgement. Basically, we put fission reactors in an orbital platform, the nuclear energy generated by the reaction was concentrated and focused in a single directed beam towards a target. The prototype vaporized a Gleipnir class warship.

We then built a couple dozen refined and improved platforms. The engineers found a few ways to squeeze a few more megawatts out of their reactors. But, when we started making progress with the Jormungandr IIs, the project was shelved. The platforms are heavily stealthed, so we left them in orbit."

"How well stealthed are they?"

"Heh, Prometheus or the UAC wouldn't be able to find them even if they knew what they were looking for."

The main display on USS Pennsylvania shifted to a view of the earth. Around it were two dozen small red dots. Four of them gained a yellow ring around them, signaling they were available to use in the area.

"But yet, there they are."

"Sir, what would one of those platforms do to those shore batteries?"

Guy smiled, and his thought from earlier returned. "A beam of energy will come down like the hand of an angry God, and replace them with craters. Begin the start up of their systems, I want those four available platforms ready to fire within the next few minutes."

Way back when, I built an orbital platform called the fist of judgement. It worked then as I just explained it. I even went and posted a picture of the test which destroyed the Gleipnir class ship named Gandr. You can find the picture in my uploads, and the post is still on the USN page in one of the older comment pages.