02-27-2026, 12:35 PM
Ilesha scrapped her bowl. It was good and filling. She sat back and sipped her wine. "I came to Moscow for grad school, getting my masters and doctorate here. And I wanted to see what the big feat of power with my own eyes. I applied for a job over at the Kremlin under the department of channelers. They are interested in my research."
Every military operation was interested in her research. She wasn't trying to make armor, but if you could make bullet proof armor with less resources and lighter then the sky was the limit. It wasn't her goal -- but lightweight materials with the OP was. She was refining her methods, and well if the Ascendancy wanted to make mechs then so be it. It wasn't like it was the atomic bomb or something.
Every military operation was interested in her research. She wasn't trying to make armor, but if you could make bullet proof armor with less resources and lighter then the sky was the limit. It wasn't her goal -- but lightweight materials with the OP was. She was refining her methods, and well if the Ascendancy wanted to make mechs then so be it. It wasn't like it was the atomic bomb or something.