03-17-2015, 09:54 AM
Armande listened intently as he paged through the tablet. But in his mind, he already could see the Order of the Archangels hunting. A ghost of a smile almost appeared as he skimmed spec after spec.
Dazer Lazer Defender. Blinds or disorients target with intense directed EM radiation. Range: 5000 meters. Pencil flashlight size. Stealth model allows for multi-spectral attack across entire EM band, making detection and/or shielding difficult before damage can be inflicted. At normal levels, result is temporary blindness. At higher energy levels, rupture of the eyeballs or searing of the retinas can occur.
Active Denial Directed Energy Weapon. Heats water on target's skin causing incapacitating pain with little damage. Hand held device. Multi-spectral capabilities. Standard use: crowd control. At higher energy levels, can burn skin and rupture organs.
And so many others. Electrolasers. Pulsed Energy Projectiles. Miniature UAVs armed with hypospray ability.
The god's had access to an unholy power. Unchecked, that power would lead to the re-enslavement of mankind. But not since the days of the original god-wars so long ago, had the Atharim weapons that were comparable. Perhaps one or two of those artifacts remained. He had teams researching the possibility. There were clues if one knew the truth. But even without, with these weapons, the Atharim would crush the head of Apollyon and his brood of vipers. Earlier holders of his office had rejected the emergent Age of Enlightenment as a loss of power and influence. They had strenuously worked with the Holy Church to maintain the power structure that gave them the access and freedom to act. They had quashed any rebellious elements within the brotherhood itself that promoted such dangerous ideas. But today, here, it was clear that such advancements had been providential. That they should have access to such things just as the reborn gods began to crop up like weeds was no accident. The war was coming, the battle foretold by so many for so long. The Order of the Archangels would be ready. The vision of it was rapturous.
Theis' words proved to be sobering, though. It was always the same. Technology was a double edged sword. Those same advancements would make their work in the shadows all the harder. Armande's icy blue gaze read over the strategies that would allow them to continue. They were an extension of their usual secretiveness and not unacceptable. He shrugged mentally. It could not be helped. The hunts were in the cities now. Cameras were everywhere. It took moments for computers to pull images and collate all of them so that there was nearly continuous full 3-d coverage on any modern street.
And then there was Domovoi. Regus felt protective of the Atharim's charge. Domovoi must not be allowed to interfere. Once silence had descended, Regus steepled his fingers, his black sleeves sliding down slightly, and looked at Theis. "This task force. It must not get in our way. I trust we have eyes and ears inside?"
Dazer Lazer Defender. Blinds or disorients target with intense directed EM radiation. Range: 5000 meters. Pencil flashlight size. Stealth model allows for multi-spectral attack across entire EM band, making detection and/or shielding difficult before damage can be inflicted. At normal levels, result is temporary blindness. At higher energy levels, rupture of the eyeballs or searing of the retinas can occur.
Active Denial Directed Energy Weapon. Heats water on target's skin causing incapacitating pain with little damage. Hand held device. Multi-spectral capabilities. Standard use: crowd control. At higher energy levels, can burn skin and rupture organs.
And so many others. Electrolasers. Pulsed Energy Projectiles. Miniature UAVs armed with hypospray ability.
The god's had access to an unholy power. Unchecked, that power would lead to the re-enslavement of mankind. But not since the days of the original god-wars so long ago, had the Atharim weapons that were comparable. Perhaps one or two of those artifacts remained. He had teams researching the possibility. There were clues if one knew the truth. But even without, with these weapons, the Atharim would crush the head of Apollyon and his brood of vipers. Earlier holders of his office had rejected the emergent Age of Enlightenment as a loss of power and influence. They had strenuously worked with the Holy Church to maintain the power structure that gave them the access and freedom to act. They had quashed any rebellious elements within the brotherhood itself that promoted such dangerous ideas. But today, here, it was clear that such advancements had been providential. That they should have access to such things just as the reborn gods began to crop up like weeds was no accident. The war was coming, the battle foretold by so many for so long. The Order of the Archangels would be ready. The vision of it was rapturous.
Theis' words proved to be sobering, though. It was always the same. Technology was a double edged sword. Those same advancements would make their work in the shadows all the harder. Armande's icy blue gaze read over the strategies that would allow them to continue. They were an extension of their usual secretiveness and not unacceptable. He shrugged mentally. It could not be helped. The hunts were in the cities now. Cameras were everywhere. It took moments for computers to pull images and collate all of them so that there was nearly continuous full 3-d coverage on any modern street.
And then there was Domovoi. Regus felt protective of the Atharim's charge. Domovoi must not be allowed to interfere. Once silence had descended, Regus steepled his fingers, his black sleeves sliding down slightly, and looked at Theis. "This task force. It must not get in our way. I trust we have eyes and ears inside?"