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Loki goes instantly where Huan tells her. She has a safety against landing intersected with solid objects, her or any of her belongings, so dramatic as it would be she can't just appear with her opponent already impaled. She has to actually stab him.
So she stabs him, spikes him from there. And hollows out Lævateinn and channels ice into the wound.
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purposeful_glory
Specialization is great they are not judging her for having difficulty following. Anyway, this bomb is less likely to fizzle and likelier to explode, that's the simple version.
If they can develop better non-nuclear explosives it'll be even explodier. Their non-nuclear explosives are well behind the level that other civilizations had by the time they were trying to make nuclear ones.
Winter and summer, winter and summer.
Yay. Bomb test, then party, says Maedhros. Though I guess we shouldn't throw parties for new capabilities the Enemy doesn't know about. Bomb test while I manufacture a capabilities-unrelated reason for a party.
purposeful_glory
You got it.
All right, here go her and a bomb and some techs to the uninhabited southern continent desert.
All right, here go her and a bomb and some techs to the uninhabited southern continent desert.
"We can't detonate it from that far off, but let's hop twenty miles out as soon as it's triggered" the tech says. "Much less than that should be safe but there's no reason to risk it."
purposeful_glory
"Yeah, you want to give these things some room."
When they trigger, she pops them twenty miles away to a good vantage point.
When they trigger, she pops them twenty miles away to a good vantage point.
You don't need Elven eyesight to see it, in exquisite detail, from twenty miles away. The flash is well out ahead of the sound. The desert shakes. The air boils into a mushroom cloud.
"I think," says one of the techs, "we should delay the party until we drop the second one on Morgoth."
"I think," says one of the techs, "we should delay the party until we drop the second one on Morgoth."
purposeful_glory
"There's enough leeway on the second one to let you trigger it and me drop it in place and leave, right?"
"Yep. It'll have to be hop-hop but you can do that.
Eru.
Had you seen them, did you know-"
Eru.
Had you seen them, did you know-"
purposeful_glory
"Not in person. I knew the general idea but it's really something."
"I feel like this must be how Morgoth got started. Turning lands to dead ash, our histories say.
Let's go back. Let's do it now."
Let's go back. Let's do it now."
purposeful_glory
"Please do not nuke things which need it less than empty deserts. I would be so annoyed."
She pops them back.
She pops them back.
There is much - osanwë, carefully directed - rejoicing. Fëanor concurs in the assessment that there's no time to wait on Angband.
purposeful_glory
Right. They want it detonated overhead, in the fortress somewhere, what?
Overhead. The books say that's best, and also Fëanor has a complicated physics explanation of why that's best. This far above the ground, dead-center -
Now, a lot of people say in unison.
You can borrow our eyesight, Maedhros says, and then the northern horizon goes blindingly white, and then they can peaceably count off the seconds to the thunderous boom, and they can feel the blast even here, but lightly, like a gentle shove backwards, and fire settles in the sky above Angband.
Morgoth is, at this point, genuinely annoyed.
Morgoth is, at this point, genuinely annoyed.
purposeful_glory
Loki watches the explosion with considerable satisfaction.
She has no way to directly detect annoyance.
She has no way to directly detect annoyance.
For about an hour, nothing else happens. Even the planned party does not start. The Elves are watching, stunned, and weeping, and in Fëanor's case checking the visuals against what they had projected and against the first earlier test. Maedhros has gone very very motionless.