If anyone asks, Cortana is going to claim she planned the hamster ball of death.
In the passenger seat, she braces against the dash--if anyone in the UNSC has ever worn a seat belt while riding in a Warthog, she hasn't heard about it--and reviews their options. As little as she likes to admit it, 'so stupid no one would think of it during contingency planning' does in fact seem to be a solid tactic...and will look brilliant in retrospect, instead of just the crazy it is now.
"Sure, why not? They might be expecting 'through the walls,' but I bet they haven't planned for 'up the walls.'" She looks at the opposition and runs a few scenarios while they pick up speed, perhaps a tenth of a second. "Just floor it and I'll handle the acceleration vectors."
No point in tipping their hand, and Cortana imagines a few stun grenades going off amidst the massed guards, solely to give them what they're expecting. Just a standard suicidal frontal assault by bleeding-heart Legionnaires, folks, nothing to see here. When the Warthog hits the right distance, she implements the equation she's been thinking of for at least 300 milliseconds. It's a beautiful one. She'll have to share with Theta later so someone can appreciate it for the aesthetics instead of just the effects.
Their personal gravity remains well-behaved, the force on the Warthog changing smoothly over just long enough to act like a ramp and turning the fortress wall into the ground as far as North's senses are concerned, while around them all accelerational hell breaks loose, random directions (but none of them useful ones) becoming 'down' for the guards at various gravitational pulls, some unfortunates slammed by 10 gees, some practically weightless in gravities so small as to be immeasurable...and none of them in a gravitational field that remains constant or even pointed in the same direction long enough to get their bearings.
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In the passenger seat, she braces against the dash--if anyone in the UNSC has ever worn a seat belt while riding in a Warthog, she hasn't heard about it--and reviews their options. As little as she likes to admit it, 'so stupid no one would think of it during contingency planning' does in fact seem to be a solid tactic...and will look brilliant in retrospect, instead of just the crazy it is now.
"Sure, why not? They might be expecting 'through the walls,' but I bet they haven't planned for 'up the walls.'" She looks at the opposition and runs a few scenarios while they pick up speed, perhaps a tenth of a second. "Just floor it and I'll handle the acceleration vectors."
No point in tipping their hand, and Cortana imagines a few stun grenades going off amidst the massed guards, solely to give them what they're expecting. Just a standard suicidal frontal assault by bleeding-heart Legionnaires, folks, nothing to see here. When the Warthog hits the right distance, she implements the equation she's been thinking of for at least 300 milliseconds. It's a beautiful one. She'll have to share with Theta later so someone can appreciate it for the aesthetics instead of just the effects.
Their personal gravity remains well-behaved, the force on the Warthog changing smoothly over just long enough to act like a ramp and turning the fortress wall into the ground as far as North's senses are concerned, while around them all accelerational hell breaks loose, random directions (but none of them useful ones) becoming 'down' for the guards at various gravitational pulls, some unfortunates slammed by 10 gees, some practically weightless in gravities so small as to be immeasurable...and none of them in a gravitational field that remains constant or even pointed in the same direction long enough to get their bearings.
That'll teach 'em to be organic.