DMSP

Listened to this one 1,000+ times over the years

I don't know if anyone remembers when I created an all in one Duna base back in 0.25.0 (nobody will remember). I'm redoing it, all stock this time. Gotta remove a few more parts, and then I'm good. Coming soon.

Hmm. Do you have any specifications for this ships? Number of docking ports, DeltaV, crew capacity?

Wonderful! Glad I finally caught along this thread. You guys make some great stuff.

If anyone is wondering, I have gotten back to talking screenshots and coming up with the next chapter. Wifi is down, writing this off my phone so the best I can do is upload it by tommorow evening. I hope everyone is doing well and everyone can excuse my long absence.

In Levels 3 and 4 does the ICBM have to actually be hit by the defense system? Or could a proximity explosive device be acceptable (range of 30 meters or so).

What would you need the ship for? If you want, say, a Duna or Gilly lander then you could use my one below. Describe what type of spacecraft you need.

@Scientia1423, you did an amazing job keeping it alive. I'm so sorry I had to leave and I'm sorry to see it go but that is what happens after something like this has existed for long enough. Thanks to the team who helped keep this alive, and to all the people who played.

I just read through everything that's been written since my absence started. @Cydonian Monk, you never fail to amaze me.

Thank you, it means a lot that you're here! I'll be working to release a new chapter within a reasonable amount of time.

Guys, I'm really sorry it's been so many months. My life has been up and down and I had to put the story on hold without an official reason why. I have massive amounts of work in the next few weeks, but maybe, just maybe once these exams are over I can have a break for once and sit down and write again. I haven't opened KSP in around 2 months. I'll try my best to get back to writing soon. Thanks for the support.

Glad to see some amazing new stuff coming along. I'd be happy to get my hands on that flying wing, look how pretty it looks!

No no don't worry! @Scientia1423, what is needed where in the save?

I haven't been here in ages... I'll see if I can add anything to the save sometime.

Ah damn. Another great chapter and I am glad to see this back!

Let's roll!

Well, they're great fun! I hope to see more and thank you for stopping by.

Dude don't forget to add your Ural 6x6 here! Great truck!

Well, that's what I am here for! I'd like to thank @Raptor9 and @AdrianK. for their crafts, Raptor's C7 310 and 320 and AdrianK's KSh Ural. Your craft allow for amazing stories. Thank you. Chapter 1-Old Memories. "Gear up! We're going to be clearing the mainland and are on a steady ascent at 15 degrees, we'll climb to 2.5 klicks and head outwards over the ocean." Corsy secured his helmet as he listened into the cargo pilot's cockpit, looking over the side of the jet as the runway flew past below the aircraft, all 4 engines running at full power. The small aircraft Corsy commanded hung by a single metal pylon, with nothing else holding him to it. Eventually he would need to press the button, he'd need to let go. The experimental prototype was commissioned by the Kolonia Armed Air Force to protect the growing bomber fleet at Kolonia's airbases. It was tiny, made to fit inside the empty cargo bays of bombers, giving it the responsibility of saving the lives of those onboard from enemy fighters. "Corsy, prepare for detachment!" The bomber's co-pilot yelled to make sure Corsy could hear over the roaring of the C7 320's engines. "Are you ready?" Corsy turned the security latch on the crash helmet. "Drop it." The second the aircraft separated, jet fuel flooded the engine, and it came to life, the turbojet burning through the small supply Corsy had on board. It was a dangerous task, heading out to sea in a small, untested aircraft, with no survival equipment and liters of fuel surrounding the pilot. He banked right, the aircraft handling wonderfully, gracefully making a turn and heading away from the Transport. Cheers went up on the radio, and Corsy reported how the little thing headed along, but remained focused on the new program. He then hit the aircraft into full power and it rocketed ahead, leaving the C7 320 behind, with the test observers watching as the aircraft over-preformed. It took 10 minutes for Corsy to realign with the transport, but eventually he brought the aircraft in, almost out of fuel, and got inside the cargo bay. The aircraft's cargo door had issues closing, but soon they were heading back to the airfield. Corsy watched the cargo bay close, and then climbed out of the fighter's hatch and made his way towards the transport's cockpit. The Isopod, Corsy named it, rested behind him as he shut the cabin door. They had made it. Corsy and the test crew disembarked the aircraft to a small crowd, where immediately Army Air force pilots took command and flew the transport, with The Isopod still hanging inside, to a location they could never know. Unknown to Corsy, after a decade of construction, the program his mother had dedicated her life to and never saw come to life had just been finished being built from the ground up. Private investors added where the government had not and a state of the art space center had been created, something unlike anything seen before. With not much cash left and the investors holding off until better launches took place, meaning the only way the new Kolonia Space and Aeronautical society could start doing launches were the construction trucks that had been left behind in the creation of the center. The Ural flatbed drove out in the late afternoon, commanded by Jodra and Isake Kerman, both pilots who flew for years before joining the space program. Now they drove Flatbeds carrying supplies around the center. But today was different. Isake parked the truck over 1,400 meters from the space center, and Jodra got the control panel out. She activated the rocket's systems one by one, slowly preparing it for the first flight. The command core turned on, connecting to the panel, giving back data and information that would be critical to future flights. Both Kerbals then braced as Jodra flipped the engine ignition switch. Within a second after launch, the miniature rocket was already off course, too heavy to sustain its weight in flight. "Brace!" Isake screamed as she saw the rocket dip in front of the truck. With fuel burning and vapors spreading around across the area, both Kerbals were very happy they had prototype Space Suits on. They couldn't run fast enough. A week later, the same two on the same truck drove out with new tech, hopefully to do better. Jodra once again went through the systems, preparing for another launch. This one was much more dangerous than the last thanks to the first stage's array of 18 solid fuel motors. They ducked, and with a massive bang all 18 boosters ignited. It took less than 10 seconds for the boosters to burn out, but by then the rocket had broken 2 kilometers and was already past Mach 1. At 8,722 meters, the engine shut off and the rocket fell back towards Kerbin. It smashed into the ground, but not before transmitting megabytes of information, and helping with planning trajectories of the future. Jodra walked away feeling proud. As Isake inspected the truck for damage in the setting sun, Jodra knew her years of work as a pilot had led to something greater, something bigger than just an airline. The next launch went like the others. Except better. Using tech from both missions before, the first altitude breaker rocket rolled down onto the beach and lifted off. It broke through mach 1, mach 2, passing through kilometers of atmosphere and climbing to heights never seen by aircraft. Onward the rocket climbed, its internal fuel supply powering the antenna that sent back pictures of the ocean and land below, the world they all lived on from far above. But the motor died and so did the antenna. Signals stopped. Radar tracked the probe until just over 51 kilometers, where it fell down towards Kerbin's great sea. Nobody could know what the rocket saw. Although sour of the early loss of contact, it proved a vehicle could actually breach the 50 kilometer mark and survive. That's when they called the Air Force. An army C7 310 Tri-Soar descended on final approach to the space center's runway. Onboard were officials from the government and military, pilots and engineers. ZSU-23-4s stood by below the aircraft, ready to shoot down any threat to the plane. Corsy was unsure where he was going when he had been whisked off onboard the transport from the Kerman Lake test site. He watched as the coast passed by, and soon the grass surrounding the space center. He had no idea where he was going and was afraid. The Kolonia government could be deadly if it needed to be. But that never happened. The aircraft touched down softly, 3 engines roaring as they went into Reverse thrust. The aircraft taxied off in front of what Corsy could see to be a massive hanger. Before the air stairs could arrive, a Kerbal climbed onboard with a LD-64 grenade launcher and called out to Corsy. Unknown to Corsy, he climbed down to the same tarmac that his mother should have 10 years before. Many watched as he climbed down the ladder. Gene Kerman watched as a long gone friend looked around. Gene smiled. They could start again. "He's here..."

Thanks! I'm very happy you liked it.

This is quite scary actually, but I do like it!

I say go down. Don't blame me if there are explosions...

Amazing chapters, thanks for continuing!

Ok there is someone who really likes downvoting your stuff... It's quite an interesting B-24, more of an operational B-24 than a look-alike B-24.