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|As of April 5, 2011 THIS FACILITY IS NO LONGER IN USE|
The Pollution Prevention Act & Abatement Handbook
MANTA Metals had at one time been a highly successful and internationally recognized organization. Conveniently headquartered in Gothic, the industrial smelting plant was founded in 1986, and had rapidly grown to become one of the largest full-service primary precious metals refineries in the world. One of the first industries to invest in proprietary green refining technology, MANTA was able to offer the most competitive refining terms in the business.
But like all shining success stories in Gothic, MANTA Metals was plagued by constant criminal elements as they systematically infiltrated the city's unions. Eventually corruption and lack of vision forced the plant to cut environmental corners which ultimately led to its closure.
Inside the former smelting plant there is no sign of life. No real sense of energy. Cold, in areas, and unbearably hot in others, it harbors a rather unpleasant atmospheric temperament. There is no give to her grated ladders and planks. No cushioned steps to be had on her concrete floors.
Her interior is shadow ridden, uncomfortable and often times claustrophobic do to an almost supernatural weight. There are ghost here. Many men have suffered horrific, tragic accidents. Many of their bones remain in the very foundation. Like Ichabod Hill and Ebenezer's Clock Tower, MANTA Metals holds a special ghost tale lore for the younger children of Gothic. Helping maintain a highly coveted cloak of privacy.
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Armed with this privacy, the Phantomshell has begun to restore the stolen criminal enterprise he had nearly perfected, before being betrayed. With one active furnace and a central HUB of nondescript labtops running various schematic algorithms. These algorithms insure the integrity of the foundation during the Sinister Shockwave's kinetic excavations deeper into the city.
As a result of the Wolfpack Strigidaes' ability to produce more with less, the junkyard F1 composites are completely absent of exotic materials like carbon fiber, vibranium, or adamantium. Instead, Strigidae 57's mock up of 4 vehicular chassis were built from a ladder frame consisting of 3-by-6-inch rectangular steel tubing with a lattice of welded steel tubes above that.
The front suspension comes from a fleet of 3/4-ton mid-'80s GM pickup trucks with air springs replacing the original coils. In back, Dana 60 solid rear axles leverage up on another pair of airbags and are located by three fabricated links. Segregated hydrolic steering for both front and rear allow for an independent transition between the front; operated by a conventional steering wheel, and the rear, which is controlled by a lever (similar to that used on a monster truck).
Capitalizing on a rather deceptive 6.2-liter LS3 V8 loosely rated around 430 horsepower. But because of the secret Strigidae's mechanical tinkering, the engine is mounted backwards in each vehicle. Intercepting and sending power into GM Turbo 400 three-speed automatic transmissions that in turn, churn the Casale V-drive gearsets mounted just behind the driver. The V-drive reverses the power flow so a small driveshaft can then feed the rear axle. Sexy in its simplicity.While the ramp car is very low, it's also very long and very wide, stretching out about 160 inches over a 130-inch wheelbase.
It's so big overall that its massive Hoosier 31-by-16.5-inch Pro Street rear tires (think 419/55R17) look almost modestly sized. And the front tires (315/35R17 Hoosiers) are the same size as the rear tires on the old 1995 Corvette ZR-1.No Caption ProvidedConvenience was the first casualty in the schematic phase of development. Restricted access to the driver's pod means snaking around various labyrinths of exposed tubing, slipping past Plexiglas, before lowering into the narrow seat. The steel is bare and unpainted, your legs straddle the hydraulic ram which operates the "kicker" that really knocks cars up and over the cockpit.
The OMP steering wheel is attached after your body is in place.The cockpit is fighter pilot theme, all buinsess but exposed. A Racepak digital dash rests behind the wheel j above the Autometer oil pressure and ammeters. Your right leg bounces up against the transmission's ratchet shifter while your left knocks on the Eaton lever that controls the hydraulic rear-wheel steering. This is an open car that somehow feels claustrophobic, but they're the purest form of vehicular warfare in an urban setting. It can turn its wheels left, right, reverse 180 or 360 degrees with the performance grace of an iceskater.
After a long tedious process, the Phantomshell was somehow able to track down all four of the 57th Strigidae's F1 urban utility vehicles.
One of a kind fabrications lost in the aftermath of the Wolf Pack member's demise. Bringing in a ragtag group of misunderstood and failed mechanics, the secret Strix has tasked this group of gearheads and motor militants with the re-engineering of the F1's.
To break them down, chop them up, and use radical innovation to rebuild the chassis beneath the conventional frames of less conspicuous vehicles. Subtle on the outside. Savage under the hood.
- Knightfall Utility Belt
- Aethrium Talon
(OOC under spoilers is the only real condition)