by Will Stanton » Wed Mar 23, 2022 6:06 pm
Will eyed Miriam again -- her attitude was catching him off guard.
"Alright then, if you want to stay and help for a while," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"The size is the first problem. It took me years to do a sports car, and you may have noticed me not doing any 18-wheelers; I've seen Robin grab one or two and that pooped her out for days. But a submarine? Those motherfuckers are huge. And if we're talking Sam, and Vic, and Tosh and who knows who else, not to mention protective equipment and shielding and weapons and hopefully some place they can stretch and an airlock..." he rambled, before catching his breath.
"We're talking tons. Tons and tons. And it has to be able to withstand pressure from the outside without squishing everyone in the middle into a fine paste; and it's got to be able to do that without flexing or bending in shape to keep all the external equipment in fine form while being a submarine. And we're talking doing all that for something...what, 40 feet long? At a minimum? No one's asking for a Typhoon class or something here, but good lord, right? I've never done anything on this scale. I'm fairly sure it's possible, but I mean, Jesus."