"Standard titanium cannot withstand a focused acoustic strike."
Elena Vance slammed her palms onto the mahogany table in the Mayfair estate. The digital static of the destroyed satellites hissed from the wall monitors.
The Royal Court stood in dead silence. The Elysium Inner Circle had just vaporized their orbital constellation. The global audience was deafened again.
"The Inner Circle weaponized the ionosphere," Elena stated. "Project Echo disrupted our gyroscopes with raw physical resonance. If we launch standard commercial hardware they will just shoot it down again."
"We need bespoke aerospace architecture," Ryan Parker commanded. "We need zero latency transmitters clad in acoustic armor."
Elena looked away from her sovereign. She crossed her arms over her chest. Her fingernails d
