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Gnoman
Feb 12, 2014

Come, all you fair and tender maids
Who flourish in your pri-ime
Beware, take care, keep your garden fair
Let Gnoman steal your thy-y-me
Le-et Gnoman steal your thyme




Kchama posted:

That doesn't mean I can't call it out for being stupid, since I feel "The enemy is completely incompetent" is a negative. It hurts the book because it completely undermines any sort of victory because Honor was just lucky that the bad guys were complete losers. Which is a real problem with the books. If a villain shows up who isn't blatantly evil loser, then you can be sure that they'll eventually become a good guy.

Basically, 'X is written intentionally dumb' is a thing you can carry so far. If it's an underpinning of your serious space-battles story then your protagonist is not going to be particularly impressive when they win by easily kicking them over because they were too dumb to not gently caress up a plan.

"We screwed up by using a ship that is much too capable" is extremely mild compared to some of the screwups real operations had.It is an error, but it is a very believable one.


As for the journalists, there's plenty of times that the press is mentioned doing exactly what they are supposed to do, or operating quietly in the background. The tabloid journalism, political attack dogs diguised as journalism, propaganda, and yellow journalism are loud because their existance is majorly plot-relevant, while "the press uses careful judgement in what they publish and accept when we tell them that something's too secret to talk about, in exchange we make sure to brief them intensively and avpid using any of our wartime censorship powers except in direst need" is a one-off lone that doesn't need tp be repeated over and over again.

If anything, the way the news media is depicted rings truer in the era of "fake news" and Fox "discussion panels" than it did when the books were written.

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Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

Gnoman posted:

"We screwed up by using a ship that is much too capable" is extremely mild compared to some of the screwups real operations had.It is an error, but it is a very believable one.


As for the journalists, there's plenty of times that the press is mentioned doing exactly what they are supposed to do, or operating quietly in the background. The tabloid journalism, political attack dogs disguised as journalism, propaganda, and yellow journalism are loud because their existence is majorly plot-relevant, while "the press uses careful judgement in what they publish and accept when we tell them that something's too secret to talk about, in exchange we make sure to brief them intensively and avoid using any of our wartime censorship powers except in direst need" is a one-off lone that doesn't need to be repeated over and over again.

If anything, the way the news media is depicted rings truer in the era of "fake news" and Fox "discussion panels" than it did when the books were written.

It isn't that the ship is much too capable, the problem is that the ship's capabilities are extremely obvious to anyone who pays attention and actively harms the operation. This isn't 'we used a ship that was too good', this is 'we intentionally built a ship that stands out under scrutiny and negatively impacts the operation in a way that flat-out ruined it', since there's no way they just had this thing just sitting around. If this was suppose to be another aspect that was suppose to be caught and scapegoated, it'd actually make sense, but this was suppose to be the aspect that gets away without being detected. So we're just suppose to accept that all the bad guys are incredible morons and also their plan's linchpin is 'the other side is incredibly stupid'.

And this is more akin to sending a barely disguised battleship with only-vaguely-disguised turret mounts.

As for the journalism, I'd like to see an incident of the press doing what it's suppose to, as opposed to being pure propaganda. You say that kind of thing is a one-off, but it needs to be done at all. If it continuous comes up that the media is pure propaganda, then that's kind of sending the message that yep, the media is pure propaganda. Just expecting an aspect of your universe to get across by never mentioning it is why the book has so many issues.

Kchama fucked around with this message at 19:23 on Jan 29, 2020

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007
And it's not to say a Q-Ship couldn't work, but the problem is they went with an overly-large Impeller Node that even people who aren't engineers could tell that there was something suspicious about it after actually looking at it, and not, you know, a properly-sized Impeller Node that they don't need to open up the ship to expose and make clear that it's a Q-Ship.

PupsOfWar
Dec 6, 2013

my understanding of Honorverse tech is that the strength of your sidewalls is proportional to the strength of the rest of your wedge, which depends on how beefy your drive nodes are

meaning that, in order to have military-grade defenses, you need military-grade nodes

since merchantmen without sidewalls are elsewhere shown to be so wimpy that they can be bullied around by cutters and pinnaces, it makes sense to me that you might want to awkwardly cram a military-grade drive into your Q-ship for sidewall purposes as well as speed, even if it increases the risk of detection significantly

I don't think the havenite play here is that bad in and of itself, if you're someone who shares or accepts weber's assumptions about the corruption of the media, the ineptitude of military personnel in backwater stations, etc

Although it would have been smarter for an author to focus more on the ground part of the Havenite op, since colonial and cold war fuckery gives us a lot more subject matter to draw from there

as Gnoman points out, there is no real-world equivalent to these spaceship mechanics, so there's no non-asspull way to extrapolate how you'd do commerce raiding with them

whereas there are plenty of real-world examples on how to arm indigenous rebels for proxy war purposes

Patrat
Feb 14, 2012

I figure the closest equivalent to this would be putting high performance turbine engines in your Q-Ship so that it can move much faster than one might expect a merchant vessel of its size and shape to move at, probably at the cost of fuel efficiency. But in order for this to work properly you also need to have screws with a different design than would be normal for a merchant vessel.

90% of the time nobody is going to notice or care but if somebody really closely peers at the back of your ship then they can figure out something odd is going on.

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

PupsOfWar posted:

my understanding of Honorverse tech is that the strength of your sidewalls is proportional to the strength of the rest of your wedge, which depends on how beefy your drive nodes are

meaning that, in order to have military-grade defenses, you need military-grade nodes

since merchantmen without sidewalls are elsewhere shown to be so wimpy that they can be bullied around by cutters and pinnaces, it makes sense to me that you might want to awkwardly cram a military-grade drive into your Q-ship for sidewall purposes as well as speed, even if it increases the risk of detection significantly

I don't think the havenite play here is that bad in and of itself, if you're someone who shares or accepts weber's assumptions about the corruption of the media, the ineptitude of military personnel in backwater stations, etc

Although it would have been smarter for an author to focus more on the ground part of the Havenite op, since colonial and cold war fuckery gives us a lot more subject matter to draw from there

as Gnoman points out, there is no real-world equivalent to these spaceship mechanics, so there's no non-asspull way to extrapolate how you'd do commerce raiding with them

whereas there are plenty of real-world examples on how to arm indigenous rebels for proxy war purposes


Patrat posted:

I figure the closest equivalent to this would be putting high performance turbine engines in your Q-Ship so that it can move much faster than one might expect a merchant vessel of its size and shape to move at, probably at the cost of fuel efficiency. But in order for this to work properly you also need to have screws with a different design than would be normal for a merchant vessel.

90% of the time nobody is going to notice or care but if somebody really closely peers at the back of your ship then they can figure out something odd is going on.

The closest real-life comparison is probably putting a carrier's nuclear reactor on your merchantship.

Honestly the idea of putting 'military-grade' impeller nodes on the ship is just fine. The problem is that they put over-sized ones that actively couldn't fit on the ship. They point out that the drive is actually sized for a SUPER DREADNOUGHT and not a freighter, which is why they had to gently caress up the ship in a very obvious way to make it fit and also meant the ship couldn't use it without exposing its Q-Shipness.

This is also generally less of a problem because Q-Ships are just designed to use their merchantship-lookingness to get in close and then attack, so not having a very durable disguise or having to shed it to do is absolutely fine.

BUT, this ship was meant to sit around in orbit for months and hope nobody takes looks at the ship at all, because even Honor could tell there was something suspicious with the impellers with even a sneaky glance at the Sirius. It wasn't a commerce raider, it was just a spy ship.

And the Sirius's captain, IIRC, even later questions why they made it into a Q-Ship at all as it's suppose to flee the moment trouble hits and the comically over-sized impeller nodes is why they were caught in the first place.

Honestly I'm not entirely sure what the play is suppose to be here. Like they want to make the international community give up custody of the Medusans due to not being able to handle them, which is fine I guess but it's never really parlayed into how this will result in Haven getting control over Medusa, or what control of Medusa itself will really do. Like I get the idea is that it'd give them an in on attacking Manticore but they... really already have it, and gaining control of the system is just going to convince Manticore to actually beef up the systems, and I'm pretty sure ships can be moved in faster than 'international community' support can be gained.

Never mind that there's no actual guarantee that the 'international community' will give Medusa to HAVEN. After all, Haven has quite a reputation for being conquerors and it's likely someone else with more clout than them will 'graciously' accept taking custody of Medusa, to teach those 'neo-barbarians' a lesson.

It just doesn't seem like there was much point at all to the whole Medusa plot ecept to pad things out, and I guess to fall in line with Horatio Hornblower's story.

Of course, in that story, it was Horatio arming the natives and sending them off to fight someone in a big powerful ship only to find out that the people he sent them to attack, as he had been ordered, are now his country's allies so now he has to save them.

Kchama fucked around with this message at 00:43 on Jan 30, 2020

Gnoman
Feb 12, 2014

Come, all you fair and tender maids
Who flourish in your pri-ime
Beware, take care, keep your garden fair
Let Gnoman steal your thy-y-me
Le-et Gnoman steal your thyme




Kchama posted:

The closest real-life comparison is probably putting a carrier's nuclear reactor on your merchantship.

Honestly the idea of putting 'military-grade' impeller nodes on the ship is just fine. The problem is that they put over-sized ones that actively couldn't fit on the ship. They point out that the drive is actually sized for a SUPER DREADNOUGHT and not a freighter, which is why they had to gently caress up the ship in a very obvious way to make it fit and also meant the ship couldn't use it without exposing its Q-Shipness.

This is also generally less of a problem because Q-Ships are just designed to use their merchantship-lookingness to get in close and then attack, so not having a very durable disguise or having to shed it to do is absolutely fine.

BUT, this ship was meant to sit around in orbit for months and hope nobody takes looks at the ship at all, because even Honor could tell there was something suspicious with the impellers with even a sneaky glance at the Sirius. It wasn't a commerce raider, it was just a spy ship.

And the Sirius's captain, IIRC, even later questions why they made it into a Q-Ship at all as it's suppose to flee the moment trouble hits and the comically over-sized impeller nodes is why they were caught in the first place.

Honestly I'm not entirely sure what the play is suppose to be here. Like they want to make the international community give up custody of the Medusans due to not being able to handle them, which is fine I guess but it's never really parlayed into how this will result in Haven getting control over Medusa, or what control of Medusa itself will really do. Like I get the idea is that it'd give them an in on attacking Manticore but they... really already have it, and gaining control of the system is just going to convince Manticore to actually beef up the systems, and I'm pretty sure ships can be moved in faster than 'international community' support can be gained.

Never mind that there's no actual guarantee that the 'international community' will give Medusa to HAVEN. After all, Haven has quite a reputation for being conquerors and it's likely someone else with more clout than them will 'graciously' accept taking custody of Medusa, to teach those 'neo-barbarians' a lesson.

It just doesn't seem like there was much point at all to the whole Medusa plot ecept to pad things out, and I guess to fall in line with Horatio Hornblower's story.

Of course, in that story, it was Horatio arming the natives and sending them off to fight someone in a big powerful ship only to find out that the people he sent them to attack, as he had been ordered, are now his country's allies so now he has to save them.

If they just send in ships, they've started a war. They're OK with having a war, but want to have all the advantages they can get before they start.

Gaining control of Basilisk will give them a huge advantage, because they can theoretically sneak-attack instantly into the Manticoran home system with twice the forces that the defenses are set up to handle.

So the plan is to manufacture a crisis to justify them moving into the system. When the shooting starts, Sirius and the dispatch boat fly of screaming HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!, and once they jump into hyperspace they just happen to encounter a Havenite battle fleet that just happens to be cruising by in "international waters". The fleet then uses this emergency distress call to justify heading straight to the planet to "restore order".

Meanwhile, the Manticorans in-system are supposed to be caught by surprise and being overwhelmed by everything coming at them too fast. The battle fleet comes in, takes control of the planet, and chases off the light forces in-system.

At this point, things can go three ways:

1. Manticore backs off, and they ask the Solarian League to arbitrate. If the arbitration gives the system to Haven or a third party, Haven gets their attack route.

2. Manticore sends in their own battle fleet and attacks the Havenite one. No matter who wins this engagement, this attack on a "mercy mission" allows Haven to present Manticore as the aggressor, gaining the moral high ground in the coming war.

3. The units in system engage at hopeless odds and are destroyed. WIth the war already started, Haven moves to the terminus and massacres the reinforcements as they come in, beginning the war with a decisive victory.

All three of these are "high reward". Meanwhile, if it fails spectacularly wrong and they lose everything committed,they lose a few million dollars in goods, an auxiliary warship, and a courier boat along with a few hundred lives on-planet. They've got enough cutouts in the plan to make it hard to use it as a casus belli, and most Manticoran factions are trying very hard to avoid the war anyway. This makes the plan "low risk".

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

Gnoman posted:

If they just send in ships, they've started a war. They're OK with having a war, but want to have all the advantages they can get before they start.

Gaining control of Basilisk will give them a huge advantage, because they can theoretically sneak-attack instantly into the Manticoran home system with twice the forces that the defenses are set up to handle.

So the plan is to manufacture a crisis to justify them moving into the system. When the shooting starts, Sirius and the dispatch boat fly of screaming HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!, and once they jump into hyperspace they just happen to encounter a Havenite battle fleet that just happens to be cruising by in "international waters". The fleet then uses this emergency distress call to justify heading straight to the planet to "restore order".

Meanwhile, the Manticorans in-system are supposed to be caught by surprise and being overwhelmed by everything coming at them too fast. The battle fleet comes in, takes control of the planet, and chases off the light forces in-system.

At this point, things can go three ways:

1. Manticore backs off, and they ask the Solarian League to arbitrate. If the arbitration gives the system to Haven or a third party, Haven gets their attack route.

2. Manticore sends in their own battle fleet and attacks the Havenite one. No matter who wins this engagement, this attack on a "mercy mission" allows Haven to present Manticore as the aggressor, gaining the moral high ground in the coming war.

3. The units in system engage at hopeless odds and are destroyed. WIth the war already started, Haven moves to the terminus and massacres the reinforcements as they come in, beginning the war with a decisive victory.

All three of these are "high reward". Meanwhile, if it fails spectacularly wrong and they lose everything committed,they lose a few million dollars in goods, an auxiliary warship, and a courier boat along with a few hundred lives on-planet. They've got enough cutouts in the plan to make it hard to use it as a casus belli, and most Manticoran factions are trying very hard to avoid the war anyway. This makes the plan "low risk".

How does having Basilisk let them double the forces they can sneak attack in? They're still reliant on the wormhole as the easiest path into Manticore, as the other route to Manticore is literally three times further at the least, and the wormhole has specific limits in how many ships can go through at a time. And at most, I'd see Medusa itself given over, because it'd be pretty hard to expect Manticore to give up its borders to someone who has literally been conquering everyone around.

1. If it goes to a third party, then Haven does not get their attack route. It's definitely not more than one than they already have. So there's a strong chance of 'no reward'

2. Losing your battle fleet and making it clear to Manticore (who now has extremely clear evidence that you've been up to poo poo) if not everyone that you plan on a real invasion real soon means that not only have you lost a fleet, but the system is getting heavily reinforced and you've lost your chance. 'Moral advantage' doesn't mean poo poo, especially when you're so transparently planning an invasion. This is extremely high risk for potentially no reward!

3. This is basically the only one with a high reward, and it's also the one that could have also been done with "Sirius relays the best time to attack and they just roll in".

Also, the Sirius being a Q-Ship ruined all of this, because it was found out and was destroyed anyway, Basilisk Station's garrison was heavily beefed up, and everyone involved was killed.

Every inch of the plan failed, and it really wasn't that good of a plan to begin with.

Gnoman
Feb 12, 2014

Come, all you fair and tender maids
Who flourish in your pri-ime
Beware, take care, keep your garden fair
Let Gnoman steal your thy-y-me
Le-et Gnoman steal your thyme




Kchama posted:

How does having Basilisk let them double the forces they can sneak attack in? They're still reliant on the wormhole as the easiest path into Manticore, as the other route to Manticore is literally three times further at the least, and the wormhole has specific limits in how many ships can go through at a time. And at most, I'd see Medusa itself given over, because it'd be pretty hard to expect Manticore to give up its borders to someone who has literally been conquering everyone around.

From Chapter 5:

quote:

A single four-million-ton freighter's transit window was a bare twenty-five seconds, but a two-hundred-million-ton assault wave would shut down its route for over seventeen hours, during which it could neither receive reinforcements nor retreat whence it had come. Which meant, of course, that if an attacker chose to use a large assault wave, he'd better be absolutely certain that wave was nasty enough to win.

But if the attacker controlled more than a single secondary terminus, he could send the same tonnage to the central nexus through each of them without worrying about transit windows, since none would use exactly the same route. Choreographing such an assault would require meticulous planning and synchronization—not an easy matter for fleets hundreds of light-years apart, however good the staff work—yet if it could be pulled off, it would allow an attack in such strength that no conceivable fortifications could stop it.

They have one terminus, which gives them the ability to send X amount of ships at once. If they have a second one, they can send X amount of ships at once in addition to what they can already send, doubling the attack force.

quote:

1. If it goes to a third party, then Haven does not get their attack route. It's definitely not more than one than they already have. So there's a strong chance of 'no reward'

2. Losing your battle fleet and making it clear to Manticore (who now has extremely clear evidence that you've been up to poo poo) if not everyone that you plan on a real invasion real soon means that not only have you lost a fleet, but the system is getting heavily reinforced and you've lost your chance. 'Moral advantage' doesn't mean poo poo, especially when you're so transparently planning an invasion. This is extremely high risk for potentially no reward!

3. This is basically the only one with a high reward, and it's also the one that could have also been done with "Sirius relays the best time to attack and they just roll in".

Also, the Sirius being a Q-Ship ruined all of this, because it was found out and was destroyed anyway, Basilisk Station's garrison was heavily beefed up, and everyone involved was killed.

Every inch of the plan failed, and it really wasn't that good of a plan to begin with.

1. A third party can be bullied, bribed, quietly annexed, or simply rolled over unless they gave it to the Andermani or some other major power. Granting the system independence or giving it to some minor power is the same as giving it to Haven.

2. Haven outnumbers Manticore militarily. Equal losses is a net win, and moral advantage is extremely important, especially when you're going through this whole charade to make it look like you're not transparently planning an invasion. For one thing, the tech embargo pushed later on in the series would be much harder to get if the galaxy as a whole thinks Manticore's wearing the black hats in this fight.

3. Even here, Haven has a chance of looking like they're not the ones starting the fight. That's valuable.

quantumfoam
Dec 25, 2003

Thought the bigger Impeller in OBS was Weber doing another half-assed 6 minutes of research Age of Sail homage. IRL Age of Sail merchant ships would cosplay as warships to hopefully keep pirates/privateers away, sometimes Age of Sail warships would cosplay as merchant ships to draw privateers/pirates in. Different sail rigging styles and too many masts = Military Impeller in Weber-land.



Also, PupsOfWar: Until you produce your Ringo-manifesto or disavow it ever having actually existed, consider yourself soft-banned from posting in this thread.
Let me re-quote yourself for clarity's sake. Feel free to post in here with whatever parachute accounts you have until then though.

PupsOfWar posted:

Aug 16, 2019 19:46

i am still going to produce a large series of posts about the posleen war series, this project just keeps ballooning in scope as i think more about how crazy a lot of it is. im up to like 4k words and a bunch of diagrams by this point

one thing i do appreciate about ringo is that you never really have to question what his sincere beliefs and values are, like you do with some guys

we know ringo's highest aspirations and deepest desires

he's been very open that Paladin of Shadows is his maximally self-indulgent self-insert fic, so we know that the purest and truest Ringo is the Ringo that wrote Paladin of Shadows

which is to say that his deepest desires are a huge fortune, a castle, a harem of teen girls with the servile dispositions of medieval peasants, carte blanche to extrajudicially murder/torture foreigners and liberals, and periodic phone calls from republican officials telling him how cool he is

Anshu
Jan 9, 2019


Kchama posted:

Honestly I'm not entirely sure what the play is suppose to be here. Like they want to make the international community give up custody of the Medusans due to not being able to handle them, which is fine I guess but it's never really parlayed into how this will result in Haven getting control over Medusa, or what control of Medusa itself will really do. Like I get the idea is that it'd give them an in on attacking Manticore but they... really already have it, and gaining control of the system is just going to convince Manticore to actually beef up the systems, and I'm pretty sure ships can be moved in faster than 'international community' support can be gained.

Never mind that there's no actual guarantee that the 'international community' will give Medusa to HAVEN. After all, Haven has quite a reputation for being conquerors and it's likely someone else with more clout than them will 'graciously' accept taking custody of Medusa, to teach those 'neo-barbarians' a lesson.

Haven wants Medusa because control of the planet gives them a territorial claim on the system in general. They also don't have to rely on the "international community" granting them title to Medusa, because under their plan, they would already be in physical possession of the planet, and if possession is nine tenths of the law in civil affairs it must be at least ninety-nine hundredths of the law in international ones.

Furthermore, I think you're greatly overstating the obviousness of the drive modifications to Sirius. IIRC, it took a detailed visual examination to detect, and they had to manufacture an excuse to set up the orbit that gets them close enough to collect that information.

FuturePastNow
May 19, 2014


Gnoman posted:

There's no real-world equivalent to this that I can think of - real merchant cruisers did not have disguised drives, and the only form of drive that you realistically could ID on visual anyway is masts on a sailing ship, which are very hard to disguise.

I think the masts and rigging on sailing ships are the real-world equivalent- because a merchant and a warship might very well look different.

This is a very general oversimplification, but I think the equivalents are a barque-rigged ship to a fully-rigged ship. A barque has a larger number of smaller sails, which requires a smaller crew to handle, and is optimal for long-distance voyages. Fully-rigged ships, with large sails (but fewer of them) were faster but needed a bigger crew, and this was the arrangement used by frigates and ships of the line.

...and that's pretty much exactly how Weber describes the different types of impellers

mllaneza
Apr 28, 2007

Veteran, Bermuda Triangle Expeditionary Force, 1993-1952




DJ Dizzy posted:

Y’all got an unhealthy hardon for this dude and his Mary Sue masturbation fantasy.

For something completely different; where can I find some good battle scenes, both ground and space. I’m trying my hand at writing a space opera novel, and I need to jazz up my action scenes. I figured Mil-SciFi is genre adjacent enough.

All the best MilSF authors crib from real life examples, so read some milhist and get cribbing ! Start with WW2 and branch out. Be diligent about filing the serial numbers off of your sources; mix things up.

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

Gnoman posted:

From Chapter 5:


They have one terminus, which gives them the ability to send X amount of ships at once. If they have a second one, they can send X amount of ships at once in addition to what they can already send, doubling the attack force.


1. A third party can be bullied, bribed, quietly annexed, or simply rolled over unless they gave it to the Andermani or some other major power. Granting the system independence or giving it to some minor power is the same as giving it to Haven.

2. Haven outnumbers Manticore militarily. Equal losses is a net win, and moral advantage is extremely important, especially when you're going through this whole charade to make it look like you're not transparently planning an invasion. For one thing, the tech embargo pushed later on in the series would be much harder to get if the galaxy as a whole thinks Manticore's wearing the black hats in this fight.

3. Even here, Haven has a chance of looking like they're not the ones starting the fight. That's valuable.

Yeah I forgot about Trevor's Star being in Haven's hands already, so you're one hundred percent correct that they'd have that terminus at least to send stuff through. It's just been long enough that I thought they got it in HH3, where it gets mentioned a lot more.

But, with only two terminus possible terminus, that doesn't make sneak attacks THAT effective since there's only two places you can show up, and you wouldn't be able to get reinforcements from that terminus. You'd have to hope the other terminus wasn't super well-garded. Also, thanks for confirming my rememberance that it's a cooldown, not an up-front problem.

1. Basically that's why I said it's as good as gone for Haven, as if the interstellar community had to get it, someone like the Andermani or Solarians would take it since they have the clout to and especially the Solarians aren't one to turn their nose up at bringing more people into the Solarian League to one day pay them money.

2. I looked it David Weber's answer because On Basilisk Station don't put down anything hard beyond "We think Haven has more ships", but you are correct in terms of Haven outnumbering Manticore militarily. But like, they transparently are. That's why I was scoffing at the idea that there was moral advantage to care about. The idea of them having a battlefleet just 'innocently' cruising way outside of their territory (because it's not THAT close to Basilisk from Haven space. Closer than to Manticore, sure, but the wormhole will give them trouble there).

3. It's not a very good chance since 'oh we just happened to have this large invasion fleet sitting close enough to Basilisk to beat Manticore here and we've left a lot of evidence that we were up to something' kind of ruined that. Plan wasn't great and it was executed abysmally. Though, thanks for at least telling me there was a plan, as that whole idea is better than the impression I got from it.


Anshu posted:

Haven wants Medusa because control of the planet gives them a territorial claim on the system in general. They also don't have to rely on the "international community" granting them title to Medusa, because under their plan, they would already be in physical possession of the planet, and if possession is nine tenths of the law in civil affairs it must be at least ninety-nine hundredths of the law in international ones.

Furthermore, I think you're greatly overstating the obviousness of the drive modifications to Sirius. IIRC, it took a detailed visual examination to detect, and they had to manufacture an excuse to set up the orbit that gets them close enough to collect that information.


Anshu posted:

Haven wants Medusa because control of the planet gives them a territorial claim on the system in general. They also don't have to rely on the "international community" granting them title to Medusa, because under their plan, they would already be in physical possession of the planet, and if possession is nine tenths of the law in civil affairs it must be at least ninety-nine hundredths of the law in international ones.

Furthermore, I think you're greatly overstating the obviousness of the drive modifications to Sirius. IIRC, it took a detailed visual examination to detect, and they had to manufacture an excuse to set up the orbit that gets them close enough to collect that information.

It was basically a sneaky-glance stolen at the Sirius, and they only had to engineer an excuse to look at the Sirius at all because everyone was too incompetent at their job to have inspected the freighter that had been sitting there for months.

FuturePastNow posted:

I think the masts and rigging on sailing ships are the real-world equivalent- because a merchant and a warship might very well look different.

This is a very general oversimplification, but I think the equivalents are a barque-rigged ship to a fully-rigged ship. A barque has a larger number of smaller sails, which requires a smaller crew to handle, and is optimal for long-distance voyages. Fully-rigged ships, with large sails (but fewer of them) were faster but needed a bigger crew, and this was the arrangement used by frigates and ships of the line.

...and that's pretty much exactly how Weber describes the different types of impellers

Yeah I think you're probably correct.

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007
On Basilisk Station Chapter 27

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Lieutenant Frances Malcolm, Medusan Native Protection Agency, stretched and yawned in her bucket seat. The skimmer swept onward above the rugged foothills, humming across the endless kilometers of moss on the quiet whisper of its turbines, and something thumped behind her. She turned in her chair and looked back just as Corporal Truman, the skimmer's gunner, dropped down out of his dorsal turret.

"Sorry, Franny." Malcolm hid a reflexive wince. Like Barney Isvarian, she was an ex-Marine, but the NPA wasn't real big on punctilious formality, and Truman was a career cop who'd transferred in from the San Giorgio City Police on Manticore. She'd given up on trying to turn him into anything resembling a soldier. There was no point in it. For that matter, she told herself firmly, there was probably no reason. The NPA wasn't the Corps, but while its members might seem casual to an outsider, they kept their heads when someone dropped them in the pot.

I'm pretty sure cops like formality and ranks as much as soldiers do. Maybe why he got dumped on the NPA. Anyways, they're out looking for where the dead nomad came from, and they come across something.


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"What's that?" Sergeant Hayabashi's voice broke into her thoughts, and Malcolm raised her head. The sergeant was frowning down at his own instrumentation, and Malcolm felt her lips purse as she saw the bright blip shining from Hayabashi's screen.

"It's a power source," she said unnecessarily. "Could be an aircar's electrical system, or it might be a small generator."

"Well whichever it is, it shouldn't be here, should it?" Hayabashi asked, and Malcolm shook her head.

"Nope. But let's not jump to any conclusions, Sergeant," she said in her most judicious voice. "We're supposed to be looking for hopped-up natives. This could be someone grounded with a mechanical failure."

"Yeah, and I could be my own maiden aunt, Ma'am," Hayabashi replied, and Malcolm grinned at the sergeant's sour tone. "Anyway, it—"

The sergeant broke off as the blip vanished. He tapped keys, then frowned at the lieutenant. "Something cut off the scan, Ma'am," he reported.

They go out and check to see what cut off the scan, and suddenly a bunch of natives appear out of nowhere and begin shooting the aircar, which apparently isn't rated for .650 caliber rounds, which Weber erroneously describes as 18mm. It's 16.5mm. Also, beyond Weber's fetish, I'm not sure why Haven gave them the Ferguson rifle if they wanted them to be effective, because Ferguson rifles are noted for actually being very fragile and would just plain break constantly.

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The skimmer wasn't armored. Its composites were tough and elastic, but they weren't armor, and more bullets punched through its thin skin. She heard Truman cursing in a high, incredulous falsetto, but his pulser turret was already in action, each barrel spitting fifteen-millimeter explosive darts cased in ceramic frag jackets at a cyclical rate of over a thousand rounds per minute. His fire cut across the ground like a lash of flame, shredding moss and Medusan with equal abandon, yet he could fire in only one direction at a time, and still more armed natives were erupting out of other holes in the ground.

The turbines shrieked as the pilot gave them full throttle, but he was too late. Sergeant Hayabashi jerked in his chair with a hoarse, wracking grunt of explosive agony as a massive slug ripped vertically through his body. It emerged between his shoulders, spraying blood and tissue across the cabin roof, and the sergeant toppled wearily forward over his displays. Malcolm smelled blood and the stench of ruptured organs, and then ragged holes punched themselves through the starboard turbine casing and the engine began to stream the bright, hot flame of burning hydrogen.

None of it was real. Shock and horror yammered at the core of her brain, but her hands moved with a life of their own. Her fingers didn't even tremble, and her voice was very calm as she pressed her boom mike closer to her lips.

"NPA Center, this is Sierra-One-One. My position three-zero-zero kilometers north Three Forks River." The damaged turbine exploded, wrapping one whole side of the fuselage in flame until the frantic pilot cut the hydrogen feed, and Malcolm felt the skimmer start to vibrate with a strange, wild harmonic as the incredible hail of crude bullets battered its grav-coils. "I am under fire by armed natives. We have taken casualties. We are going down." Truman shrieked and fell out of his turret, clutching at a blood-spouting belly wound, and the heavy pulsers fell silent.

"Ditching stations!" the pilot screamed, but he went on fighting his dying controls. Every second he kept his plunging craft aloft put a tiny bit more distance between him and the Medusans trying to kill him.

"Repeat, Sierra-One-One is going down, NPA Control," Malcolm said in that same flat, unnaturally calm voice. "Require assistance. Repeat, require assistance!"

She jerked off the com headset and lunged across the shrieking, writhing Truman for the dorsal turret. She dragged herself up into it, fighting the dying skimmer's shuddering heaves as she slammed her shoulders into the shock frame harness Truman should have donned. The straps dropped and locked, her hands found the firing grips, and she poured a tornado of fire into the howling mob of Medusans charging towards the only smooth place the pilot could hope to set them down.

They hit with a bone-breaking shock, and Malcolm clung to her weapons, grunting in anguish as the harness straps bit into her. She heard someone else scream, but the pilot had known what he was doing. The skimmer porpoised across the ground in a bow wave of shredded moss, shedding bits and pieces through a billowing cloud of dust, yet they were down and intact.

And thousands of screaming Medusan nomads were charging straight after them.

Malcolm heard sobs and moans and bubbling screams from her wounded and dying crew, but she also heard firing ports slamming open and the high, shrill whine of the first pulse rifle. She'd struck her head on something during that wild, careening slide, despite the shock frame, and flowing blood blinded her left eye, but her right was clear. The power light still blazed on the turret's twin weapons, and the training gear hummed smoothly when she hit the pedal.

She traversed her fire, sweeping it back and forth across that incredible tidal wave of bodies. She killed them in scores, in hundreds, and still they came. The turret starred as more bullets slammed into the skimmer. Some of them came from behind her, and flying plastic chips cut her face, spalled from the thick canopy's inner surface, but Malcolm clung to the grips, pouring her fire into the shrieking mob.

She was still firing when clubs and rifle butts smashed the turret and dozens of Medusan hands dragged her out of it.

The knives were waiting.

This is actually the most action this book has gotten so far. I have to have some skepticism that the Ferguson rifles could have shot down the air car like this, because frankly, even if it wasn't armored the actual materials it's made of would probably handle the relatively poor penetration of a Ferguson rifle a bit better than that. Otherwise, seems like a real mistake to have sent such a lovely aircar out. It kind of feels like he had the Mogadashu raid in mind here.

Stromboli calls Honor to tell her about the NPA skimmer getting shot down

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"Ma'am, I thought you should know—we copied some message traffic from an NPA skimmer about fifteen minutes ago. They said they were under fire from Stilties and going down. Then they went off the air. Air Control is still trying to raise them, but we're not getting anything back."

"Was it Major Isvarian's patrol?" Honor's voice was suddenly sharper, despite her self-control.

"Yes, Ma'am, I believe it was. And—" Stromboli broke off and looked away for a few seconds as someone said something from off-screen, then he turned back to Honor. "Ma'am, I don't know if it's connected—I don't see how it could be—but that Havenite freighter, the Sirius, just started to move out of orbit, and she sure didn't clear it with us."

Stromboli looked more puzzled than concerned by his latest datum as he gazed into his own com screen at his captain, but Honor felt her skin twitch. The same humming certainty that filled her as she grappled with a complex tactical maneuver filled her now as all the pieces snapped instantly and intuitively into place. It couldn't be. The whole idea was preposterous! Yet it was also the only answer that even began to fit the known data.

Stromboli flinched back from his com as her eyes hardened in sudden understanding. She noted his reaction and made herself smile at him.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. You did well. I'll take it from here."

Honor sounds the alarm, and

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"Bring the drive up—now, Lieutenant!" she snapped.

"Aye, aye, Ma'am!" Panowski actually saluted his pickup, then licked his lips. "What are we doing, Captain?" he blurted, and she chopped her hand at him.

"I'll explain later. Have communications raise Dame Estelle. I'll speak to her when I reach the bridge. Now move on that drive, Lieutenant!"

She cut the circuit and whirled to her own locker. She jerked it open and yanked out her vac suit and shed her kimono in one flowing movement, then sat on the edge of the bed and shoved her feet into the suit. The Navy's skin suits were little more cumbersome than pre-space scuba suits, unlike the hard suits of meteor miners and construction workers, and Honor was glad of it as she made the plumbing connections with painful haste and hauled the suit up over skin still wet from the shower. She thrust her arms into the sleeves, then sealed it and grabbed her helmet and gauntlets from the locker even as her eyes checked the suit telltales and found them all green.
You know you could just describe what the skin suits look like. This is suppose to be scifi. Stop describing every thing in terms like "It was like a pre-space X". That's terrible writing! Give us an idea about them!

Also Weber really doesn't know how a kimono works since you're not shedding them in one flowing motion, no matter how cool you are.

Nimitz flees into his Safe Room box, which is a good thing to have. I'd have one for my cat.

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The courier boat and Sirius begin taking off.

"Status?"

"All stations manned, Captain," the exec said crisply. "Impeller wedge coming up—we should have movement capability in another ten minutes. Sirius has been underway for six-point-eight minutes . . . at four hundred and ten gees."

He paused, and Honor's jaw clenched. That was low for most warships, but impossibly fast for a freighter, and it confirmed Santos's deduction. Only military impellers could have produced that kind of acceleration for a ship Sirius's size . . . and only a military grade inertial compensator could allow her crew to survive it.

I don't get the '...' like the line after that is really important at all. Of course it has an inertial compensator that would allow the Sirius to survive that kind of acceleration! Also, how has the Sirius been getting around the system in the first place without exposing its impeller?

Honor sends in the marines, and Estelle has a message from The Bad Guys.

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"The courier boat?" Her voice was sharp, and McKeon frowned.

"She started powering her wedge just after we did, Ma'am."

"Understood." Honor looked over her shoulder. "Do we have a link to the Resident Commissioner, Mr. Webster?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Put it on my screen." Honor looked back down just as a pale-faced Dame Estelle appeared. The commissioner opened her mouth, but Honor raised a hand and spoke first. "Excuse me, Dame Estelle, but time is short. I think I know what's going on now. Have you heard anything more from your patrol?" Matsuko shook her head mutely, and Honor's face went more masklike still.

"Very well. I am dropping my Marines now." She shot a sideways glance at McKeon, and he nodded and hit an intercom key to give the order. "Aside from that, there's very little we can do for you, I'm afraid. And unless I miss my guess, we're going to have problems of our own soon enough."

"I understand," Dame Estelle broke in, "but there's something you should know before you do anything else, Captain." Honor cocked her head and gestured for the commissioner to continue. "We picked up a transmission from the general area where our patrol went down just after we lost contact with Lieutenant Malcolm," Matsuko said quickly. "It was scrambled but not encrypted, and we just broke the scramble. The transmitter didn't identify himself, and he used a code name for his recipient, but we detected a transmission to the freighter from the Haven Consulate immediately afterward, so I think we know who it was intended for."

"What did it say?" Honor demanded. Dame Estelle didn't answer in words; she simply played the message off, and Honor's eyes went cold and flat as a male voice gasped over her com.

"Odysseus! It's Odysseus now, drat it! The frigging Shaman's lost his goddamned mind! They're boiling up out of the caves, and I can't hold them! The hopped-up bastards are kicking off right loving now!"

A surflike roar of Medusan voices and the whiplash cracks of countless rifles echoed behind the words, and then the sounds cut off as Dame Estelle stopped the playback.

Gosh, who could have ever seen that your genius plan involving getting the natives drugged out of their minds would have made them hard to control? Well, I guess it's not this guy's fault. Just his higher-ups. I dub this guy Horatio Hornblower.

Honor wants to know if the Marines are away.

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"Yes, Ma'am. And Commander Suchon. Lieutenant Montoya came aboard an hour ago."

She did look up at that, and her stony face flared with a brief but real smile as she saw the amusement in McKeon's eyes. Then the smile faded, and she bent back to her maneuvering display.

Haw haw Suchon's in danger.

Anyways they almost literally run over the courier boat, and does that thing where a hero acts like a complete rear end in a top hat and it's suppose to be cool.

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Her screen lit with the image of a very young officer in the green and gray of the People's Navy. He wore a lieutenant's insignia, and his face was a curious, mottled blend of furious red and terrified white.

"Captain Harrington, I protest your reckless, illegal shiphandling!" the youngster shouted. "You almost destroyed my ship! Our entire after—"

"I'm very sorry, Captain," Honor interrupted in her most soothing tone. "I'm afraid I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Weren't watching wh—?!" The Havenite lieutenant strangled his exclamation and gritted his teeth. "I demand you heave to and assist my command in dealing with the damage you've inflicted!" he snarled instead.

"I regret that that's impossible, Captain," Honor said.

"Under the interstellar convention of—" the lieutenant began again, but she cut him off with a pleasant smile.

"I realize I'm technically in the wrong about this, Captain," she said in that same, soothing tone, "but I'm sure Her Majesty's Resident Commissioner will be able to provide any assistance you require. In the meantime, we're a little too busy to stop. Good-bye, Captain."

She switched off the com, killing the lieutenant's protest in mid splutter, and leaned back in her chair.

"My, that was a little sloppy of me, wasn't it?" she murmured.

Her crew gawked at her for just a second, and then a chorus of relieved laughter ran around the bridge. She smiled, but when she looked up at McKeon, his face was grim, and there was no humor in his eyes.

It's never cool.

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"You stopped the courier, Skipper," he said quietly, under cover of the others' laughter, "but what about the freighter?"

"I'll stop her, too," Honor said. "Any way I have to."

"But why, Ma'am? You said you understood what's going on, but I'll be damned if I do!"

"Sirius's departure was the last piece I needed." Honor spoke so softly he had to lean forward to hear her. "I know where she's going, you see."

"What?!" McKeon started, then grabbed for his self-control and looked around the bridge. A dozen pairs of eyes were locked on him and his captain, but they whipped back to their own instruments under the impact of his fiery gray glare. Then he returned his own questioning gaze to Honor.

"Somewhere out here, Alistair, probably within only a few hours' hyper flight, there's a Havenite battle squadron. Maybe even a full task force. Sirius is headed for a rendezvous with them."

McKeon's face went white, and his eyes widened.

"It's the only answer that makes sense," she said. "The drugs and guns on the planet were intended to produce a native attack on the enclaves. It was supposed to come as a complete surprise and produce a bloodbath as the Medusans slaughtered off-worlders right and left—including, as you yourself pointed out, their own merchant factors in those northern trade enclaves. In fact," she spoke more slowly, lips tightening and eyes hardening in sudden surmise, "I'll lay odds Sirius is officially assigned to one of those enclaves by the Havenite government." She nodded to herself. "That would make this just about perfect, wouldn't it?"

"How, Ma'am?" McKeon was out of his depth, and he knew it.

"They're trying a coup de main to seize the planet," Honor said flatly. "Sirius's master is 'fleeing in panic' from the native insurrection. In the course of his flight, he'll 'just happen' to encounter a Peep squadron or task force in the area on 'routine maneuvers.' Naturally, he'll spill out his story to the Havenite commander, who, horrified and overcome with a sense of urgency and the need to save off-worlder lives, will immediately proceed to Medusa with his entire force to put down the native uprising." She stared into McKeon's eyes and saw the dawning understanding.

"And once he's done that," she finished very softly, "he'll proclaim Haven's possession of the entire system on the grounds that Manticore has demonstrated its total inability to maintain order and public safety on the planet's surface."

"That's insane," McKeon whispered, but his tone was that of a man trying to convince himself, not truly a protest. "They know we'd never stand for it!"

"Do they?"

"They must! And the entire Home Fleet's only a single wormhole transit away, Skipper!"

"They may believe they can get away with it." Honor's voice was cool and dispassionate; her thoughts were neither. "There's always been a certain anti-annexation movement in Parliament. Maybe they think enough bloodshed on Medusa, coupled with their presence here, will finally give that movement the strength to succeed."

"Not in a million years," McKeon growled.

"Probably not, no. But they're looking in from the outside. They may not realize how little chance of it there is, and maybe they figure they can pull it off however Parliament's xenophobes react. If this had worked the way they planned—assuming I'm right about their intentions—we'd have had no prior reason to suspect their involvement. Under the circumstances, any ship on the picket here probably would have been too busy reacting to the dirt-side situation from a cold start to worry about Sirius's departure. We might not even have noticed it, in which case she'd have slipped away to alert their task force, or whatever, and bring it back in without anyone on our side even suspecting they were coming until they actually arrived. If that had happened, their forces would have been in Basilisk before Home Fleet could even start to react."
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So their actual plan had no chance of succeeding, and also the plan failed because Haven blundered the execution pretty much every step of the way.

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She paused and began punching numbers into her maneuvering systems with an unaccustomed speed and accuracy that amazed McKeon. The results flashed on her screen, and she pointed at them.

"Look. If they pop out of hyper right at the hyper limit on a reciprocal of Sirius's present course, they'll be barely twelve light-minutes out from Medusa. If they translate downward at the maximum safe velocity, they can be into planetary orbit in under three and a half hours, even at superdreadnought acceleration rates. They'll also be just over eleven-point-three light-hours from the terminus, so they can reach it in twenty-eight hours and forty-five minutes. If we didn't know they were coming until they dropped out of hyper, they'd have plenty of time to be set up right on the terminus when Home Fleet tried to make transit through it."

She's awful with hyper math, except when it matters.

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McKeon paled. "That would be an act of war," he protested.

"So is that." Honor jabbed a thumb in the general direction of Medusa. "But what's happening dirt-side would only be an act of war if we knew who'd done it, and they've done their level best to convince us it was Manticoran criminals who supplied the guns and drugs. By the same token, their interdiction of the terminus would only turn into an act of war if we tried to transit and they fired on us. If I'm right about their plan, they can't have their entire fleet waiting around out here. For that matter, if they did have their entire fleet out here and they were really ready to fight, they wouldn't need any pretexts. They'd just come crashing in and sit on the terminus, and that would be that. But if they've only got a battle squadron or two, then, yes, we could kick them out of the system even if they were waiting for us. Our losses would be brutal, but theirs would be virtually one hundred percent, and they have to know that."

"Then what in God's name do they think they're doing?"

"I think they're running a bluff," Honor said quietly. "They hope we won't push it and risk engaging them if they're in a position to hurt us badly enough—that we'll stop to negotiate and discover public opinion back home won't stand for heavy casualties to take back a system the anti-annexationists don't want anyway. But if it is a bluff, that's another reason to use a relatively small force. They can always disavow the actions of their commander on the spot, claim he was carried away by understandable concern for off-worlders in the wake of the Medusa Massacre but that he exceeded his authority. That leaves them a way to back out and save face, especially if no one knows they caused the massacres. But think about it, Alistair. Events on Medusa are really just a side show. A pretext. They're not after the planet; they're after control of a second Junction terminus. Even if there's only one chance in fifty that they could pull it off, wouldn't the potential prize be worth the risk from their viewpoint?"

So actually losing an equal battleforce would in fact basically end the war right here because of public opinion back home, and they're just hoping Manticore would accept their bluff. So the risk for actually fighting was an actual potential loss, and the hope was, at all, that they could disavow the scapegoats they sent in - except in this case their own agents made it clear that the Haven government was part of it, and so the plan basically has no chance of succeeding as it is.

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"Yes." There was no more doubt in McKeon's voice, and his nod was grim.

"But I may be wrong about the size of their force or how willing they'll be to fight," Honor said. "After all, their fleet's bigger than ours. They can stand the loss of a couple of battle squadrons as the opening round in a war, especially if they can inflict a favorable rate of exchange in return. And it's going to be a horse race to get anything here from Manticore in time to stop them, even with our Code Zulu. Our message will take thirteen and a half hours to reach Fleet HQ, but Sirius can be into hyper in two hours and fifty minutes—call it three. Let's say they reach their rendezvous three hours after that. Assuming a Fleet acceleration of four-twenty gees, that means their units could be back here in as little as twelve hours and on the warp point in forty-one, which leaves HQ just twenty-seven and a half hours from receipt of our Code Zulu to cover the terminus. Assuming Admiral Webster reacts instantly and dispatches Home Fleet from Manticore orbit with no delay at all, that'll take them—" She punched more numbers into her maneuvering plot, but McKeon was already ahead of her.

"Call it thirty-four hours for superdreadnoughts, or thirty-point-five if they don't send anything heavier than a battlecruiser," he muttered, jaws clenched, and Honor nodded.

"So if they are prepared to fight, they'd have over three hours to deploy energy mines on the terminus and take up the most advantageous positions before Home Fleet can possibly arrive. Which means the only way to be sure we don't wind up with a major fleet engagement is to stop Sirius from reaching her rendezvous."

"How do you plan to stop her, Ma'am?"

So if Haven has everything planned out absolutely perfectly, then they have roughly three hours to set up defenses on the terminus and at that point they really might as well have just done this in the first place, as Manticore's alerted now.


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"We're still in Manticoran space, and what's happening on Medusa certainly constitutes an 'emergency situation.' Under the circumstances, I have the authority to order any ship to heave to for examination."

"You know Haven doesn't accept that interpretation of interstellar law, Ma'am." McKeon's voice was low, and Honor nodded. For centuries, Haven had championed the legal claim that the right of examination meant no more than the right to interrogate a ship by signal unless it intended to touch or had, since its last inspection, in fact touched the territory of the star system in which the examination was demanded. Since turning expansionist, the Republic had changed its position (within its own sphere) to the one most of the rest of the galaxy accepted: that the right of examination meant the right to physically stop and search a suspect ship within the examiner's territorial space regardless of its past or intended movements. But Haven had not accepted that interpretation in other star nations' territory. In time, they would have no choice but to do so, since the double standard they claimed was so irritating to the rest of the galaxy (including the Solarian League, which had all sorts of ways to retaliate short of war), but they hadn't yet, and that meant Sirius's master might very well assert Haven's old, traditional interpretation and refuse to stop when called upon to do so.

I believe this, but I also believe everyone does the same thing, and not just Haven.

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"If he won't stop willingly, then I'll stop him by force," she said. McKeon looked at her in silence, and she returned his gaze levelly. "If Haven can disavow the actions of an admiral or vice admiral, Her Majesty can disavow those of a commander," she pointed out in that same quiet voice.

McKeon stood looking at her a moment longer, then nodded. She didn't have to mention the next logical step in the process, for he knew it as well as she did. A flag officer could survive being officially disavowed; a commander could not. If Honor fired into Sirius and provoked an interstellar incident which left Queen Elizabeth no choice but to disavow her actions, then Honor's career was over.

He started to say so, but a tiny shake of her head stopped him. He turned away and walked towards the tactical station, then stopped. He stood for a second, and then he retraced his steps to the command chair.

"Captain Harrington," he said very formally, "I concur completely in your conclusions. I'd like to log my agreement with you, if I may."

Honor looked up at him, stunned by his offer, and her brown eyes softened. He could hardly believe what he'd just said himself, for by logging his agreement he would log his official support for any actions she took in response to her conclusions. He would share her responsibility for them—and any disgrace that came of them. But that seemed strangely unimportant as he looked into her eyes, because for the first time since she'd come aboard Fearless, Alistair McKeon saw total, unqualified approval of himself in those dark depths.

But then she shook her head gently.

"No, Mr. McKeon. Fearless is my responsibility—and so are my actions. But thank you. Thank you very much for the offer."

She held out her hand, and he took it.

Next time: The actual space battle of the space battles book.

Kchama fucked around with this message at 21:05 on Jan 30, 2020

Gnoman
Feb 12, 2014

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You have a broken quote tag at your last intermediate break.

Most of your criticisms here are valid - the plan is flawed, and it is pointed out as flawed in-universe. The only debate is whether it is a realistic error, and a comparison to history makes it seem plausible.

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

Gnoman posted:

You have a broken quote tag at your last intermediate break.

Most of your criticisms here are valid - the plan is flawed, and it is pointed out as flawed in-universe. The only debate is whether it is a realistic error, and a comparison to history makes it seem plausible.

Blargh I thought I fixed all of those. I did them while being very tired. Thanks for letting me know.

And as for whether it's realistic or not, I won't say it's implausible, I just don't like them being incompetent as their introduction. That's why I was calling it terrible writing. Having your main villains be introduced by having a dumb over-complicated plan that blows up in their face really kind of defangs them, you know?

EDIT: There, fixed.

Kchama fucked around with this message at 21:06 on Jan 30, 2020

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007
You know what saps my will with this book more than anything? Any and all scenes concerning Suchon. I'm skipping the next chapter because honestly I despise it.

Like, you know how I went 'Haw haw Suchon's in danger?' in my comments two chapters ago? The chapter has a big part about how they're forcing the surgeon to play the role of medic BECAUSE it puts her in danger, and forcing her to the front lines at literally gunpoint. It sucks and I hate it so bad I'm skipping the chapter.

Kchama fucked around with this message at 00:02 on Jan 31, 2020

quantumfoam
Dec 25, 2003

FuturePastNow posted:

I think the masts and rigging on sailing ships are the real-world equivalent- because a merchant and a warship might very well look different.

This is a very general oversimplification, but I think the equivalents are a barque-rigged ship to a fully-rigged ship. A barque has a larger number of smaller sails, which requires a smaller crew to handle, and is optimal for long-distance voyages. Fully-rigged ships, with large sails (but fewer of them) were faster but needed a bigger crew, and this was the arrangement used by frigates and ships of the line.

...and that's pretty much exactly how Weber describes the different types of impellers

This is what I was trying to say about "more masts + different sail riggings = Military Impeller in Weber-land". Thank you FuturePastNow for the help.


And for fans of Kchama's "Let's Read David Weber's Honor Harrington series" attempt, On Basilisk Station is the most "grounded" of all of the Honorverse books, at least the ones written dictated by Weber. Exponential leaps in Honor Harrington worship will happen every other book in the series, the universe will bend itself around to make everything Honor Harrington does justified and correct. AKA Nothing improves in the sequels.

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

quantumfoam posted:

This is what I was trying to say about "more masts + different sail riggings = Military Impeller in Weber-land". Thank you FuturePastNow for the help.


And for fans of Kchama's "Let's Read David Weber's Honor Harrington series" attempt, On Basilisk Station is the most "grounded" of all of the Honorverse books, at least the ones written dictated by Weber. Exponential leaps in Honor Harrington worship will happen every other book in the series, the universe will bend itself around to make everything Honor Harrington does justified and correct. AKA Nothing improves in the sequels.

Pretty sure I don't have fans.

But otherwise this is correct. The next book is a huge uptick in it.

TheGreatEvilKing
Mar 28, 2016





Ugh, I will get Safehold...4 up this weekend?

I feel like there's honestly not much to say about it that I haven't already said.

C.M. Kruger
Oct 28, 2013
I read through the rest of the Poor Man's Fight series by Elliott Kay, hits most of the usual plot/character points for this stuff (eg the obligatory boot camp sequence, the badass senior NCO who refuses promotions, officers instantly getting hit when a fight starts, etc) but I thought it was good enough. Generic but entertaining action series that goes at a good clip.

(or at a minimum far better than I expected from a self-published author who's other work is some UF "my girlfriend is a succubus and my other girlfriend is a angel" series.)

War crimes content: the protagonist kills a lot of people, gets PTSD, and gets called a war criminal by corporate propaganda. The "hard men" in his planet's government end up getting arrested/impeached for some of their actions.

As a bonus, the anti-corporate tone of the books provided some additional amusement:






The first book also had a few 1 star reviews on Amazon complaining about the amount of blasphemy and swearing including:

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He also takes Christ's name in vain on another planet. Stupid!

mllaneza posted:

All the best MilSF authors crib from real life examples, so read some milhist and get cribbing ! Start with WW2 and branch out. Be diligent about filing the serial numbers off of your sources; mix things up.

IIRC in one of the RCN books there's a afterwards where David Drake basically goes (paraphrasing) "I borrow from folk tales for my fantasy stories, and I borrow from history for my science fiction, because often the most interesting stories already happened."

C.M. Kruger fucked around with this message at 10:32 on Jan 31, 2020

Deptfordx
Dec 23, 2013

The Short Victorious War (HH book 3) has a 12 page infodump at the end with the basics of how the universe works.

Plus a list of starting Manticore and Haven naval strength.

Manticore has 309 Dreadnoughts and Super Dreadnoughts.

Haven has 460.

In addition Haven have almost 400 Battleships, which are an older class, significantly smaller and less capable than Dreadnoughts but are still considered capital units that you could use in a wall of battle if you were desperate.

Think pre-dreadnoughs still in service in WW1. Manticore have scrapped theirs.

Anshu
Jan 9, 2019


C.M. Kruger posted:


(or at a minimum far better than I expected from a self-published author who's other work is some UF "my girlfriend is a succubus and my other girlfriend is a angel" series.)

You might be pleasantly surprised by the quality of that one, too. It also garners a lot of hate because Kay "ruined the harem fantasy" by portraying an honest and loving open relationship where the succubus has sex with men other than the protagonist, and he doesn't care.

TheGreatEvilKing
Mar 28, 2016





Safehold Chapter Three

I know, it's been a while since I've done these. Remember our not-naval officer from the prologue, Nimue Alban? With the expensive toy robot her rich parents bought her?

We do a cinematic cut to

Weber posted:

The Mountains of Light
The Temple Lands

She's back!

Weber posted:

Nimue Alban leaned back in the comfortable chair and frowned.

There was really no actual need for her to use the chair, just as there was no need - aside from purely "cosmetic" considerations - for her to breathe, but as she'd discovered the very first time she'd used a PICA, habits transcended such minor matters as simple physical fatigue. Although, she reflected with a wry smile, breathing the preservative nitrogen atmosphere with which Pei Kau-yung hand filled the depot wouldn't have done a flesh-and-blood human much good.

Uuuuuugh. These sentence clunkers are part of the reason I've been unenthused about doing these.

Anyway, Nimue has spent the last three days "studying the data files Pei Kau-yung had left for her the hard way, because Elias Proctor's modifications to her software had inadvertently disabled her high-speed data interface." Ok, sure, fine, whatever, keep meandering about the software problem in the fictitious robot. Weber bluntly hammers us that this is partially because Nimue chooses to be human despite being put in a robot. We get introduced to OWL as Nimue asks it to bring a "ground-based surveillance" system online.

Care about my worldbuilding posted:

Nimue shook her head. Owl - the name she'd assigned to the Ordoñes-Westinghouse-Lyton RAPIER tactical computer Pei Kau-yung had managed to "lose" for her-wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the cybernetic box. The AI was highly competent in its own areas of expertise, but tactical computers had deliberately suppressed volitional levels and required higher levels of direct human command input. Owl wasn't precisely brimming with imagination or the ability-or desire-to anticipate questions or instructions. In theory, Owl's programming was heuristic, and something more closely resembling a personality ought to emerge eventually. On the other hand, Nime had worked with a lot of RAPIERS, and none of them had ever impressed her as geniuses.


Ok, so Nimue is a robo-racist. Joking aside, this is something that could easily be shown rather than told. Nimue constantly expressing frustration and repeating things to OWL would have gotten the point across as easily as making up brand names and acronyms for fictitious technologies that will literally never come up again because the Ordoñes-Westinghouse-Lyton company got blown up by space aliens.

The fact that Weber actually does this in the next few paragraphs makes me question if the editors assigned to Weber just kind of rubber stamp the traditional Weber brick and take their paychecks to spend on things that are good.

We get a bunch of dialogue about clearing the ice off some sensor array that is connected to Nimue's hideout by landline.

More wasted words posted:

"All right," Nimue nodded. "In that case, I want you to bring it up, passive systems only, and initiate a complete standard sky sweep for orbital infrastructure. And give me an estimate for time required to complete the sweep."

"Activating systems now, Lieutenant Commander. Time required to clear the array's receptors of ice and snow will be approximately thirty-one standard hours. TIme required for a passive sweep after clearing receptors will be approximately forty-three standard hours, assuming favorable weather conditions. However, optical systems' efficiency may be degraded by unfavorable weather."

Isn't this riveting? This is quite literally just modern tech support, but with no tension, humor, or anything that would make at all invested in this scene. We know what the world outside looks like and we know that no Gbaba battleships bombed our suspiciously European nobles.

There's a patented David Weber infodump about how her facility is hidden under the mountain and runs on geothermal power and blah blah blah, and you know what? I'm cutting it. It tells us nothing about what Nimue is actually trying to do or anything about her character. She has a pile of supersonic stealth spy drones and a library and a modern medical facility and we finally get what she's doing after 2 pages of made up technology:

Editors, where art thou? posted:

She had sixteen of them [SNARC drones] up at this very moment, hovering invisible to the eye, or to any more sophisticated sensors (had there been any), above major towns and cities.

For the moment, they were concentrating on recording the local languages and dialects. Without the PICA data interface, Nimue was going to have to learn the hard way to speak the considerably altered version of Standard English spoken by present-day Safeholdians. It looked as if the written language and grammar had stayed effectively frozen, but without any form of audio recording capability, the spoken form's pronunciation had shifted considerably...and not always in the same directions in all locations. Some of the dialects were so different now as to be almost separate tongues, despite the fact that virtually every word in them was spelled the same way.

We know that's not true because of "Dynnys" and other abominable names. Weber uses this to assure us Nimue is a really good linguist and to meander into muttering about robot sleep cycles, being a woman in the land of Space Sexism, the evilbadmen who made a fake church to their egotism, and a bit here that lacks all self-awareness.

Isn't this supposed to be about the Taliban? posted:

But whereas the cultures on all of those other planets had been created by blending different societies, belief structures, ideologies, philosophies, and worldviews into a pluralistic whole, Safehold had begun with an absolutely uniform culture. An artificially uniform culture. The human beings who made up that culture had all been programmed to believe exactly the same thing, so the differences which existed here on Safehold were the consequences of eight standard centuries of evolution away from a central matrix, rather than towards one.

Literally everything we see of the old society is that it's all English with a few token Chinese people, but OK I will indulge Weber this once. While this precedes the explanation of how the evil egotists turned themselves into false gods it's a very meta take on how this situation doesn't actually map to anything relatable on Earth at all. It's like Axe Cop, which is literally a meme written by a five-year-old that thrives on absurdity, but rather than chuckle at how an angry hobo with an axe chops off mermaids' heads we are supposed to treat this as a deadly struggle between good and evil.

Anyway we get pages and pages of telling us about the church's evil. The Temple is a powerful space fortress made with sci-fi technologies so that "She'd seen planetary defense command bunkers which had been flimsier than the Temple". We get a page long reiteration that the Temple grants kings their power in the name of God and Chief Egotist Langhorne, has a huge land grant, and...

So powerful! So much monies! posted:

Every single person on Safe-hold[sic] was obligated by law to deliver a tithe of twenty percent of his income every single year. Secular rulers were responsible for collecting that Tithe and delivering it to the Church, the Church then used it for charitable projects, the construction of yet more churches, and as capital for a profitable business lending funds back to the local princes and nobility at usurious rates. Plus, of course, the lives of incredible wealth and luxury it provided to its senior clergy.

Remember when we saw that the wealthy and powerful vicars lived in a golden temple with big jewels, plenty of servants, and political power they can casually throw around because they're bored? Did you not understand the blatant symbolism? Did you tune out when Dennis mentioned he enjoyed wielding power? Is David Weber paid by the word?

Anyway, Nimue realizes she's in a David Weber novel and that these are the Badmen who exist to be righteously crushed by superior technology wielded by attractive people.

Tell, don't show posted:

It doesn't look like anyone's challenging the basic theology-not yet, she thought. But the population's grown too large, and the Church has discovered the truth of that old saying about power corrupting. I wish I could get the SNARCs inside the Temple proper, but even without that it's obvious this Council of Vicars is as corrupt and self-serving as any dictatorship in history And even if it doesn't realize that itself, there have to be plenty of people outside the Council who do.

It is only a matter of time until some local Martin Luther or Jan Huss demands reforms, and once the central matrix begins to crack, who knows where it may go! Any Safehold Reformation's going to be incredibly messy and ugly, given the universality of the Church and its monopoly on temporal power. And these people absolutely believe the archangels are still out there somewhere, watching over them. The believers will expect the "Archangel Langhorne" and his fellows to come back, come to the aid of the Church-or of the reformers. And when they
don't, somebody's going to proclaims that they never really existed in the first place, despite all the "evidence", and that their entire religion has been a lie for almost a thousand local years. And when that happens...

Remember Harold and Caleb discussing this exact same poo poo? Did it sink in then, reader? Did you skip all that to get to those tasty Weber infodumps? Do you have a thing for robot girls and are zoning out from the rest of the text fantasizing about a dark-haired mechanical beauty from Arthurian legend? (I won't blame you). Did you imagine you were reading something competently written, with artistic merit?

Nimue's expression tightens and that ends the chapter.

What a pointless waste of readers' time.

TheGreatEvilKing fucked around with this message at 11:01 on Feb 2, 2020

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

TheGreatEvilKing posted:

Safehold Chapter Three

I know, it's been a while since I've done these. Remember our not-naval officer from the prologue, Nimue Alban? With the expensive toy robot her rich parents bought her?

We do a cinematic cut to


She's back!


Uuuuuugh. These sentence clunkers are part of the reason I've been unenthused about doing these.

Anyway, Nimue has spent the last three days "studying the data files Pei Kau-yung had left for her the hard way, because Elias Proctor's modifications to her software had inadvertently disabled her high-speed data interface." Ok, sure, fine, whatever, keep meandering about the software problem in the fictitious robot. Weber bluntly hammers us that this is partially because Nimue chooses to be human despite being put in a robot. We get introduced to OWL as Nimue asks it to bring a "ground-based surveillance" system online.


Ok, so Nimue is a robo-racist. Joking aside, this is something that could easily be shown rather than told. Nimue constantly expressing frustration and repeating things to OWL would have gotten the point across as easily as making up brand names and acronyms for fictitious technologies that will literally never come up again because the Ordoñes-Westinghouse-Lyton company got blown up by space aliens.

The fact that Weber actually does this in the next few paragraphs makes me question if the editors assigned to Weber just kind of rubber stamp the traditional Weber brick and take their paychecks to spend on things that are good.

We get a bunch of dialogue about clearing the ice off some sensor array that is connected to Nimue's hideout by landline.


Isn't this riveting? This is quite literally just modern tech support, but with no tension, humor, or anything that would make at all invested in this scene. We know what the world outside looks like and we know that no Gbaba battleships bombed our suspiciously European nobles.

There's a patented David Weber infodump about how her facility is hidden under the mountain and runs on geothermal power and blah blah blah, and you know what? I'm cutting it. It tells us nothing about what Nimue is actually trying to do or anything about her character. She has a pile of supersonic stealth spy drones and a library and a modern medical facility and we finally get what she's doing after 2 pages of made up technology:


We know that's not true because of "Dynnys" and other abominable names. Weber uses this to assure us Nimue is a really good linguist and to meander into muttering about robot sleep cycles, being a woman in the land of Space Sexism, the evilbadmen who made a fake church to their egotism, and a bit here that lacks all self-awareness.


Literally everything we see of the old society is that it's all English with a few token Chinese people, but OK I will indulge Weber this once. While this precedes the explanation of how the evil egotists turned themselves into false gods it's a very meta take on how this situation doesn't actually map to anything relatable on Earth at all. It's like Axe Cop, which is literally a meme written by a five-year-old that thrives on absurdity, but rather than chuckle at how an angry hobo with an axe chops off mermaids' heads we are supposed to treat this as a deadly struggle between good and evil.

Anyway we get pages and pages of telling us about the church's evil. The Temple is a powerful space fortress made with sci-fi technologies so that "She'd seen planetary defense command bunkers which had been flimsier than the Temple". We get a page long reiteration that the Temple grants kings their power in the name of God and Chief Egotist Langhorne, has a huge land grant, and...


Remember when we saw that the wealthy and powerful vicars lived in a golden temple with big jewels, plenty of servants, and political power they can casually throw around because they're bored? Did you not understand the blatant symbolism? Did you tune out when Dennis mentioned he enjoyed wielding power? Is David Weber paid by the word?

Anyway, Nimue realizes she's in a David Weber novel and that these are the Badmen who exist to be righteously crushed by superior technology wielded by attractive people.


Remember Harold and Caleb discussing this exact same poo poo? Did it sink in then, reader? Did you skip all that to get to those tasty Weber infodumps? Do you have a thing for robot girls and are zoning out from the rest of the text fantasizing about a dark-haired mechanical beauty from Arthurian legend? (I won't blame you). Did you imagine you were reading something competently written, with artistic merit?

Nimue's expression tightens and that ends the chapter.

What a pointless waste of readers' time.

He really loves his "chapter showing a bunch of stuff" "Chapter from another POV, of character finding out about all the stuff from the previous chapter with nothing new included." It gets really tiring.

quantumfoam
Dec 25, 2003

Thought this might interest a few people who dislike reading mil-scifi but love listening to podcasts.
A free audiobook version (no idea how much of the book is covered) of Harry Harrison's Bill the Galactic Hero thanks to the internet archive project and BBC Radio 4.

https://archive.org/details/billthegalacticherobyharryharrison

Warning: The book is hilarious

quantumfoam fucked around with this message at 04:50 on Feb 7, 2020

VhenRa
Aug 1, 2016

Kchama posted:

Also, beyond Weber's fetish, I'm not sure why Haven gave them the Ferguson rifle if they wanted them to be effective, because Ferguson rifles are noted for actually being very fragile and would just plain break constantly.

Not really sure about that. There is some indication a fair bit of that was because the reproductions were using a flawed understanding of the design.

Deptfordx posted:

Think pre-dreadnoughs still in service in WW1. Manticore have scrapped theirs.

And only ever had like a dozen IIRC.

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

VhenRa posted:

Not really sure about that. There is some indication a fair bit of that was because the reproductions were using a flawed understanding of the design.


And only ever had like a dozen IIRC.

There's references to the fragility in the 1800s as being why it wasn't adopted beyond just the production issues. So I assume that even back in the day it was enough to make it not a reliable weapon in the eyes of the people evaluating it.

quantumfoam
Dec 25, 2003

Cool sounding implausible weapons are a core piece of mil-fiction and mil-scifi.
Mens murderporn-adventure novelettes tend to go with more grounded "realistic" weapons but compensate for that with ludicrous action scenes that would fit right into "Commando" or the sadly forgotten "American Ninja" movies.

C.M. Kruger
Oct 28, 2013

Anshu posted:

You might be pleasantly surprised by the quality of that one, too. It also garners a lot of hate because Kay "ruined the harem fantasy" by portraying an honest and loving open relationship where the succubus has sex with men other than the protagonist, and he doesn't care.

Probably not since I don't really read UF or romance stuff, but that's pretty funny nonetheless, I can easily picture the impotent rage and fury at the waifu's ~betrayal~ just going by how anime fans react.

Though that reminds me there was also a middling GR review for one of the Poor Man books where the reviewer spent like 5-6 paragraphs complaining about how one of the main female characters was in a relationship with another space marine, and that inter-service relationships never work, and that because of this she should instead dump him and get back with the protagonist.

TheGreatEvilKing posted:

Do you have a thing for robot girls and are zoning out from the rest of the text fantasizing about a dark-haired mechanical beauty from Arthurian legend? (I won't blame you).

Girls Frontline is thread topical I suppose, it's got you putting down a robot slave revolt and then in the most recent story event you set off a dirty bomb full of alien T-Virus to distract the military after being betrayed and the Big Boss character defecting.


quantumfoam posted:

Cool sounding implausible weapons are a core piece of mil-fiction and mil-scifi.
Mens murderporn-adventure novelettes tend to go with more grounded "realistic" weapons but compensate for that with ludicrous action scenes that would fit right into "Commando" or the sadly forgotten "American Ninja" movies.

The "Phoenix" series is one of the best/most hilarious examples I've found of ludicrous action:
https://www.tor.com/2016/05/20/were-all-going-to-die-screaming-in-phoenix-dark-messiah/

quote:

Set in the year 1989, Phoenix begins with the evil Luther Enoch engineering a nuclear conflagration between American and the USSR from his secure “combat crib,” beginning with the assassination of the American President in Syria and ending with bombs falling on American cities. The end comes when over San Francisco we see the “flesh-roasting glare of the nuclear fireball rising on a churning phallus of smoke.”

Watching that churning phallus is Magnus Trench, former Special Forces soldier in ‘Nam, now successful businessman. Nicknamed “Phoenix” by the Vietnamese, he’s camping in Golden Gate National Park when the smoke-phalluses churn, and after a few days he wanders down into San Francisco and begins the battle to take back America in a savage, post-apocalyptic wasteland. Who’s he battling? SCORF, the Special Commando Retaliatory Force, ruthless mercenaries serving Luther Enoch’s NCSC (National Church of the Second Coming) who rode out the nukes in hardened bunkers and are now ruling America in the name of Enoch, led by his right-hand man, John Tallon, who executed the Vice-President with a single round from his trademark WWII silenced Mauser bearing the SS death’s head on its grip.

Magnus learns all this backstory from ATF agent, Hamliton Rawlings, whom he rescues from SCORF mercs by kneeing one of them in the crotch so hard blood sprays out his nostrils, shooting another “disintegrating the lower half of his face into bloody hamburger,” and he knocking the third and fourth’s heads together “instantly homogenizing the brain matter inside them to strawberry thickshake.” Afterwards, he ponders how warmongers in the USA and the USSR have destroyed not just the planet but his son, Brian, and his sexy wife, Sandra, and he screams in rage, firing his MINIMI M249 into the side of the mountain behind the hardened SCORF firebase, leaving his calling card: the outline of a rising phoenix drawn in hot lead.

quote:

Too much violence? Well, then, Shakespeare’s got too much talking. This is pulp art, as riveting as a picture of the Grim Reaper riding a Harley, surrounded by screaming zombie Vikings, tattooed on the back of a serial killer by his prison cellmate. It’s Lee Child’s Jack Reacher in a weird diaper, drunk on moonshine and tearing up parked Corvettes with a chainsaw.

Phoenix sidestepped the swing as its momentum jerked the Pagan around, and roundhouse kicked into his lower back area on the follow through, shattering the punk’s spinal cord and shooting fragments of lumbar vertebrae through his kidneys like small bore bullets. His bladder exploded, spraying his lungs with hot urine. The Pagan vomited up chunks of his stomach and flopped over backwards, kicking his legs in the air as he poo poo his pants and died.

quote:

Rawlings and Magnus drive into San Francisco, blow through a SCORF roadblock, high five each other, then lose the pursuit vehicles by leaping their Hummer over a giant hole in the middle of the ruined Golden Gate Bridge. A few minutes later, they arrive in downtown San Francisco where a Scav Mob pelts their gleaming Hummer with dead rats, then Magnus rescues a naked Chinese girl named September Song from where she’s being kept on a leash by Klaatu, the flamethrower-wielding, leather-chaps-wearing leader of the Pagans, who is violating her with his “big purple dong.” Magnus runs him over with a bulldozer. The totally naked September Song grabs Klaatu’s weapon and “Bodies dropped dead as the naked girl expertly swung the Madsen 380 ACP in a figure eight capture-and-move pattern that turned the front ranks of the onrushing goon squad into pulverized human jelly.”

Later that night, Magnus and September make love.

When Hamilton Rawlings dies, his funeral consists of a brief eulogy, then his gasoline-soaked body is set ablaze while resistance fighters fire their machine guns into the sky, which is exactly the funeral I envisioned for myself when I was twelve years old.

http://glorioustrash.blogspot.com/search/label/Phoenix

quote:

Everything I loved in Dark Messiah is here: the gun-porn, the ultra-gore, the purple-prosed sex, the dark comedy. The action is spectacular and violent, even though it's really all simple: some guy usually just shoots at Trench, who "somersaults" out of the way and then fires back. But in Alexander's hands it becomes a sort of hyperkinetic poetry:

Crimson spouted from the shattered base of the skull as a longburst of 185-grain HV steel-jacketed wadcutters screaming from a Steyr MPi69 SMG outfitted with a SIONICS silencer struck the target's skull, buzzsawing it into a thousand jagged fragments.

The headless corpse pitched crazily forward. Its weapon, an UZI .45 ACP Micro, clattered from lifeless fingers. Brain-matter cocktail slopped from the open chalice of the skull, spattering the dirty boots. The corpse lurched onto its knees, then keeled over on its side. Firing nerve ends jerked the legs and arms of the torso, giving it the appearance of some gigantic earthworm as it crawled forward leaving a trail of bloody slime.

quote:

But little need to worry about our hero. When we meet Trench in Death Quest he's already got his hands wrapped around the throat of an orderly who is about to cut him up. Killing the man, Trench stumbles about in a "purple haze" of drugs that have been put into his system over the past few weeks of captivity.

Trench then makes his escape from this enemy base: he kills a few merc soldiers, takes the uniform of one of them, sneaks onto a departing cargo plane filled with mercs and weapons, gets discovered halfway through the flight, kills a ton of mercs in a firefight which results in a hole blasted into the plane, jumps out with an M-60, some Uzis, and no parachute, gets in an airborne fight with the one man who escaped the downed plane in a parachute, kills the guy and takes his 'chute, lands in the middle of a pockmarked expanse of Middle America, and is instantly attacked by a group of chopper-riding thugs whom he blasts apart with the M-60. It all goes on for about 40 pages, and it's the best running battle yet in the series, all of it of the caliber one would encounter in a ramped-up '80s action movie.

quantumfoam
Dec 25, 2003

My gold standard for men's murderporn-adventure novelettes is the Destroyer series. The main character in them gets constantly dunked on by the old-mentor character, the ultra-violence action in them is suitably ludicrous and subtlety went out the window on page 3, book 1 of the series (there is roughly 130+ books novelettes in the series). Plus the Destroyer series had a real honest to god hollywood movie adaption AND even got nominated for a Academy Award (Makeup) ala DC's Suicide Squad.


On another subject: Keep up the good work TheGreatEvilKing + Kchama on your self-volunteered tasks.
Be happy, TheGreatEvilKing..you only have another 20 25? chapters left to go.
The other Cenobite acolyte (Hellraiser movie variant) has another 2 chapters(?) and thirteen more books left.

quantumfoam fucked around with this message at 22:41 on Feb 10, 2020

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

quantumfoam posted:

My gold standard for men's murderporn-adventure novelettes is the Destroyer series. The main character in them gets constantly dunked on by the old-mentor character, the ultra-violence action in them is suitably ludicrous and subtlety went out the window on page 3, book 1 of the series (there is roughly 130+ books novelettes in the series). Plus the Destroyer series had a real honest to god hollywood movie adaption AND even got nominated for a Academy Award (Makeup) ala DC's Suicide Squad.


On another subject: Keep up the good work TheGreatEvilKing + Kchama on your self-volunteered tasks.
Be happy, TheGreatEvilKing..you only have another 20 25? chapters left to go.
The other Cenobite acolyte (Hellraiser movie variant) has another 2 chapters(?) and thirteen more books left.

If I include the 'side-stories' that all the main books assume you've read and in fact will leave out huge chunks of important information out as a result, then it's more like 22 books left.

And four chapters left. Assuming I don't skip any more.

On Basilisk Station CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

So we start today with the beginning of the epic cha--- Oh actually haha gently caress you, it's time for a long ramble about how hyper-space works, at literally the worst time possible, when it would have been far better to have shove this massive infodump literally at any other point.

It starts off like we're actually getting into the nitty gritty of what's going on and then...

quote:

Commander Honor Harrington sat in her command chair and watched her displays as HMS Fearless tore through space under maximum emergency power. The cruiser accelerated at a steady five hundred and twenty gravities—more than five kilometers per second per second—in pursuit of the freighter Sirius; Honor's face was still and cold, a mask against her own anxiety, while her mind churned behind her eyes.

She was almost certain she had it right . . . but only almost. And if she was wrong, if she hadn't guessed correctly after all, if—

Psyche! Infodump time!

quote:

She chopped off that train of thought and made herself lean back. The timing of Sirius's departure could mean only one thing, she told herself, and Brigham's projection of her course confirmed it. Sirius was, indeed, headed for the Tellerman wave, and the Tellerman was one of the "Roaring Deeps," the most powerful grav waves ever charted. More than that, it headed almost directly towards the People's Republic of Haven. If there truly was a Peep battle squadron out here, the Tellerman would take Sirius to meet it at two and a half or three thousand times the speed of light.

Back in the early days of hyper flight, spacers would have avoided something like the Tellerman like death itself, for death was precisely what it would have meant for any starship that encountered it, but that had changed.

The original hyper drive had been a mankiller, yet it had taken people a while to realize precisely why that was. Some of the dangers had been easy enough to recognize and avoid, but others had been far more difficult to identify and account for—mainly because people who encountered them never came back to describe their experience.

It had been discovered early on that translating into the alpha band, the lowest of the hyper bands, at a velocity greater than thirty percent that of light was suicide, yet people had continued to kill themselves for centuries in efforts to translate at speeds higher than that. Not because they were suicidal, but because such a low velocity had severely limited the usefulness of hyper travel.

The translation into or out of any given band of hyper-space was a complex energy transfer that cost the translating vessel most of its original velocity—as much as ninety-two percent of it, in the case of the alpha band. The energy loss dropped slightly with each "higher" hyper band, but its presence remained a constant, and for over five standard centuries, all hyper ships had relied on reaction drives.

There were limits to the amount of reaction mass a ship could carry, and hydrogen catcher fields didn't work in the extreme conditions of hyper-space. That had effectively limited ships to the very lowest (and "slowest") hyper bands, since no one could carry enough reaction mass to recover velocity after multiple translations. It also explained why more stubborn inventors had persisted in their costly efforts to translate at higher velocities in order to maintain as much starting velocity in hyper-space as possible. It had taken over two hundred years for the .3 c limitation to be fully accepted, and even today, some hyper physicists continued to search for a way around it.

Even after one had resolved the problems of safe translation speeds, however, there was the question of navigation. Hyper-space wasn't like normal-space. The laws of relativistic physics applied at any given point in hyper, but as a hypothetical observer looked outward, his instruments showed a rapidly increasing distortion. Maximum observation range was barely twenty light-minutes under ideal conditions; beyond that, the gravity-warped chaos of hyper and its highly charged particles and extreme background radiation made instruments utterly unreliable. Which, of course, meant that astrogation fixes were impossible, and a ship that couldn't see where it was going seldom came home again.

The answer to that one had been the hyper log, the interstellar equivalent of the ancient inertial guidance systems developed on Old Earth long before the Diaspora. Early-generation hyper logs hadn't been all that accurate, but they'd at least given astrogators a rough notion of where they were. That had been far better than anything that had come before, yet even with the hyper log, so many ships never returned that only survey vessels used hyper-space. Survey crews had been small, fantastically well-paid, and probably just a bit crazy, but they'd kept hyper travel in use until, eventually, one or two of them encountered what had killed so many other starships and survived to tell about it.

Hyper space itself was best considered as a compressed dimension which corresponded on a point-by-point basis to normal-space but placed those points in much closer congruity and so "shortened" the distance between them. In fact, there were multiple "bands," or associated but discrete dimensions, of hyper space. The "higher" the band, the shorter the distance between points in normal-space, the greater the apparent velocity of ships traveling through it . . . and the higher the cumulative energy cost to enter it.

That much had been understood by the earliest theorists. What they hadn't quite grasped was that hyper space, formed by the combined gravitational distortion of an entire universe's mass, was itself crossed and crisscrossed by permanent waves or currents of focused gravity. They were widely separated, of course, but they also might be dozens of light-years wide and deep, and they were deadly to any ship which collided with one. The gravitational shear they exerted on a starship's hull would rip the hapless vessel apart long before any evasive action could even be contemplated, unless the ship happened to impact at precisely the right angle on exactly the right vector, and its bridge crew had both the reflexes and the reaction mass to wrench clear in time.

As time passed, the survey ships that survived had mapped out reasonably safe routes through the more heavily traveled regions of hyper-space. They couldn't be entirely relied upon, for the grav waves shifted position from time to time, and sticking to the safe lanes between waves often required vector changes reaction-drive ships simply could not make. That meant hyper voyages had tended to be both indirect and lengthy, but the survival rate had gone up. And as it climbed, and as physicists went out to probe the grav waves they now knew existed with ever more sophisticated instruments, observational data increased and ever more refined theories of gravity were proposed.

It had taken just over five hundred years, but finally, in 1246 P.D., the scientists had learned enough for the planet Beowulf to perfect the impeller drive, which used what were for all intents and purposes "tame" grav waves in normal-space. Yet useful as the impeller was in normal-space, it was extraordinarily dangerous in hyper. If it encountered one of the enormously more powerful naturally occurring grav waves, it could vaporize an entire starship, much as Honor herself had blown the Havenite courier boat's impeller nodes with Fearless's impeller wedge.

More than thirty years had passed before Dr. Adrienne Warshawski of Old Earth found a way around that danger. It was Warshawski who finally perfected a gravity detector which could give as much as five light-seconds' warning before a grav wave was encountered. That had been a priceless boon, permitting impeller drive to be used with far greater safety between grav waves, and even today all grav detectors were called "Warshawskis" in her honor, yet she hadn't stopped there. In the course of her research, she had penetrated far deeper into the entire grav wave phenomenon than anyone before her, and she had suddenly realized that there was a way to use the grav wave itself. An impeller drive modified so that it projected not an inclined stress band above and below a ship but two slightly curved plates at right angles to its hull could use those plates as giant, immaterial "sails" to trap the focused radiation hurtling along a grav wave. More than that, the interface between a Warshawski sail and a grav wave produced an eddy of preposterously high energy levels which could be siphoned off to power a starship. Once a ship had "set sail" down a grav wave, it could actually shut down its onboard power plants entirely.

And so the grav wave, once the promise of near certain death, had become the secret to faster, cheaper, and safer hyper voyages. Captains who had avoided them like the plague now actively sought them out, cruising between them on impeller drive where necessary, and the network of surveyed grav waves had grown apace.

There had still been a few problems. The most bothersome was that grav waves were layers of focused gravity, subject to areas of reverse flow and unpredictable bouts of "turbulence" along the interfaces of opposed flows or where one wave impinged upon another. Such turbulence could destroy a ship, but it was almost more frustrating that no one could take full advantage of the potential of the Warshawski sail (or, for that matter, the impeller drive) because no human could survive the accelerations which were theoretically possible.

Improved Warshawskis had tended to offset the first difficulty by extending their detection range and warning ships of turbulence. With enough warning time, a ship could usually trim its sails to ride through turbulence by adjusting their density and "grab factor," though failure to trim in time remained deadly, which was why Sirius's claim of tuner flutter had been so serious. A captain still had to see it coming, but the latest generation detectors could detect a grav wave at as much as eight light-minutes and spot turbulence within a wave at up to half that range. The problem of acceleration tolerance, on the other hand, had remained insoluble for over a standard century, until Dr. Shigematsu Radhakrishnan, probably the greatest hyper physicist after Warshawski herself, devised the inertial compensator.

Radhakrishnan had also been the first to hypothesize the existence of wormhole junctions, but the compensator had been his greatest gift to mankind's diaspora. The compensator turned the grav wave (natural or artificial) associated with a vessel into a sump into which it could dump its inertia. Within the safety limits of its compensator, any accelerating or decelerating starship was in a condition of internal free-fall unless it generated its own gravity, but the compensator's efficiency depended on two factors: the area enclosed in its field and the strength of the grav wave serving as its sump. Thus a smaller ship, with a smaller compensator field area, could sustain a higher acceleration from a given wave strength, and the naturally-occurring and vastly more powerful grav waves of hyper-space allowed for far higher accelerations under Warshawski sail than could possibly be achieved under impeller drive in normal-space.

Even with the acceleration rates the compensator permitted, no manned vessel could maintain a normal-space velocity above eighty percent of light-speed, for the particle and radiation shielding to survive such velocities simply did not exist. The highest safe speed in hyper was still lower, little more than .6 c due to the higher particle charges and densities encountered there, but the closer congruity of points in normal-space meant a ship's apparent velocity could be many times light-speed. Equipped with Warshawski sails, gravity detectors, and the inertial compensator, a modern warship could attain hyper accelerations of up to 5,500 g and sustain apparent velocities of as much as 3,000 c. Merchantmen, on the other hand, unable to sacrifice as much onboard mass to the most powerful possible sails and compensators the designer could squeeze in, remained barred from the highest hyper bands and most powerful grav waves and were lucky to make more than 1,200 c, though some passenger liners might go as high as 1,500.

And that brought Honor right back to Sirius, for the ship in front of her obviously had a military-grade drive and compensator. Her sheer mass meant her compensator field was larger and thus less efficient than Fearless's, but no freighter should have been able to pull her acceleration. Even a superdreadnought, the only warship class which approached her mass, could only manage about four hundred and twenty gees, and Sirius was burning along at four hundred and ten. That left Fearless an advantage of barely a hundred and ten gees, little more than a kilometer per second squared—and Sirius had a head start of just under fifteen minutes.

It would have been worse if Fearless hadn't been at standby or Dominica Santos hadn't cut corners and chopped almost a full minute off the time it took to put her drive fully on line. As it was, Honor could still overhaul before Sirius reached the hyper limit, but not with as much margin as she might have wished. Sirius would hit the hyper limit in just under a hundred and seventy-three minutes from the time she left orbit. Honor had been in pursuit now for almost ten minutes. By cutting the safety margin on her own compensator to zero, she could match velocities with the freighter in another forty-six minutes, but it would take her over an hour just to reach effective missile range. Completely overtaking the freighter would require just over another hundred and seven minutes, leaving her less than twenty minutes before Sirius reached the hyper limit. And even if she did overtake completely, forcing the freighter to heave-to would be far from easy. Worse, momentum alone would carry Sirius beyond the hyper limit, even if she braked at max in response to Honor's demand, unless she began her deceleration within the next hour and a half, and Honor had no way of knowing just how far beyond the hyper limit a Havenite battle squadron might be lurking. No normal-space sensor could see across the hyper wall. The entire Havenite Navy might lie less than a light-second beyond the limit, and no one in Basilisk would know a thing about it, so it was entirely possible Sirius needed only to break into hyper at all to accomplish her mission.

Which meant that, somehow, Honor had to stop her within the next ninety-seven minutes. If she didn't, then the only way to prevent her from translating into hyper would be to destroy her.

By the way out of that entire massive wall of text, only the last couple of paragraphs actually matter at all. The rest of it is poo poo that doesn't matter and has no place in the rest of the book. It's loving ridiculous.

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Captain Johan Coglin sat on his bridge. He'd run out of curses ten minutes before; now he simply sat and glared at his display while anger flowed through his mind like slow lava.

Operation Odysseus had seemed like a reasonable plan when he was first briefed for it. A few too many ruffles and flourishes, perhaps, but reasonable. There'd been no special reason why they had to use his ship for it, yet no one had listened when he suggested they use a genuine freighter. They'd wanted Sirius's higher acceleration levels and hyper speed "just in case," and he'd been far too junior to argue the point. And, he supposed, if things had gone as planned, it wouldn't really have mattered in the long run. Only the idiots who'd orchestrated the operation should have realized it would never work from the moment Fearless replaced Warlock on Basilisk Station. They should have scrubbed it weeks ago, and he'd told Canning that.

From the beginning, Odysseus had relied on deception, diversion, and the half-assed way the Royal Manticoran Navy policed Basilisk. Now it was all blowing up in their faces. What should have been a neat, clean sucker punch had turned into a fiasco which might yet become outright disaster, in large part because his ship had been used, and Coglin knew NavInt, the General Staff, and the War Cabinet were all going to fight like hell to pin it on someone else.

There was no doubt in his mind that Fearless's captain had grasped the essentials of Odysseus, and even in his anger, his own professionalism had to admire Harrington's instant, iron-nerved response. Blowing the consulate courier boat's drive that way had been incredibly risky but brilliant, reducing the players to Sirius and Fearless instead of leaving her two potential targets to pursue, and his sensors had detected the separation of three pinnaces from Fearless. That had to be the cruiser's entire Marine detachment, and the speed with which Harrington had dispatched them was clear proof Canning and Westerfeldt had grossly underestimated the contingency planning that must have gone on between her and the NPA. Given the numbers of rifles Westerfeldt had handed the Shaman, that planning might not have helped that much if the Stilties had surprised the enclaves, but a full company of Marines with Navy air support would slaughter the natives in an open field engagement.

Which meant that Coglin's part of Odysseus was probably already pointless. With no massacre in the enclaves, Haven could hardly claim that their naval forces had responded only to save off-worlder lives.

Coglin ground his teeth together. That rear end in a top hat idiot Canning was as stupid as he was blind. He'd jumped the gun by ordering Sirius out of orbit before the Stilties actually hit the enclaves. If he'd waited just twenty minutes—just twenty minutes!—they'd have known about the Marines and could still have aborted the entire spaceborne portion of the operation. But Canning had panicked, and Coglin hadn't known enough about the situation dirt-side to argue, even if he'd had the authority to refuse the consul's orders.

So here he was, running from Fearless, his very flight confirming Harrington's every suspicion, while every hope for Odysseus went down the crapper behind him.

Yet he had no choice now. Canning had alerted the task force for an execution date only six days away. If the courier boat had still been hyper-capable, she could have been sent to quietly stand the task force down, but the courier couldn't be sent now. Which meant that unless Coglin reached the rendezvous with Sirius, the entire force might well move in anyway. That had to be prevented, and even if it hadn't, he couldn't possibly permit Harrington to board Sirius, for that was the one thing which would absolutely prove that Haven had been behind the Stilty uprising. There was no way to hide what his ship truly was from a naval boarding party.

"Everything about this was loving dumb in the first place and I told them so and they ignored me."

Huh, wonder where I've heard that before.

quote:

He queried NavInt's files for the readout on Fearless's armament. She was one of the last of the old Courageous-class ships, almost eighty T-years old and small for her rate, by modern standards. But that didn't mean she was senile. The surviving units of her class had been thoroughly overhauled over the years, and they packed a nasty weight of metal for their age and size. They were light on defense, virtually unarmored and with relatively weak radiation shielding (for warships), but they mounted a pair of grasers, two thirty-centimeter lasers, and seven missile tubes in each broadside. They lacked the magazine capacity for a sustained missile engagement, but they could throw surprisingly heavy salvos for their size while their ammo lasted—more than enough to reduce any freighter to glowing vapor. Or it should have been, anyway.

He looked away from the readout and returned his eyes to the maneuvering display. Fearless's light dot swept after him, still losing ground but accelerating steadily, and he glared at it and clenched his fists. drat Canning—and drat Harrington, as well! Yet even as he cursed her persistence, he felt a certain sorrow deep inside for his pursuer. That was a remarkable officer back there, one sharp and quick enough to reduce Haven's carefully laid plans to humiliating wreckage in less than two Manticoran months.

And now her very success was going to cost her her life.

Man where's that Navy Intelligence in a few books?

Also can't stop worshipping Honor for even one paragraph, tsk.

They continue chasing and Honor decides to send a cease and desist and also get the gently caress back here message

quote:

"Mr. Cardones."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Prepare to fire a warning shot. Set it for detonation at least five thousand kilometers clear of Sirius."

"Aye, aye, Ma'am. Setting for detonation five-zero-zero-zero kilometers clear of target."

"Thank you."

Honor leaned back in her chair and prayed Coglin would listen to sanity.

". . . fire into your ship. I repeat. You are requested and required to cut your drive immediately."

Coglin grunted as he listened to the message, and his first officer looked up from his own instruments.

"Any reply, Captain?"

"No." Coglin frowned. "She'll fire at least one warning shot first, and the further out we are when she decides to do something more drastic, the better."

"Should we prepare to turn back towards her, Sir?"

"No." Coglin considered for a moment, then nodded to himself. "We'll keep running, but blow the after panels," he ordered.

"Aye, Sir. Blowing after panels now."

"No response, Captain," Webster said very quietly.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Mr. Cardones, I—" Honor broke off, frowning at her own tactical display as something tumbled away from Sirius.

"Captain, I'm picking up—"

"I see it, Mr. Cardones." Honor forced her frown away and looked at McKeon. "Comments, Exec?"

"I don't know, Ma'am." McKeon replayed the tactical readouts and shook his head. "Looks like some kind of debris. I can't think of what it might be, though."

Honor nodded. Whatever it was, it was unpowered and far too small to be any sort of weapon. Could Sirius be jettisoning some sort of incriminating cargo?

"Run a plot on it, Mr. Panowski," she said. "We may need to run it down for examination afterwards."

"Aye, aye, Captain." Panowski tapped commands into his panel, feeding the debris' trajectory into his computers.

"Mr. Cardones. Range and time to target?"

"Two-five-point-six-two light-seconds, Ma'am. Flight time one-niner-two-point-eight seconds."

"Very well, Mr. Cardones. Fire warning shot."

"Aye, aye, Ma'am. Missile away."

This is finally time for action so I'm just gonna give you all of it. Just so you can see that this is the heart-stopping pounding action that people praise about this book.

Also my copy, which is an official digital copy mind you, still isn't doing any sort indicators of PoV switches. It's kind of annoying.


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The missile belched from Fearless's number two missile tube and sped ahead at an acceleration of 417 KPS2, building on Fearless's own velocity of just over eighteen thousand kilometers per second. It could have accelerated twice as fast, but reducing its acceleration to 42,500 g raised its small impeller's burnout time from one minute to three, which not only gave it three times the maneuvering time but increased its terminal velocity from rest by almost fifty percent.

It raced after Sirius, seeming to crawl, even at its speed, as the freighter continued to accelerate. At three minutes, more than ten million kilometers from launch and with a terminal velocity of just over ninety-three thousand KPS, its impeller drive burned out and it went ballistic, overhauling its target on momentum alone.

Captain Coglin watched it come. He'd been certain it would be no more than a warning shot, and its vector quickly proved it was. Even if it hadn't been, he would have had almost thirteen seconds after burnout to take evasive action, during which his ship would move almost two hundred and forty thousand kilometers. His maximum possible vector change was barely over four KPS2, but the missile was no longer able to follow his maneuvers, and the cumulative effect would have made Sirius an impossible target at such a range.

Yet there was no need. He watched the missile race up alongside, five thousand kilometers clear of his ship. It detonated in a savage pinprick of thermonuclear fire, and he grunted.

"Jamming ready, Jamal?"

"Aye, Sir," his tactical officer replied.

"Stand by. I doubt she'll waste another warning shot, but we've got twenty minutes yet before she can reach effective firing range."

"Aye, Sir. Standing by."

Coglin nodded and turned his eyes to the chronometer.

"Nothing, Captain," McKeon said quietly, and Honor nodded. She hadn't really expected there to be any change in Sirius's course. She checked her maneuvering display. Another nineteen minutes before even the longest range shot could reasonably hope to hit the freighter. Tension wrapped itself around her nerves as she realized she was committed, but something else poked at the back of her brain. Something about that debris Sirius had jettisoned. If her captain had no intention of halting anyway, why jettison cargo so soon? He had almost a full hour before Fearless could physically overhaul him and board. It just didn't make—

She stiffened in her chair, eyes wide. Dear God, perhaps it did make sense!

"Mr. McKeon." The exec looked up, and Honor beckoned him over to her chair.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"That debris from Sirius. Could it have been hull plating?"

"Hull plating?" McKeon blinked in surprise. "Well, yes, I suppose it could have been, Skipper. But why?"

"We know that ship has a military grade drive and compensator," Honor said very softly. "Suppose it has something else military grade aboard? Something that was hidden behind false plating?"

McKeon stared at her, and then his face slowly paled.

"A Q-ship?" he half-whispered.

"ONI says they've got some heavily armed fleet colliers," Honor said in that same, soft voice. "She might be one of them, but we know they used disguised merchant raiders when they went after Trevor's Star and Sheldon." Her eyes held his levelly. "And if that is a Q-ship, she could be armed more heavily than we were before they modified our armament."

"And she's a lot bigger than we are," McKeon agreed grimly. "That could mean she's got one hell of a lot more magazine space than we do."

"Exactly." Honor drew a deep breath, her thoughts racing like honed shards of ice. "Warn Rafe, then punch up our data base and see what if anything we have on file about the Q-ships we know Haven's used in the past."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And warn Dominica, too." Honor smiled a cold, bitter smile. "Our damage control officer may have her hands full shortly."

Gasp, a Q-Ship! It was kind of the obvious thing after they figured out that it hiding military-level equipment, so I'm not sure why it's a GASP WE'RE DOOMED sort of thing, besides I guess trying to build up dramatic tension.

Also 'racing like honed shards of ice'. He really loves his 'cold' and 'ice' descriptors for her in this book.

Three chapters left.

TheGreatEvilKing
Mar 28, 2016





Some people might argue you need threatening antagonists to bud dramatic tension.

These people are not best selling author David Weber.

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

TheGreatEvilKing posted:

Some people might argue you need threatening antagonists to bud dramatic tension.

These people are not best selling author David Weber.

I will be doing a post tonight after I get home from work. I guess I've had enough of a vacation from terrible.

Ugly In The Morning
Jul 1, 2010
Pillbug

TheGreatEvilKing posted:

Some people might argue you need threatening antagonists to bud dramatic tension.

These people are not best selling author David Weber.

Even if he had managed to make any tension in the Safehold books, it would have been smothered to death by the fact there’s like ten of them that are all doorstoppers.

I gave up at book... four, I think, and I was reading them when I had two hours of subway time every day, to do nothing but read.

The aliens were kind of cool, but they straight up ceased mattering as anything other than a reason for the tech restrictions after page 100 of the first book. I kept hoping they’d be relevant again but nope.

Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

Ugly In The Morning posted:

Even if he had managed to make any tension in the Safehold books, it would have been smothered to death by the fact there’s like ten of them that are all doorstoppers.

I gave up at book... four, I think, and I was reading them when I had two hours of subway time every day, to do nothing but read.

The aliens were kind of cool, but they straight up ceased mattering as anything other than a reason for the tech restrictions after page 100 of the first book. I kept hoping they’d be relevant again but nope.

Supposedly they're going to return in the next series but that's still 10 massive books and knowing Weber they won't even appear in the first book.

In fact it's more likely they'll appear in the last book of the series.

quantumfoam
Dec 25, 2003

Read Andrew Skinner's Steel Frame over the weekend. Since kchama punked out with their promised "Let's Read Honor Harrington in series order" update, thread content incoming.

Steel Frame was overall not bad. Steel Frame is definitely a mil-scifi book, more specifically a giant mecha mil-scifi with trappings of other mil-scifi series like: W40k, Gundam, Macross, Kenny MacLeod's Corporation War, etc (i am sure there is more allusions to other series that I haven't read or gave up on or blocked out). Storywise, Steel Frame held up (mostly) throughout the end.....increasingly traumatic amounts of backstory for the main character and most of the named side characters got doled out as the book continued.

Don't expect a John Ringo/David Weber teflon-main character hero going into Steel Frame. The ending in Steel Frame was sort of abrupt but made 100% sense given the previous character development (pun not initially intended, but thematically it fits oh so well).

quantumfoam fucked around with this message at 17:04 on Feb 25, 2020

Lucas Archer
Dec 1, 2007
Falling...
I read Weber back when I thought his hard sci fi style tricked me into thinking they were good. I’m not very smart, so I’m easily tricked.

They are not good. I’ve read almost every Harrington book, and the first few of the Safehold series. They are not good books. Not even good stories. I think the best Harrington book was the one where she was shuffled off to do pirate hunting for a while. It was still really bad.

I wish there were more/better military sci fi that isn’t just marines on the ground. I’d like a good space naval war story.

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Kchama
Jul 25, 2007

quantumfoam posted:

Read Andrew Skinner's Steel Frame over the weekend. Since kchama punked out with their promised "Let's Read Honor Harrington in series order" update, thread content incoming.

Steel Frame was overall not bad. Steel Frame is definitely a mil-scifi book, more specifically a giant mecha mil-scifi with trappings of other mil-scifi series like: W40k, Gundam, Macross, Kenny MacLeod's Corporation War, etc (i am sure there is more allusions to other series that I haven't read or gave up on or blocked out). Storywise, Steel Frame held up (mostly) throughout the end.....increasingly traumatic amounts of backstory for the main character and most of the named side characters got doled out as the book continued.

Don't expect a John Ringo/David Weber teflon-main character hero going into Steel Frame. The ending in Steel Frame was sort of abrupt but made 100% sense given the previous character development (pun not initially intended, but thematically it fits oh so well).

Really? It alludes to Macross? That one surprises me, but I guess the American localization that strips out the entire defeating the enemy race by exposing them to music and the concept of fun that doesn't involve battles to the deathwould be more appealing to mil-scifi authors.

Lucas Archer posted:

I read Weber back when I thought his hard sci fi style tricked me into thinking they were good. I’m not very smart, so I’m easily tricked.

They are not good. I’ve read almost every Harrington book, and the first few of the Safehold series. They are not good books. Not even good stories. I think the best Harrington book was the one where she was shuffled off to do pirate hunting for a while. It was still really bad.

I wish there were more/better military sci fi that isn’t just marines on the ground. I’d like a good space naval war story.

Spaceship Yamato is kind of the ur-Space Naval War Story as it's literally about the frame of a WW2 battleship being used to build a starship on a dying, defeated Earth, so the fights are basically Weber's intended naval battles without writing a stupid setting to force it.

Or you could just get into Legend of the Galactic Heroes, which does everything Weber wanted but infinitely better.

Kchama fucked around with this message at 22:44 on Feb 25, 2020

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