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Everyone still alive out there?


Sorry for the lack of posting. Spent my Sunday and the first two days of the working week doing 29 hours of work. I crashed out late last night.

Here - have a Capellan and Manticoran jibing each other about their societies:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80Tczjccka0

Forced to quickly close up the meeting as alarm klaxons went off, the trio of Manticoran officers were sent racing back to their pinnace and redlining it from the battestar back to the Corvus, which - to CTN Hammond's pleasure - was gently coming to a starboard turn to place itself broadside-on to whatever was about to hit their fleet. A quick zip into the underslung hangers and the three piled out. The Captain and CDR Lancaster made their way to the bridge, while Major York rushed for the barracks to ensure her Marines were at their stations and ready to repel any boarders.

In three minutes after arriving at the armoury, Hammond and Lancaster were in their combat skinsuit - EVA suits designed to protect crew and officers in case the hull was punctured and environmental systems failed - and took the first lift they could to the CIC.

"Mr Stebbins!" Hammond barked as he arrived on the bridge, helmet in the crook of his arm. "Report!"

The Gunnery officer vacated the Captain's chair, his helmet's visor still up. "Sir, multiple unidentified contacts, bearing 098 relative. Came onto Tactical's scopes about five minutes ago; they're making a beeline for the fleet."

"Number? Type? Range?" Hammond rapidly fired off as he resumed his seat.

"Well in excess of 20+ hostiles," Stebbins replied, returning to his gunnery station. "Range 30 million kilometers and closing. Both large and missile-sized; I.D. matches database entries your friend's battlestar provided us - they're those damned 'Replicators', or whatever they are."

"Thank you for that last comment, Stebbins." Hammond chided, checking the tactical feed tied in from his ship's sensors. "And your colourful description has been noted. Increase speed to combat power and have the decks roll out the guns. I want a range calculation on the largest signatures we can see and hit; prep countermeasure missiles and batteries to swat at the small bastards as they close."

"Aye, sir!" Stebbins replied, starting to input commands into his panel.

"And mind what you target and hit, Gunnery." Lancaster cautioned from her seat, fumbling with her helmet as she began to mag-lock it in place. "We've got allied interceptors and LACs in the combat area; we really don't want to have the 'Warspite' scream at us for a careless blue-on-blue."
Sorry for the delay on my end, guys - full day of work followed by a stomach upset. Should be able to get something out now, as well as [REDACTED] apped tonight.
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Given the velocity you fight at it should be easy ernough. Guns your up!

I enjoyed on Basalisk station, the space battle was long... but the action kept it going.


Glad to hear that my nudge to Honor Harrington hasn't disappointed so far.
Welp, time to have the HMS Corvus roll out the guns, missiles and counter-missiles. :D
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So...we got rid of the replicators... have fun with a ork population hidden in the lower levels of the city... oh well you'll be fine. Lol. We might have only nuked it a few times..

We are great hero's lol


Eh heh, when you say we're all heroes, Coruscant's not going to like who the powers-that-be have me bring in next as my final crew:


Sorry for my last mangled post. On mobile and typing and editing is a real kick up the kilt!
CTN Hammond, CDR Lancaster, MJR York
Briefing Room - CBS 'Warspite'


The trio of Manticore officers had remained quiet throughout the briefing. Hammond, for his part, had barely been able to make any sense of the 'macro' situation explained to the others - apart from providing context, it was all Greek to him.

With the floor opened up to debate, the three officers waited until the Higaran officer had finished his comments, before Hammond cleared his throat.

"Frankly, fellow officers," he began. "We're in a situation where we need to quickly gets to grips with each of our vessels strengths and compensate for each others weaknesses. All while we are running against the clock and an enemy that can pull off Sanagami-knows-what at a moment's notice."

He punched a couple of buttons into the projector in his section of the desk, allowing a number of accompanying projections to be displayed as he went on.

"I cannot give you a real time gun duel, nor carrier capability, not even towing capacity. What the 'Corvus' CAN give us is stand-off shoot down capability." He turned to his XO to ask, "Commander Lancaster, assuming a dual-stage fuel expenditure and part ballistic fire planning, what's the maximum range on our Mark 16 Dual-Drive Missiles' fire envelope?"

Lancaster - although she didn't NEED to - gave the pretense of mentally running the numbers in our head before answering, "Under this circumstances and with minimal manual input from Gunnery .... I'd say 16 to no more then 20 million kilometers from firing to impact."

Hammond nodded in satisfaction and turned back to the others. "If we can put ourselves between the foe and what or who we need saving, I think we can pull it off. Otherwise, I can give you limited ground assault."

Major Elaine York, imposing in her more war-like BDUs of the Royal Manticore Marines, bobbed her brunette head in concurrence. "I can have the ship's two companies of marines and all four of our pinnaces groundside in an hour." she bluntly stated.

Hammond nodded silently. "There we are then. Give us a niche our capabilities can fulfil, gentlemen, and 'Corvus' will be willing to provide."
Where 'Corvus' - and by extension, Manticore missile doctrine - could slot in is area denial. Though you'll be timing your volleys via stopwatch, you could, at least theoretically (if your gunnery crews get it right) stand off and swat anything leaving Coruscant's orbit.

In theory
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The power of space tea!
I assume they have tea, I mean HMS without the tea... tragedy.


Sadly, Honor prefers hot cocoa to coffee ... Tea for more formal occasions, though.
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