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.Those wog cretins just let them sit in the grease they got them in from thefactory.I swear! They're Pleasaunce built, though, and they seem to power upall right."He shook his head."They're low-acceleration models.Seven gee max.I wish toGod we could've transferred some of my babies from theAglaia before, before."ThePage 177 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlPrincess Cecile was over Kostroma City at this point in its orbit.A quadrantof Daniel's display showed an enlarged view of the scene below.Dawn hadbroken over the capital, but fires blazed beneath trails of smoke.Explosionsflashed in the Floating Harbor.A warship on the surface fired plasma cannon in quick, nervous flickers.Sofar as Daniel knew there was no real enemy for the bolts to engage."Yes," Daniel said."I regret that too."If he'd been wishing for things, he'd have started some distance beyond achance to transfer missiles between ships.That was an all-day job and theydidn't have the heavy equipment to carry it out besides.He knew, though, that Baylor was mourning the loss of what were "his babies"in every sense but the biological.Baylor gave him a faint, thankful smile."I guess worse things happen inwartime, sir," he said.He reached for the commo key as he added, "I'll putMassimo in charge at the tubes.She's a good man.Igot a good team."Message traffic was passing from theBremse to the ground at an increasing level of frustration, and from theground to theBremse with frequent contradictions caused by a complete collapse of thecivilian communications net.Since the Alliance forces hadn't yet built analternative net, commo was unit to unit rather than through a multilateralsystem which could analyze the data from all points simultaneously.Locking bolts withdrew with a clang.The cutter spurted clear of the hold.ThePrincess Cecile shuddered in reaction.Bolts rang again to reseal thecorvette.Daniel wondered if the confusion in Kostroma City was a result of somethingAdele had done but hadn't bothered to mention, or if it was a chance result ofthe burgeoning disaster.People talked about the fog of war, but the truth wasa much harsher thing.In war a fire swept across all sources of information.Equipment failed and humans, trying to balance dozens of competing crises,lost them all in crashing shards."I thought you'd be handling the Attack Board, sir," Baylor said.His handswere spread across the virtual keyboard.He faced the display with anexpression as solidly determined as the nose of one of his beloved torpedoes.Daniel looked at him.The missileer was setting up course data based onpossible locations of target and tube.The courses would have to be refinedwhen it came time to actually launch, but having a setup in the computer madethat simpler by a matter of seconds or even minutes."If shooting starts, chief," Daniel said, "I'm going to have my hands fullwith the ship.If things go better than I expect, we'll just wait here for thecutter to return."A particularly bright flash lit Daniel's display.When he turned to view theimage directly theFloating Harbor was completely shrouded by steam.The fusion bottle of one ofthe moored vessels had failed catastrophically."They didn't do so bad, did they, sir?" Baylor said with a wistful smile,looking at the display overDaniel's shoulder."My b Our missiles from theAglaia, I mean.""No, chief," Daniel said."They taught some wogs what it means to go upagainst Cinnabar."He said the words to console the missileer, but as they came out Daniel felthis own pulse surge.It was childish and for that matter uncivilized to feelthis sort of murderous patriotism.That didn't make the reaction any the lessreal.ThePage 178 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlAglaia's missiles were of the twin thruster design with dual antimatter conversionsystems.They were the only type in first-line use in either of the major navies.Kostroma had purchased single-thruster missiles to equip its warships.Thesewere much cheaper, since the High Drive was the system's only expensivecomponent.Guidance was loaded before launch.Complex sensors and terminal guidance equipment would have been a waste ofmoney due to the high velocities involved and the fact that missiles wereballistic at normal engagement ranges.ThePrincess Cecile's missiles were the same size and would reach the same velocities as those oftheAglaia or theBremse but they did so at a leisurely rate by comparison.This was a particularhandicap at short ranges; and if it came to a fight with the Alliance cruiser,it would be very short ranges indeed by the standards of interstellarwarships."What do you think our Alliance friend has to send us, chief?" Daniel asked."If it comes to that."Baylor wrinkled his nose."Four tubes only," he said."The fire director's thesame type they fit in theKrestovik class with twice the tubes, though, so they can keep rounds comingat ten-second intervals as long as there's anything in the magazines."He spread his small, muscular right hand above his keyboard without touchingit."The magazines, though, that's a guess, but carrying a full defensiveconstellation I'd guess thirty-six missiles.Maybe thirty-eight if theirmissileer knows his business, and maybe only twenty if some dickhead with alot of braid thinks, 'They're not coming to fight, so let's use the stowagefor something useful like fancy rations.' "Baylor cleared his throat in embarrassment."Not meaning to insult you, sir,"he added."I wouldn't feel insulted even if I had a lot of braid, chief," Daniel said."Which I most certainly do not.""Thing is, sir," Baylor said, "they'll be high-acceleration types and oursaren't.There's no getting around that.""Bremse to unidentified vessel at thirty-nine thousand kilometers!" thecommunicator snarled.TheAlliance cruiser had noticed the cutter at last [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Those wog cretins just let them sit in the grease they got them in from thefactory.I swear! They're Pleasaunce built, though, and they seem to power upall right."He shook his head."They're low-acceleration models.Seven gee max.I wish toGod we could've transferred some of my babies from theAglaia before, before."ThePage 177 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlPrincess Cecile was over Kostroma City at this point in its orbit.A quadrantof Daniel's display showed an enlarged view of the scene below.Dawn hadbroken over the capital, but fires blazed beneath trails of smoke.Explosionsflashed in the Floating Harbor.A warship on the surface fired plasma cannon in quick, nervous flickers.Sofar as Daniel knew there was no real enemy for the bolts to engage."Yes," Daniel said."I regret that too."If he'd been wishing for things, he'd have started some distance beyond achance to transfer missiles between ships.That was an all-day job and theydidn't have the heavy equipment to carry it out besides.He knew, though, that Baylor was mourning the loss of what were "his babies"in every sense but the biological.Baylor gave him a faint, thankful smile."I guess worse things happen inwartime, sir," he said.He reached for the commo key as he added, "I'll putMassimo in charge at the tubes.She's a good man.Igot a good team."Message traffic was passing from theBremse to the ground at an increasing level of frustration, and from theground to theBremse with frequent contradictions caused by a complete collapse of thecivilian communications net.Since the Alliance forces hadn't yet built analternative net, commo was unit to unit rather than through a multilateralsystem which could analyze the data from all points simultaneously.Locking bolts withdrew with a clang.The cutter spurted clear of the hold.ThePrincess Cecile shuddered in reaction.Bolts rang again to reseal thecorvette.Daniel wondered if the confusion in Kostroma City was a result of somethingAdele had done but hadn't bothered to mention, or if it was a chance result ofthe burgeoning disaster.People talked about the fog of war, but the truth wasa much harsher thing.In war a fire swept across all sources of information.Equipment failed and humans, trying to balance dozens of competing crises,lost them all in crashing shards."I thought you'd be handling the Attack Board, sir," Baylor said.His handswere spread across the virtual keyboard.He faced the display with anexpression as solidly determined as the nose of one of his beloved torpedoes.Daniel looked at him.The missileer was setting up course data based onpossible locations of target and tube.The courses would have to be refinedwhen it came time to actually launch, but having a setup in the computer madethat simpler by a matter of seconds or even minutes."If shooting starts, chief," Daniel said, "I'm going to have my hands fullwith the ship.If things go better than I expect, we'll just wait here for thecutter to return."A particularly bright flash lit Daniel's display.When he turned to view theimage directly theFloating Harbor was completely shrouded by steam.The fusion bottle of one ofthe moored vessels had failed catastrophically."They didn't do so bad, did they, sir?" Baylor said with a wistful smile,looking at the display overDaniel's shoulder."My b Our missiles from theAglaia, I mean.""No, chief," Daniel said."They taught some wogs what it means to go upagainst Cinnabar."He said the words to console the missileer, but as they came out Daniel felthis own pulse surge.It was childish and for that matter uncivilized to feelthis sort of murderous patriotism.That didn't make the reaction any the lessreal.ThePage 178 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlAglaia's missiles were of the twin thruster design with dual antimatter conversionsystems.They were the only type in first-line use in either of the major navies.Kostroma had purchased single-thruster missiles to equip its warships.Thesewere much cheaper, since the High Drive was the system's only expensivecomponent.Guidance was loaded before launch.Complex sensors and terminal guidance equipment would have been a waste ofmoney due to the high velocities involved and the fact that missiles wereballistic at normal engagement ranges.ThePrincess Cecile's missiles were the same size and would reach the same velocities as those oftheAglaia or theBremse but they did so at a leisurely rate by comparison.This was a particularhandicap at short ranges; and if it came to a fight with the Alliance cruiser,it would be very short ranges indeed by the standards of interstellarwarships."What do you think our Alliance friend has to send us, chief?" Daniel asked."If it comes to that."Baylor wrinkled his nose."Four tubes only," he said."The fire director's thesame type they fit in theKrestovik class with twice the tubes, though, so they can keep rounds comingat ten-second intervals as long as there's anything in the magazines."He spread his small, muscular right hand above his keyboard without touchingit."The magazines, though, that's a guess, but carrying a full defensiveconstellation I'd guess thirty-six missiles.Maybe thirty-eight if theirmissileer knows his business, and maybe only twenty if some dickhead with alot of braid thinks, 'They're not coming to fight, so let's use the stowagefor something useful like fancy rations.' "Baylor cleared his throat in embarrassment."Not meaning to insult you, sir,"he added."I wouldn't feel insulted even if I had a lot of braid, chief," Daniel said."Which I most certainly do not.""Thing is, sir," Baylor said, "they'll be high-acceleration types and oursaren't.There's no getting around that.""Bremse to unidentified vessel at thirty-nine thousand kilometers!" thecommunicator snarled.TheAlliance cruiser had noticed the cutter at last [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]