cthia wrote:Let's talk more about this graser. First, another question about GA grasers. During battle, I always got the feeling that even an SD targeted an enemy ship with just one graser. If this is true, I never understood why several grasers weren't trained on the enemy simultaneously. Is that a technical limitation, an orientation limitation or an error on my part?
Now back to the LD. Does the LDs size make a more powerful graser possible? Why are you positing an increase in graser power at the same time you seem to champion the notion that Manty tech has arrived at the ceiling of performance for traditional type weapons? A 5M-km graser also isn't a logical progression of GA tech, is it?
Simply the fact that the MAlign has produced powerful grasers without the use of a wedge startles me, lest I misunderstood the MAlign's graser torp tech. So who and what is to quantify the limitation of their grasers?
About these Sharks. Let's go with huge and small. Why can't a huge Collier drop off as many Sharks as possible, even if some are affixed to the outside of the ship. I said earlier in this thread, Killer Whales and Sharks both operating in the same system together should prove devastating even for the GA.
Has RFC given the crew complement of an LD?
At the end I have the text from chapter 40 of
Honor Among Enemies, where it is quite clear that a single ship was targeted with multiple grasers.
A bigger ship can hold and power a bigger graser (a LAC is an exception, since its single graser is bigger than any on a destroyer - I believe). The graser and the wedge are independent of each other, we know that the GA plans to have unmanned graser units to replace some mines at junctions (without mention of a wedge).
I suppose a collier could carry Sharks, but the Shark is hyper-capable; so does not really need to be carried (although that might make it easier on the crews).
I am not aware of any text about the Leonard Detweiler class, except for the little snippets when the Sharks were sent off, because the big boys were not ready.
Achmed staggered as the first massive graser blew effortlessly through her sidewall. Her flanks carried over a meter of armor, the toughest alloy of ceramic and composites man had yet learned to forge, and the graser tore through it with contemptuous ease. Huge splinters blew out of the dreadful wound, and her relative motion turned what should have been a single puncture into a huge, gaping slash. It opened her side like a gutting knife opening a shark, and air and wreckage and human beings erupted in a howling cyclone.
But that was only one of eight such grasers. Every one of them scored direct hits, and no one on the battlecruiser had dreamed a converted merchantman could mount such weapons. Her communication circuits were a cacophony of screams—of agony, of shock, of terror—as Wayfarer's fury rent her like a toy, and then the Q-ship's missiles came blasting in, stabbing her again and again with bomb-pumped lasers to complete the grasers' dreadful work.