Jonathan_S wrote:Odds are the FF ship would fail to achieve energy range even if it knew exactly where the base was.
kzt wrote:SDM range is a lot easier to achieve. Which might be attacking a ship without a wedge.
Jonathan_S wrote:Yep, then you only need to be within roughly 7-8 million km (depending on relative vectors). And if the target's wedge is fully offline it'll take longer than the 3 minutes missile flight to get it up.
So that target should still have time to get off CMs and PDLCs, but it'll lack wedge and sidewalls - making it a far more vulnerable target.
Even getting into single drive missile range can be difficult (MDM or even DDM range, especially with a ballistic flight component, is another thing entirely). Witness what happened to the PRN when they tried it against the Basilisk terminus of the Manticore Wormhole Junction:
Italics are the author's, boldface is my emphasis.Echoes of Honor, Chapter 38 wrote:Citizen Rear Admiral Gregor Darlington swore with silent savagery as the plot stabilized. He felt his astrogator cringing behind him, and he wanted to turn around and rip the unfortunate citizen commander a brand-new rectum. It would have done the citizen admiral an enormous amount of good to vent his fury, but he couldn't. It wasn't really Citizen Commander Huff's fault, and even if it had been, Darlington would never have raked him down in front of a people's commissioner. The People's Navy had given up enough martyrs as scapegoats.
"I see we seem to have misplaced a decimal point, Gorg," he said instead, unable to keep an edge of harshness out of his voice, however hard he tried. Then he cleared his throat. "How bad is it?"
"We . . . overshot by one-point-three light-minutes, Citizen Admiral," Citizen Commander Huff replied. "Call it twenty-three-point-seven million klicks."
"I see." Darlington folded his hands behind him and rocked on his toes, digesting the information. Of course, it wasn't quite as simple as "overshot" might be taken to imply, he thought grimly. Task Group 12.4.2 had been supposed to emerge from hyper four million klicks from the Basilisk terminus, headed directly towards it with a velocity of five thousand kilometers per second. That would have put them in missile range and firing by the time the defenders could realize they were coming. And with any luck at all, the picket force normally stationed on the terminus would have been headed in-system at max for a full hour, which would have put those ships safely out of the way and left only the two operational forts to deal with. Thirty-two million tons of fort would still have been a handful, but he had eight dreadnoughts, twelve battleships, and four battlecruisers— a better than three-to-one edge in tonnage—and he should have had the invaluable advantage of complete and total surprise, as well.
But Citizen Commander Huff had blown it. In fairness, it was expecting a great deal to ask anyone to cut a hyper translation that close, but that was exactly what he'd been trained for years to do . . . and the reason TG 12.4.2 had dropped back into n-space less than two light-months out to allow him to recalibrate and recalculate. And he hadn't actually missed it by all that much, had he? His error was—what? Less than two-thousandths of a percent of the total jump? But it was enough.