Eagleeye wrote:quite possibly a cat wrote:
Also this brings me to another benefit of getting a surrender and capturing the Manties: Henke won't fire on Bygn if he has Manties on board!
I'm not sure I'm ready to go over this special bridge. After all, she had to try to convince him to surrender ... so in this case, maybe she would've opted for something like what happened later in Zunker:
One salvo against all BCs but aimed at their wedges ... But if Byng would've been ready to surrender after such a demonstration we'll never know. Nor will we know if Mike would've been ready the risk of sacrificing their people in case Byng would've been remained unconvinced ...
Backtracking the conversation a bit, you're forgetting a rather important 'minor' detail here that I bolded for you Eagle.
At the time of the New Tuscany Incident, Henke had no podnoughts, only Nike class battlecruisers which are not able to properly utilize Apollo MDM's. And Henke fired from around DDM range, which is too far for precision hits.
Laserhead missiles aren't the most precise, and we also have the Zunker incident which chronologically happened after Crandall got smashed at Spindle, where they also fired from DDM range (although they were Sag-C's) as part of Fireplan Folley Alpha
His people were doing their best, fighting with frantic professionalism to overcome the fatal shortcomings of their doctrine and training in the fleeting minutes they had. They weren’t going to succeed, and he knew it, but they weren’t going to simply sit there, paralyzed by terror, either, and he felt bittersweet pride in them even as he cursed himself for having walked straight into this disaster.
But how could I have known? How could I really have known? And even if I had —
And then the Manticoran missles burst past the inner edge of the counter-missile zone. They came driving in through the desperate, last-ditch, last-minute fire of the battlecruisers’ point defense clusters, and the laser clusters were almost as useless in the face of the Manty EW as the counter-missiles had been. They managed to pick off another twelve missiles, but that still left a hundred and sixty-three shipkillers, and Pyun felt his belly knotting solid as his ships’ executioners came boring in on the throats of their wedges. They were going to— One hundred and sixty-three Mark 16 missiles, each with the better part of thirty seconds’ time left on its drive, swerved suddenly, in a perfectly synchronized maneuver, and detonated as one.
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“They hit our wedges!” Steinberg blurted. “My God, they hit our wedges!”
Her tone was so disbelieving—and so affronted—that despite himself, Pyun actually felt his mouth twitch on the edge of a smile. The ops officer was staring incredulously at her displays as CIC’s dispassionate computers updated them.
It was true. It had happened so quickly, the X-ray lasers had cascaded in in such a massive tide, that it had taken Steinberg (and Pyun, for that matter) several endless seconds to grasp what had actually happened—to realize they were still alive—yet it was true.
The rear admiral would dearly have loved to believe Halo had succeeded in its decoy function. That the Manty missiles had been lured astray by his battlecruisers’ sophisticated electronic warfare systems. But much as he would have preferred that, he knew differently. No defensive system in the galaxy could have caused every single missile in an attacking salvo to waste its fury on the roofs and floors of his ships’ impeller wedges. No. The only way that could have happened was for the people who’d fired those missiles to have arranged for it to happen.
“Christ!” Captain Gilmore shook his head like a man who’d been hit one time too many. “How the hell—?” He stopped and gave his head another shake, then grimaced. “Sorry, Admiral.” Pyun only looked at him, then wheeled back towards Steinberg at the ops officer’s inarticulate sound of disbelief. She looked up and saw the admiral’s eyes on her.
“I—” It was her turn to shake her head. “Sir, according to CIC, Retaliate took one hit and Impudent took two. That’s it. That’s all!”
Sag-C's firing Mark 16s from their internal tubes, firing at 30 million kilometers, Manties being stationary and the Solarian ships advancing 'slowly' so missile and ship velocities weren't going to impact accuracy that much. And they didn't intend to hit the Solarians at all, and three hits leaked through.
Based on that, although slightly later performance, Henke definitely could not have gone for 'wedge decapitation' strikes. Even with Nike's for fire control instead of Sag-C's, and firing at 45 million km with Mark 23's. That sort of precision strike requires being in beam range, and RMN ships no longer carry small beams. Destroyers carry cruiser-weight lasers, light and heavy cruisers carry battlecruiser grasers, and battlecruisers carry superdreadnought grasers.
No RMN captain is crazy/stupid enough to try pulling an HMS Hexapuma vs Marianne and get close enough to belligerent/hostile SLN ships to use PDLC's for precision strikes either.
So to sum it all up, Henke was literally incapable of any form of non-lethal strike. When Byng flipped her off and tried to run, the only choices were headshot Byng, or massacre his entire command, which would blow up any evidence Henke needed to justify what she did.