PeterZ wrote:kzt wrote:Can you actually site any examples in the text of this?
I went back and found an RFC post stating the Protectorate system was set up for other reasons than trade. That it was supposed to be a way to prevent human rights abuses rather than an extension of regulating trade. The volume of interstellar trade then may be predominantly from Core Worlds trading with each other.
I recall a post that RFC made regarding base materials being traded between star systems. I'll continue looking for that.
EDIT:
http://forums.davidweber.net/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=5966&p=152663&hilit=verge+trade+raw+materials#p152663Here is what recalled. I stand corrected the commodity I was thinking about is more bulk foodstuffs, not base materials from resource extraction from asteroids. The logic of replacing those sources of bulk goods will have an impact on the overall economy and there is a comparative price advantage for the suppliers compared to alternative sources available to the Core World buyer.
Base materials from resource extraction from asteroids, and even asteroid ore itself, as well as agricultural products, are shipped across interstellar distances in the Honorverse:
Echos of Honor, Chapter 30 wrote:"Do you really think we can pull this off?" Everard Honeker asked very quietly. Lester Tourville almost gave a snort of laughter, but then he looked up with a much more serious expression as the people's commissioner's tone registered.
***Snip to Lester Tourville speaking to Everard Honeker***
"First of all, Sir, there are some substantial differences between Zanzibar and Yeltsin's Star. Zanzibar has a much larger population, but it's a largely agrarian world. The system's asteroid belts are richer than most, and it's developed a respectable extraction industry in the last thirty or so T-years, but it's primarily an exporter of raw materials—definitely still a third-tier economy. By this time, Yeltsin is at least second-tier, and I think an argument could be made for its rapidly approaching first-tier status. More to the point, the Zanzibar Navy is still essentially a sublight self-defense force which requires a substantial Manty picket for backup, whereas the Grayson Navy has turned Yeltsin into some kind of black hole for our ships."
Boldface is my emphasis.
Echos of Honor, Chapter 37 wrote:Despite the temperature setting, most of the people in Basilisk ACS' central control room were sweating hard as they tried to cope. The initial reaction of the merchant traffic awaiting transit had been confusion, promptly followed by a panic that was as inevitable as it was irrational. They were ten light-hours from the Peeps' obvious objective, and every hostile starship in the vicinity was headed for Medusa, which meant almost directly away from them. There was ample time to get every one of them through the Junction and safely out of harm's way, and even if there hadn't been, they were far outside the Basilisk hyper limit. The FTL sensor net would give plenty of warning if any of the Peeps turned around and headed this way, and it would be relatively simple to duck into hyper and vanish long before the enemy could possibly get here.
Those comforting reflections, however, did not appear to be foremost in the minds of the merchant skippers arguing vociferously with Michel Reynaud's controllers. Lieutenant Carluchi and her pinnaces had already been required to physically intervene to keep a big Andermani ore ship and a Solarian freighter loaded with agricultural delicacies for the inner League worlds from jumping the queue.
Despite his fury with both skippers and a personal dislike for the Solarian League which had grown with each report of technology transfers to the Peeps, Reynaud could summon up rather more sympathy for the Solly than for the Andy. Asteroid ore was scarcely a perishable commodity, and the skipper's flight plan indicated he was on a fairly leisurely routing anyway. But while the Solly was less than two hours out of Sigma Draconis on a direct transit via the Junction, she would add over two T-months to her voyage just to reach Manticore the long way if she was forced to run for it in hyper. And her cargo was about as perishible as they came. Understanding the reasons for the woman's blustering anxiety hadn't made him any more patient with her, however, and he'd watched with satisfaction as Carluchi's pinnaces chivvied her ship back into line.
Italics are the author's, boldface and underlined text is my emphasis.