cthia wrote:cthia wrote:I always wondered what happens to civilian vessels caught in-system when a surprise attack comes hypering in.
Is there like a neutral zone in each system? I wouldn't want to be caught between two opponents, missiles flying, ships and fleets maneuvering.
What is the proper protocol?
A related afterthought.
The memorable passage of Abigail standing on a balcony watching pinpricks of light during Honor's defense of Grayson always drew a hmm from me.
It seems that civil defense sirens would be blaring all over each city and underground shelters would be a norm. Orbital debris you see,
at least.
2nd Yeltsin took place light minutes away from Grayson, even when
Thunder of God was closest to the planet at the end of the battle where it was destroyed. Most of the battle was much farther away.
There was considerable discussion on the forums as to whether Abigail could even see the nuclear warheads detonating with the naked eye. As I recall, the consensus was she could, if only barely.
Even when
Thunder of God (
Saladin) went straight for Grayson at the end of the maneuvering for position during the battle,
Fearless was able to intercept well short of the planet.
The Honor of the Queen, Chapter 34 wrote:“He’s changing course, Skipper.”
Honor looked up quickly at Cardones’ report, and her blood ran cold. Saladin’s captain had made up his mind. He was no longer maneuvering against Fearless; instead, he’d shaped his course directly for Grayson, and his challenge was obvious.
She sat very still for a moment, mind racing as she tried to find an answer, but there was none, and she cleared her throat.
“Put me through to Commander Higgins, Mark,” she said quietly.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Brentworth replied. There was a brief pause, then a strained voice spoke over her intercom.
“Higgins,” it said.
“James, this is the Captain. How much longer on those control runs?”
“Another ten minutes, Ma’am. Maybe a bit less.”
“I need them now,” Honor told him flatly. “Saladin is coming back.”
There was a moment of silence, and the chief engineer’s voice was equally flat when he replied. “Understood, Ma’am. I’ll do what I can.”
Honor turned her chair to face Stephen DuMorne.
“Assume we get our remaining after impellers back in ten minutes. Where can we intercept Saladin?”
She felt her bridge crew flinch at the word “intercept,” but DuMorne only bent over his console, then looked back up at her.
“On that basis, we can make a zero-range intercept one-five-two million klicks short of the planet in just over one-five-seven minutes, Ma’am. Velocity at intercept will be two-six-zero-six-eight KPS.” He cleared his throat. “We’ll enter missile range eleven minutes before intercept.”
Italics are the author's, boldface is my emphasis.
152,000,000 kilometers ~= 507 light seconds (8 light minutes and 27 seconds)