Vince
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Quotes reordered due to embedding limit. Vince wrote:The very first evidence that there is a production problem leading to a shortage of remote FTL sensor platforms is a minimum of 4 years and 2 months after the attacks on Candor and Minnette. (Stalking Horse took place cJuly 1907 P.D., and the Battle of Adler took place October 3, 1911 P.D. Dates from Established dates throughout the Honor Harrington series.) Two books later, after the loss of Trevor's Star by the PRN to the RMN, when during the planning meeting for a sweep by Rear Admiral Tourville's forces (that eventually resulted in the Battle of Adler, followed by Prince Adrian's surrender and Honor's capture by the PRN), Citizen Captain Yuri Bogdanovich says: In Enemy Hands, Chapter 8 wrote:"Our current areas of interest are these three systems," he went on. "Sallah, Adler, and Micah. According to our latest intelligence dumps, the Manties have taken Adler and Micah, but we still hold Sallah. Unfortunately, the data on Sallah is over two weeks old, so with your permission, Citizen Commander Lowe and I recommend beginning our sweep there, then moving south to Adler and Micah before returning to Barnett."
***Snip to Citizen Commander Shannon Foraker speaking***
"First of all," the ops officer began, "we have to bear in mind that Manty tech systems are still better than ours across the board. On the other hand, they haven't been in possession of Adler or Micah long enough to have deployed their usual sensor platform network. Even if they had been, their operational patterns around Trevor's Star indicate their Sixth Fleet is short of platforms just now. That, at least, is NavInt's interpretation of their increased use of destroyers and light cruisers as perimeter pickets, and it makes sense to me, too. If they don't have enough sensor platforms, they'd have to cover the gaps with ships. I also think it's a fairly safe bet that if they're short at someplace as critical as Trevor's Star, they're probably even shorter in the much lower priority systems in our operational area. If they do have a sensor bottleneck, it's probably temporary, but until they get it fixed, it offers us a window of opportunity."
Johnathan_S wrote:I'd like to expand on this one small part of your lengthy and well taken post.
First, thanks for running down the text-ev on the FTL platform shortage. I think that the fact that they're starting to run short of platforms a few years later, after they've captured a bunch of new systems, doesn't tell us much about the availability of platforms prior to Stalking Horse. They could have been (and likely were) slowly building up the sensor nets of Alliance signatories from the moment they joined the Alliance right on up until Stalking Horse.
And, in my opinion (which ties back into the part of your post I snipped about being willing to use the capabilities that they have), deploying those platforms then as a force multiplier is a better use of them than stockpiling them for future emplacement in captured systems -- even systems as critical as Trevor's Star.
But after some of the platforms are blown during Stalking Horse, and Manticore captures a bunch of systesm, that's when they seem to have a shortage of FTL platforms. A production throughput problem. Due to replacement needs and new systems to defend they got a surge in demand without a corresponding surge in production capability. Leading to a (relatively) short term shortage.
Or at least it is short term because they have to halt their expansion and go into a phase of maintenance and refit, to prepare for the next offensive. That gives them time to get the platform deployments to play catch-up.
Yes, it took the RMN a minimum of 4 years and 2 months (or two books) after Stalking Horse (that's how much later the Battle of Adler was) before they started to run into FTL sensor platform shortages. cthia wrote:I appreciate the textev regarding the FTL platform shortage as well because the shortage is what fuelled my initial concerns and post. I was always under the impression that there was a shortage, even from the beginning.
Initially the shortage was intentional, the RMN didn't want to reveal the capability prematurely. Then the shortage became as a result of some problems with the design of the tech that needed ironing out. Then the shortage was as a result of a production bottleneck. In my head - throughout the series - the shortage persisted, for whatever reason.
That fact is what fuelled my post. I couldn't figure out why such an expensive and limited supply of critical platforms would be risked and employed on a second or third tier system (that would be inadequately defended to boot) of which I couldn't determine any militarily strategic or tactical benefits. (Albeit, any political benefits notwithstanding and not considered.)
I must add that I also got the impression that the platforms were limited in HotQ as well. During that lengthy battle IIRC, Honor ran out of the platforms. I think I recall her saying that she was down to her last one deployed. I remember thinking why so few are included on ship. I could be wrong about that. My point is that, all throughout the series the impression that these things didn't exactly grow on trees hung in the air.
The FTL sensor platforms (which were actually RDs) were not limited (at least in terms of numbers available to cover the system) in the The Honor of the Queen. They were range and bandwidth (data pulse rate) limited though: The Honor of the Queen, Chapter 22 wrote:“Admittedly, moving away from Grayson will open the threat window. We have, however, certain technical advantages we believe are unknown to Haven.” A stir went through the Graysons, and she felt Truman’s residual unhappiness beside her. What she proposed to describe to the Graysons was still on the Official Secrets List, and Truman had opposed its revelation. On the other hand, even Alice had to admit they didn’t have any choice but to use it, and that meant telling their allies about it. “Advantages, Captain?” Garret asked. “Yes, Sir. Commander McKeon is our expert on the system, so I’ll let him explain. Commander?” “Yes, Ma’am.” Alistair McKeon faced the Grayson officers. “What Captain Harrington refers to, gentlemen, is a newly developed reconnaissance drone. RDs have always played a role in our defensive doctrine, but like every surveillance system, light-speed data transmission has always limited the range/response time envelope. In essence, the RD can tell us someone’s coming, but if we’re too far out of position, we can’t respond in time.” He paused, and several heads nodded. “Our R&D people have been working on a new approach, however, and for the first time, we now have a limited FTL transmission capability.” “An FTL capability?” Calgary blurted, and he was far from alone in his astonishment, for the human race had sought a way to send messages faster than light for almost two thousand years. “Yes, Sir. Its range is too limited for anything other than tactical purposes—our best transmission radius is only about four light-hours at this time—but that’s quite enough to give us a marked advantage.” “Excuse me, Commander McKeon,” Admiral Matthews said, “but how does it work? If, that is,” he looked at Honor, “you can tell us without compromising your own security.” “We’d rather not go into details, Admiral,” Honor replied. “Less because of security, than because it’s too technical for a quick explanation.” “And,” Matthews grinned wryly, “because it’s probably too technical for our people to duplicate even if we understood the explanation.” Honor was appalled by his remark, but then a rumble of chuckles came from the other side of the table. She’d been afraid of stepping on sensitive toes by flaunting her ships’ technical superiority, but it seemed Matthews understood his people better than she did. And perhaps it was his way of telling her not to worry. “I imagine that’s true, Sir,” she said, smiling with the right side of her mouth, “at least until we bring you up to speed on molycircs and super-dense fusion bottles. Of course,” her smile grew, “once the treaty is signed, I expect your navy is going to get much nastier all around.” The Grayson chuckles were even louder this time, tinged with more than an edge of relief. She hoped they didn’t expect a God weapon to come out of her technological bag of tricks, but anything that bolstered their morale at this moment was well worthwhile, and she nodded for Alistair to continue. “Basically, Admiral,” he said, “it’s a reversion to old-fashioned Morse code. Our new-generation RDs carry an extra gravity generator which they use to create extremely powerful directional pulses. Since gravitic sensors are FTL, we have effective real-time receipt across their maximum range.” “That’s brilliant,” a captain with Office of Shipbuilding insignia murmured. Then he frowned. “And difficult, I’d imagine.” “It certainly is,” McKeon said feelingly. “The power requirement is enormous—our people had to develop an entire new generation of fusion plants to pull it off—and that’s only the first problem. Designing a pulse grav generator and packing it into the drone body came next. As you can probably imagine, it uses up a lot more mass than a drive unit, and it was a monster to engineer. And there are certain fundamental limitations on the system. Most importantly, it takes time for the generator to produce each pulse without burning itself out, which places an insurmountable limit on the data transmission speed. At present, we can only manage a pulse repetition rate of about nine-point-five seconds. Obviously, it’s going to take us a while to transmit any complex messages at that rate.” “That’s true,” Honor put in, “but what we propose to do is program the onboard computers to respond to the most likely threat parameters with simple three or four-pulse codes. They’ll identify the threat’s basic nature and approach in less than a minute. The drones can follow up with more detailed messages once we’ve started responding.” “I see.” Matthews nodded quickly. “And with that kind of advance warning, we can position ourselves to cut them off short of optimum launch range against the planet.” “Yes, Sir.” Honor nodded to him, then looked at Admiral Garret. “More than that, Admiral, we’ll have time to build an intercept vector that lets us stay with them instead of finding ourselves with a base velocity so low as to give us only a limited engagement time before they break past us.”
Immediately following this conversation, the Masadan's base on Blackbird moon is revealed, followed by the Battle of Blackbird. The battle results in: The Honor of the Queen, Chapter 24 wrote:Captain Harrington and her officers started to rise as Admiral Matthews walked through the hatch, but he waved them back, embarrassed by their deference after all they’d done. He nodded to Commander Brentworth and noticed that Harrington’s Marine officers were also present. “Thank you for coming, Admiral,” Harrington said. “I know how busy you must have been.” “Not with anything my chief of staff and flag captain can’t handle,” Matthews said, waving away her thanks. “How bad are your own damages, Captain?” “They could have been worse, but they’re bad enough, Sir.” Her slurred soprano was grim. “Apollo’s impellers are undamaged, but she has almost two hundred dead and wounded, her port broadside is down to a single laser, and her starboard sidewall is beyond repair out of local resources.” Matthews winced. He had far more casualties, and his entire navy had been reduced to two cruisers—one of which, Glory, was badly damaged—and eleven LACs, but it was the Manticoran vessels which truly mattered. Everyone in this room knew that. “Fearless got off more lightly,” Harrington went on after a moment. “We’ve lost our long-range gravitics, but our casualties were low, all things considered, and our main armament, radar, and fire control are essentially intact. Troubadour has another twenty dead, and she’s down two tubes and her Number Five Laser. She’s also lost most of her long-range communications, but her sensor suite is undamaged. I’m afraid Apollo is out of it, but between them, Fearless and Troubadour are still combat effective.”
The loss of Fearless's gravitics made Fearless reliant on Apollo Troubadour to read the grav-pulses from the FTL RDs (acting as FTL sensor platforms). At the conclusion of the Battle of Blackbird, but before the Masadan ground base on Blackbird moon was assaulted, the FTL RD net had been put into position: The Honor of the Queen, Chapter 24 wrote:“Agreed, Sir,” Honor said quietly, “but your freighters have deployed our recon drones, and Troubadour and Apollo still have the gravitic sensors to read their transmissions. Should the other Peep return, we should have enough warning to get under way and intercept him with Fearless and Troubadour, particularly since he’s most likely to be headed for Blackbird, anyway. As for the threat to Madrigal’s survivors,” the living side of her face hardened, “I’m very much afraid it’s lower than the danger to them if we don’t go in. Our information on their treatment is limited but disquieting. Under the circumstances, any reasonable risk to get them out quickly has to be considered acceptable. And, despite Major Ramirez’s deprecation of his battle plan, I have great faith in him and in his people.” She met Matthews’ eyes squarely. “Given the information we have, I believe this is the very best we can do. I’d like your permission to try it.”
After the Masadan ground base on Blackbird moon had been taken, and the few surviving Manticoran prisoners rescued, Captain Alice Truman in Apollo pulled out for Manticore to sound the alarm and bring back the relief force, leaving Fearless relying on Troubadour for all gravitic FTL detection, both directly observable from the ship and the grav-pulses from the FTL RD network emplaced in the Yeltsin's Star system: The Honor of the Queen, Chapter 28 wrote:Ten minutes later, she stood on her own bridge, watching the direct vision display as Apollo broke Blackbird orbit. The light cruiser’s damage was hideously apparent in her mangled flanks, but she drove ahead at five hundred and two gravities, and Honor made herself look away. She’d done all she could to summon help, yet she knew, deep at the core of her, that if help were truly needed, it would arrive too late. She felt her tired muscles listing under Nimitz’s weight and made herself straighten as she switched the optical pickups to the surface of Blackbird. A time display clicked downward with metronome precision, and the visual dimmed suddenly as it hit zero. A huge, silent boil of white-hot light erupted from the frigid surface, swelling and expanding in the blink of an eye, and she heard her bridge crew’s barely audible growl as it wiped away every trace of the Masadan base. Honor watched for a moment longer, then reached up to rub Nimitz’s ears and spoke without looking away from the dying explosion. “All right, Steve. Take us out of here.” The moon fell away from her, and she turned from the display at last as Troubadour formed up on her ship. They were together again—her entire remaining squadron, she thought, and tried to shake the bitterness of the reflection. She was tired. That was all. “How’s our com link to Troubadour, Joyce?” she asked. “It’s solid, Ma’am, as long as we don’t get too far away from her.” “Good.” Honor glanced at her com officer, wondering if her question made her sound a prey to anxiety. And then she wondered if perhaps she sounded that way because she was. Metzinger was a good officer. She’d tell her if there were any problems. But with her own gravitic sensors down, Fearless could no longer receive FTL transmissions from the recon drones mounting guard against Thunder of God’s return. Her ship was as one-eyed as she was, and without Troubadour’s gravitics to do her seeing for her . . .
And as for the numbers of FTL RDs that were in use and being monitored by Troubadour because Fearless's gravitics were out: The Honor of the Queen, Chapter 31 wrote:“What is it, Andy?” “RD Niner-Three just picked up a hyper footprint at extreme range, Ma’am, right on the fifty light-minute mark.” Honor felt the right side of her face turn as masklike as the left. A crack yawned in her serenity, but she schooled herself into calm. At that range, there was time. “Details?” “All we’ve got so far is the alert sequence. Troubadour’s standing by to relay the rest of the transmission as it comes in, but—" He paused as someone said something Honor couldn’t quite catch, then looked back at his captain. “Scratch that, Skipper. Commander McKeon says Niner-Two is coming in now, reporting a low-powered wedge moving across its range. Niner-Three has the same bogey and makes it right on the ecliptic. Looks like they’re heading around the primary to sneak up on Grayson from behind.” Honor nodded while her mind raced. That kind of course meant it could only be the Masadans, but they knew Masada still had at least one other hyper-capable ship, so it wasn’t necessarily the battlecruiser either. And with Fearless’s gravitics down, she couldn’t read the drones’ FTL pulses direct, which meant she couldn’t send Troubadour out to check without losing her real-time link to her main tactical sensors.
And: The Honor of the Queen, Chapter 32 wrote:“RD One-Seven reports another drone launch, Captain.” “Projected course?” “Like the others, Ma’am. They’re sweeping a sixty-degree cone in front of Saladin. There’s no sign of anything on their flanks.” “Thank you, Carol.” Honor was already turning towards her com link and missed the ensign’s smile of pleasure at the use of her first name. “You’re our resident expert,” she told the face on her small screen. “How likely are they to pick up the grav pulses?” “Almost certain to, now that they’re inside our drone shell,” McKeon replied promptly, “but I doubt they’ll figure them out. Until Admiral Hemphill got involved, no one on our side thought it was possible, after all.”
***Snip***
“Sir! Sword Simonds!” Simonds whipped around at Lieutenant Ash’s excited cry. “Two impeller sources, Sir! They just popped up out of nowhere!”
***Snip to helm orders for Saladin***
“Come eighty degrees to starboard and increase acceleration to four hundred eighty gravities!”
***Snip***
Simonds caught himself dry-washing his hands in his lap and made himself stop. Thunder had held his new heading and acceleration for over seventy minutes while the Harlot’s handmaiden followed along in his wake, but Harrington was making no bid to overtake. She was letting Thunder make up velocity on her, despite the fact that her smaller ships had higher maximum acceleration rates, and that was more than merely ominous. The range had opened to over twenty-four and a half light-minutes, yet Harrington knew exactly where they were. Thunder was able to see Fearless only through the drones Ash had deployed astern, but there was no sign of Manticoran drones. Unless Harrington’s sensors were even better than Yu had believed, she shouldn’t be able to see them at all, yet she’d adjusted to every course alteration he made! The implied technical superiority was as frightening as it was maddening, but the critical point was that he couldn’t lose her and come in undetected on a new vector . . . and she’d already pushed him clear beyond the asteroid belt, far outside Grayson’s orbit. No wonder she was content to let him run! He’d wasted precious time trying to evade someone who could see every move he made, and by the time he killed his present velocity and came back into missile range—assuming she let him—over six hours would have passed since he’d first detected her.
The above quotes suggests that at least 93 FTL capable RDs were emplaced in the Yeltsin's Star system. During the second missile engagement, Fearless lost her aft impeller ring (damaged control runs), her communication section was destroyed, and Troubadour was also destroyed, effectively blinding Fearless FTL (she still had light-speed sensors): The Honor of the Queen, Chapter 33 wrote:It was Fearless’s turn now. Damage alarms screamed like tortured women as the first Masadan broadside lashed her, and Honor tore her mind away from the horror and pain of Troubadour’s death. She couldn’t think about that, couldn’t let herself be paralyzed by the friends who’d just died. “Hotel-Eight, Helm!” she ordered, and her soprano voice was a stranger’s, untouched by anguish or self-hate. “We’ve lost the control runs to the after ring, Skipper!” Commander Higgins reported from Damage Central. “We’re down to two-sixty gees!” “Get those impellers back for me, James.” “I’ll try, but we’re shot clean through at Frame Three-Twelve, Skipper. It’s going to take at least an hour just to run replacement cable.” Fearless twisted again as a fresh laser gouged deep. “Direct hit on the com section!” Lieutenant Metzinger’s voice was ugly with loss. “None of my people got out, Skipper. None of them!”
***Snip***
“Go to rapid fire on all tubes!” Honor’s eye was locked on the com link to Troubadour, and the live side of her face was sick as she heard the tidal wave of damage reports washing over Alistair’s bridge. Ammunition or no, she had to draw Saladin’s fire from Troubadour before it was too- The com link suddenly went dead, and her eye whipped to the visual display in horror as Troubadour’s back broke like a stick and the destroyer’s entire after third exploded like a sun. Fearless's damage, in addition to the loss of Troubadour: The Honor of the Queen, Chapter 34 wrote:Honor Harrington listened to the reports and forced the living side of her face to hide her desperation. Fearless’s communications section had been blotted away, rendering her deaf and dumb, but there was more than enough internal bad news. A quarter of her crew was dead or wounded, and Commander Brentworth had found a job at last. The Grayson officer manned the damage control net from the bridge, releasing Lieutenant Allgood, Lieutenant Commander Higgins’ senior assistant, for other work, and Higgins needed him badly. Fearless’s entire after impeller ring was down, and her starboard broadside was reduced to a single graser and eight missile tubes. Almost worse, the combination of damaged magazines and seven minutes of maximum-rate fire had reduced her to less than a hundred missiles, and her sensors had been savagely mauled. Half her main radar, both secondary fire control arrays, and two-thirds of her passive sensors were gone. She could still see her enemy, but her best acceleration was barely a third of Saladin’s until Higgins’ vac-suited engineers restored her after impeller ring (if they could), and even then, she’d lost so many nodes she’d be down to barely two-point-eight KPS2. If the battlecruiser’s captain guessed the truth, he could easily pull out and lose her. He’d already reopened the range to almost ninety-four million kilometers; if he opened it another two light-minutes, Honor wouldn’t even be able to find him, much less fight him, without Troubadour to relay from the recon drones. Fearless is lamed, with fully blinded FTL and partially blinded light-speed sensors. Saladin was also severely damaged in terms of sensor capability, both gravitics (FTL) and normal sensors as a result of the two previous missile engagements with Honor's forces. You will note that in all of the above quotes, the only limitation on the FTL RDs was transmission range (4 light hours) and data pulse rate (very slow using Morse code). No other limitation on the FTL RDs was given. And definitely no mention of insufficient numbers of FTL RDs available to Honor, even after the loss of Madrigal--lost before the FTL capability was revealed to the Graysons. The only other limitation was that Fearless's gravitics were out, leaving her completely reliant on Troubadour for both direct FTL detection and reports from the FTL RDs. And once Troubadour was destroyed, Fearless was completely without FTL detection and reception capability.
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