cthia wrote:Dauntless wrote:hard to say.
CL fearless was instrumental in stopping an attempt to seize bassilisk and its terminus of the junction, very likely making the later war much more winnable. Of its history before Honor took command we know nothing beyond it was old and had seen a lo of light years.
CA Fearless we have a slightly better idea, it spent its first couple of years after commission, pirate hunting and convoy duty. Then the events in yeltsin, again stopping peeps from securing advantageous astrographic position or fanatical ally and cementing an alliance that has brought a navy roughly half as strong (arguably more given their starting point) as the RMN to their side in numerous battles for the last 20 years.
if we go off straight tonnage destroyed, then given the CL fearless destroyed an 8 m-ton q-ship, it has a major lead over its heavy cruiser cousin
CA fearless killed a few pirates (wasn't there something about a privater squadron?) a peep sultan class BC, and a peep destroyer but that is only a bout a 100 Ktons which is minor. given the lack of detail about exactly how many pirate ships destroyed then CL fearless has a huge lead. even more so given that fearless has never again appeared in any form after yelstin
Fair enough.
This is what I imagine Fearless's old age Scotty would say about his beloved Fearless - CL 56.
"She was old and retarded. I mean '
burp' she was handicapped and her
Commander was retarded. Her armament was gutted and our sweet Honor here told us to lay in an intercept course for a Q-ship. A Q-ship! We were a gutted pinto on a course to intercept a freight train and force it
force it mind you to stop! We were all like, 'if we catch your damn train Skipper, what do we do with it?!?' We said we'd follow her to Hell and I be damn if it isn't where she took us as soon as we broke orbit! Pound for pound that Fearless had balls of Battle Steel -- and our captain
collected balls!" lol
Scotty wouldn't say that. Remeber he wasn't there when CL
Fearless went up against the Q-ship
Sirius, he was busy piloting a pinnace that was dropping the Marines (and supporting them) in on the Medusan uprising on-planet (Basilisk).
On Basilisk Station, Chapter 32 wrote:And then there had been the long voyage home. The long, slow voyage that had seemed to crawl, for Fearless's communications had been out. There was no way to tell Dame Estelle or the Admiralty what had happened, who had won, or the price her people had paid. Not until Fearless limped brokenly back into Medusa orbit thirteen hours after she'd left it and a white-faced Scotty Tremaine brought his pinnace alongside her air-bleeding wreck.
Italics are the author's.
Now Samuel Webster already said something like that:
The Short Victorious War, Chapter 6 wrote:"I know I'm making you uncomfortable, Samuel, but you're the only member of my staff who's actually met her, and—" The admiral waved his hand, unwilling to explain the reason for his concern, and Webster sighed.
"In that case, Admiral, all I can say is that she's the best," he said finally. "We had some serious problems when they banished us to Basilisk, and the Captain—well, she dealt with them, Sir, and I never heard her raise her voice once while she did it. You know what Basilisk Station used to be like, and we weren't exactly the best crew anyone ever gave a captain, either. Not when we arrived. But, by God, Admiral, we were when we left!"
Sarnow leaned back, surprised by Webster's vehemence, and the com officer looked away before he went on.
"The Captain gets the best out of her people—sometimes more than they ever guessed they could give—and I don't really think it's anything she does. It's who she is, Sir. You trust her. You know she'll never let you down, and when the shit hits the fan, you know she'll get you out of it if anyone can. I'm a com officer, not a tac specialist, but I saw enough in Basilisk to realize how good she really is. I don't know if you've been briefed on just how BuShips butchered our armament, Admiral, but we were so far out of our league it was pitiful. We all knew that from the start, but the Captain took us in anyway. The Peeps smashed us into a wreck, Sir—three-quarters of our people were dead or wounded, but she kept right on coming, and somehow she took them out. I don't know if anyone else could have done it, but she did."
The lieutenant commander's voice was soft, almost inaudible in the quiet cabin, and he stared down at his hands.
"We blamed her for getting us sent to Basilisk when we first arrived. It wasn't her fault, but that didn't change the way we felt, and it showed. But by the time it all broke loose, we would have followed her into Hell. In fact, I guess that's just about what we did . . . and we'd do it again."
Webster blushed at his own intensity. "I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know if that's what you wanted to know, but—" He shrugged almost helplessly.
Italics are the author's.