tlb; ThinksMarkedly,
I'm not really certain where the two navies were located in reference to each other and the planet. The Admiral's ships were hiding somewhere away from the planet I think. And the SLN's ships were headed towards the planet.
BTW, I also think we might not be on the same page about what constitutes the front and rear of the debris field . . .
ThinksMarkedly wrote:For pods launched while the ships were inertial but still intact, I'd expect the pods to quickly accelerate away to exactly be far enough from debris and the debris field if that gets created. But not too far, you don't want to be a very dark needle in a huge haystack of space, in case you're not rescued before your beacons go dark.
Aren't you describing pods which have a headstart, hence, are way ahead of the pack. . .of junk? The front of the pack?
I wouldn't think it mattered whether the ship was accelerating or decelerating. The velocity imparted upon the launched pods should always be greater than the velocity of the ships. I always imagined that a pod is shot out of the pod bay like a bat out of hell to escape the incoming missile storm and resulting debris. Which is why, I assume, that Relax feels they should have a compensator to protect the occupants from such a high imparted velocity.
Forgive me for such a simple analogy. But if five bullets are shot out of a nine millimeter and the sixth shot causes the gun to explode, the five bullets should be found far away from the fragments of the explosion which are bringing up the rear, certainly if the event happened in the vacuum of space. Regardless of whether the gun is accelerating or decelerating. What am I missing?
Admittedly, I may be operating under several flawed assumptions. Well, I know for a fact about one flawed assumption. Namely, I keep forgetting that pods are not simply ballistic craft. They have some capability to maneuver. I assume on thrusters?
That brings up more questions. One of them I asked in the
How to Abandon Ship thread. I don't recall it being answered. In a system which is inhabited, are the pods automatically launched towards the planet?
What, who, controls the steering? However, I don't think that is the case. Consider the following bit of broth taken from textev. The pods were drifting towards Gugunov's ships awaiting to be massacred. And their transponders are still active.
Depending on the geometry of the battle, I would expect the initial concern would be launching the pods the hell away from the melee. Which might not necessarily mean in the direction of the planet. The direction of the planet could mean adopting a vector which takes the pods right back into the path of the oncoming debris field . . .
“Yes, Sir,” Yountz replied. “But, Sir, if I may finish, I don’t have enough small craft to pick up the Manticoran survivors, as well. That’s why I thought the system authorities might—”
“Pick up the Manties?” Gogunov erupted. “What the fuck do I care about the goddammed Manties?”
“But the Deneb—”
“Screw the Deneb Accords!” Gogunov barked, and his fiery eyes took on a sudden, icy glitter. “But you’re right, Admiral. We can’t just leave them floating around out there, can we? And their drift velocity means they’ll enter Javelin range in about ten minutes.”
“Sir—” Haskell began, unable to keep the horror out of her voice. Firing on life pods was a violation of every rule of war. Surely he couldn’t intend to—
“Do you have hard locks on their transponders, Admiral?” Gogunov continued, ignoring her, his eyes locked with Yountz’s.
“Well, yes, Sir.” Yountz’s expression had gone totally blank. “On some, at least. Are you instructing me to fire on them when they enter Javelin range, Admiral Gogunov?”
Simply more broth . . .
Panic bubbled as he realized that was true. Despite that, his brain was starting to function once more, and he blinked again. If he couldn’t walk but he was moving anyway, that could only mean—
He moved his head, craning around to look up past his shoulder. The HUD on the inside of his helmet glared with angry red medical warnings, but he looked past them, ignoring their import, and his eyes narrowed.
Commander Ilkova’s left hand was locked on his skinsuit’s shouldermounted purchase point. Her right arm hung at her side, and that entire side of her own skinsuit was seared and blackened as if by fire and splashed with blood. There was a lot of that, but not hers, judging from her movements.
“Others?” he got out.
“We’re it, Sir,” the ops officer replied, and his eyes closed again in a
pain not of the flesh.
“What are—?”
“Flag Bridge’s life pods are gone,” she panted, dragging him down the passage in starbursts of excruciating pain. “So’s the lift.”
He frowned, trying to think through the sea of anguish. If the flag bridge’s pods were crippled and the lift was out, then she must be…
“CIC?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He shook his head. The Combat Information Center was as deeply buried as Flag Bridge. In fact, it was one deck farther down. It was also the only other compartment Ilkova could hope to reach that was fitted with the armored shafts through which a life pod could be launched. But getting there through this—the passage was clearly open to vacuum, judging by the thin haze of smoke racing along the overhead towards the hungry rents in Phantom’s hull, and God only knew what other damage there might be—would have been hard enough for someone who wasn’t encumbered and didn’t have a broken arm. Trying to drag him that far with only one working arm…
“Leave me,” he got out through the ragged bursts of pain.
“No, Sir,” she said flatly.
“Leave me!” he repeated. “Go see if…there’s anyone left…in CIC. If there is…you can…send back…a rescue party.”
“No, Sir.” Her voice was even flatter.
“I—”
“Attention all hands!”
Another voice drowned his out, blaring from the all-hands circuit. He recognized Tonová and felt a stir of surprise that Phantom’s captain was still alive. But the surprise vanished into something else an instant later.
“They’ve launched again,” Tonová said harshly. “We’ve got two minutes. Abandon ship. Everyone who can, abandon now!”
Flag Bridge's life pods are probably simply floating around, empty
as well.