But the Powers That Be felt—correctly, I think—that
Understanding flickered in the eyes of all three newcomers. The Unicorn Belt was the innermost—and richest—of Manticore-B's three asteroid belts, and the Hauptman Cartel's Gryphon Minerals, Ltd., subsidiary owned about thirty percent of it outright, with long-term leases on another third. The cartel had built enormous extraction centers and smelters to service its mining operations, and there had been persistent rumors even before the war that Hauptman Yards, Ltd., the shipbuilding unit of the mighty cartel, had been using its Unicorn Yard to build experimental Navy units well away from prying eyes. And the Jankowski Cartel, though far smaller than Hauptman's, was highly specialized and a major player in the Navy's R&D operations in its own right.
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The dark-haired woman cocked an eyebrow and Truman showed her teeth.
'You have a reputation as a real hotshot at missile tactics, Commander, and I understand you spent six months attached to Project Ghost Rider. Is that correct?'
Stackowitz hesitated a moment, then nodded.
'Yes, Ma'am, I did,' she said. 'But that entire project is very tightly classified. I don't know if I should, well—' She gestured apologetically to the other officers present, and Truman nodded back at her.
'Your caution is admirable, Commander, but these gentlemen will become quite familiar with Ghost Rider over the next few weeks. For our sins, we're slated to play test bed for the first fruits of
'Yes, Ma'am.'
'As for you, Lieutenant Gearman,' Truman went on, turning to the tanned engineer, 'you're slated for the squadron engineer's slot in Gold Squadron. That's the command element for the wing, and I imagine you'll be serving as Captain Harmon's engineer aboard Gold One, as well. That seems to be the way things are shaping up, at any rate.'
'Yes, Ma'am.' Gearman nodded sharply, thoughts already whirring behind his eyes as he contemplated his new, totally unexpected assignment.
'And as for you, Lieutenant Takahashi,' Truman went on, fixing the junior-grade lieutenant with a stern eye, 'you're slated as Gold One's helmsman. From what I've seen of your record, I expect you'll be playing a major part in setting up the basic software for the simulators, as well, and I strongly advise you
'Yes, Ma'am! I mean, no, Ma'am. Of course not!' Takahashi said quickly, but he also grinned hugely at the thought of the marvelous new toys the Navy was going to let him play with, and Truman glanced up at Commander Haughton. The exec only shook his head in resignation, and she laughed mentally at his expression as he contemplated the beatifically smiling young lieutenant.
'All right,' Truman said more briskly, recapturing her audience's attention, 'here's what our LACs will look like.'
She punched more buttons, and
The most immediately obvious point about it was that, except for the absence of anything remotely like an airfoil, the sharp-prowed vessel looked more like an enormously overgrown pinnace than a normal LAC, for it lacked the flared, hammerhead bow and stern of all impeller-drive warships. The next point to penetrate was that it had absolutely no broadside weapons bays—or point defense stations. But perhaps the most astounding point of all almost sneaked past unnoticed, for the vessel in that holo image had only half as many impeller nodes as it should have. No LAC was hyper-capable, so there had never been any need to fit them with the alpha nodes of true starships. But for over six centuries, a full strength drive ring for any impeller warship had mounted sixteen beta nodes. Everyone knew that.
Except that this LAC didn't. There were only eight nodes in each of its rings, although they looked a little larger than they should have been.
'This, people,' Truman said, gesturing once more with the light-pointer, 'is the lead unit of the
Gearman sucked in sharply at that. Not surprisingly, Truman thought. Chase energy weapons were always among the most powerful any warship carried, but the graser she had just described had an aperture fifty-six percent greater than chasers mounted in most light cruisers twice her size. But she'd heard the same reaction from someone in almost every group she'd briefed on the new LACs, and she ignored the sound of surprise and continued in that same Saganami Island voice.
'The power of this weapon is made possible because it is the only offensive energy weapon she mounts, because her missile armament has been substantially downsized, because her impeller node mass has been cut by forty-seven percent, and because her crew is even smaller than that normally assigned to a LAC. Her entire complement will consist of only ten people, which allows a major reduction in life support tonnage. In addition, her normal reactor mass bunkerage has been omitted.'
She paused, and Gearman looked at her with a very strange expression. She only waited, and finally he shook his head.
'Excuse me, Ma'am. Did you say her bunkerage had been
'Aside from that required for her reaction thrusters, yes,' Truman confirmed.
'But—' Gearman paused, then shrugged and took the plunge. 'In that case, Ma'am, just what does she use to fuel her fusion plant?'
'She doesn't have one,' Truman told him simply. 'She uses a fission pile.'
Three sets of eyebrows flew up as one, and Truman smiled thinly. Humanity had abandoned fission power as soon as reliable fusion plants became available. Not only had fusion posed less of a radiation danger, but hydrogen was one hell of a lot easier and safer (and cheaper) than fissionables to process. And, Truman knew, Old Earth's Neo-Luddite lunatics, who'd been doing their level best to abolish the very concept of technology as somehow inherently evil about the time fusion power first came along, had managed to brand fission power with the number of the beast as