SWM wrote:Somtaaw wrote:-- to address everyone hopping on the bandwagon of shooting down the evac design, please enlighten me as to how YOU have a better idea, instead of just jumping the bandwagon of bashing on a n00b too stupid to touch this obviously well beaten horse.
People have already done given a better idea. It would be cheaper, require less manpower, require little or no modification, require less maintenance, and would have a higher capacity to use an old freighter, or perhaps an old military transport. An evacuation vehicle does not require high speeds--remember that they
were using a freighter to evacuate Hancock. Nor does it require defenses. No evacuation ship is going to endanger thousands of non-combat passengers by engaging in combat--if it is cornered and challenged, it will drop its wedge.
Your memory is playing tricks on you.
Operation Carry Out (the evacuation from Hancock Station in The Short Victorious War) was carried out by minelayers with military drives/compensators:
The Short Victorious War, Chapter 28 wrote:"I see." Sarnow rubbed his mustache again, then nodded. "All right, let's do it. Samuel, inform the minelayers' senior officer that I want his field laid ninety-eight million klicks out. And—" the admiral's green eyes slipped, almost against their will, toward Honor "—further inform him that he is to execute Carry Out as soon as he's done that."
"Aye, aye, Sir." This time Webster's response was audible over the com, and Honor caught Sarnow's gaze and nodded slightly, acknowledging the sense of his orders. Operation Carry Out would remove all the noncombatants the minelayers could cram aboard from the base. It would only be about fifty percent of the total base personnel—and wouldn't include Paul Tankersley—but there was no point pretending they had any other option. Eight battlecruisers couldn't possibly stop the firepower accelerating toward them.
The Short Victorious War, Chpater 29 wrote:"Argus is reporting something, Sir."
Rollins stopped pacing to dart a quick look at Captain Holcombe. The chief of staff was bent over Captain Santiago's shoulder, watching the ops officer's display, and the admiral made himself wait without comment while the data coalesced.
"Five ships, Sir," Holcombe said finally. "Acceleration about four-point-niner KPS squared. They're on the far side of the inner system, headed directly away from the Manty base—and Admiral Chin—toward the hyper limit." He glanced at a time readout. "Transmission lag is about thirty-three minutes from the platforms that picked them up, Sir."
"IDs?"
"They're pretty big, Sir," Santiago replied. "Pulling that accel, they're probably battlecruisers, but there's no way to confirm that."
"Escorts?"
"No sign of any, Sir."
"I see." Rollins stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets and resumed his pacing. Five probable battlecruisers headed away. It made sense, especially if the defenders had been completely surprised. They couldn't possibly have crammed the base's entire personnel aboard that few ships, but if they'd had to respond to an emergency and organize an evacuation on the fly to get out what they could, the timing was about right. Only where were their escorts?
Boldface is my emphasis.