Chimeraguard
We do deserve to exist.
Wouldn't it be better split off one of the Escort Carriers for the 4th then? At least to make sure they have some degree of organic strike craft cover, since the 3rd already has an Escort Carrier.
Blood, Sweat, and Tears (WH40k Design Bureau)
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one more change to my plan:
withe the cruiser launching this turn i am building one less sparta for our fleet and use the 38M i was spending on that on:
-[] Incomplete Spatha Frigates for Yttreum x2 (30M)
--[] Spatha-class hull, merchant engines, sensors, warp, essential life support barracks
-[] Hive army
-Foot Infantry (2M) , Void Infantry (1M) , Elite Infantry (0M), Armor (1M)
-[] Crusade Siege Army
-Foot Infantry (2M), Heavy Artillery (0M), Sappers (0M), Additional Foot Infantry (0M)
and more shells for our cannons.
As there is a ground war going on so the void army might not be enough reinforcements for there.
withe the cruiser launching this turn i am building one less sparta for our fleet and use the 38M i was spending on that on:
-[] Incomplete Spatha Frigates for Yttreum x2 (30M)
--[] Spatha-class hull, merchant engines, sensors, warp, essential life support barracks
-[] Hive army
-Foot Infantry (2M) , Void Infantry (1M) , Elite Infantry (0M), Armor (1M)
-[] Crusade Siege Army
-Foot Infantry (2M), Heavy Artillery (0M), Sappers (0M), Additional Foot Infantry (0M)
and more shells for our cannons.
As there is a ground war going on so the void army might not be enough reinforcements for there.
I did. The escort carrier currently in the 3rd is getting transferred.
Also: Tech suggestion, although we probably won't want to do it without doing Macrocannon Shell Manufacturing first:
(Weapon) Long-Barrel Macrocannon Battery Mk1: In an effort to match the range of standard Imperial Navy macrocannons, this battery sports several modifications. First, it fires smaller shells at a much higher velocity in an effort to simplify long-range targetting, ideally with minimal reduction in damage output. Second, the great engines that aim the cannons are fitted with variable gearing, allowing them to make precise fine adjustments. Lastly, the predictive aiming cogitators are upgraded to consider not only the target's position, velocity, and current acceleration, but also its observed maneuverability, allowing the crew to aim shots at places the target might try to dodge to.
We should just design Mk2 macrocannons. Simpler and more effective.
Happerry
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The idea behind the upgraded ammo design is that it'll help all our current guns without needing another refit cycle.
Personally I think it'd be a good idea to do both, but design actions tend to be fiercely contested by other ideas, otherwise I'd have gotten a Disruption Lance (and maybe a Melta Lance) through by now.
I'm totally with you on that, but we also need to make space for new auspex.
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Chimeraguard
We do deserve to exist.
[x] Plan Showdown Preparation v3
Vote will be called in 18 hours now that people seem to mostly be quibbling over details.
I got a question, how much space hangar on battleship would have?
Two or three times as many as a Cruiser scale module.
Broadside hangar have 6 squadrons, therefore module would carry 12-18 squadrons!
Assuming our hypotetical super-carrier have three weapon slots it would be 36-54 squadrons. Which is several times over our whole current carrier capability. And costs like cruiser.
If you mean instead of long-barrel macrocannons, that would be more likely to get us a damage upgrade than a range upgrade. That might be a better choice, but range is worth considering.
Battleships are huge. Representing a monumental outlay of resources and are terrifyingly powerful from simple scale.
Though, carriers typically launch in waves rather than all at once. At least when they can.
I personaly think we should do Mk2 for range and shells for damage.
Happerry
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I'd still prefer to look into Particle Batteries for a range upgrade, but that's also because I want to keep advancing down that techline so it's easier to make disruption or melta lances later. Or plasma batteries.
Thus an example of 'design actions are greatly contested because everyone has a good idea for them and it is hard to agree on which idea is best'.
I mean, we really need new auspex, our current have only medium range. We can hit farther than we can see!
What do you mean? None of our weapons have long range, unless you're counting the IN lance we have sitting around.
Sir_Travelsalot
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Our torpedoes technically have longer range than that.
Are we actually firing those at medium range? I thought they had their own target acquisition.
Torpedoes are a bit special as they have terminal guidance measured in void battle ranges.
Hmm, you right, I checked, our lance have only medium range. My bad.
Thats significantly lessens the problem.
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Happerry
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They do, yah. My understanding is that the primary issue of torpedo range is torpedo acceleration, because the faster they go the farther away they can be shot without being at a real risk of 'the enemy makes a casual turn and ends up completely out of the torpedoes acquisition area'. Unless they're being shot with no intention of actually hitting and just to shape where the enemy is by forcing them to avoid the torpedoes' flight paths, which is also a thing that can happen.
Thermo-Cavitation Tinkering
I am actually not sure what the canonical color of the plasma that Calavar uses is, so I went with the color that IN ships in Battlefleet Gothic have. Hope that doesn't destroy the WSoD of anyone.
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Thermo-Cavitation Tinkering.
When you looked at it, there really weren't that many differences between nuclear reactors and the plasma ones that one Enginseer 225 Lak could see. After all, the primary way that a Plasma reactor inducted energy was through a fusion reaction. But then, that led to further questions about the way they classified things. There were a myriad of old and proven designs that used their orbiting stars as a source of fuel. Beautifully simple the concept might be, but did that make an engine that used a sun in such a manner a nuclear one due to the origins of it's fuel?
It was an interesting theological debate if nothing else the Tech-mechanic decided as he worked on his latest batch of thermo-cavitation shell.
Butchering the nascent plasma engines at their heart had once made him and his colleges feel queasy if not outright sicken. It was like crippling a saint except worse because afterwards you made it walk. Not being one to question his superiors, Lak worked without voicing his misgivings and indeed after a while even began seeing the morbid beauty in this work. It wasn't enough to simply stop at the middle of building these rather small plasma reactors, after all, it was about crippling them just right. The effect they were looking for, the one outlined in the senior Magos' test, was carefully cultivated by reducing the use of plasteel normally used in the construction of the reactors or even shells in favor of more primitively metal compositions. Mixed layers of various steels and tungstens led the eventual bubble of plasma to reach their infernal temperature at the targeted timescales. And the set up and placements of those layers, simple as they were, mattered.
The tech-priests in charged of processing the tungsten that they were getting from the "private" ventures that were characteristic of Calavan industry had been complaining all week long because their supplier had changed. With the change of supplier, so too had the types of Tungsten that they were getting and that was apparently an issue because the layers in the blueprints no longer matched. And that meant that they had to improvise. The word still tasted like ash in Lak's still existent biological tongue, but he couldn't deny that the whole situation evoked a thrill in him. At the very least, that problem sounded infinitely more interesting then the task HE had.
For Lak, as the Enginseer in charge of the plasma infusion in these deliberately badly designed reactors, really didn't have much else to do. Truth be told he didn't hate it, as he fully understood that even the smallest cog in a machine was of supreme importance and the necessity of his role was incredibly obvious beside. He really didn't wish plasma infusion was more interesting per se, as the only time that happened was when something went wrong and he still appreciated having a heart that didn't need to be replaced. Some day perhaps, but not yet. And it's not that he didn't love what he did, for he truly did love seeing machines come together in almighty praise of the Omnisiah. The problem was that it was altogether too quick.
"Plasma infusion" was perhaps a misnomer for what he did, but most lay people didn't have the cognizance to truly understand what a proper full title of his role was so they kept it short. Conversely The Mechanicus understood perfectly well and so a more detailed appellation was superfluous. When Lak inserted a meter long segmented cylinder into an open breach inside the heart of one of the plasma reactors, courtesy of his mechadendrite, he actually injected a noble gas into the chamber at room temperature, not plasma. Being a stable gas that wouldn't react with alloys that made up the chamber at high temperatures, the infusion itself wasn't dangerous; A leak would of course be a sin on his part, but it would not constitute a deadly one.
They used Xenon for the plasma as it was the easiest noble gas to render from the soil of Calavar, and it was this that gave the thermo-cavitation shells their sharp blue color as they exploded. This, coincidentally, helped to spot any leaks in the most dangerous step of Lek's role.
Which was testing.
Powering the magnets that lined the reactor chamber, the smell of ozone flooded the air as even through their shields the magnets managed to ionize the air. And if they were powerful enough for that, then they were powerful enough to rip apart the Xenon atoms inside the chamber and quickly heat it up to the point that it caused a fusion reaction. You can't get energy out of nothing, of course, so there would usually be some sort of radioactive material in the center of it all to leech from in the end product that would then maintain the reaction until it lost all of it's energy or the reactor cooled down. Lek only had to confirm that fusion had been reached without anything breaking and so he didn't need to have any at hand. Point in fact, he didn't need anything else for he was done at that point.
His job, in essence, was to inject Xenon in the required volume into a chamber and then briefly animate the reactor to make sure that it was working. And that was it.
In a normal plasma reactor, he would normally have to run the engines through various stress to make sure that they lived to the glory of the Omnisiah. This task required an eye for detail as even the most minute of flaws were catastrophic even if the tolerances of these reactors were infinitely more generous then those on man portable plasma weapons. But as these engines were designed to fail....his work was cut short to a previously unimagined degree. It was this that allowed them to be made into ordinances in a timely manner, but that left the Enginseer with as much as a minute between shells.
That was time his still human mind could use to pick up on the grave-vine of his colleges, and thus suffered impotent envy for his sinful lack of true attention. Shuttering with guilt, the enginseer tried to be productive in some manner even if he knew he truly couldn't. Pulling the data of the reactors that he was testing into his display, even though it was pointless, he went over the numbers to confirm that they were within the acceptable guidelines.
Wonders of wonders, why they were! Who would have thought!
But a part of him realized even as a reactor came into his work place and he set his mechadendrite to work that the numbers weren't the same.
It stood to reason, he supposed, that not even two knives made by the Fabricator general of Mars himself would ever be the exact same. Their precise atomic arrangement, by necessity, would at least be slightly different by an innumerable number of consideration not least of which was time. So Lek's beautifully butchered plasma engines were all unique in their little ways.
The plasma chamber of the plasma reactors had to both compress and inflate to control the temperature of the engines. Despite perfect like calibration, the numbers indicated that they didn't all compress and inflate to the exact same degree. This made the point of fusion be off by as many as one one thousandth of a second!
All perfectly within the guidelines, of course, but still a noticeable difference.
And that's when it struck him; They were still using the same amount of gas in their willingly failure-guaranteed reactors as they would on a normally working one.
It stood reason of course, that his superiors would base the numbers off of complete engines which is what they tested. The thermo-cavitation design, as it were, was centered around the amount of plasma that a normal reactor would have.
But the amount of plasma wasn't designed around the thermo-cavitation effect that they wanted.
On a whim, Lek waited for the brief activation of his current reactor to end and stared at the number in his screen. Instead of passing it on down the line like he should have, the enginseer cross referenced all his past numbers and drained the reactor of a slight amount of Xenon.
Then he powered the magnets again, with his eyes set on an emergency shut off that would vent the plasma inside the engine into an expanse below the factory before it could rapture the reactor, as the engine sparked to life....and reached fusion without exploding.
Turning it off before it could fail as it was intended to, Lek looked at his display again and the still human muscles in his face pulled it into a smile.
This blessed reactor had reached fusion point before the rest. It was by an minuscule amount, granted, but it appeared his hunch was right; Without as much gas to heat up, the magnets inducted the reaction in excess of the other reactors. He suspected that the amount was too small to maintain the reaction but, well, that wasn't what they were meant for, now where they?
It was probably a bell curve, the amount of gas needed in the chamber to achieve prime fusion before it was too small an amount to reach it at all. And the slight difference in the sizes and tolerances of each Plasma chamber moved the curve with them. But oh, wasn't that always the way? The Omnisiah hid secrets within secrets.
One Engineseer 255 Lek returned to his work with a new zeal, finally seeing how to maximize his productivity. As he fired up and tested each new small reactor before putting in what he was quickly judging to be the "correct" amount for their tolerances, he couldn't help but wonder:
His butchered children now had bigger teeth, but was that a warning against his innovation?
Or was it a reward?
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Thermo-Cavitation Tinkering.
When you looked at it, there really weren't that many differences between nuclear reactors and the plasma ones that one Enginseer 225 Lak could see. After all, the primary way that a Plasma reactor inducted energy was through a fusion reaction. But then, that led to further questions about the way they classified things. There were a myriad of old and proven designs that used their orbiting stars as a source of fuel. Beautifully simple the concept might be, but did that make an engine that used a sun in such a manner a nuclear one due to the origins of it's fuel?
It was an interesting theological debate if nothing else the Tech-mechanic decided as he worked on his latest batch of thermo-cavitation shell.
Butchering the nascent plasma engines at their heart had once made him and his colleges feel queasy if not outright sicken. It was like crippling a saint except worse because afterwards you made it walk. Not being one to question his superiors, Lak worked without voicing his misgivings and indeed after a while even began seeing the morbid beauty in this work. It wasn't enough to simply stop at the middle of building these rather small plasma reactors, after all, it was about crippling them just right. The effect they were looking for, the one outlined in the senior Magos' test, was carefully cultivated by reducing the use of plasteel normally used in the construction of the reactors or even shells in favor of more primitively metal compositions. Mixed layers of various steels and tungstens led the eventual bubble of plasma to reach their infernal temperature at the targeted timescales. And the set up and placements of those layers, simple as they were, mattered.
The tech-priests in charged of processing the tungsten that they were getting from the "private" ventures that were characteristic of Calavan industry had been complaining all week long because their supplier had changed. With the change of supplier, so too had the types of Tungsten that they were getting and that was apparently an issue because the layers in the blueprints no longer matched. And that meant that they had to improvise. The word still tasted like ash in Lak's still existent biological tongue, but he couldn't deny that the whole situation evoked a thrill in him. At the very least, that problem sounded infinitely more interesting then the task HE had.
For Lak, as the Enginseer in charge of the plasma infusion in these deliberately badly designed reactors, really didn't have much else to do. Truth be told he didn't hate it, as he fully understood that even the smallest cog in a machine was of supreme importance and the necessity of his role was incredibly obvious beside. He really didn't wish plasma infusion was more interesting per se, as the only time that happened was when something went wrong and he still appreciated having a heart that didn't need to be replaced. Some day perhaps, but not yet. And it's not that he didn't love what he did, for he truly did love seeing machines come together in almighty praise of the Omnisiah. The problem was that it was altogether too quick.
"Plasma infusion" was perhaps a misnomer for what he did, but most lay people didn't have the cognizance to truly understand what a proper full title of his role was so they kept it short. Conversely The Mechanicus understood perfectly well and so a more detailed appellation was superfluous. When Lak inserted a meter long segmented cylinder into an open breach inside the heart of one of the plasma reactors, courtesy of his mechadendrite, he actually injected a noble gas into the chamber at room temperature, not plasma. Being a stable gas that wouldn't react with alloys that made up the chamber at high temperatures, the infusion itself wasn't dangerous; A leak would of course be a sin on his part, but it would not constitute a deadly one.
They used Xenon for the plasma as it was the easiest noble gas to render from the soil of Calavar, and it was this that gave the thermo-cavitation shells their sharp blue color as they exploded. This, coincidentally, helped to spot any leaks in the most dangerous step of Lek's role.
Which was testing.
Powering the magnets that lined the reactor chamber, the smell of ozone flooded the air as even through their shields the magnets managed to ionize the air. And if they were powerful enough for that, then they were powerful enough to rip apart the Xenon atoms inside the chamber and quickly heat it up to the point that it caused a fusion reaction. You can't get energy out of nothing, of course, so there would usually be some sort of radioactive material in the center of it all to leech from in the end product that would then maintain the reaction until it lost all of it's energy or the reactor cooled down. Lek only had to confirm that fusion had been reached without anything breaking and so he didn't need to have any at hand. Point in fact, he didn't need anything else for he was done at that point.
His job, in essence, was to inject Xenon in the required volume into a chamber and then briefly animate the reactor to make sure that it was working. And that was it.
In a normal plasma reactor, he would normally have to run the engines through various stress to make sure that they lived to the glory of the Omnisiah. This task required an eye for detail as even the most minute of flaws were catastrophic even if the tolerances of these reactors were infinitely more generous then those on man portable plasma weapons. But as these engines were designed to fail....his work was cut short to a previously unimagined degree. It was this that allowed them to be made into ordinances in a timely manner, but that left the Enginseer with as much as a minute between shells.
That was time his still human mind could use to pick up on the grave-vine of his colleges, and thus suffered impotent envy for his sinful lack of true attention. Shuttering with guilt, the enginseer tried to be productive in some manner even if he knew he truly couldn't. Pulling the data of the reactors that he was testing into his display, even though it was pointless, he went over the numbers to confirm that they were within the acceptable guidelines.
Wonders of wonders, why they were! Who would have thought!
But a part of him realized even as a reactor came into his work place and he set his mechadendrite to work that the numbers weren't the same.
It stood to reason, he supposed, that not even two knives made by the Fabricator general of Mars himself would ever be the exact same. Their precise atomic arrangement, by necessity, would at least be slightly different by an innumerable number of consideration not least of which was time. So Lek's beautifully butchered plasma engines were all unique in their little ways.
The plasma chamber of the plasma reactors had to both compress and inflate to control the temperature of the engines. Despite perfect like calibration, the numbers indicated that they didn't all compress and inflate to the exact same degree. This made the point of fusion be off by as many as one one thousandth of a second!
All perfectly within the guidelines, of course, but still a noticeable difference.
And that's when it struck him; They were still using the same amount of gas in their willingly failure-guaranteed reactors as they would on a normally working one.
It stood reason of course, that his superiors would base the numbers off of complete engines which is what they tested. The thermo-cavitation design, as it were, was centered around the amount of plasma that a normal reactor would have.
But the amount of plasma wasn't designed around the thermo-cavitation effect that they wanted.
On a whim, Lek waited for the brief activation of his current reactor to end and stared at the number in his screen. Instead of passing it on down the line like he should have, the enginseer cross referenced all his past numbers and drained the reactor of a slight amount of Xenon.
Then he powered the magnets again, with his eyes set on an emergency shut off that would vent the plasma inside the engine into an expanse below the factory before it could rapture the reactor, as the engine sparked to life....and reached fusion without exploding.
Turning it off before it could fail as it was intended to, Lek looked at his display again and the still human muscles in his face pulled it into a smile.
This blessed reactor had reached fusion point before the rest. It was by an minuscule amount, granted, but it appeared his hunch was right; Without as much gas to heat up, the magnets inducted the reaction in excess of the other reactors. He suspected that the amount was too small to maintain the reaction but, well, that wasn't what they were meant for, now where they?
It was probably a bell curve, the amount of gas needed in the chamber to achieve prime fusion before it was too small an amount to reach it at all. And the slight difference in the sizes and tolerances of each Plasma chamber moved the curve with them. But oh, wasn't that always the way? The Omnisiah hid secrets within secrets.
One Engineseer 255 Lek returned to his work with a new zeal, finally seeing how to maximize his productivity. As he fired up and tested each new small reactor before putting in what he was quickly judging to be the "correct" amount for their tolerances, he couldn't help but wonder:
His butchered children now had bigger teeth, but was that a warning against his innovation?
Or was it a reward?
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Interesting. Take a +2 reward to the next plasma explosive Design action.
