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@Simon_Jester If that gets us even 1 Connie to bring back(even to the weaker B refit standard) I will crown you king of the thread
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@Simon_Jester If that gets us even 1 Connie to bring back(even to the weaker B refit standard) I will crown you king of the thread
I'd rather have a Defensive Doctrine than an Offensive one. So I think the solution is:
Games & Theory - Foreign Analysis
Tiger Team - Fleet Design Doctrine
Admiral Lathriss - Defensive Doctrine (forward defense)
Yes it means not having the best team on FA, but now that G&T has crawled to a respectable level 2 that feels less painful. And and you will have noticed, Cardassian events give free boosts to Cardassian Analysis, meaning that it should go pretty quickly anyway.
[X][COUNCIL] Plan Safeguard
Make like a Rigellian and turtle up.
Getting the research team was a roleplaying bonus. As in, I said it makes more sense for them to have a specialty in escorts when they have a bunch of berths for building escorts. Right now that would be really weird, since they have zero berths for doings so.Is the UP fleetyard construction the only evidence you have that we can get a research team if we built 4 berths together? I'm pretty sure UP fleetyards is a special case - it did cost us a shitload PP if you recall, and it explicitly bundled a research team.
Also, do you have a source for berths getting more expensive the more berths there are?
But the following year – after our massive construction spree – it had increased to:
- Request Excelsior berth at a shipyard, 30pp (6 turns, gain new 3m t berth)
- Request Excelsior berth at a shipyard, 35pp (6 turns, gain new 3m t berth)
Federation Council Objectives:
85 Science by 2311[Currently 87]
2 New Oberths by 2311
120 Defence by 2312 [Currently 96]
@OneirosTheWriter, am I calculating the totals below correctly, or should the Starbases and Outposts not count? I think we've hit this target already.
5 = 1 Constitution @ D5
36 = 6 Excelsior (incl 4 Explorer Corps) @D6
24 = 8 Constellation @ D3
4 = 4 Oberth @ D1
22 = 11 Miranda @ D2
4 = 2 Centaur @ D2
25 = 5 Starbases @ D5 (Sol, Vulcan, Andoria, Tellar Prime, Amarkia)
5 = 1 Outpost @ D5 (Tellar Prime)
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125
I think the idea is that only ships count for purposes of the goal.
Aww. Thanks.I have to admit, this whole introductory spiel made me choke up. Beautiful.
Awthanks.@Simon_Jester If that gets us even 1 Connie to bring back(even to the weaker B refit standard) I will crown you king of the thread
Yay! From you, this means things.
Another possibility is that the Explorers corp doesn't count, but the Outposts and Starbases do; the 96 current might not include the completion of the recent Outpost.
"One Ambassador Learns Not To Do DMT Before A Betazed Wedding"@Leila Hann - Don't suppose you could give me a name for your omake?
"One Ambassador Learns Not To Do DMT Before A Betazed Wedding"
Good morning all! Vote closed, where did we end up?
@Leila Hann - Don't suppose you could give me a name for your omake?
It was good, just kind of weird and uncomfortable to imagine experiencing... as I'm sure the Commodore felt. I like it when more people write about the Betazoids.
These Old Bones
Captain Eddie Leslie, Chief, Quality Assurance Division, Shipyard Support Command
The Excelsiors might make them look like tugs. The Mirandas and Constellations, put together, might have been built in greater numbers. But for anyone in Starfleet with a soul, the Constitution-class had been the spirit of the 23rd century. Even ten years after the rush to retire them after Khitomer, which had finally, after fifty years, put all but one of the old girls into the boneyard.
When someone wanted a Starfleet ship to put on a badge or a patch? They thought of a Connie.
When a three year old kid in an Andorian ice bunker in the middle of East Deepfreeze drew a picture of themselves on a spaceship? A kid who'd never even seen a star, let alone a starship? They drew a pretty fair approximation of a Connie.
Hell, the entire category of 'explorer' owed its roots to all they'd been and done! He should know. He'd been there for the greatest of it all, right in the thick of that wild, wooly age, on the best damn ship in the best damn fleet the galaxy had ever known.
And if others hadn't been so privileged... even so. If there was a single man or woman in Starfleet who hadn't felt a little surge the first time they heard "let's take the Constitution-class out of mothballs, doll them up with the latest equipment, and take them out for one last dance..."
Well, they had green blood and pointy ears, that was for sure.
And it reached into Eddie Leslie's heart and tore that he was having to stand there and tell people "it isn't that easy."
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Captain Leslie waved at the half-meter square slab of metal, several centimeters thick, set in a test stand at the far end of the room. Captain Huth blasch Cheg from Design had finally agreed to come out to the test lab after Leslie took shameless advantage of the sign-off he'd used at the end of his last long, skeptical diatribe against Leslie's warnings.
The Tellarite had said "I'm from Tellar. Show me." Now Leslie was going to do exactly that... and blasch Cheg still thought it was all a joke, glaring up at him through safety goggles and a breath-mask to protect against particulates.
Leslie spoke. "This is a sample cut from an armored bulkhead on the Enterprise-A." From Enterprise. Not his Enterprise, he reminded himself. If he'd had to do the same to a piece of his Enterprise, it'd have felt even more like murder.
"Really? And exactly why did you bother bringing a phaser, then? If six Klingon torpedoes didn't break it, then that flashlight won't either." The little man flicked an ear dismissively at the old rifle.
"You'd think so, wouldn't you? Computer, engage SIF bracing. Set SIF bracing to five percent."
"Raising field," the computer spoke, in a crisp, calm, familiar woman's voice- part of that Federation-wide, massively popular operating system designed by another veteran of the Big E, one from before his time. There was a shimmer at the surface of the armor slab as the test rig backed it with a weak structural integrity field.
"So, with the structural integrity field..." Leslie clicked the rifle to 'lethal-two,' then squeezed the trigger. The phaser rifle let out a piercing whistle. Nothing happened. He flipped the safety and turned to the Tellarite. "Now, that's what you'd expect."
"No, really? Starship armor doesn't just dissolve in a puff of smoke when you hit it with hand weapons? Do tell. What do you want to show me next, that day is brighter than night? That water is wet?"
Leslie shook his head, sadly. "You'll see. Computer, disable SIF bracing." Leslie raised the phaser rifle a second time. "Make sure that mask fits properly." He paused for a moment, looking at the Tellarite to make sure he actually did check his filter mask and goggles. Only then did he release the safety, point the rifle on, and pull the trigger.
The tritanium slab glowed red for a moment- then the glow subsided as the plate dissolved into a cloud of billowing metallic dust!
The Tellarite's voice was cold. "I don't know what kind of trick you're trying..."
"No trick. Now will you listen to me explain to what I've been trying to tell you for the last month?"
"...Say your piece, I owe you that much."
Leslie nodded. "Okay. When the Connies went in for their refits back in the '70s, there'd been a lot of incidents during the five year missions of the ships nearly being torn apart, especially if they pushed Warp Eight." He flinched inwardly; he'd been through a few of those. "So there was a lot of pressure to improve the strength of the hull. Some genius in MatSci came up with a way to take existing tritanium and increase its tensile strength by about thirty percent with a force field treatment. The field soaks into the metal, and you get a stronger material, without having to actually replace the ship's main hull frames and armor belts."
"Huh. I thought when they said 'treated tritanium' they meant chemical treatment." The Tellarite scratched his chin through his beard, obviously thinking back to his own time aboard refit Constitutions. "They never went into details."
"Anyway, we're lucky the force field treated stuff didn't get into the Excelsiors- on them we just plain used bigger structural members and newer alloys. Because there's a problem. See... the field effect decays. Let the metal sit for a few years and it dissipates entirely. The bracing field has to draw a trickle of power from the SIF to be stable, or it just... drains away."
"Which leaves you with a slab of tritanium. Still shouldn't fall apart like that." Blasch Cheg stabbed a finger into his palm.
"That's what I thought. But there's a hysteresis effect. The metal pulls itself apart. Now, in the '70s nobody thought that was a problem. The ships were staying in service, construction rates were high. Even if the hulls went into the reserve fleet, you just run a cable to a fusion reactor and turn on the SIF for a few hours a month to re-anneal the metal, right? But when they mothballed the ships... some clown used a set of mothballing instructions that date back to the '50s. No mention of turning the power back on. Within five to ten standard years, with the power switched off, most of that treated tritanium was a big mass of microfractures and crystallization weak points. Trying to restore the strengthening field won't work anymore. And... you saw."
"..." the Tellarite was, for a wonder, silent. Then anger twisted his face. He roared, waving his fists in the air. "...Those fumbling, reckless, feckless sons of a DENEVIAN SLIME DEVIL! The ships might as well be made out of PLYWOOD! They're USELESS! We can't refit the ships like this! It's all hopeless!"
Leslie remembered that Tellarites had a way of saying things they hoped weren't so, waiting for someone to contradict them. He figured he owed the little guy a favor after this let-down... He'd had a couple of drunk nights after finding out himself.
"Not... hopeless."
"Eh? What can you do with a ship whose hull is a mass of loosely connected iron filings held together by an SIF?" Blasch Cheg waved his hand angrily at the metallic dust shimmering and settling in the air.
"Well. In theory, if you had a big enough field generator, operating on just the right wavelength, with stable enough performance, you COULD re-anneal the entire hull externally. But that's going to be a problem for our grandkids. If they ever need the old girls, they just might be able to fix them."
"TALK SENSE, YOU IDIOT! WHAT ABOUT NOW?" The Design officer had put a lot of effort into pushing the Constitution refit project, and Leslie could understand why he was overcome. Tellarites could get... cranky.
"Parts of the hull are in good shape- radiation from the warp coils seems to have permanently annealed most of the nacelle frames and armor, something our models hadn't quite counted on. A lot of the systems themselves are fine. Life support, power. You could lift the main computer out and put it in a new hull as-is; they're as good as the day they were made."
"Half of those we'd need to replace anyway!"
"I never said it'd be easy. What it comes down to is that the old gals are still a good design- we just can't reuse the hulls. Here's a sample- the "refit" plan for USS Potemkin."
The Tellarite accepted a PADD and started scanning the list of required operations... "So basically, we build a new hull, peel the part of the paint that says "Potemkin NCC-1657" off the old saucer, slap it on the new saucer, and call it a new ship. Oh. And we can keep the command chair, the mess hall tables, and the running lights..." Blasch Cheg added up the costs, mentally compared to new construction. "Damn it."
"There's some cost savings, compared to a completely new ship. We can salvage a lot of the fittings and exotic equipment. But there's no saving these old bones, not until someone builds a nuclear resonance induction generator two hundred meters across that can carry a tune properly." Leslie sighed."
"If I ever catch up with the idiots who did this to the Connies in a dark alley..."
"Oh, I know. Me, I'm not as young as I used to be, and when I stand wrong... Well, tell you the truth, I still feel that Vulcan death grip that knocked me out on Deneva- in all the nerves down my lower back. But I know a Klingon ore merchant- a Klingon, believe it or not, and do you know? I'm thinking of asking him if he knows any bold and rough customers willing to avenge the dishonors done to an old battlewagon. In some dark alley."
"You think those Klingons would like a little help?"
And I've halve the SR costs for the first four Connie-Bs to represent collected materials.
*spins about in his chair and thinks*
Alright...
First off, Eddie Leslie and Huth blasch Cheg go into my little org charge for tracking.
And I've halve the SR costs for the first four Connie-Bs to represent collected materials.
Next diplomacy roll for the Betazoids I'll roll twice and pick the higher
I have a speech ready for when Betazed joins. It just happened. I was trying to write more Sam Jones.
I have a speech ready for when Betazed joins. It just happened. I was trying to write more Sam Jones.
And I've halve the SR costs for the first four Connie-Bs to represent collected materials.
Oh shit I probably need to start figure out rewards for my last batch of Omakes before I move on to the next
Okay yeah!
@OneirosTheWriter, for my reward for the Alexandria and the ConnieBee omake, would I be able to get some sort of membership pay/build/loan/transfer plan with the member navies?