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Freitag, 10. Juli 2009, 04:55

Mission of Honor

In Baens Bar hat David selbst ein winziges Snippet aus Mission of Honor eingestellt:

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... a teeny-tiny snippet from Mission of Honor. Before you read this, you might want to consider that -- warmhearted and naturally benevolent soul though I am -- I'm not real likely to give you what you really need to set it fully into context. And you might also want to consider that it's not going to be reaching bookstores for another year. If, however, despite my best attempts to warn you about the potential frustration quotient you want to go ahead and read it anyway, here it is.

The people who'd planned Oyster Bay had carefully arranged their attack to avoid anything that could be construed as a direct attack on the planetary populations of Manticore or Sphinx. Given the nature of the war they were planning to fight, it wasn't because the MAN had any particular objection to killing as many Manticorans as possible. But there was that bothersome little matter of the Eridani Edict, and while it was probably going to take a while for anyone to figure out who'd carried out the attack, and how, that anonymity wasn't going to last forever. Eventually, the fact that the MAN and its allies were the only people who'd had the technical capability to do it was going to become painfully obvious. There were plans in place to prevent the Manticorans from returning the compliment once they figured out who was to blame, but the Mesan Alignment's diplomatic strategies could be very seriously damaged if anyone figured out too soon how little the Eridani Edict truly meant to it.

That was the real reason the primary destruction of the space stations had been left to the torpedoes, which had overflown the planets and stayed well clear of them. The follow up laser heads intended to finish off the smaller platforms had come in on a similar trajectory, but some of the planners had argued against using any of them. Despite all of the safeguards built into their guidance systems, there was always the chance, however remote, that one of them was going to ram into the planet at relativistic speeds. And, the critics had pointed out, if that happened, the Alignment's opponents would inevitably claim it had been deliberate.

The final distribution of fire had been a compromise between those who distrusted the torpedoes' ability to do the job and those who wanted no missiles anywhere near either of the inhabited planets. And as was the definition of any compromise, neither side had been completely satisfied.

But however careful they'd been to avoid direct attacks on the planets, none of them had lost any sleep over the possibility of indirect damage from the bits and pieces of wreckage raining down into the planets' gravity wells. That, after all, was something totally beyond any attacker's ability to control, and no one could possibly question the fact that the space stations had been legitimate military targets and industrial platforms. Under those circumstances, the Eridani Edict's prohibition against deliberate attacks on planetary populations had no bearing. So if a few thousand -- or a few hundred thousand -- Manties were unfortunate enough to get vaporized when a fifty-thousand-ton chunk of wreckage landed on top of their town, well, making omelettes was always hard on a few eggs.

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"What?"

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Samstag, 11. Juli 2009, 12:55

Re: Mission of Honor

Oh Mann,

Lange passiert nichts, und jetzt überschlagen sich die Snippets. Da mühen sich DW und Eric Flint wohl um Wiedergutmachung bei den Fans.
Ich bezweifele ernsthaft, daß auch eine so fortgeschrittene Sternennation wie Manticore Megatonnen von Weltraummüll wegschaffen kann. Das gilt auch für Medusa nach Icarus und New Tuscany. Admiral Byng mit seiner Taskforce hockt da mit kalten Emittern in der Umlaufbahn, als ob nichts geschehen wäre. Geht das? Wie hält man den Verkehr offen? Kann da ein Raumschiff unter Impellerantrieb einfach durchpflügen?

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Dienstag, 14. Juli 2009, 22:19

Re: Mission of Honor

Ein neuers Schnippselchen von MoH:


Hi, Guys --

Before I disappear back into writing and not posting again, I thought I'd give you one more leeeetle snippet from Mission. Ain't agonna say where it's from or exactly what it's in reference to, but . . . . .



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Hamish Alexander-Harrington knew his wife as only two humans who had both been adopted by a pair of mated treecats ever could. He'd seen her deal with joy and with sorrow, with happiness and with fury, with fear, and even with despair. Yet in all the years since their very first meeting at Yeltsin's Star, he suddenly realized, he had never actually met the woman the newsies called "the Salamander."

It wasn't his fault, a corner of his brain told him, because he'd never been in the right place to meet her. Never at the right time. He'd never had the chance to stand by her side as she took a wounded heavy cruiser on an unflinching deathride into the broadside of the battlecruiser waiting to kill it, sailing to her own death, and her crew's, to protect a planet full of strangers while the rich beauty of Hammerwell's "Salute to Spring" spilled from her ship's com system. He hadn't stood beside her as she faced the man who had bought the murder of her first great love on the dew-soaked grass of the Landing City duelling grounds, with a pistol in her hand and vengeance in her heart. Just as he hadn't stood on the floor of Steadholders' Hall when she faced a man with thirty times her experience in the fencing salle across the razor-edged steel of their swords, with the ghosts of Reverend Julius Hanks, the butchered children of Mueller Steading, and her own murdered steaders at her back.

But now, as he looked into the unyielding flint of his wife's beloved, almond eyes, he knew he had met the Salamander at last.






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