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Chapter 65
🕑 Added 2024-07-14 17:48:46 +0000 UTCSkako Orbit, Skako System
Bormea Sector
Captain Jan Dodonna pushed down his unease as his shuttle made the transit to fleet flagship Arlionne, the mighty warship like a dagger poised directly over the heart of Skako. The glittering ecumenopolis hung in the void like a suspended pearl, its gleaming shields warping the atmosphere like a technological aurora. Jan Dodonna didn’t think himself a particularly brave man, and his belly knotted with tension as he thought of the recent developments on the front. But he was a captain of the Republic Navy, and he was nothing if not dutiful.
Jan watched out the viewports as the shuttle manoeuvred to dock, overhauling the nine-hundred metre Victory-class heavy cruiser, and it took all he had not to gawk like a cadet on his first deployment. Arlionne was neither large nor menacing–in fact, his own ship the Venator-class Prudence boasted almost twice her length. But the hollow throats of missile launchers and the ominous snouts of turbolasers heavy and light crouched in her open artillery decks betrayed the truth of it. Within that compact frame, Arlionne possessed an entire battleship’s worth of guns, and with its two massive shield generators and almost comically oversized solar ionisation reactor that bulged out from its hull, she could take on two or even three Venators and beat them all bloody.
Pocket battleship. The affectionate epithet started somewhere in the ranks of the Navy, but Jan Dodonna found it fitting. A marvel of design and engineering even he could appreciate. The Republic Navy’s answer to the Separatist starfleet’s missile doctrine. There was a reason Admiral Honor Salima opted to transfer her flag from the traditional flagship of the Coruscant Home Defence Fleet, after all.
Regardless, Arlionne was not the only Victory-class heavy cruiser in service of the Home Fleet, and the sheer number of them dotting the skies over Skako truly baffled Jan. Only three standard years ago, the process of construction, trials, evaluations and commissioning would be far more extended, stifled by regulations and treaties and all sorts of other bureaucratic devilry. But there was no time for that now. The tempo of construction and commissioning was almost scary, if not even careless, but the reason for such a hurry was enough to convince even the most fastidious of classification societies towards the necessity.
The cruiser’s tractor beams reached out to the shuttle, capturing it and easing it into the brilliantly lit cavern of the fighter launch bay. Jan was marching down the ramp before it had even touched the polish deck, and the officer of the deck came up with his spotless, perfectly creased uniform, datapad tucked under one elbow and other raised in a crisp salute.
“Permission to come aboard, officer?”
“Welcome aboard, sir.”
There wasn’t even a pause in the Captain’s stride as he crossed the demarcation line, officially stepping aboard Star Destroyer Arlionne. Her defining feature? Cleanliness. Admiral Honor ran a tight ship. There was not a blemish on the reflective floor, not an unsecured crate, and not an ill-worn uniform in sight. Strain his ears as he might, the Captain couldn’t even hear the usual casual chatter one might on the deck.
He reached the bridge through similarly muted corridors, and appreciated how much shorter a distance it was compared to the Prudence. Arlionne’s bridge was a wholly different beast compared to Prudence’s. It was smaller, for one–as a Venator served not just a ship-of-the-line but also a command vessel, while a Victory was designed to be a frontline brawler–and did not possess the expanded tactical section the former had. Nor did she possess the nearly 270-degree field of vision Prudence found necessary as a combat carrier. Arlionne was smaller, more focused, sharper. Jan Dodonna felt like he was looking through the eyes of a hunting hound.
Captain Jan Dodonna saluted the back of the figure standing on the central causeway, “Captain Dodonna reporting, sir.”
Admiral Honor Salima was a tall woman, straight-backed and stern, and hair cropped into a neat pixie. At her side was the flag captain of the Arlionne, Captain Terrinald Screed. His was the sort of face that revealed very little, in no small part due to his one prosthetic eye, but the accolades to his name were impressive. Which they ought to be. The Home Fleet was now the most modern command in the Republic Navy, and the Admiralty wouldn’t have picked its flag captain’s name out of a hat. For a time, all that could be heard on the bridge was Admiral Honor’s footsteps and the chime of electronics as she approached him.
“Well done, Captain,” she appraised, “With this, the Bulwark Fleet is at its end.”
Jan nodded diffidently. The Home Fleet had run Dua Ningo ragged, with the main body under Admiral Honor herself pursuing him system to system while a smaller detachment under Captain Dodonna flanked and cut off every avenue of escape the old Sullustan had. It was a well-planned dance of fleets and warships, slowly grinding down the Bulwark Fleet until they had no choice but to find a safe harbour for repairs. The Techno Union world of Skako was the largest Separatist shipyard in the region.
“High Command has us ordered to expedite the destruction of the Bulwark Fleet, Admiral,” Captain Dodonna said, “They want us to put a pin to the Perlemian Coalition’s rampage.”
The edge of Admiral Honor’s lips curled upwards, “Indeed they have. Does that cesspit on Coruscant believe I am omnipresent? Do they think I have eyes over the whole Hydian Way? Do they think I can conjure warships from vacuum to patrol it? There’s no pinning an enemy that can appear and disappear at will.”
“They believe we did it for the Bulwark Fleet,” Flag Captain Screed pointed out.
Admiral Honor narrowed her eyes into daggers, “Nonsense. Dua Ningo is an older breed. He likes his eggs in one basket, where he can watch over all of them at any time. The only type of naval warfare he can comprehend is that of large naval engagements and showpiece battles. If that old alien had the sense to split his fleet like Calli Trilm did, he would already be back in Separatist space.”
The Admiral spun on her heel, marching back out towards the viewports. Captains Terrinald and Jan shared a knowing look. They had a history that dated back to service in the Judicial Forces of the Republic, having participated in the Stark Hyperspace War among other anti-pirate campaigns. It was said Terrinald lost his eye to a Biskaran Pirate during the Siege of Niele, where half his face was carved out by a madman with a vibro-axe as a price for his breakthrough.
“I heard your son was at Commenor,” Terrinald said softly.
“He was,” Jan stiffened, and it took everything he had to not choke on his next words, “But nothing’s been… confirmed.”
Terrinald looked down, nodding minutely, “We all do our duty.”
Captain Screed gripped his shoulder tightly, before releasing him and turning around towards the Admiral; “Are we to ignore the order, then?”
Admiral Honor’s shoulders tensed, her hands behind her back as she looked on towards Skako. Jan followed her gaze, at the tiny droplets rippling over its planetary shields like rain falling upon a still lake. Missiles. Turbolasers. The entire Home Fleet was pounding away at Skako’s shields, having succeeded the 1st Reserve Armada’s role in that purpose. One might believe a planet’s shield was homogenous, and they would be wrong. There was no shield generator in the galaxy yet powerful enough to encompass an entire planet in its protective shell. Instead, planetary shields were more or less a composite of densely packed shield generators all activated to create overlapping shells across the entire surface of a planet.
This meant that to break a planetary shield, a besieging fleet must identify its weakest point and concentrate all fire upon it there. Many worlds opt to evenly space out their shield generators, of course, but most tend to concentrate their shields over urban and industrial sectors, leaving rural areas less shielded. Usually, that would be where the shield was pierced, allowing armies to be inserted planetside and assault the world from the ground. But Skako was an ecumenopolis–a city-world–and it was the homeworld of one the most technologically advanced species in the galaxy, the headquarters of the Techno Union.
The Home Fleet had relented to bombarding the shields over the shipyards that housed the Bulwark Fleet. It was their target, after all.
“Ignore…?” the Admiral of the Home Fleet mused, “Maybe if those feckless puppets in High Command hadn’t been so preoccupied with kissing Palpatine’s wrinkled toes, they would have advised the delusional old fool against sending the fleets to the frontier. That decision has achieved nothing but a cascade of consequences since.”
The two captains remained silent to the Admiral’s scathing remarks. It was a sensitive subject for all of them, for all the Core’s current woes could be traced back to that singular order to go on the offensive. By redeploying the Reserve Armadas to the front, Coruscant was forced to spread the Home Fleet thin garrisoning all the protesting systems that now missed the protection of the reserve fleets. Despite Admiral Honor leaving behind a small garrison back at Coruscant, it was not enough to prevent the Bulwark Fleet from wreaking havoc.
“It was… my failure to prevent the Bulwark Fleek breaking out at Foerost,” Captain Jan Dodonna apologised.
“I thought Commodore Vuld Tansen was in command at Foerost?” the Admiral asked sharply.
“He was, sir,” Jan swallowed thickly.
“I am sure you served with all the expediency he permitted you,” she waved off dismissively, “He’s dead now, anyway.”
Disintegrated with his flagship over Foerost when the Bulwark Fleet attacked.
“The Fifth Reserve Armada is still in the Core, Admiral,” Captain Screed reminded.
“I’d imagine they are rather preoccupied panicking about Empress Teta’s secession,” Admiral Honor vexxed, “By a Separatist fleet travelling through the Deep Core, no less. And now that pit of snakes have reversed course on the whole war, dragging the fleets back to the Core. Do they not realise they are playing straight into the Pantoran’s hands? This is exactly what she wants.”
Jan looked down, “The Core’s about to become a political bloodbath.”
“That is no concern of ours,” if Admiral Honor was concerned about the fate of her homeworld, she didn’t show it, “We will focus on putting an end to the Bulwark Fleet first and foremost.”
Despite being Coruscanti, Honor Salima cared little about the ‘cesspit’ and ‘pit of snakes’ she called home. It had been widely circulated on both military and media networks that her vicious hunt for the Bulwark Fleet had been borne out of some sort of contrition for a perceived personal failure to protect her ward. Jan thought so too, until he actually met the woman himself.
Rather than contrition, he rather believed she was fueled by pride. He wasn’t sure if it was for better or worse.
“How should we reply to the order, sir?” Terrinald questioned.
“...We will deal with the Perlemian Coalition’s Armada as well,” Admiral Honor decided, “But only if the Home Fleet gets unrestricted access to all hyperlane registrars in the Core.”
“That’s overreaching,” Jan noted hesitantly.
“If they want me to overreach my fleet,” she retorted cooly, “Then they will give me what I need to overreach. Send it, Captain Screed.”
“Right away, Admiral.”
“And Captain Dodonna?”
Jan straightened, “Sir?”
“Bring your fleet forward,” the Admiral commanded, “Keep prodding that shield. I want you to tell me where to shoot by the end of the week.”
“Orders received, Admiral.”
⁂
Captain Jan Dodonna watched on the holos as Prudence’s fighter-bomber wings ran Skako’s gauntlet for the fourth time that day, slashing right against the planetary shields with a blazing flurry of bombs and torpedoes right within the atmospheric purgatory between black and blue. Prudence’s active scopes watched the ripples in the shield intently, taking in a number of readings and measurements in order to make a rough estimate of the shield sector’s saturation percentage.
Deflector shields acted on the simple premise of absorbing energy–mostly kinetic and heat, depending on the weapon–and diffusing it throughout its surface area before dispersing it either as natural light and heat loss, or routing it into capacitors in the shield generators, which stores the energy. There were two main ways a deflector shield ‘breaks’. First is if the input of energy overload the capacitors, shutting down the whole grid until it could be rerouted. This is what usually occurs against warships. Against planetary shields, however, it is more likely if a certain sector of the shield reaches maximum energy saturation and isn’t able to store any more, creating a ‘hole.’ So when a deflector shield was ‘recharging’ the more accurate term would either be ‘rerouting excess power’ or ‘desaturating’ depending on the root cause of the failure.
The latter was Admiral Honor Salima’s plan for Skako. The disadvantage of such a tactic was that the energy input must be constant and overwhelming–or at least, higher than the diffusion rate of the shield at any one time. It was simple enough mathematics.
“The results?” Jan asked.
“I think we can make it, sir,” the sensor officer analysed the results, “If the Skakoans don’t have anything left up their sleeves, that is.”
“How much will it take to… make it?”
“A concentrated missile barrage from every Victory we have in the Home Fleet, and then some,” the officer answered, “Keep that up for anywhere from a day to half a week, depending on how Skakoan shield tech works, and we might just punch a hole in that shield.”
“That sounds…”
Doable. This is the best case scenario as far as planetary shields go.
“...Achievable,” Jan finished, “Keep up the fire. Don’t let them recharge. And send word to–”
“Captain!” a deck officer jogged up to him, “The Admiral needs you in the Battle Room.”
“Speak of the Bloodhound,” he muttered, before tugging down on his uniform, “Well, let’s not keep her waiting.”
He entered the Battle Room to the awaiting holographic presences of Admiral Honor and Captain Screed. A brisk sharing of salutes later, and Jan joined them at the large holotable.
“I was just about to submit the latest update regarding Skako’s shields, Admiral,” Jan started.
“Report.”
“We estimate a prolonged mass torpedo assault should bring down the sector within half a week,” the Captain answered, “Best case scenario suggests a day.”
Honor Salima raised her chin, narrowing her eyes, “Then it is good news. High Command has also approved our access to the hyperlane registrars. With this, we can plot an elementary chart of all Separatist sightings in the Galactic Interior, and start formulating a strategy.”
Terrinald flicked his wrist, and a detailed starchart of the Arrowhead region burst onto the holotable, pulsating red dots marking all reported Separatist Hexes in the Core. A list of GAR reporting names appeared on his right, and Jan realised some of the Seppie ships had appeared enough times the registrars could identify and pin a tag on them, effectively allowing them to track their movements through the Core.
Except–and this is what made him doubtful–it wasn’t as this incomplete list of warships could be tracked in real time. The only difference it made was that the registrars could now plot a history of raids to pin to the ships. Unless… unless Admiral Honor was not intending to track these ships at all. Jan’s lips thinned.
“Captain Screed, please continue,” Admiral Honor gestured.
“In our preliminary analysis of the registrar data,” Terrinald began, “We immediately noticed something peculiar about Calli Trilm’s actions.”
Thin red strings snapped out, looping around the dots and tying them together into a comprehensive history of jumps and transits. And Jan almost immediately noticed the peculiarity Terrinald had mentioned. The 19th Mobile Fleet was, cleverly, not sticking to any one major hyperlane, and rather jumping between hyperlanes in a zigzag motion. But if you accounted for all the different squadrons and ships…
Sector searching. Jan Dodonna almost gaped in awe. He had seen the manoeuvre made before, but never on such a… large scale. It was a search and rescue pattern, usually meant to find missing objects or persons stranded in the black, and centred on a datum point and spanning out to cover a traditionally spherical area, suitable for finding an object in a well-defined location. The search vessel would first set out on a vector dependent on effectively their best guess, then travel the distance the object could have travelled in the time, then make a 60-degree starboard turn and travelling the same distance, before making another 60-degree starboard turn and travelling back to the datum point, creating an equilateral triangle.
The search vessel would continue through the datum point, recreating the series of turns until another equilateral triangle was made and it was back at the datum point. The pattern would repeat, accounting for known drift if there was any, until the entire sphere was thoroughly raked.
“Are the Separatists… searching for something?” Jan asked, not quite able to conceal his surprise, “And if that’s the case, wouldn’t a parallel track or creeping line search pattern be more effective?”
“I’d imagine a simplistic pattern like the parallel track would have been too predictable,” Terrinald brushed his chin, “With a sector search pattern, they were able to craft the image of an erratic, opportunistic raid pattern. It took the combined data of every hyperlane registrar in the Arrowhead to piece together the history of raids, in order to discover the pattern. Look here, we were able to trace the pattern of this ship–Bronze Serpent–back to its suspected datum point in or near the Recopi System.”
Starting there, Jan then traced the pattern back out; Pria, Seyugi, Columus, Thoadeye, Loretto, Samaria, then back to Recopia. Passing through the Recopi System three times, then, moving onto the next datum point. Multiply this pattern by the dozens of squadrons of the 19th Mobile Fleet, and Calli Trilm was effectively raking her forces through the Arrowhead in an apparently random fashion, but not quite upon closer inspection.
“But… what could she be searching for?” Jan mumbled, before coming to a realisation, “If not…”
“Admiral Dua Ningo and the Bulwark Fleet,” Admiral Honor confirmed his suspicions, “The Bulwark-class battlecruiser is the newest and most powerful warship the Separatists have at their disposal, capable to engaging multiple Victorys and even a Tector toe-to-toe and potentially emerge victorious. The Pantoran likely requires the Bulwarks in her hands, and that is the true purpose of this invasion, beyond the raids.”
Jan Dodonna swiftly clued in on the Bloodhound’s plan, “We intend on using the Bulwark Fleet to bait Calli Trilm into concentrating her forces.”
Admiral Honor smiled like a hound catching the scent of blood, “Precisely. All we have to do is choose a suitable battlespace.”
This time, it was Terrinald’s turn to look at his flag officer in surprise, “Why not here at Skako, sir? We’ll be dragging Calli Trilm even deeper into the Interior.”
“Bait needs to be believable, Captain Screed,” Admiral Honor admonished, “It’s a shame we won’t be able to destroy the Bulwark Fleet here, but it will be in the service of hunting an even bigger fish. We’ll smoke the Bulwark Fleet out, and shepherd them to our battlespace of choice, catching Trilm’s attention as we do so. She’ll expect a major fleet engagement, and concentrate her forces together with Dua Ningo. They will create their own trap, and their own deaths.”
“Very good, sir,” Captain Dodonna gathered his wits, “But how will we draw out the Bulwark Fleet?”
“Were you not listening, Captain?” Admiral Honor Salima raised an eyebrow, “Skako has a methane atmosphere. We’re going to smoke them out.”
Jan Dodonna’s stomach dropped.
Captain Terrinald Screed grinned, a truly terrific visage with his mechatronic eye, “We will be avenging Eriadu. We will be avenging Commenor; your homeworld, Jan.”
Not like this. Never like this. Commenor wasn’t even harmed; the explosions all occurred in the upper atmosphere, on the edge of space! But Honor Salima was his commanding officer, and while Jan Dodonna didn’t consider himself particularly brave, he was nothing if not dutiful. Admiral Honor captured his gaze, her hawkish eyes searching for any signs of weakness. The Commenori showed nothing but a resolute stare. Her lips curled.
“Paint the target, Captain Dodonna.”
He saluted, and internally cursed himself for it, “Orders received, Admiral.”
If there is a silver lining, Jan thought bitterly as Prudence painted the shield sector for the Home Fleet, it would be that we wouldn't be razing all of Skako. The Skakoans were well aware of their homeworld’s atmospheric weakness, and in all of their technological might, spent every waking hour preparing for specifically such an occasion. The planetary shield grid of Skako was made of multitudes of overlapping domes that, from orbit, appeared like one unified surface. But in truth, their ‘planetary shield’ actually divided up their surface into hundreds if not thousands of individual blocks and divisions. The death toll would only be a billion or so, not hundreds of billions.
What damnable consolation that is.
“All ships,” Honor Salima’s authoritative voice boomed, “Siege formation! Load proton torpedoes and open fire upon my command!”
Jan could only watch as Arlionne took her place at the head of almost a hundred pocket battleships, arranged in a static conical formation that allowed every ship to present their full forward firing envelope at the painted section of the shield. He held his breath as time seemed to stand still. Then–
A solid pillar of violet fire and smoke rained down on Skako like the infernal roar of a dragon’s breath. The pillar of energy smashed straight into the target, and the shield seemed to buckle before his eyes, despite knowing energy shields could not do such a thing. But it held, and despite the climactic assault, the Home Fleet continued firing. Relentlessly.
What am I looking at? Jan Dodonna asked himself as even more overly-eager warships moved closely to take their own potshots with torpedoes and turbolaser batteries. Eight-hundred missiles every thirty-five seconds, he thought, the average rate of fire of a Victory-class missile tube.
It took forty-six standard hours for Prudence’s finely calibrated scopes to discover a hole in the shield section. And upon the report of his sensor officer, the Captain of the Prudence struggled with the decision to inform his commanding officer of its existence. But if he didn’t–what then? The Home Fleet would just continue pounding away until the entire shield section overloaded, increasing the damage dealt.
Jan Dodonna released a sigh, “Let’s get this over with.”
⁂
Fleet flagship Arlionne was teeming with activity. Prudence just reported the discovery of a breach, tiny and fleeting as it was, and the gunnery chiefs were scrambling to switch out the warheads for thermobaric ones.
Admiral Honor Salima stood proudly over the pilothouse of the Arlionne, as fire and thunder ran rampant across the viewports. Arlionne had halted fire now, in order to better focus her fire control. The target? A tiny–no more than a couple klicks in diameter–hole directly above the planetside shipyard harbouring the Bulwark Fleet, currently being painted by the Prudence. But there was no knowing if the hole would disappear, even as the Home Fleet concentrated its fire, so they must be swift.
And so, the command deck was abuzz with controlled chaos. Officers barked orders, screens flickered with sensor data, and the low hum of the ship's massive reactor thrummed through the bones of every soul aboard. Admiral Honor stood at the centre of the whirlwind, wrapped in the austere garb of authority. Her crew were a bunch of no longer so inexperienced rich boys and girls far away from the safety of their clans and families, and this would be their first siege.
“Thermobaric missiles have been loaded, Admiral,” Flag Captain Terrinald Screed reported, his many battles have beaten the hesitance out of him along with his eye, “We have a firing solution.”
“My fears about Jan Dodonna were unfounded,” Honor’s voice was a glacier scraping across a frozen sea, “You were correct.”
Screed smiled blandly, “We have a history. His conscience weighs heavily, but he is… dutiful.”
“That’s all I require.”
Hands flew over controls, confirming targets, accounting for atmospheric interference, finalising trajectories. In the void, Arlionne’s missile bays once again yawned open, dull red warheads signifying the change in payload. Thermobaric warheads, designed to ignite the very air itself, and for a methane-rich world like Skako… unparalleled devastation.
“Open fire.”
There was no ceremony or fanfare or even weight to her words. It was just another command. Swift and sharp like an executioner’s axe.
With a shudder that resonated through the hull, the missiles launched, streaking towards the planet below, outer shells glowing with the friction of re-entry as they plunged into the methane-filled atmosphere. Terrinald Screed impassively watched the display, as dozens of missiles crashed into the outer edges of the aperture, blooming out in great, but short lived conflagrations, briefly blinding the scopes. But some made the insertion, and that’s all they needed.
The first impact was a blinding flash, a nova of searing light and scorching heat, visible through all the atmosphere and shields and relentless firing. The warheads detonated, their payloads igniting the methane, turning the entire sky into a canvas of roaring fire. The Home Fleet paused, frozen, transfixed.
On the surface, the apocalypse came swift and painless. The ground buckled and heaved, the air itself becoming a weapon as a crushing wave of overpressure that pulverised everything in its path. Buildings crumbled, what little flora there was spontaneously combusted, and flesh was rendered to ash in an instant. From the surface, it must’ve seemed like the entire world had become a hellscape of fire and thunder.
But from orbit, such a description couldn’t be further from the truth. The flaming atmosphere was just that; flames. And planetary shields were designed to withstand much more than that. The inferno was boxed in by the overlapping deflector shells, curling up against the shields like screaming souls trying to escape an urn. And so, there was only one place left for the fires to go: up.
“Shields, forward,” Admiral Honor ordered calmly. It was unlikely the flames would reach them, but there was no reason not to be careful.
Skako spat out the inferno, a colossal tongue of flame not unlike a miniature solar flare. Without fuel to burn, however, the flare swiftly died out in the void. Energy washed over the fleet, their deflectors bristling as if prickles of gooseflesh had come over them.
“Hold fire,” the Admiral ordered, watching intently for any action from the Bulwark Fleet.
A great shadow moved within the flame, and Honor’s eyes gleamed like a hawk having found its catch.
“Retrothrusters!” she ordered with a slash, “Allow the Bulwark Fleet to pass!”
Dua Ningo’s flagship, the battlecruiser Unrepentant, burst out of the inferno first, followed by his Bulwark Fleet, turbolasers blazing. The Home Fleet returned fire with all its might, its lines flattening and buckling before the Bulwarks' brutal assault. Captain Screed skillfully manoeuvred the battle line to break without taking too heavy a loss, effectively allowing Dua Ningo to believe he managed to break through the siege lines.
But losses were unavoidable. One, two, three Victorys disappeared off the scopes. Then did escorts, and even two Venators in the rear line. Admiral Honor watched as the enemy’s battered hulls dashed past her viewports, and smiled in satisfaction.
“Mission accomplished, Admiral,” Captain Screed reported, ignoring the glow of Skako’s bonfire flushed against his skin, “The Bulwark Fleet is once again on the run. Where will we chase them to?”
“I’ve not yet decided,” Admiral Honor Salima mused as she observed the Bulwark Fleet emergency jumping away, “We’ll observe the situation.”
“One must always consider the end goal, sir,” the Flag Captain pointed out.
“It’s not the prize to take pleasure in, Captain Screed,” Honor Salima turned back to Skako, her irises bathed in a golden light, “It’s the hunt.”
Comments
Steelheart
No. I‘m sorry but I don‘t believe that 46h is enough to evavuate a billion people. Just look at how complex real life evacuations are without bombs exploding oberhead scaring people. It‘s much more likely that any such attempt would lead to a mass panic and people clogging the highways trying to escape. Imagine trying to get everyone out of the state of New York in less than two days, and multiply that by a bunch to account for the lower population.
syu
Yep, with such a mix its definitely possible. You might want to specify that the specific oxidizer dominant in Skako's atmosphere require some very high temperatures or other specific conditions that are not naturally occuring to ignite with methane though. I might be wrong here, but a volatile mix of fuel and oxidizer don't tend to last long in nature. Volcanic activity, lightning strikes, meteor impacts etc. produce conditions for a fire/explosion that would've blown the whole atmosphere apart. Artificial events from a technological civilization too, combustion engine, nuclear tests, explosives, Starship drives, or just heat from reentry. So to prevent Skako from ever hosting a civilization, or have said civilization blow themselves up easily. Some very rare and hard to achieve condition to ignite the atmosphere is required. Something that only the military of a galactic civilization can achieve readily and not some random doomsday cultists, terrorist, or just some early scientist that is too curious for their own good.
Mirrthful
Skako's atmosphere is methane-based, while Earth has a nitrogen-based atmosphere. So using an inaccurate Earth analogy (because Skako has a much higher atmospheric pressure comparable to a Earth seabed), it has a 70% methane, 20% oxidizer, 10% other gas atmosphere. Note that oxygen isn't the only oxidizer; all halogens are oxidizers, such as chlorides and fluorides. It's much more likely the 20% oxidizer in Skako's atmosphere is a non-oxygen halogen. At least, that's what I think.
Avid_reader
Admiral: We will avenge Eriadu Days later: Rain Bonteri marches in and bombs Coruscant to the Stone Age. Palpatine (while on the run): I wish Maul was still alive so that he could teach a lesson to that idiot Admiral!
Duke of Coffee
Such devastation, much grief.
EnderScroll
Does Calli have access to priestess?
FuschiaKnight
He will be torn between getting off on the destruction and suffering, and being annoyed at the potential disruption to his plans that he has to adjust to.
Mad Max
They wouldn't have been taking up any Republic projects in the first place after the Articles of Secession were triggered. And it's not like the Republic would trust or want a hostile power working on their projects anyway.
Hinsher116
"Dooku has been secretly communicating with Palestine" that made me laugh a lot more than it should 🤣
Hailhound
Honestly I bet the loss of life is even less than that. The Skakoans aren’t stupid, they have the shields set up to create sectors for exactly this reason. Given that they are prepared in that way they almost certainly also have detailed evacuation plans. It took 46 hours to break the shields, plenty of time to evacuate even an Ecumenopolis. So I’d guess the loss of life was actually relatively small, only a few million or so who refused to evacuate.
Hailhound
It’s the Dooku has been secretly communicating with Palestine. Rains secret communications interception ships found that and are going to present it as evidence that Dooku is actually just working for Palpatine
Cesar gonzalez
But remember at the end of the last chapter that calli was holding an old star path unit? It might lead her to it.
Mr Casual
What's the bombshell that's going to be dropped at the hearing? I've been hearing that something may happen at the hearing (assuming its dumping all the evidence against dooku there) but I missed when this was explained/posted.
Dae of the Past
And the other corporations might turn as well because now it’s been shown that Dooku/Palpatine can’t protect their worlds and assets. iirc part of how the corporations were convinced was because they were told this war would make them money, but this is showing how they can very easily lose more than any theoretical gain.
Demonuss
Begun the clone wars has.
Duke of Coffee
Will he enact Order 66 to save his ass or as you said fade into background to run it in the shadows just like any good Sith would. 😜
Duke of Coffee
Alas the Admiral is far away... unless he sends bounty hunters at her. 😜
Duke of Coffee
Rain said something is needed to jam it before it spirals even farther...
windoverwaves
No? She's searchimg for th Bulkwards, obviously
The Anchor's Hat
Palpatine will be wishing that he could wring the good Admiral's neck as well now.
Dae of the Past
This attack was theoretically more merciful than Eriadu, but on the flip side it also left more living survivors to enact vengeance. How many of the survivors know someone who perished here? The political climate of Skako must be fascinating after this. Any Republic projects would be dropped like a hot potato.
Sovde
Very good point, I completely forgot about oxygen!
Quasi-Lesbian Ghost Killer
Oh goodness, Admiral Honor is on her Kraven the Hunter era, disregarding all political realities for the thrill of trying to line up the perfect fight. We thought the Republic was scared at the end of last chapter? They had two, sorry, three fleets in the Core, but at least the scariest of them that struck Coruscant itself had finally been run to ground and besieged. But now, surprise, the Bulwark Fleet "escaped" the siege and is running loose again while Honor refuses to tell even her superiors the game she's trying to play. Between Rain's surprise appearance and Dua Ningo seemingly back in the game, Palpatine is going to be crying blood as the Senate tears his administration apart for their failures. Unthinkable as it always seemed, he might actually get removed from power over this, even if that only means needing to disappear into the background and try to rule through a puppet.
Bishop7053
Ya skako only used to support the confed with the techno union, it wasn't a unified support of the cis, with this it will go full support and that is gonna hurt the republic hard because the sheer amount of bodies they can throw at their industry is on a scale that fits 40k more than star wars
Mad Max
What's interesting to me is that Skako burns when Tann is being summoned for the hearing. Tambor is going to go all in on supporting Tann, and as a consquence, against Dooku and Palpy, albeit unknowingly. Dookus support stryctures are being undermined, even without the bombshell that's about to be dropped at the hearing.
FuschiaKnight
Skako "only" had about a billion estimated civilian casualties out of a population of between one hundred and five hundred billion according to the character statements because the overlapping planetary shield networks contained the blast to effectively one "sector" of the planetary surface. What I think could instead be the issue is the Skakoan government and population committing much harder to fighting the Republic because the GAR has proven itself ready and willing to ignite parts of their atmosphere.
Marcin
Welcome the the Spiral of Hatred... :D
D3ad0s
Alright, since we are doing this, and we are doing this, I want to contribute a bit of technobabble clarifications to make this whole “setting the world on fire” thing more believable. The addition is simple. It is not that Skakoa’s atmosphere is just full of fuel as was already pointed out (lots of fuel not enough oxidizer), it is that, due to the high pressure it has a low atmospheric ignition temperature. Essentially, if you produce enough super hot fire in a certain amount of space, you can start a chain reaction that will burn the atmosphere. Google it for yourself, the topic is rather interesting.
Cesar gonzalez
When they mentioned that Calli Trilm was searching for something in a weird way does that mean she’s searching for the lost katana fleet?
syu
It won't explode, ever. Infact I would say the thermobaric missiles shouldn't have the effects it did in this chapter. You need 3 things for a fire, heat, fuel, and oxidizer. On Skakoa, we have heat from the missiles. We also have fuel from the methane. But we do not have any oxidizer, there are only trace amount of oxygen in the skakoan atmosphere. So what happens when you only have heat and a lot of methane? Nothing, just like when you have heat and oxygen in Earth's atmosphere. We have a lot of oxygen, but a random fire here won't light up the atmosphere as we do not have fuel in the air. Trying to light up Skakoa is like trying blow up Jupiter by igniting its Hydrogen. It simply won't work. Assuming Skakoa is Earth-like, it would have 10 Million tons of atmosphere above each square kilometer of its surface. Assuming they are like earth but swapping Oxygen for Methane that's 2M tons of methane per sqkm, which needs 3.6M tons of oxygen to fully combust. Even if the missiles are oxidizer only, unless each of them weigh thousands of tons, we don't expect to see much of a reaction except maybe a little lightshow in the upper atmosphere.
Maxs92415
It’s interesting to see the doctrine of MAD/total war play out in a setting like Star Wars. It’s truly hard to grasp the numbers that even fictionally are being put to the sword (glass?) but yet each step taken feels so logical just like how the soviets and Americans war gamed it in the 60s and 70s. Question is how can the power brokers (Palpatine and Tann) and other players deescalate in this scenario where neither side of the Cold War in real life could figure out a way that did not leave everyone dead. In story, I’m very interested in seeing how the Jedi address the cognitive dissonance that’s going to follow from this. Similarly, how all the nepotism ridden home world officers get their comeuppance when the separatists respond in kind to their worlds. It certainly feels like the next logical leap to be taken.
Jacob
Yeah indiscriminately glassing worlds is a really bad idea when facing invasion in a civil war, since the invader can do that too (not saying Rain would but the fleet of merchant raiders he just acquired could do some serious damage that way, especially with the benefit of surprise), and the whole point is to integrate that world back into the nation.
Kana
Poor admiral Honor, if only Rain and Calli didnt have access to everything she's doing, she could have won the war
Asharzal
Two things of note in this chapter. First, we once again see the thinly-veiled racism, or rather human supremacism of humans. Admiral Honor deriding Ningo as an "alien", while the human Calli Trilm obviously did a better job. Secondly, Eriadu had a population of what? 22 billion? Skako had a populace of approximately 500 billion. And I bet now that the Republic torched their homeworld, the Techno Union will go all in on the Confederacy. I am really looking forward to the superweapons that are going to be developed now, because if I were Wat Tambor after that? I would want to see the Core, especially Coruscant, burn. War is now upon us, war in all it's glory and horror. Trillions shall perish, for this is a sham war no more. Sidious won't be putting that genie back into the bottle.
Sovde
the choice of a methane atmosphere in star wars lore baffles me, like how has it not violently exploded before now from some stray sparks?
Mrsean22
Well Honor Salima just decided fight fire with fire approach against the CIS now. Which does make it open season for both sides. Though Honor Salima has a good amount of power and influence from having all these important people from important planets under her command so kinda do whatever she wants from it. Which is scary when you think about it. Though the Republic is gonna be in for a surprise once Callia uses Priestess to her advantage. Though Skato is pretty important and Honor Salima just bombed it so Skakoans might be more committed to helping the CIS now.
NostalgicTime
Was the Skakoans already using all the resources they had on the war or were they dividing it up with many conflicting and competing concerns/projects as corporations do? Because if they were, they now have all the incentive in the world to go all in/focus solely on the war after the devastation of their homeworld, focused on the single task of destroying the republic. Skako isn't like those other shipyard worlds where they only have a relatively small population solely focused on running the shipyard, this is a civilization of hundreds of billions (100-500 Billion afaik) who are one of the most technologically advanced in the world. Few even in the core can match them in population and technology (one of the few ecumenopolis in star wars). Skako as a whole was only indirectly supporting the war through the techno-union, idk what will happen now. No more moral high ground here, sorry little ani.
Yod
They dont think bonteri is relevant. All they know that deep Core changed side but are not sure why. But with acess to priestess system its the republic who just got fked and they dont know it
nugitoBambino
rains hasn't actually done anything in the core yet as I understand
Null
Thank you for the chapter This is turning in to a political nightmare for anyone in command, I can see this being the catalyst for the core worlds to find out why it not a good idea to respond fire with fire when there are WHOLE PLANETS in between the flames!
Duke of Coffee
Probably.
Mirrthful
They did mention his fleet. They didn't mention him in particular because he's irrelevant to their operations.
FuschiaKnight
In fairness, Rain's fleet is still somewhat distant from Skako and Calli's fleet at this point. It could be that they're hoping to bait out and defeat Calli's fleet before that happens.
Xaim
Uhm. They only talk about Calli. Did they collectively forget about Rain as well?
PrettyBoi99
It’s funny that so many of these Republic commanders think that by choosing the field of battle then that alone will secure victory. It’ll be interesting to see how Rain and Calli deal with Victory class cruisers. Unlike against the Rebels, Star Destroyers will be in their element in pitched battles against other capital ships.
Aaron V.
Well, the gloves are now truly off on both sides. On a side note I have a bs prediction that someone before Rain leaves the core they will damage Kuat Shipyards.
Alex
Damn stakes are raised.
Trailblazer
Damn, so Commodore Tansen did went down with Wisenhiemer. And it's truly a "worlds glass worlds" total war now. No method is too abhorrent to be used.
Weirwood
They really opened up a can of worms glassing Eriadu
Man-O'-War
Oh dear I must say tho I can’t wait to see all the different reactions to this
