Salmakk
Character
Armorer-class Corvette Matthew Lucerne, somewhere in the Mid Rim
“If we can create such destructive weapons, we will need to think of ways to counteract them,” mused Salmakk, gesturing at a rotating holograph of their latest cannon, “especially with the One Sith allegedly employing them extensively, or so it is said.”
Gai absently nodded, “The one people that should never rule the galaxy...”
Azira's fur rippled, and Salmakk briefly wondered if he broached the subject the right way. Gai's fiancee had been killed by a Sith, if inadvertently as a hapless bystander. But it had driven the duros to the height of his intellect, and perhaps his madness. Salmakk pressed his lips together. I must go on now. He cleared his throat, but the soft voice of Azira suddenly flowed into the room.
“Well, none of this technology is new,” noted the alien, “they used to use massive mass drivers to bombard planets in the oldest times of the Republic. Planetary shield generators stopped them.”
“That type of dense energy shield would not be the most practical...” noted Salmakk, “given the inflexibility of their firing ports and size.”
“Oh, I know that,” explained the bothan female, “but you didn't let me finish. The same force field technology hasn't become stagnant just because mass drivers disappeared for a while.”
“Oh?”
“Salmakk,” said Azira, “nearly every ship these days still has to do with things hitting it at relatively high speeds, micro-meteorites, space junk, you name it. Aside from particle shields, what else stops it? And I'm not talking about the hull...”
“An Anti-Concussion Field generator,” mused Salmakk, “though I've never heard of one powerful enough to stop a slug...”
“But there was one, once,” said the woman, “I did some reading...”
Salmakk leaned back, “Leave it up to you to know that obscure piece of knowledge. Tell us about it.”
“Way back when, roughly around the time of the Galactic Empire was at the height of its power, when Palpatine still walked around, there was an entity called the Corporate Sector Authority, sort of a client state of the Empire. They tried to create the most impregnable fortress imaginable, they called it Star's End. And in order to make it in their words 'fool-proof', they installed a number of unique systems. One of them was a greatly enhanced Anti-Concussion Field Generator, which had the ability to absorb and disperse kinetic energy to the point where it could render blasts, collisions, and anything else you name that hit into nothing. It was like it had barely touched the prison.”
“And the catch?”
“Well, it's terribly power hungry, or so the records state,” mused the bothan, “but from what I was able to slice out of a certain library, it need the power equivalent then of a full set of ion engines of a star destroyer.”
“I don't see that energy power requirement changing much. Power technologies have not changed much since then,” stated Salmakk bluntly, “but maybe that's something we'll just have to live with.”
“Oh I agree,” said the bothan, “but what if, what if we were able to transfer power from a different portion of the ship to the field generator just when it was required. Like the ship's engine bank, or maybe its energy shields, or maybe even its weapons?”
“I could see the utility of such a field if that were possible,” admitted the Mon Calamari, “so what's keeping us from doing this?”
“Motivation,” mused Gai.
“Gai,” suggested Azira, “I'm sure Salmakk could be persuaded to have you test such a device by shooting at it.”
“With what?” questioned Gai.
Azira turned to eye Salmakk. The mon calamari's shoulder's slumped back.
“All right Gai, I'll let you shoot it with anything we've got,” said Salmakk, “even the mass drivers...”
“Deal,” said the duros, “so where do we start.”
“If we can create such destructive weapons, we will need to think of ways to counteract them,” mused Salmakk, gesturing at a rotating holograph of their latest cannon, “especially with the One Sith allegedly employing them extensively, or so it is said.”
Gai absently nodded, “The one people that should never rule the galaxy...”
Azira's fur rippled, and Salmakk briefly wondered if he broached the subject the right way. Gai's fiancee had been killed by a Sith, if inadvertently as a hapless bystander. But it had driven the duros to the height of his intellect, and perhaps his madness. Salmakk pressed his lips together. I must go on now. He cleared his throat, but the soft voice of Azira suddenly flowed into the room.
“Well, none of this technology is new,” noted the alien, “they used to use massive mass drivers to bombard planets in the oldest times of the Republic. Planetary shield generators stopped them.”
“That type of dense energy shield would not be the most practical...” noted Salmakk, “given the inflexibility of their firing ports and size.”
“Oh, I know that,” explained the bothan female, “but you didn't let me finish. The same force field technology hasn't become stagnant just because mass drivers disappeared for a while.”
“Oh?”
“Salmakk,” said Azira, “nearly every ship these days still has to do with things hitting it at relatively high speeds, micro-meteorites, space junk, you name it. Aside from particle shields, what else stops it? And I'm not talking about the hull...”
“An Anti-Concussion Field generator,” mused Salmakk, “though I've never heard of one powerful enough to stop a slug...”
“But there was one, once,” said the woman, “I did some reading...”
Salmakk leaned back, “Leave it up to you to know that obscure piece of knowledge. Tell us about it.”
“Way back when, roughly around the time of the Galactic Empire was at the height of its power, when Palpatine still walked around, there was an entity called the Corporate Sector Authority, sort of a client state of the Empire. They tried to create the most impregnable fortress imaginable, they called it Star's End. And in order to make it in their words 'fool-proof', they installed a number of unique systems. One of them was a greatly enhanced Anti-Concussion Field Generator, which had the ability to absorb and disperse kinetic energy to the point where it could render blasts, collisions, and anything else you name that hit into nothing. It was like it had barely touched the prison.”
“And the catch?”
“Well, it's terribly power hungry, or so the records state,” mused the bothan, “but from what I was able to slice out of a certain library, it need the power equivalent then of a full set of ion engines of a star destroyer.”
“I don't see that energy power requirement changing much. Power technologies have not changed much since then,” stated Salmakk bluntly, “but maybe that's something we'll just have to live with.”
“Oh I agree,” said the bothan, “but what if, what if we were able to transfer power from a different portion of the ship to the field generator just when it was required. Like the ship's engine bank, or maybe its energy shields, or maybe even its weapons?”
“I could see the utility of such a field if that were possible,” admitted the Mon Calamari, “so what's keeping us from doing this?”
“Motivation,” mused Gai.
“Gai,” suggested Azira, “I'm sure Salmakk could be persuaded to have you test such a device by shooting at it.”
“With what?” questioned Gai.
Azira turned to eye Salmakk. The mon calamari's shoulder's slumped back.
“All right Gai, I'll let you shoot it with anything we've got,” said Salmakk, “even the mass drivers...”
“Deal,” said the duros, “so where do we start.”