Reveille’s attention was shifting constantly. The noise of conversation from the other ships, from the TIEs, was not interesting but she still needed to be aware. The viewport held visual cues. The screens around her told her of the Exigency’s state and any new threats that may come up on it, as well as how well the shields were holding and everything else.
“Are you familiar with the battle of Jakku?” Reveille inquired as she let her gaze shift over to Kylo, as Kos’tel’lanni went to examine other screens take stock of the battle and what she could command, what things were left out or not considered.
Regardless of his answer, she would add, “A tractor beam can pull a destroyer. Not much. They can usually fight it off, but in the battle of Jakku it was used to pull a destroyer into planetary atmosphere, and from there it was just a matter of letting the wounded ship fall to its death.” That wasn’t her plan here, “It also tends to interrupt shielding and communications of the targeted ship, for the time that ship is within the tractor. With the shielding disrupted, our dreadnaught can get a good shot at it.”
It may destroy it.
It may not.
Either way, the hit was bound to be devastating. The shielding and communications of destroyers and other large vessels had many points, and fully upsetting them would require more than a tractor beam – but it helped.
~***~
Alcina was not an opera that Armitage himself had seen. He had seen a couple of the romantic operas, but he had a preference for the dramas, for the tragedies. Alcina sounded like a tragedy, in truth, but the thematics of love leading to the tragedy…he wasn’t sure. “Well, don’t go falling for any of the rebels,” he couldn’t help but say as she indicated her ‘romantic’ nature. “It’d be a shame to lose a good officer for something as fickle as her heart.”
He took down another sip, “Though Alcina sounds like an opera I may like. I tend to avoid the romantic ones, but I do like tragedies.” Was he tragic at heart?
No.
He supposed it just allowed him to feel something, without that something being in himself, being internal, being something he’d have to turn over and complicate. Not that he intended to linger long on that, either. He finished his drink, “This wasn’t terrible,” he allowed, then, the closest he’d get to saying anything positive about the drink.
“Are you familiar with the battle of Jakku?” Reveille inquired as she let her gaze shift over to Kylo, as Kos’tel’lanni went to examine other screens take stock of the battle and what she could command, what things were left out or not considered.
Regardless of his answer, she would add, “A tractor beam can pull a destroyer. Not much. They can usually fight it off, but in the battle of Jakku it was used to pull a destroyer into planetary atmosphere, and from there it was just a matter of letting the wounded ship fall to its death.” That wasn’t her plan here, “It also tends to interrupt shielding and communications of the targeted ship, for the time that ship is within the tractor. With the shielding disrupted, our dreadnaught can get a good shot at it.”
It may destroy it.
It may not.
Either way, the hit was bound to be devastating. The shielding and communications of destroyers and other large vessels had many points, and fully upsetting them would require more than a tractor beam – but it helped.
~***~
Alcina was not an opera that Armitage himself had seen. He had seen a couple of the romantic operas, but he had a preference for the dramas, for the tragedies. Alcina sounded like a tragedy, in truth, but the thematics of love leading to the tragedy…he wasn’t sure. “Well, don’t go falling for any of the rebels,” he couldn’t help but say as she indicated her ‘romantic’ nature. “It’d be a shame to lose a good officer for something as fickle as her heart.”
He took down another sip, “Though Alcina sounds like an opera I may like. I tend to avoid the romantic ones, but I do like tragedies.” Was he tragic at heart?
No.
He supposed it just allowed him to feel something, without that something being in himself, being internal, being something he’d have to turn over and complicate. Not that he intended to linger long on that, either. He finished his drink, “This wasn’t terrible,” he allowed, then, the closest he’d get to saying anything positive about the drink.