Nimitz approves of your scritchies, Billy, and 'bleaks' softly in pleasure. He feels that you and him have a connection. Perhaps you two should hang out later. Do some frisbee, chow down on some celery. You know, have fun.
Honor freezes for a moment at Billy's comment, and the assumptions behind it.
Then she throws back her head and laughs in a short, cheery bark.
"Really?" She says finally. "Mr. Cranston, I'm both flattered and tickled that you think I'm a scurvy sea-dog from out of a C.S. Forester novel!"
Even while standing, Honor still has a good chunk of height advantage. As Nimitz jumps and scurries back up her uniform jacket, she folds her arms over her chest and bends forward slightly with a small grin.
"To clarify, I'm am an naval officer of the 'Star' Kingdom of Manticore, founded by good King Roger 1705 Post Earth Diaspora. I trained and graduated from the Saganami Tactical Academy on the planet Gryphon, and learned aeronautics, physics, engineering, spatial mathematics, shiphandling, and three dimensional maneuvering in both star systems and in hyperspace. My last command was the H.M.S. 'Unconquered', a 4 million ton command class dreadnaught meant for tactical battle management within the wall of battle. Thus it's armament was only composed of 40 total anti-ship Graser batteries with a 1,000,000 kilometer range, 70 point defense clusters, and 40 missile launching tubes with submunition warheads, and it's maximum acceleration was only 500 Gravities. The remaining 40 ships of the wall in Task Force 34, the battle group I commanded in the Sidemore sector of space, were more well equipped for interstellar warfare...
Honor's voice cuts off suddenly, and she leans back.
"So rest assured, I've a passing familiarity with space."
Beware...space war infodump commencing!
Honor freezes for a moment at Billy's comment, and the assumptions behind it.
Then she throws back her head and laughs in a short, cheery bark.
"Really?" She says finally. "Mr. Cranston, I'm both flattered and tickled that you think I'm a scurvy sea-dog from out of a C.S. Forester novel!"
Even while standing, Honor still has a good chunk of height advantage. As Nimitz jumps and scurries back up her uniform jacket, she folds her arms over her chest and bends forward slightly with a small grin.
"To clarify, I'm am an naval officer of the 'Star' Kingdom of Manticore, founded by good King Roger 1705 Post Earth Diaspora. I trained and graduated from the Saganami Tactical Academy on the planet Gryphon, and learned aeronautics, physics, engineering, spatial mathematics, shiphandling, and three dimensional maneuvering in both star systems and in hyperspace. My last command was the H.M.S. 'Unconquered', a 4 million ton command class dreadnaught meant for tactical battle management within the wall of battle. Thus it's armament was only composed of 40 total anti-ship Graser batteries with a 1,000,000 kilometer range, 70 point defense clusters, and 40 missile launching tubes with submunition warheads, and it's maximum acceleration was only 500 Gravities. The remaining 40 ships of the wall in Task Force 34, the battle group I commanded in the Sidemore sector of space, were more well equipped for interstellar warfare...
Honor's voice cuts off suddenly, and she leans back.
"So rest assured, I've a passing familiarity with space."