“As I’m sure you’ve noticed,” she went on in the tones of a Saganami Island lecturer as she stood and used an old-fashioned light-pointer to pick out details on the holo, “she has no broadside armament at all—aside from her LACs, of course. She masses just under six million tons, with an overall length of two-point-two klicks and a maximum beam of three hundred and sixty-seven meters. Our offensive shipboard armament is restricted to our chase mounts, which, however, are quite heavy: four grasers and nine missile tubes each, fore and aft. On the broadside, we mount only anti-missile defenses and the LAC bays, which—at the moment—are empty.”

Lieutenant Commander Stackowitz frowned, and Truman chuckled. The tac officer looked up quickly at the sound, and the captain smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, Commander. We do have a main battery… and the first part of it is almost ready to embark. But the Powers That Be felt—correctly, I think—that Minotaur needed a shakedown cruise of her own. That’s what we’ve spent the last two T-months doing while the Hauptman and Jankowski cartels finished building our LACs at Hauptman’s Unicorn Yard.”

Understanding flickered in the eyes of all three newcomers. The Unicorn Belt was the innermost—and richest—of Manticore-B’s three asteroid belts, and the Hauptman Cartel’s Gryphon Minerals, Ltd. subsidiary owned about thirty percent of it outright, with long-term leases on another third. The cartel had built enormous extraction centers and smelters to service its mining operations, and there had been persistent rumors even before the war that Hauptman Yards, Ltd., the shipbuilding unit of the mighty cartel, had been using its Unicorn Yard to build experimental Navy units well away from prying eyes. And the Jankowski Cartel, though far smaller than Hauptman’s, was highly specialized and a major player in the Navy’s R&D operations in its own right.

In fact, Gearman thought, Jankowski’s who handled the major share of R&D on adapting the Grayson compensator design for the Fleet, aren’t they?

“Minotaur’s core ship’s company is only six hundred and fifty,” Truman went on, and her new subordinates blinked, for that was barely seventy percent of the crew assigned to most heavy cruisers five percent her size. “We’ve managed this by building in a much higher degree of automation than BuShips was prepared to accept prewar, and, of course, by eliminating all broadside weapons. In addition, we carry only a single company of Marines instead of the battalion normally assigned to a DN or an SD. On the other hand, our current TO&E calls for us to embark approximately three hundred additional shipboard personnel to provide permanent engineering and tactical support to the LAC wing. That, Commander Stackowitz, is where you will come in.”

The dark-haired woman cocked an eyebrow and Truman showed her teeth.

“You have a reputation as a real hotshot at missile tactics, Commander, and I understand you spent six months attached to Project Ghost Rider. Is that correct?”

Stackowitz hesitated a moment, then nodded.

“Yes, Ma’am, I did,” she said. “But that entire project is very tightly classified. I don’t know if I should, well—” She gestured apologetically to the other officers present, and Truman nodded back at her.