Sci-Fi weapons with BAD design flaws

Death Star…no not THAT flaw…can only fire its mega weapon at approximentally 40%(?) of its viewable area at any one time. It really needs escorts. That it was unaccompanied by escorts should have been a dead giveaway that it WAS A TRAP!!

Doomsday Machine. Ok granted you can’t penetrate its neutronium hull, but that doesn’t mean you have to do strafing runs. Just sit over its axis. And btw…that thing being so ancient?? It would have its own eco-system by the time Enterprise encountered it.

Imperial walkers. Of ffs, stop flying in front of them. Ok yes theyre shielded. Still.


Tie Fighters: The “wings” are either heat sinks or solar panels depending on who you believe. Either way they’re a terrible design since they cut off a fair chunk of visibility for the pilot and don’t seem to serve any purpose as armour.

Pulse rifles firing 10mm explosive tip caseless standard light armor piercing rounds are good for rupturing primary heat exchangers inside what are basically giant fusion reactors.

Of course, the whole point of a Doomsday Machine is lost if you keep it a secret! Why didn’t you tell the world, eh?

Spaceball 1/Mega Maid had a self-destruct button which was too easily pressed, and irreversible (like a rain coat).

Light sabres need crossguards.

From one of the Vorkosigan novels I recall this quote on the subject of buying weapons:

“Stay away from the sale on neutron hand grenades. For those with a strong throwing arm.”

Actually, the real-life version was almost as bad.

The Davy Crockett was the smallest nuke the US ever designed and built. It had extremely poor shielding (so even hauling the thing around was dangerous) and no abort function. If it was fired, it would go off. And if it didn’t go far enough, you were screwed.

This is not so. The Death Star was bristling with turbo laser and blaster batteries. We even see them in the movies. The Death Star definitely did not need escort ships.

The Fat Man from Fallout is objectively a terrible idea. A man-portable (not crew-served) nuclear weapon launched via catapult on the battlefield. The only thing that makes it work is the game mechanics.

The Wikipedia article notes the similarity between the Davy Crockett and the Fat Man.

A phased plasma rifle in the 40 watt range is ideal for home defense, but can be very difficult to find.

Hey, just whatcha see, pal.

Next Gen “dustbuster” phasers. There appears to be no aiming mechanism at all, not even a rudimentary bump on top to aim by. I’m not convinced the beam even comes out in the same direction each time. It seems to be controlled more by the special effects folks than the actual internal mechanism. :slight_smile:

My favorite is the lampshade hanging on the Goa’uld staff weapon:

It good design. It’s just piss poor tactics. Trying to am a phaser is like trying to aim a machine gun: why bother?

The way to use the phasers is to wave them back and forth in the general direction of the enemy. The beams are traveling at the speed of light; no one is going to dodge that.

The Death Star has a more inexplicable flaw - while it can travel interstellar distances in a matter of days, it takes hours to get to the other side of a planet.

“I say we’re in range now.” - What Tarkin should have said.

Unless you’re a Scalosian all hopped up on whatever radiation-induced weirdness makes them move faster than the Flash on meth. Then you can sidestep a phaser II beam just fine.

While it’s true that a Grand Moff doesn’t have to be reasonable or patient, it doesn’t make the attack on Yavin IV practical until it’s actually practical. The Death Star had to get around Yavin, the gas giant primary, to get a shot at the inhabited moon.

I suppose he should have had the on-duty navigator spaced* for not bringing the Death Star out of hyperspace with a clear line of fire. Seems like orbital insertion planning is a serious training shortfall in the Imperial Fleet.

*He even could have used Darth Vader’s line: “You have failed me for the last time.”

Maybe they had to come out of hyperspace on the other side of Yavin. Flying through hyperspace ain’t like dusting crops, you know.