[[Posted by Cannonshop, 14-01-2010, 00:02:38]]Unity City, Twelve days after the death of Stephan Amaris..."...damage to a dozen major areas of the city, thousands of Casualties, many among hte civilians..." Aaron DeChevalier might've had a good rep with the 90th, but to Colonel Ngo, he was still Kerensky's hatchet-man.
"Tactical necessity, General." Tranh Truk Ngo said bluntly, "Besides, what we did drew lots of attention from units that would've otherwise been moving to intercept more...ah...prominent units."
"Your people made a mess out of the entire northern tier of the city, Colonel." DeChevalier insisted.
"We didn't use nukes, and we didn't give the Rimjobs the opportunity to use
theirs, I'd call that a win in and of itself-hell, we didn't do half the damage the 2000th Infantry Regiment did in Chicago-and you pinned Truscott with a medal."
DeChevalier cocked an eyebrow, "
I didn't pin Truscott, and he had the sense not to half-slag a major industrial zone."
Ngo shrugged, "There's still Krupp in Germany, and Boeing's got those facilities in San Diego and Los Angeles, not to mention their Beijing headquarters-which if I recall from the briefings, is where they kept most of the critical info anyway."
"You're not even going to apologize for political reasons, are you?" DeChevalier said.
"Nope. I can prove in any tribunal you want to hold that our conduct in this campaign is in keeping with the standard practices of the Star League Defense Forces when operating in an enemy-held urban area." Ngo said, "Although I can also show that we're more restrained-we didn't call for a single OrBom strike, not even when we
weren't sitting next to a nuclear reactor-the damage was severe, I'll grant you that, but you don't have a new Scar where nothing grows that glows after dark."
Aaron sighed, "You
would bring up Dinh Diep..."
"Damn right I would." Ngo asserted with a nod, "We broke three divisions that had our total forces out-massed by a factor of five to one, we did it without making the rubble glow-in-the-dark or dumping long-term contaminants of a Neurologically fatal nature, and we did it on the timetable you gave us to do it in-with casualties well inside the acceptable limits as document 265A3/S outlined it."
DeChevalier started, and his eyes widened, "You're not cleared for that." he said.
"Probably a good thing my Intel people can keep their yaps shut, then, isn't it?" Tranh said calmly, "I wonder how it would play with the rest of the Volunteer brigades if they found out we were all slotted as cannon-fodder to be thrown away ahead of and instead of more valuable SLDF Regular and Royal units?" He tapped the table, "I think the Anduriens and the Dracs might take some issues with that-not to mention those nice fellows from New Avalon and Donegal..."
"That...alters some things." Aaron said after a moment's thought.
"Not really. I read it, I know what the plan is, General. Unless the plan gets a change, you
have to know I'm going to have a counter-plan for it, just like I countered the plan to burn my men up in wasteful frontal assaults unsupported as a way to force us to accept, out of necessity, re-inclusion in a Rim Worlds Territorial State." Ngo said- "Which is a condition that my people woiuld find not merely unpleasant, but un-endurable as well." he poured some coffee out of a thermos, "Frankly, I'm a little surprised the old man even thinks things
can ever return to status-quo antebellum-even with a Cameron Heir who's competent and capable, the war savaged what was left of the Hegemony's defense nets, and the Volunteer brigades and reserve regiments are going to have to go home eventually...and the quality of your native terran resistance fighters? take this from a man with experience as an insurgent, they're dreadful. Can't handle the job."
DeChevalier frowned again, "Okay, what would
you suggest?"
"Honor the deal, General-Star League recognition of Kowloon's independence-right now, the SLDF's command staff
is the de-facto, if not de-jure Star League, the Terrans would probably go for it anyway, we're nice and distant and they've just had a decade to really learn to hate the Rimjobs, then start a crash programme inside the Hegemony to beef up what defenses remain, recruit and train bodies to man those defenses, and put a conveniently sensible puppet on the throne of the Hegemony, and the Star League before the House Lords realize nobody's driving."
"And when the House Lords realize?" he asked.
"By then, the Old man, or you, can play 'kingmaker' and even if the Hegemony no longer
leads the Star League, there's a Star League to lead, and combined with
any of the Houses, that's a power-bloc that can keep the others in line." Ngo told him, "Which in turn buys you time to pull the Hegemony back up to a strong enough status that they
can be a force on the Council again-maybe even recover the position of pre-eminent power in the Inner Sphere."
"but not YOu." Aaron said.
"Naturally not me, General. I'm going home-probably fairly soon." Ngo said, "I'd offer you a drink, but the coffee's laced with enough Neuroin to kill an elephant. Last night I started getting lingering sensation-felt the stylus for four hours after I put it down."
"Stage Two." DeChevalier said.
"Stage two. and yes, it ****** hurts." Ngo told him, "Doc said I might have a handfull of years at this rate of progression, but no more than four or at the outside five-I'd kind of like to meet my daughter before I'm too out of it to recognize her-she's had eleven years without a father, and I missed her birth-that's a lot of birthdays to make up in not very much time."
"You're not going to tell me what your alternate plan is, in case I can't convince Kerensky, are you?" Aaron said.
"Of course not, I'm breaking opsec just TELLING you that I have a couple..." Ngo told him, "At any rate, Jimmy Qua's taking over for me with the unit-I've got to be leaving pretty soon, they'll be sticking around until they're released."
Great work and thanks for sharing. Well it looks like the CG;SLDF is not even going to have the decency to let the shooting stop before the backstabbing starts.
Never let a war get in the way of a good backstab.