Juniper Fields Assembly Plant
Kintetsu, Fujidera, Duchy of Oriente
Free Worlds League
24 October, 3078
14:50 Hours Local Time
The twenty five minutes from the moment the crazed attackers stormed the assembly area to the point where survivors broke and flee saw the Overlook J11 Master C3 systems on the Morningstar received the most comms exchange in its decade of existence. Zi Long would have shot the complaining Brandon a grin if not for the potentially grievance of the situation. However, he DID allow the old comms wizard to respond as he pleased to the wails and complains of the Hussars' Captain Martina Lowe. He could still remember more than a couple of exchanges David and a couple of the officers in the Blacks Stars shared after the first few less eventful tours of the Duke, as well as statements from the local police as to the reasons for a number of bar fights in the pubs in between visits.
"She's not in our chain of Command... and she's an idiot.. any more questions?"
"Why an idiot? Well.. she wants to use ‘Mechs for a job they aren't suited for, she wants to take command where she is neither entitled, nor wanted.. and she's very obviously the product of extended inbreeding"
David had given Zi Long a very level and smug look as one of the infantry officers - Zi Long thought it was Conti, had past THAT particular comment. His XO had more than once questioned the Chinese man's fascination with Martina.
"We in the Stars do believe in hiring the handicapped, but not to run ‘Mech companies."
"..Yes, of course.. but only an idiot would consider a company of ultra-modern ‘Mechs in THAT camo scheme discreet."
Those two had started off AT LEAST three fights between Black Star and Oriente Hussar personnel on a little R&R.
"Why no, I DON'T know who your daddy is, nor do I care.. but he really should stay out of the livestock pens the next time he's feeling a bit randy."
And THAT, had resulted in fight that landed one of the Oriente Hussar lance commanders in hospital after he started a fight, and Zi Long having to rather reluctantly compose a lengthy, eloquent and totally non-heart felt apology letter to the Oriente Hussars.
Right now, the Taurian had more important tasks to handle than entertain her woes about being ignored by basically everybody - including her company of Mechjocks who had enough common sense to run for cover rather than trying to get into the way of the tidal wave of attackers. For once, the image of her turning all purple and red with anger did not appear in Zi Long's mind.. not TOO much anyway.
While much more suitable compared to the Battlemechs of the Oriente Hussars for the streets of Kintetsu and the Juniper Fields Assembly Plant compounds, they were still not allowed to enter the building. Idly training the turret mounted Mydron Excel Class 10 Autocannon at the main bay doors, the tank gunner, Frederick had made fun about Louie's request to smash and crash the Morningstar, all guns blazing, into the area to extract the Duke and the Black Stars infantry. "That stuff only appears in the Immortal Warrior series." He had chided. "We'll just as likely kill more than half our own people and maybe even the Duke if we do that."
Brandon called out to Zi Long as he patched Lieutenant Gallagher through. "The attackers are fleeing. Mostly through the main bay doors, some through the side doors."
"Roger that." Zi Long responded with a nod that the infantry commander would not see. "Hold positions and stand fast. We'll bring the CCV around."
Switching to the company frequency of the rest of the Black Stars, Zi Long sat up in his command seat. "David, swing your vehicles along to the main bay entrance and main side exit. Cut them off, offer surrender. If they resist, take them out." He finished grimly. "We have enough injured inside for questioning and interrogations as it is." Remembering Nikita and her crew, the mercenary commander continued. "Nikita's got a kid in her team who's an electronics genius who can locate transmissions and stuff yes? Get the kid to monitor sudden spikes of comms exchange - that may be where the lair of our friends are."
"James, bring your birds over the compounds. Keep a look out for getaway vehicles or larger clusters of escaping attackers. Try to keep a tag on them. Let me know where the slink off to for wound lickin'." Zi Long next instructed. "Also use the standby bird at base to bring in the Doc. I'm sure we'll be needing his services."
Mercenary they may be, and oft times considered ill disciplined. However, efficiency had always been the hallmark of the Black Stars. Quick responses were returned as each went about their assigned tasks.
"We're not gonna take part in the turkey shoot?!" Frederick nearly cried.
"No, we're doing something more important." Zi Long replied. "We're gonna pull the Duke's ass out of the fire and out of the way of our infantry so that they can close the escape door on those attackers." He smiled and he looked at Brandon. "I do believe that Captain Lowe was not contactable during all this chaos? Too bad than. I can't help it if she continues to scream her pretty little head off even though the Duke and Temagu-Irez would have been far away and safe, can I?"
"Ooooo.. so we'll make her look even badder?" The despair on the Morningstar's gunner face turned into childish delight.
Louie sighed even as he kicked the sixty ton machine into speed. "There's no such a word as 'badder' Fred."
"So what." The gunner replied. "There is now."
Space Station Oriente Light
Orbit above Fujidera, Duchy of Oriente
Free Worlds League
1st November, 3078
1200 Hours
The line of Black Stars officers in their predominantly black, custom tailored long coat were a stark contrast to the bright green of the Oriente Hussars soldiers, and the bright orange work suits of the Sumitomo representatives. Silent but ominous, a squad of each of Black Stars infantry in body armour stood protective guard at the entrance to the link way to the Duke's waiting DropShip as well as behind the Duke as well. The deaths resulting from the cultist attack nearly a week ago still hung like a heavy shroud over the assembled group, making the atmosphere somewhat sullen.
The Duke was clasping the hand of Tamagu-Irez, exchanging a few quiet words - no doubt words of praise for Sumitomo Group's efforts and contribution to the Duchy of Orient. The elderly man's back was ramrod straight despite suffering the thin atmosphere of Fujidera for the past two weeks, as well as the punishingly hectic schedule and itinerary, and the cultist attack one week ago. Even beside the massive frame of Temagu-Irez, he looked even inch the warrior that had driven the powerful Duchy of Oriente and House Halas.
As the two men released their handshake, the Duke walked up to Zi Long and David. Both mercenaries snapped to a sharp salute which the Duke returned equally crisply, before breaking into a warm smile.
"I'm sorry I've not had the time to properly thank and commend you and your soldiers on a job well done." Christopher Halas began.
"Unnecessary your Grace." Zi Long replied with an easy smile. "It was our job."
"Indeed." The old man chuckled. "While that may be expected, especially from mercenaries, it still does not take away the fact that your command rose to the occasion admirably." Behind the Duke, Lowe could not hide the sneer in her face. "Still, I understand that one of the soldiers had lost his life protecting me?"
"Yes Sir. Trooper Edward Belloq suffered a shotgun round in his face." The smile on both Zi Long and David's face faded somewhat. "The fortunate thing, according to our medical officer, was that he died instantly and did not suffer."
"I am sorry to hear that." The Duke shook his head slightly at the news. "While it would go against protocol to compensate your unit more than what was on contract, I shall try to acknowledge his sacrifice some other ways. It is the least this old fossil can still do."
"Thank you your Grace." Zi Long and David bowed.
The Duke turned towards the squad of Black Stars troopers behind him, and caught all by surprise by giving the group a salute. It took a few seconds before they shouldered their assault rifles and presented arms in return. With a smile, Christopher Halas allowed his hands to fall to his side before making towards his waiting DropShip. As he passed by Temagu-Irez, he patted the man on his shoulders, both sharing a nod and smile before he disappeared into the air lock of the space craft, followed closely behind by Lowe and her contingent. The Oriente Hussar Captain was the last to board, turning at the entrance of the air lock and fixing both Zi Long and David a stare of hatred before following her charge into the DropShip.
As the procession cleared after the DropShip detached itself from the Space Station, Tamagu-Irez walked up to the pair of Black Stars officers. "Well, I dare say you guys made a rather good impression on his Grace."
Zi Long shrugged. "I don't really care as long as we get paid for keeping his royal ass safe."
Tamagu-Irez stared in mock shock at the Chinese man before breaking out in a boisterous laugh. "Spoken like a mercenary. Regardless of your attitude, his Grace has reminded me to send an independent assessment and reports of the events over the past month to the Oriente Military command."
"Just so because he doesn't trust Captain Lowe to relate things.. accurately?" Zi Long asked with a raised eyebrow. Temagu-Irez winked at Zi Long with a bright twinkle in his eyes. "And of course, it has got absolutely nothing to do with the chance of you having the opportunity to put your well polished shoe into her petite behind." Zi Long added.
The Chief Executive Officer of Sumitomo Group laughed again. "Anyone ever told you that you're too direct and too smart for your own good sometimes Captain?"
"More than I care to remember." Zi Long replied matter of factly.
"Hmm. I foresee that I might 'forget' to include Captain Lowe in the copy list of my report. All well and good if her own reports are accurate even though she might not know that another viewpoint is getting submitted." Tamagu-Irez next said, stroking his chin. "On the other hand, if the two reports are very different, someone might start asking questions.. pointed ones."
"It'd be a shame if that was to happen." David said in deadpan. "She might even get cashiered."
"C'mon." Zi Long looked at both men more than a little defensively. "Lowe's most likely a more than capable combat officer. Just not a good PR person in any way." He ignored the look David gave him. "What? I'm just saying that she just wasn't suited for THIS job."
"Indeed Captain." Tamagu-Irez looked at Zi Long in knowing amusement. "Despite my bias against the Oriente Hussars, I'm sure they would not simply allow anyone to rise to command and officer ranks, regardless of birthrights." It was Zi Long and David's turn to give him a wry look. "It's true!"
All three men laughed at that before Tamagu-Irez looked at the Black Stars again. "So, what's next for the Black Stars mercenary command?"
"To be frank, we're not sure yet." Zi Long turned and looked out of one of the glass panels at the black space beyond. "Wherever there's cash to be earned I guess. The universe is full of opportunities."
The CEO of Sumitomo Group joined him in his view. "I wish I could join you on your adventures."
All three men remained silent. They all knew it was a lie.
The bunch of soldiers in mud splattered Carantania Guards infantry uniform huddled around the blazing fire which they had started in a discarded oil drum. Nearby, a crate had been smashed open, its contents already more than half emptied. Empty whiskey bottles lay strewn around the fire, as some of the soldiers snored, while most others took turns gulping down from the half a dozen bottles still left.
Lieutenant Nathan Katz was warming his hands in the freezing night as close to the fire as possible without actually getting burnt. He had already downed half a bottle of whiskey, but the burning liquid had not done much to raise his body temperature other than that of his face.
A scream of pure agony ripped through the night, shocking several soldiers, and waking two who had fallen asleep. Nathan turned towards the shattered building behind him with a frown, followed by a curse as another Caranthania officer strolled out from the darkness of its doorway. "God damnit Jiom, what the phuck did you do to her? Gut her alive?"
Lieutenant Nin Jiom smirked as he buttoned up his pants and joined the group. He looked down in irritation at his groin area. There was a wet and dark patch of red there. His frown turned back into a grin before he shot the soldiers around the fire a wink. "I'm thinking the bitch will be wishin' we'd actually do that to her by the time we're finished." The others laughed raucously at his comment and resumed their drinking. Joim snatched a bottle of whiskey from one of the soldiers and kicked the whimpering man away. "Who's turn is it next?" He asked after he took a swig at the dark brown liquid. One of the soldiers thrust his chin reluctantly at Nathan.
The Carantania Guards officers grinned at each other. "You actually won the draw?" Jiom asked in surprise.
"Nope, I reminded these bastards that rank has its privileges." Nathan's grin broadened and showed his chipped front teeth.
"Go enjoy yourself." Jiom encouraged his fellow officer with a pat on the latter's shoulders. He downed the last of the bottle and stared at the empty glass container. "What the hell?! Someone get me another.."
Another scream shattered the relative silence of the night. It was not those of a woman. It was Nathan's voice. The soldiers around the fire stared in silence once again at the pitch black doorway into which Nathan had strode into just minutes ago. After a few moments, a figure sauntered out. It was most definitely not Lieutenant Nathan Katz.
"Who the hell are you, bitch?!" One of the soldiers spat. In their drunken stupor, no one had even remembered to pick up their weapons.
The woman snarled as she eyed the group of Carantania Guards. "I would've thought that you'd know the person whose fiefdom you've came to invade."
In the ten seconds it took for at least one of the Carantania Guards to finally register who the woman was, semi machine gun rounds had hosed the entire clearing, sparing none of the invaders. The woman continued to stare at the still twitching bodies as another figure walked up to her from within the building where she had appeared from.
"It's too late. She won't survive." The second figure reported. The woman nodded, eyes burning and features hard.
"Help her on her way, cut short her suffering." She instructed. The figure nodded and retreated back into the shadow of the building.
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Of the Carantania Guards led by a General Roger O' Connor that took part in the assault against Trellis Fief, not even the best techs on the entire planet would be able to put the pair of Locust back onto the field without a sizeable amount of spare parts. The Shadow Hawk would be repaired within a short time, although the Carantania Guards would need to find a competent enough MechWarrior for it. Two APCs were completely destroyed, as were three Scorpion light tanks. Of greater consequence was the lost of two entire battalions of infantry – nearly half of the total infantry strength of the Carantania Guards. Not enough marginally sufficient to offset these losses, would be the salvage consisting of a single operational armoured truck with a jury rigged autocannon, and the wrangled remains of the Phoenix Hawk from the fields of battle.
The Trellis Fiefdom would be reduced to nothing so much as blackened cinder and charcoal. Nothing of the once thriving village would remain – not even a whole piece of brick. Of its reported twenty thousand inhabitants and soldiers, only an estimated six hundred had survived the attack of the Carantania Guards. After exhaustive searching of the debris, no sign of Warlord Jessica Kolbe could be found. The few hundred of captured Trellis villagers and soldiers were bundled up, stripped of all belongings and force marched all the way back to Novo Franklin – after selected Carantania Guards who were known lackeys of General Roger O’ Connor had their fun with a couple of Trellis women. Less than four hundred would survive the punishing ordeal.
“Dominance Torâ€, Gould Clan Fortress
New Saar Capitol, Novo Franklin
13th October 3079, 1200 Hours Local Time
“My Lord! It was not my fault!†O’Connor pleaded with the older man. “If my troops hadn’t broken like cowards, we would have defeated them! Punish the cowards, not those of us who are your most loyal.â€
War Master Gould’s voice was almost a purr as he spoke softly, his manner almost that of a snake regarding a fat mouse. “Yet this does not explain why you ran as well. The Mercenaries I expected, all such money troopers are naught but cowards at heart. But YOU retreated as well.â€
“Lord, I HAD to! When the peasants and cowards broke, I was left to fight alone. My remaining would achieve nothing but my death.†O’Connor tried to look righteous and adjusted his sling, tightening it so it cradled his wounded arm closer to his body. “Someone had to return to tell you the truth of the day! Otherwise you would hear nothing but lies from scum trying to save their own pathetic lives!â€
“You mean like the stories I have heard, of YOU ordering a retreat? That sort of lie?†Gould’s voice dropped even lower, almost to a whisper.
“Exactly my Lord! I gave no such order. That is the sort of thing I was concerned about, that traitors would try to shift the blame for their failure onto those of us who remained loyal! Besides that, I COULDN’T give any order at that point! My ‘Mech was damaged in the fight against a Black Star ‘Mech.†He gestured at his wounded arm. “I’d been injured, but I almost had him! If the cowards had not broken and run away, I WOULD have taken his head! Anyway, my ‘Mech’s com-gear was damaged, I couldn’t send or receive anything.â€
Gould nodded. “So.. what would you have done to the ones who fled the battle? What would your decree be, if you were in my position? What punishment is appropriate for such cowardice?â€
O’Connor relaxed slightly as he concluded that the War Master was accepting his version of events. “Punishment or reward lies in your hands, Lord, as it should be, but were it up to me, I would say that nothing less than impalement would suffice! None should be allowed to defy your will.†He smiled inwardly, as he thought of the screams and blood such a punishment would bring, not to mention being able to rid himself of a few more potential rivals.
Gould smiled coldly. “I’m so glad we are in agreement.†He motion for Kolbe to step forward. “Fortunately, Major Kolbe’s com-gear was NOT damaged, and her recording gear didn’t suffer the unfortunate malfunctions that yours did, so we were able to view the recordings for ourselves.â€
O’Connor paled as he began to realize that things were NOT as he had thought they were.
“Imagine my surprise, when I heard the ever so loyal Colonel O’Connor order a general retreat. The fact that this occurred moments after the enemy had managed to inflict painful, but non-life threatening wounds on his person makes this doubly fascinating.
O’Connor started to speak, but fell silent as Gould motioned to one of the guards, who pointed his pistol at the shocked MechWarrior and relieved him of his side-arm.
“At least the mercenary admitted to his actions, cowardly though they were.†He motioned to Major Kolbe. “And Major Kolbe has been kind enough to demonstrate to me, through the use of simulation programs, that he made the correct tactical decisions, if not the bravest. So they will not be punished at this time. Their actions will not be forgotten though.â€
Gould sat back in his throne. “We have also reviewed the tactical situation at the main battle… Again, the decision to pull back was the correct one… IF it had been done properly, ordering a fighting withdrawal… allowing the units engaged to support each other as they withdrew… but this is not what was done! By ordering the retreat in the manner you did, you guaranteed a panicked rout! You COULD have saved at least twice the forces you did from destruction, instead you lost almost all of the forces I trusted you with! Then, as if that was not enough, you chose to lie to me!†Gould’s voice steadily rose during his tirade. “Did you not think I would discover your lies!? Did you not believe I would discover your deceptions!?â€
O’Connor could not speak, his tongue was tied by his terror.
Gould looked over at Kolbe. “Jessica… while impaling this fool would be MOST satisfying, we don’t have the time. Would you?†He made a small gesture at his former advisor.
“Of course, my Lord.†Kolbe nodded as she drew her pistol.
O’Connor fell without a word as the bullet shattered his skull.
Jessica lowered her pistol, but did not holster it yet. Turning back to face Gould, she smiled. “I do have one other bit of business today, War Master, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.â€
Basking in the afterglow a good execution always gave him, the War Master smiled indulgently at his new senior advisor. “Of course, Jessica, I always have time for loyal servants, we can decide our next move against the southern scum later today.â€
Jessica nodded. “My thanks, Lord.†Squaring her shoulders, she kept on, her tone light and reasonable. “Unfortunately, I must report one additional complication. Another threat to the war effort.â€
Gould sat up, intently eyeing Kolbe. “Who would dare!?†The man questioned, then gestured at O’Connor’s bleeding corpse. “How many fools must be killed before they cease resisting me?â€
“Just one more, My Lord.†Jessica smiled. “Once he is removed, things will go much more smoothly, I believe.â€
“A spy?†Gould demanded. “The one who has been giving all our plans to the enemy? Bring him here! His death will last for weeks!â€
“So you desire that the one who has led your forces to ruin be executed my Lord? You do not wish to keep him alive for another purpose?†Jessica questioned the elderly ruler.
“I want the treasonous bastard dead!†Gould snarled, “I want him destroyed as an example for all such traitors!â€
Jessica smiled broadly. “As you command, so shall it be.†She raised her pistol, aiming at the old man. “War Master Stephen Gould, you sit condemned out of your own mouth, having passed your own sentence. By your actions and paranoia, you have substantially weakened the war effort for New Saars, and significantly harmed the men fighting for this nation. You yourself are the single worst obstacle to New Saars dominance. At this point, we will be lucky to hold onto what has already been taken, any further such follies will lead only to our total destruction.†She shrugged. “Perhaps once you are gone, we will be able to discuss peace with the southerners… we need time to rebuild, and will not get it so long as you live.â€
Gould’s face reddened with rage. “Guards! Kill this traitor!â€
Jessica just smiled. “You seem determined to prove my point. Did you forget just WHO sets your guard schedule? Such a shame that you decided to send them away today. But who would have guessed that O’Connor would turn traitor like that? And that he would be able to kill you before I could bring him down?†Jessica shrugged. “Ah well, such is the way of things.â€
Gould never heard the shot.
Campus Carinthia
Carantania Principality, Novo Franklin
16th November 3079, 1630 hours
“Inbound Mule Class DropShip, you have clearance to land.†A bored sounding voice intoned. “Please proceed to coordinates Epsilon Zeta One One Niner Six Zero. Details will be transmitted to you in ten seconds.â€
“Roger and wilco that Ground Control.†The comms officer onboard of the Fresh Beginning grinned. Everyone onboard the Armoured Legion DropShip had been looking forward to finally getting their feet on solid ground again after months of space travel – even the DropShip crew who were more used to the gravity-less environment.
He frowned slightly as the data streamed across his monitor as the landing site came in. “Eh… ground control, this is the Fresh Beginning.â€
“Go ahead Fresh Beginning.†The same bored voice replied again.
“The coordinates indicate that we are to land in Campus Carinthia.†The mercenary DropShip crew asked with a slight frown. “Doesn’t that make us sit smack right on top of the enemy capital?â€
“Negative that Fresh Beginning.†The comms officer was getting increasingly agitated at the droning voice of Ground Control. “You are clear to land.â€
“Whatever you say Ground Control.†The mercenary shrugged.
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Zi Long and David looked out of the command centre as the Armoured Legion’s Mule Class DropShip slowly descended from the skies on plasma heated flames. Zi Long could not help but grin. Incredibly, David was smiling as well. The arrival of these mercenaries had presented an unanticipated haul of high tech salvage that they would never had thought possible out here in the Periphery. Hell, none of them would have dreamed of salvage of such quality that would be coming their way even if they had worked in the largest Periphery states like the Magistry of Canopus, the Marian Hegemony or the Taurian Concordat who had access to some of the newer toys around.
They had discussed long and hard on how to approach the situation. Trenchard had been authorized to allow the Black Stars a free hand to do what they want, as long as the mercenaries were kicked off world after that. None of the factions on Novo Franklin had any illusions on their ability to handle the well equipped soldiers if they were to allowed to roam Novo Franklin.
The Black Stars had finally settled on one of the plans proposed by David. He had it planned that the ‘Stars would wait for them to land, then before they unloaded, the ‘Stars would drop a volley of paint rounds on them.
At that point, Zi Long would contact them and point out just what a bad position they were in – especially since they are in a cargo DropShip with paper thin armour and cannot quickly unload.
“Rossi would than break out in chains of Italian explicits, after which I expect him to cry and sob.†Zi Long had commented with a wink.
David shrugged. “Of course.â€
“They’ll surrender to the inevitable.†Zi Long had continued. “At least I hope they do. Blowing all that equipment to dust and scrape would be SUCH a waste...â€
The Black Stars’ XO had than nodded in agreement. “Yeah. We name a tonnage price and ransom for them to be allowed safe passage off planet.†He had than raised an eyebrow at Zi Long. “They would, of course, be required to leave immediately, yes?â€
“Of course. Escorted by the Event no less.â€
“Sounds just about right.†David nodded as he shifted his fake arm. “Nothing personal, just business.â€
Zi Long nodded solemnly. “Of course.â€
“And actually, given how much a Mule can carry, we're not asking for all that much.â€
“I’m thinking of asking for about 300 odd to 400 tons of ransom.†Zi Long agreed. “We're not even taking that much. Maybe a lance's worth.†Zi Long continued.
“Not TOO outrageous.†David replied. “It'll sting, but not as much as an artillery barrage. Not to mention the rockets.â€
“And the mortar.†Zi Long pointed out. “Or they could lose everything if we decide to blow the crap of their Mule.â€
“Yup. So losing a lance or so.. not so bad. Smacks the ego a bit, but..â€
“They've been smacked around worse before so I expect they'll live.†Zi Long waved the point away.
“They'll develop an even greater paranoia about employers of course.†David pointed out.
“Yeah. At the very least, they should do some background checks before picking up a contract.†Zi Long winked. “And they would have learned that a contract that says your opponents are going to be the Black Stars should be something to drop like a hot potato.â€
“Indeed.†Both men had than looked at each other, before breaking out in laughter again. For some reason, both of them were trying to justify to each other the morality of what basically amounted to the blackmailing of Rossi’s Armoured Legion. In actual fact, both the Black Stars officers knew that they needed no such justification – war’s a bitch after all. And to the victor goes the spoils.
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Zi Long shock his head to bring himself back from the highly entertaining conversation between himself and David as a low rumble and slight tremor announced the landing of the Armoured Legion’s DropShip on Campus Carinthia’s Drop Port tarmac.
The Black Stars allowed the fusion plant of the DropShip to cool down. Over on their comms, they heard the usual protocol as the Legion’s DropShip Captain requested for permission to unload and disembark. Zi Long barked a short order into the ‘Stars’ own systems.
Seconds later, a dozen shells arced over the Drop Port control tower and impacted onto the Mule Class DropShip.
The comms between the DropShip and the Ground Control ceased immediately.
Taking a deep breath, Zi Long slapped a switch that redirected the communication lines from the Drop Port Ground Control to the ‘Stars’ command center.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. This is Captain Zhao Zi Long of the Black Stars mercenary command. On behalf of our employers, the Franklin Trustee Council, we regret to inform you that the New Saars Milita has been defeated. Your employer, War Master Steven Gould has been… removed from office.â€
Zi Long paused for a while, letting the information sink into the Armoured Legion.
“The rather offending thuds you just heard, and no doubt felt on your DropShip’s hull are paint rounds fired from artillery assets that are already zeroed onto your position. I am transmitting an external video feeds via channel Twenty Seven if you wish to view our handiwork.†Zi Long grinned. “I’m sorry if we could not get a more soothing colour, but blood red paint seems to be the most common and preferred colour here on Novo Franklin.â€
“Furthermore, we already have quite a number of rocket launchers and mortar batteries who are also taking aim at your vessel.†The grin on Zi Long’s face faded. “In other words, Colonel Delio Rossi, you are screwed. Bad.â€
Zi Long paused and waited for a while more. As he and David had expected, a red light flashed, indicating incoming comms from the DropShip. The Chinese man switched it on, patching himself through to the trapped mercenaries.
“This is Colonel Delio Rossi of the Rossi’s Armoured Legion. What right have you to hold me and my people ransom?! If New Saars is no more, than my contract is void, and we are a free unit. You have no right to lay such terms and conditions!†A man of about forty odd years of age appeared on their screen. Silvery white hair streaked back from the widow’s peak on his forehead. Even through the fuzzy resolution of the screen, Zi Long could tell of the wrinkles that told of hardship and suffering the man had suffered. It nearly made him regret what he was about to do. Nearly, but not quite.
“What you said is indeed true Colonel.†Zi Long smiled. “Unfortunately – for you and your command, New Saars Principality is NOT gone. It merely changed leadership. I’m quite sure you know of the difference.â€
“Than New Saars will have to underwrite my unit’s losses as per all DMM sanctioned contract!†The Commanding Officer of the Armoured Legion roared. “You and your scum of a unit can claim whatever you wish from them!â€
“I hate to point it out to you my dear Colonel Rossi, but you are again in error.†Zi Long replied. “I have asked my contacts on Terra to check things out. The contract Rossi’s Armoured Legion signed with New Saars Principality is NOT a Department of Mercenary Management approved one. That means that you are NOT entitled to replacement funds and rights, unless your contract with New Saars stipulated such a clause – which I seriously doubt given that the best piece of military hardware they could field were a couple of 3020s era Vedette tanks, and a couple of BattleMechs falling apart from rust.â€
“Also, since until notice of termination of contract, Rossi’s Armoured Legion is officially still under the employment of New Saars. As at this moment, they have surrendered all the mercenaries under their employment to the UDF.†Zi Long narrowed his eyes. “And that, of course, includes the Armoured Legion.â€
“That only means that we would be surrendering to the UDF!†Rossi screamed, his face getting redder by the moment. “You dirt bags have nothing over us!â€
“For your information - the United Defence Force have in turn transferred the rights of your surrender to the Black Stars.†Zi Long smiled like a shark closing in on a wounded seal. “This means that your ass is mine.â€
The face in the screen froze as that final bit of news hit him.
Zi Long pulled a hand over to the back of his neck and massaged it lightly. “To be frank about things Colonel, my people actually tried to persuade me to confiscate your entire unit’s hardware and leave you and your people to the mercy of the locals. I refused, although after all that shouting, screaming and name calling you just subjected me and my Black Stars to, I’m not sure if I've made a right decision.â€
Zi Long pulled out a cigarette from his pocket again as Rossi simmered in the screen. Out of sight of the Armoured Legion CO, David rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose. Zi Long ignored him as he lighted the white paper stick and took a long breath out of it. “Luckily for you, me and my XO managed to persuade our people that it wasn’t entirely your fault for not checking up on your employer before signing a contract. On the other hand, I do wish people would stop jumping onto the contract negotiation table and do a dance every time they found out that the Black Stars would be their opponents.â€
By the expression on Colonel Rossi’s face, Zi Long could tell that he had hit close to a nerve or two with his remarks. Nothing like a good soothing after some serious bitch slapping. “I know your unit has had the short end of the draw against the Blakists previously Colonel. I know of the losses and pain your unit suffered. It must have taken incredible courage and determination to pull together and rebuild the Armoured Legion like you and your people did. For that, I cannot, and will not be a party of that which would cause your destruction.â€
The shoulders of the older man sagged as he finally admitted defeat. “Fine. What is it that the Black Stars want Captain Zhao.â€
“I know that your command has been registered as a combined arms reinforced battalion.†Zi Long replied. “What we are asking for, is a ransom of up to four hundred tons of your hardware – no limitation as to the total number of unit.â€
Rossi looked up in surprise. “You would only ask for ten percent of my unit’s total tonnage?â€
“I told you we’re not as blood suckish as you thought.†Zi Long winked at the image as he looked out of the command centre at the unmoving Mule sitting out in the open tarmac. He imagined that Rossi was looking in the same direction as well. “However, don’t be surprised if we pick the heaviest machines under your command, or the most rare. A pair of forty five ton VND-1R Vindicators don’t really compare to an eighty five ton Templar even though the former outweigh the latter by five tons.â€
The figure in the screen nodded once mutely.
“After we have collected our bounty, our Seeker Class DropShip will escort the Fresh Beginning back to the jump point. Once your JumpShip has been recharged, you are to leave Novo Franklin system. All of your DropShip crew, soldiers, technicians – basically EVERYONE are to disembark from the DropShip and come under the custody of our security. You will be placed under our protection as our people check on the pieces of equipment that we want to take. If necessary, we will call for your people for assistance in what I believe your people will classify as looting. Otherwise, at no point between now and that point in time of your departure are any of your people allowed out of our sight.†Zi Long intoned.
The Colonel seemed to be listening to a voice outside of the screen. His eyes widened slightly before turning back towards Zi Long. “Your Seeker Class DropShip? You are talking about the Event Horizon!â€
“I see that its reputation has once again preceded it.†Zi Long smiled. "I hate it when our ride's reputation goes before our own..."
Rossi took a deep breath as he nodded once again to some people out of screen view. “Very well Captain. I will allow you and your people on board. Give me some time to announce the news to my people.â€
“Fair enough.†Zi Long agreed. “You have five minutes.â€
Nibo City, Kingdom of Nibo
Nibo IV
24th December 3079
2005 hours local time
“What do you mean NO news?†The recently crowned King Marcus Collins II asked of the bespectacled man before him. “They were on a DropShip, linked to a JumpShip – just two jumps away from the Nibo system. There must have been SOMETHING.â€
The older man swept his brows with shaking hands. The young King did not possess of the fiery temperament of his father – not yet anyway. But it was never a good idea to upset one’s liege, and paymaster. Professor Dextor Sparks spread his arms in resignation. “I’m afraid that’s just it my Lord. Their last transmission reported that they detected what seemed to be a space vessel orbiting one of the systems and would be moving in for closer inspection. That was early this month. Since then, we have not received any further reports back from the expedition team.â€
Marcus turned towards a heavy set man standing to the Professor’s side. “Admiral?â€
Rear Admiral Vincent Alfax had been appointed to his position after the invasion. Then Captain Alfax had been in command of the only assault DropShip – an ancient Avenger purchased from the Draconis Combine (at ridiculously high cost), and led the small but potent mix of spanking new Sword aerospace fighters, other older designs and a pair of armed Mule Class DropShips against the naval armada of the invaders. Alfax had displayed amazing tactical skills and ingenuity, frequently manoeuvring the small force he had in hand against the numerically superior enemy fleet so that he could hit them where the Nibo fleet could fight with local advantage in numbers. With the Nibo Air Admiralty now expanded to include a pair of Kuan Ti assault DropShips, two Avengers including Alfax’s former ship, Sword heavy fighters and the more nimble Corax light fighters, Rear Admiral Alfax had sworn to bleed any invaders bone dry before they could ever feel the soil on Nibo itself. The entire Nibo military had seen a new breed of soldiers and officers rose to prominence during the invasion. Young officers like Alfax had replaced many of the dead wood that had previously spread throughout the old NAF. While Quikscell might have severely damaged the economical and industrial abilities of the Kingdom, it had inadvertently strengthened the Kingdom in ways it had never thought of.
“I’m afraid what the Professor said is true my Lord.†He replied simply.
The young King scraped his chin, deep in thought. “Any chance of the DropShip Captain making a find of some sort of treasure trove and running?â€
Alfax shook his head slightly. “I have known Captain Pallister since my time as a second mate on one of our merchant DropShips. He may have been known as an old coot and a stick in the mud, but his loyalty and integrity is beyond doubt.â€
Marcus nodded before raising his eyebrow. “The people under him?â€
A new voice joined the discussion. “Lieutenant Hughes who led the infantry detachment had a distinguished track record during the invasion. I doubt he would have given up his land holdings, or his family here for money – no matter the amount.â€
Marcus turned towards the new comer even though he already knew who it was. “Major Katz, glad that you could join us.†He smiled. “The part about not giving up on land holdings or family… that’s a little too much to ask for don’t you think? Especially if the treasure they find might make them multi millionaires.â€
“True.†The elderly female MechWarrior agreed. “But Hughes was offered a huge bribe by Quikscell during the invasion. If he did not turn than, I doubt he would turn now.â€
Marcus swore under his breath. He turned towards the Professor. “You do realize that this was the THIRD expedition I’ve despatched yes? I don’t know what you guys teach in NU, but these things DO cost money, and money do NOT grow on trees – whatever my father might have told our citizens.â€
Emma smiled. “I have an idea, if my Lord would care to listen?â€
Marcus mirrored her smile. “Of course Major. It’s not like me of my friends here are currently brimming with them now.â€
“I’ve heard recently of reports of this group of mercenaries who seem to specialize operating in the Periphery, especially under… interesting situations. They have a certain… reputation that seemed to preclude more reputable employers from seeking their employment though.†Emma started. “Our particular predication might be something they might be interested in exploring. For a suitable fee for course.â€
“Mercenaries?†Alfax spat the word like it was poison. “My Lord, I must protest. Haven’t we had enough of them.â€
“Indeed we have Admiral.†The smile on Marcus’s face spread into a grin. “However, these mercs would be operating mostly AWAY from Nibo, out of our system, far from spitting distance to our planet.â€
“The mercs would provide more protection that we ourselves could afford at this moment. And frankly speaking, they’d be a better escort than our own forces since most, if not all of them had never fought away from our own planet.†Emma added.
“But what if there’s a repeat of the invasion?†Alfax pushed on. “How can we be sure that they would not take advantage of our current weakened state and attack us under the guise of seeking honest employment?â€
“The Kingdom of Nibo? Offering honest employment?†Marcus laughed. “I’m sorry my friend, but you do realize that these two are absolute oxy morons yes?†The King of Nibo stood. “If it would pacify you, you can mobilise the entire Nibo Air Admiralty during their arrival in system. And of course I will have Major Katz put the entire Immortals battalion on guard duty during their stay here.â€
Alfax still looked dubious. Marcus clapped his hands onto the man on his shoulders. “I love you like the brother that my departed father did not see fit to bestow from his royal loins. However, I doubt a mixed company of mercenaries, even if they were from the Wolf Dragoons would be able to do much against the entire might of the Nibo Armed Forces, yes?â€
“And to make doubly sure, we’ll dispatched them together with a pair of Sword OmniFighters. You’ll get to choose the pilots. They’ll also be transported by one of those armed Mule DropShips that served you so well in the invasion.†Marcus beamed.
“An excellent proposal my Lord.†The nearly forgotten Professor Dextor Sparks remarked.
“Oh, and to make sure that the expedition is under good, knowledgeable guidance, YOU will be put in charge of the mission.â€
The face of the Professor turned pale. “But… but… there’s lots of other important work back at the University that requires my personal attention…â€
“Come now Professor.†Marcus smiled widely. “Remember what you told me? This might be THE find of the century if not the millennium! What wouldn’t I give to be part of it if not for the chores of running our little world.†The young King grinned. “No. I would not refuse you the chance of attaining possible eternal fame. You will go, and that is final.â€
Professor Dextor Sparks spared at the faces smiling at him. For all the hours long lectures he had ever given, for some reason, words failed him completely. All he could do was to nod in surrender.
Satisfied that everything was in order, Marcus turned back towards the Major. "What's the name of this outfit again?"
"The Black Stars my Lord." Emma announced. "They call themselves the Black Stars."
August 1st, 3079
1600 Hours, Ship’s Time
Rec-Deck
Dropship “Event Horizonâ€
System #: DD-456-M-2
Deep Periphery
David’s face showed mild boredom as he cued the next aerial photograph to be projected. “Most of the orbital scan showed nothing until we got to this section.†He pointed out a few obviously man made structures. “It appears to be a mining camp on first glance, but the second and third orbital passes, along with radio intercepts show it to be a Pirate base. Probably a wildcat mining team got taken over and the mine captured from them.â€
David shrugged, indifferent to the real origin of the site. “Either way, our best evaluation at this time is around a company of Mechs, supported by a few vehicles and techs. This doesn’t count any slaves they may have of course.
Lieutenant Conti spoke up. “Why the domes? Is there some reason why a hostile environment camp? And was the DropShip spotted? Are they in a defensive posture?â€
David shook his head. “We don’t have any indication that they detected our overflights. Zhao believes that they are relying on obscurity for defense, and have avoided setting up a sensor grid because that’s easily detectable.†He frowned. “Personally I think it more likely that they are probably just lazy, sloppy bastards, who didn’t want to do the work or watch the monitors. As for the domes, well... the atmosphere isn’t toxic, but there isn’t a whole lot of it either. Anyone outside a dome, Mech or adapted vehicle has only a short time before hypoxia sets in... maybe ten minutes or so, shorter if exerting.â€
David shrugged. “On the plus side, low atmosphere pressure and oxygen count means that inferno rounds are less effective, if they were to try to use them on anyone.â€
“What about their transport?†Gallagher piped up from the back of the room. “Have we seen any DropShips?â€
David nodded. “Over here.†He called up another photo-recon image. “They have a Mule class DropShip, and a Leopard. We’re thinking that most of the Mechs are stored on-board, with the personnel shuttled back and forth via ground vehicle.â€
“JumpShip?†Gallagher followed up on his first question.
“Not yet.†David yawned. “The ship’s captain believes they are likely at the opposite jump point from where we jumped in system. Which means we were likely masked by the system’s sun, and neither of us could detect each other.â€
“When do we attack?†Glen smiled, the former clansman was clearly eager for a fight.
“We don’t.†David drawled.
“WHAT!†At least half a dozen voices blurted out in shock, followed by quiet grumbling.
“I was quite clear.†David spoke softly. “We will NOT be attacking at this time.â€
“But, we could take them by surprise and crush them easily! Why wouldn’t we attack scum such as those worthless Surats?†Glen clearly was confused by his commander’s orders. From the expressions of several of the others in the room, he was not the only one.
David shrugged. “Not in the contract.â€
“But...â€
David glared at Glen. “I am not in the habit of repeating orders!â€
As Glen subsided, visibly unhappy, David ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Look, I understand the temptation, believe me I do. But right now, under THIS contract, all we’re being paid to do is guard the surveyors and keep our mouths shut about whatever they might find. That’s IT! Not charge off on some noble quest to rid the Periphery of every Pirate band we happen across. We’re not getting paid enough for that! Not on basic security rates and no provision for salvage rights!â€
He smiled slightly, just a hint of humour on his lips. “Now, if Nibo decides they want to HIRE us to do just that.. for a more appropriate rate for a combat contract.. we might just be back to bring this little group to account.â€
He glared out over the small briefing room. “Until then, I don’t want to hear any more about it, got it?! Good!â€
He gathered up his notes. “We’re headed back to the JumpShip and jumping out for DCP-1336TG as soon as we get there. Once we’ve recharged, we’ll be heading back to Nibo to report. Any questions? Good, now let’s not get sloppy because we’re headed back to the barn, we might yet run into something out here.â€
From way in the back, where Aina’s sub-unit clustered, Theresa’s voice floated forward. “When we did the orbital sweeps, were there any indications of enemy aerospace forces? In case we come back, I’d like to know what to prepare for.â€
David nodded in her direction. “We have no direct evidence of aerospace fighters, but as you know, the Leopard has bays for two, and we have no idea what kind or how many other DropShips they might have besides these two. I would have to say, for the purposes of sims, assume they have six fighters. They probably don’t have that many, but plan for the worst case, and hope for better.†He glanced back down toward his notes.
“Right, that’s it for now. I want everyone secured for jump by 2200 hours. Dismissed.†As the Black Star troopers filed out of the large room, some of them grumbled under their breath about not going after the pirates, but none of them made a formal objection. They understood the reasoning, even agreed with it, but that didn’t mean they liked it.
David leaned back on one of the couches. There was a downside to having aggressive troops, and this was one of them. Sometimes it was harder to get them NOT to fight. He sighed, at least most of them understood the concepts of “Appropriate time and place†and “Staying on taskâ€.
David smiled slightly, he’d thought it was going to devolve into a fistfight in the system after that. At first, they’d thought they had found what they were looking for, but it quickly became obvious that the local population was in no way capable of sending the sorts of signals that Nibo had been detecting.
The Star League era plague beacons in orbit told the beginning of the tale, but it didn’t take much to piece together the rest.
Centuries in the past, the planet had been a thriving colony, poised to become a bright spot in the periphery, a jewel of civilization in the darkness. But then came the Amaris Coup, and Kerensky’s campaign to retake Terra. All but ignored, still the colony survived, even prospered. The population soared, fuelled by a benign climate and swelled by refugees from the conflicts raging across the inner sphere.
But it all came to naught. The beacon didn’t list the source of the plague, if the placer ever knew. But whether a Bio-terror weapon intentionally employed, an accidental release from a research lab, or the simple mutation of a naturally occurring virus, the result was the same.
Dubbed the “Zombie Plague†by the doctor whose files were attached to the beacons, it turned men, women, and children into mindless brutes, prone to explode into senseless violence at the slightest event. Attacking the central nervous system like Rabies, the plague spread rapidly, plunging the nascent colony into chaos and death.
Lacking the resources to combat the plague, and not even able to isolate the specific virus that caused it, much less create a treatment or vaccine, the authorities had placed the beacons and declared the planet under perpetual quarantine, sacrificing those on the planet in order to prevent any further spread of the disease.
Surprisingly though, there were survivors. David guessed they’d either somehow managed to avoid contamination, or that there was a genetic component that made them immune to infection. Probably around six to eight percent of the original population had lived to try to salvage what they could from the ashes.
Overall David thought they’d done pretty well to salvage what they had and rebuild to where they were today. Steam engines and telegraph communications were now the cutting edge for the population, which seemed to be growing slowly, but steadily, from what could be seen from orbit. The arguments had arisen when certain members of the science team wanted to land and investigate the planet, despite the quarantine, and had been soundly vetoed by both the ship’s captain, and the Black Stars.
The landing faction had argued that the disease was likely gone, or at least mutated into a harmless form by now, citing the existence of the population as evidence. But, the Non-landing faction had again vetoed the landing idea, on the basis that not only did they know almost nothing about the vector and biology of the disease, that the quarantine was a permanent one, and that anyone that landed was STAYING landed - period. Even if they had to shoot down anyone that tried to take off again. The JumpShip Captain had also declared that he’d scuttle his ship with all aboard before risking taking something like that back to Nibo.
Standing and stretching, David grabbed a cold beer from one of the small coolers scattered around the rec-deck. Taking a sip, he started for his quarters to get ready for the jump. Just a little while longer and they’d be back at Nibo. Maybe they’d be back to deal with the Pirates, maybe not. Right now, David didn’t much care.
The huge double doors on one end of the hall way that led to the King’s court opened silently on well oiled hinges, with a young Nibo officer approaching the three men.
“The King would like to request for your kind presence please.â€
Zhao winked at David. “Let’s not keep his Majesty waiting than.â€
In the room, the Black Star reports had been spread over a large table, with holovids of aerial and orbital photos of the pirate bases projected over the table. Around the table, King Marcus Collins, Rear Admiral Vincent Alfax and Major Emma Katz were pouring over the details, joined by two other officers, both spotting the ranks of Colonel.
“Captain Zhao! Lieutenant Ten-Bears! Welcome back to the Kingdom!†The King beamed brightly as the pair approached the table. The others turned towards the approaching mercenaries. “I believe you have already met Rear Admiral Alfax and Major Katz previously. This gentleman is Senior Colonel Andrew Smith, commander of our 1st Heavy Guards Regiment.â€
The more elderly of the unfamiliar officers extended his hands to shake both of those of Zhao and Ten-Bears. Despite his obvious age, his grip was strong, but not overly so.
“And this is Colonel Richard Carls, commander of the 5th Nibo Armoured Regiment.â€
“Gentlemen.†The younger Carls smiled easily at the pair of Black Stars. “We understand that we owe you the safe return of the Professor and his crew, as well as the discovery of those blasted bandits who had been plaguing Nibo. Thank you.â€
“Its our job.†Zhao dismissed the complements with a slight tilt of his head. “I would be worried if we didn’t find anything.â€
“Indeed.†The young King added. “For without a proper enemy, we wouldn’t be here.â€
Zhao raised an eyebrow. “Oh?â€
“As you well know, the Kingdom’s still rebuilding from the devastation of the QS backed invasion last year. While the Colonels had wanted the honour of crashing the possible remnants of those mercenary turned pirates, a quick number crunching concluded what I have feared – that we are in no shape to undertake such an operation.â€
David shrugged. "Not exactly a surprise... if you'd had available forces for outside operations, we wouldn't have been hired for escort duty in the first place."
“In light of that predicament, the Kingdom would like to extend a supplement contract to the Black Stars for the neutralization of these pirates.†The King continued. “Payment would be double what we offered for the earlier escort duty of course, with full salvage rights.â€
“Any supporting forces?†Zhao asked.
“The Next Stop will continue to provide you with the means to travel to, and back from that system where the pirates are holding up. Its… what was it called again?†The King looked around.
“DD-456-M-2†Ira reminded his King politely.
“Silly name to give a planet if you ask me.†The King rolled his eyes. “But anyway, Lieutenant Kepford will also continue to provide some aerospace support with his pair of Sword OmniFighters.â€
“Unfortunately, that will be all the military support we can provide you with.†Colonel Richard Carls concluded.
"If these are indeed the remnants of the pirates and mercs who participated in the attack against us the previous year, I can tell you now that they're armed with more than just rust buckets and tanks held together by spit, bale and prayers."Senior Colonel Andrew Smith rubbed his jaws, brows knotted. "While you won't spot the latest top of the line machines in their ranks, they have been known to have some upgraded hardware as well."
"We'll work with that in mind." Zi Long replied. "And thank you for letting the Swords accompany us for this supplement contract."
David sighed. "It's more than most of our employers are able to contribute." David turned to face the King. "And if you don't care for the current name, your Majesty, you could always give it a new one. The planet WAS found by forces under your banner, and you ARE the local sovereign. Who better to give it a more fitting name?"
The young leader of the Deep Periphery world grinned at Ten-Bears. "We'll see about that after the successful conclusion of your mission. There's more than enough time."
Zi Long nodded. "If that's the case, we'll see to the necessary preparations for our departure as soon as possible."
"Of course." Marcus agreed. "Good luck, and good hunting."
Quikscell, Inc. Headquarters
Port Royal, Kalidasa
Free Worlds League
15th August
2200 hours local time
"Are they already on their way?" The woman asked of the pair of well dressed men before her. The room was dimly lit, but ornately furnished. Various scale models of armoured combat vehicles were on display - trademark vehicles manufactured by the Inner Sphere spanning Quikscell Inc.
"They are." The smaller built of the pair replied in a low monotone. What little lighting in the room reflected off his clean shaven scalp. "As instructed, they have been issued some of the better quality equipment we have."
The woman nodded. "And the BattleMechs?"
"As per your orders, we have allowed them to trade in their old machines with Orion, Hercules, Trebuchet, Hunchback and Wasp 'Mechs which we managed to obtained from our... friends from Kali Yama." The bald man reported. "Their commander even asked for a couple of Perseus OmniMechs."
The woman's head raised slightly at that. "Which you declined?"
"Of course." The man replied.
"My Lady." The bigger man interrupted hesitantly. "Are we certain we want to spend so much of our resources on them? It seemed that the resources we are pouring into this vendetta of your late father has far outweighed the benefits it was supposed to reap. After all, they seemed to be slowly rotting to nothingness since the invasion."
"They had shown surprising resilience despite our best efforts." The woman waved his comments away, though a slight rise in her voice hinted that the man might had struck a chord. "And that is something I cannot allow." She glared at the bigger man. "In fact, from what I hear, they've actually shown signs of recovery in the last six months."
"But they are so far away!" The man nearly wailed in despair. "And is diverting our higher quality equipment which are reserved and slated for domestic use wise? These have traditionally been reserved for the FWLM and used to keep the Federal Government mollified and avoid unpleasant investigations into some of our more... dubious operations." Beads of sweat had started to trickle down his face. "And the 'Mechs from Kali Yama - wouldn't these allow people to trace things back to us?"
Never renowned as a quality manufacturer, the rush to exploit the export sales market led Quikscell to cut even more corners in an effort to maximize profits. The company’s infamous cost-over-quality dogma, even when cutting costs means using sub-standard materials, has given Quikscell its well-deserved “cheap and nasty†reputation. Less well known is the company’s practice of dual-sourcing many key components, reserving higher-quality versions in products slated for domestic use within the League. This practise had kept the FWLM and the Federal Government mollified and helped avoid unwanted investigations into the company's practise. The end result was that export buyers usually ended up paying the price of noticeably poorer maintenance and field performance. Despite its quality issues, a solid market continued to exist for Quikscell’s products, particularly among planetary militias and other groups that had to work with harsh budget constraints.
"Don't be ridiculous Marcus." The woman snorted. "Those 'Mechs are some of the most widely exported machines all over the Inner Sphere. They can be found in virtually any Successor State and uncountable number of merc units, not to mention some Periphery states."
"And those bureaucratic pigs in the Federal Government are currently too busy occupied with cleaning up the mess of the Civil War than to notice a slight drop in the quality of a couple of dozens of vehicles." The smaller man added.
The woman turned away from the pair. "I trust that things would be more... conclusive this time round." It was not a question.
"The mercenaries we hired this time round had a better reputation and proven track record than the hodgepodge of low lives we hired the last time round. Given the difference in equipment and capabilities, I have no doubt of the outcome."
"Marcus is right though, this has been dragging on for far too long. I want this ended once and for all Julian." The woman stated as she stared at the ceiling. "One way or another."
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