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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #60 on: 26 March 2012, 03:31:13 »
Archon's Private chamber, Arc Royal...

"...Citizens for Lyran Purity.  But we've got data on a handfull of other groups on other worlds with the same rhetoric, same symbology, but radically different uses of the same initials."  Alicia Savinson paused.

"I have a question-you and Curiakis, how long has Liz Ngo been one of yours?" Peter Steiner-Davion went straight to the point, "And how long did you think I wouldn't catch on?"

"Since 3053, Sir-we recruited her right after AFFC doctors said she was too ill to enlist-her first mission was infiltration of the Wolf's Dragoons training camps on Outreach." Savinson told him.

"Fifty-three...and she went to Outreach in '54.  Those are interesting numbers, General.  Who knows?" Peter asked,  "I'm asking, because part of this report's talking around it-Her name keeps popping up in this report, General.  Is she involved with this group?"

"No Your Highness, she is not...we think the reason her name keeps cropping up, is that they're targeting her agents."  Savinson said.

"Her agents, and anyone connected to her." Curiakis clarified from the second chair.  "Leige, they're sponsoring a group on Arluna right now-we think it has to do with Elizabeth's nominating MacAulliffe to the Duchy."

Peter stood, hands folded behind his back, and looked out the window.  "Find out who's backing them." he said bluntly, "Find out who's feeding them targets, find out what they're up to.  This is multi-world, organized, and they're working to a plan-find out what it is, and who they're working for."
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #61 on: 26 March 2012, 04:35:39 »
Chocowalla Gap, 0200 Hours Local time, Conditions -15 degrees Celsius, wind speed 5 KPH at ground level, air is clear...

Starburst flares opened the darkness into a washed-out monochrome daylight, followed by timed incendiary shells, which added a ruddy glow to the ground level as they burned scrub forests along the 20 kilometer main run of the gap.

From the north, four aerospace fighters flying at nap-of-the-earth broke the sound barrier-hammering the eardrums of anyone not wearing protection.   a few desultory ropes of tracers rose tardily at the passing fighters-anti-air defense points calibrated to engage the earlier bombing runs coming south-to-north and from east and west-the class-two cannons failing to track quickly enough, as the fighters passed, in some cases, below them.

the first salvo of air-dropped munitions, braking flaps open, hit a few seconds later, most generating secondaries-the earlier bombardments had NOT ignored where the bandits were emplacing their guns, even while bypassing them in the daylight.

The first mission-air-defense suppression, was complete, and the few guns still operating were frantically sweeping north, looking low to the horizon, while a commercial Planetlifter lugged quietly at 10,000 feet to the drop point, opened her rear clamshells, and dropped out stealthy cargoes, too small for the AAA guns to track and non-radar-reflective in any case.

Company B and Company A of the 11th plunged, chutes closed to the minimum distance before opening in a HALO assault drop, while a short battalion of Battlemechs, led into this fight by a WHM-6R named "Caballero del Fuego" dashed up the  gap, flanked on each side by forest-fires and lit from above by blinding white flare-light-from flares hanging just below the path of the Air-assault group, and just above the flight path of the fighters from the north.

The initial bombardment awoke the hornet's nest, and the Bandits gathered their war-machines and their Battlemechs, confident of easy victory after the previous day, and sallied into the gap to meet their challengers.

At the 12 Kilometer mark, Starslab-and-Fusion waves met with the rippling actinic light of Laser and PPC fire, autocannon's thunder, and the almost-mild whooshing of jump-jets.

Hell raved in the gap...

At the feet of Giants...

The enemy's 'mechs had not expected such force this early-Don Felix had been able to rouse even those that had objected to the Provisional government and spurned Debbie's attempts.  The result was 24 battlemechs had appeared in under 4 hours, some arriving by borrowed dropship at the starting line.

Deb MacAulliffe rode behind them, in a Prowler ITV the Coasties had 'liberated' from the abandoned Blakist compound.  It still stank of storage grease and the bloated body of the mechanic who'd died servicing it months ago.

cold out here. she mused, cradling the borrowed Mauser 960 as she sat in the open hatch, daring the enemy to do what the Flu had failed, while a driver and gunner from Don Felix's own retinue of retainers ran the rest of the tank.

"Duquesa, come inside, Please?"  Julio San Martin, the track gunner, asked.

"Ah order'd this, Ah need t' see it through." she replied.

"Yes, I know, but I need to operate the guns, and you're in the way, Duquesa."  He replied.

She tucked the rifle, and lowered the seat-which closed the hatch.

"much better, Senora." he told her, "Everyone knows you are here now...so let me do my job, si?"

"Si." she replied, slightly embarrassed.

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #62 on: 26 March 2012, 05:06:25 »
Pol Nguyen...

The flares cast flickering shadows from the gap into the valley, and in those flickering shadows, the Marines moved.  The enemy was distracted, watching the gap and the skies, not their backs, as the Marines bounded through the village of Alderton, checking buildings.  This was knife-work, mostly-shots would be later, but streets and houses were good for hiding  and manuever, and bayonets are very quiet, when you use them right.

"Shhh..shhhh...it's over soon..." he whispered, as the sentry guarding what used to be the middle-school's front door shuddered and bled out in his arms.  He dropped the body, and motioned his first-squad into the building.

With the lights out, it was nightvision work, which the guards were obviously using.  Pol popped two flashbangs, and tossed them into the hall with a clatter, while sheilding his own eyes.  The shouts of consternation, and the burst of Submachinegun fire told his people where the guards were-they were near the stairs to the upper classrooms.  He slid his sunglasses down, and stepped right, silent-carbine raised, and fired three shots into the first one, while Dinh tossed two more flashbangs out.

The rattle of SMG fire was replaced by the metallic snicking of silenced carbines tossing subsonic bullets through suppressors that made them nearly as large as a full rifle in bulk.

Two guards down, the rest of the Platoon spread into the building like water from a broken main, water that flowed up stairs, around corners, hitting the men guarding those rooms like a poison.

They found 35 kids cornered in the basement, across from the cafeteria, ages a few months to twelve years, and the kids smelled like they needed a bath in that old locker-room.

"Chim đại bàng tới con Rồng, mục tiêu Đầu tiên Giữ an toàn.." he reported, then had 2nd Platoon move to the school's power-plant while 3rd secured the bus barn.

"You got foood?" a kid tugged at his arm.  Pol looked down at the child, studied her face a moment, and pulled a meal-bar out of his LCE.  It almost started a mini-riot.

"Get me a cook down here, and see if there's anything for these kids to eat in the Cafeteria!" He barked to his Gunny.

He knelt down, "Last time you ate?" he asked.

"yesterday, mister."  an older kid answered.  Several of his squad were passing out ration bars.

"That is horrible." He stated, "You will not go hungry again, The bad people who starved you won't get the chance."
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #63 on: 26 March 2012, 05:24:16 »
David Vanh...

"armed man, one of those rags on his right arm, moving between the Library and the old Courthouse." David muttered.

"Got him.  Shot away."  Sgt. Chung replied, as her rifle-a custom 7.98 MM long-range target rifle, released a single bullet that crossed the 800 meters between their position on the bluff, and the running man in the alley.
"Target down.  next target, 650 meters north, wind is still easterly at five KPH, antiarmor team loading a jeep." David peered through the spotting scope, "Driver's not wearing a helmet."

"Got him, shot away." Chung told him.  A thunder here, and a few breaths later, the driver slumped in a spray.

"Officer, looks like, rallying the rest, five meters from the jeep." David told her.

Boom! the man in the scope's view crumpled mid harangue.

a burst of machine-gun bullets scored the rockface above them.  "Time to move!" Sarah announced, and looked to her left.

David lay dead, two rounds through his helmet, one through the spotting scope.

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #64 on: 26 March 2012, 05:35:19 »
Prisoner Containers

Lt. Moshe Thieu's troops found the prisoner-guards to be atypically aware, as a result, the guns came out first. 

Ten dead men later, they had the approaches to the containers cleared, and 2nd squad was cutting the chains off.

"Can you walk?" he demanded of the first prisoner out. 

"Ah k'n walk, y'all got guns?" the man asked.

"You fight?" Moshe asked.

"Fight these ******, hell yeah Ah'll fight-these bast'ds 're crazy, the kids, y'all got the kids safe?"  the man asked.

"Lt. Nguyen's company has secured the school..." Moshe began.

"Thet's 'nough."  Moshe looked at the man's feet.  "Corpsman, check them out, see if any of them have shoes." he ordered, then turned to the man, "Sir, we're here to rescue you-it's below freezing out here, and you don't have shoes."

"Ah'll take his, an' his gun, 'fin you don' mind? they took our town mister-took us by s'prise, we want some of our own back."

"You'll get it." Moshe said, "First, shoes."
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #65 on: 26 March 2012, 06:13:31 »
15KM mark, Chocowalla Gap...

Shells were falling behind the Glorious Revolution's Battlemech Battalion, and hell was coming up the gap. 

Somehow, the petty nobles had gotten organized, and Hektor was NOT happy about that.

He stomped the pedals on his GRF-2S Griffin, and rose up above the fray, angled to land on one of the lower shelves flanking the steepest part of the Gap.  His lock-alarm sounded seconds before he came down, hte scope showed it was from behind him...


WO1 Sandra Cohn saw the 'mech as it went up-almost hitting her rotors, she adjusted left and sideways, bringing the nose of her Cavalry AH around, until the HUD flashed red-to-green, indicating lock by both the Streak launchers and the SRM 6.

It was just too easy a shot, so she took it-right into the rear of the  medium 'mech's upper torso, ten SRM missles bounded less than ninety meters, and she raked the nose and teased the throttle, going up-and-back as the missles, freed of their launcher, slammed into the Griffin in front of her.

Armor bulged outward, and the Griffin's jump-jets erupted, then went dark, and he tumbled back down to the floor of the Gap, arms and legs pinwheeling in a tumble that ended on a roll to the frozen surface of Chocowalla Creek.

"Two bounce, three bounce..." she wheeled right and accellerated up to 105KPH across the flagging line of Bandits, looking for runners to chase down.
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #66 on: 26 March 2012, 06:33:46 »
0600 Hours...

The Bandit formation broke at 0410 hours, their remaining ground vehicles harried and corralled by fast-moving Marten helicopter scouts lobbing Inferno SRM munitions, which cooked many of the bandits' dismounted infantry.  The 'mechs were pursued by fast moving native 'mechs and the bigger gunships-Cavalry AH's and Warrior H-7's, picking at them from angles and canyon-carving at speeds that the enemy's light 'mechs could not match.

By 0530, they'd reached the mines, and the town.

"How many prisoners?" Felix asked.

"Freed, or captured?" Lt. Moshe Thieu, the senior company commander from the Coast Guard airborne drop, asked.

"Captured, I assume you freed the ones they were holding..." Don Felix replied.

"we took about a hundered, mostly local kids, a few offworlders...how'd it go on the way in?" Moshe asked.

"It was fun." Don Felix said gravely, "Like a visit to a particularly savage dentist, but without the bad music."

"Losses?" Debbie Mac asked, walking in.

"About forty men from the airborne mission, no MIAs.  Given the size and extent of the opposition, not a bad tally, really." Moshe stated, "Lt. Nguyen's troops secured the hostages early and held off the bandit's attempts at reinforcement at the school without losing more than a couple squads, but we lost two scout-sniper teams before things were secured here.  We had supplemental help from some of the locals, seems our visitors think they're part of some movement or other."

"And the reports about mistreating civilians and POW's?" she asked.

"True." Moshe stated.

"Fahn, Don Felix, Ah need a panel of field-grade officahs, an' we need t'find someon' can act as defense counsel." Debbie said, "Ah b'lieve we ahn' gon' jes shoot 'em without a trial, or interrogation-y'all know propah LAAF proceduh fo' interrogatin' enemy combatants?"

"I do." Don Felix said firmly.

"good.  Leutenan', please info'm Commandah Cu'ong thet we need suppl'mentry medical an' relief personnel up heah, an' Ah need somebody t'guard th' prisoners until they've been propahly Processed, tried, an' othahwise dealt with."

"What about the-" Moshe began.

"Don Felix, who's we got on pursuit, Ah don' want the bastahds done this t'get a wink o' sleep or chance t' eat, an' ah don want 'em able t' rally.  We crush this heah, an' now, savvy?"
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #67 on: 26 March 2012, 13:04:28 »
"...there are two skills a Noble Ruler MUST have-the first is to make even the most unreasonable demand seem eminently sensible, and more important, do-able. 
The second, is to know when to make an unreasonable demand seem sensible and doable.  We spent the next six days chasing the stragglers down-and we got them all.  We found the Landing zone where they had arrived, and their initial cache of spare parts and equipment, while she sat in judgement over trial after trial
I sincerely believe she slept less than we did through the entire thing.  When it came time to pass sentence, she stayed for every shot...and when it was over, when the cameras were off, I saw her weep for them.  A true Noble makes unreasonable demands on themselves, not just others..."


-Don Felix Deguarra de Castro, "The Duchess we made-Arluna after the flu" Ciudad Los Francisco e Angeles press, Arluna, 3087 A.D.

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #68 on: 27 March 2012, 03:21:50 »
Arc Royal, 16 February, 3068...

Agnes Esterhazi stared at the news in utter disbelief.  "Tanuyama-" she said, putting the report down.

"Relax, they weren't the cream of the movement." the organizer told her, "fact is, this was a fairly successful field-test." he said, "We were able to organize nearly double the number of men we sent-they just weren't the best men for actual combat...the only real disappointment, is that they couldn't stretch it out enough to draw the bitch from Kowloon into an embarassment."

The Newsies images showed Debra MacAulliffe standing in front of a gaggle of bound prisoners, the headline said "Pirate Raid Quelled by Local Militia".

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« Reply #69 on: 27 March 2012, 03:34:08 »
4 March, 3068, Grantsville Commons...

"...Your fluency in Spanish is becoming exceptional, Duquessa, perhaps you should adopt it as a first language!" Don Felix said it with a broad grin.

"Dao told me the same thing about Viet." Debbie remarked,  "Last week."  They WERE speaking Spanish today, and enjoying the 15 degrees celsius weather of an early spring after a hard winter.

"Every tongue, but the one you were born to." He said with a chuckle..."and German.  There is probably a story behind that."

Debbie shrugged, and kicked a slushball from the roadside.  "Duquesa Elizabeth will be here soon, are you sure you don't want to come with me to Tharkad?" She asked.

"You already named me your regent, I would be remiss in my duty...but do, please, Write me...it will be a relief from the bickering of the Assembly and the chore of training recruits." he told her, and added, "I know you will be in very loose company-remember what is right, they are a pack of backstabbing snakes, and Elizabeth Ngo is the worst of them, so be CAREFUL."

"I will..." Debbie said it as the old Don reached out and hugged her like a father...like her father.

"I miss my daddy." she said softly.

"I know...remember to let me have a look at any young men who try to make too much time with you-I will drive off the bad ones!" He announced, and smiled down at her.

Commander Dao Thanh of the air group was waiting at the benches when they reached that part of the park.  The Kowloonese spacer looked miserable in the cold, a misery made worse by a dress uniform designed for urban and enclosed spaces.

Still, the Kowloonese spacer stood up, and rendered a sharp hand-salute to both Debbie, and Don Felix, who returned it with the crispness of an old, hard-edged veteran of the Myrmidon sort.

"Ma'am, Sir, it is time." Dao said, "I would've sent a ranker, but my LAAF file says I need a set number of ground-hours to keep my rating."

Don Felix chuckled, Debbie looked confused for a moment, then he let her in on the joke-"Lyran Medical prescribes set periods of 'shore leave', that are required-they are based on the assumption that spacers are...not Rockjacks.  How is Commodore Li, by the way?" he asked.

"Commodore Li is well, thank you for asking, Colonel." Dao replied formally, "She wonders if you still get TDS so bad that you have to be medicated-I was specifically instructed to remind you of the incident in '40..."

He laughed again, "You can tell the Commodore that yes, I still get space-sickness, but that is no longer a matter of difficulty, you might inquire as to her own little panic-attack on Pandora in '35."

"Very good, sir.  Your Grace, your chariot awaits."  Dao said, gesturing at a 4x4 vehicle idling in the car-park.

On the way to the port...

"...Kapitain Collins will be your shipboard commander for the bulk of the trip back." Dao told her.

"Ah though' y'all was gon' be goin' with?" Debbie asked.

"Ma'am, I'm serving as retinue, not Crew this trip." Dao told her, "Just another passenger on someone else's ship, I have to report to Tharkad for my LAAF NavCert, so once we're there, I'll probably not see you much."

Debbie looked at Dao, who was driving, "NavCert? Ain't y'allready Jump-plot qualified?" she asked.

"I am, but with the LAAF 'activating' Coast Guard's Reserve status to full active, a bunch of us have to got through LAAF supervised testing to keep our ratings-I'm also delinquent on my annuals because of operations in the Arluna system, so I can't even claim grandfathered currency." Dao told her, "It's Bureaucratic shit, but it means that we can work on your languages when Her Grace isn't trying to crowbar information into your head.  Your Bodyguard for surface-side Tharkad is Lt. Thieu and some of your own people-mostly ex-cops and a couple of ex-military types leavened with a squad of Coastie Marines from OCB."

"OCB?" Debbie asked.

"Um... 'organized crime bureau', they're like Detectives, mostly wear plainclothes, know how to run surveillance and, more importantly, bodyguard detail for witnesses and VIP's.  Someone tries to hit you, they'll probably spot it long before the hitter's ready." Dao explained.

"And this is necess'ry why??" Debbie asked.

"Because someone already TRIED putting a hit out on you.  Remember that guy, Manus?" Dao said calmly.

"Yeh." Debbie shivered in the warm confines of the vehicle.

"Keep in mind, there are areas they won't let you carry that hog-leg you like.  On the other hand, registered bodyguards and Peace Officers generally get a professional's courtesy, where Nobles wouldn't get it."

"ah." Debbie observed.

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #70 on: 27 March 2012, 04:25:18 »
LAS Kowloon, Arluna Orbit...

Hayseed. Kapitain Michael Collins couldn't help thinking it when the duchess-in-waiting for Arluna came aboard.  Gods, let her pay attention to the damn safety briefings...please, o' lord, don't make her a problem for the trip, and Try, oh lord almighty, to make it so she doesn't clog half the air-filtration systems every time we jump!

"THIS must be your first time in space." Liz Ngo said, floating freely near the entry lock.

Debbie nodded, still looking with those wide, touristy-eyes around the vessel.

"yessm." Debbie said, "wow..."

"You'll get used to it." Liz stated, "Kapitain?"

Dao, next to her, nudged Debbie a bit, and she seemed to recover some of her wits.

"P'rmiishin' t' Com' Boahrd?" Debbie's drawl was VERY thick.

"Granted." Collins said with a wince, Her accent's thicker than a Donegaller's!

"Again, Deborah." Liz growled.

Debbie swallowed hard, and carefully said, "Thank You, Captain, Sir."   she said it VERY deliberately.

the way it came out, the carefully pronounced, almost foreign way it came out, suddenly struck Collins as funny.  He fought back the urge to giggle at her discomfort.  "You are welcome, Lady MacAulliffe."  He told her.

"She actually speaks really well in Viet." Dao offered into the awkward moment, "And spanish."

"mah di'lekt 'n Anglish aint no good fo' out-system, or so Ah'm tole." Debbie drawled, "an' ah cain't seem t' git Deutsch raght neither."

Collins winced a little more, "Okay, for the trip, you can use Viet if you ever visit engineering, and everywhere else, just use spanish-there are enough Spanish-speakers on-board we can make do."

"Bueno." Debbie replied.

Join the Navy, they said, Travel they said... he thought, exotic places, exotic people...I should have done my five and gotten out!



Note: the phenomena of 'dialect challenged' people learning to speak more clearly in foreign languages than their own, is well documented in history, and not JUST a literary convention to get out of writing ALL of Debbie's lines in thick, difficult to read dialect-though it IS helpful...
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #71 on: 27 March 2012, 06:23:56 »
In Debbie's absence, Arluna...

Don Felix watched the shuttle leave, and returned to the city.  city...barely a village worth of people, but it IS our city. 

On the way, while his man drove, he studied the folders Duquesa MacAulliffe left behind.  Many of the projects listed were the sort of thing, a year ago, he would have scoffed at, even furiously opposed.

but, under our present conditions...  He could see Elizabeth Ngo's hand in a lot of them-the economic models, for instance, mechanisms for enforcing property rights, revised taxation structures, and investment strategies were definitely modeled on Kowloon's recovery after that Pendejo Condit's execution.

I hold this office in Trust. he grimly told the part of his heart that yearned for the old ways, This represents the objective, my orders, so I will now find ways to assure they are carried out.  putting it into a Military mein settled his doubts-A good soldier carries out orders, even when he disagrees.

"Turn left at the turnpike, I want to see the town from the heights." He said, we must have a survey for a lot of this...

the car rode to the peak of the bluff, and he stepped out.

DeSoto was a boon companion...but MacAulliffe was right.  why did I have to lose so much to learn this, oh god?
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« Reply #72 on: 28 March 2012, 05:35:51 »
Tharkad, April 30, 3068...

The LAS Kowloon's patrol had taken two months to go the six week distance from Arluna to Tharkad, thus providing Liz the time to continue Deb's education.

Other than crimes against proper grammar spreading through the crew like a wildfire, there was remarkably little damage otherwise, and the girl had, at least, a serviceable skill at German pronunciation-enough, at least, that a translator in the Archon's court wouldn't be necessary.  At convenient stops, the HPG on board was used to forward Debbie's test results to UW Donegal, finishing four years' worth of academics in just under two months-minus lab work.  The Duchess at least had the equivalent of a Bachelor's degree in Civics-the bare minimum requirement for entry into the upper levels of the Civil Service.

Liz booked a suite at the Triad Great Western hotel at midnight (local time).

"Get some rest, Deborah." Liz told her, "Tomorrow, you're going out to buy some decent clothes."

"These is...these ARE decent." Deb replied, "Plus they're WARM, y'al-you didn't tell me it was gon' be this damn cold."

Liz rolled her eyes, "You went out in the middle of winter, fought a midnight battle, in sub-freezing weather that lasted thirty-six hours, and you're complaining about a measely fifteen Celsius? I kept you on that tin can too long...no, you're a New Noble and Saturday, which is two days away, is the Archon's mixer for young Noble Heirs-you're GOING to be there."

"Ah...I'm already-" Deb began.

"No, not until Peter swears you in.  You've used the de-facto power, now it's time to make it legitimate, which for YOU, means making yourself presentable and credible as a Noble."

"Y'all always run around in them suits." Debbie replied, tired and at this point, uncaring about how her accent sounded.

"These suits, cost as much as your father brought in over a year's crops, before taxes...and I did have to go-in '53 and '54, it's useful to make contacts, Deborah-I taught you the basics, now it's time for you to practice the practicals, I have a friend coming in the morning, she'll help you find something that works."


In spite of being in the centre of civilization, in a city that had more people than her entire world had left, Debbie slept with the windows open and an 10.1mm magnum under the pillow.

April 31, 0745

"couldn't you find her a teddy bear, or a cat or something?" Liz asked Dao Thanh that morning.

"Dogs and cats? Liz, I was THERE, feral animals pretty much went rampant all over Arluna-Deb there's more likely to SHOOT a dog, than pet it." Dao cracked, "Most Arlunans are-starving mutts form packs, and they don't have any fear of man, and after they've eaten human carrion, we all look like one thing to them-food."

"Gotcha, no pets." Liz said, "She's sleeping in?"

"Probably jumplagged a little bit-she's used to shipboard time now, it'll take a few days for her sleep-cycle to catch up, plus teenagers..." Dao shrugged.

Lt. Theiu's voice reported over commlink that Elizabeth's guest, plus a security detail from Nashan were on the way up.

"I'll get her up, Your Grace." Dao said.

Debbie was in the shower when Maggie Doons entered the front room of the suite.  "Where is this girl you think is such a great candidate, Liz?" she asked without preamble.

"Showering." Elizabeth told the older Duchess, "She still has some rough edges to smooth out, but I think she'll do."

"someone else had some rough edges-and still does." Doons observed,  "I take it she's at least housebroken?"

the showering sounds stopped, and a few minutes later, Debbie came out.  Five foot six, auburn haired, slim, with green eyes, and Maggie Doons stared at her for a moment before the girl retreated back to the bedroom to get dressed.

"Jesus, Liz, she looks like...Penny." Margaret Doons whispered.

"I noticed a resemblance." Elizabeth said, "Only Deborah there, isn't a junkie like we were, I think she'd give Daphne a heart attack if they ever met."

"no surgeries?" Maggie asked.

"None. That's her-in-the-flesh, no cosmetic surgery, no makeup for that matter." Liz stated, "you saw the discolorations."

"Yes... er, permanent, I take it?" Margaret asked.

"Docs say it's like a marker-'survived the Flu and lived'.  Dao has 'em, some of the others do too, so I'd suggest maybe a trip by the cosmetics counter? she's going to have enough trouble with that accent."

Debbie Mac's idea of "Shopping attire" immediately brought up the subject of store security.  "Deborah, this is Margaret Doons, she's also a Duchess, and senior to both of us...and could you find somewhere to put that pistol? You're not going to be accosted by feral animals here, and the local merchants are kind of sensitive about weapons..."

"Ah gots it in a Shoulder rig! it'd fit right under th' Jacket..." Deb protested.

Margaret looked at Liz, "NOT domesticated." she said with a cocked eyebrow and a funny gleam.  "Deborah, what happens when you take the jacket OFF?"  she tapped the side of her gray-streaked head, "Think... Now, I do know you are unaccustomed to letting OTHER people carry guns while you're unarmed...we're going to have to get you something less...conspicuous.  Tharkad IS a dangerous place, and if you're anything like certain OTHER young ladies I've mentored before, you're going to give your security detail the slip every chance you can-so we're going to start by obtaining something concealable instead of that...Horse-pistol."

Liz sighed and spread her hands, "She's yours, Maggie...good luck."


Sternsacht Arms Dealership Emporium, Triad City, 1000 hours local time...

"Mein Gott, that's a Wesson und Klerke .41, isn't it?" the man at the counter asked, "May I see it?"
Debbie looked uneasily around, and then laid the revolver on the counter.

"It is...young lady, this is a classic, where do you find the rounds?" He asked.

"Handload'n?" Debbie answered, "ah gots a rig at th' Farm, an' plenty of 10.1mm bullits."

"Hmm..." he took out a lazer-caliper, "Ten milimeter, Sternarms auto slugs, You run a hot charge?"

"Stings 'little, two dips wi' th' ladle, wha?" she asked.

"well...you've got gas-leakage, and unless I miss my guess, it puts out a flame about a meter long when you fire it, these classics are pretty tough, but you've been wearing the bore out with undersize slugs and..." he cracked one bullet open using a puller, "Rifle powder." he shook his head, "I take it you're self-taught?"

"Had to." Deb answered, "Rifle got too clumsy."

the armorer nodded again, "We can rebarrel it for ten standard slugs, and I can get you loading data for the correct powder charge and primers, even hook you up with loaded shots..but your grandmother there says you need a concealable piece, and even with a four incher, this is NOT concealable."

"Not my Grannie, neithah, a frien." Debbie said, "Of a frien', help'n me out."

"Well...let's see that hand-you shoot left, right, or a-frame?"

Deb extended both hands, "Whichever's closer." she told him, "Mostly Raght."

"Try this..." he placed a concealable hold-out pistol in her right hand.

"Dinky." she announced.

"That is, 'Concealable', Deborah-The Triad is a major city, and fashions, even in this climate, tend to be more revealing than Arlunan standards would appear to be." Maggie pointed out.

"Arlunan?" the counterman asked.

"Oh...ease up, she's already BEEN sick." Maggie said, "Medically cleared-this is the Duchess-to-be of Arluna, Fred, I'm assisting Ngo in getting her somewhat reaquainted with civilization."

He seemed to take a few minutes digesting that...and then... "I've HEARD of you!" He said, and his expression went back to the smile-now actually reaching his eyes, "I know JUST the thing-it's even in style this year!"

He came back with something somewhere between a standard hold-out, and a service pistol  "Nine milimeter, locked action breech, seven shot capacity, buffered with the new tri-buffer system, and it's what the well-dressed 'mechwarriors are buying this year, it comes in a variety of chromed and coloured finishes." He announced.

"Holster?" Deb asked, "That thing'd get lost in mah own rig."

"Tooled leather, finest craftsmanship...and it has the right name embossed."  He said.  The holster rig had "Sternsacht Gmbh" tooled into what looked, to Deb, like the tackiest leather gun-belt in history.

"Adv'tisin' discount?" Debbie asked, "Or d'ya have it in black Nemourlon, no dec'rations?"

at which, Maggie stifled a giggle, "Fred, that is the tackiest..."

"I'm serious-the youngsters can't get enough of this...but yeah, we have a professional rig, and it costs less."  He told them.

"Good, ah don' mean t'be a wet blankit, but ah don't want t'look like a wannabee, neither." she said, "Tastefully understated works f'r Liz, an' it works f' you..an I reckon Ah need all th' help there Ah kin get."

Her revolver taken back to be serviced by the gunsmith, Deb wore her new purchase outside-concealed, in a concealment holster, under her blouse and the waistband of her skirt.

"At least you don't insist on pants." Maggie noted as they climbed into the car.  "Liz, when she and my Penny were running around together, blanched at the idea of anything else...now, to find you a dress that works with that hip-cannon of yours."

"Ah'm suprised they' lettin' me keep it." Deb said, "If ah recall correct, there's age limits..."

"You're a noble, an Orphan, and from the periphery side of the Com-er, Alliance, dear.  Liz got all of your permits and they're linked to the file download on your identicard-as an Emancipated Minor, you have ALL the rights and responsibilities of a full adult, and most of the privelages."

"Oh..."

1045
The next stop was the Triad Speigel Und Unterhoffer-an exclusive boutique. 

"Th' price on one of these'd feed a family of four for six months." debbie noted, looking at one of the cheaper outfits, "an' Ah don' think it'd hold up t' work, neither."

"These are not FOR work, dear, they're expensive to be impressive." Maggie stated, "You have been with Elizabeth too long..."

"Nope, Ah've allus been like this." Deb said, "Momma said Ah should've been born a boy...or a mennonite."

The salesgirl looked to Maggie, "Mechwarrior, or Mercenary?" she asked, nodding at Deb.

"New Nobility." Maggie said, "Still getting used to the idea of having money."

"ah...Swearing in on Sunday, then?" the girl asked.

"Indeed." Maggie said, "Something formal, for the Cotillion, that won't make her pass out from mortification."

"Oh...Body-Shy?" the salesgirl asked.

"Very." Debbie interrupted, "Y'all got anything ah cain't see through like a winder?"


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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #73 on: 28 March 2012, 11:19:58 »
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« Reply #74 on: 28 March 2012, 17:56:29 »
Excellent stuff!

I'm getting a definite firefly vibe off Debbie. Then again, it could be the revolver she's toting :)

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« Reply #75 on: 29 March 2012, 03:20:21 »
Rowe-McClaren Offices, Tharkad...

"Jesus, she looks like Penny Doons...did Liz have her surgically altered or something?"  Tom Rowe stared at the surveillance images.

"No." Carlos Paulson, his corporate Security head, stated flatly, "Think of it as there being a finite number of combinations that human Genetics can come up with-there are bound to be people of very similar build an base appearance, even separated over years and distance-I've got her applications holos from last year, other than those permanent bruises she's basically the same gal."

"It explains why Liz is so interested, and why she hooked Doons into co-sponsorship...I wonder what the bitch from Kowloon's game is, bringing that specter for Maggie to cope with all over again..."  He said softly.

"It's been almost twenty years, Sir." Carlos pointed out.

Tom looked calmly at the images, "But...yeah, I think she's got a game going-Liz never did anything she didn't have two backup plans running and three tertiaries...so, what have you found out about her, other than a striking resemblance to one of Daphne's childhood friends?"

"She scored upper ninety-ninth percentile on her applications testing, but your buddy DeSoto blackballed her out of every decent Academy in the Lyran Alliance-and most of the second-class ones too, her father survived Tamar, only to die as a political prisoner when the Flu wiped the slate on Arluna, She's managed to make herself into a real, honest-to-Kerensky populist leader, she's fought a couple of battles, against serious opposition, including a recent skirmish with some mystery group that had 'mechs-that one was in the dead of winter, and the post-battle from our agents on Arluna said she got Don Felix and most of the hold-out nobles to chip in on a high-risk night-time assault of a defended position, in sub-zero weather."

"Don Felix probably planned that operation." Rowe said flatly, "The girl's too young for that."

"Yeah, but he's giving HER the credit...as in all of it."  Carlos said, "Means he's putting the bank on her as a replacement for his dead kids, probably."

"What else?" Tom asked,  "I mean, I know the DeSoto thing might hurt us with her, but what about her character?"

"Too early to really tell that-she was on-the-ground when two billion plus people choked on their own snot and vomit, including virtually everyone she knew, and she came out like this." Carlos shrugged, "Given her background, I'd suspect she's stubborn as hell, once she gets an idea in her head, but since she seems able to lead men, including men who're more experienced, knowledgable and accomplished, that means-"

"It means she knows how to listen." Tom said, "It also means she's a survivor as well as a leader, and it means she's probably NOT a sociopath like Liz Ngo...so we might be able to actually Talk to her."

"Makes an interesting question, then, sir..."  Carlos mused, "Why did Liz pick her?"

Tom laughed, "Liz Ngo is an intelligent psychopath, Carlos-she surrounds herself with people who aren't anything LIKE her-and she's good at picking talent, she picked this kid because she's GOT talent, and because she's NOT a sociopathic monster."
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #76 on: 29 March 2012, 04:08:26 »
Grand Steiner Ballroom, Triad, Tharkad, Saturday, 31 April, 3067, 1900 Hours...

Peter Steiner-Davion, Archon of the Lyran Alliance, Lord of Tharkad, Archduke of the Protectorate of Donegal and First-Lord-in-Waiting of the Star League watched the milling of the crowd below with some interest.  "Good music must be dead." he commented.  His 'Date' for this evening was Laura Baynes Brewer,  fourth in line of succession to Coventry and 'on loan' from the 1st Royal Guards.

"Oh, I don't know, Milord, I remember hearing my father saying the same thing when I was right at the cusp of academy age." Laura observed, "and I seem to recall your mother had a similar opinion of what YOU listened to..."

"Maybe it's a sign I'm starting into middle-age, then." the Archon said with a sigh.  "how are the security arrangements doing?"

"So far, fewer weapons than normal." Laura said, "We did get a heads-up though-the MacAulliffe girl is likely to be packing heat when she arrives, in spite of gentle warnings to the contrary."

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me in the least-the kid just lived through a plague and all the chaos that comes with it." Peter said, "Make sure they go easy on her as long as she turns it over, and make sure she gets it back when she leaves."

"Already accounted for." Laura said, "Still, I'm surprised that Ngo didn't tell her-"

"When Liz was coming, we were all sporting pistols and sabres and such out in the open as part of the costume." Peter said,  "Nobody had the gall to make a play for the Archon's scalp in public back then."

"Speak of the devil..." Laura said, pointing at the entry checkpoint.


Scanning station

"miss, please, ah, turn over your weapon."  The LAAF soldier at the checkpoint was in full dress blues.  Debbie was in a decidedly NOT military outfit-for clothing deliberately designed to be unrevealing, she still felt naked, and the tall boots weren't a help there-the skirt was too short, the blouse too close to revealing, the vest, instead of decently concealing her...assets...seemed instead to be designed to HIGHLIGHT them-to draw attention.  And she thought the makeup was too much.

"Raht..." she drew the new hangun, fingers well back from the trigger guard, ejected the magazine and racked the slide with the practiced ease of someone VERY familiar with weapons.  "Ah'll want it back." she said, and added the holster with its spare magazines to the tray.  The security station trooper ran a scan over her again, then locked the tray's lid down, and handed her the key.  The locked box went onto a secured rack coded by numbers.  "enjoy the party." he told her.

Lt.. Gerhardt Handlemann-Bitburg watched the young lady go through the motions, turn her weapon in, and check her long cloak.  He leaned over to Sgt. Krause.  "She'd be prettier if she'd loosen up." he muttered to the NCO, "She's dressed like an old woman, and hardly ANY makeup..."

"Maybe she's married." Krause replied in a reptilian mutter, "or maybe she just has some Class, sir-not everyone in the nobility dresses like a slut, even when they're young."

Gerhardt snorted, "You sound like Uncle Dieter, Krause...watch, she's probably got a stick up her ass the size and rigidity of a cricket bat."

"Not for me to judge, sir... but if she does, we might need to step in." Krause was an old vet.

"Pardon?" Gerhardt was...not.  He'd done most of his service time as a functionary at headquarters, with a brief tour as a guide at the Groningen boys school.

"Her eyes.  She's killed men before-in combat." Krause said knowingly, "It always leaves a mark-that girl's survived hell.  If there is trouble, and she is involved, someone is going to be BADLY hurt."

Gerhardt wasn't entirely dissuaded, "Warrior woman, huh? hawt." he said with a grin.

"I don't think you'll score with that one, sir." Krause told him, "her escort-see?"

Krause might've been a judge of combatants, but Gerhardt was (and prided himself on being) a ladies' man.  "I don't recognize the uniform." he said, "he looks...feminine."

"SHE is a Coast Guard Naval Reserve, probably pureblood Kowloonese and a Rockjack, officer, sir-not girlfriend, chaperone, means the girl's probably just young enough to get you into deep shit, sir." Krause said, "While you were getting ready, I read the briefs- Commander Thanh's on the security list...escorting Duchess to be Deborah MacAulliffe, of Arluna...age Seventeen as of February...note the little red ribbon there, with the biohazard insignia?  It means she's survived a biological weapons attack, and seen combat under biohazardous conditions-it's right next to the Clan Front campaign ribbon."

"oh." Gerhardt's rooster fluff deflated, racks of medals without combat citations didn't work nearly as well in the presence of those who'd SEEN combat-at least, not for attracting young, naive, yet definitely of-age women.

"YOU should make a try for her, then." Gerhardt said, suddenly brightening up, 'YOU've seen combat!"

"No sir, I like my balls between my legs, thank you very much-Duchess MacAulliffe's a Hillfolk-they have some funny, and by funny I mean dangerous, ideas about their women-she's here with the Commander as creep repellant, and if I started hitting on her, at my age? I'd definitely be classified as a creep, no thank you...I've probably sired bastards on tours that are older than she is..." Krause shook his head, "I'm your batsman, sir, but that's one challenge I will NOT rise to meet."





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« Reply #77 on: 29 March 2012, 06:20:43 »
20:00...

Debbie found a comfortable place near the wall, and held as still as she could comfortably be.  It was crowded...at least, in her eyes.  A blur of little knots of people, laughing at each other's lame jokes, talking, gossiping...my god, I'm in high school again. she thought. 

Apart was safe...only it wasn't, her nerves were pinging DANGER.

Everything was like a grainy holovid image-or a Twodee Flat vid-a bad copy of a bad copy.  sharpshooters could set up on that balcony and nobody gon' see 'em.  she looked left and right, noting the distance to the doors marked 'exit' for the thousandth time.

Or was it the ten-thousandth?

unconsciously, she moved just enough to avoid a boy who was talking to a girl dressed like some kind of exotic flower.  They were talking about schools they were going to.  The boy seemed oblivious to how exposed he was to attack.  stop it! Safe, dammit!!  Part of her realized the 'boy' in question was wearing Leutnant's rank, and probably a few years OLDER than she was.

Everyone here seemed to be the same-moving with the same numbed ease, unaware of their surroundings.

Like toddlers, or sheep.

A dandy in Sanglamore's cadet uniform triggered a memory unbidden, cold wind and firelight in the darkness, thunder and a kid named Hillsinger, screaming and trying to push his intestines back into his body at the eighteen K mark of Chocowalla Gap...

and the girl the cadet was talking to, looked like Sindee Sue LaJolla, the most popular girl in the Senior class-before she'd died retching and suffocating, Debbie'd seen her body in the park back in August...

They were all like people from before.  Debbie felt ill. 

"Hey, you okay?" broke into her wall.  Debbie found herself looking, well...down.  The voice asking was attached to a skinny, small fellow wearing large glasses that pulled his ears out-and-forward, he wasn't wearing an academy uniform, just the crest of some noble family or other.

"Um...need t'git some aiah." She mumbled.

"I am Julio Del Vargas e Vega, Baron of Constanza, Buena..." he answered.  His accent was very thick, and the words sounded as rehearsed to Debbie, as anything her speech-coach made her repronounce over and over again.

"Estoy contento encontrarle, Baron Del Vargas,  Estoy Debbie MacAulliffe, Duquesa en Espera, Arluna."  Debbie said, and curtsied down to his eye level.

His expression was both pleased, and somewhat shocked.  "Gracias a Dios, alguien que habla a español!" he said.<Thank GOD, someone who speaks Spanish!>

"Si', Ya que el ratón de ciudad que ladró el gato lejos dijo, 'Es una idea buena de saber(conocer) un segundo, o hasta tercero, lengua.' mi acento en inglés y mi dialecto natal no están... bien en público aquí en Tharkad."<As the town mouse who barked the cat away said, 'It is a good idea to know a second, or even third, language.'  my accent in english and my native dialect are not...good in public here on Tharkad.>

<<For the sake of clarity, let's just pretend the rest is in Spanish, thus saving my poor hands from retyping every line in two languages!>>

"You hardly have an accent-your dialect is very clear in spanish." the young Baron said.

"I had a good teacher." Debbie told him, "now, if I could just learn how to speak the english EVERYONE ELSE understands, or german..." she sighed and rolled her eyes.

"My brother has trouble with German as well-he's studying very hard, Father wants him to join the LAAF when he reaches enlistment age...you are old enough, did you manage to pass the civil service exam, or are you just waiting for your uniforms to be ready?" Julio said innocently.

"That is a long and complex story." she told him, "I have already fought in some battles, but not in a uniform, and not as a mercenary, either."

"Wow...was it as glorious as Pablo says it is?" Julio asked.

"If I never see another battle, it will be one too many." Debbie told him flatly, "Combat is horror, confusion, pain and death.  I have fought in combat, and it was NOT glorious, though our side did win, and my last fight rescued a town that was occupied by fanatics who took children as hostages..." she paused for a moment, "now, SAVING those people was glorious, just the process was...horrible. I saw good men die in front of my eyes, I heard some of them screaming for their god, or their mother, or their loved ones..." she shuddered.  "Holovid lies.  We should only fight when, like in Alderton, we have no other reasonable option, and then, forget a 'fair fight' like the Solaris games-fight to WIN, and win as quickly as possible."

The boy seemed un-deterred, "My father speaks like that, you have children?" he asked.

"I'm seventeen! Not old enough to have kids yet!" Debbie answered.

a voice, cultured and feminine, from Debbie's right intruded, "I read about that.  You were actually there?" Debbie looked and saw a girl...about her age, in MSMA uniform.  "My cousin Julio, always able to find the one interesting person in the room!  I am Kadet Leutnant Esperanza Del Vargas, and you Must be Duchess in Waiting Deborah MacAulliffe!" 

Debbie nodded, "I was there, My plan was...a failure, if not for Don Felix, we would have lost-he came up with the battle plan that won." She told the young Kadet Leutnant.

"Battles lost teach more than battles won-my instructors told me that." Esperanza said, and then glanced down at Julio, "Could you fetch us something to drink, dear cousin?"

"of course!" Julio said with the same constant thump of enthusiasm, and hurried off to the refreshements.

"He's a dear one, someday, he will break many girls hearts." Esperanza said.

Deb nodded, "Smooth." she noted.

"Speaking of hearts, has anyone caught your eye tonight?" Esperanza asked.

"Nope." Debbie said it in English with a slight shake of her head, and switched back to spanish, "They all seem...young? foolish? arrogant?"

This got the other girl laughing.  "Indeed, and they are! WE are! we are YOUNG! NOW is the time when we make all our mistakes so that we can laugh about our foolishness when we're too old..." she paused, "But you've already grown up.  I heard it was bad out there, bad enough that the news is still being filtered."

"Pretty bad." Debbie said, "I lost everyone I ever knew, you can smell the cities still, most of them are still too rank to go into, we're concentrated into the smaller towns now-those of us that are left, anyway, and even with all the clearing work, bodies still turn up, have to be collected, and then burned in great pits for burial."

"You are, as they say, creeping yourself out again." Esperanza said, "You need to dance, and drink, and maybe flirt with some boys...or even, if we can find one, Men, and get your mind off of it...come on!" and with that, Lt. Del Vargas dragged Debbie out into the throng.





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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #78 on: 29 March 2012, 08:55:34 »
Grand Steiner Ballroom, Triad, Tharkad, Saturday, 31 April, 3067, 1900 Hours...
"No sir, I like my balls between my legs, thank you very much-Duchess MacAulliffe's a Hillfolk-they have some funny, and by funny I mean dangerous, ideas about their women-she's here with the Commander as creep repellant, and if I started hitting on her, at my age? I'd definitely be classified as a creep, no thank you...I've probably sired bastards on tours that are older than she is..." Krause shook his head, "I'm your batsman, sir, but that's one challenge I will NOT rise to meet."
Smart man, that Krause, although frankly it would probably be even worse if she took a liking to him.  The only thing more dangerous than an angry redneck woman is an interested redneck woman, especially if she's a little tipsy.  Hormones and alcohol don't mix well with MacAulliffe's brand of directness, especially in a high society setting like this.  If she loosens up too much with this crowd, there's going to be trouble of one sort or another.

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #79 on: 29 March 2012, 18:19:09 »
In Cannonshop's fics, trouble isn't optional - one of the reasons we love them ;)
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #80 on: 29 March 2012, 18:33:33 »
she so reminds me of a scared mouse, allways looking for danger, paranoid, and dame nervous, prolly sweating buckets, and REALY wanting her gun back XD

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #81 on: 29 March 2012, 18:42:27 »
In Cannonshop's fics, trouble isn't optional - one of the reasons we love them ;)

its not IF something goes wrong its how many different storylines all conflict at once :-)
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #82 on: 29 March 2012, 19:13:11 »
i have to say, one of the reasons i like this fic so much, is that there is not so much battles or mechs, but becouse the caracters are well thought out, the story is pretty deep so far, lots of intruige and mestiry and i care about the characters. this is one of the better fics iv read and a part of BT that is rarly explored. I feel that the author has truly put alot of effort and time in flushing the characters out and making a convincing and colorfull story.

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #83 on: 29 March 2012, 21:09:07 »
In Cannonshop's fics, trouble isn't optional - one of the reasons we love them ;)
Good point, I should have said even more trouble than what's already coming.

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #84 on: 29 March 2012, 21:13:14 »
she so reminds me of a scared mouse, allways looking for danger, paranoid, and dame nervous, prolly sweating buckets, and REALY wanting her gun back XD
I don't see a mouse so much as someone who's been forced to see civilization for what it really is; an easily shattered facade to mask mankind's baser instincts.  The heightened awareness, bordering on paranoia is just a visible manifestation of this knowledge.  She's seen, first hand, what happens when people don't have anything left too lose and realizes that even the kindest person out there is capable of unspeakable acts of evil in the right circumstances and with the right kinds of pressure.

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #85 on: 29 March 2012, 21:34:13 »
what you discribe sure sound moucy :P


am i pushing your buttons yet?

cuz what you are saying is self evident, im just talking about what she seems like in that scene

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #86 on: 29 March 2012, 22:03:57 »
what you discribe sure sound moucy :P


am i pushing your buttons yet?

cuz what you are saying is self evident, im just talking about what she seems like in that scene

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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #87 on: 30 March 2012, 00:19:27 »
In Cannonshop's fics, trouble isn't optional - one of the reasons we love them ;)

Reminds me of "Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead"
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #88 on: 30 March 2012, 04:41:42 »
Archon's Balcony...

"It's almost Nine PM, and nobody's started a fight yet-I think it's a record." Peter cracked with a grin.  He then sobered his face, "almost disappointing."

"Pardon?" Laura asked.

"Fights indicate aggression, something the Alliance actually needs MORE of in its ruling classes." Peter explained, "Sharon Bryan showed everyone just how non-workable static, passive defense really IS-I'm looking at a room full of Academy cadets, and nobody's even arguing.  Which either means we did a Good job, or we've missed something critical...and given the last two years, I can't help but think we're missing something critical."

"Don't look now, but I think you might be on the verge of getting your wish, Highness." Laura said, "Look over there-the New Capetown bunch...and here it goes."

"Knew it was too good to last." Peter said.  Disturbingly, he was smiling.



Near the dance-floor...

"Say Yo' Sorrah!!" Debbie snarled it thick, even Esperanza, frantically trying to get the nastiness of a 'two cup dump' of too-sweet grape Kool-aid out of her dress uniform was taken aback-both by Deb's sudden, explosive speed of reaction, and the brutality of the joint-lock she had on Peitr Van Oos' right arm.  The serving-spoon the Duchess of Arluna was holding like a sabre on the other three 'companions' from Royal New Capetown Academy really didn't help matters-the one that had actually tried to step in to save the son of Preatoria's leading noble still sported a bruised eye and broken nose.

"it was a JOKE!!!" Peitr howled.

"Apol'gahz." Debbie snarled, "Mek me b'leive yo' REAL sorrah-She dun nothin' to ya, an yo go an' do thet kinda Childish shit?"

"Debbie..." Esperanza said, in english, "People are staring."

"Let 'm." Debbie said, "Let'm git a good hahd look."  The spoon 'twanged' again, bending it slightly, and a blonde cadet named "Steuben" was coiled around his groin on the floor.

"yo' mumma dun Hed t'teach y'all bett'r this, ah out'r mek y'all warsh it by Han' fo thet."  she growled.  The room was watching, people were lining up, sides were forming.  Esperanza looked around for the Chaperones a little bit frantically.

"YOUR ATTENTION!  ARCHON ON THE FLOOR!!" echoed through the PA system.

People looked nervously at Deb, who was still holding Peitr's face to the floor.

"Um, Deb...the Archon's in the room, you might want to let him go." Esperanza said, "Please?"

"NOT 'till he apologizes." Debbie said it slowly, enunciating each word.  "Almost a man, actin' like a naughty lil' boy.  We is supposed' set th' Example fo' ever'one else, thet's what Noble means."

"PLEASE, I'm SORRY, okay??"  Pietr howled.

Debbie released the torquing on his wrist, but held the lock.

"You can let him up." Peter Steiner-Davion announced as the throng parted.  "Felix said you were fast."

Deb finally let the boy get up.

"Now, MacAulliffe, you're going to apologize to ME, and to everyone else here, for over-reacting." Peter added.

Debbie's flush deepened, and the makeup lost the battle to hide the discolorations from the plague.  "Yessir."  she said.

She climbed up on to a chair, and stepped up on to a table, "I apologize for the mess, I apologize for th' disruption, an' Ah apologize fo' th'...strength of mah reaction, it war not exac'ly p'lite to put his face on th'floor an' yell at 'im like thet."

The words were contrite, but the tone was 'acknowledged message recieved' formal.

"You okay, Cadet?" Peter was asking Steuben, the boy who'd gotten a serving ladle in the groin.

"jawohl, mein Archon...just...gah...taken a little by surprise."  the kid had stone in him...and right now, it felt like that stone was trying to come OUT.

"Sehr gut." Peter said, "You can come down, now, MacAulliffe..."

Debbie climbed down, with some help from a couple of MSMA cadets who'd come to the bash with Esperanza's party.

"How's your german?" Peter asked her.

"Wors'n mah Anglish." Debbie stated honestly.

"Thought so.  Hill People from your neck of the woods are always mush-mouthed.  IF you didn't have the support you've GOT, we wouldn't be dealing with this, you do realize that, right?" He asked.

"ah do. Ah wouldn'a dun no different." she asserted.

"and THAT is why I'm not having you thrown out on your ass." Peter told her, "but you will, in the future, refrain from roughing up your peers in public, am I clear?" He kept his tone smooth, professional-dressing-down quiet, in a room that one could hear a pin drop.

"Cryst'l." Debbie nodded.

"Okay, then, we've had our spot of excitement for the evening-and it's almost Twenty-Two hundered.  Cadets will report to BOQ's or Barracks, the rest of you probably have curfew anyway-except you, MacAulliffe, I know you don't.  You're staying to help the staff clean up, then you're reporting to the Palace in the morning, for assignment...and Del Vargas, Van Oos, and Steuben, eight A.M., Class B working uniforms.  Dismissed."
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Re: "Redneck" (FGC based AU)
« Reply #89 on: 30 March 2012, 05:20:57 »
Heck, she sholda given him a right and prpoer whoopin, complete with hickory switch.
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