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A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« on: 12 March 2012, 05:54:34 »
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Political Situation: After the Arluna Flu was brought under control, and a new form of treatment allowed most victims to survive it, and with the development and widespread distribution of a vaccine, the SLDF in the form of two full Corps of Terran Hegemony troops, backed up by a massive Free Worlds League, Draconis Combine, and Federated Suns effort, pushed the Clan invasion back to the 3066 era line.  This all happened in mid-to-late 3068.  The combined allied forces then drew back, to consolidate on strategically and militarily important worlds, leaving much of the "Plague zone" near the Periphery, undermanned and understaffed, and still recovering from the calamity that befell it.  Into this vacuum, worlds that were lightly hit, or whom had managed to recover quickly, were forced to 'take up the slack'.

One of the worlds with the strongest survival rates, was the world of Kowloon.  As the most coherent paramilitary force capable of deploying elements on an interstellar scale, the "Lyran 44th Reserve Fleet", aka the Kowloon Coast Guard, was often deployed in penny-packets.  On worlds whose native defense was stripped, and whose economic situation made hiring mercenaries difficult, Coast guard personnel found themselves in the un-enviable task of having to assist in rebuilding local militia establishments that had suffered massive losses from the Flu, and from the disruptions that accompanied it.

Equipment was, thanks to the Star League's largesse, not much of a problem for planetary militia, but trained personnel were in short supply-and worlds like Kowloon,  and Neerabup, were dragged into the task of trying to train (or re-train) local defense forces.  Some worlds (like Anembo) this worked rather well, on other worlds, worlds like Kwangchowwang, the task was monumentally difficult- the combination of defeatist feelings of abandonment, panic, and lingering terror, the loss or destruction of local power structures, and the refusal in some cases to face the reality of their situation, made rebuilding defending forces difficult, especially when the 'advisors' are rated as little more than militia themselves, and have a pronounced lack of the most respected element of any Lyran force-Battlemechs.

The Kowloonese have always had a problem finding 'mechwarriors among their population, and Infantry, no matter how successful or well-trained, just don't draw the same kind of respect from petty nobles that a 'mech, no matter how beaten up, badly maintained, or poorly piloted does...


Kwangchowwang, 3069/May/11

Lt. Sr. Grade Pol Nguyen stepped off the ramp of the dropshuttle, into Kwangchowwang's bright, bluish-hued sunlight.  "Top, I do believe these people must be insane." he said.  Still in his mid-twenties, Nguyen had a hard, eurasian face with the perma-tan of Ia Drang ancestry, his eyes and neck had the permanent rash of "one of a thousand" who'd survived the flu without treatment, and his hair was peppered with iron-gray that showed even with the Coast Guard's mandatory "High and Tight" haircut for ground troops.  A scar, where he'd had a close touch with a needler's spray, gave his face a 'ripple' to the left side, and his left ear had a permanently ragged look.

The Local Militia's lead companies were formed up in the 'port in parade dress, and Gunny Pak Lo Chu could see what Nguyen was talking about immediately.  "I see...sweet god those lines are ragged, and the drip pans..."  Shu had the same plague-scars his commander had, but where Pol's complexion almost hid them, his pale, almost china-like skin brought them out like purplish warpaint, with highlights from shrapnel injuries long healed into twisted scars.  The final insult, were his teeth-half of them were made of synthetic bonded cerametal rooted in a ceramic lower jaw-his original lower jaw, indeed, the lower half of his mouth, had been destroyed putting down a "Gang of Ferals" outside Buenos Estadia on Arluna during the Plague year-the NIOPS doctors had worked on him at great risk to themselves-because a survivor was one in a thousand...

Both men, if they'd taken their blouses off, had more signs of life in low-intensity conflict than most.

"Yeah.  They armoralled the tyres with hydraulic fluid, too." Pol agreed, "Showy, but bad for the gear...and notice that Kommandant over there?" he pointed at the senior ranker in Kwangchowwang's militia.  "I bet we could carve half the fat off that bastard and make another sgt. Shu."

The jeep hauling the obscenely fat Kommandant wheeled to a stop at the foot of the ramp.  "You are the help??" Kommandant Fritz Voordt demanded in a thick New Capetown accent.

"Coast Guard, currently seconded to SLDF for relief and supplementary military advice and training, and yes, Kommandant, we ARE the Help." Pol replied, neglecting to salute the man.

"You are supposed to salute a superior officer!" the Kommandant barked.

Pol shook his head, "You, Kommandant, are outside my chain of command, and part  of a subordinate organization-unless Kwangchowwang's seceded from the Lyran Alliance AND the Star League."  He said quietly, "Technically, I out-rank you-lack of medals for good penmanship notwithstanding."  The long hours spent studying Interstellar business German paid off here-unlike Pol's english (or lack of skill therein), his German was quite...understandable.

The Kommandant had an aide-who was frantically nudging and gesturing.

"Okay, Geri, I will ask...what is that medal there?" the Kommandant asked, pointing at Pol's dress tunic.

"Survival Medal, Arluna Relief force, and Kommandant, each of the bars is a month I was in the hot-zone."  Pol said, "I landed there with the initial team.  I worked next to and with both SLDF and Clan forces on-planet, I know how the Clanners think, operate, react, what they will do, what they respect, and what will make them back off-based on the array of force I'm looking at here, your men could do with what I and my men have to teach them, because half-functional assault tanks are NOT going to impress them, nor are ersatz-panels repainted to look like armor on 'mechs old enough to still have replacement parts from the Reunification War...." 

Pol took out the swagger-stick, an affectation handed to him by an SLDF officer when the 11th was pulled in, before continuing,  "Your troops are in a disgraceful state of unfitness, your machinery is badly kept, you yourself would not pass a standard Lyran Alliance physical fitness exam, and dressing your girlfriend of the week in Leutnant's bars does not make her an adequate aide, nor officer.  I was sent here, to correct these deficiencies, since, with the Clans getting active on the border again, the odds that a proper Lyran line unit will be ready to answer if you people get in trouble are about the same as your passing a basic Airborne Infantry qualification exam on the first try, with a 99th percentile score."  He tapped the swagger stick on the ramp, as he added, "Now, if you dislike or mislike any of this, you are free to report me to the closest link in my chain of command-which would involve waking Peter Steiner Davion out of bed, or out of a meeting, or away from State Business.  Do we understand one another, Kommandant?"

The Kommandant harrumphed a bit, and said, "SO...you're from LOKI then...I can make troubles for you..."

"Not from Loki, get that out of your fat head, you bloated pig." Pol told him, "Loki has nothing to do with this, though I suspect that their operatives would agree with my immediate, direct, and based on Lohengrin reviews accurate assessment of the readiness of Kwangchowwang's military establishment to face enemy forces, both enemies seeking 'trial' combats, and those seeking more...direct...forms of violent interaction.  I have been sent to help you get this mess back on its feet, establish and enforce training and recruitment standards to feed the War effort, and secure your world from external threats.  I have been given a broad latitude in terms of how best to accomplish this.  You would be healthier not finding out HOW broad my mandate is."  because it's razor ****** thin, but bullies always cave to the right kind of threat... and incompetents just about always cave to bravado.

"What do you require?" Kommndant Voordt asked through gritted teeth.

"Assemble everyone you have pretending to be an officer in..." he looked around, "In front of THAT hangar, 14b, in half an hour.  Leutnants and above.  Senior NCO personnel as well-specifically Platoon and Company grade NCO's, AsTech ratings,  and Lance Leaders below the rank of Leutnant.  We will begin with an audit of your equipment and paperwork, followed by instruction in the new Physical Fitness standards, and we will establish a schedule for tactical and operational training for Operational personnel, and a Logistics Review for support personnel-no exceptions or exemptions.  If someone is abed in the hospital, better make sure the bed is on wheels."

The angry Kommandant waddled back to the jeep, and his aide drove him away.

"Kind of harsh." Gunny Pak said quietly, "You sure you want to piss him off the first day?"

"****** him." Pol said quietly, "If I could shoot his ass, I would-he reminds me of that Bandit outside Hector Lake, you remember? Drove a Battlemaster and surrounded by an armed rabble?"

"Too well." the Gunny agreed with a nod, "What's the new PT plan?"

"Marine Standards." Pol said, "that way if a Clanner gets an eye on one of these bozos, he doesn't laugh himself to death-where's the Tech-Rep from Coventry Metals, Need him to go have a look-see at some of that half-ass junk over there, see what's actually salvageable enough to fix, what needs to be replaced, and what needs a trip to the scrappers."
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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #1 on: 12 March 2012, 10:34:26 »
yeay, and so the next installment is out ! :D  O0

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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #2 on: 12 March 2012, 15:10:58 »
"...when you're doing advisory work, one of the worst mistakes you can make, is to rub their face in how utterly screwed they are.
Especially when they DESERVE it.  I don't blame the 'loonies for what happened on Kwangchowwang-they were over-stressed, most of them hadn't seen home in over a year, understaffed, and Kommandant Voortz was probably a tempting target-a deskwarrior who owned a Warhammer, but had trouble fitting the cockpit, whose years of line duty fell conveniently between conflicts.
But, Nguyen was still wrong, and he'll tell you the same thing..."


-General Hamliton Frisch, former CO 4th Skye Rangers, "Lessons Learned from Plague to Secession: 3067 to 3071", 3091, Inarcs Bookmasters Interstellar

"...from Arluna, We knew they were brave, but until Kwangchowwang, I think we under-estimated their competence to a degree... Certainly Nguyen knew how to bid, what is the surprise, is how honourably they behaved-even when the Planetary Government robbed them of their victory... of course, unlike the commander of the 10th, I would not have made the mistake of letting him choose the terrain..."

-Star Colonel Gretchen Talasco, 300th Adder Sentinels Cluster, Kappa Galaxy


June 12, 3069,  Sonnengarden,  Kwangchowwang...

"...proficiency reports are still pretty dismal, but at least we've got them over fifty percent on standard physical fitness, the lower enlisted are showing some pride, and marksmanship with individual weapons is, at least, showing signs of becoming adequate."  Lt. (senior) Nguyen was speaking to Captain Laura Leeson (CGS Big Lifter) over surface-to-space comms.  "big problems are still unit cohesion issues, and command staff issues." he added.

"What kind of Problems, Leutenant?"  Lees was the senior Coast Guard officer from Hood IV to Timehri, and over to Arluna, Anembo, and Australia.  effectively overseeing troop deployments on nine worlds and managing a supply and support chain plagued by shortages.

"Well, ma'am,  to be perfectly honest, I have junior officers that get conflicting direction from their seniors, the S-1 through S-4 functions are all over the map down here, and not in the comprehensive, intelligent, and effective way, either.  The Kommandant in charge of the Miliz thinks he needs to be everybody's bestest-buddy-except when he isn't, which, from what I have been able to determine, is decided by rolling dice every morning before staff-call.  Joachim caught three black-marketeers in the supply chain down here, as in red-handed, two weeks ago.  finding competent officers for the court-martial's turning out to be a problem, and then, there's the...deviations...from LAAF standards on promotions, assignments, and a whole raft of falsified Officer Efficiency Reports we're STILL going through-I found a Company Commander whose men haven't seen him since last year-but he's been faithfully logged as 'present' at every drill."

"Where did you find him?" she asked.

"Summer house on Coventry-he's been there since the outbreak." Pol told her, "yet somehow, he's managed to be HERE for drill weekends every month-in spite of never leaving said summer house."

"That is a long commute...I take it the Coventry garrison is attending to our absentee?" she asked.

"Last message I got back from General Mosovich was that Herr Hauptmann is enjoying his new accomodation in the stockade."




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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #3 on: 13 March 2012, 02:21:16 »
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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #4 on: 13 March 2012, 04:54:52 »
Star Adder Dropship "Indiaga", Assigned Command Trinary, Beta Galaxy, Clan Star Adder,  Melissia System, Occupied Zone, 3069/June/15...

"...sealed orders are now un-sealed.  We have been tasked to take the worlds of Jessenice, Kwangchowwang, and Timehri, as the time-frame is limited, Beta Galaxy has been ordered to secure all three worlds virtually simultaneously-we are paving the path for additional Clans to enter the Sphere, once we have our objectives, the next set will be given us-provided we are successful..."  Star Colonel Jennifer Banacek made a gesture, and the holostage lit.  "Watch reports that Jessenice, Kwangchowwang, and Timehri are in bad shape-these were worlds the Jade Falcon Clan has taken before, and apparently the militia remnants on a couple of them were savaged by the Flu last year.  Jessenice had it the worst-right now, their defenses are..." she sighed, "currently a short battalion stiffened by offworld 'advisors".  Timehri has nothing BUT the offworld advisors-Mercenaries, according to reports, and they are dealing with some kind of accidental firestorm....and then, there is Kwangchowwang."  she folded her arms. 

"Sounds easy." one of the other Cluster commanders commented, "What is the problem at Kwangchowwang?"

"We do not know what is at Kwangchowwang." she said quietly, "the last word from the Watch agents there, was over a month ago."

"Theories?" Galaxy Commander David Kira asked.

"Last word was that some of our old friends from Arluna have taken a special interest in the place." she said, "Word has it, they sent the 11th Coast Guard Marines' Alpha Company, with intelligence advisors and support staff.  Someone MAY think that world is a likely target-the 11th is the only available unit with experience dealing with US."  She said, "Of course, we will have to confirm that..."

"What is the problem with that?" star Colonel Jacob asked incredulously, "what, are they going to rescue us to death?"

David Kira shot him a look, "I met some of them." he said, "they were volunteers, Star Colonel Jacob-they voluntarily exposed themselves to a lethal illness, then voluntarily submitted to experimental treatments-while conducting recovery efforts and chasing down insurgents.  The parallel would be watching men jump into an inferno strike, to put it out with their bodies..." he took a sip of caf from a bulb, "Kwangchowwang will be the only fight worth mentioning." he finally said, "If I recall, Alpha 11th Squadron is headed by Pol Nguyen, a man of...unusual strength of will, and his entire command staff belong to what the Lyrans are calling the 'one in one thousand' club-he survived the virus without treatment, and watched a world die in front of his eyes without breaking down."

"I want the Mercenaries." Jacob said, "You can have the questionable 'glory' of fighting what amounts to a light infantry support formation."

"Fine, Jacob, your Cluster is assigned to Timehri."  David Kira said, "Go over the Watch and Interclan watch reports, I will approve any supplementary forces you deem necessary from the Galaxy, save for those already tasked to one of the other worlds in this sweep."

Star Colonel Banacek cleared her throat, "Jessenice was hit by bandits recently-I suspect it will be again..."  she smiled,  "If that is acceptable?"

"Your Cluster is assigned to Jessenice, with Broderick's 1019th Adder Gatekeepers assigned to Hood IV in the same sector-once the world is secured, I expect you to clear the local space-we will have supply vessels moving through there, I do not want the distraction of bandits in the area..."

he looked at the last of his Star Colonels, "Thomas?"

Star Colonel Thomas was born on Somerset, grew up a Lyran, and joined the Clan that had taken his homeworld when he was a boy.  "The Tenth Adder Commonwealth Cluster will bring glory to the Clan, wherever we are assigned."  He said,  "Though I will have to brush up on my anti-infantry and counterinsurgency tactics..."

David nodded, "You will, the Command Cluster will be present, if we are very fortunate, Nguyen will try to minimize civilian exposure and accept a trial.  If not...we have the forces to handle any...breach."

"What about the native forces?" Thomas asked, "Says here that there is a heavy Battalion, mixed 'mech and armor..."

"a Battalion that has not recovered-if they sent advisors there, almost certainly the local militia is below standards-even for Lyrans." David said firmly.  "Having a junior officer-a company commander from what our enemies in the Star League consider a 'reserve to reserves' formation pulling cadre and advisory duty bids consideration that the local forces are, at best, shaky."

"So, either he is REALLY good, or they are THAT BAD, Quiaff?" Thomas asked.

"Aff." David said, "if it is the latter, well...we may take even lighter casualties than the Khan thinks."


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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #5 on: 13 March 2012, 05:06:42 »
HHC, 11th Coast Guard Recovery Squadron, Arluna...

"...LIC says the Clans are moving inward again, they've highlighted a range of worlds in the theatre where such a move would be likely-seems there's six or seven in our AOR that are red-flagged as High probabilty...and I have only TWO battalions to try and cover it."  Commander Anh Trung was in her mid-thirties, and she'd been something of a beauty until she'd survived the Flu-her china-pure skin was now, at least around her eyes, throat, and other places, like all the ones that reached terminal without falling into death, tinged a bruised purple with the wider, ugly, pore structure and visible scar tissues that announced her near-contact with death.

"What about Third Marine Battalion?" Major Brian Reddaway of the Arluna Militia (reconstituted) asked.

"We have a ship going out to find out why they stopped communicating." she said, "Based on previous hit-reports from Hood IV, Vargtass, and Death of Adrian, we're not expecting much in the way of survivors....I took the liberty of pre-printing death notices, but since Jessenice IS on the hit-list from LIC, I guess we can boost that to an additional company."

"So...who're you reinforcing?" he asked.

"First Battalion's already scattered in penny-packets, and second's just out of training..." she frowned, "Second goes to reinforce Neerabup-with the MTM out of the Theatre hitting the Falcons on the Arc Royal front, that world's too valuable and doesn't have the defenses it should."

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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #6 on: 13 March 2012, 05:19:57 »
Coast Guard HQ, Kowloon system...

Commodore Alicia Li finished looking over the field reports.  She noted Jessenice's garrison, which had been staging to begin counter-piracy operations, was now a total loss of personnel, that the wildfires on Timehri were reaching the critical point, leaving that world's defense to Mercs with ties to the Rowe-McClaren political machine, and that after more than a month, the bad news that she'd expected from Kwangchowwang was, on the whole, worse than either LAAF, or LIC estimates had posited as 'worst case'.

And more than eighty percent of what I had for spacelift during the plague is out supporting Robert's counter-offensive on the Jade Falcon front! she glared at the reports, and the numbers of hulls, but the glaring didn't make additional transport ships appear, or fill the hollowed out forces of a fifteen planet area of the Common-er, Alliance's periphery Theatre.  At least she got him to rescind that...atrocity they tried to hang around our necks!

"Plan to cut our losses.  I think the Adders will hit along the Timehri-to Jessenice portion of the jump-routes.  Pull reinforcement from Jessenice until December, I want those troops shuttled to Inarcs, Australia, Mandoaaru, and Neerabup.  The Adders have already given their oaths to avoid hitting Arluna and Kowloon, we can afford to reinforce the neighbours we MIGHT be able to defend."

"What about the Coast Guard troops doing Advisory on Kwangchowwang, and Timehri?" Major Huyn asked.

"We hope the Clanners will let them go-or return their ashes." Li said, "If they don't, we'll just have to jaunt in there and fetch them."

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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #7 on: 13 March 2012, 05:27:55 »
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From:ACTING General of the Armies Ceasar Steiner

RE: Your assessment of Threats in the Periphery Theatre

Best simulations at Mount Asgard concur with your opinion.  Hogarth in Logistics confirms that it will be at minimum four to six months before adequate forces can be moved from the Hegemony and Free Worlds border areas to either cover the recall of units from your theatre, or cover FOR those units.  I am dispatching the 4th Skye Rangers in either case, along with the Guataveta MTM and some additional mercenary support-but it's going to take more than a few months, and LIC thinks the new Clan offensive is going to be BIG-we're fairly certain that they're going to move across a broad frontage and try to swamp us with multiple simultaneous strikes.  Get ready for a shitstorm up there...

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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #8 on: 13 March 2012, 05:47:06 »
Kwangchowwang, July 1, 3069...

"...confirmed, bandits did a total wipeout of third battalion on Jessnenice, OCB managed to recover data on them-they're not normal bandits...and that leaves us a problem."  Lt. Pol Nguyen tapped the table, "With most of the organic transport out of the theatre, we're stuck here, and we can't get reinforced until sometime in late August.  Commander Trung thinks the Clanners will try to drive through Neerabup, but Commodore Li and OCB, and LIC, think they're going to drive through US...and we've got, count 'em, one company of Marines that're combat ready, one half-ready Infantry battalion, and two companies of heavies that are worse than useless."

Lt. JG Duc Pham spoke up, "Let me get this straight, we can't win, we can't break even, and we can't leave the game?" he asked.

"I didn't say we couldn't win." Pol told his 2nd Platoon commander, "I said we're it between the deep periphery, and the gutted interior...I have an idea.  Best intel shows the Adders like their stuff on the heavy side, that they're light on conventionals, and the conventionals they have have...limitations-heavy vees, mostly, lots of stuff with wheels and tracks, not much in the way of tactical choppers, and they pretty much LOVE them some battlesuits.  What do we have for terrain that Suities and tracks can't make the cut on, that's also bad for big, heavy mechs?"

"You want to TRIAL!" Lt. JG Mai Trang Chie announced, "You want to play it by THEIR rules?"

"Sure..." Pol said, "Think about it.  The Delta Mangroves are all narrow channels and little, hard, bumpy hillocks surrounded by deep mud and tidal marshland.  The tree-roots make a floor that a man can walk on, about two meters above the mud, and filled with water.  It's airmobile infantry and light infantry country-at least, if the infantry can swim...and who here can't swim?  WE let them challenge us, we tell 'em we're going to take that challenge up, we let them pick the weapon, and we then tell 'em where the fight goes off-meanwhile, civilians abed in Orleans and Orange get a free lightshow with very little chance of overspread hitting near 'em, which the Clanners will LOVE, what with all their talk about how Zellbriggen saves civilian populations from the horrors of war, and those Prowlers we picked up for tank-trainers get some actual use in terrain that's practically custom-made for 'em, their being amphibs and all, plus we DO have a short troop of gunships and slicks.  They'll have to fight us on our terms, in our kind of terrain."

"Assuming they play ball fair." Pham countered, "Which is not a guarantee with Clanners."

"Yeah...but these're ADDERS, Duc, they'll play it our way just to prove they CAN." Nguyen countered, "It's the best plan we've got...but we have GOT to play it totally straight-means we give 'em OUR maps."

"nothing says we have to translate 'em." Chie commented, "I'm sure they have SOMEONE who can translate Vietnamese and Hebrew..."

"What do our chances look like if they bite?" Pham asked skeptically.

"Oh, about fifteen percent in our favour, eighty five in theirs, give or take a percentage point." Pol said, "Better odds than we faced on Arluna."
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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #9 on: 13 March 2012, 05:58:40 »
Triad, Tharkad, July 14, 3069...

"...and with the successful attacks of the last few months, we are assured that Baker Three will fall, and start the dominoes going in the Falcon occupation zone."  Representative Coughlin announced with a smile.

Then, the room reached ten thousand degrees celsius.

The blast wave spread out radially, engulfing the capital city of the Lyran Alliance, while a second nuclear weapon, brought into Mount Asgard in the back of a supply train, detonated inside the Lyran Military's most secure bunker complex-channelling heat an blast effects down corridors reinforced with naval alloys against bombardment from outside.

One coordinated terrorist attack, and the Lyran Alliance government, and their military establishment, had been decapitated.

News would not spread from the Tharkad system for another ten hours...
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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #10 on: 13 March 2012, 06:12:04 »
July 14, Kwangchowwang system, 0400 hours local time...

The Batchall was recieved at zero-hours plus fifteen minutes.  It took three hours to find Kommandant Voortz, when he was found, it was almost by accident, at the spaceport, trying to find a ship out of the system.

"Kommandant, I put up with your obstructionism, your vanity, your idiocy." Pol said, "Now the enemy is here, and one of Six 'mechwarriors whose ride isn't a total wreck, is trying to make a run for it."  He reached into his pocket, "I'll buy your ticket, if you sign this document." Pol added.

"What is it?" Voortz asked warily, gripped by Marines on each limb.

"the title to your Warhammer." Pol said, "Not for me-I'm giving it to 'mechwarrior Nick Branelin, to replace that wreck of a Grasshopper he's got in the shop.  You sign here, I'll cut the chit for your ticket out, and my boys won't play wishbone with your limbs."

"Are you insane? these are CLAN warriors, not half-ass bandits, fighting them is suicide!" Voortz barked.

"Yeah, my death, but we're volunteers, Kommandant.  YOu, and anyone you think will follow you, are welcome to run-of course, given who's chasing, I'd expect you will die tired doing it, but you can run, if you can find a ship out...which you can't-at least, not until either we win, or they win-and depending on WHO wins, well...that's going to decide which ship'll take you, won't it? Now sign the ****** paper!"

Pol looked over at a harried looking bystander, a woman with children in tow.  "Ma'am, would you kindly witness this?" Pol asked with exaggerated politeness.

Voortz signed the paper.  "It won't hold up in an Alliance court." the Kommandant griped, "I was coerced."

Pol cocked an eyebrow at the woman who was signing the witness block, "ma'am, you leaving too?" he asked.

"I-I can't, I have people here who need me." she said.

"Well, it's MY job to make sure those people are safe and protected.  Do you see any coercion here?" he asked.

"Oh...Heavens no! The nice Kommandant obviously feels you're making the RIGHT decision, for the RIGHT reasons." she said, "I'll swear that in front of any judge you can find..."

"Get on home, ma'am." Pol said, and turned to Voortz, "See what you're so hot to leave? Your folk are some of the nicest people I've met, and Patriotic, too...how 'bout you?  Are you feeling the spirit yet?"

"Just...just let me go!" the Kommandant insisted.

"Fine, look, I'm going to need your keys to the office safe at the Militia headquarters." Pol told him, "we're going to fight the invaders for you, least you could do, is to stay the hell out of the way, 'kay? that's a good man."
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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #11 on: 13 March 2012, 06:32:21 »
CSAS Montague, Kwangchowwang orbit...

"...the reply to our Batchall was not as surprising as he no doubt hoped."  Star Colonel Thomas said in measured tones, "One company of Marines with VTOL and armor support, and a lance of Heavy battlemechs, I chose Augmented, they chose a location that is both remote, and within visual range of two major cities.  They were even kind enough to provide survey maps..." he barked a chuckle, "of course, written in a bastard language, some of it in Hebrew, some of it in what is, no doubt from the crest, Vietnamese of the Kowloon dialect."  He tossed the map on the table. 

"One marine company-that is...what, two hundered men, armed with light weapons? I bid my Supernova, but bid away the fighter support, as they, apparently, do not have sufficient Aerospace to provide a challenge to my pilots."  Star Captain Dee announced.

"Five on four?" Star Captain Gerhardt asked rhetorically, "I bid my Nova, and bid away Warrior Alaric and his Timberwolf.  That is twenty-five Battlearmored warriors, five ground combat vehicles to match their vehicles, and four first-and-second line 'mechs."

"Based on the terrain, I bid away my ground vehicles-the channels are too tight for hovertanks, and the area is heavily wooded.  I also bid away one 'mech from my Star, but retain the Battlesuit warriors-though I will substitute one Point of Coronas for a point of Solahma conventional infantry, those surveys COULD be accurate." Dee revised her bid.

In the end, Star Captain Dee won the bidding.

The message was sent, and so, the Trial could begin...

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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #12 on: 13 March 2012, 06:41:12 »
Delta Mangroves, Day 1...

"...all I want from you, is for you to stick to the sand-bars, that's knee-deep on your 'mechs and it makes the whole area look solid." Pol instructed his 'mechwarriors, "If it looks like your ride is going down, punch out.  Don't try to be a hero, they're bringing in heavies armed Heavy lasers-big damage output, same range profile as your Larges, if you can make it into the undergrowth, you might end this as free men instead of Bondsmen, so keep healthy, and stick to the plan."

He dismissed the lance of 'mechwarriors, and watched them cross the bridge-right out to the middle of it, where a ramp had been built down into the tidal zone.

"You taking hte choppers, or riding with the spam-cans?" Lt. Chie asked.

"Interesting choice." Pol said, "Get the gunships up and start dropping platoons, the Clanners know our start-line, best not to be there when they drop. I'll be going in with First Platoon.  Standard protocols, remember how we're fighting this-Platoon on point, don't try to be a hero, we'll coordinate movement on the fly."
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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #13 on: 13 March 2012, 07:48:14 »
Mid-day...

The Delta Mangrove was alien life at its finest-a vast, semi-floating rainforest over deep silt beds plumbed by slow-running waters from a vast river.  The estuary created had few, narrow channels, dotted with islands ranging from two to thirty meters, and floored by intertwining root-systems from the vast 'trees'-trees whose wood was dense, but vulnerable to rapid rot in the mildly acidic river waters.    Star Commander Calhoun, of course, could not appreciate the vivid yellow-green foliage or dark yellow-brown of the trees themselves-his Burrock was mired to the hips, having broken through the forest floor into the silt below, turning it from a fast-lumbering agent of destruction well suited to support the battlesuits, into a turret that his Clansmen could not reach, because Elemental suits do not swim, and the disruption had broken enough of the crust to strand him in place.

A situation made most unfortunate, as a single VTOL armed with, of all the insults, an AC-2 buzzed around the sudden clearing, evading his elementals' fire and laying hits upon the area from just out of reach.

Fuming and frantically studying his 'mech's sensors, he almost missed the knocking...from above.

An asian face in a boonie hat, grinned down at him, and held up a penetration charge, the type uses a fast-setting adhesive and shaped explosive  The grinning infantryman placed one, then two, then three, while Calhoun tried to bat at him with the 'mech's one fully articulated hand.

the Infantryman then pulled out a folded piece of cardboard.

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I suggest you bail out, or it is going to become rather warm in there...

Message delivered, the infantryman vanished backward.

What, they think I can not jettison the canopy? Fools... he pulled the jake handle, and drew his sidearm.

the canopy flew off, and detonated mid-air.

"Hi." and he found himself looking not up-and-back, where he expected, but at another infantryman.  "Drop gun, savvy? You POW now, or you try to shoot, and get fancy head blown off by Designated Marksman."

Calhoun looked around for his Battlearmor support.  Two of them were armpits-deep in the broken ground, one was face-down, and another had vanished, leaving a broken hole filled with the stinking water of the swamp, and bubbles.  The only relief, was the thick column of black smoke just to the north-someone had gotten the Helicopter.



First Blood, Marines.

Further to the South,  Krieger Van Owen saw the enemy's 'mech, it was a low, narrow thing with a pair of boxy launchers close in on the torso, and a menacing array of laser barrels-big bore and short.  His own 'mech, a Zeus built in his great-grandfather's time, wasn't as fast.

The enemy's 'mech pummelled him with missiles as it closed, and his own missiles (plus autocannon) weren't giving nearly as much as he was taking.

The autocannon, and the arm it was mounted on, was suddenly no longer blaring warnings-because the torso it was mounted to, had been blown off.  Armor sheeting was vanishing, heat sinks overloading, he fired his remaining weapons, while struggling to keep to the narrow 'sand bar'.

"Core Destabilizing, initiating automatic shut-down..."  his mech informed him.

Kreiger followed orders, and pulled the jake-handles.

Years of indifferent maintenance announced themselves at once-and as a result, Star Captain Dee found the young, inexperienced 'mechwarrior lying unconscious, with broken collarbone and shattered legs, half-in-and-half-out, with the ejection thrusters burning a squib after driving him upward into a canopy whose explosive release had been poorly wired.

A VTOL zoomed past, and she casually gunned it-hitting the tail-rotor with five of her LRM's, sending it spinning northward, into the trees, and a thick, black column of smoke issued forth, somewhere north of Star Commander Roy's force.

First Blood for Clan Star Adder.

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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #14 on: 13 March 2012, 08:02:01 »
CSAS Montague, 1700 Hours local time...

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TIME OF RECIEPT 20:00 Hours 14 November 3068

MESSAGE BODY:

Tharkad has been attacked by two nuclear devices, confirmed destruction Triad, Mount Asgard. Lyran Archon Missing, Presumed Deceased.  Watch confirms no Clan involvement.  Suspected involvement "Rim Worlds Republic" movement, Suspected involvement Not Named Clan/Terran Hegemony.  Timing is suspicious and may be an attempt to galvanize fracturing false Star League by blaming Clans for Attack.

Grand Council Decree:
Loss of Mount Asgard means Lyran High Command is disabled, and we can not rely on previous models and expectations for their forces in the field.  All Trials are to be suspended-just invade them if there is any question at all.  This is not how we wanted to do this, but it is what it is. 

Diana Pryde, IlKhan

Note: While the Grand Council may want all trials suspended, if your foe is honorable, and remains so, do as you see fit for the honour and glory of your Clan.

Cassius N'Buta, Khan.

"This changes things."

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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #15 on: 14 March 2012, 05:37:26 »
CGV 16, Anembo...

"Duchess..."  The LCAF liason officer stepped back, "It is confirmed that the Archon was not at his retreat home-he was scheduled to meet with diplomats at the Palace at the time of the detonation, and none of his security detail have turned up."

Debra MacAulliffe stared out the port.  "Ah unnahstan." she said,   "Who did it?"

"LIC...what's left of it...we're getting all kinds of reports-Bolan's seceded to join with the Rim Worlds Republic terrorists." He told her, "There are already units declaring for Adam Steiner and Daphne Rowe.  The Terrans are already trying to boilerplate this as a Clan operation, the Free Worlders are refusing to comment, but the troops they have in the Alliance are  hunkering down in their cantonments."

Debbie sighed, "Ah was comin' home t' put down the secession talk." she said, turning, "Now, Petah's dead, the Alliance is fragmentin', the Clans ah on th' Mahch, an' the Stah League?"

"Nothing from the Star League council, but Ngo's people say it doesn't look good..." he told her.

Debbie stared out the port some more.  "Ah have a decision to make."  She said flatly.  "The STAH LEAGUE's a'ready shown they would rathah this wah be fought on OWAH worlds, than take a risk-without Petah, th' Dracs ain't gon' stay-an' th' terrans ah already pullin' out."

"Your Grace?" he asked.

"Jaime Wolf sent this'n to me personal-picked it up when we stopped at Timehri-the Hegemony's go'n have itself a little civil woah, III Corps is pullin' back-they ah goin' to let us burn, like they did durin' the Flu."

"Duchess-Your Grace! that's TREASON!!" he said, aghast.

"Maybe, but Petah sent me home t'take care of these people-an' they want me to do that job-just not fo' some Tharkad profiteers."  She turned, finally, "You gon' draw thet sidearm, Frank?" she asked, "b'cause that's th' only way you'll stop me from doin' mah duty."

His hand dipped for the issued 9mm, but Debbie Mac was faster,  the blunt, ugly, utilitarian six-shot revolver thundered once in the confined space of the dropship cabin, and Kommandant Franklin Reeves' body spun in the microgravity, leaving a bloody trail of floating globes in its wake.

Debra keyed the intercom while crew-noises of confusion echoed.  "Laura, contact th' Secessionists, Tell them I will meet with 'em, tell 'em to have something more than angry griping an' half-meant demands fo' Autonomy..."


I'm sorry, Peter, but this is how it has to be-I can't fight the Rim Worlders and still defend a theatre of the Lyran Alliance against the Clans, while my best and brightest are being sent to die for Donegal... 

Commander Angel Reyes poked her head into the cabin, "You're serious?" she asked.

"Fraid so.  An' it wa'nt 'cause yoah 'independence is bettah' rhet'ric did it." Debbie said, "It was losin' ever' friend we've got coreward of Skye itself-our worlds are NOT proxy battlegrounds for someone else's unfinished business..."

Reyes grimmaced, "You killed Frank." she said.

"It war him, or me." Debbie said, "He knew mah ansuh 'afore Ah did, an' it was his duty to stop me from doin it-including lethal force if necessary.  Make sure his body gets back to his homeworld...respectfully."
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« Reply #16 on: 14 March 2012, 06:13:43 »
Mangrove Delta, 0300 Hours, day two...

Most of the big-stuff capital equipment on both sides was now out of the fighting-it was just two Points of Elementals and one  of Clan "second line" infantry, against two and a-third platoons of Marines, in darkness, on unsteady ground.

The surviving Clan warriors had adopted a NEW tactic-they concentrated on a row of hillocks-solid ground, and cleared fire-zones into the magrove itself.

the position was excellent for defense, but the Battlesuits, after running at top draw, were starting to run low on power, and their recharging was hampered by the absence of their usual sources.

Ammunition for the SRM tubes was also running out, as was machine-gun and flamer cartridges.  By Dawn, if the fighting did not let up, it would be down to infantry weapons on both sides.

Or so the Adders believed.

Things were, in fact, much worse for the Marines. 

"we need to surprise 'em." Pol Nguyen said calmly, "Do something unexpected.  We've been playing hide-and-seek style blood tag out here."

"Maybe three volleys left of the rockets from what's left of weapons platoon, one mortar's still operational, and we've got a couple heavy machine-guns still working."  Sgt. Liam Chau Cohen reported,  "I've got squads led by lance-corporals at this point, boss, and that's most of Third Platoon."

Pol nodded.  "They're hurting too." he said, "This might work... Have the mortar drop smoke on the central hillock-the one the Suities are set up at, that's probably their CP position, but wait for the signal to do it.  I want everyone who can still move and fight to fix bayonets, Third Platoon takes the positon on the south-first  comes in from the West-after the smoke drops.  Focus the remaining VLAWs and Rockets on anything taller than a man, but hold back the heavy guns until they commit to repelling us, then open up on the position to the north-spray-and-pray, go ahead and melt the barrels, we either take them on this go, or we're done anyway, so no holding back once the ball is kicked."

"We're gonna lose." Cohen observed.

"Yeah, but they'll damn well know they were in a fight." Pol countered, "while we're doing that, anyone who can't fight but Can still move, is to fall back to the highway and call in medevac from the Orleans P.D.-if we lose it, the Clanners can collect the wounded at the hospital, and if we win it, well...we'll probably be JOINING the wounded at the hospital."

"what about the POW's?" Cohen asked.

"Bondcord 'em, tell 'em their job is to make sure the wounded get to town alive." Pol said, "Their honour's probably good for that."

"Aye Aye...what about you, sir?" Cohen asked.

"While you're taking third up from the south, I'll be taking First in from the West." Pol told him.  "I got us into this, I'm damned if I let good men die while I'm sitting safe waiting to be taken prisoner."

Clan side, same battle...same night...

The only living prisoners, were two obviously-green and obviously native 'mechwarriors and a comatose and near-death tank crew.   The Star had been lucky in catching a large concentration of infantry earlier today-well, as "Lucky" might be defined when you take fifty percent casualties while wiping out men who refused to give up, even when it was the only rational choice.  Sabrina was now the Star Captain-Dee lay in a Presersleeve, waiting for the all-clear to be medevac'ed out, her legs and spine burned and shattered, but still living.

"What do you see?" she asked Daniel, a freebirth scout who had, unlike so many Trueborn, actually believed the map data genuine.

"I see trouble." he said, "No movement along our perimeter for three hours-not since we took this position from the stravagon Marines."   he hefted a captured rifle.  "I thought they would use long-range sniper fire." he added, "Their rifles are very good platforms for it, and they have a terrain advantage for the method."

"That is practically a recreational hunting piece." Sabrina observed.

"Aff.  Heavy barrel, tuned gas-piston, conventional layout, high-velocity rounds, with heavy bullets, and it is pre-set with both iron and optical sights..but look?" He pointed out features, "The bayonet lug is heavy-which means they built it with the intent to use it.  The stock is high-impact, high-tensile plastics, and protects the barrel and action from impacts and fragments as well as mud and normal wear, the buttplate is non-adjustable and non-collapsible because it is meant to be used as a club, and it has a textured steel plate, instead of the usual soft shoulder pad-this weapon is meant and designed to be a weapon even when the ammunition runs out."

Her reply was interrupted by a Chuff! followed by a lone whistle, and the perimeter to the south of them exploded in fire...and Daniel's helmet flipped away, his face surprised, a hole smashed through it and out the rear of his skull, just below the visor, in what is known as the "Sniper's Apricot".

The world filled with opaque, sensor-blocking smoke, and her suit's drug-systems kicked on as her right shoulder, where the armor had been sheared away, revealing the myomers of her powersuit, went numb to her fingertips...
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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #17 on: 14 March 2012, 06:49:08 »
Dawn, Island "J", Mangrove Delta...

Sabrina heard the sound of voices before she opened her eyes, and in the dim dawn light, she smelled the world as it really was-her battlesuit was so destroyed she could not avoid it.

A Medtech in Star Adder uniform, was prying her ruined armor off with a hydraulic jack.

"Carefully...this is going to hurt." he said, stopping the jack, and levering at something that stabbed pain into her breast.

It came free after a moment, and she realized it was the front end of a rifle...and a bayonet.

The blade was slick with blood, as the medtech finished cracking her armor off, and started treating her.

"did we win?" she asked.

"Neg." he told her, "Not this battle...but you should see the other guys.  The Civilian government of Kwangchowwang surrendered at zero-four-thirty this morning, making this trial un-necessary."

she licked her lips.  "what of my opponents?" she asked.

"Most of them-the ones that are alive, will probably require extensive medical treatment." he told her, "In fact, I would hazard to say that the warriors they captured outnumber them now- Nguyen sent them with most of their wounded for town before launching his assault."

"And Nguyen himself? I defeated HIM, surely?" she asked.

"Two broken legs, shattered collarbone, blood loss from internal injuries, and a concussion-which one MUST expect, taking a rifle platoon on a bayonet charge into the teeth of an entrenched, armored enemy."  the Medtech told her, "he lives, and was conscious long enough to try to argue with the Civilians-he gave up when news of Tharkad was given, and accepted Hegira before he passed out."

"But you said we did not WIN!" she growled.

"Ovkhan, the judgement of the Galaxy commander, in the aftermath, is that if the civilians had not taken the initiative to tell the Marines to stand down, the rest of the Cluster, plus our Headquarters cluster, would have dropped on the survivors, on orders from the Grand Council.  We were Losing.  Minus the political factors, while Pyrrhic, it WAS their victory-but since they are no longer welcome here, and since their 'ride home' is over a month out, they had to accept OUR terms-Nguyen and his men will be shipped back to Arluna on a Clan owned civilian transport ship, with honours, escorted by a representative of the Clan, as a good-will gesture to a collection of newly independent, former Lyran worlds...Arluna, Kowloon, Neerabup, Anembo...many of the worlds ravaged by the Plague, have declared independence, and are offering SafCon to Clan forces headed toward the Terran Hegemony-something about no longer wishing to be the battleground in other people's wars. THEY want to be neutral, and it serves the interests of our Clan's strategy that, at least for the moment, they be permitted to do so...it frees OUR warriors to fight the real enemy."

"what changed their minds, if not our performance in this trial?" Sabrina asked.

"Tharkad was attacked by nuclear weapons-effectively, as of yesterday, there IS no central government in what is left of the Lyran Alliance-there are a few regions that have declared themselves 'successors', there is the Bolan Province, which has declared itself in support of a bandit-kingdom derived Rim Worlds Republic under Daphne Rowe, but for all intents and purposes, there is no Lyran Alliance to send troops and equipment to defend worlds like Kwangchowwang from the Toumans of the Clans-and the locals fear us less than they do the Jade Falcons."

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« Reply #18 on: 14 March 2012, 07:05:56 »
Intensive Care unit, Frederick Marsden Memorial Hospital, Orange, Kwangchowwang...

The last ace had been Track 16, a Prowler whose crew had managed to free it from a sinkhole before the assault kicked off.

Pol dreamed of nightmares, the enemy Elemental that was too good at organizing the shocked remnants of those Clanner conventional troopers.  The screaming and the noise and the smoke, and realizing his rifle was empty...

They just seemed to keep missing, as he went in among them, smashing with rifle butt, stabbing, cutting, screaming, raging...

so angry...

The Elemental casually gunned down Bianh's squad to his left, and the rage peaked...and he was at its side-it seemed like there was a gap in its battered armor, maybe the Prowler's lasers had scored it, or an LRM strike, it didn't matter.  Rage guided him in, close, under the arm and he drove the rifle into it, felt it scrape and then the wet slosh...

It battered at him, and he was flying...

Impact.

His legs didn't work, he crawled, his hands found another weapon, and he fired at the thing, screaming obscenities until it fell over.

Thunder.

arguing with the Consellors on the field-phone.  The surviving Clanners were surrendering...he'd won, dammit...their insistence, and then, the news...

His eyes fluttered open.  He could see surgical scrubs, doctors, instruments...


"He is awake! Do something or he will go into SHOCK!!  I will NOT have a patient die on my TABLE!"

Gray.
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« Reply #19 on: 14 March 2012, 07:19:15 »
Later...

"You...almost died." 

Pol opened his eyes again.  He hurt...which is better than the gray... "You know that, quiaff?  what kind of people are you, I really DO wonder?"  The voice belonged to a man that, two years ago, Pol would have insisted could not exist-from the sheer size of him.

"...won...not...a...prisoner." Pol mumbled around the wires holding his jaw closed.

"Aff-and an impressive win-Pyrrhic, insane, bold beyond the limits of reason, and ultimately futile, but no, you are not a prisoner-you are a guest." The blurry resolved, the Warrior was wearing Galaxy Commander's insignia.

"m'men?" Pol asked.

"They are being cared for-those that need it.  Given the dreadful state of your medical technologies, I made the command decision to have you treated by Skilled medical staff-Clan staff.  The resource use is not a wasteful expense, and recovered battleroms indicate you put up one hell of a fight-the testimony of those warriors your men took early in the day...their word is, you were generous, fair, and treated them Honourably...which is, I am certain you are aware, rather in your favour at this point."

"Home?" Pol asked.

"Soon-three weeks to a month before you will be fit enough to be returned...though I would wish you could see your way otherwise...in the meantime, I suggest you rest up."
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« Reply #20 on: 14 March 2012, 07:27:14 »
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« Reply #22 on: 14 March 2012, 07:50:51 »
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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #23 on: 15 March 2012, 03:22:51 »
[Notes]

I futzed some of the dates up, I'll be going back and fixing them, but the in-game outcome from the Mangrove Delta fight had some interesting consequences-For one thing, it put the Coast Guard Marines on the map with some of the other Clans, forming the basis of "Reputation" for a proto-state.  I'll be going into the background on the secession in the next story, most of which is going to be happening before, and concurrent to, the events portrayed in "A Singular Event", but with a slight twist-it's from Deb MacAulliffe's perspective and the events surrounding HER-and why she ended up leader of the secession in the Plague Zone instead of Liz Ngo.

Somewhat appropriately, it is to be titled "Redneck", and opens in December/January of 3067, shortly after the development of effective treatments, and the discovery of a working vaccine by the multinational relief group opened the zone back up.

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« Reply #24 on: 15 March 2012, 03:46:21 »
what an anticlimactic result. [cheers]
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« Reply #25 on: 15 March 2012, 08:00:33 »
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Re: A Singular Event (FGC translation)
« Reply #26 on: 16 March 2012, 03:17:26 »
Further note: had to revise the dates again, I forgot just how deep into 3069 things were, until I ran across the original posts in that mess of an archive.  NOW, at least, some of it makes sense...
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« Reply #27 on: 07 April 2012, 05:29:25 »
Yet another string of date-corrections.  Sorry about that.
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