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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #630 on: 15 December 2021, 21:57:29 »
sorry for the double post but MML is being a bit of a pain
won't let me use more modern armor for this
won't let me put cap or sub-cap missiles on it, or any other capital weapon
this was the best i could do, take it for what it is worth

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Aquilla Transport Jumpship SCCarrier
Mass: 100,000 tons
Technology Base: Inner Sphere (Advanced)
Introduced: 3060
Mass: 100,000
Battle Value: 23,415
Tech Rating/Availability: E/X-X-X-X
Cost: 3,925,735,000 C-bills

Fuel: 2,500 tons (25,000)
Safe Thrust: 1
Maximum Thrust: 2
Sail Integrity: N/A
KF Drive Integrity: 4
Jump Range: 15
Heat Sinks: 2600 (5200)
Structural Integrity: 60

Armor
    Nose: 16
    Fore Sides: 16/16
    Aft Sides: 13/13
    Aft: 12

Cargo
    Bay 1:  Fighter (30)            4 Doors   
    Bay 2:  Small Craft (8)         2 Doors   
    Bay 3:  Cargo (2552.5 tons)     3 Doors   

Ammunition:
    120 rounds of Killer Whale ammunition (300 tons),
    2,000 rounds of AC/20 ammunition (400 tons)

Dropship Capacity: 0
Grav Decks: 0
Escape Pods: 20
Life Boats: 10
Crew:  22 officers, 43 enlisted/non-rated, 81 gunners, 100 bay personnel, 30 passengers, 30 marines

Notes: Mounts 120 tons of primitive aerospace armor.

Weapons:                                       Capital Attack Values (Standard)
Arc (Heat)                                 Heat  SRV     MRV     LRV      ERV    Class       
Nose (294 Heat)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
4 PPC                                      40   4(40)   4(40)    0(0)     0(0)   PPC         
4 PPC                                      40   4(40)   4(40)    0(0)     0(0)   PPC         
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Capital Missile Launcher (Killer Whale)  40   8(80)   8(80)   8(80)    8(80)   Capital Missile
    Killer Whale Ammo (20 shots)
2 Capital Missile Launcher (Killer Whale)  40   8(80)   8(80)   8(80)    8(80)   Capital Missile
    Killer Whale Ammo (20 shots)
FRS/FLS (386 Heat)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
4 PPC                                      40   4(40)   4(40)    0(0)     0(0)   PPC         
4 PPC                                      40   4(40)   4(40)    0(0)     0(0)   PPC         
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Naval Laser 35                           104  7(70)   7(70)   7(70)     0(0)   Capital Laser
2 Naval Laser 35                           104  7(70)   7(70)   7(70)     0(0)   Capital Laser
RBS/LBS (256 Heat)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
4 PPC                                      40   4(40)   4(40)    0(0)     0(0)   PPC         
4 PPC                                      40   4(40)   4(40)    0(0)     0(0)   PPC         
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Capital Missile Launcher (Killer Whale)  40   8(80)   8(80)   8(80)    8(80)   Capital Missile
    Killer Whale Ammo (20 shots)
2 Capital Missile Launcher (Killer Whale)  40   8(80)   8(80)   8(80)    8(80)   Capital Missile
    Killer Whale Ammo (20 shots)
ARS/ALS (386 Heat)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
4 PPC                                      40   4(40)   4(40)    0(0)     0(0)   PPC         
4 PPC                                      40   4(40)   4(40)    0(0)     0(0)   PPC         
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Naval Laser 35                           104  7(70)   7(70)   7(70)     0(0)   Capital Laser
2 Naval Laser 35                           104  7(70)   7(70)   7(70)     0(0)   Capital Laser
Aft (122 Heat)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
2 AC/20                                    14   4(40)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   AC         
    AC/20 Ammo (80 shots)
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
3 Large Laser                              24   2(24)   2(24)    0(0)     0(0)   Laser       
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense
2 Small Laser                               2    1(6)    0(0)    0(0)     0(0)   Point Defense



Edit: was informed WHY i couldn't find the capital grade weapons, still don't know why i'm still stuck with primitive aerospace armor though. have funn
« Last Edit: 17 December 2021, 19:09:07 by wolfgar »
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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #631 on: 15 December 2021, 23:30:49 »
long toms do not work in space.

and you have to adjust your year to after 3060 to open up capital weaponry. (or use 2750. basically you have to have a date that isn't during the canonical extinction period for capital weaponry on IS platforms)
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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #632 on: 15 December 2021, 23:46:52 »
Aren't Aquillas supposed to be just 50,000T?

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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #633 on: 15 December 2021, 23:50:43 »
nope.. 100,000. smallest possible jumpship mass. (primitive cores are basically compact cores, just with their exact % based on the jump range, and a hard upper design limit of 15ly)

https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Aquilla


biggest drawback is the need for huge fuel tanks because they don't have sails by default. i would assume though that you could probably retrofit a jump sail system
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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #634 on: 16 December 2021, 07:01:37 »
Fortress-class DropShip Black Bull
Inbound to New Vallis
Taurian Concordat
July 27, 3026

“Are you still brooding?” asked Jon Kincaide as he stepped over the hatch coming and entered the small cabin that was not only Edward’s sleeping compartment, but his office aboard the DropShip.

Edward snorted and he shook his head.  “I’m not brooding, Jon.”

The Subaltern chuckled and he sat down on the sole empty chair in the cabin and shook his head.  “Sure, you aren’t.  I mean, you are the one who has been pushing Space Master Lefebvre for a 2.5-g run to New Vallis—and he has constantly said no.  So, you’ve got another six days—instead of two and a half!—before you hit the tarmac and can say hi to your young lady doctor down there.”

Edward blushed and Jon smiled broadly.  “You’ve got it bad, Eddie,” he said in a laughing tone.  “You did get her radio message, though—she knows you are in-system and coming to see her.”

Edward looked up and he glared at Jon, but the gaze didn’t affect his best friend in the least.  And then he sighed.

“I got her message—and the ones from Baron Tyrell and Uncle Corey, as well the new Governor that Pop appointed.  And damn if I know just how much time I am going to have to spend with Moira!” he snapped.  “Uncle Corey wants me to report to his HQ right after we ground—Baron Tyrell thinks I should spend a month—a month!—touring and inspecting Defense Force installations scattered across New Vallis—Governor Hampton expects me, as my father’s son and Heir-Designate, to spend what little free time I am going to have making public appearances with him to boost his own popularity!”

It was all that Jon could do to keep himself from laughing as he saw the expression on Edward’s face.  But, he managed to turn the laugh into a brief cough, and shook his head.  “Guess you didn’t get the other three messages that we received.”

Edward groaned.  “You mean still more people want me to spend my time with them and not Moira?”

“Well, Raphael Mendoza has extended an invitation for you—along with myself and the ‘Mechs of your bodyguard—to participate in a field training exercise,” Jon said with a smile.  “The FTX will square off the Red Hand against elements of the Wolf’s Dragoons Alpha Regiment and Zeta Battalion, by the way.”

“Oh,” Edward whispered as he sat up and then leaned back in his chair.  “Oh!” he repeated in much stronger and more excited voice.

“Well, he thinks that since Corey and your father kept you out of the Battle of the Glitterstream, you might appreciate getting some time in the field with him and his troops for a week or two of maneuvers and training exercises against the Dragoons.  If you are interested, that is.”

“I am interested, Jon, very interested,” but then Edward sighed.  “But I doubt that Uncle Corey will authorize it.  He’s already sent me my work schedule and expects me to be ready to assume the role as his ADC the moment we touch down.”

“Marshal Calderon did plan on you doing just that, Sir Edward,” Jon said with another beaming smile.  “The second message was from your father.  At the request of Brigadier Mendoza, the Protector of the Taurian Concordat has amended your orders, changing the date on which you are to report to I Corps HQ as Marshal Calderon’s Aide-de-camp from August 2nd to August 20th.  He sent a copy of the message to Baron Tyrell as well, telling him that you are not the Inspector General of the Taurian Defense Force and to stay out of your, ahem,” Jon paused and cleared his throat, “affairs.  And your father says not to worry about Governor Hampton—any requests he makes for your time are just that.  Requests.  Not orders you are bound to obey.”

Edward smiled and he nodded.  “In that case, hell yes, Jon!  Get with the detail and get them up to speed—and have the Techs go over your ‘Mech and mine to make sure they are ready.”  And then his smile faded.  “Of course, being in a two week FTX means I won’t see Moira for at least a fortnight!”

“The FTX is scheduled to begin on August 6th and conclude on August 19th.  We ground at the space-port early in the morning on the 2nd and you don’t report to I Corps HQ until 0900 local times on the 20th.  That gives you three—almost four!—free days before you have the FTX begins,” Jon informed the young man in a bright and cheerful voice and then he laughed at the look on Edward’s face.

And Jon laughed.  “Come on, Eddie.  Sure, it might be a bit of nepotism,” and Jon held up one hand in a placating gesture as Edward glared at him, “okay, it is a lot of nepotism since the Protector doesn’t often amend TDF orders for a mere Brigadier on a routine change of duty station.  You could always message your father back and tell him thank you, but no thank you and report early to Marshal Calderon on the 2nd.  I’m sure he can find you some work to keep you occupied, if using the family influence for a bit of personal gain is too much of a cross to bear.”

Edward began to answer then he shut his mouth and he began to chuckle.  “I think I will accept a bit of family influence just this once, Jon.”

“Good, because I’d hate to have to explain to Moira that you had a chance to spend three and a half days with her, but you refused to do so because of your own stupid pride.”

“Come to think of it,” Edward whispered, “so would I.  She’d be pretty upset over the whole thing if I was foolish enough to turn it down, wouldn’t she?”

“Oh, she wouldn’t kill you—I think.  Just a bit of maiming and possibly crippling,” Jon answered with a chuckle.

And Edward snorted.  “Yeah.  And the third message?”

Jon smiled again.  “Oh, that?  Moira sent you another message—your father mentioned in his message that he and your step-mother personally informed Moira Tyrell of the changes he made in your orders—and that he has also instructed Marshal Calderon and Baron Tyrell to give you both a bit of privacy,” and Jon paused.  “But you will have members of the detail present escorting you both wherever you two go and whatever you two decide to do.”

Edward began to smile and this time, the smile finally reached his eyes.  “Hopefully, just not in the same room,” he finally managed to whisper.

“They will give you some space—but they are going to stay close in case someone decides they would like you better if you were dead, Eddie.  And that isn’t gonna change anytime soon, my friend.”

“Did you . . .,” Edward began to ask.

“Nope.  Haven’t opened Moira’s message and I made damn sure that neither the detail nor the crew of this boat did as well.”  Jon held out a data-card.  “Here you go,” he said as he handed the message to Edward.  He stood.  “And I am going to the ‘Mech bay to make certain that the Techs have our T-Bolts ready to go when we land.”

“Thanks, Jon,” Edward said as he too stood and shook the man’s hand.

“All part of the job of being your personal body-guard, aide, and friend, my friend.”

And with, Jon exited the cabin and closed the hatch behind him.

Edward sat down at the computer station and inserted the data card and the message loaded, and he sat there rapt as he listened to Moira speak about her plans for the three—perhaps four!—blessed days they would have together.

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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #635 on: 16 December 2021, 08:48:54 »
and 9 months later?   >:D

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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #636 on: 16 December 2021, 17:58:17 »
and 9 months later?   >:D
I doubt she threw that part in...  or that she wants a child
I had a friend who new gf said like on the 2nd date she would like a kid...  4 months later she was with child and we did a party for him, who just kept saying I missed that, before the wedding
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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #637 on: 16 December 2021, 18:09:09 »
I doubt she threw that part in...  or that she wants a child
I had a friend who new gf said like on the 2nd date she would like a kid...  4 months later she was with child and we did a party for him, who just kept saying I missed that, before the wedding
She's also a doctor. I don't think that will be an issue whatever happens.

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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #638 on: 17 December 2021, 08:04:48 »
Fun became earnest: Earnest is now three years old ...

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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #639 on: 20 December 2021, 00:15:29 »
Henderson Space Port
Port Sheridan, New Vallis
Taurian Concordat
August 2, 3026

Edward passed through the doors of the arrival concourse and his smile faded as he noticed who was waiting for him.

“Eddie, my boy!” Corey Calderon said loudly.  “Welcome back to New Vallis.”

“Uncle Corey,” Edward forced a smile on his face and shook the older man’s hand.  Since Corey hadn’t addressed him as Brigadier, Edward hoped that it meant this meeting was neither formal nor work.

Corey shook his head with a grin.  “Not planning on ruining you spending a few days with your young lady, Eddie,” he said with a chuckle.  And then his happy expression faded.  “But, first, we need to talk,” and he motioned with one hand towards one of the security rooms where customs inspectors—on occasion—questioned visitors to New Vallis.

Edward frowned, but then he nodded.  “Okay then,” and he walked over to the door which was guarded by four men—but these weren’t customs agents or standard spaceport security.  No, these men were serious and expressionless and their eyes flitted from one passerby to the next.  Edward had grown up in the care of men and women just like these—and the tension he already felt ratcheted up another couple of notches.

One of the agents opened the door, and Edward walked in, followed by Corey and Jon Kincaide, then the door was closed behind the three.  A fourth person was already seated in the room and she rose as they entered.

“Sir Edward,” she said politely, “Marshal Calderon thought that perhaps it would be for the best if you and I met here and now.  I am Special Agent in Charge Abigail Carnes and I work for Henri Jouett.”

“Special Intelligence and Operations,” Edward replied.

“I am the station chief here on New Vallis—the last two times you were here, we didn’t meet.  That was because both of those times there was no reason for you to be aware of my identity and no real benefit to brief you on intelligence matters not within your purview.”  And she paused.

“That has now changed,” she said sadly.

“How so?” asked Edward.

The SAIC for New Vallis motioned to the seats and Edward sat, followed by Corey and Abigail, although Jon remained standing just behind and to the side of his charge.

Corey sighed.  “It’s the damn CRP, Eddie.  They have been flooding the airwaves with talk of how you are a traitor to the Concordat, that you remain in your position and as Heir-designate only because your father doesn’t want to cause a scandal by throwing you out—they believe and they are trying to make others believe that you sold out the Taurian people to Hanse Davion and the Federated Suns.”

“And those broadcasts and editorials and town hall meetings where the CRP has been spewing this crap has fallen on a few people easily influenced.  Special Intelligence and Operations has intercepted a number of communications between members of the CRP and people not previously associated with that party.  Communications that discuss the solution to the ‘problem of traitor and turn-coat Edward Calderon’ in most vivid detail,” Abigail added.

Corey nodded, his jaw set and a furious look in his eyes.  “When they got word that you were being posted here, the crazies and fanatics dialed up their rhetoric even higher.  SIO has uncovered both voice and text signal traffic that indicate they intend to kill you, Eddie.”

Jon stiffened behind him, but Edward forced himself to remain calm.  After all, threats against the Protector and his family were nothing new.  But this wasn’t Taurus.  And while his security detail was good—the best in fact that the Concordat could offer—it was only a small fraction of the Protector’s Own:  the men and women entrusted with keeping the Protector and his family alive and well.

“I take it that the means through which SIO acquired the signals intelligence means we can’t go through the Courts?” Edward asked.

Abigail smiled.  “Actually, we have arrested almost everyone implicated and they have been charged, arraigned, and are awaiting trail—all in accordance with the law.”

“Almost everyone,” Edward pointed out the key words from her statement, and she nodded.

“Seven of the suspects managed to elude our capture teams—we think when we started rounding up those members of the CRP and their followers, they got just enough of a warning to vanish.  We are hunting them down—but, Sir Edward, you are in grave danger here on New Vallis.”

Corey leaned forward and he sighed.  “And so is anyone in your company, Eddie.”

Now Edward did sit and his face whitened.  “Moira,” he whispered.

“Moira Tyrell,” Corey confirmed.  “We’ve got her a protection detail shadowing her around the clock, but all it takes if for one of these fanatics to get lucky once, just like that attempted assassination of Melissa Steiner on Tharkad showed us.  Erwin is worried, Eddie, and so am I.  So is Abigail.”

“Which means?” Edward asked. 

“For now,” Abigail answered after a brief glance at the Marshal who commanded the I Corps of the TDF, “I would recommend that you and Moira Tyrell be placed in secure custody where none of those associated with the CRP or their followers can reach you.  At least until we apprehend those fugitives still at large.”

Edward snorted.  “I’ll bet Moira told you two—and her father!—just where to stick that secure custody,” he said in a voice that held absolutely no laughter.

“Since I’d lose that bet if I took it, I’m not gonna take it, son,” Corey answered.  And he sighed.  “Eddie, Erwin and I want you to talk to her—get her to do the right thing.  It won’t be forever, but she’s putting herself at risk going back-and-forth to Port Sheridan General Hospital and working there while these ****** are out there trying to make you hurt even if they can’t manage to kill you.”

For a moment, Edward was silent, but then he nodded.  “I’ll talk to her, but I doubt she is going to back down, Corey.  She won’t let fanatics win by showing she’s afraid of them.”  And he let out a soft and bitter chuckle.  “Just like you or I or Pop or Erwin won’t.”

Corey nodded.  “I figured that you might say that.  So.  Erwin, Raphael Montoya, and myself go together with Colonel Wolf and we moved up the FTX—it starts at 0600 tomorrow morning.  And I’ve spoken—behind the scenes—with the administrator of Port Sheridan General, and he’s agreed that we might just need a trauma team on-call out there.  And do you know who he picked to lead that team?”

Edward snorted and he shook his lead.  “Let me guess—one Doctor Moira Tyrell?”

“Right you are, my boy!”  Corey smiled.  “She can’t complain because it is a prestigious posting requiring only the best in trauma care specialists—and Colonel Wolf has assigned his 7th Kommando special operations team to provide security for the medical detachement . . . and your quarters.”

“Combined with the rest of your detail,” Abigail continued, “we can keep you safe out there on the military reservation—none of the fugitives should be able to even get on the base, much less near you.  And if they do, the 7th Kommando, base security, and your detail are authorized to respond with lethal force.”

She sighed and shook her head.  “It’s not ideal.  I’d rather have you and Dr. Tyrell down in the bowels of Fort Locke—in the deepest and most secure bunker we have here on New Vallis, with a battalion of infantry for perimeter security and my best people and your detail for close-in security.  I can make certain that no one could get to either of you.”  She paused and shook her head again.  “But if wishes were horses, everyone would ride.  Having you two out on the military reservation is a good second choice, but it is still dangerous.”

“What isn’t in this life?” asked Edward.  “Special Agent Carnes, there has not been a day in my life since I was old enough to realize reality for what it is that I haven’t known that I am a target for someone who wants to hurt my father.  Every day is a risk and just going outside to a restaurant for a meal might be dangerous and deadly—but I am not going to let these bastards win by locking myself and my family away from the world.  They can kill me.  They can hurt or kill people I love.  But they won’t break me.  And they won’t stop me and mine from living our lives to the fullest extent we can and cherishing every minute of this life we have together.”

“Well said, son,” Corey chimed in.  “Okay.  I’ve got transport waiting out front for you.”

Edward smiled, and he shook his head.  “I’ve got a better idea, Uncle Corey.  Jon?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Signal Subaltern Kennedy aboard Black Bull.  Tell him that that we are deploying the ‘Mech and armored companies now—and find transport for the infantry component of the detail and the close-in security detachement—weapons hot and live ammunition loaded in all magazines  And have the Techs get my ‘Mech and yours ready.  Bastards want to take a shot at me?  Well, I’ll be in the cockpit of a Thunderbolt if they decide they want to die today.”

Corey laughed.  “Not even the CRP are crazy enough to take on fourteen ‘Mechs, eighteen Rattlesnakes, and a company of the best-damned jump infantry troopers that the Concordat can field—much less the agents from the Protector’s Own.  Governor Hampton will have a cow about what you are going to do to the streets of Port Sheridan, but I can live with that Edward!”

“In that case, Uncle Corey,” Edward replied as he stood, “I think Jon and I need to go back aboard Black Bull and get ready.”

“Godspeed, son.  Godspeed,” Corey answered and he and Abigail stood as well.

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« Reply #640 on: 20 December 2021, 14:10:19 »
I wonder if they will get jumped.   You can never know, given maybe Blakists maybe behind this up rise of paranoia
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« Reply #641 on: 20 December 2021, 17:53:47 »
I wonder if they will get jumped.   You can never know, given maybe Blakists maybe behind this up rise of paranoia
of course not this is an all internal uprising against him...   8)  no Terrans are involved or even effecting it in anyway..  some people just want to blame the Blakist for everything right.. :thumbsup:
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« Reply #642 on: 12 January 2022, 14:10:33 »
Cháteau des Calderon
Samantha City, Taurus
Taurian Concordat
August 2, 3026

Thomas Calderon sighed as he looked out the bay windows of his private office.  He could see the trees swaying in the distance as the wind which preceded this late summer thunderstorm buffeted the branches and trunks.  The thick clouds—all dark grey heavy with the promise of rain illuminated by the flash and crackle of lightning—hung low, turning the afternoon into a gloomy and miserable affair.  Even without the droning voice of Semyon Cantrell.

“. . ., to sum up, my Lord Protector,” the Exchequer of the Concordat continued, “the entire economy is entering a boom phase.  Your decision to open the border to trade with Federated Suns has given our manufacturers new markets and virtually every stock traded on the Exchange is sharply up and continues to rise.  Add to that your announcement that the TDF will be adding two new regiments of ‘Mechs---six battalions!—to its force strength over the next eighteen months and the first round of payments we have received for copies of the Vickers Core,” Semyon paused and he smiled.  “Well, my Lord, suffice it to say the government is flush with capital more so than we have been in centuries.”

And then the smile faded.  “But we need to keep a careful watch on the banks and a tight rein on inflation—boom economies can become bust economies all too quickly, Sire.  We may need to slow our rate of growth down a bit to keep things from swept up into a bubble all too ready to bust at the first sign of bad news.”

“Not to mention that even with having more funds flowing into the hands of banks and stock traders doesn’t necessarily translate into the common man having more cash in his wallet, Semyon,” Thomas added.  “Keep it under control as best you can—but let’s do what we can to stop inflation from adversely affecting the common people.  If that means hitting the banks and other lending institutions with fines and new regulations, well, you bring it to me and I’ll sign it.”

“We are watching the situation closely, Sire,” Semyon acknowledged as he made one last entry into his notebook and closed the case.  “But so far—so far—they aren’t getting out of line and fanning the flames of greed too much.”  The Exchequer added with a grin.  “Not much more than normal, anyways.  We’ve not had to smack more than a handful and those were ones we were already watching because of their past financial chicanery.”

“Good,” Thomas grunted as he turned away from the window.  “What about the plans for the new colonies?”

“Well, before he left on his mission to locate Fleet Marshal Vicker’s Exiles, Hall and his Far Lookers had surveyed about a dozen systems with habitable planets.  We are really in good shape to go ahead and start planning for colonization—although that will strain our available interstellar transport.  And stretch the TDF if we need to provide garrisons for all of them.”

Thomas snorted.  “I’m not planning on colonizing a dozen systems in a single year, Semyon!  Pick the two best and we will begin there.  Once they get up and running, two or three years down the road, we’ll start another two or three.  And just keep on going.”

“That will certainly make the Far Lookers happy,” Semyon noted as he began to stand.  “Although the CRP will complain about how you are looking away from our ‘Lost Worlds’ so as to avoid a conflict with your new Davion friends.”

“Hardly friends,” Thomas whispered, and then he shook his head.  “Let them complain—that is all they have done for the past two decades,” and he shook his head again.  “Although, their complaints have increased in volume—both in decibels and numbers!—over the past six months, I will have to admit.”

Semyon nodded in agreement.  “Those fools do not seem to comprehend just how the Concordat is prospering from your changes in policy, Sire.  I think they live on hatred and vitriol,” he finished with an exasperated sigh.

Thomas winced.  Part of the reason that the CRP was so outspoken was the silent support he had given to Grover Shraplen before the man overdosed last year.  Grover had been one of his oldest friends and Thomas knew that he had allowed that friendship—the trust he had placed in Grover—to influence his own policy.  But now, with all that had happened in the past year, Grover’s death and the subsequent revelation of his financial connections with Sian and the House of Liao, Thomas had been forced to reevaluate almost everything he thought he had believed in.

“I was a damn fool,” he whispered as he watched the first drops of rain splatter against the bay windows of his office.

“Sire?”

Thomas turned his back to the rain and he gave the Ministry of his Treasury a half-hearted smile.  “I’ve never trusted the Davions, Semyon—too much bad blood between them and the Concordat in the past and they have never done anything before now to fix that.  But, I never bothered to do anything myself to try and set our relations right.  I used that hate and fear and,” Thomas chuckled bitterly as he accepted and then voiced his own innermost fears about his mental stability, “my bloody paranoia to fuel my Protectorship.  And I let Grover fan those flames all the while he was taking Max Liao’s money to undermine my realm.”  He paused and then he sat down at the desk.  “I was a damn fool.”

“I wouldn’t say that, Sire,” Semyon protested, but Thomas waved him silent.

“It is the truth.  I ignored what Henri and Brenda and even Edward was telling me to instead put my trust in a man that betrayed not only me but the Concordat and all of her people.  And now I suppose I am reaping what I have sown,” he shook his head.  “Mother would be so disappointed in me; you know,” he said in a quiet voice, “she never liked Grover and tried to discourage my friendship with him.”  And Thomas gave another bitter chuckle.  “Which only made me more stubborn in proving her wrong.  If Grover was a traitor, what the hell does that make me?”

Semyon paused for a moment and then he leaned forward.  “It makes you human, my Lord Calderon,” he said in a voice just as quiet.  “We have all had friends and acquaintances who we thought were one thing and proved themselves something quite different.  You wanted to think the best of Governor Shraplen—you wanted him to be worthy of your trust.  Just because he wasn’t doesn’t make you a bad man, Sire.”

“Just a fool, Semyon.  Just a foolish old man who put the entire Concordat in danger.  If I had kept on listening to Grover, who knows what I might have done,” and Thomas’ voice trailed off, leaving only the ticking of the clock to break the silence of the office.

Until Thomas shook his head.  “Enough of this maudlin self-loathing,” he muttered.  “Is there anything else for today?” he continued in a louder, stronger voice.

Semyon shook his head.  “That about covers it all, my Lord Pro-. . .,” and he was interrupted by a knock on the door of the office.  Thomas and Semyon both frowned as they looked at the clock; it was not time for the Protector’s next appointment.

“Come,” Thomas ordered.

“My Lord Calderon,” the uniformed guard of his security detail spoke as he opened the door, “Marshals Calderon and Vickers, Ministers Calderon and Jouett request a few moments of your time.”  The guard paused.  “They say it is quite urgent, my Lord.”

Thomas sat back in his chair and glanced over at Semyon who seemed as puzzled as he was.  “Show them in at once,” he ordered.

“My Lord,” the guard said with a bow and he exited the office; moments later Brenda Calderon, Raoul Calderon, Helena Vickers, and Henri Jouett were ushered in and the door was closed.

“Should I leave?” Semyon asked as he closed his folder of papers and notes.

“Henri?” Thomas asked, as he raised his chin towards the Exchequer.

“Perhaps it might be for the best, my Lord Calderon, if the Exchequer stayed,” Henri answered, and Thomas frowned because Henri’s face was pale and drawn.  So too were the faces of Brenda and Raoul, although Helena’s looked angry.

“What has happened?” Thomas asked as he felt a sudden knot in his stomach.

Brenda and Henri paused, but Raoul walked over the liquor cabinet that Thomas kept in his office and he poured two glasses of whiskey—and Thomas raised one eyebrow as he brother set one glass in front of the Protector on the desk, keeping the second for himself.

“We just received news from New Vallis, Tom,” his brother said quietly.  And he held up one hand as the blood drained from Thomas’s face.  “No.  Edward is fine,” and Raoul sighed.  “For now, at least.”

“For now?  What the hell is going on!” Thomas snapped as he stood and laid his hands on his desk, leaning forward.

Henri winced and then he steeled himself.  “Sire, Special Operations and Intelligence on New Vallis has discovered a conspiracy to assassinate Edward Calderon.”

For a moment, Thomas said nothing, but the blood drained from his face and he felt his arms tremble as he leaned against them.  He sat down suddenly—almost fell back into his chair, and his mouth worked, but just a strangle of air came out for what seemed an eternity.

“Wh-wh-what?” he finally sputtered as he sat there and stared at men and women standing and sitting in front of his desk.

“Edward is just fine, Thomas,” Raoul quickly added.  “SIO uncovered the plot before he landed on New Vallis and we have most of the conspirators in custody.  They have been charged and will be tried for their parts in this scheme.”

“How,” Thomas began and then he collected himself and lifted the glass, draining it in one massive gulp, and almost immediately had a coughing spasm.  “How did this happen?  What happened?” he asked after he had recovered.

Henri shook his head.  “A very small faction of the CRP on New Vallis decided that with the treaty that Edward brokered between us and the Federated Suns made him a traitor to the Concordat.  And they planned to remove him—permanently—from the succession.”

“SIO-New Vallis discovered the plot,” Raoul added quickly as he sat down the second glass of whiskey near Thomas’s hand, “when they overreached and tried to recruit other members of the CRP in their criminal enterprise.  Those citizens of the Concordat were appalled at what the conspirators had planned and reported the conversations to SIO-New Vallis.  The SAIC there used their reports to obtain warrants from the Courts to monitor their communications—voice, video, electronic, and postal—and gathered enough evidence that their convictions are all but assured.”

Thomas’s hand shook as he took the second glass of whiskey and gulped down about a third of the glass in a single swallow.  And then he stopped, put down the whiskey, and looked back up.

“Most of them,” he repeated Raoul’s words and Henri, Raoul, and Brenda all winced at the ice in the Protector’s voice.  Semyon looked stunned, but Helena just stood there with little expression on her face.

“Most of them, Tom,” Brenda replied quietly.  “Some of the conspirators managed to elude SIO, but they are being sought—and they will be found, arrested, tried, and convicted.”

“Edward’s still in danger?” Thomas asked quietly as he drained the second glass and stood on trembling legs.  “Brenda, I want orders cut to return him to Taurus immediately!”

“That is not a good idea, my Lord Protector,” Brenda Calderon began, “Edward is a serving TDF officer and you pulling him back before he even begins his duties on New Vallis will send very much the wrong message to the officer Corps of the TDF . . ,” but she was interrupted.

“I DON”T GIVE A DAMN!  HE IS MY SON!” Thomas bellowed.  And then he sat down heavily again.  “He’s my son, damn it!  I want him home and I want him safe.”

“Protector Calderon,” Helena spoke up softly, and Thomas looked up at her with unshed tears welling up in his one natural eye.  “If you do that, we can keep Edward safe—but he is safe now on New Vallis.  We—the TDF and SIO—have taken every possible step to ensure his safety, but you will be telling the officers and men of the Defense Force that you value the life of your son more than their own.  And what does Edward want?  What does your son want, Thomas Calderon?”

Thomas gave out a gasp of air as he shook and the tears finally began to descend his cheek.  “He would want to stay there and show those bastards they can’t make Calderon’s run,” he finally said in a quiet voice.  “Henri, Brenda,” he said in a voice that held a small quaver.  “Can you promise me that you will keep him safe?”

“We will do our best, Sire,” Brenda answered and Henri nodded.

“But you can’t promise me he will be safe?  That you will apprehend all of those who are part of this?”

“Thomas,” Raoul said quietly as he refilled one of the glasses on his brother’s desk and placed it in a trembling hand.  “No one can absolutely guarantee that Edward will not be harmed—just as we cannot guarantee that no one will ever take a shot at you or me or the rest of our family.  We have to trust our people—our loyal people—to do their jobs and do them well.  And Edward would never forgive you for calling him home and making him look the coward in the face of this conspiracy.  You know that, brother.”

Thomas sobbed and then he nodded his head.  “You tell Corey and your SAIC, Henri, that they will keep my son safe and alive.  They will!” he growled and he drank deep from the third glass, and with that the trembling in his arms and hands and legs began to subside.

For a moment there was silence and then Thomas finished the third glass and he set it down on the desk.  He took another moment and he gathered himself and then he looked up at his family and advisors and his jaw was fixed.

“Henri,” he growled, “I want every last member of the CRP to be detained and questioned.  Every single one of those bastards!  I want every one of them who had anything to do with this shot!”

“Tom,” Raoul said quietly.  “We have the conspirators in custody—most of them.  We will find anyone else connected—you don’t need a witch hunt or an inquisition.  We have this situation under control.  They will be tried under the law and punished accordingly.”

“NOT GOOD ENOUGH!” Thomas snapped.  “I WANT THEM DEAD!”

“Protector Calderon,” Helena said quietly, “you can give that order.  SIO will carry it out.  Even if the Courts object, they can do it.  But if you give that order, then you, Sir, will be destroying the Concordat and all it stands for.”  Thomas started to snarl something, but Helena raised one hand and he stopped.  “We will find the guilty—they will be punished.  But that punishment will be handed out by the Courts and in accordance with our laws.  If not, we are nothing more than mere bandits out here, as barbaric as the Inner Sphere thinks we are.  There will be nothing left of the honor of the Concordat and the Taurian people—nothing left of your honor.  Or that of Edward.  Or mine.”

“Let the Courts handle this, Tom,” Raoul added in a soft voice.  “We will stand these bastards before a firing squad, but we will do it legally.”

“This is just one faction of the CRP on one world, Thomas,” Brenda said as well.  “They don’t all mean you and your family harm—hell, we found out because members of the CRP thought these ****** were going too far and told us!  If we do what you want, that will never happen again.”

For a moment, everyone in the room was afraid that Thomas would get stubborn—that he would issue the order anyway, but finally Thomas nodded.  “We will do your way,” he whispered.  “But, Henri,” he growled and his voice grew stronger.  “I want SIO to monitor everyone that belongs to the CRP.  Read their mail, eavesdrop on their communications, go through their computer files, do what you have to do, but we are stopping this now before they can get lucky.”

“We will need warrants for that, Tom,” Henri said quietly.  “I don’t think the Courts will grant us anywhere near as many as you want.  We can get some, certainly, especially on those who have shown they are members of the hard-line faction, but we won’t get warrants to listen to everyone not matter what we do.  We can do it without warrants, but getting a conviction if we find something will be all but impossible if you bypass the law.”

Thomas began to snarl, but after looking at the faces of his advisors, his family, and the pictures on his desk of his children and wife and mother and sisters and nephews and nieces, he finally nodded.  “Fine.  Fine,” he snarled.  “Get your warrants to monitor their worst elements.  And if they are planning anything, throw those bastards in some dark hole to rot!”

He stood and pressed the intercom button.  “Bring my car around—I am heading to the HPG Station to speak with my son,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sire,” came the answer.

“And, Henri,” Thomas began, but the Intelligence Minister shook his head.

“We’ll make certain they don’t get a second shot, Tom,” he assured his Protector—his friend.

And Thomas nodded.  “Well, in that case, I have a call to place and all of you have work to do.”

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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #643 on: 12 January 2022, 17:05:46 »
Good to see this again!

How much would you bet that ROM might have been involved in this?

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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #644 on: 12 January 2022, 17:59:52 »
I think ROM agents are the only people involved.

Group #1: ROM agents posing as CRP approach actual CRP for 'assistance' so they have someone to throw under the bus and destabilise the Concordat with an internal assassination plot.

Group #2 (the people approached): ROM agents who don't know that the first lot are ROM, dobbing them in to reveal the internal assassination plot, feeding Thomas' paranoia and destabilising the Concordat.

Typical Comstar "Too many cooks" situation.

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« Reply #645 on: 12 January 2022, 20:10:07 »
I think ROM agents are the only people involved.

Group #1: ROM agents posing as CRP approach actual CRP for 'assistance' so they have someone to throw under the bus and destabilise the Concordat with an internal assassination plot.

Group #2 (the people approached): ROM agents who don't know that the first lot are ROM, dobbing them in to reveal the internal assassination plot, feeding Thomas' paranoia and destabilising the Concordat.

Typical Comstar "Too many cooks" situation.
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Re: By the Horns (An Alternate Universe Fan-Fiction)
« Reply #646 on: 13 January 2022, 00:57:15 »
Just got from start to finish of this story.  Very well done, lots of little details in one chapter becoming plot points in the next

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« Reply #647 on: 05 August 2022, 21:14:48 »
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« Reply #648 on: 13 August 2022, 08:34:43 »
Thomas snorted.  “I’m not planning on colonizing a dozen systems in a single year, Semyon!  Pick the two best and we will begin there.  Once they get up and running, two or three years down the road, we’ll start another two or three.  And just keep on going.”

“That will certainly make the Far Lookers happy,” Semyon noted as he began to stand.  “Although the CRP will complain about how you are looking away from our ‘Lost Worlds’ so as to avoid a conflict with your new Davion friends.”

“Hardly friends,” Thomas whispered, and then he shook his head.  “Let them complain—that is all they have done for the past two decades,” and he shook his head again.  “Although, their complaints have increased in volume—both in decibels and numbers!—over the past six months, I will have to admit.”

I do understand that the Taurians want their old planets back.

BUT

in comparison to real life situations on Earth (I just dare to mention Germany and the areas they lost from 1914 till today) there is one big difference:

Earth is just one planet, but the Inner Sphere is about 2.000 planets. And beyond the IS are even more planets.

The Inner Sphere is about 1500 lightyears diameter. And the Milkyway is 100.000 lightyears diameter.
So, if the Taurians sign a treaty with House Davion that there is peace, the borders do not change but those Taurians living on now-Davion planets want to move back to the TC then this move is paid 50/50 by the TC and House Davion then the TC can expand to the edge of the Milkyway  - how many thousand lightyears are this? - and the people can settle on these planets.

And to the "actions" of the ROM agents mentioned by Smegish.

You forget the other powerplayers and minor factions.
They will also try to play in this game.

 

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