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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #30 on: 05 November 2020, 17:21:52 »
Is the counseling and and therapy for Allison a departure from previous iterations?
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #31 on: 05 November 2020, 17:35:17 »
"I'm not going to make it, Pat."  Henry explained, He managed to keep his grades from being a complete failure-but only enough to barely 'pass' the Academic Placement Exams at the end of year 12.

"So you're just going to give up then?"

"No." the middle Ngo child shook his head, "I'm not just going to 'give it up'...but I ain't Nagelring material, that's for damned sure.  Dad's still missing?"

"Yeah...dude, you don't have to pick an academy now, you've got the semester break ahead, you maybe can pick it up from a lower-tier school and still make it your Junior year..."

Henry sighed, "I have an 'in' Pat, and it's cheap."

"Where?"

"Blackjack.  I did score high enough for Blackjack, just not Sanglamore or The Nagelring...and before you give me 'the speech'-"

"Dad went to Blackjack.  I'm not gonna give you 'the speech' Hank, you don't wanna go to an A-Tier school? fine with me, if you're serious about Blackjack."

"Hey, it's like starting a family tradition, Dad was the first 'mechwarrior in the family, he went there, he's a Kommandant now.  SO I go, and who knows? maybe I'll make Colonel, since you're going back to Kowloon after your tour's up, that's like, keeping TWO traditions in the family, right?"

Patrick sighed, "Yeah...you're thinking of being a lifer like DAD?"

"Not like Dad." Henry said, shaking his head, "I figure Blackjack, then a tour in the Regulars, then go home and be your Militia enforcer." Henry grinned, "We'll have you as the Duke, Lizzie can do her weird science projects and be the court wizard, and I'll be your Knight, maybe marry some Foreigner or something-not totally like Dad, more like what maybe Grandfather thought Dad would become when he bought that Shadowhawk...how's Lizzie doing, anyway?"

"She's in rehab." Pat said, "You should know, she claims she calls you..."

"She does, but it feels like she's holding something back."

"You'll have to ask our sister."

"SO...you know something."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to, I know you, and you never could keep a secret.  it's eating at you, too."

"I don't want...******.  Henry, it's not good, okay??"

"What, is she into something that's gonna get her in jail at Twelve??"

"Um...no.  Hank, our sister...and don't you ****** tell her I told you...she's got what Grandpa's brother had-what he died of."

"you're...no..no..no! That's-"

"It turns out Mom had a grandmother die of the same thing, it was hushed up over on Kirklin side." Patrick explained, "Lizzie won't live to be an old lady-the rehab is to keep her safe while Mom gets treated for a breakdown, okay?  It's really ****** things up."

"Dad knows?"

"Dad knows, I think that's why he volunteered for that mission coreward-getting out of the house so he wouldn't have to deal with it."

"Our dad's a ****** ******, you know that?" Henry spat.

"I know...he's our dad though.  So...still wanna go to Blackjack?"

"Yeah...now I want to go to spite the old man."

"Well, good luck."
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #32 on: 05 November 2020, 22:20:39 »
Spite.. always a good reason when families fight.
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #33 on: 06 November 2020, 11:41:21 »
[out of story]

In the Ngo-verse, especially after the publication of FM:Lyran Alliance, I took an interest in fleshing out a canon person to fill a specific role.

Margaret "Maggie" Doons, head of Nashan Enterprises.  Now, to give y'all a little bit of how I came to decide what kind of fleshing out she got in these, you have to look at the one color plate and caption showing her.

Older lady, with boytoys.

I decided she was gonna be the 'my setting' version of the Grand Dame of the Lyran social set.  The platonic alpha of wealthy, powerful, socially connected society Ladies.  In the canon, I guess this was supposed to  be Katherine's role, but frankly, that didn't add up to me.  Kate hardly lived LONG enough to fill that role, and most of her time was being spent being a princess.

basically, Maggie Doons is a powerful influencer, wielding the force of charm, class, and sophistication.  The devil wearing prada, the woman who can slay an entire fashion trend with a single disparaging remark at a private function, on a saturday.

a mistress of social manipulation and marketing, and also a guardian and gatekeeper of what is socially acceptable in high (but not necessarily polite) society.

I envisioned her as cold-blooded, ruthless, and classy.  Every lover feels loved, every employee, valued, every enemy respected-even as she annihilates them.

She's Elizabeth's mentor figure in the vulnerable years between 3049, and 3051, and again from 52 to 53.



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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #34 on: 06 November 2020, 12:23:02 »
Now you've said that I want to see a *lot* more of her...
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #35 on: 06 November 2020, 14:07:12 »
Having been on more corporate change management/leadership/junket training than entirely healthy, there was once an interesting graph.

Imagine authority - official standing - as the vertical axis; influence as the horizontal. Can't find a good image on the internet, so ... When you want to make real cultural change, who do you try and influence?

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A are the bosses. Power and official authority. But their minds are usually made up.
B are the people with the title, but no actual competence/effectiveness. They're referred to as the "empty suits". Don't waste your time.
C are the workers, aka minions, no power or influence, and no motivation to listen to you
D are the people who know people, and despite their lack of official title, are key to getting shit done, and most likely to listen to you if you have a good story. They're called the "silver foxes".

I trust you can see where I think people fit in this model.
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #36 on: 06 November 2020, 15:17:07 »
One of the most important traits for a warrior, or a soldier, is the will to prevail.

Blackjack, August, 3050...

the Chameleon is a medium 'mech, and it's a trainer.  It's configurable to provide the illusion of several models of battlemech for force-on-force training purposes, including exotic computer systems and emitters to simulate a variety of possible enemy designs.

Cadet Henry Ngo figured out one more use for the system.  He'd figured it out in the hours after the Regulars broke and the invaders had already stormed the campus.

you see, if you can look like any 'mech, you can mess with people's heads, but it also presupposes you can look like no 'mech.

He waited around a corner as the chicken-walker configured light-with the firepower of a heavy stalked through the space between the Field House and the 'mech hangars.

He waited, with the system set to reflect even more battle damage than shakey sue actually had.  The illusion was helped by some of the actual damage, the Jade Falcon 'mech was looking for an active, evading, opponent, it walked right past him, presenting thin rear armor and elbows-down mounted weapons, to his medium lasers, machine guns, and fist.

Buzz-saw-blazing fire hit the enemy from behind, and the punch reached the reactor, crumpling it and forcing the release of high-energy plasma cooling and condensing.

He jumped to the next point, passing the ejecting enemy 'mechwarrior in a steep arc to the south.

this of course, ****** any illusion of stealth, and he flicks the board mid leap to reflect a Shadowhawk as he landed.

The others in his cadet platoon had already mostly either surrendered, or been taken down.  Henry was by himself, but he kept the channel open, hoping to hit the frequency of a militia unit he could hook up with.

landing was going to be a problem-some of those tick-like infantry things were nearby and the bastards spotted him.  Henry did the first thing his instincts said to do-he poured on the speed to evade them.

"nope, nope, nope...not that stupid. nope..." he muttered and bunny-hopped a section of elevated roadway, almost landing on another one of those damned box-bodied light machines, opportunity knocks, and Henry opens the door, delivering a swift kick aimed at the thing's backwards knee, and a textbook follow-on with his remaining hand/fist actuator, denting the caul-like structure protecting the thing's low-mounted head/cockpit.

he missed the head, but damaged the thing's left weapons-arm, enough to grab it, and twist, while backing away under running load.

More tick-bug-soldiers appeared, one in the air-he swatted with the ripped off arm, sending the armored infantry trooper tumbling off to impact the third story of a commercial building, and then...

they were on him.

The light 'mech was pretty much done, and didn't shoot into the melee, as Henry thrashed, and grabbed at the agile, viciously tough, little armored bug-men.

He managed to stomp one of them before the readouts showed all the actuators in the other leg were offline, followed by armor diagrams going red, then black, and then...his gyro went down mid jump.

He still had an arm, so as he hit, he slapped down and rolled.

but it was pretty much over at that point.

"This is where you surrender, Surat."

Henry grabbed the eject handle, and said, "Not done fighting yet." he pulled.

his ejection seat sent him down 19th street, stripping flesh from his legs and mangling his right arm before the malfunctioning zero-zero seat popped the chute, tangling him up further.

The vibroblade that cut the hawsers away and peeled the wrecked ejection seat off of him, was accompanied by a young guy, maybe Patrick's age, in a green uniform that wasn't Lyran.  Jade Falcons they said.

"I think you are done fighting now, surat."  the man said, then, "Medtech! Over here!!"
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #37 on: 06 November 2020, 15:34:52 »
Ah, a new take on the Golden Rule.  He who has the Gold pays his lawyers very well and they get the rulings in your favor.
That's long been the Golden Rule.

[out of story]

In the Ngo-verse, especially after the publication of FM:Lyran Alliance, I took an interest in fleshing out a canon person to fill a specific role.

Margaret "Maggie" Doons, head of Nashan Enterprises.  Now, to give y'all a little bit of how I came to decide what kind of fleshing out she got in these, you have to look at the one color plate and caption showing her.

Older lady, with boytoys.

I decided she was gonna be the 'my setting' version of the Grand Dame of the Lyran social set.  The platonic alpha of wealthy, powerful, socially connected society Ladies.  In the canon, I guess this was supposed to  be Katherine's role, but frankly, that didn't add up to me.  Kate hardly lived LONG enough to fill that role, and most of her time was being spent being a princess.

basically, Maggie Doons is a powerful influencer, wielding the force of charm, class, and sophistication.  The devil wearing prada, the woman who can slay an entire fashion trend with a single disparaging remark at a private function, on a saturday.

a mistress of social manipulation and marketing, and also a guardian and gatekeeper of what is socially acceptable in high (but not necessarily polite) society.

I envisioned her as cold-blooded, ruthless, and classy.  Every lover feels loved, every employee, valued, every enemy respected-even as she annihilates them.

She's Elizabeth's mentor figure in the vulnerable years between 3049, and 3051, and again from 52 to 53.
And yes, when I saw that you were pulling in Maggie Doons, I thought back to that illustration is HB:HS from all those years ago.
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #38 on: 06 November 2020, 15:36:15 »
Blackjack...

Star Commander Nathan Roshak shrugged.  "The savashri little stravag did not surrender easily...or at all, as far as I can tell.  He will have to recover enough to speak before that particular hash is settled, but I want the little son of a bitch.  He gave me the best fight I have had since this invasion began."

"this is not related to your disturbing hobbies, is it, Nathan?" Star Colonel Marthe Pryde asked. 

"Maybe a little, I saw the sibbie's nametag." Nathan admitted, adding, "Ngo. and the records indicate he is from that bloodline."

"Elbar?"

Nathan nodded.  "Like a collectible." he said.

"Morgan Icaza claims 'that kid' for his own."

"We will settle that in a civilized manner." Nathan allowed.

"Just as long as both of you are combat capable afterward." she told him, "He was the last one unaccounted for, quiaff?"

"Aff." Nathan nodded, "The other cadets...that survived, were in custody and assigned to bondholders three days ago.  Cadet Korporal Henry Ngo was the last one unaccounted for from the Cadet Battalion.  good improvisational abilities, good tech skills, Third best piloting scores..I would argue they did not challenge him sufficiently, some of those moves he used were extremely advanced techniques, especially in a junker like the one he was driving-I would rate him higher than Shelby or Klaus if I were the falconer."

"You studied his file already?"

"The disciplinary notes were enlightening-good team player, aggression factors high, very focused on practical and hands-on activities." Nathan described, "Noted as having 'some' leadership potential, but his instructors did not see him rising higher than Hauptmann, due to slight deficiencies in academic and 'socialization' skillsets, which is odd, because it says right there in the file he speaks three languages and can read and write in two additional ones.  I suspect either a lack of motivation, or a lack of challenge.  He will be a good fit for my Sweep Star once he has been properly broken in."

"You assume you will win possession from Icaza." she noted.

"I assume correctly-Morgan is neither stupid, nor wasteful, and the boy does not have the build to serve in an Elemental point."
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #39 on: 06 November 2020, 15:46:58 »
Smart, reasonable Falcons?
What kind of story is this?

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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #40 on: 06 November 2020, 15:53:42 »
Smart, reasonable Falcons?
What kind of story is this?

The same Ngoverse story as always.
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #41 on: 06 November 2020, 16:01:25 »
He still had an arm, so as he hit, he slapped down and rolled.

but it was pretty much over at that point.

"This is where you surrender, Surat."

Henry grabbed the eject handle, and said, "Not done fighting yet." he pulled.

his ejection seat sent him down 19th street, stripping flesh from his legs and mangling his right arm before the malfunctioning zero-zero seat popped the chute, tangling him up further.

The vibroblade that cut the hawsers away and peeled the wrecked ejection seat off of him, was accompanied by a young guy, maybe Patrick's age, in a green uniform that wasn't Lyran.  Jade Falcons they said.

"I think you are done fighting now, surat."  the man said, then, "Medtech! Over here!!"

Notice the language change "Surrender" to "Done fighting".

On the one hand persistence and refusal to give in while you can still fight.  OTOH the 'wastefulness' of fighting a battle already lost.  I can see Falcon opinion being divided.

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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #42 on: 06 November 2020, 16:14:58 »
Notice the language change "Surrender" to "Done fighting".

On the one hand persistence and refusal to give in while you can still fight.  OTOH the 'wastefulness' of fighting a battle already lost.  I can see Falcon opinion being divided.

I would say that from the Clan point of view that the Henry's battle to defeat the Falcons may be over, but his battle to establish his worth as a Warrior never ends.
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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #43 on: 07 November 2020, 00:41:55 »
a sane, reasonable Green Turkey warrior?

...I call HAX.

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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #44 on: 07 November 2020, 02:38:50 »
Downtown Tamar City...

"How do I look?"  Hauptmann Evelynn Mosovich in 3051 was tall, athletic, and curvy, with pale, almost translucent complexion lightly freckled, slavic high cheekbones, and strawberry blonde, luxurious hair.  The question she asked, is directed at her 'co conspirators', Leutnant Emily Days and Leutnant Carlotta Rossi, both from the Bravo company of the 2nd Battalion, 343rd Tank Regiment.

"My god, girl, you're going to give him a heart attack!"

"So, is that good or bad?" Evelynn fished for compliments, and her friends supplied them.

"Dear, if you were at least a little bent, I'd jump you myself." Days said, "Your man will be helpless.  He might not even be able to speak."

"I hope that's not the case." Rossi noted, "He has to be at least able to say 'I do'."

"I don't think that's going to be a problem."  Evelynn said. 

"Six months, for you to back out and come join me on the other team, Evvie." Days teased.

"Not happening, besides, don't you already have a girlfriend, girlfriend?"

"We can always use a third." Days winked, "No, it looks great on you and you'll be the most elegant lady on post.  It's kind of unfair-Pat only has to show up in dress uniform-"

"I could have picked that too, but I like being pretty." Evvie commented.

"Why are you two waiting, anyway?"

"Travel restrictions.  Patrick wants his sister there." Evelynn said, "And Dad wants to give me away."

"Seems like a lot of bother, if you ask me.  You two should just get the papers signed and take a two-week leave.  Big ceremonies-"

"General Corelli would be scandalized if we even tried that-you know how the Old Lady is,  everything right and proper and she LOVES putting on a show."

"It's just a couple of company commanders."

"It's a Ducal Heir in her command getting hitched." Even Days knew the politics there.  "The only reason Pat hasn't already been given his exemption letter, is that we're in a national emergency, so for morale purposes, a Noble's wedding inside the 26th is a big deal."

"We're waiting because of the emergency.  If not for the needs of the service, we'd have done it last year." Evelynn noted.

"If you had, you'd be back in..what is it, 'Vin Drin Lap' squirting out Ducal heirs."

Evelynn smiled mistily, "I know...He has this trick with his tongue-"

"TOO MUCH INFORMATION!!" Rossi flinched as she squealed, "Come on, Evvie, don't do that to me!"

"Ooh, trouble, Rossi?" Days teased.

"Uh-huh.  Jakob won't even go down there."

"Dump him." Evelynn and Days said it simultaneously, but then Evelynn added, "As my Patrick says, a man who won't do that for his woman isn't much of a man."

"Why do you stick with him, anyway, 'Lotta? you can do better than a guy like that." Days urged.

"Not all of us have a childhood sweetheart who's rich, Daysie." Carlotta said, "and...Jakob makes up for some of his other issues with sheer size."

"I can get that at the Speigelmart, in custom colors if I want, Carlotta." Days cracked, "With speed control, and I don't have to buy it a drink first.  Evvie's got a decent guy, I mean, if Pat was a woman I'd be all over and up in that, you deserve better, girl."

Carlotta sighed, "You don't get it, Days.  Jakob has a big, thick, potent, wallet full of money, with a rich family. not all of us out here can claim inherited noble titles that actually have any resources."

"My family's poor." Days eyes froze.

"It's not being poor, Daysie." Evelynn said, stepping between her friends.  "Lotta's family have titles, nobility, and debt."

"Lots of debt." Carlotta chimed in, "Why else would I be a tanker, if my family could have afforded the training to be a 'mechwarrior like my dad was?  I still have obligations.  I'm not free like you are.  They have a term for it at Sanglamore."

"Hasenfänger." Days said, "I know.  god, I'm sorry 'lotta, that was really insensitive."

"It's fine, okay? but Jakob might be a moron, and he might be self-righteous, squeamish, and an ass, but he's got money and connections."

"Does he know?" Days asked, "that you're just with him to use him?"

"He knows.  He's using me, too." Rossi asserted, "we sleep together, and get a condo in post housing, and I look the other way when he brings his whores and catamites over for endless hours of...He knows."

"Oh my god, you're his beard!!"

"very much.  He's married, so his family doesn't look too closely at his other...proclivities.  when the time comes, I'll dutifully carry his offspring, and give him an heir, and no-one who matters will question it."

"That is...****** disgusting." Evelynn said.  "What about YOUR needs?"

"My needs are seen to with his accounts, and access to his contacts, and as long as I don't cause a scandal, I get to use them, as long as I look the other way, I get to live the lifestyle to which I have become accustomed...and, well, I can always just listen to you two talk about your love life and fantasize...now come on, we've got a full afternoon of shopping to be done!"





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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #45 on: 07 November 2020, 03:21:37 »
Manuever area, Company C, 3rd Battalion 26th Lyran Guard...

"Rossi, move your ass!!" Hauptmann Patrick Ngo growled over the comms as his his fire-lance commander hesitated, the heavy machines of the fire lance were supposed to be the heavy punchers for Company C.

thus far, Leutnant Jakob Rossi was proving that even in experienced commands, there are still a few dud officers.

To wit;  the unit was commanded by the man in the lightest machine IN the unit, because Patrick Ngo could lead, even if it means in a GRF-1N unmodified Griffin.  "Get your lance ****** and on the line, Rossi!!"

Today was the third day of practice manuevers in the wooded zones outside Smitton, and thus far, while Alpha and Bravo lances were getting used to movement in the constrained terrain and blocked line of sight of the forest, Rossi's Lance were still getting lost, or breaking formation, or failing to reach waypoints.

The rest of Company C, in other words, was reshaping into a viable maneuver element, despite having some of the 'poorest' machines in the Regiment, with the bottom-scorers piloting them...with the exception of third lance, the 'fire lance' was lagging.

That lack, was why Company C was running maneuver drills in the forested areas instead of enjoying a weekend pass off post.

"holen Sie Ihren in Bewegung!!" He snarled over the comm channel, "The trees haven't moved since the last time you passed through here!"

finally, after several seconds longer than it should have taken, the lead 'mech, Rossi's Thunderbolt finally cleared through the objective and found the road, followed by a pair of Warhammers.

"Sixteen minutes, thirty seconds. mein Gott, du kannst dich in der Latrine verirren, nicht wahr?" Patrick growled, "I have seen cadets do better."

The fact that this man was the husband of one of Evelynn's bridesmaids was worse-Patrick would have to invite the lousy bastard to the bachelor party, and tolerate him at the service, when he could barely stand the man during normal business hours.

"Downloading your next manuever point, this time, could you maybe do us all a favor and pay attention to your navcom instead of...whatever it is you're doing?" He added coldly.  "There is a war on if you haven't been told, Leutnant."

"Sir, my nav-com is off!"

Oh jesus, not that excuse!  "Off?"

"There is interference!"

okay, maybe it's technical then.

Patrick smiled slowly, it was a nasty smile.  "Rossi, take the fire lance and retire to post for a maintenance check."  If it's really his navigation array, then he will be reluctant to-

"Sir, I really mean it, the navigation system is fried! I have no idea how to get there without maps!"

Oh.

"Hold position." Pat said, "is everyone in your lance experiencing the same difficulty?"

Patrick had a suspicion.

A quick round check showed that yes, indeed, the Thud, both whammies, and the Catapult were all experiencing the same problems with their navicoms.

Patrick walked over to where 3rd Lance was holding position, and climbed out of his 'mech, stopping to grab a toolbag from the storage locker at the Griffin's heel.

The four men in 3rd Lance were gathered at the feet of Rossi's Thunderbolt.

"Let's have a look, shall we?" Patrick said slowly, "Diefenberger, you were seeing that maintenance tech..what's her name?"

"Um, which one?"

"Ja, which one indeed."  Patrick climbed into Rossi's machine, and jacked a test reader into the 'mech's electronics.  "I'm going to say...the one responsible for handling your update schedule."  he said, and presented them with the readout.  "Your navicoms are virused, looks like. one of the ones that was supposed to be purged with the last patch. someone has been linking into the civilian networks while on guard duty!"

He pulled a disk out of a carry pocket.

"Sir...I-"

"You made a mistake, Rossi." Patrick said, "a perfectly human mistake, you trusted your equipment a little too much, and didn't...hello..." he typed out a string of commands in the machine's root file.  "...didn't verify that your technician was, in fact, doing their job correctly.  there we go..."

the purge took a few minutes, while Patrick climbed back down to ground level, went to the other stowage on his 'mech, and brought out a cooler.  "Lunch." he said, "Grilled beef for Honmarkt, chicken for Diefenberger, Rossi, you'll have to suffer with my own recipe for Banh-Mi, and same for you, Strauss." he tossed paper-wrapped sandwiches, "We've only got water, fellas, I didn't bring beer."

"This is your lunch."

"Yeah, no, it's yours." Patrick corrected Rossi, "Because it's going to take four hours to get your computers back in shape and synched with mine, then run the exercise again...and Diefenberger, stop pissing off the techs, okay? either date her for real or break it off and go dip it in a civilian."

"Sir it's my fault, I-"

"Not your fault, Rossi." Patrick scolded, "it's a normal mistake for a young 'mechwarrior.  I'm more concerned with how I'm going to avoid having to write the four of you up for disciplinary action.  Fraternizing with enlisted in your own chain of command is a no-no, pissing them off so that they exact petty revenge schemes? is even worse, but worst of all, is how I'm going to keep this from happening again, because it means trading tech people with one of the other companies at best, and at worst, having to call in IG to dig out the rot and while I don't have designs for a career, some of you do."

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« Reply #46 on: 07 November 2020, 05:21:16 »
Donegal, mid 3051...

"...going back to live with your MOM?" Penny was shocked.  "How does that even make sense?"

"Mom's supposed to be a lot better now-they even reinstated her at logistics." Elizabeth said lightly, "The new prescriptions for her bipolar disorder are working."

"But...Liz, isn't that like, enabling again?" Penelope Doons was the middle girl in their triad-Daphne Rowe was the oldest, and was waiting for them at the end of the boulevard in a new Gieneh 22 four-seat coupe.

"I'm older now." Liz said, "I'm not defenseless, and besides, she's my mom.  I have to forgive her."

"And what does Grandma think?" Penny asked.

Liz shrugged, "She gave me the choice," she pushed her hands into the pockets of her jacket.  "With the Falcons getting Henry, and we're pretty sure they got Dad, mom's in a real bad place."

"You're in a real bad place." Penny pointed out.

"I can deal." Liz said, "Besides, it won't look that great at Pat's wedding if I'm not even speaking with our mother, and I want it to go just right for my big brother, you know?"

"I don't." Penny confessed, "I don't have brothers or sisters, just two sets of parents who hate each other and Grandma...and I guess you and Daffy."

"Sisters of a different mom."  Daphne had gotten tired of waiting by the car and caught up to them. "you two slowpokes..!"

"Sorry Daffy." Liz said.

Daphne was the oldest of the three, and going to the Nagelring in the spring-right after graduation.

The three bonded in treatment-Daphne for alcohol and prescription narcotics, Penny from a blurock habit, and Liz for Opioids. 

"So...moving back in with the abusive parental unit?" Daphne asked in a disapproving tone.

"You too?"
 
"Well...let's see. It was so bad your own brother called child welfare services and involved the Judge Advocate, so bad that you've spent the last two years couch-surfing at Penny's after being diagnosed clean while AFFC medical services kept your mom on a variety of antidepressants."

"Yeah..."

"And you're counting on what? that the prescriptions will work better now, than they did two years ago?" Daphne scoffed.

"She's my mom."

"Yeah, I know, and you've had, what, maybe a couple years with her when she wasn't bugging the ****** out? Your stories about childhood are mostly while you were living with your grandfather on Kowloon and your parents were off saving the galaxy, Lizzie."

"They're military." Elizabeth said defensively, "it's a demanding job."

"Not that demanding, I'll remind you my folks were both in demanding fields too-but they still have time for me.  How many times has she even reached out to you?"

Liz was silent.

"We're doing this because we care, Liz." Penny chimed in.  "we're your friends."

"Almost sisters." Daphne added.

"Will you support my decision?" Liz asked quietly.

"I don't see how we can't support YOU, the decision is bad, but we'll back you up anyway." Daphne told her bluntly, "come on, seatbelts!"
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« Reply #47 on: 07 November 2020, 06:31:48 »
Replacement and Training Depot, Falcon Occupation Zone...

"That is one." Henry said quietly.  The Trueborn in front of him had no battle honors yet, being a fresh replacement from the Homeworlds straight out of sibko.

Henry, on the other hand, had rank now.  Leskovic had led to a series of blood stripe promotions.

"One what, Freebirth?"

"That is two."  Henry's blow was lightning fast, striking the, frankly younger, man firmly in the solar plexus.  "One more word, fledgeling-" his knee took the man in the groin, while his arm came down behind the man's shoulders, "-and we will have a longer counseling session on proper military decorum when addressing someone who out ranks you."

The younger warrior lay curled up on the floor as idled warriors and new transfers ogled the sudden burst of absolute violence in their midst.

Henry squatted, "Now, You, are Warrior Phillip, fresh from Ironhold, you have a single victory in your trial of position, you have heritage of the bloodline of Hazen, which is a dignified and respectable lineage ill-suited to casual use of epithets or racial slurs.  Normally, a Falconer beats that sort of lack of discipline out, but these are trying times, and I am sure you did not mean to give offense...did you, Quineg?"

Phillip groaned, "nnneg..."

Henry took the man's hand and helped him to his feet, "Then we are all good. Welcome to the Bravo Sweep.  I am your new commanding officer."

Phillip looked him over.  "you did not look that tough."

"I get that a lot, it is the Kowloonese heritage, we all have baby-faces." he grinned, "come on, we need to get you sorted and billetted."

"How did a freebirth get command of a sweep star??"

"I earned it." Henry told him as they walked.  "It does not help that everyone inside the Bravo trinary above me was put out of action by an accidental discharge in a refinery.  Lskovic was a rat-****** and a half, only upside is that it resulted in promotions above me and my former Bondholder now commands whole Cluster."

"You are...a Spheroid??"

"Thought we made that clear when I reprimanded you for the racial slurs." Henry stated, "The term 'Abtakha' mean anything to you, Quiaff?"

"Aff...just...you hear stories, ovkhan."

"I am quite sure there are MANY stories." Henry stated, "I've been with the Clan since Blackjack, and you can can the fake warden act," he opened a hatchway, "I have no sympathies for it.  The 'save' feature on the Inner Sphere is poorly thought out and the damned House Lords have about beaten most of mankind into a dark age with their wasteful ambitions-I am here with the clan for the sole and only purpose of making sure the Crusade succeeds."

"You are a Crusader too??"

"It is the only position that makes sense." Henry stated, "your ancestors missed it-for the last three hundred years trillions have died in mindless, pointless, stupid conflicts waged for the pride and avarice of House Lords, whole worlds have been lost, the cost to mankind is incalculable, and the knowledge lost can fill whole planetary libraries and still overflow.  The only answer is radical reform, and the way of the Clans is the only reform that even looks like it might work."  He helped his new replacement stow their gear.  "Therefore, I would be an idiot not to be totally on-board with the Crusader way, and if I am to be a crusader, then being in the best of the Crusader Clans is the only way that works."

Henry returned, and sat down across from Phillip while the transport pilots powered up the shuttle's engines.

"You chose this...did you...how do I ask this?"

"Did I surrender peacefully?" Henry offered, "No.  I was the last Cadet to surrender.  Three days after Mark won his parents house in a trial.  The medtechs had to rebuild my legs.  I barely made it in to the Leskovic mission, and that was only by beating the snot out of someone else to get my slot.  the Warrior I displaced is now my second in command."

"casualties were bad, quineg?"

"Aff,VERY bad.  The whole of Bravo Sweep had to be rebuilt with whomever was at hand and either unassigned or awaiting replacement." Henry told him.  "Most of the trinary were incinerated, which is why a greenie fledgeling like you gets to be part of a front line cluster right out of the gate instead of working up to it."

He reached into his uniform jacket, and handed Phillip a tablet, "Study that, we will be arriving at the unit and going straight into prepping for combat, so no time to muddle around with preliminaries, the Galaxy Commander wants us hitting dirt first and hard at the next objective, it will be a recon raid in force."

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« Reply #48 on: 07 November 2020, 07:39:48 »
[out of story overview]

Henry Ngo is the 'middle child' between Patrick and Elizabeth.  He's not actually OLDER than Phillip, but there's a perception thing between people who really have 'seen the elephant' and people who've only trained.  At this point, in mid to late 3051, Henry's been as hard a charger in the Jade Falcons as any two Trueborns-being a freebirth, you already have to be twice as good to get half the respect, and like Mark Harris (Canon character from the sourcebook AND from the Sarna entry) he's put in the work to get the status.  I think the defining difference between them, is that Henry's a sincere convert on a level most adoptees need to be brainwashed to get.

as in, Henry (Formerly  Ngo) Jade Falcon has, indeed, shot at other Lyrans.  This isn't really the usual 'stockholm syndrome' type situation here, either-he's ideologically aligned with the Crusader Cause, he honestly feels that everything has gone horribly wrong in the Inner Sphere, that it needs to be saved, and that Clan Jade Falcon is the way to save it.

which makes him kinda terrifying when you think about it for more than about five minutes, because it means there's not a whole lot holding him back from being a completely ruthless prick about it.  Historical examples to model this, would be akin to the Cossacks who sided with the Third Reich in the 1940s, or converts to Communism in various parts of the world during the cold war.  In his mind, every Jade Falcon victory is one more step to a better tomorrow.

for everyone, and he's emotionally willing to accept the 'Temporary but totally necessary' pain in the short term to achieve what he honestly believes is a better long-term outcome.

for some of his new fellows, this can be truly disconcerting, because even among the Jade Falcons, 'freebirths aren't supposed to think that way'.

(Well, they are, but...nobody actually believes they do.  Henry puts a lot of his Trueborn colleagues off their game in some situations by not being the expected closet warden, but instead about the hardest core crusader in his unit.)


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« Reply #49 on: 07 November 2020, 08:14:31 »
November 5, 3051...


Penelope Doons was alone.  WEll, not really alone.  Her Grandmother was on Tharkad, Daphne was on her way to Sanglamore, and Elizabeth was gone, leaving her to deal alone.

and it was hard to live with.

Hard to not just check out.  On the news, was more tragedy.  The tragedy had a name; The Clans.  and Penny Doons was mightily sick of them already.

she gathered her fake identity cards, a handful of currency transfer cards, and some raw cash.  Lizzie did it when she was eleven.  it was a hard standard to beat, at fifteen, but Penny was sick of the pressure cooker at what was supposed to be 'home'.

so she headed out into the live night of Donegal's largest city.

***

It took 48 hours for anyone at home to notice that Penelope wasn't on the Doons Estate, which is slightly better than the time it took Allison Russell-Ngo to notice Elizabeth's departure in 3049.

still, it took 48 hours and only because Margaret Doons tried to call her granddaughter from Tharkad.

It would be another 72 before Nashan Security found the tracking numbers on Penelope's card usage, and arrowed in on a point to start the search.

concerns about possible kidnapping, or robbery, were foremost in their minds when the security team arrived on Westerstede.

They needn't have bothered with the preparations, just a check of the public restrooms at the spaceport.

it still took another 24 hours for the identity to be confirmed.  She wasn't dead...at least, her heart was still beating when she was rushed to the nearest hospital, where testing confirmed she had somewhere above twenty times the safe dosage of Neuroin in her system, and almost no brain activity.

Penelope's big adventure ended with a needle in her arm in a bathroom twenty-some-odd light years from her home, right about the same time that Clan Wolf was overrunning the defenders on Tamar.
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« Reply #50 on: 07 November 2020, 08:51:53 »
Post dependent housing, Arc Royal Logistics Center...

the knock came at 1630 Hours.  Elizabeth was taking a bath, and so her mother was the one to get the news.

Despair does awful things to people, and it's compounded when those people are already struggling with depression.

Liz didn't hear the conversation, she simply assumed it must be her mother's duty calling. 

she'd been 'home' for only a few weeks, living with her mother and trying to rebuild a relationship that really never seemed to exist.

but she felt like there was some progress.

the door to the apartment closed in the distance, and she heard footsteps, and sobbing.  what's going on? she started to get up out of the bathtub as the bathroom door opened.

"Mom? what's goi-"

BLAM!!

it felt like a white-hot fist ramming into her.

BLAM!! slump

Liz felt weak, and fell into the water, she reached up...and took red fluid from her own...she shot me!

with flagging strength, Liz pulled herself up, and saw her mother's body on the floor.

I'm gonna die like this? why!??

***

You have to give a credit to the LCAF's Provost...er, the AFFC's provost.  Military police responded in minutes, fast enough to save a gunshot victim, but nobody can save a suicide.

It would be another three days before Elizabeth Ngo would learn that she was not just an orphan, but that her brother, Patrick, was dead on Tamar.

A dead hero, but he'd been her hero before he died, and now, he was just dead.
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« Reply #51 on: 07 November 2020, 09:00:33 »
Okay, the standard beginning of a Liz arc. Liz sick and shot, Mother dead, Patrick dead and Henry is a Falcon. Still waiting on a point of divergence.
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« Reply #52 on: 07 November 2020, 09:34:23 »
Okay, the standard beginning of a Liz arc. Liz sick and shot, Mother dead, Patrick dead and Henry is a Falcon. Still waiting on a point of divergence.
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« Reply #53 on: 07 November 2020, 10:00:42 »
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic...

"We are not retreating, we are advancing in Retrograde!"  Star Commander Henry was the remaining ranking member of his trinary, and the general order to withdraw stung-they almost had the com-guards...  The sensor range showed more comguards were coming out to try to block the retreat.  "Remember guys, we are not surrounded, we are simply in a target rich environment, aimed shots only, and no going to max rate unless the shot is perfect. acknowledge!"

most of the Falcon troops in range acknowledged the order to restrain their fire. 

Sometimes the leader is the first guy to say something that makes sense. ammunition was running out, and he led the sweeps up a ridge.

"We are low on ammunition." Phillip reminded him over the channel, "The depot is gone, and the enemy is reinforcing to block our retreat."

"Out of ammo?"  Henry laughed, "first person to say the word 'surrender' is getting shot." He said dangerously, "We have plenty of ammo, see?"  He grabbed a two ton boulder from the hillside, and hucked it at a com-guard position.  "We have rocks, now get your Star into position! I do not know your precise ancestry, but mine do not surrender so easily just because we're out of consumables!"

as the remains of two trinaries fought their way back to the deployment zone, Henry demonstrated a number of...unorthodox...methods to deal with the seeming endless tide of Com Guards coming to try to stop them.  Rocks, trees, debris, fists, kicks, shoves and stomping, his sweep star in their lighter machines cutting a path for the heavy and assault elements to pass through.

Advancing in Retrograde.  It wouldn't be historical, Henry didn't think a losing battle would get more attention from the Clan Council than would be strictly necessary to account for the deeds of bloodnames, but then, he wasn't part of this to get mentioned in the Remembrance, he was here because he believed in the cause...and believed wasting good warriors on a losing campaign is a waste.

the fight to get to the drop-zone turned to a running fight after they cleared the ridges.  The demoralizing orders to withdraw had left his warrior colleagues stunned, and losing most of the senior officers in two trinaries didn't help, so they obeyed him as he gave confident orders in a way that sounded like he had a plan.

It was enough to get 'his' men to the dropships without further casualties.

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« Reply #54 on: 07 November 2020, 10:06:04 »
Okay, the standard beginning of a Liz arc. Liz sick and shot, Mother dead, Patrick dead and Henry is a Falcon. Still waiting on a point of divergence.

I'm okay without any obvious divergence so far. This feels like the first time I've actually seen most of these events happen, rather than reading stories where they get passing refernces as past events.
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« Reply #55 on: 07 November 2020, 11:06:54 »
Governor-Regent's quarters, Kowloon, 3054...

Regent John Stonecipher woke up to find mercenaries in his bedroom.  "John Stonecipher, you are bound by law."  Colonel Maxwell Green announced, "For violations of the Articles of incorporation, black marketeering, abuse of office, and criminal conspiracy under color of law."

"This is ridiculous!"

"no, sir, it's not.  It really isn't." Green reached into his uniform jacket, producing a warrant.  "This order is signed by the Archon, Melissa Steiner-Davion, you are to be arrested and conveyed to Tharkad to face trial and sentencing.  Delightfully, this is a contract I'm deeply honored to carry out, since I'll also be testifying against your corrupt ass."

"and who's going to be in charge?" the Regent asked.

"You don't need to bother with that detail, Johnny, you're lucky I'm letting you put your pants on before we frog march you to the spaceport."

***

After being watched getting dressed, John didn't think his life could sink lower until he reached the anteroom.

Margaret Doons was speaking with the youngest Ngo-Elizabeth.

"...restore civilian government as quickly as possible, and you'll be wanting to make a public statement regarding this affair before the scandal-mongers have their claws into it." Maggie Doons was saying.

"WHAT??"

"Oh, Hello, John.  Good luck with the courts. Your services as regent are no longer required, The Duchess is here to assume those responsibilities...with some guidance."

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« Reply #56 on: 07 November 2020, 11:16:51 »
Wait, no live-on-TV execution?!? Now that's a major point of departure!  ;D
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« Reply #57 on: 07 November 2020, 11:27:18 »
Wait, no live-on-TV execution?!? Now that's a major point of departure!  ;D
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« Reply #58 on: 07 November 2020, 13:22:11 »
3054, Jade Falcon OZ..

"...the Clan should move fully into the Liberation zone."  Henry was on his fifth Fusionaire in the little recreation club facility. "It makes the most sense-shorter times for repair and refit, shorter logistical chain, faster response to changes in tactics, and a stronger position over-all."

"YOU have never been to the Homeworlds, Henry."  Phillip said, "There is history there.  Strana Mechty."

"I counter with there being history here, and Holy Terra...besides, the best way to get them to surrender is to show them what they have lost, what voluntarily submitting to the Clan will bring them."

"ANd where would we be if that happened? Police? Please...Oh hey, Shelby, you have heard our Star Captain's rant about relocating to the Inner Sphere before, quiaff?"

"He never shuts up about it except when we are either in battle, or coupling." Shelby sat down with a pitcher of local beer.

"Not true!" Henry said, "I talk about lots of stuff besides that!"

"WE KNOW!!" the others rejoined.  Phil began, "to be fair..."

"To be FAIIIR" Shelby said automatically.

"TO BE FAAAAIIIIRRRR!!" and Henry joined in operatically before making the termination gesture.

"To be fair, it is not a bad notion." Phillip said, "The wealth available here is astonishing, and the Clan can benefit every bit as much as the poor dumb Spheroids who do not know what they are missing...but the notion has a couple of central flaws, including the damage it can do to those other, lesser Clans who just are not fortunate enough to be Jade Falcons yet.  I believe a move will have to wait for the conquest of Terra, in order to provide a suitable meeting ground for the Clans who remain to fully engage in their tributes to the most likely ilClan, which is our Clan."

"The ilClan!" Henry said, "May it be Clan Jade Falcon!"

"Seyla!"

"Henry...Hank, I was in the comm shop this morning, news intercepts, your little sister is making headlines." Shelby said.

"Wait, you have relatives?"

"Do not be so astonished, Phil.  Our Star Captain is blood-related to a planetary Duchess."

"Duchess-what?  Patrick was in line-" Henry's good mood evaporated.

"Not after the Wolves took Tamar." She said, "Patrick Ngo is confirmed dead as of the conquest of that world, it was in the compilation brief they were preparing for the Star Colonel.  Just think, if we had not been taken on Blackjack, you could have been the Duke of Kowloon."

"no way..." Henry looked a little ill. 

"You are related to one of those inner sphere nobles?" Phillip looked a little concerned and his voice had a slight quaver.

"Henry here, our Star Captain, is a direct line descendant of Colonel Tranh Truk Ngo, the Elbar Impaler himself." Shel said easily, "DeChevalier's war diary mentions them several times."

Phillip frowned, processing this, then brightened, "All of a sudden, everything makes so much more sense!"

Henry didn't look pleased, "No, it does not." he said, "Tranh Truk Ngo refused the call to Exodus, and..ah...he did not have nice things to say about it."

"How do you know this?"

"My grandfather showed me the recording of their last conversation when I was twelve.  I would rather not think about that, and would like very much if you would leave it alone, quiaff?"  He stood up, "I have to take a piss."  and walked away.

"what do you know?"  Phillip asked, "Why is he so...reluctant about a distinguished ancestry like that, dating to the war against Amaris?"

Shelby propped her elbows on the table, "THis is recent, like, only after he decided to let himself be bonded...he used to talk about it in barracks with me while we were dating at Blackjack..."

"and?"

"He said his people see the SLDF that went on exodus with Kerensky as deserters and traitors, and that they blame the SLDF for the first succession war, they blame Exodus for...they use terms like 'deserter' and 'abandonment'. it is..like cultural, understand?  Now, he has sided with the descendants of that same SLDF, chose this side over that side. Not everybody sees things that way, but his family does."  she licked her lips, "I should have kept my mouth shut."

"SO...why did you speak?" Phillip asked.

"Hank has this old security footage from his school days-or he had it, anyway, he used to show it around to get laughs." she informed him, "His little sister at age eight, beating up an eleven year old boy so badly she got kicked out of boarding school for bullying."  she held her fingers apart, "Little tiny thing, and the boy was big for his age.  He used to make jokes about his 'mean little sister' and now she is the Duchess of Kowloon...I thought it would make him smile a little since we are all basically waiting for the shoe to drop."

"I have seen him fighting in battle, and in trials...there is someone meaner?" Phillip asked rhetorically, "I would meet this young woman!"

"Kowloon is above the truce line, Phil, you might." Henry's tone was hard as he sat back down.  "all it would take, is for the Clan to decide to go there. of course, the problem with that, is that it is far outside of our corridor, and we have other hash to settle first, like retaking our property from the savashri Steel Viper ******."

"The Star Colonel is working up a raid, maybe?" Shel suggested.

"He is. again, the problem is resources and permissions." Henry said, "the Khan is fine with close raids, our nearest access point is multiple jumps out and the planet is non-strategic."

"No glory and no gain." Phil summarized.

"correct. Kowloon is at least two waves worth, but...if we brought the entire Clan and Touman, we could take everything above the truce line by the time the deadline runs out in 3067."

"Your plan?" Shelby asked.

"Not my plan.  Nathan Roshak's plan, I am just helping with the staff work...shit. pour me another one Shelby.  First objectives will be to push the Steel Vipers the hell out of our way, and that is on the level of inter-clan politics at this point-the Khans do not feel we have sufficient cassus belli to stomp the tin-snakes and send them back to the barrens."

"what has to happen to get that?" Shelby asked.

"Simple enough-we have to have an ilkhan that will overturn Ulric Kerensky's orders to admit the Reserve Clans, secure our frontage on the Wolf side so the damn wardens do not interfere, and start taking everything we are able to while technically upholding the Clan's agreement on the Truce, because without that cassus belli, the Clan can be brought up as going rogue, and given that the Cease fire was negotiated in bad faith, by warden scumdogs..." He took a drink, "...there needs to be a meaningful way to conform to the letter of the agreement, while still conducting the Crusade."




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Re: can you tell me where we start over?
« Reply #59 on: 07 November 2020, 13:38:18 »
"Why are you so...adamant about the Crusade, Henry?"  Phillip asked as they stepped out into the cool night air for the walk back to barracks.

"Why? when you walk into a medbay, what do you see?" Henry asked.

"Usually I am not walking unless it is for a diagnostic physical, but I see medtechs, and medical equipment." Phillip said.

"What I see, is three centuries of lost knowledge that should have been able to return decades before it finally has, because warden scumdogs blocked that return."  The three paused at an intersection.  "I see technical advancements in life-saving methods that the inner sphere never had the chance to develop because they bombed themselves into barbarity, advances that save lives every day, and could be saving more lives, except the damn Wardens do not want to bring it to the trillions of people who need it the most.  When I look at the Clans, I see order imposed on chaos, conflict that is controlled and structured instead of haphazard genocidal madness."  He checked each way and they started walking again. "I see a rule of law that works. and who has kept it from being brought to the masses? the scumdog Wardens did."
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