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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #450 on: 06 November 2020, 18:53:46 »
Nicely written.  The grown-ups are still running things.
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #451 on: 06 November 2020, 20:19:07 »
Goodie, goodie!!!

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #452 on: 07 November 2020, 03:22:08 »
Holy crap! An update! Thanks for that and damn that was cold even for the toasters to kill their own people to cover their tracks.

All part and parcel of working for telephone company from Hell. Although it's still highly wasteful, highly trained special forces don't grow on trees.
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #453 on: 07 November 2020, 16:05:53 »
Can't wait for more!

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #454 on: 07 November 2020, 16:36:37 »
All part and parcel of working for telephone company from Hell. Although it's still highly wasteful, highly trained special forces don't grow on trees.

True, but this is one of those jobs where they really don't want any blowback, so it's worth the loss of the assets involved. Remember the old Russian proverb - When a man is a problem? Remember, no man, no problem.
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #455 on: 07 November 2020, 21:38:02 »
The last part with Victor and Kat, as I read I swear I could hear low Gregorian chanting, that increased in volume until Kay made the call.

Loved it.
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #456 on: 08 November 2020, 05:34:39 »
Good call from Kat.

All these Blakists lifting and getting away unobserved by the FedSuns forces ... sloppy, sloppy.

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« Reply #457 on: 12 November 2020, 09:28:50 »
Consider both Blakist divisions by this point were probably running about 30-40% strength, and probably less than that in 'runners' equipment-wise? It's safe to say there wasn't that many Blakists left. Probably a couple of half-strength regiments at best.
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« Reply #458 on: 29 November 2020, 13:04:19 »
Great read!
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« Reply #459 on: 29 November 2020, 19:06:32 »
Damn, I was hoping for more!

Yes, enraptured is a good word. ;)

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #460 on: 29 December 2020, 12:16:27 »
On approach in Low Orbit
Gibson
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October 9th, 3057


I still am haunted by the death of Gibson. Haunted mentally, physically, and morally. Some asked me why I stepped down from commanding the Knights after that? It’s because of what I knew I would have to do next, and what it drove me to do. And yes, ten years on? I am still proud of it. The naïve man I was then, was a fool who nestled a viper to the bosom of the nation I love. I owed it repentance for that. My soul was a cheap price indeed.

•   Paul Masters, Blakist Hunter, An Autobiography – pp. 150-151, Atreus Press, 3060

 “Are you sure, Demos?” Paul Master’s scarred face grimaced, he did not like the fact he had not heard from any of Corrine’s assets in system since they had arrived. In fact, the entire world was quiet, too damn quiet. Masters wore all-black tunic and trousers, wrapped in a heavy hooded grey cloak, he usually wore the hood up to hide the extent of his injuries. Old prejudices die hard I suppose. The edges of the cloak floated free in the microgravity. Masters rose from his command chair on the bridge of the dropship and floated towards a window overlooking the planet. He looked out contemplatively.

Demos cleared his throat out of equal parts nervousness and needing a moment to collect his thoughts before delivering the seemingly unlikely news. “Yes, sire. We cannot definitively find any proof of life anywhere on Gibson. This doesn’t preclude there being life on its face, but sire, the SIGINT team is well and utterly convinced there’s been some sort of catastrophic incident down there. And worse, we’re detecting extremely high rad levels down there, sire. about 1,000 rads per hour, with spikes as high as 5,000. It’s bad down there sire.” What transmissions they were getting were weak, confused and sounded automated. Like something had taken the populace down swiftly and utterly. His aide, Demos, was immaculately turned out in the uniform of the Knights of the Inner Sphere, his blue eyes were expectant and at times, puppy like. Demos is new to the Knights and expects the Knights of old. The Blakists burned that out of me. Now, I intend to repay those bastards for what they did to us. 

 In an instant, that thought, and the news Demos had delivered unnerved Paul Masters. What the hell happened down there? Gibson is a world of 4.2 billion. They did not all vanish. They could not have. Masters turned to back to his aide. “Demos pass the word, we’re keeping the rest of the force in orbit. Ask for volunteers from the Knights, we are going down there. Why do I get the feeling I should have killed that sonofabitch Arian when I had the damn chance! Master’s mind roared. I should have taken more of a hands-on role with regards to my world. Masters didn’t like the new “him.” But he realized, this was the way of things, at least until accounts with the Blakists were settled, in full.

“Demos, we drop in half an hour, inform the rest of the force. And tell the Guards I expect them to come in hot if things get…unpleasant.” Demos nodded in understanding.

What in God’s name happened down there?

1 hour later

 The answers came unbidden and were all too obvious. Gibson had been irradiated by a massive radiation event. The dead were all over, covered in detritus from the horrific and agonizing manner of their demise. Radiation exposure isn’t a quick way to go, and whatever happened, it was global, massive, and it had blanketed the world in a sheet of radiation that wasn’t going to be cleaned up anytime soon. Master’s Pheonix Hawk sealed itself immediately, radiation and NBC exposure alarms hooting like a clutch of startled owls until Masters turned them off.

 Even the grass and the trees were dying, the trees losing leaves like some sort of sick parody of fall, and the grass itself turning a sort of sickly brown. Nothing at all lived on Gibson. Not anymore.

2 Hours Later
New Beginnings Primary School
20km SSW of Harrisburg
Gibson
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Paul Masters looked on at the collection of sat recon and aerial recon photos as he sat at the teacher’s desk at the head of the classroom. All the bodies had been long since removed. They’d been found huddled in a corner. They had enough time to know what was about to happen to them. All showed the same thing, heaps of dead, bodies stilled forever in the streets, and burning militia armories…their contents systematically looted. The Word of Blake compound was empty, the infantry sent to clear it had tripped a few lethal booby traps, but other than that, no one was home. None, except buildings and a Mercury battlemech that had been abandoned in a mechbay, and stripped of everything useful, leaving only it’s metal chassis behind. It was a mute witness to what had occurred. It had all been a cipher.

Someone told them we were coming; someone gave them enough time to…do this.

A knock came at the wooden door, which Masters had closed, so he could have time to think, to process this obscenity.

Masters looked up, the bile rising in his throat as he mentally composed his report to Corrine.

“Enter.” he barked.

“It’s Demos, your liege, we found something. It’s a ROM, addressed to you from Cameron St. Jamais. It’s verigraphed sir. It’s him for sure. You’ll want to see it.”

Masters rose, and opened the door, ushering Demos in. “Have we found any survivors? Any at all?”

Demos swallowed “Yes, some in some basements, underground garages, and invasion shelters. We figure it is upwards of half a million in total, perhaps three-quarters. We haven’t had the chance to take an accurate count.” Demos produced a portable folding ROM player. “My liege. You’re going to want to see this. It was found in his offices.”

“Play it.” Masters intoned softly, his voice the tone of a man who was defeated.

Demos gently pressed the PLAY button on the portable player as he set it on the desk. The screen was 12cm wide but was adequate for the purpose. The screen began with a test pattern and then faded to white, with the broadsword sigil of the Word Of Blake fading in from the center of the screen. The screen soon came to a white hooded man sitting at a desk, the figure soon flipped his hood back, the figure had straight hair in a bowl cut favored by the Blakists. His eyes burned bright green with the fire of fanaticism, and his face was framed by an unmistakable and distinctive goatee. It was no doubt. It was Cameron St. Jamais.

“Greetings, Count Masters. I wanted you to know that we have exacted righteous vengeance against your people for your crimes against our order. You underestimated us. You thought us your pet ComStar. And when we elevated the daughter of one of our allies among you to the Captain-Generalcy, this is how you repay us? By leaving our brethren to die on the fields of Sian, and betraying us here?”

Jamais took a breath and smiled, it was a feral smile that made Master’s hair stand on end. “You survived our wrath, Count Masters. As did many of your brethren, much to my regret, but former Primus Blane did not see things as I did. He got a bit squeamish when the conclave decided it was time to apply the righteous punishment here. He died right along with them, I killed him myself.” The camera panned to the left, and zoomed in on a body slumped against the wall of the office. The body was dressed in blood-stained white robes, and the face was twisted in a rictus of pain, and the face belonged to William Blane, former Precentor of the Word of Blake. A broadsword with the Word of Blake sigil on the pommel protruded from the body. The camera panned back to Jamais. “It was regrettable but required. We have assumed control of the planet and we are evacuating those who believe, and all material of value to us. The rest? Well, they will be cleansed in a holy shroud of radiation. Their suffering will be a penance for your sins, and the sins of the League, Count Masters. Do not attempt to find us or follow us. But know this: We will return one day, and when we do? We will come with the fire of holy vengeance in our hearts.”

The image then swiftly cut out. Masters saw red. The only sound he could hear was the angry beating of his own heart and the blood pumping through his veins. He grabbed the ROM player in a fit of pique, throwing it with all his might against the blackboard, smashing it into a dozen pieces, as they fell to the floor in a cacophony of sounds.

He turned to Demos. His eyes were afire with one thought: Revenge.

Masters drew a dirk from his belt, and carefully removed his Mechwarrior gloves from his hands. He walked over and retrieved the remains of the ROM from the wreckage of the player. He sliced his left palm with the dirk in a fluid motion and squeezed his fist until it drew the crimson ichor of blood. He dripped the blood onto the ROM fragments, and said quietly “I swear, there is nowhere you can flee to, nowhere you can hide, no one who will help you because I seek your death St. Jamais. You and anyone who helped you, anyone who serves you. Anyone who said one kind word about you, or your cause, they will die by my hand. They will not die well, or easily. Of that, I swear.”

He turned to Demos. “You saw the oath I took. You know what it means. And you know I must leave the Knights, as of right now.”

Demos smiled “Hand me the dirk, blood-brother. I had family in Nagasaki Valley. You do not travel on this path alone.”

I knew when I handed Demos that dirk, I had begun a path that would transform both of us forever. I knew not the shape of that path, only why I embarked on it. I am proud of where it took me. I am proud that I have brought forty-three Blakist scum to the justice of the only one that matters, the one true God in heaven. I have become closer to my Catholic faith during all of this, and the papal encyclical regarding Blakists as anathema has given me a solace as I carry out this mission. Some say I am as fanatical as they are. I may be, but the difference is? I do not harm innocents. I harm the guilty. And I always make sure I am not wrong. So far, I have not been. I have no regrets for my life now. I am cleaning the Inner Sphere of a filth not seen since Aramis.

But the Inner Sphere should mark my words. The Blakists have raised their hand against all humanity, Clan, and Inner Sphere alike. They will be back, and we will all regret not joining my crusade to purge them from the ranks of humanity.


•   Paul Masters, Blakist Hunter, An Autobiography – pp. 245-246, Atreus Press, 3060

Government House
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October 11th, 3057


Jeffery Calderon looked on at the blood-red sunrise to the west and smiled a weak smile. “What was that phrase, Doru? Red Sky at Morning...?”

“…sailor take warning, your highness.” Doru nodded. “I do have some good news, your highness. Such as it is?”

“Do tell Doru, I could use some. As much as many have criticized our efforts in the former Capellan Confederation? I feel bringing some stability to our border regions and taking advantage of some confusion to enrich our nation on the cheap never hurt us?”

Doru nodded “I can’t speak to domestic opinion, sire. I can only speak to military matters. On those, I have little to report. We have been consolidating control of Rollis, with the assistance of Sung’s Curiassier’s who have accepted a place in the TDF. Larsha’s been a bit more difficult, the militia there put up a fight, but it wasn’t anything the 2nd Taurian Guards couldn’t handle.”

Calderon nodded. “So, we should be able to call it a day?”

Doru shrugged “I think so, sire. It was a shame about Corodiz, but the Canopean epidemiologists were firm about not landing there. We’re not one hundred percent sure there actually is an outbreak there, but why chance it?”

Calderon nodded sagely. “So why do I get the feeling as much as this will enrich the Concordiat, we’ve also bought ourselves some long-term trouble?”

Doru nodded “We might have, sire. Word is the FedCom ambassador might be presenting us a strongly worded request for us to advance no further into the Confederation, and there is also the risk of guerilla movements. We don’t have a lot of experience with those matters.”

Calderon nodded again. “Alright Doru, pass the orders to conclude operations. We’ll work out how we’re going to administer these worlds. I think we’ve done enough already.”

While some in the Concordiat and the Magistry were chomping at the bit to advance deep into the Confederation, both the Magistrix and the Protector were wise enough to realize that logistically, the advance into the former Confederation had probably reached its zenith…

•   “Nibbling at The Edges” The Taurian-Canopoean advance into the Capellan Confederation, Foreign Policy Magazine, June 3064 issue by Dr. Daniel Framingham of the NAMA School of International Relations
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #461 on: 29 December 2020, 13:22:05 »
And the endgame moves on ... great read! Thanks, and happy New Year!
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #462 on: 30 December 2020, 05:11:47 »
Very nice!

I have no problem with the Periphery reclaiming what was historically theirs.

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #463 on: 30 December 2020, 05:33:22 »
Well done, looking forwards to the next installments!  :thumbsup:

Happy new year to you Panzerfaust. :-)

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #464 on: 30 December 2020, 06:13:23 »
And the wheels keep turning, and the Blakists irradiated Gibson....bloody hell!

Excellent stuff though thank you for this update before the new year!
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #465 on: 30 December 2020, 09:34:50 »
Of course the Blakist go stupid and destroy a entire world for no real reason. Though if the Inner Sphere apparently just let them go this is going to be bad. They need to be hunted down and killed or else they will pulling a Clans and come back eventually.
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #466 on: 30 December 2020, 12:52:58 »
If they can be found, looks like they went into hiding.
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #467 on: 30 December 2020, 16:15:39 »
Playing hide and seek with the wobbies.
Let the fun begin. >:D
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #468 on: 30 December 2020, 16:38:34 »
I would think there would be a Vengeance like movement born out of the Gibson holocaust which would stop at nothing to annihilate every single Blakist.

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #469 on: 30 December 2020, 16:47:50 »
Yeah, but this is Battletech. The movement will be there...but there will be those willing to do business with those very same dastardly Blakists.... >:D
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #470 on: 07 January 2021, 14:55:10 »
Great updates as always, and as always, never enough lol. Cant wait for more :D

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« Reply #471 on: 18 January 2021, 13:14:10 »
As usual, love it and waiting eagerly for the next update!

That being said...I've been rereading this and I think I've spotted a major problem with the FedCom strategy on Sian.  As far as they know, somebody on the Capellan side just uncorked nukes, either Sun-Tsu in a limited strike or a rogue commander. If nukes are in play, something like Broken Dao is the absolute last thing the F-C should approve, because the overland thrust on a narrow front is too easy to smash up with a relative handful of nukes.  All you'd have to do is hit the leading formations the way the Crucis Lancers were hit, and by the time you bring up more forces to continue the push Kai and his troops will be doomed.  And since there was no nuclear retaliation for the attack on the Crucis Lancers, that takes away some of the deterrent effect.

Clearly the story is building up to this drop by the Jade Phoenix Cluster on the Forbidden City, and I want to see it, but I think you have to at least deal with that possibility first.  Possibilities:

  • Have Mad Kat retaliate with a limited nuclear strike, either a mirror image delivered against a Capellan regiment or an aerospace-delivered strike against a Capellan weapons storage facility. Then announce very publicly what you did, and that any further nuclear strikes will be met with similar retaliation. That could make Sunny think twice about using "special weapons" until it's too late.
  • For maximum irony: have Sunny very publicly disavow the strike and blame it on rogue commanders, out of fear the F-C will retaliate unless he does so.  Hell, have him blame it on WoB, since they're stabbing him in the back and pulling out anyway.  That will give the F-C enough confidence that the nuclear strikes won't be repeated to proceed with Broken Dao.
  • Try to blitz the Capellan "special weapons" storage facilities- it's been stated the F-C knows where most of them are.  Take them all out, either using aerospace-delivered nuclear weapons or Rabid Foxes teams.  Problem: that constitutes either a massive nuclear escalation, or a series of special ops that won't all work, and it creates a "use it or lose it" situation with other Capellan WMD.  Probably not a viable option.
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« Reply #472 on: 08 June 2021, 11:22:02 »
I know what I am, and what I am not. I never saw myself as more than a regent for Victor. I never wanted the throne, as much out of self-awareness, as a lack of ambition. I love my brother deeply, but it’s been a source of strain for us on why he didn’t resume the throne until the war ended. He’s always said to me it was because “You’re doing a fine job, Katherine, why switch horses?” I accept that, it’s sound thinking. But he doesn’t see the casualty lists burned into his mind every time he closes his eyes. It was that alone that made me leave royal life. I was tired of being responsible for so much death. Yes, I ordered vengeance for my parents. But there’s a difference between planting a dagger in the heart of an assassin and sending armies of thousands forward.

As stressful as it is? I much prefer my days as a trauma surgeon. Yesterday, I saved a child when the crashweb in her parent’s hovercar failed and she went into the windshield. I hope the ophthalmologic surgeons can save her eyes, but I worked damn hard to give that girl a fighting chance. And that is why I do what I do. I have lots of “red in my ledger” as is said in the intelligence community. I want to put some hope, some decency, and some life in there. I owe that to all those I ordered forth to die, and all those who died under their guns. It may have been necessary, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.
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Sian, Part 3
Attacking Forces: 1st Davion Guards RCT, 4th Davion Guards RCT, 3rd Davion Guards RCT, 6th Syrtis Fusiliers RCT, 7th Crucis Lancers RCT, 1st Ceti Hussars RCT, 3rd Royal Guards RCT, Davion Light Guards RCT, 10th Deneb Light Cavalry RCT, 1st Federated Suns Armored Cavalry, 1st Kell Hounds, Jade Phoenix Cluster, 10 Artillery Brigades.

The attackers were reinforced by the following units just before Shattered Dao kicked off: 5th Federated Commonwealth RCT, 4th Royal Guards.

Defending Forces:  House Immarra (65% strength), Red Lancers (40% strength), 1st People’s Loyalty Regiment (35%, scattered in penny packets), Death Commando Battalion (65% strength), 2 combined arms divisions of the Sian Home Guard (third division was disbanded due to losses and used to reinforce the other two), and 85 “Victory Battalions” (32 of which are on Wuhan, many battalions have either been destroyed or have deserted/surrendered en masse.)

Results: The Federated Commonwealth forces were a bit delayed in their preparations for Shattered Dao, as T and R command was a bit snarled catching up with the Fedcom advance. The shattered 6th Crucis Lancers were withdrawn to Fraizer and replaced by two other regiments, the 5th was brought in to secure the rear against the ever-present threat of Capellan guerillas (and was reinforced by three additional infantry regiments from the Draconis March).

October 12th, 3057 dawned a bright, crisp morning, with a blustery wind from the west. The Fedcom artillery and air started early, pounding Capellan positions beginning at 0346, with special attention given to identified Capellan “special weapons depots” and artillery units. Several other suspected sites were subject to airmobile raids by Loki/MI-6 teams The Capellans fought hard and casualties amongst the FedCom SF teams were heavy, but the operations were successful overall. It was later estimated in post war surveys that 70% of the on planet Capellan Special Weapons stockpile was seized or destroyed, but that still left 30% unaccounted for. While the initial operations were considered a success, the fact that an estimated 40-50 weapons might still be out there was cause for concern.

This of course, left a decision in Marshal Linda Archer’s lap. A decision about the option of CASE MORDRED, and potentially bringing a new level of hell to Sian…

“Citizens of the Confederation. Rogue elements of our armed forces yesterday used nuclear weapons against the invading Davion armies against orders. Those responsible did not survive the events surrounding this use, and thus, have saved the state the trouble of their execution. I have however, ordered that their families be reduced to servitor status, no matter their former station. I remind my fellow Capellan citizens. I am the state, and I will be obeyed above all else. If I did not allow it, it is not allowed….”

-Excerpt of speech dated October 11th, 3057 from unknown location by Sun-Tsu Liao. This was the last recorded public appearance made by the former Capellan Chancellor.


Headquarters, Task Force Sian
Confederation Arms Hotel Main Conference Room
Beilin, Sian
Capellan Confederation
October 11th, 3057


  The conference room at the Confederation Arms Hotel had seen better days, scorch marks and bullet holes marred the once-beautifully upholstered walls. The chandelier over the main conference table had fallen under the strain of bombardment and had fallen and shattered on the table. Marshal Archer’s people had cleaned as best as they had time to, but it probably wasn’t a good idea to walk barefoot on the once jade green carpet, which was now a dirty grey with ground in mud, or copper brown, from old bloodstains. But as dilapidated as it was, the hotel still had the best communications around, and it was a solid roof, so perfect for Marshall Archer’s needs as a headquarters.
  Marshal Sarah Archer pinched the bridge of her nose again painfully as the S-4 continued with his brief. The news was the same, all the estimates were wrong, and they were exceeding projected use rates on consumables of all kinds by a factor of three. Even if Shattered Dao worked, and that only had a 75% chance, it was projected that the Mask had laid in enough arms caches to make Sian a guerilla hotbed for years, and that was already happening. Ambushes and IEDs were occurring daily and the casualties among the infantry units were soaring. I really hope the 5th Fedcom can ****** this. I cannot run out of steam short of the Forbidden City with the force I am cobbling together for the drop. It is a real hash job that my Lyran officers assure me will work as well as any “Kampfgruppe.”
 
The S-4, a tall gangly woman with short brunette hair and a taciturn expression concluded her presentation on the supply situation and asked for questions. Marshal Archer raised a weary hand. “Cybil, tell me the truth? Have we got enough to punch through to the Forbidden City and end the conventional phase at least?”
 
The S-4 nodded, “Yes ma’am, we can manage it, but the fact is, it had better be a quick operation, or we’re going to have to impose an operational pause within the next 90 days.”
 
Archer slowly swore “How long of a pause?”
 
“At least 60-90 days, Ma’am. Which I know is going to give the Capellans more time to reconstitute, as well as raid the other continents for more victory battalions.”
 
Archer nodded “Nice to see you paid attention in the briefings, Haputmann-General Frisch. Look, we need to go on the 12th, and this question doesn’t just apply to you. I am going to have Colonel Allard-Liao brief his final plan in a few moments, and I need to know, can we realistically attack with four RCTs on a narrow front and reach him within 72 hours? We can’t flank through that jungle and trying to use airmobile to leapfrog down Highway 7 isn’t going to happen. The Capellans have made sure any LZs are going to suck, not to mention advancing down it will be a nightmare.”
 
An older man, a Leftenant-General with engineer’s collar devices rose and cleared his throat. “Marshal Archer, our “thunder runs” have made some progress through the Capellan obstacle system, especially those obstacles close to our own front lines, but we’re going to need fire support to keep the bastards heads down as my kids lift mines and fill craters in the roads. Not to mention they blew the damn bridge at Rapti over the Perfume River. That’s going to take me 10-12 hours to get a bridge across it, and I’ll need at least a battalion thrown across the other side to make sure we can get that bridge set up.”
 
Marshal Archer nodded. “Don’t worry Archie,” she smiled weakly “You’ll have it if I have to command that battalion myself from my Victor.”
 
Her aide d’ camp, a short, blonde Captain with the nametape of “Spiers” blanched “Ma’am. We’d prefer you didn’t do that. Sergeant-Major Rice already is having ulcers about the security situation- “
 
Archer angrily cut off her ADC “Dammit, Captain Spiers. I don’t have time for it. We need across that river and into the Forbidden City in 72 hours once that drop happens. It’s been delayed twice already and the Capellans have had to notice the Jade Phoenix Cluster has been pulled out of the line. I am not going to delay this any longer! Now, I have one of the best staffs in the AFFC. Let’s make this happen, people. Solve the problems and let’s make the impossible, possible.”
 
Marshal Archer surveyed the room. She had a good collection of people. They’d gotten the task force this far. And they weren’t going to let them down this close to victory. She turned to the NCO at the door of the conference room.
 
“Sergeant Ngo, bring in Colonel Allard and his people. It’s time to end this.”

2500 meters AGL above the Forbidden City
Forbidden City
Sian
Capellan Confederation
October 12th, 3057

 
Colonel Kai Allard-Liao checked the temperature gauge of his retro pack again. He hadn’t liked the numbers when he’d been kicked out the ‘mech bay of the Black Wing, and they weren’t looking much better now. Damn right jet is looking a little hot. And that’s not my only worry. He chanced a look up from his cockpit instruments, and outside was one of the worst swirling dogfights he had ever seen, let alone been hot dropping into the middle of.

Every Capellan aerospace fighter left on Sian must have been up here, and even with the Jade Phoenix Cluster fighters cutting a path, the Capellans were managing to get in amongst the drop. Kai’s eyes focused on a Sulla dueling with a Thrush. The Thrush’s pilot was good, using his craft’s disadvantage in atmosphere to his advantage, fighting in the vertical and making slashing attacks on the bigger Clan fighter. but the Sulla pilot was equally skilled, and risked stalling out to pull an Immelman into his next “boom and zoom” with a pass of his own. Weapons flashed from the Sulla, with a cerulean beam connecting both fighters for an instant, before the Thrush’s wing separated at the root, and a pair of magenta-colored beams caught the Thrush amidships, with the striken ship belching flame and smoke, and entering into a flat spin. The cockpit soon flashed, with the canopy separating and an ejection seat launching the Capellan pilot from his stricken craft.

Kai’s secondary radio receiver crackled to life; it was tuned on the Aerospace trinary’s frequency for the drop.

“Alpha Beak Lead, this is Four. I claim that one as a bondsman. He was good, quiaff?”
The reply was terse and very clanlike. “Four, Lead, we are not taking bondsmen today. But he would have been a fine addition to the clan, nonetheless. Perhaps when this is over, we can convince him to join our ranks. Continue Mission, we have plenty more where he came from. The Capellans are making a maximum effort today. Out.”


Kai turned his attention back to his own instrument panel. The right jet of the bolt on pack was still running a bit hot, and it was time to fire off another burst. It would be the last before the airfoil deployed and slowed down Yen-Lo-Wang for it’s final drop. Truth be told, Kai didn’t like drops. Too much could go wrong, and as a ‘Mechwarrior, he’d seen more than his share of such things. Airfoils not deploying, bolt on retros misfiring, or not firing at all. Or the ‘Mechwarrior miscalculating the numbers and instead of guiding in for a good landing, augured in like the world’s biggest lawn dart.

Being crushed by my own family ‘Mech isn’t the way I want to leave this world. The altimeter ticked down…2000, 1500…1000. Kai triggered the jets for their final 15 seconds of fuel. Promptly after he mashed the buttons, he got the whoops of the master alarm that the right jet had reached critical temp and was shutting down. He leaned hard into the left jet. The airfoil deployed cleanly, or at least the instrumentation told him it had…but he was still coming in at 33m/s, not the recommended 10. Shit, this isn’t going to end well. He called up his map and looked for a spot to land that might be a bit…soft. He quickly found one and grimaced. The techs are really going to hate me.

“All Dimond Call Signs, this is Diamond Six, I am coming down a bit fast and have to find somewhere soft. I am going to be off the drop zone by 3 klicks to the east. I say again, will be off the DZ by 3 klicks east. Don’t send anyone, I will make my way into the perimeter.”

A chorus of “Affs and Rogers” cascaded over the radio, as Kai concentrated on getting his ‘Mech down in one piece. 800…500…here we go! Brace! Kai pulled his straps of his command couch tight and threw his head back into his seat, hoping the restraints held.

Yen-Lo-Wang, proud avatar of the Allard-Liao family came down at a rate of 18m/s feet first into the 10 meter deep stabilization pond of the Forbidden City Municipal Sewage Treatment plant. The ‘mech landed with a huge splash that went 3 meters high. Kai was thrown around in his cockpit like a kid rolling down a hill in a barrel, but the restraints held, and he stayed conscious. The ‘Mech wobbled but stayed upright. He checked his status board, all green. Phew. Well, hell of a welcome to the Forbidden City? Aff? God, I am thinking more like my Falcons every day. Well, time to do what I came here to do.

Kai quickly used his nav system to set a few waypoints back to the main DZ, which was supposed to be the massive parade ground outside the palace. He suspected he wasn’t the only one in this situation. He could hear the staccato booms of heavy weapons fire, and beams tear across the sky, warring with the warble of the city raid alarms.

It was time for Kai to get to work. It was time for him to do his part to end this. He switched on his radio to the GUARD frequency.

“Sun-Tsu Liao, you have murdered my mother, and proven unfit to rule. I come for you, and your throne. Face me, or don’t. I am coming for you. And as a friend promised. Hell is coming with me.”
 
Kai set the ‘Mech forward at a walk to the sound of the guns, a crooked smile crossing his face.
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #473 on: 08 June 2021, 11:42:24 »
So Sunny vrs Kai...  rumble to settle the score
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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #474 on: 08 June 2021, 12:18:46 »
When they started talking about needing to get there within 72 hours of the drop, I had a feeling something like this was coming.  I hope it's not a Bridge Too Far for the AFFC & friends.

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #475 on: 08 June 2021, 13:55:44 »
Anxiously awaiting more!  :thumbsup:

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #476 on: 08 June 2021, 15:15:31 »
Given Kai might be in charge of what is left of the Confederation when this is over?  I can't help feeling deliberately jumping into a massive tank of shit is something of a metaphor.

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #477 on: 08 June 2021, 22:29:15 »
"Sgt. Ngo".... It's been too long since the last time that name was mentioned in ANY fiction lately...

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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #478 on: 08 June 2021, 22:53:00 »
"And hell's coming with me."
oooh- nice Tombstone reference.


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Re: Clover Spear - The Story of the '56 War
« Reply #479 on: 09 June 2021, 02:45:40 »
Forbidden City Municipal Sewage Treatment plant???

Ok, it is a soft landing. Very soft.

But the stink - isnt that a violation of the Ares conventions?

 

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