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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #150 on: 27 April 2019, 07:25:30 »
This is the periphery, of course osha has not been invented yet.
Anyway Alex seems to be a masochist, so he wouldn't bother with it. >:D :D :thumbsup:
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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #151 on: 30 April 2019, 21:20:49 »
Magistracy of Canopus
Dead System
Black Site, Sailors Refuge
January 1 3026


   Anger flushed Onora's usually pale cheeks red as she turned off the video message that had told her the news.  It had finally happened.  Her father was dead and she was now free. Onora had known his death was coming, that was an inevitable fact she had been prepared for.  But his passing was now seemingly tainted with a horrible lie.  Onora and Keeva's father had died over a year ago, but the Magistracy government had avoided telling them in order to maintain the twins mission.

   Onora looked across the table at her sister, her blood boiling.  “Did they think we wouldn't find out sooner or later?”  She felt like smashing the holovid player but resisted the urge.  “Of all the arrogance...”  Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked down at her trembling hands.  “... they used us and now he's gone.”  Her sister reached across from where she was sitting and wrapped her hands around hers.  Keeva had always been able to hide her emotions better than Onora had.  “We will make them pay.”  There was a cold, sharp edge to the operatives words.

   “But how do we fight a nation, my dear sister?”  Onora felt the words almost choke in her throat as an overwhelming feeling of anger and grief swept through her.  She looked up from her hands to see stone set in Keeva's green eyes.  “Much has happened since Alexander and I have been away.  There's many things to discuss.  Since our would be overlords have cut our strings, perhaps it's time to take advantage of one major flaw in their planning.”  Onora wiped her tear streaked cheeks and attempted to steel herself.  “And what would that be Keeva?”

   A silence hung in the air between the two for a moment before it was said out loud.  “They wanted us to grow close to Bishop's Privateers and in return they'd look after our father.  They have failed us but yet we have succeeded.  Alexander has been on the edge of a precipice concerning his opinion of the Canopians.  I would say sister if we give our dear friend a small nudge he may fall on those who have wronged us with more savagery than we could ever accomplish on our own.” 

   Keeva let go of Onora's hands and stood up from the table.  “Come, let me show you.  The dropships are being unloaded as we speak.  My love has accomplished what he had set out to do.”  Onora slowly pushed her own chair back and got up to follow her sister.  As the twins walked towards the rooms door Keeva added “Alexander has come home with his family's legacy.”

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #152 on: 30 April 2019, 21:53:49 »
Glad to see you back  :thumbsup:
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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #153 on: 30 April 2019, 23:02:29 »
Drunkninja, show us the loot!
Heh, please.

So what can Alex field now?

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #154 on: 07 May 2019, 21:44:29 »


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   Technician Cole tapped a stylus against his lower lip as he stared at the noteputer that he held up awkwardly higher than needed.  The balding tech squinted his eyes at the light blue screen as if it would help him better understand what he was looking at.  “I don't get it.  All of its parts are basically still accessible, but I've literally never heard of this machine before.”  Sticking the stylus into his mouth and gnawing on its end, Cole lowered the noteputer and placed it onto the workbench in front of him.  “I can probably handle the maintenance on the two Icarus II's but...”  motioning with his hand toward the gantry closest to his left he continued “...that Lancelot thing is all you Chris.”

   Hytuli nodded.  “I figured as much, the burden of knowledge is a heavy one.”  He grinned at his coworker and friend.  “The Icarus II is an old Leaguer design, she just doesn't have a factory any more.  Replacement parts should be easy to find in comparison to trying to maintain some of the mechs we're adding to our new TO&E.  You'd think the Captains family was straight out of the Star League with some of the tech they held on to.”  Cole wrinkled his nose at that comment.  “That's true enough, though it's a damned shame he wants us to mothball a bunch of it here.  We could get a mighty fine upgrade in pay if he would just bring those toys to one of the Successor States.  The Davions especially would shell out big for mercs with tech.”

   “The Captain has his reasons though.” Chris almost said with a sigh.  The floor shuddered as behind the two men a Privateer piloted an ancient Longbow into the gantry next to the rare Lancelot.  Cole let out a whistle as he watched the assault mech come to a lumbering halt.  “Now I haven't seen one of those since I was a kid.  Man, that right there is some huge piece of work.”  He paused for a second before looking back at Hytuli.  “And don't you mean Major?”  The senior tech waved his hand out in a sweeping motion to all of the secondary warehouse of Star Refuge's storage facility.  “With all of the newly acquired hardware, combined with our existing assets garrisoned on Bass...” Cole counted on his fingers while looking upwards. “...plus the armor company, our Major Bishop has a reinforced Battalion.”

   Christopher noticed the Rinne twins walk into the warehouse from the administration access door before looking back at Cole.  “All these old war toys have been in storage for a very long time, pushing twenty years I'd say.  It's going to take some elbow grease to maintain them, let alone have them ready for combat again.”  The veteran tech wiped sweat from his brow before punching a few numbers into his own hand held device.  “In the mean time I'm pretty sure Alex is going to remain a Captain, for various reasons.”  Hytuli made a note on his to do list to have the Marauder's paint job changed as one of his teams first tasks.  “Besides, we're severely lacking the personnel to field such a large unit as it stands now.  Those numbers will take some time to muster.”  Cole shook his head.  “I still say it's a damned shame.  This star tour the Captain went on certainly seems to have changed him.  It's like he suddenly has an agenda larger than just running a mercenary unit and making money.”

   Chris typed a few more numbers into his datapad.  It was true, Alexander had changed.  Had grown.  It had slowly happened over the past year, but there was certainly a difference.  It wasn't until they had located the final cache that the change was complete.  Hytuli still recalled that night clearly in his minds eye.  The aging man placed put his noteputer and stylus into the front pocket of his coveralls.  There was not technology in the final hiding place, no grand treasure of battlemechs or weapons.  He was the only one Alexander had told what he had found in the large safe that had been buried on that last planet.  Eric Bishops plan to invade the world of Canopus IV.  Christopher smiled at Keeva and Onora as they approached and pushed those dark thoughts from his mind.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #155 on: 08 May 2019, 17:32:53 »
Oh wow...... over 10,000 views now.  Hoping you guys are enjoying this hobby of mine.  That number is awesome! Thank you everyone!

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #156 on: 08 May 2019, 17:37:55 »
can't get enough....more please .

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #157 on: 08 May 2019, 19:09:31 »
Magistracy of Canopus
Dead System
Black Site, Sailors Refuge
January 4 3026


   Sergeant Anders Olsen came to attention as he stood in front of Captain Bishop.  He felt his new standard tan infantry uniform hug tightly across his broad chest while looking out straight, maintaining a professional bearing until his commanding officer paid him notice.  “At ease.” It wasn't long before the earthy voice of the mercenary commander let him fall into a parade resting stance.  “Captain, you requested my presence?”

   A silence hung in the air for a few moments that allowed the veteran soldier to appraise the young leader.  Anders hadn't had many opportunities to physically see Alexander since they parted ways on Bass, but he had heard talk among the Privateers that their youthful Captain was beginning to fill out his own shoes and become more of a man.  The Sergeants eyes wandered down to peer briefly at the aggressive scarring on Alex's hands.  Another detriment from his brazen heroism no doubt.  More testament to why the Captain's nickname Lucky was circulating among his troops.

   Alexander looked up from the paper work that was stretched from one end of his desk to the other and Sergeant Olsen saw for the first time not just the successful guts of a young upstart, but the determination and burden of a leader behind the Captain's eyes.  “I've been looking over your reports from the time spent on garrison duty on Bass.  I appreciate the effort you and Lieutenant Grant have put into growing the infantry and training the armor company while I've been away.”  Anders snapped a smart salute.  “Thank you sir!  I can return to my post there sooner than later if you wish.” 

   Captain Bishop shook his head.  “No, everyone gets their turn on rotation here.”  Alex reached down and opened a drawer of his desk and withdrew a datachip.  “I have arranged special training exercises for you and a particular roster of men and women to under go here at the Refuge.  After reviewing the boarding action you undertook successfully against the Silver Star, I intend for you to hone those skills.”  The Captain leaned forward and handed the datachip to Sergeant Olsen.  “You and your team will use the Leopard's crash site as your zero oxygen training ground.”

   Anders glanced down quickly at the chip in his large hand.  “Yes Captain.  I will get on this right away, though might I speak freely sir?”  With a nod from his commander he continued.  “That action was a bloody mess and we barely pulled it off.  I lost a lot of my people that could even handle such risky business.  Honestly, I don't think we'd be able to do it again.”  Alexander leaned back in his chair and stared intently up at Sergeant Olsen.  “I understand Anders, and I agree.  My thoughts on this are that I want a crack unit of specialists that can tackle challenging tasks.  Your peoples bravery in that particular action just make you and yours the obvious choice core of want I intend to form.”

   “Also...”  Alex continued.  “...while I visited Bass and made our rotation of troops, I took the liberty of fishing for more contracts that we could possibly take on to alleviate the tight budget we're running.  I came up with a small job for a lesser noble in the Free Worlds on a border world.  The details are documented for you on there as well.”  The Privateers leader motioned to the tiny object Anders held.  “Once you're finished a training cycle here, you're to take the Refuge Guard and a selection of vehicles of your choosing along with a hand picked force of personnel to go and fulfill this contract.  I've outlined a new form of combat doctrine for you to use if possible on this mission.  In short, you're to incorporate a trial run for a combined arms unit.”

   Olsen was briefly taken by surprise at what the Captain was saying.  “Sir, this seems awful sudden don't you think.  I'm just a ground pounder and...”  The older man was cut off.  “Oh stuff it Anders.  You're one of the most seasoned veterans I've likely met.  It's time you had an opportunity to lead and run a full operation.  And the one I've secured is right up your alley.  You've been running in between the feet of battlemechs for a long time.  All I need is for you to start telling them what to do.”

   “Yes Captain.”  The Sergeant nodded and looked down at the data chip again.  Before being dismissed Captain Bishop explained.  “I've been studying Magistracy battle doctrine and its obvious to see vehicles are a part of its backbone.  I have faith that you'll be able to help me in creating a hybrid lance that utilizes mixed arms to maximize our resources and success ratios against pure mech and tank formations.”  Sergeant Olsen nodded and turned to leave.  The veteran began to wonder where Alexander had theory crafted the idea, but then again he was learning to expect surprises every now and again from his units leader.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #158 on: 09 May 2019, 17:18:27 »
Deep Periphery
Persephone
Violet City
January 4 3026

   The red sun was shining brightly that day with barely a cloud in the sky.  Jason brought his right hand up to his brow and squinted as he stared upwards trying to see it, though he knew it was easier to see at night.  Main street was busy as usual and people walked around him on the side walk going about their own business.  Finally giving up he blinked the stars away from his eyes and ran to catch up with his mother.  “I still don't understand mom, how can you be so content with knowing they abandoned us?” 

   It had only been that morning over breakfast that Jason's mother had told him the truth about their lives on Persephone.  He had known nothing but a peaceful existence on his home world, but to find out that there was more to the universe than just the quiet life he knew was agitating.  “You could be out there fighting bad guys.  I could be out there fighting bad guys!  Instead, we're stuck here protecting people from no one. Man, it would be so cool.”  Jason kicked at a rock that was sitting on the edge of the side walk.  It briefly took flight and hit a stranger that was walking in front of him.  The elderly man turned around and frowned at the teenager.

   “Sorry about that.”  General Elliott said to the victim of her sons attack.  The old man was about to retort but the moment he recognized her the anger drained from his already pale, wrinkled face.  “It's ok.”  He replied and then turned, picked up his pace and hurried away.  Jason's mother stopped and took a hold of his shoulder.  Her own wrinkles creased the sides of his bright blue eyes as she scolded him.  “Be more careful.  Never use your strength to harm others, even if it's an accident.”  The General's son frowned and squirmed under her strong grip.  “He got it my way, he should have moved.”  The boy pouted and looked away from his mothers stern gaze and focused on the pin she wore of her units insignia.  It was old and from another time and place.

   “If you keep acting like that I won't bring you today.”  There was an edge to Jason's mothers voice he recognized.  He wouldn't dare call the Generals bluff.  “Okay, okay I'm sorry.”  The teen huffed and let his shoulders slump in defeat.  “I do really want to see it, but I still don't understand why we need it if we can't leave.  I want to be like you mom.”  General Elliott smiled at Jason and let go of his shoulder.  “Some day.”  She dryly replied and started walking again.

   “Will I get to have one of those cool badges?”  The teen asked as he started walking besides his mother again.  General Helen Elliott looked down at what signified her as being the leading officer for The Faithful Few.  “If you earn it son.”  Jason looked to the sky again and grinned contently as he caught a glimpse of what he had been looking for earlier.  His mind wandered to the day he would be in charge and what he would change.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #159 on: 16 May 2019, 18:51:38 »
Free Worlds League
May 17 3026


   The staccato of small arms fire continuously thumped off the ruined concrete wall of the abandoned building.  Private Micheals checked her short ranged missile launcher one more time before swallowing hard.  Her throat was dry, possibly caused by the dust being thrown into the air by incoming enemy fire, but likely caused by the terror of what she had to try and accomplish.  She brushed strands of dirty blonde hair back out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.  “Any word on an ETA?” The League soldier shouted out across at her comms officer.  The younger Corporal had a listening device pressed hard against his ear with his infantry helmet lifted up just enough to show off his grit covered forehead.  “Two minutes and counting.”  He yelled back, while keeping his communications suite close to his face.

   This would be a damned lot easier if we hadn't bogged down in this fire fight. Kaitlyn Micheals muttered to herself as more suppressing fire strafed across her position causing debris to rain down on her helmet.  After two days of pursuing the mercenaries who had made planet fall, the goal was to ambush them in an abandoned settlement they were being channeled towards.  When the Privates platoon had made it to the empty village via APC they were surprised to find mercenary infantry already dug in two thirds of the way to the towns center.  Then all hell had broken loose.

   Clearing her throat and swallowing again, Micheals checked her safety for a third time.  It was at that point she felt it.  The thing most infantry learned to fear.  Placing her left hand to the ground she could feel it.  The rhythmic shock waves caused by battlemechs making speed across open ground.  Closing her eyes she said a brief prayer to any of the gods she hoped existed at that very moment.  Kaitlyn heard her Sergeant yell “Covering fire and missiles away!”  It was time to act and the Private let her training take over.

   Infantry under the employ of their local noble raised up from their rabbit holes and opened fire on the mercenary positions.  It was hard to see the enemy men and women but the tell tale yelling and occasional screams let the League infantry know they were fighting more than just ghosts.  Thud... Thud...Thud... Thud... It was Micheals turn now.  The machines foot falls were in ear shot and she needed to take advantage of the covering fire and the lives being spent around her.  Pushing up hard with her right leg she spun around and, with her left foot finding solid purchase on a large piece of rubble the Private steadied herself. 

   No training could ever really prepare a human being for facing a battlemech unaugmented on the field.  Private Kaitlyn Micheals froze as she held her srm launcher aloft and stared at the goliath of a warmachine sprinting down the street toward her position.  As the leading mech approached, a Wasp, it seemed to ignore the infantry and focus on its intended course through the ruins.  The roar of missile fire from Micheals comrades snapped her out of her daze and, flipping her weapons safety, fired her own.  A corkscrew of smoke billowed out in front of her as the short range missile sailed through the air and found its target on the tan colored leg of the mercenarys light battlemech.

    Not all of the infantries missiles found a mark on the behemoth, but enough had to break its shell and destroy internals.  An unearthly squeal screeched through the air as shredded armor plates blew through the Wasps lower leg actuator and to Micheals surprise sent it reeling down hard onto the street.  Its forward momentum was too great for it to simply fall however and the war machine created a deep furrow in the pavement as it continued for quite some distance, throwing up debris as it went.  Despite not being destroyed the Wasp no longer stirred and was likely due to a pilot injury.

   Private Micheals quickly fell back to cover and started to reload her srm launcher.  One down she said to no one in particular and counted her blessings.  The wailing cries of the injured and dying could be heard more clearly now without the blasting of her platoons covering fire or the drumming of the Wasps rampaging feet against solid ground.  It was hard to listen to, especially knowing that it could have easily been her, but Micheals knew trading infantry for a battlemech was a huge success on any battlefield. 

   It was unrealistic to think that the same sort of attack would work again against another mech of the mercenaries lance, and so it was to no ones surprise when the remaining Cicada, Commando and Panther rushed passed the dug in infantries position.  Micheals knew all that was left for her platoon to do now was hold ground for the next few minutes until her own allied battlemechs show up to continue the fight.  That would have been easier said then done if the enemy battlemechs fell in line with their own infantry, but they seemed content to move further toward the center of town. 

   Kaitlyn heard cheering suddenly as a call went up that the mercenarys had begun to retreat.  The young soldier let herself smile as she took in the moment.  Behind the cheering she could also hear the movements of her Lords own battlemechs passing by on the street.  “After them!”  Her officer commanded and up the Private went to join the route of their enemies.  The infantry platoon couldn't hope to keep up with the movements of battlemechs, especially unaugmented, but gaining ground was still important even if it was to simply clean up after the mech jockeys did the real work.

   Not as fast as her comrades Private Micheals lagged behind slightly carrying her srm launcher.  The slower movement allowed her to catch a glimpse of her allies largest battlemech, a Griffin, stop dead in its tracks and freeze a moment before firing its jump jets in sort of a panicked fashion.  The mech failed to get out of the way of what ever had caught it off guard and suddenly the air filled with a horrific roar.  Not unlike her own weapons effect, smoke trails began to fill the space between the Griffin and its foe.  The amount of carnage that followed however was beyond what a handle held launcher could achieve.   Warhead after warhead detonated against the medium battlemech in a cascade like nothing the Private had ever witnessed before.  In seconds the once potent weapon of war disappeared in a cloud of hot death and was ripped to pieces by a storm of short ranged missiles.

   “SRM Carrier!”  Micheals heard one of her comrades scream just as the remains of the Griffin crashed hard into a near by building.  The Privates heart nearly burst from her chest as she saw the boxy shaped tanks silhouette past the smoking remains of her commanders mech.  Kaitlyn broke and ran for cover, more so to hide from sight than to gain any real protection from the monsters destructive ability.  The clanking of tank treads was joined by rippling pangs of automatic gunfire again as the fade maneuver the mercenaries had just used was now catching the Privates platoon in a reversal.  Cries of pain and terror filled the young womans ears as she curled up trying to stay hidden from the massacre her battle line had quickly become.

   The familiar whooshing sound of more missiles letting go overtook all other noise again as a second mech killer broke through a wall and caught a Free Worlds League Stinger between it and the mercenaries Panther.  Private Micheals never heard the infantry approach from her flank, but smartly raised her hands the moment she saw their tan uniforms.  “Please no” was all she could say before the stock end of a rifle being held by a surprisingly large man knocked her out.  Private Kaitlyn Micheals would later find out she had been the only survivor of her entire platoon.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #160 on: 17 May 2019, 18:53:21 »
Author Notes:  I'm doing this post after a few requests for a TO&E of sorts.  Up until now the story has been about Bishops Privateers origin and how they obtained their hardware.  It's been about the development of their leader and what brought him to this point in history.  About a boy forced to become a man rapidly and carry a heavy burden.  About making a choice.

I'm honestly surprised with myself that the story has gone on this far, but as my desire to write grew the story began to snowball into something large.  I have a lot of ideas for the future and from this point on I'm hoping to get into the meat and potatoes of the Innerspheres history.  I'm not the best writer and I apologize, but I hope you're enjoying the ride if you've stuck with me this far.

The following is the TO&E that I've been working on for the unit.  It's likely full of holes but the book keeping is becoming difficult.  Besides the hardware, something else has been gathered that's very important to the units development and strength.  The knowledge that Alexanders uncle has been passed down to him through information packages in each cache.  I didn't want to have an origin like Wolf Dragoons or the Kell Hounds.  I needed a better explanation how the unit became a Battalion.  With that in mind and the units actual financial status a grey back ground area (not tackling that yet), here's their TO&E.

Roster: Early 3026 and TO&E

Battlemech Company

Command Lance (Anvil)
   Alexander Bishop CO Veteran – Warhammer WHM-6R
   Zephyr Tenneson Green - Crusader CRD-3L
   Kendall Mathers, Sergeant Regular- Centurion CN9-A
   Keeva Rinne Regular – Black Knight BL-7-KNT

Fire Lance (Hammer)
   Brian Swansky, Sergeant Regular –  Guillotine-3N
   Onora Rinne Regular - Whitworth WTH-1
   Chen Jian Green - Phoenix Hawk PXH-1
   Jude Simon Green -  Shadowhawk-2H

Recon Lance (Dagger)
   Liam Grant XO, Lieutenent Regular – Jenner JRD-7
   Sekai Xolani Green - Hermes HER-1A
   Zane Zoya Regular -  Javelin-10N
   Jiang Shufen Tan, Sergeant Regular - Vindicator VND-1AA
   
Garrison Lance/Home Base
   Feofil Andreev Green - Cicada CDA-2A
   Marilyn Anwater, Sergeant Green - Panther PNT-9R
   Dominec Holt Green - Commando COM-2D
   Gabby Burns Green - Wasp WSP-1A
   
Reserves/Protocol Omega
   Emperor EMP-6A
   Crockett CRK-5003-1
   Malcolm Rush Regular - Dragoon AEM-01

Reinforced Armor Company

Command Lance
   Von Luckner Tank
   Manticore Heavy Tank
   Manticore Heavy Tank
   SRM Carrier

Fire Lance
   LRM Carrier
   LRM Carrier
   SRM Carrier
   Hetzer

Recon Lance
   Galleon Tank
   Galleon Tank
   Vedette Tank
   Vedette Tank

Support
   Tracked APC
   Tracked APC
   Scorpion Light Tank
   Scorpion Light Tank

***NOTE An over-sized Platoon of specialist infantry is directly attached to the Tank Company.  The entire formation is lead by one Lieutenant Anders Olsen.  The infantry are Veteran and are the most seasoned formation in Bishops Privateers to date.

Incomplete/Salvage
    Raven-RVN-1X
    Griffin GRF-2N
   Corsair CSR-V12
   Corsair CSR-V12
   Sparrowhawk SPR-H5
   Leopard “Young Eagle”

***NOTE The aerospace assets were found in the warehouses of Sailors Refuge among the tanks that were stranded there.  To date there are no techs among Bishops Privateers that are capable of their repair.  The Griffin only consisted of a center torso and head when also found on Sailors Refuge.  It had been a part of the Jolly Roger Affair gifts to Roax but was destroyed during the pirates raiding. The Leopard Young Eagle was the craft to crash onto the planetoid that houses Sailors Refuge.

Other Notable Assets
   Prime Mover, Union Class Dropship “Ascending Night”, Union Class Dropship Siren's Call Mule Class Dropship Fleeting Dream, Invader Class Jumpship Typheus, Invader Class Jumpship Silver Star. 
   
Recovered Devils Wake/Faithful Few Hardware

   Locust LCT-1V
   Spider SDR-5V
   Stinger STG-3R
   Stinger STG-3R
   Icarus II ICR-1S
   Icarus II ICR-1S
   Hermes II HER-2S
   Vulcan VL-2T
   Wolverine WVR-6M
   Griffin GRF-1N
   Dervish DV-6M
   Lancelot LNC25-01
   Marauder MAD-3R
   Orion ON1-K
   Thug THG-11E(modified)
   Longbow LGB-7Q
   Ontos Heavy Tank
   Goblin Medium Tank
   Goblin Medium Tank
   Drillson (Changed to 2x Scimitar as the Drillson's production date didn't work)
   2x Carbine Constructionmechs.

***NOTE All assets listed were mothballed for over twenty years.  At this juncture they needed a large amount of work to be battle ready.  Along with these major assets there were large amounts of munitions and support material.  This TO&E is tentative and possibly not permanent.
« Last Edit: 07 June 2019, 17:15:40 by Drunkninja »

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #161 on: 19 May 2019, 01:03:50 »
Following: Well done and please do continue.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #162 on: 27 May 2019, 02:10:10 »
Caught up now. Great story so far. Better than a few of the official books I have read. Looking forward to more entries :)

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #163 on: 06 June 2019, 19:43:31 »
Free Worlds League
Tellman's Mistake
Dropship Ascending Night
February 6 3028


   The constant thrum of the dropships engine could be felt like a second skin in the reprocessed air of the vessels armory.  With every cycle of power pushed out from the belly of the Ascending Night into its veins, Alexander was brought closer to another world and another conflict.  At the moment however, the newly titled Major sat on the cold metal floor of his weapons room with his back up against a wall and feet kicked up on an awkwardly large steel framed crate while dangling a set of dog tags in front of his eyes.

   In his minds eye Alex remembered the night he had met Martha McKay.  The smell of ocean air that permeated the bar, the clothing she had worn, the fighting spirit she had.  Most of all the young man recalled the desire she had to pilot a battlemech again.  It was such a simple thing, but it had defined his friend until she had met her end doing what she had desired most of all.

   So much had changed since then.

   After Martha had died in combat Alexander had found himself chasing ghosts down into a very deep rabbit hole.  Life was no longer about the simple joy of being able to operate a lord of war on open ground and face an enemy honorably like the knights of old.  Lines had become blurred along the way and became polluted by crime and emotion. 

   Years ago he had only want the same thing, to be a mechwarrior.  Now, as if fate had taken him to task, he felt as if he were trapped on rails designed to propel him in a single direction.  No longer was his own desire sculpted by a simple need, now it was molded by the twisted desire and actions of others.

   Like a phantom hanging in the air just beyond his focused vision, the near complete puzzle of his own and family's story remained unfinished as one final piece of knowledge eluded him.  Why were his parents Philip Bishop and Imani Centrella murdered.  Alexander had intended to ask Henry Rush that question again when the time was right, but the young Major felt that the old veteran might not tell him if he didn't approve of the path Alex was following in the shadow of his family's legacy.

   “If only it were that simple.”  Major Bishop closed his eyes and lowered the dog tags down onto his lap.  He spoke to no one but ghosts and sincerely wished they would reply just once.  Alex knew that his Uncle had not carried out the elaborate plan he had devised to invade Canopus IV.  A task that only seemed possible by using what now the Centrella descendant had at his disposal.  Alexander shifted his feet so that one of his ankles crossed over the other as he rested both on top of the nuclear warheads stored in the specialized steel crate.

   “You chose to disappear instead of fighting and cause others harm, and still you all hid what you found in the deep Periphery.”  The Major felt the weight of Martha's dog tags resting on his lap.  It reminded him of his current actions.  Both dropships the Ascending Night and the Fleeting Dream were on a course to touch down on the world of Tellman's Mistake.  Their cargo was the newly formed companies of Bishops Privateers and their goal was to raid the world as a false flag operation posing to be Marian bandits.  The difference between this mission however and the others the Privateers had taken on before, was that there was no contract, no pay cheque at the end of the day.  Alexander had decided to operate a raid on a world as a training exercise for his newly mustered men and women.  In hindsight it made him feel more like a petty warlord than a mercenary commander, but at the time he had felt he needed to keep his new found force a secret from his enemies, whoever they turned out to be.

   Now, in reflection after collecting his thoughts he wondered if he was wrong.  Not about raiding a world as he knew now the nature of the Innersphere, that might made right.  The Ares Conventions legalized warfare to curb the savagery of man, not to stop it.  No, Alexander wondered if he were leading the people who had joined him to war for the right reason. 

   Martha's dog tags felt heavy.

   The hatch to the armory creaked open and, looking over, Alexander saw Keeva's lilith form glide into the large chamber.  “There ya ar'”  She said in her soothing accent.  “I have news.”  Alex unwedged himself from his position and floated up in the weightlessness of space to meet Keeva.  “What is it?” He simply asked.

   Pursing her lips before speaking, the fair skinned woman Northwinder continued.  “I've finally taken the time to go over my personal messages from Onora.  Apparently she took liberties on her personal leave...”  Keeva paused for a moment for effect before saying “...she says she knows where the man responsible for your parents death is.”

   Her words struck Alex like an autocannon shell.  “Where?”  He asked, and with her reply he heard more rails of fate click into place.

   “Canopus IV.”

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Free Worlds League
Tellman's Mistake
Foreland Expanse
February 23 3028


   Sorolynn Bruister maneuvered her Hermes II behind a pair of rolling hills that put her battlemech between the edge of the Foreland Expanse plains and the start of arboreal forest.  She relished the speed that her new ride could put out but at the same time resented her commander for tasking her lance with the cat and mouse game she was currently playing.  Instead of engaging in a stand up fight that she wanted in order to test her skills, Major Bishop had ordered her to lead her formation to bait the enemy OpFor with hit and runs in order to bring them away from the Privateers raiding target and closer to the tree line.

   “Raider One to team, hold ten then break cover for salvo.”  It had been the same thing over and over for the past two hours.  Now however, the forest was in sight and it was time to test her mettle.  Finally Sorolynn thought We're close enough to actually fight these mercs.  The green mechwarrior counted down from ten underneath her breath before pushing forward on her joysticks to draw power from her fusion engine.  The gyro of her Hermes II whined before the mech lurched forward again into a run. 

   Despite her machines high maximum speed of ninty seven kilometers per hour, Sergeant Bruister's medium was the third Privateer to break cover.  At a break neck pace, the pair of Scimitar's attached to her lance sped out onto open ground.  Through Sorolynn's cockpit shielding the hovercrafts autocannon fire almost sounded to her like song birds chirping, but she knew better than that.  The insulated canopy of her Hermes II protected her from the damaging roar the massive weapons would cause her hearing if exposed to it directly. 

   “With me mechwarriors!”  the young Sergeant cried into her comms as the enemy became visible once more.  Across the field making chase were the mercenaries tasked with protecting the League world, Lori's Bandits.  Sorolynn's HUD painted her first opponent for her, a Charger.  It was an assault class machine, but it's weapons payload was almost laughable.  It had steadily led the chase for its lance and the rest of the OpFors company.  It was closing fast, but not fast enough to avoid being chewed up by the Hermes II's autocannon.  As she pulled her main guns trigger, 'Lynn could feel mild vibrations ripple through her mech as it spit out the autocannons macro shells at high velocity from their chamber.  Thick armor on the Chargers left arm absorbed the blow of the streaming attack, but didn't appear to break. 

   Sergeant Bruister let go with another long range volley into the advancing enemy before juking her medium class machine to the right to throw off incoming fire.  As she did so the young Privateer noticed as the Charger took more fire from her lance mates, its own pilot twisted the huge mechs torso so that its left arm continued to absorb much of her units abuse.  During a brief lull in her offensive as one of her allies crossed her field of fire, a familiar nagging voice chimed in Sorolynn's neurohelmets ear piece.

   “Raider One, pull back.  You are still over extended and have not brought the enemy into the designated kill zone.”  For some reason Major Bishops voice chaffed on Sorolynn's every last nerve.  His planned game of cat and mouse was such a waste of her skill.  For a moment she strongly considered just ignoring the man as she continued to fight.  “Sergeant Bruister, retreat to the treeline now!  That's an order.”  Again the annoying backseat leader of the Privateers tried to take away her glory.  Finally she answered, anger in her words and adrenaline pumping in her ears.  “We reached your damned zone but you didn't act.  Come out and fight instead of hiding like a coward.”  'Lynns blood boiled with battle lust.  Thankfully no other comment was retorted from her arm chair Major.

   Being able to focus again at the task at hand, Sergeant Bruister brought her medium laser into play along side her autocannon against the much closer Charger.  The coherent light of her attack stabbed into the assault mechs right torso causing a black scar in its orange paint job, but to her surprise the Hermes II's powerful autocannon missed wide though luckily catching an enemy Stinger in its stream. 

   The battle was moving fluidly and Sorolynn's instinct told her the Charger was on the verge of breaking against her brutal attacks.  Her vision tunneled in on her foe as it ran at her spitting out its weak small lasers in an attempt to damage her colossus.  Another familiar voice echoed in her ear but unlike the other this one was welcome.  Gently it whispered Let them burn and in response 'Lynn toggled her flamer for an attack.  Liquid fire spewed forth in a dazzling display from her battlemechs left arm.  The inferno blackened her own colored paint job but the beautiful hell it unleashed was worth it.

   At the last moment as the Charger stepped past the fiery blaze Sorolynn Bruister's mind fully broke.  Through her cockpits reflective canopy glass her eyes widened as she saw the massive fist reach out through the roiling smoke rising from her foes torso.  The green mechwarrior wasn't able to hear her own scream as the sound of the assault mechs physical blow quashed all other noise with a deafening crash.  'Lynn would later remember seeing her Hermes II's view screen ripple before exploding from the impact and sending clear shrapnel through her arms, severing both off at the elbow. 

   Before darkness took her, the future ComStar adept saw the gore of her own dismembered limbs, but still couldn't hear her own screams.


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   Alexander Bishop stepped his Warhammer through the edge of the treeline just in time to see the enemies commander cave in the head of his Sergeants Hermes II.  Swearing under his breath he was at least relieved to see that the rest of his battered Raider lance was falling back.  Analyzing the enemy formation across the plains Alex could tell their heavy recon was buying time as a distraction in order to maneuver their slower fire support into place.  “Thunder lance.  Fire for effect on top of their recon support.  Let it rain until they pull out.”  Switching comm channels Major Bishop continued.  “Ok Battle lance, it's not ideal but our line in the sand has been drawn.  Push out towards the enemies main column under our umbrella and dig in your heels.  Make them come to us by focusing on their long range assets.”

   The familiar thrumming of his Warhammers fusion reactor grew louder as the Privateers leader throttled up into a run to push himself toward battle.  Exiting the trees along side of him in a rough formation were battlemechs newly christened as second company.  Alex's HUD displayed green pings that represented allies and he took note of his Marauder's, Orion's, Griffin's, and Wolverine's positioning.  Keeva's Black Knight was present as well but he had full confidence already in her ability.

   In truth Alex knew he held a superior number and fire power advantage over Lori's Bandits with the reinforced company he fielded, but the purpose of all this was to train his new recruits hard while securing supplies for his grown unit.  Already, like Raider lance, he was seeing weak links in his peoples skill set, but it was the trial by fire he needed to forge his pilots into a hard unit.

   Wisps of exhaust corkscrewed over head as Thunder lance blanketed the sky with LRM fire.  The combined output of missile fire from two LRM Carriers and his Longbow assault mech was staggering.  As time went on Alex was learning combined arms with vehicles was a slippery slope but when fielded appropriately could yield amazing results.  I do wish I had Anders unit here as well.  The new Major had found experienced infantry to be the key to bringing it all together.

   Following the cascade of destruction being sent down field, Alexander's Warhammer made range with the enemies recon elements.  Major Bishop didn't fire however.  Watching the scene unfold he suddenly felt that he didn't need to.  “Let them go.”  Alex said into an open channel that his people and those of Lori's Bandits could hear.  Staring out through his cockpit glass the Major watched as the enemy Charger burn along with a pair of Stinger's.  The once advancing mercenaries were now in a full withdrawal.  After seeing their own commander sent to ruin, they decided it prudent not to have the same happen to them.

   “To the warehouses.  Lets go collect our pay cheque.”  Alexander continued to watch the routing enemy.  You may keep your lives, but I know one man who will not.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #165 on: 18 June 2019, 18:27:42 »
Magistracy of Canopus
Canopus IV
Crimson City
March 1 3029


   The man leaned onto his balcony railing that over looked the down town area of Crimson City.  Neon lights hung bright above the smaller streets below and sounds echoed into the nights air that was the normal backdrop for his home.  Staring down, it wasn't the bustle of the cities ambiance that drew attention, but the architecture of his own hands.  Holding them out his eyes soaked in their shape and shades, wrinkles and cares.  All else was a blur behind the design of those two tools that had accomplished so much.

   “Time catches up to us all.”  He commented to the sky before taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly.  Age had become the enemy.  It seemed with the fourth succession war in full swing the universe was changing yet again and this time it was the old mans turn to be left behind.  He snorted at that thought.  “After achieving so much for my nation I am demoted to that of an insignificant adviser.  Oh my dear Kyalla if your mother were alive she'd have you beaten for being such a fool.  Pah! Forced retirement indeed.”  He knew in the coming war she wanted the Magistrix would miss his experience in such matters, but the petty queen to be couldn't see past her lusts and understand the complex web that was the world she lived in. 

   Wrapping his age spotted fingers tightly around the brass banister in front of him, the once spy master could not help but be reminded of the loose end that began his slide into dotage.  Three times in his life had he tried to kill Alexander Bishop-Centrella.  At least your parents had the dignity to die when told to.  The old man shook his head slowly in self disappointment.  “Who knew someone could be so damned lucky.”  Now as an insult to his ability, the mercenary was on his world again at the behest of the Magestrix to be hired to fight in her brilliantly ordained campaign.  “She invites vipers into her bed and doesn't even know it.”

   At one point to defend himself the old man had thought to tell Kyalla who the mercenary actually was.  He had decided against it though as he thought it better not to draw attention to one of his greatest failings.  To one of Tamara's biggest secrets.  In the end though it all had mattered not as Kyalla still discarded him like an ugly, useless carcass.

   Behind him, the door leading into his penthouse suite from the balcony suddenly slammed close.  The aging spy let go of the railing and did an about face turn.  There was no wind just then to cause that.  Someone just opened my front door.  His minded raced knowing a pressure change in his home would have sucked the door shut.  Reaching instinctively down to his hip for his fire arm, the man was disappointed to find no holster.  Blast it.  Why would I wear a gun at home.

   Lowering his posture the man crept to the door leading inside and listened.  There was no sound he could hear, but that didn't mean no one was there.  He weighed his options.  Did he risk opening the door and going on the offensive or wait and try to surprise the intruder if they searched the patio.  With no weapon he decided on the later and readied himself to strike.

   Time passed by slowly as he waited.  Carefully and deliberately the door opened.  The business end of a Needler came into view as its wielder made there way through the entrance.  A life time of experience kicked in and the man surged forward grabbing the enemies wrist.  Twisting hard he her a feminine gasp of surprise before his free hand wrenched the weapon away.  In retaliation the masked woman used the door to strike back and throw the spy master off balance.  As he fell backwards he fired a spray of needles wildly.  Some impacted the door but a high pitched squeal told him he had also tagged his assailant.

   After landing hard on his rear the man rolled back to his feet.  He could feel the age in his back but now was not the time for that.  Sprinting forward he moved in for the kill before the woman clad in black had a chance to recover.  Passing through the threshold of his home he saw her trying to crawl to gain cover behind his sofa.  “Not today.”  He said bringing up the Needler for the kill shot. 

   Then there were stars.  Falling forward from the blow the man hit the floor flat.  Groaning he placed his palms down and tried to rise.  There was two of them! He desperately tried to regain his composure from the strike to the back of his head but the world continued to swim.  He felt weight straddle his back the moment before he felt plastic smother his face.  Wiggling weakly he tried to free himself but to no avail.  His gasps for air was met with resistance and his last thought before his eyesight tunneled was how his lungs burned to breath again.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #166 on: 18 June 2019, 22:22:08 »
Just a little bit of good old vengeance. Great work Drunkninja.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #167 on: 30 June 2019, 17:22:29 »
Great story

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #168 on: 10 March 2020, 22:19:55 »
15,000 views. That blows my mind people keep reading this. My apologies for not writing more. I had a kid this year so my free time has shrunk. Really happy though people are still enjoying something I put a lot of time into! Cheers.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #169 on: 10 March 2020, 23:01:48 »
Hoping for more story, but understand you have priorities.
Besides I still remember B.A.M.B.( Baby ate My Brain) days with a new born.
Congratulations on the baby.
We will be here when your muse is not sleep deprived.
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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #170 on: 11 March 2020, 05:07:59 »
Congratulations.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #171 on: 11 March 2020, 16:31:49 »
congrats on the new ankle bitter in the family . there is never any free time for self . try it 3 more times and watch your hair become a thing of yesteryear .
whenever you get a free moment just remember your devoted fans await your return .
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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #172 on: 15 October 2020, 01:38:49 »
Well, I think it's time.  I've spent today re-reading this story I began to write.  I did like where it ended off, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about the directions I wanted to take it over the past year.  After going over this again I realize there's a lot of holes, but I figure I blame that on my amateur skill set.  I'm going to try and pick up where I left off and dust off Bishops Privateers.

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« Reply #173 on: 15 October 2020, 03:00:36 »
Great to hear, Drunkninja! I am looking forward to more of Bishops Privateers, and their adventures.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #174 on: 22 October 2020, 14:38:35 »
Magistracy Of Canopus
Canopus IV
Crimson City
May 3030


   It was a lot of money.  That was the only reason he was here yet again.  Alexander's military dress boots clicked on the marble floor of Crimson Citys palace as he approached its throne room.  Today he would visit the Magestrix alone.  The bad blood he knew Keeva still carried for the Canopian leadership weighed on her and he had no interest in bringing that into such a sensitive meeting.  Telling his fiery, pregnant wife that however had not been an easy task.

   The Major was stopped by the guards stationed in the waiting area outside of the Magistracy's seat of power.  As they checked his personal effects and identification, Alex thought he heard arguing past the heavy set doors that were lined with emeralds and gold.  Seeming satisfied with his credentials, the armed security personnel proceeded to open the decorated entryway and wave him through.

   Words still echoed off the walls from a heated debate that had been taking place only seconds before within the throne room.  All conversation abruptly halted with the Privateers leader entering the hall.  A page of the royal court suddenly announced “Major Alexander Bishop of Bishops Privateers” to the Magestrix and then immediately took their leave.

   Kyalla Centrella sat on her throne with a regal bearing.  Unlike his other visits with the woman where she had been dressed in comfortable gowns that let the imagination run wild, today the noble was clad in the uniform dress of the Magistracy Armed Forces.  Her posture was straight and eyes fierce.  A leader of many faces.

   There was a second woman with her.  Standing only a few bold paces away in front of the throne was a young officer that had an uncanny likeness to the Magestrix.  The glare she initially cast in Alexander's direction was that of disapproval, though her facial expression quickly changed to that of mild surprise then settled into a mask of neutrality.  It's true, I'm not as pretty as I use to be.  The Major thought to himself as he appraised the ranking pips worn by the stranger.

   Reaching the end of the carpet leading into the room Alex stopped walking.  It was customary to bow before royalty the young man had come to learn, however today he refused to give any such concessions.  It's time to start playing this game on even ground.  I'm not the same person you met years ago. 

   The small amount of disrespect immediately showed results as Alex watched Kyalla shift in her seat.  “Welcome to my home Major Bishop.”  The Magestrix spread her arms to entice her visitors view to take in the majestically decorated hall.  A blatant display of wealth.  “It has been some time since we had last met.  Congratulations on your units successes.  I see they have come hard earned.”  A smile crossed the rulers ruby painted lips. 

   “It helps when my enemies miss, Magestrix.”  Alexander raised a maimed hand to touch his purpled jaw line to draw attention to it and by extension her houses failings.  He could hear Keeva's voice in the back of his mind.  To deal with rulers you need to know how to talk through their verbal sparing.  Don't lose the high ground.  The mercenary did not follow up the barb with a smile and let his arm fall back down to his side.  “No matter where the battlefield might be.”

   “Words of wisdom to be sure, from such a young leader.”  A mock look of surprise crossed Kyalla's face as she pretended to notice the other person present for the first time.  “But where are my manners.  This here...”  The Magestrix motioned to the officer who now stood off to her side “...is my daughter, Emma.”  The young woman gave a single curt nod towards Alexander in recognition.  “She will be your Commanding Officer during the upcoming operations laid out in the contract we have proposed to you.  You are indeed lucky we have more work for you now that your existing garrison contract with us has expired.”

   I see the long game you play Kyalla.  Lets find out how much your ambition is worth to you.  “Though your offer is generous Magestrix, I have yet to give my signature of approval on any joint venture.  I cannot in good conscience approve of close integration with the 2nd Canopian Cuirassiers.  Bishops Privateers is not a house unit and despite the logistical advantages of doing so in such a large scale endeavor against potential line units, my people will be remaining autonomous and staying a separate military entity.” 

   Alexander`s interpretation of the contract offered by the MAF did not inspire confidence towards their long term goals for his unit.  Canopus had planned a large scale incursion into the Capellan Confederation and needed as much man and machine power as they could get their hands on.  Both of said items were a rare commodity in the Periphery and certainly came at a premium.  The clause that caught the commanders attention was that in order to maintain a protracted campaign against a Great House and its line units, the MAF wished to integrate the mercenaries into their command structure, if only for the war, to bolster one of their own units to endure a larger amount of duress from the enemy to ensure lasting cohesion and produce success.  To Major Bishop, it felt like a set up to potentially absorb his unit and war material if the opportunity presented itself on foreign soil.  The true nature of an Innersphere House incarnate.

   Magestrix Centrella leaned slightly forward on her throne towards Alexander.  “I admire your bravery Major and your unit, but I require strength for the task at hand.  If perhaps you commanded a full strength battalion, I would grant such a contract, but alas you do not and I cannot in good conscience entrust the goals of state to a reinforced company of mercenaries.”  Kyalla leaned back into her seat of power.  “I'm afraid even if I could, I would be hard pressed to find a liaison willing to work with you.  It seems you have a reputation of misplacing them.  The only contract I have to offer you Major Bishop has already been placed upon the table.  Please, accept it.  I wouldn't want this token of our friendship to be discarded.”  Threatening words from an ambitious house lord.

   “I can make it work.”  The words caught both Major Bishop and Kyalla Centrella off guard.  As eyes fell on Emma, the young officer continued while staring daggers into her mother.  “In the interest of the safety for my unit in Liao space, I'll find a middle ground that satisfies both the needs of the Cuirassiers and the Privateers.”  The Magestrix' eyes grew cold toward her daughter as she had just interfered in a carefully laid out negotiation. 

   The leader of Canopus smiled poison and turned her attention back to Alexander.  “It seems my lovely child wishes to extend to you an olive branch Major Bishop.  Such a noble offer indeed.”  Kyalla extended her arm and began to examine her nails as if the two meeting with her suddenly lost importance.  “Very well, I leave the mercenary contract to you daughter.  I have faith you will do your duty for our house. You both may now take your leave.  I have more business to attend to.”

   “Please follow me Major Bishop.”  Emma commented as she walked past Alexander.  “We have much to discuss.”  The young mercenary gave the Magestrix one last look, turned smartly on his heel and followed the MAF officer out of the throne room.

   

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #175 on: 22 October 2020, 20:47:45 »
Ninja,
   You have not lost it, thanks for sharing.
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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #176 on: 23 October 2020, 01:12:46 »
Excellent. Because the end results are known (It ends up being a bad idea for the MC post 4th SW), does this mean the end for this story?

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #177 on: 23 October 2020, 18:01:13 »
Capellan Confederation
Repulse
Nadir Jump Point
September 19 3030


   A wave of nausea struck Emma hard in the gut as reality stitched itself back together.  Claxon alarms sounded moments later and a females voice boomed over announcement speakers.  “Jump successful.  All ships accounted for.  No immediate threat from the planet at present.  Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Capellan Confederation.  All commanding officers please report to the bridge.”  That was the Canopian nobles queue to begin the invasion she had fought against tooth and nail to stop from happening.

   “Yeah, yeah once my eye balls stop spinning inside my skull.”  The young officer commented as she tried to brace herself against the jumpships hull next to a porthole.  The jump sickness began to pass and Emma's sight began to focus on the world around her once more.  Through the small, reinforced window her adjusting eyesight locked onto a distant object against the back drop of stars.  The blurring ceased and the Centrella born found herself looking at Typheus, Bishops Privateers jumpship.  Seeing the vessel reminded her of her direct dealings with the units commander, Major Bishop.  She had found it very odd that such a small mercenary unit had naval assets, let alone an Invader Class ship.  Though after learning this, Emma understood why Kyalla had taken such interest in the Privateers.  “Always the schemer, mother.”

   Pushing herself away from the porthole, zero gravity making her movement near effortless, Emma began her journey through cramped corridors and toward the Captains bridge.  Her mind continued down the rabbit hole of curiosity that she had toward the mercenaries she had at her disposal.  Another question that arose during contract negotiations with Major Bishop was why he had a third dropship with him.  When Emma had asked him about it all he had replied was “For the spoils of war and my family.”  The odd reply had kept any reprisal from the officer silent at that time.  It was an alien concept to her to bring your family to war with you, though as she let her mind digest the idea perhaps it was merely a part of the mercenary life.

   In order to thwart her mothers machinations concerning Bishops Privateers, Emma had decided to intervene during the beginning to what she thought would become a heated contention over the proposed mercenaries contract.  More out spite toward Kyalla's power playing than to actually caring for the sell swords the young noble was pleased when she was able to meddle in her mothers affairs and come out on top.  She had decided that all reports and records pertaining to the Privateers involvement in Task Force Duo would be cited under the umbrella title of the Second Canopian Cuirassiers.  This would produce an illusion of Emma continuing her mothers own plan for the mercenaries but at the same time still give the officer plenty of wiggle room to find common ground to hammer out an acceptable contract for the Privateers.

   The peculiar commander had caught Emma off center by the approach he had taken when negotiating.  Unlike any other unit she had dealt with, where the idea of capturing mechs was paramount, Major Bishop made it clear he was more interested in money and certain parts for certain chassis of machines if encountered.  It was almost more like a shopping list for groceries than a -I'll take everything I can get- approach that she had expected from a mercenary unit.  In the end they had found common ground on how her Regiment would utilize the reinforced company of mercs.

   Emma Centrella gently shook her head to try and expel her thoughts and focus on the task at hand.  Reaching the door that lead onto the Captains bridge, she operated its control panel and gained access.  With a hiss the door opened and she floated through and began her adventure into war.

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Re: Emerald and Gold
« Reply #178 on: 23 October 2020, 19:54:02 »
Always down for more Emma Centrella, thanks for sharing Drunkninja

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« Reply #179 on: 23 October 2020, 20:35:43 »
I've been reading up on the Andurien Crisis over and over for the past 2ish years now trying to figure out where the Privateers would fit in. I THINK I have it nailed down now so I can put it to the pen.  The material on the war isn't exactly detailed so filling in some gaps will be fun I hope.