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Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« on: 28 September 2013, 07:38:27 »
[[Posted 21-09-2006, 23:58:15]]

 
November 23, 3077, Arc Royal...

Outside the conference room, it was early planetary-spring, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of cut grass. Soldiers from the LAAF, Clan Wolf in Exile, the Kell Hounds, and Clan Jade Falcon were visibly present, and for once, not shooting at one another. 

Inside, the tension filled the air with the reek of barely controlled hostility and unwilling cooperation.

"...barely qualify as a warrior, what is she doing here?"  Star Colonel Jeremiah Malthus muttered, passing a barely-suppressed glare at one of the Lyran delegation.

"I assume she is here, because the Archon told her to be here.  The Watch has noted that when her people are supposed to work with the Exile wolves, or meet with them for some purpose, she sends someone else."  SaKhan Samantha Clees of the Jade Falcons replied in the same suppressed tone,  "That one avoids even the Exiles rather diligently."

"She brought a child with her.  Her own offspring?"  Malthus noted, his disgust almost, but not quite, totally taking over his carefully neutral expression.

"Technically, she is on a 'Medical Leave'.  I wonder how true the rumours are?"  Clees commented, adding, "I suppose the child is in a phase of Apprenticeship... of a sort."

"I think she's trying to sabotage the talks on purpose, bringing the offspring like that."  the Star Colonel commented.

Clees nodded, "Elizabeth Ngo certainly does hate us, and I am quite certain she would love to damage any possible negotiation, and she would certainly try to use 'unintended insult' as a means to that end."

"We should demand she be removed."  Malthus commented.

"I don't think I want to give her that."  the SaKhan replied, giving her aide an arch look.  "Politically, it would only strengthen her position domestically, and it would be counter productive for us."

"How so?" Malthus asked.

"Hell's Horses, and the Star Adders nibbling on our rear, the Blakists hitting everything in sight or jump-range with mass-destruction weapons-we are stretched too thin at the moment, and the performance of the emergency-forces deployed on this front has been...surprising, and not in our favour.  We need to win the peace so that we can prosecute the War. you understand, quiaff?"

the Junior officer nodded, "Aff, I do not have to like it, though."

"Neither do I.  We can have our revenge at these insults later...when the Clan can focus on extracting an appropriate vengeance."

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #1 on: 28 September 2013, 07:39:05 »
[[Posted 22-09-2006, 09:52:28]]


The Lyran side of the table...

"Could you leave the kid with a babysitter?"  Phelan was annoyed, "She is disruptive."

Elizabeth Ngo looked over at the Wolf Khan.  "No. Consider that I had that kind of supervision at her age, and would you say I turned out well?" She folded her hands innocently, and added, "Besides, she's my only living heir, and this is the safest place for her to be."

Amanda Ngo continued to focus on more important things-the spider making its way across the under-edge of the table was fascinating.  What the Grown-ups were talking about was...well, not as interesting as the ten-legged insect.

"Point."  Kell sighed, "Keep her under control and quiet."

Adam Steiner, Marshall of the Armies, cleared his throat, and began the speech-making.

To Amanda's eyes, the spider started to look...wrong.
It's too square. and shiny...

The Spider had stopped walking, and was apparently paying attention to the General.

she reached out, tentatively, and touched it-it was almost as large as her hand.

It was cool, and rough-not slick like it looked.

Not right. Not Natural.  WRONG. she thought.  Amanda noticed that the thing didn't shy away, either-like a real spider would.

Whatsit...hmmm. I wonder if... Her five-year-old mind worked furiously, and the answer was right-over-there.

"...finally stabilize the situation and put an end to the enemy that has..."

Un-noticed by Amanda, and most of the other adults, one of the Falcon officers was watching her intently as she carefully opened her mother's valise, and took out a hefty, metal-and-plastic, drinking mug.

Amanda was focused on the strange, not-normal spider.

the lid was tough, but...Momma says if you want it to work, you keep at it until it does.  she worked out how to brace the cup on the floor, and twisted the lid off with both hands-though the 'safety' on the lid was stiff enough that it hurt her thumbs as she held it down, and twisted.

The Spider was still paying attention to the man at the podium.

She forced the lid open, brought the cup up, and slammed it down over the 'bug' with an audible "CLunk".

Uh-oh....  one of the men-in-red-and-brown was looking at her with a scowl, along with most of the "Leeries" in their blue uniforms.

she mustered the best innocent-smile she could-and the cup started rattling.  The 'bug' was trying to get out, with clack-clack sounds as it attacked the inside of the mug.

Something hot touched her hand, and she let go of the cup with a very-disruptive yelp.

This drew attention from the Rest of the adults in the room.

Amanda's focus wasn't on them, though, she was looking at the red, straight, line burned across her fingers and palm. The cup hit the floor, and split along the same line.

Amanda was just staring for a moment.  the red-line across her hand was starting to bleed.

"It BIT ME!!" she found the words, and her hand was now bleeding heavily.  Amanda wasn't superhuman, she started to cry.

One of the guards had his head on- Warrior David Wolf was freeborn, and he knew that this wasn't Normal

The tiny robot was skitting rapidly away, but not so fast that the Warrior couldn't halt it by the most available expedient-driving his ceremonial vibroblade through the top of the device, and into the table.

across the table


"The offspring is injured, but the mother does not go to soothe her." Malthus noted, "This is wrong."

the Sakhan nodded.  "It is..." she cleared her throat, stood up, and said, "I thought you said the location was secure, Marshall.  It would appear that the youngster found a listening device, quiaff?"

The device "Killed" by the Wolf guard on the other side of the room was smoking.

Lyran side

"Get her to a medtech."  Phelan barked, and levelled a glare at Elizabeth.  He, too, had noted her lack of motherly concern.




Quote from: Axeman89, 22-09-2006, 09:59:37
Quote from: Cannonshop, 22-09-2006, 09:52:28
Amanda wasn't superhuman, she started to cry.
Ah, but her ancestors are!
When the trueborns are concerned by the "lack of motherly concern," something is wrong.

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #2 on: 28 September 2013, 07:39:36 »
[[Posted 22-09-2006, 10:55:44]]

 
Later...

"...cut through the cup with a laser.  Not enough laser to be a real weapon, but plenty to slice up a person, or a sixteen-guage stainless steel travel-cup.  The circuits-what we were able to save of them, are pretty advanced stuff, nice and compact.  I don't think the Spheroids could build this...at least, not the Lyrans."  Technician Virgil stated it with confidence. 

Samantha Clees folded her arms.  "Clan, then? someone in the Wolf watch?"

Virgil shook his head, "Neg... Comstar maybe...or maybe Word of Blake-the architecture is advanced, but the design needs refinement."  Virgil was the Senior Astech for the Jade Falcon delegation.  "REally a lovely piece of work, but it is more artistic than functional.  WE would have built a flyer, not a crawler... damn decent of Khan Kell to let us examine it first."

She looked over at the other non-warrior in the stateroom.  "What did you get off the cup-fragment?"

Scientist Peter "Frankenstein" frowned.  "Well... the rumours about the Ngos don't check out at all-no Amaris, or Not-Named DNA.  The girl's got some rather ugly recessives in her makeup, I would say from the gene-analysis that her mother is probably Epileptic, and prone to sociopathic or psychopathic tendencies.  Those are the recessives.  From what I was told about the Parent's behaviour in this incident, I would actually suspect that the sociopathy is dominant in the mother.  She did not react, because she lacks the empathic connection we usually see in freeborn families."

"So...you are saying...what, exactly?"  Clees asked.

"Elizabeth Ngo is exactly what the Watch profile marked her as-she's a sociopath with a neural disorder... and if this gene-profile is right, (we have about an 89% chance that it is), both the mother, and the child have a high percentage probability of exceptional intellectual development... If I were in charge of the girl, she would be shoved into a scientific-development path right now. I would not wait until she reached the age of ten.  I would not even risk the chance of her trying to become a warrior-it is not where her eugenic 'gifts' are, and those recessives would be a bad risk to the breeding programme."

The SaKhan dismissed the two civilians, and looked at her aide.  "Well... there goes that idea."

Malthus shrugged.  "I knew she was not acting like a proper freeborn mother should.  I had instructors at Sibko that showed more concern."

"So did I."  the Falcon SaKhan frowned.  "Why do you suppose the Lyran leader would put a person like that in the delegation, though?"

Wolf compound, same time...

"...suppose it is unusual, but hardly worth concern."  Ranna Kerensky said it uncertainly.
"Ranna, I had drill-instructors that showed more concern."  Phelan said, "I do remember my mom-she would have been furious, at the least. Duchess Ngo just watched intently while her daughter sat there bleeding on the floor."

"What did the tech-analysis say about the device?" Ranna asked, "Do they know where it came from?"

Phelan shook his head, "No, and I suspect the Jade Falcons will not be able to gain any more intelligence about that than we have.  The antenna-length indicated a fairly short-range, so whoever was controlling it had to be nearby."

"..and the Lyrans don't have clue, either, quineg?" Ranna asked.

Phelan shook his head.  "none."

"Have the Watch found where the controller was?" she asked.

Phelan shook his head.  "No."

"That is bad."

Infirmary, LCS Krunder

"...there you are, you're a good girl."  Dr. Shannon said, finishing the stitches, "I think...what's that behind your ear?"
He reached up along Amanda's head, and produced a Lolly.
She giggled, even while a part of her brain deduced how the sleight-of-hand trick was accomplished.

The lolly tasted good...




Quote from: Weirdo, 22-09-2006, 11:20:16
Little detail that caught at me: I'm assuming that at some point between the current canon date and the Dark Age, the Steiner corner of the universe goes back to being called the Lyran Commonwealth, I'm just not sure. But unless it happened sometime between your first and latest post, I see a reference to the LAAF and a ship with the prefix LCS, and one of those doesn't quite fit.

Rest of it is just great! I get the feeling we're going to LOVE little Amanda Ngo's antics. This section brings two quotes to mind:

From Groucho Marx: "A child of five could see right through this plan! Fetch me a child of five."

From...some song, I forget which: "Mommy's all right, Daddy's all right, they're just a little weird..."

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #3 on: 28 September 2013, 07:40:34 »
[[Posted 22-09-2006, 14:29:52]]

 
Stateroom 7, LAS Krunder...

"Peter let you get away with it, hell, Katherine let you get away with it for a LONG time, but I want the truth now."  Adam Steiner rounded down on Elizabeth, and levelled a single finger between them.  "Did you have anything to do with that?"

Elizabeth shook her head, "Nothing."

He straightened, and, hands now behind his back, began pacing.  "I see... and you didn't have any warnings?"

She shook her head, "Of course not.  Why would I have someone running a little spy-device in a room I'm already in?  Hellooo, 'Photographic memory'?"  she tapped the side of her head with her index finger,  "I don't exactly need assistance of that sort.  Besides, it's not like this negotiation is going to produce anything long-term, even if you get the Falcons to buy off on everything Peter's offering."

Adam stopped pacing, turned, and faced her.  "Really?"

Liz crossed her legs, and counted off.

"One, The Clans worship conflict and Warriors above everything else, this isn't going to change even if they agree to fight on the same side we are, at least, if we win.  Their culture doesn't value alliegances, even within their own Clans-a Clanner captured is a new soldier for the Enemy."

Adam cleared his throat, "I'm not as confident on that one, but I'll leave it on the table for the moment..."

Liz continued.  "Two, even if they're serious-which they aren't, and even if they mean to keep any agreements they make with us...they can't afford to.  How many attacks, major attacks, have they mounted since the Great Refusal in 3059, Six, Eight?  We've turned them back exactly three times, not including your foray into their weakened rear.  Once at Coventry, but they were under attack from the flank by someone else at the time, once at Jabuka, and once at Mississauga, for a net loss on our side of ten worlds, with five being liberated by the Audacity task-force.  As long as their Khans keep winning against our forces, they'll keep attacking to 'blood' their latest crop of warrior candidates.  The war between the Wolves and Falcons in the fifties would have been the ideal time for us to strike-and don't think they don't know that.  Backing down, or reaching an agreement with those they consider inferior is, in their system, bad politics.  I don't think Marthe Pryde or Samantha Clees are willing to sacrifice their positions by actually abiding a peace-treaty."

Adam nodded, "True... you have a third reason, or you wouldn't have numbered the first two."

Liz nodded.  "Yeah, Adam, you've fought them, but I don't think you understand them.  They aren't human, anymore than a rifle is human, or a Caspar drone, or that little-multilegged-thing in the conference room.  It isn't just culture, they're engineered, they're fleshy machines designed by out-of-control scientists to do one thing-they're killers, programmed to support a system of institutional slavery.  if we defeat the Blakists, which is still in doubt, we're going to have to fight the Falcons,and the Wolves, maybe the Exiles too.  It's all they are good for, and all they can truly comprehend."

Adam stopped, "That's going too far.  I've fought them, I've lived among them-they're people, Liz, just like everyone else."

She shook her head, "No, they do a good imitation of being people, but they're not-and when you start sympathizing with them, start thinking you understand them, you end up like Phelan-the-meat-puppet.  You'll end up being used by them, and whoever is really pulling the strings."

Adam frowned, "You don't trust Phelan Kell, either?"

Liz shook her head, "Not as far as I can throw him-given that I'm not all that big,n or strong, that's not very far at all.  He's a quisling, not much more can be said about him that really applies... kind of like a computer-geek that falls in love with a simulation."

Adam cleared his throat, "nice to see you're so open-minded about this."  he said sarcastically.

Liz shrugged, "I'm only telling you what should be absolutely obvious-whatever changes their little 'breeding programme' did, they're deeper than fast reflexes or an affinity for certain kinds of hardware.  The Clans aren't like any human society, you can't rely on human negotiation tactics or human desires.  They're about as human as a combat-drone, and about as trustworthy as a nuclear weapon with an unstable detonator in a preschool."

"Are you off your medication,.Elizabeth? You sound like a Paranoid." He said.

Liz shook her head, "no, my pills are my problem, your problem is being assigned to negotiate with the closest thing you'll ever see to extraterrestrial alien monsters."

"It's your problem too." he pointed out.

Liz nodded, "That is absolutely true."




Quote from: Nikas_Zekeval, 22-09-2006, 15:17:05
Hmm, I think it is more nurture than nature.  Clan Society is a lot like a bug hive, individuals are expendible as long as the hive as a whole and the queen survive.  Workers and Warriors are obvious, the Queen being the breeding program.  They aren't dealing with Aliens, but humans simulating an insect hive.

Still dangerous, and while Liz(ard breath?) is being pretty blunt, like a broken clock she can be accurate every so often.  I think she's comming at it from the wrong way, but the way Clan Society is structured they can't stop fighting, that is the only way Warriors get to reproduce.  War as a prostetic sex drive. :o  Capping that is like the Dilbert Cartoon on porn filtering software.  "So, you are willing to pit your intelligence against every teen out there with a computer and a sex drive?"

Quote from: Trace Coburn, 22-09-2006, 16:02:42
Quote from: Weirdo, 22-09-2006, 11:20:16
Little detail that caught at me: I'm assuming that at some point between the current canon date and the Dark Age, the Steiner corner of the universe goes back to being called the Lyran Commonwealth, I'm just not sure. But unless it happened sometime between your first and latest post, I see a reference to the LAAF and a ship with the prefix LCS, and one of those doesn't quite fit.

Rest of it is just great! I get the feeling we're going to LOVE little Amanda Ngo's antics. This section brings two quotes to mind:

From Groucho Marx: "A child of five could see right through this plan! Fetch me a child of five."

From...some song, I forget which: "Mommy's all right, Daddy's all right, they're just a little weird..."
[Looks at Small Soldiers soundtrack] Surrender, by Cheap Trick.  ^-^

And I'm with Axeman89: when trueborn pocking Clanners are criticising your (lack of) parental skills/concern for your offspring's welfare, you're definitely edging towards the category of, uh, "not entirely well."

But then again, there are certain schools of thought that say that that's actually a pre-requisite for obtaining/maintaining/expanding concentrated power, especially in these amounts and concentrations....  :-\

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #4 on: 28 September 2013, 07:41:13 »
[[Posted 22-09-2006, 21:45:59]]

 
Corridor 3, LAS Krunder...

"...your mummy's in a meeting with the Marshall, who's left orders not to be disturbed."  Petty-Officer Schwartz said.
Amanda looked up at the man.  "Oh...okay.  I'll be in the cargo bay, then." and she turned to scamper off.  The cargo bay was one of the areas that her mother had expressly forbidden her to investigate-mainly because it annoyed the ship's officers.

"cargo bay...HOLD ON!" 

Amanda giggled, and poured on the speed.  So far, she'd found that the ship was riddled with good hiding places, and a game of hide-and-seek until mother was done (and could make her come out) seemed like a decent way to pass the time.

Besides, Schwartz needs to play more... he's so sour all the time.

She reached the point where the corridor branched off to the 'down' lift-and a certain loose grating led into the spaces hidden in the Gazelle's wings. 

"Come BACK HERE!!" thundered from around the bend.  Amanda reached up, slipped the levers, and pulled the grating closed behind her just as the Naval trooper's boots came into view.

"Okay, Hide and SEE-EEK!!" she shouted, and dashed down the crawlway.

Behind her, she could hear the man cursing.

this is going to be FUN.




Quote from: shadrachvs, 23-09-2006, 03:46:32
Cannonshop... that last bit had me laughing so hard my Boss wanted to know what was going on... ah well he knows Im not doing jack right now anyway.

Intruiging story so far, really interesting... and um Little Amanda seems to be a perfect candidate for "Rogue 101"

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #5 on: 28 September 2013, 07:41:56 »
[[Posted 24-09-2006, 15:30:44]]

 
JFS Great Roc...

"...could not be worse.  We need them to accept the Clan Council's proposal, and they put the Savashri xenophobic stravag lunatic on their negotiating team."  Samantha Clees tossed her cape across a chair, and sat down, brewing in frustration, "I do not believe they want a deal at all."

"It would appear that way, would it not?"  Star Colonel Malthus agreed, and muttered  "Not Like Us..."  He looked thoughtfully at the wall as the SaKhan dropped into her chair and began going over reports from the multitude of fronts.

"What was that?" Clees asked, fuming quietly at apparent Hell's Horses gains in the Falcon rear.

"I was quoting something from a speech I heard, once, a few years ago... 'They are Not Like Us, they are not Human.  They look human, and they bleed, but they are not Human, like Us'..."  He paused, and looked at his superior.  "She was talking about the Clans-about the Wolf Clan exiles, on the floor of the Estates General, telling the other Lyrans that they could not be trusted."

"Interesting.  There is a point to this reminiscing, Quiaff?" Clees asked.

Malthus frowned, "Every point she followed with, was based on the writings of Nicholas Kerensky, or based on the rather accurate information that Stravag Phelan Kell handed to the Inner Sphere's leadership-information that was meant to justify his allegiance to the Clan."

Samantha stopped reading, "Do we have a copy of that speech, here? a Recording?"

Malthus nodded, and inserted a disc he'd been carrying in his pocket for days into the room's AV player.

The speech was short- forty minutes long, and Clees was surprised at the completeness. 


"So... the 'sociopath' believes we are the dangerous psychotics."  Clees commented, "This would be amusing if things were not so serious... it is interesting that she uses many of the things we pride ourselves on, as points against us."

"I found it more interesting that she calls Phelan Kell a 'quisling'... I had to look up the term, and the search was rather long."

"What is a Quisling?"  Clees asked.

"Vidkun Quisling was an ideological convert to the Nazis during the largest conflict on Earth during the twentieth century.  He turned Norway over to Adolph Hitler, and collaborated with the Third Reich throughout the war."  Malthus replied, adding, "I had to find a former History professor in a quarry to get that answer-it has been banned from our own histories for over two centuries." He looked at her sheepishly.

Clees laughed at that.  "What did you do with this former Professor when you finally convinced him that he could answer you safely?"

Malthus smiled, and leaned back, "I put him in the Watch, as an Analyst focusing on Political Intelligence about the Inner Sphere."

"Kael Pershaw would be pleased..were he alive."  Clees said,  "I presume he was also useful for finding other potential sources of sedition?"

"Yes...as a point of history, though, ovkhan, the Oathmaster was pleased at my recruitment of Reinhardt.  It was several years ago, before our strike in 3064."

"I did not realize this record was that old."  Clees admitted.

"Elizabeth Ngo took a very low profile for many years between 3058 and 3074.  She confined her activities during those years to her own world... this speech is a double-rarity, since it is one of only three times she actually attended a meeting of the Estates General since assuming her responsibilities on Kowloon."

"She seems quite the grand-stander, why the long period of quiet?" Clees asked.

"Building up.  Kowloon's 'standing' militia is roughly ten times the size the Law allows in the Commonwealth, and that does not include the reserve formations."  Malthus asserted this firmly.

"Intercepts do not suppport this." Clees pointed out, gesturing at a stack of intelligence data from the Watch.

"I read the dissenting reports more often than you do-which, if you recall, was why I tried to convince the Khan and the Clan Council that we needed a much, much, stronger force to take Mississauga."




Quote from: JediBear, 24-09-2006, 16:03:03
Couple of odd things here.
Why would the Jade Falcons have put a perfectly good history professor to work in a quarry? Clanners make work assignments on the basis of aptitude, and while I'm sure there is a great need for Laborers, I have rarely met a professor of anything (let along History) who would be better suited to working a quarry.

Since when have the Clans had banned histories? Especially regarding the Second World War or the Third Reich?

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Quote from: JediBear, 24-09-2006, 16:03:03
Since when have the Clans had banned histories? Especially regarding the Second World War or the Third Reich?
I was wondering that too, but I have the feeling it's because the totalitarian societies of the 20th century matched Clan society a bit too much for their tastes.
The Clans likely heavily-censor history and literature, leaving only the basics and stuff that supports their culture.

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Quote from: JediBear, 24-09-2006, 16:03:03
Couple of odd things here.
Why would the Jade Falcons have put a perfectly good history professor to work in a quarry? Clanners make work assignments on the basis of aptitude, and while I'm sure there is a great need for Laborers, I have rarely met a professor of anything (let along History) who would be better suited to working a quarry.

Since when have the Clans had banned histories? Especially regarding the Second World War or the Third Reich?


"Historian" in Clanner terms would be a Warrior, or a tech assigned to the Oathmaster, it's not exactly a "Useful" occupation-and in the kind of tightly controlled intellectual environment the Clans favour (we have a Canon example, Aiden Pryde's stash of old, banned,  books)..?
There is Truth, and there is Pravda-(please recall that Pravda "Means" truth...) to aid in assimilation, it would be necessary to handle "Intellectuals" the way that Mao prescribed (or Pol-Pot, depending on how radical you are).


Quote from: JediBear, 25-09-2006, 23:18:06
Quote from: Cannonshop, 24-09-2006, 17:06:14
"Historian" in Clanner terms would be a Warrior,

Nonsense. Warriors fight. Historians do something else entirely.

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or a tech assigned to the Oathmaster,

Or an artisan assigned to teach freeborn creches. Plenty of use for a teacher.

Even if there weren't, I'm still entirely certain that unless your history professor was an uncommon giant of a man (or an uncommon idiot of a professor -- and I've known a lot of professors, I remind you) he would have been assigned work outside a quarry. Waste not, want not.

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(we have a Canon example, Aiden Pryde's stash of old, banned,  books)..?

I can see banning philosophy and fantasy (Ayn Rand, for example, is right out) but History? I mean, what about WWII would make it so dangerous? When a society (especially one as free and open as the Clans...don't laugh, we both know the Clans are free and open compared to MOST historical societies) decides to ban something, it usually has a reason. It may be a good reason, but it has to be a reason, not just "The Clans are tyrannical, stupid bastards, so they ban every useful piece of history and burn all books."

Then again, this isn't really the place for such discussions. PM? Or should we start a thread?

Quote from: Krieghund, 26-09-2006, 06:09:42
It has been stated that the Clans took a deliberate step to "begin anew". As in history started when Kerensky was born.

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #6 on: 28 September 2013, 07:42:23 »
[[Posted 24-09-2006, 18:39:29]]

 
"The Ferryman" O-Club, Arc-Royal...

"...ten times the legal limit-and damned lucky for Peter that it is.  and That is why he sent her along, about the way that Victor used Travena-only, she isn't Doc." He set the glass on the table, and a steward filled it again.  Phelan's companion tonight was a Kell Hound, not a Wolf warrior. 

"So... your 'cousin' sent a nutter?" 'Mechwarrior Captain Grissom asked.

"Nutter... you could say that-she stood up on the floor of the Estates and called me a Traitor, and the Wolves a bunch of rogue, killer-robots...and she also called Uncle Morgan (Departed Companions), a dupe for 'letting me come home'."  He tossed another one back.

"Well... there are a lot of people who agree with what she said, Milord.  One a' the things we all learnt t'live with in th' Business, is folks don't always like what we are, or what we do." Grissom said it philosophically, and added "...we can't always draw someone on a side who's actually a friend."

Phelan nodded, and looked around the room.  Wolf warriors were scattered among Kell Hounds, and a few LAAF regulars.  "I don't see any of them." He muttered.

"Any who?" Grissom asked.

"Notice something? none of hers are in here-I gave them permissions for shore-leave, and I know she's got at least a company of those wet-navy types along for a bodyguard... just enough to remind everyone she's a bloody Noble, mind." He stood up, and looked more carefully at the crowd.

Not one.  He reached down, and pulled out his portable, hit the speed-dial.

"Provost, Spaceport and surroundings... It's the Margrave.  Where are the House Ngo guard troops?"  He waited for an answer.

"Sign out says most of the ones that came ashore went down to the waterfront, Milord... I've called the SP units down there, and they've got a count on them-same number went out on leave are now drinking at the Mermaid."

Phelan closed his eyes, and nodded, "Okay.  Keep your tracking on them updated for now, I will be checking in later. Out."

He switched it to standby, and put the portable back in its case.  "the Mermaid..."  One of the 'looser' LAAF officers sitting nearby seemed to perk up. 

"Posted off-limits, isn't it? Some kind of local toughs making trouble for anyone that goes down there?"  the guy was hammered, but clear enough to see realization dawn on Phelan's face.

"Savashri!"

The Mermaid, Dock district...

Ensign Dong-Ma sat back and flicked bits of glass off the front of her dress-blues, her feet on the back of a rough-looking man in 'outdoors' clothes.  The man's arms were shaking, and he was sweating.  "Now... isn't this much nicer, Mister Quan?"

WO Quan-Li-Huk shrugged.  "It's a bit quieter.  But I think our community-relations effort maybe isn't as good as it might be..."

A group of local thugs were still scrubbing the old, battered floor, under the watchful eyes of a squad of Coast Guard marines.  "The floor may look presentable by the end of the night, maybe.  I don't think most of these men know how to clean... Petty Officer Han! How is the Graffitti removal going?"




Quote from: Deathrider6, 24-09-2006, 18:44:11
The KCGM at it's best... ;)

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #7 on: 28 September 2013, 07:43:18 »
[[Posted 24-09-2006, 20:33:15]]

 
The Mermaid, 2345 Hours...

The first thing the Police-Militia heard as they climbed out of the paddy wagons, was off-key singing.  It was coming from within the bar, and the voices sounded... humiliated.

"...In the navy*
Come on, protect the motherland
In the navy
Come on and join your fellow man
In the navy
Come on people, and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy, in the navy (in the navy)"


"Come ON, put some FEELING in IT!! Bloody Stooges!!"


"They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit


If you like adventure
Don't you wait to enter
The recruiting office fast
Don't you hesitate
There is no need to wait
They're signing up new spacemen fast ..."


Worried looks were exchanged, and the Militia team pushed in the door.  What they saw was... hilarious.

Most of the singers were grouped along the back wall, half of them were at front-leaning rest, the other half were in an uncomfortable position commonly called "The Chair".   These were wearing the colours of The Docker Blades, while the ones at front-leaning-rest (Push up position) were wearing the colours of the Diablo Tong Monocycle club.  The director of festivities was an erect gentleman roughly half as massive as the smallest Diablos.

Around the bar, various members of both gangs were busying themselves with towels and scrubbing brushes-cleaning out corners and cracks between the floor boards, wall, and bar.

Around forty Military people dressed in dark-blue pants, black, neck-fastened jackets (with brass buttons), and white gloves were clearly in-charge of the cleaning efforts-between taking turns lounging and drinking.

The tables had fewer chairs than normal, and there were still signs of a very violent fight-and the Gangers were being forced to clean up the mess.

There was a small pile, on the bar itself, of pipes, chains, small handguns, knives, and a variety of other weapons, and a person who was clearly an officer was looking over a list, and making notes.

"What goes on here?" The lead MP demanded.

"Nothing-just a party...nobody here but us..and the Guv of the Pub."  the Officer replied, her accent was strongly hinted with traces of far away places.

She turned to the man supervising the singers, and said, "Switch 'em, I think I want more bass in the next go 'round, and the E-Key seems to be a little weary."

"Those are dangerous gangsters, ma'am..." Kaporal Wellen motioned to the gangers in the 'choir'.

"Nonsense!  The big one, there on the far, far, left, he's got a lovely tenor, when he's been properly inspired. Really, there's no trouble here."



* "In The Navy", by The Village People




Quote from: Trace Coburn, 25-09-2006, 01:13:37
Quote from: Cannonshop, 24-09-2006, 20:33:15
"Those are dangerous gangsters, ma'am..." Kaporal Wellen motioned to the gangers in the 'choir'.

"Nonsense!  The big one, there on the far, far, left, he's got a lovely tenor, when he's been properly inspired. Really, there's no trouble here."
Not any more, anyway.   ^-^  O0

Doesn't it just warm your heart?   O:-) [rockon]  I mean, this is the very model of a successful community outreach programme....   [applause]  ;D

Quote from: GBscientist, 25-09-2006, 07:41:30
Cannonshop, you've done a bang-up job of making the Ngos unsympathetic characters in your revisions.  I would really like to see Liz get stomped on by the Falcons, and I very rarely root for Crusaders.

Quote from: chanman, 25-09-2006, 08:37:46
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"Elizabeth Ngo is exactly what the Watch profile marked her as-she's a sociopath with a neural disorder... and if this gene-profile is right, (we have about an 89% chance that it is), both the mother, and the child have a high percentage probability of exceptional intellectual development...

Were she not the leader of Kowloon, Liz has the foundations for becoming one spectacular serial killer...

Quote from: Axeman89, 25-09-2006, 08:51:41
I'm sure some would say that she already is.

Quote from: Nikas_Zekeval, 25-09-2006, 13:17:52
Point, but what was the justification for her Vlad Tepes impersenation at Hepestus then?  In the original version it was rage at finding the aftermath of a Wobbie chemical weapon attack on civilians.  IIRC she gave the order just after personally seeing the bodies found inside an elementary school.  AFAICT a psychopath wouldn't have the empathy for the deaths of others to bother them like that.

She may be a psychopath, subtle like a two-by-four to the face and an absolute bitch, but on some things she is right.  That doesn't make her a nice person, but being a pyscopath doesn't automatically make her wrong either.

Coexisting with the Clans is basically agreeing to be fed to them at some future date, maybe after feeding everyone else to them first.  Without destroying them, militarily or as a society they will conquer you by inches if nothing else.  Their society would implode if they tried to be at 'peace' with their neighbors.

The Lyran nobles are NOT doing their job.  Part of the social bargin of fuedalism is that nobles get the power, in return for taking up the duty of protecting the people they rule.  They have failed.  The Ellises are six and a half times the size of the Jade Falcon OZ, yet it is the Falcons that pick off a world here, a pair there, a half dozen over yonder in training exercises for new troops!  They have had peace on their other major boarders, the FCCW aside the Falcons have been their only threat for nearly two decades, but it is the Lyrans that are slowly loosing.  By swamping with shear numbers alone the LCAF/LAAF should have been able to retake Falcon held worlds, but AFAIK they haven't retaken one, and only pulled a draw at Coventry because the Wolves choose then to strike the Falcons.  Oh and Victor bringing in lots of foreign troops helped too.  ::)

Either the LCAF is incompetent, or far more interested in priveldge and prestige than their duty to kill and break things for the safety of the realm, or their political/noble masters are.  Seems a situation like France in the late 18th century, hell that's a scary thought, a Ngo as a 31st century Napoleon.

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #8 on: 28 September 2013, 07:44:07 »
[[Posted 25-09-2006, 21:56:32]]


LCS Krunder, somewhere between decks, in the wing-section...

"...I was born, to rock the boat, *
Some may sink, but we will float,
grab your coat, let's get out of here...
"

Amanda heard the singing from just below her current hiding place, and looked down through the walkway grating.

An older member of the crew was working on a waste-line, and he was singing to himself.

"...You're my witness,
I'm your Mu-tin-eer.
Long ago we laughed at shadows,
Lightning flashed, thunder followed us,
you might never find us here...
"

It was interesting-also, what he was doing was interesting.

"Whatcha' doin?" she asked.  The man looked up without a start.

"Well, What have we here, a little ship-mouse?" he asked. 
Amanda could see his face, now-wrinkly and tanned the way only a life spent in space can tan someone. "Come on down where I can see you, child."

She monkeyed around the catwalk, and down a convenient structure-beam.

"It's not a mouse at all, Angus! it's a little girl."  He said, and she realized that the man wasn't alone- a five-legged cat with a blind eye was lounging behind the toolbox, where she hadn't been able to see it before.

"You're not a so-jer." Amanda said.

"Quite right-almost... actually, the Krunder was 'activated into service',  and so was I. Harry Stiles, this is the ship's cat, Angus... and you would be Amanda." He smiled again, and Amanda decided she liked his smile.

"As for what I'm doing, that's the primary hydraulics for the wing-landing-gear, and I just finished.  I take it your mom's still in the stateroom with General Sour-face?" Harry asked.

Amanda nodded, "Yeah.  Mom's doin' grownup-stuff... boring stuff."  Amanda said, "I miss Missus White, but momma said she had to stay home, she's got Jumpin' Dis-dis...she can't go on jumpships."

"Pity about that...I was raised on a Merchant... hard to think what being stuck on one world would be like, you know, for-ever."  He said.

Amanda nodded, "I promised her I'd be good, but it's so boring, an' they won' let me go anywhere 'cause it..." and she altered her pitch into a yapping whine, "Oh! Might Be Dangeerous!"

"I thought so... you give 'em the slip, then?"  Harry asked.

Amanda nodded, proudly, "Yup.  I play hide-n'-seek, an' they just walk past me."

"Shouldn't be too sneaky, Miss Amanda, grownups don't care for that.  I won't tell on you, but you got to promise me something first."  He said it with a deep, deep, sincere seriousness.

"What's at?" she asked, a flicker of suspicion.

"Don't tell anyone else about Angus-he was supposed to be dropped off at the Pound on our last stop-the LAAF Captain that took over my old boss's slot doesn't care for animals."  Harry said it with absolute seriousness.

"Okay.  Fair, deal?"


* "Mutineer" by Warren Zevon

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #9 on: 28 September 2013, 07:44:54 »
[[Posted 26-09-2006, 08:56:21]]
 
"Milord,

as your humble servant, I must request that you withdraw the Duchess of Kowloon from this Diplomatic Mission, or risk its total and utter failure.
I can't decide whether I think she's merely paranoid, or if she is Paranoid, Bigoted, and Insane.  I have met and known Refugees and warmongers that hate the Clans (Lord knows I do), but even THEY were willing to admit that the Clanners are human-beings that, on some level, could be reasoned with.
Your idea of using the child to moderate her behaviour is also a failure-see the enclosed reports from Dr. Shannon's examination.  There was also a minor incident in the civilian areas of town.
I'm sure Phelan has probably sent a similar request, for similar reasons to my own. 
The woman is nuts, Milord.
Adam Steiner, Marshall of the Armies and Margrave of the Melissia Theatre.
"


"It is clear that the Lyrans have brought her as a negotiating tool, possibly to project an image of strength when they present their counter-offer.  It is a clumsy ploy, mostly because it is so obvious- Adam Steiner, the Warrior, is meant to be the 'good Lyran', while Elizabeth Ngo is obviously to play the part of 'bad Lyran'.
I believe this is a sign of weakness in their position, and expect that we can, with very little risk, achieve a favourable outcome..."





Quote from: JediBear, 26-09-2006, 09:12:54
Both seemingly accurate analyses.

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #10 on: 28 September 2013, 07:45:22 »
[[Posted 26-09-2006, 09:55:56]]


 
"The success of Attila the Hun can be traced to one additional thing-beyond his own ability, he was facing an enemy in Rome that was unable or unwilling to resist, and more importantly, counter his attacks..."
-Elizabeth Ngo


Conference Chambers, 25 November, 3078...

"...offer to refrain from further trials against the Lyran Alliance for ten years, in exchange for the withdrawal of Lyran forces from certain contested worlds, and transfer of payments for damage done by insurgents to infrastructure on several worlds inhabited by Clan civilians."

Elizabeth leaned over to Adam's side, and muttered, covering her mic, "Tribute? surrendering worlds, and tribute, and for a temporary break?" her tone, muted and whispering, dripped with sarcasm,  "Paying them to rebuild and attack us later."

"Shh... one wouldn't expect them to ask for less than they expect, would you?" he muttered back.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, snorted, and flopped back in her chair. "Millions for defense, not one penny in tribute." she muttered, "That is the only way to find peace."

Adam leaned over, and tapped her on the arm.  "He's sitting down."

She rolled her eyes, and shrugged.  "Present the Archon's offer, Elizabeth."

"It's...disgusting.  Wrong." she muttered "History-"

"It's your job.  Do it." he put all the emphasis he had into the order, almost raising his voice to the level that the rest of the room would hear it.

"Okay, but it's eating shit for a peace that isn't going to happen." she muttered back, and stood up.

"Well, it's good you did not talk our ears off, Now that you've presented your desires, here is the Archon's offer..."




Quote from: Krieghund, 26-09-2006, 12:42:35
I'm curious why they are offering tribute and a temporary cease-fire. Phelan must have let them in on the fact that the Clans are a society based on war. Do they think Marthe won't learn from Ulrics example? The Falcon counter-offer should be along the lines of," (1) A pullback of the LA from all plantes gained in Op: Audacity. (2) Blair Athol is to remain jointly administered. The LA will send veteren/elite units there. (3) The LA will restrain the WiE from interefering wiht the Falcon OZ. (4) The LA will refrain from raiding the Falcon OZ. After that, then you can have your ten year moritorium on invasion.

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #11 on: 28 September 2013, 07:45:49 »
[[Posted 26-09-2006, 23:01:15]]


 
"...one of the most important things Peter ever said to me about her was this: 'If you know what a psychotic's motives are, you can make them do anything'.  He never told me exactly what his leverage on Elizabeth Ngo was, even when I asked. He said only that 'it should be plain and obvious, Adam. Look at what she does, not what she says.'  I still don't understand what he meant, but she did what he told her to do, even when she openly despised it..."
-Adam Steiner; Profiles in Leadership, Melissia City Press, 3085

LAS Krunder...

"...so, doesn't it bother you?" Harry asked, and gave Amanda one of his sandwiches.  They were sitting on top of the portside primary tanks. 

"Nope. Mama's busy doin' important stuff.  Everybody loves her 'cause she works so hard." Amanda said, and added, "Missus White says mama's the best thing ever happen to Kowloon."

"But...your birthday?" Harry asked, his eyes wide.

"She's busy.  Right now, that-steiner-bastard has her givin' the store away to the space-nazis.  It makes her mad that he wants her to do that, but it's like bedtime or eating 'uspargrass,  she has to 'cause if she doesn't, she'll get it."
The cat wandered back from where it had gone, and butted Amanda's arm.  she reached over and stroked the soft fur, which generated a purr.

"What do you mean, 'get it'?"  Harry asked.

"Not sure, but it sure has mom scared.  It makes her mad, too.  It's usually better to stay away when mom gets upset."  Amanda said it with certainty.

"Has she ever gotten mad at you?" Harry asked.

Amanda thought about it, before she said,  "I don't think I should talk about that."

Harry cocked an eyebrow at her, and frowned.  "My folks used to get mad at me-why, when I was ten..."


Six hours Later,  Stateroom 7, LAS Krunder...

"Well, Doctor Stiles, what's your evaluation?" Adam asked, as 'Harry' relaxed on a chair.

"Neglect, pretty common with Noble families, The girl is mentally on the smarter side of ten, which fits with what my review of her mother's school-records showed.  No pre-cursers for the emotional instabilities, though-kid's remarkably grounded.  I don't think her mother's taken to beating on her-at least, not yet, who knows? she might never raise a hand, but..."

"But." Adam looked at the child-psychologist, "What's the 'But'?"

"I would say that little girl has most of her impressions of 'mom' from a decidedly...outside view. Margrave, if I were a betting man-and you know I'm not, my money would be that as soon as Elizabeth squeezed the baby out, she was handed off to this Mrs. White, with no more thought afterward than you might give to a dog."  Stiles sipped his coffee, and added, "It's right in-keeping with what happened in the conference room."

"But otherwise, she's healthy, and sane?" Adam asked.

"Oh, no more insane than any child with a good imagination and slightly-above-average intelligence."  Harry said, and added, "The cat likes her, and that's usually a good sign."

"I can't believe I'm basing my recommendation to the Archon on the impressions of a cat..."

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #12 on: 28 September 2013, 07:46:16 »
[[Posted 27-09-2006, 22:29:44]]

 
Stateroom 3, LAS Krunder...

"I did what I could, but I think the Archon is going to send back orders that the Falcon's offer stands."  Elizabeth Ngo groused.

"Well... that's a Lyran problem."  Commander Hu folded her hands, and gave the Duchess a neutral expression.  "If they want to place their security on something that flimsy, it is none of our concern, so long as it holds until the current crisis is past."

Elizabeth  looked at the Coast-Guard officer with a frown.  "You think I don't know that? you think I wanted to let them take our young men and throw them into their war?"

Hu shook her head.  "I know better than that, Duchess.  And so does the Assembly... but this chasing off on diplomacy for them is not doing any good for you, or us...other than keeping them from interfering."

"Yeah...and you're watching me, for the first slip, aren't you?"  Elizabeth said with a snarl.

The Coast-Guard officer shrugged, "Supervised Visitation, I'm acting as a representative for the Court, making sure that your known problems don't interfere in Amanda's development.  If you have a problem, discuss it with the person who wrote the Constitution for your Grandfather... Or the Judge. in the meantime, I and my security detail are here to preserve both of your lives, and to protect the welfare of the child."

"How will you do that if Adam, or Phelan, decides that a Lyran fosterage is in her best interests-it's a long way from your normal jurisdiction."

Hu shrugged, "I'll do what I must-unless they can produce a paper signed by a Judge from the Nha Tranh district of Kowloon, I'm legally and dutifully obligated not to permit the action-up to, and including, my death, and the death of my men.  Comes with the Uniform, you know."

The hatchway opened, and Amanda came in-accompanied by a Corpsman and two Coast-Guard Marines.

"How was your trip, honey?" Elizabeth asked.

"I saw a 'saurus, and a Tab'ranth, and they let me ride a horse..." the little girl's litany of her visit to the local botanical gardens ran on and on for over a minute.

Elizabeth seemed to be soaking up every word, but Hu wondered; How much of that is for my benefit, and how much is for hers?  In her pocket, the Warrant felt heavy again, and the responsibility of keeping from the Lyrans how much power the Duchess of Kowloon didn't have gnawed at her.  If you only hadn't gone over the line...if you had only not gotten seen doing it...well, too late now.  Things will straighten out when Amanda is old enough, and we don't have to pretend anymore.

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Re: Standards and Decisions (A Ngo story by Cannonshop)
« Reply #13 on: 28 September 2013, 07:48:15 »
[[Posted 28-09-2006, 01:11:01]]

 
"...total and complete withdrawal from worlds captured in 'Operation Audacity.

Point Three: Continuation of joint-administration of Blair Atholl, with the stipulation that the garrison there consist of proven units of Veteran to Elite Standing, drawn from the Lyran Government's military.  Mercenary Presence, or the use of "Emergency Regiment" conscripts will void this accord, and will be interpreted as an act of war.

Point Four: The Lyran Alliance agrees to terminate all covert aid and operations within the Jade Falcon Liberation zone, and agrees not to initiate support for new operations and/or insurgencies.

Point Five: The Lyran alliance will restrain the Dark-Caste "clan" Wolf-in-Exile, and actively prevent them from raiding into the Liberation Zone held by Clan Jade Falcon.  Clan Jade Falcon recognizes the Lyran Alliance's right to attack Clan Wolf's Liberation zone, and will not interfere in Lyran operations on that front.  Clan Jade Falcon agrees not to raid worlds garrisoned by the so-called "Clan" wolf-in-exile for the duration of their portion of this agreement.

Point Six: The Lyran Alliance agrees to recognize Clan Jade Falcon as the legitimate Governing authority on worlds held by that Clan from 3058, up to the Present, and promises to suspend and actively prohibit any attempts by Lyran Citizens to foment revolt in that area against that legitimate, lawful government.

Point Seven: The Lyran Alliance will suspend any and all raiding of Jade Falcon assets.

Point Eight: The Lyran Alliance will extend the right of "Freedom of the Spaceways" to Jade Falcon Merchant Vessels, will not interfere with, board, or search Merchant vessels that enter Lyran systems except under specific, reasonable circumstances including customs inspections, rendering medical assistance, rescue work, and other legitimate, non-aggressive, and necessary circumstances.

Point Nine: Clan Jade Falcon will render assistance to the Lyran government in apprehending the criminal organization known as the Word of Blake, with the requirement that the Lyran alliance provide any required assistance in the conduct of these operations, for the duration of the current crisis as determined by the Clan Council, and agreement with the LAAF High Command.

Point Ten: No further employment of non-Warrior or Non-Active Military Personnel in High-Level diplomatic contacts will be tolerated by Clan Jade Falcon.  Officers designated to carry on negotiations in the future, must have a proven, and recent, combat record of suitable and confirmed pedigree, in which said officer has personally participated in the combat phase of operations in a role that required said officer to personally engage enemy forces with weapons.

Conclusion: Clan Jade Falcon will suspend raids and attacks against Lyran worlds, except such military actions as are necessary to reclaim worlds surrendered by the Lyran Alliance in this agreement, for ten years' time.  The Lyran Commonwealth agrees to recognize the legitimacy of Jade Falcon holdings and suspend any and all attempts, both covert, and overt, to alter this situation, whether by official, or unofficial means.  No mercenary forces nor 'emergency/temporary' or Reserve forces from the Lyran Alliance may be stationed on Blair Atholl, and Falcon Merchants will be guaranteed the right to ply their trade in safety on Lyran worlds...

-Text of the draft version.
Unbelievably, the agreement lasted far longer than critics predicted...

Archon's temporary command centre, Donegal,  November 27, 3078...

"We have an agreement..." Peter said with a sigh.  Relief showed on faces throughout the room.
"We have one, god help us...and it's less than I thought we'd give up getting it."

He walked out of the room.

"What did we lose?" Hauptmann-General Daniel Russell asked.

"Oh, they can run their ships practically at will through our systems, we can't attack them, we've got to pull out of every world Adam re-took during Audacity...and from now on, we have to have some gun-bunny with lots of rank to even talk to them."  Lars Matuschek, the senior intel man present, fumed, "along with that, we're supposed to suspend about forty covert-operations and shut them down, or we have a hands-on-war, instead of just raiding...and we have to run herd on every 'free Tamar' and 'Clans-Out' group out there, because we're now obligated by treaty to prevent them from interfering with the Jade Falcons...and we finally have to recognize 'em as the legitimate government of that area of space."

"We got reamed." Russell said, as he looked over the text-type of the document.

"Yup, reamed.  Your neice is losing her touch, I think."  Matuschek said.

Daniel looked over the paper at him.  "Elizabeth lost her touch a few years ago, Mat... she shouldn't have been on the team at all."

With that, he walked out into the corridor, and almost into the Archon.

"She's lost it."  Peter said.

Daniel nodded, "Lost it... yeah, but she's still popular with her own folks domestically, and right now, we need to use that."

Peter turned and looked at him, sad-eyed and depressed.  "Katherine wasn't...I mean, she wasn't bad, like she turned out.  I know how you must feel..."

Russell shrugged.  "Your Highness, I don't think you do.  I knew she was...well... I knew she wasn't a nice person a LONG time before she turned eighteen.  It's one of the reasons I agreed to take Patrick off her hands.  I didn't know then what I know now, or I might...might have pushed a little harder to get something done about that personality cult of hers."

"Still can."  Peter offered.

Russell shook his head, "No, Milord, we can't.  It's not as simple as deposing an appointed noble at this stage-she's not really in charge anymore, we'd end up having to ram whoever you appointed down the throats of the most heavily armed single-world population in the realm, because whoever you put in there, would be run smack-up against the civil government that really IS running the show...and they like her."

Peter nodded sadly, "And we're at war, and we're drawing on that system she's got pumping out cannon-fodder for the Alliance."

Russell nodded, "Bingo.  Hole in one."

Adam brightened, "she cut the son out, but the daughter..."

"..is a 'Ward of the Court', and has been practically since the moment she was born." Russell finished for him, "Current foster-care provider's a nice lady named Margritte White, her son's currently running Ngo Industries for Elizabeth...actually, running the company in her stead, since even the Board isn't stupid enough to let a crazy lady run the firm.  They are holding it in trust for the Daughter."  Russell sighed, "which makes her damn-near untouchable unless you want to out-and-out declare that the rule of law doesn't apply when the Archon wants something.  Make you REAL popular with what's left of your support in the LAAF..."

Peter snorted.  "Yeah.  'real' popular, popular like a Blakist in a survivor's convention."

"We'll see what we see."




Quote from: GBscientist, 28-09-2006, 03:24:09
OK, that makes more sense.  Nice to see that the Elsie civilians are smart enough to keep confirmed dangerous individuals from having free reign.

I'm also glad that you didn't write Patrick out entirely.

Quote from: Nikas_Zekeval, 28-09-2006, 04:09:41
Why are they blaming Liz for getting reamed on the Falcon treaty?  She basically got handcuffed so she couldn't do more than parrot the Archon's offer, her views on how to negotiate, what to offer, etc seem to have been dismissed.  Or did they expect her growling in the corner would give them a better bargining leverage with CJF?  i.e. 'deal with us, or you have to 'deal' with her'?

Quote from: Krieghund, 28-09-2006, 05:05:13
I always felt bad for Patrick. Getting screwed out of your inheritance, getting screwed out of your parents, just plain old getting screwed. CS, I hope you don't put him back on Kowloon again. Or even better, have him as a Bondsman in CJF.  ::)  That ought to really please Liz.

Quote from: Cannonshop, 28-09-2006, 08:03:07
Quote from: Nikas_Zekeval, 28-09-2006, 04:09:41
Why are they blaming Liz for getting reamed on the Falcon treaty?  She basically got handcuffed so she couldn't do more than parrot the Archon's offer, her views on how to negotiate, what to offer, etc seem to have been dismissed.  Or did they expect her growling in the corner would give them a better bargining leverage with CJF?  i.e. 'deal with us, or you have to 'deal' with her'?

Someone always has to be blamed.

Of course, pinning hte blame on the most junior member of the negotiating team wouldn't fly with the press at large, and Peter's going to find out that most people will be blaming HIM for putting her on the team in the first place. (well...his Heirs might figure it out...)

Quote from: GBscientist, 28-09-2006, 03:24:09
OK, that makes more sense.  Nice to see that the Elsie civilians are smart enough to keep confirmed dangerous individuals from having free reign.

I'm also glad that you didn't write Patrick out entirely.

I didn't write Patrick out, because... his existence, and his "Separation" make sense.   Liz when she was younger, wasn't 'Confirmed Dangerous'.  she was a crafty, clever, and ruthless person, but she wasn't prone to psychotic episodes, or violent rages.  The Falcon doctors have it wrong, but it's understandable why-Elizabeth is a result of the warning from "Mother Night"- be careful what you pretend to be, because in the end, you are what you pretend to be.
Her "Legal Status" at home is known only to a select group of people.  Russell knows, because of the adoption papers he had to sign that were forwarded by courier from Kowloon.  Now Peter knows because Russell told him.
the Coast Guard knows because they're technically "Department of Public Safety", (remember-short of a declared emergency, Kowloon's been running itself, and the Coasties aren't "Family" troops-they're sworn to Kowloon, not its Feudal lord.), but it's on a "Need to Know" basis.  Naturally, certain members of the government and Ngo Industries know it-it's not a public fact.

Publicly, Elizabeth's large-and-in-charge as far as the average 'loonie is concerned, and as far as the average Klaus in the Alliance knows...(and, as far as the Falcons know.)  She hasn't been actually governing since 3069, when she appointed a local regency in order to fulfill her personal military obligation to the Lyran Alliance (this corresponds to when she put Adam White in as her 'proxy' in the firm.)
She slipped over the edge in '71, and lost it utterly during the Hesperus action in '72.  When she got home, her Regent, and Mr. White, gracefully edged her out-of-power without openly removing her.  She's a figurehead until the time of her death in 3084.  (this is also why Amanda had to run the crackdowns she did on the Assembly and the Company- abuses of power had to be rectified, and it explains why Amanda relied so heavily on the Coast Guard, instead of Corporate or Ground Force troops when she asserted her authority in '84 and '85.)



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