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Re: The Administrator
« Reply #60 on: 01 April 2020, 18:57:32 »
Crossover to "And I feel fine ..." FTW! Ia! Ia!
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Re: The Administrator
« Reply #61 on: 01 April 2020, 19:24:05 »
Clanners going INTO the quarantine zone?!  How bug-****** crazy are they??  ???

No, it is "What's so ****** scary that running into a death plague is the good choice?"  IIRC the Alurla Plague not only leaves Clanner survivors as asymptomatic carriers, in effect permanently confined to the Quarantine Zone, but also has a higher lethality for them.

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« Reply #62 on: 01 April 2020, 19:32:54 »
Worktroll: FYSA, the censortron also apparently changes the number of characters involved, so simply typing "*" for each letter isn't as obscuring as the censortron… Might be worth discussing among the mods...

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« Reply #63 on: 01 April 2020, 19:57:07 »
Noted  :-[
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Re: The Administrator
« Reply #64 on: 01 April 2020, 20:03:59 »
Sorry to bring you down on this of all days, but I thought it was important to note...  :-\

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« Reply #65 on: 01 April 2020, 21:17:08 »
[out of story]

Alright Guys, time for another fine "Make your speculation!!"

I am looking for two things, throwing them out there for the designer types.

1)  Design a Clan Warship with Warship Stealth.   you've seen what it looks like from the eyes of Inner Sphere units-they can't get a radar lock on it but they CAN see the drive plume from the fusion engines.  Mass should be between 250K tons, and 450K tons. 
we know it has Missile armament and Naval Autcannons, but haven't seen energy weapons yet.  obviously, given the dirty nasty bastard tactics they're using, these are probably not Warrior Caste, or even mainstream Clanners, but Scientist Caste or Bandit Caste with advanced hardware of the "Clans do everything better than you" nature.

so get goofy with it.

[/out of story]

I posted my idea and some stealth speculation on the design board.

https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=68771.0

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Re: The Administrator
« Reply #66 on: 01 April 2020, 21:32:50 »
the description of that ship sounds a lot like the Stealth Frigates from The Expanse. [Video breakdown]

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Re: The Administrator
« Reply #67 on: 02 April 2020, 16:57:02 »
Places of Note in this 'verse, slang, slanguage notes, and other random bits...

Mandaoaaru Key Station: This is what happens when you freeze the bulk of cross-border traffic for a couple generations.  Mandaoaaru Key is a collection of hollowed out asteroids, salvaged dropships, repurposed satellites, and deliberate, intentional construction done in null gee in mid-system belt of the Mandaoaaru system.  With a population estimated at just under 500,000 permanent residents, "The Key" is possibly the second largest city in the system.

That's right, second largest city.  The largest being the capital of Queensland City on the Dutchman Escarpment on Mandaoaaru planetary proper.

The "Permanent" population of The Key aren't the maximum population-the transient population using "The key" is estimated to be roughly an order of magnitude greater, thanks to the ready access to various Greenhouse hydroponic projects run throughout the system, and rich mineral sources of remarkable purity in the in-system belts.

Mandaoaaru Key physically resembles  kinetic sculpture made of random junk, connected together with a webwork of pipes, girders, trestles, cables, and manic willpower, with a number of spinning structures set at odd angles and positions throughout, all connected to a long docking line to a series of vacuum gantries for ship docking and repair.


Setting-specific Slang

"Sirrah/Mum":  This is a shift that began in the late 3060s and proliferated as the Coast Guard absorbed english-speaking Lyrans in the Quarantine zone to fill continuously draining rosters and staff ships they were rolling out of the Boojum yard faster than they could recruit Kowloonese natives.  In use and common practice, "Sirrah" is an honorific used in the same manner as "Sir" when referring to a senior officer who presents as male, while "Mum" is used with those presenting as Female in a Command position, in both cases this practice only exists within an immediate chain of command, such as a Platoon, Ship, or Patrol.  The Use of "Sir" or "Ma'am" is still applied to Civilians, Senior Military officers of Flag Rank or those officers not in an enlisted or junior officer's immediate chain of command.

For example, a Coastie Marine addressing their Shipboard Division officer or immediate commander will use 'Sirrah' or "Mum", but when addressing an LCAF Colonel or LCN Admiral, will use "Sir" or "Ma'am".  Likewise for addressing civilians of any social class, or even nationality.

(Ex: "Excuse me, sir, but you can't sleep on that ventilation grate, would you like me to help you to a comfortable holding cell?" or "Excuse me, Ma'am, but your competitor down the street only charges five kroner for that act of carnality, and I do not wish to overpay.", or "Your Pardon, sir, but I believe your mother provided a fine oral service to the members of another platoon, last night, for a nickel." or, "Yes, sir, you can find the docking bay you are looking for by following the bright orange line painted on that bulkhead.  Have a pleasant day.")

"Torpedoes": Reference to capital grade missile munitions utilized in an antishipping role.  This comes about due to the sheer number of missile types in use, from shoulder-fired to fighter-scale to subcapital to warship grade.  "Torpedoes in the Water" indicates that capital grade missiles have been fired, either by friendly or enemy forces.

"Guns" (capitalized as a proper noun):  A ship's gunnery officer.

"RTO" or "Artoo": the on-duty Radioman on a Cutter or light Frigate, or the on-duty radioman assigned to a platoon of Marines during boarding actions, surface landings, or garrison patrols.

"Doc": Common parlance for a ship's senior medical personnel-most of the time, an E-5 or above Corpsman. 

"Doctor": Medical personnel of O-1 or higher, or specialist Warrant officers in a scientific field, requires a PhD.

"Gunny": Enlisted Marine of E-7, short for "Gunnery Sergeant" (Not to be confused with "Guns")

"Egghead": Warrant officer subject matter expert (non doctoral degree).

"Pogue" (spelled "POG"): "Person, Other than Grunt"-enlisted or officer rating in a rear-line position.

"Remf" (spelled REMF): Rear Echelon Mother ******.  Officer ranked personnel with no field experience in a rear-line staff position, typically in the planning or public relations departments, and always applied (out of their hearing) when referencing Personnel Command (PERSCOM).

"chit": a favor owed, or a favor offered. (From payment chit, the digital form pay is tracked using.)

"Dirtyfeet": Personnel (not necessarily Guard) born on a planet.
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« Reply #68 on: 03 April 2020, 07:44:17 »
KCGS Ia Drang, Winter System, 6 AU from the system's stellar primary...

Wreckage was spread in tiny, widely spaced glittering fields. 

"Founder..." Captain Emily Falcone watched the plot as ship's boats swept through the debris of the battle, looking for anything large enough to contain a body, any one who might have survived the battle, anything that might have recorded what happened after the Kelli Whyte's black box went offline.

further out in the search area, local singleships from various Rockjack coops, collectives and companies were assisting the search.

Two cutters had fought here less than twelve hours ago.  the destruction was a touch more total than is normal-both of them had been rendered.

"Thorough.  they were thorough this time." she murmured.  "not enough to cripple the ships, or even kill them, they went after the debris..."

not right, they went after anything that might be a witness.

including the witnesses.

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Re: The Administrator
« Reply #69 on: 03 April 2020, 11:07:11 »
Remember The Canterbury!
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« Reply #70 on: 03 April 2020, 19:25:50 »
Spider Moon CGNAS...

"...able to recover sufficient material in the salvage effort to account for the Kelli Whyte and the Hulo, your Grace, we found enough differentiated remains in the debris field to account for all but three personnel."

"So the probabilities of survivors are very small."  Her Grace Sharon Ngo said.  "They didn't take prisoners in any of these incidents so far?"

"Negative, Ma'am."  Commodore Vu Dao studied her sovereign.  "Your orders?"

 "clearly they're doing this for a reason, we don't have the reason, but a ship like that comes from somewhere, and goes to somewhere.  These hits have been almost random, they've also been escalating the amount of violence with every encounter."  sharon looked thoughtful.

"What are you thinking?"  Bianh asked.

"I think we're being used as a live-fire testing ground." the Duchess stated.  "First, it's a mining skiff and her crew, right? then, it's a fueling station and customs depot.  This time, they went after armed vessels directly.  This started in the Arluna system, which means they got there somehow, now they're in Winter's space, expanding their 'range of roving', and targeting military assets with short engagements...this looks like it's a training exercise.  There are only three fleets-in-being in this quarter of the Inner Sphere, two of those, are Clan fleets that until five years ago, had been effectively in mothballs, one of those, is ours, and we've been active for decades."

"because we HAVE to be."

"Yeah, we have to be active, not an option to be inactive, but that means what, Commodore? think like a tinspawn."

"your grandfather would be offended by that."

"I don't care. think like a can-bred Clanner.  How do they elevate in their culture?"

"Picking fights they can win?"

"Picking fights for Reputation.  We've got the Rep now.  After what you and Giao Pham pulled off in the late sixties, or during the Blake War, and the Coast Guard is active while most of the rest of the galaxy's navies can be counted on one hand but only if you go to the mothball yards.  Brewer's man wanted me to send a Coast Guard Division of forty eight cutters to backstop his defense efforts-why?  Pocket Warships are kilo for kilo more powerful combatants, but their crews and captains don't have what?"

"Experience."

"bingo.  Now, why would someone tie up their experimental stealth ship roaming the Quarantine zone and picking fights the Coast Guard can't ignore?"

"I...They're trying to tie you down? Prevent you from sending units to fight the Clan advance?"

"heh, that's good strategic idea, but no..." she folded her arms, "they're using us as a live-fire training exercise that bleeds."




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« Reply #71 on: 03 April 2020, 19:37:05 »
Sharon is thinking at least two levels deeper than any of her people... she needs to get them up to speed!  ::)

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« Reply #72 on: 03 April 2020, 21:19:39 »
Boojum Shipyard...

Her Grace the Duchess Sharon Ngo floated untethered, watching the progress on Landmark Class hull number 4. Her mind worked over the information from reports she'd read earlier, cross-referencing ideas and concepts.

This has to be a testing procedure.  to her, it was obvious.  One ship, hitting targets in an escalating manner, altering behaviours, but not enough to conceal the presence of doctrine.

someone was testing doctrine, and using her area of responsibility to do it.

she nudged a joystic, and the puff of compressed gas pushed her along at an altered angle and velocity, drifting toward 'the walk'-a series of catwalks between construction slips.

we're being tested.  she gently evaded a construction exo as it flew to slipway 12. 

After the Blake War, her mother had withdrawn Coast Guard forces back to the Quarantine zone, and began distributing good condition vessels and training to the lords of the other worlds within the zone.  This had been to avoid the reinstituted Militia requirements, but it was also done because Kowloon itself wasn't sufficient-the zone wasn't an empire.  Since then, most of the other worlds in the zone followed Kowloon's lead-at least, mostly, in how they organized their Coast Guard units, depending on available manpower, local needs, and the express desires of the Melissia Theater Margrave.

she activated the mag-clamps in her boots as she got close to the Walk, and briefly felt the negative G's as they pulled her to the service walkway's surface.

we're the most experienced fleet in being in this quarter of the Inner Sphere.  of course they're going to test their new technologies against us...but who's the real target?

she looked up, letting the info-sphere flood her faceplate with navigation data.

somewhere near the Nadir point of the system, a NIOPS flagged freighter was awaiting their dropship, which was burning from the Sithers-Deen processing dome on Snark-a moonlet much like Ganymede.

she dismissed NIOPS.  They had suffered catastrophically during the Blake War, and worse yet against the Marians, and Free Worlds League factions.

Food from Sithers-Deen was keeping NIOPS alive twenty years after their main agrodome had been bombarded.  they're not the target.

she turned and contemplated the storm-wracked, glaring red-orange face of Boojum.  the Gas giant roared on the radio spectrum.

what are they after?
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« Reply #73 on: 03 April 2020, 21:38:08 »
I hope she figures it out before her number is up on their list...  :-\

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« Reply #74 on: 04 April 2020, 03:56:35 »
Mandaoaaru Key Station, Saturday...

"...no vaccination records on the civilians, we've got some disturbing indicators."  Doctor Shelly Price was the CMO of Mandoaaru Key station.  "we're running genetic testing, but a fair number of the younger children in that group of illegals are traveling without parents."

"give me the bad news."  Clark Wheelwright, the Station's operations manager knew 'bad news' was coming when she demanded a private meeting.

"Trueborns." she said.  "Binetti, Pershaw, Roshak lines, a couple of others are not in our current database.  the bizarre part, is they show none of the deep psychological conditioning one would expect from trueborn Clan warrior caste, and the clans don't bother normally with ex-vitro processes for mere civilians."

"We can't let them migrate to the planet then." He said.  "I can contact some of our Rockjack families, see if any of them have slots for taking on adoptees. what about the adults?"

"few markers from Clan eugenics in any of them, not that there are any with a zero percentage, but none of the usual enhancements are present." she asserted.  "They're mostly Clan civilians, largely Laborer and Artisanal castes."

"I suppose we can see if anyone's hiring then-anybody willing to hire them."  He suggested, "I don't suppose any of those laborers or artisans are plumbers?"

She cracked a smile before answering, "I think there might be one or two."

"Good, when you return to the refugee holding area, have them start logging on the jobnet, we can't afford unproductives this fiscal quarter, and the origin means we can't dump them off on the Planetary Government's welfare net...I'll send Clara down with Immigration applications."

"Will you expedite then?" she asked, interested.

"I think it's the only decent thing to do.  We can't let them go, they were clearly fleeing a life of slavery in the Clans." he stated, "It would be inhumane to send them back to that madness, we can't let them sit on the dole, because we can't afford a dole, immigration and job placement are the only options we've got.  Getting them staked with established Rockjack and Spacer communities is cheaper than trying to wring welfare funds out of the planetary governments."

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« Reply #75 on: 04 April 2020, 04:22:59 »
KCGS "Mary", Sampan IV, callsign "Coast Guard One"...

Sharon anchored herself to her desk, and began going over reports from the rest of the Zone.  While a Steiner was running the Theater, at least in theory, since the Quarantine went up, almost, Kowloon's ducal responsibilities were like an Archonette, only with the added burden of sending reports to whomever the current Margrave happened to be.

Labor unrest on Inarcs was nothing new.  In this case, the unrest was due to LCAF contracts not being paid on time to the arms factories on that world, which in turn was due to the financial chaos of the blackout.  reports from Hood IV and Mandaoaaru showed an uptick in illegal migrations.  Hood IV's problem was a group trying to leave that had to be arrested, Mandaoaaru's..."Illegal immigrants? huh."  she cross-checked. Jessenice and Jerangle were also reporting illegals trying to get in.

Popular influx could destabilize the belt economies if it wasn't managed properly, and many of the refugee groups showed common trends toward a lack of vaccination record, spotty medical records, and questionable origins, mixed with a decided lack of useful trades and skills.

In the belts, unskilled labor was...well, counter-survival.  she pushed those reports to the side for the moment-for the time being, those issues weren't the sort she had authority to deal with, and would have to be dealt with by planetary authorities.

she looked at the screen displaying the shipyard from monitoring devices set real-time.  a new KF spine was in slip eleven.  Her mother had encouraged her interest in Starships and ship-building, recognizing that the future of Kowloon was not found in planet-bound life, Sharon had studied to join the Coast Guard.

she turned her attention back to her reports, the paperwork of the Ducal role.

OCB reported positive identification of the culprits behind the murder of her mother.  A cadre of officers in the LCAF's intelligence division had been behind it, at the urging of a member of the LaRue family currently affiliated with the Brewer faction.

"So nice to see stupidity and feuds can still ****** everything up for all of us." she muttered.  she took a moment, and drafted an executive instruction.  OCB was to sit on the information, but to leak it to Melissa Steiner's supporters by indirect means.

I'm not my grandmother, or my mother. she mused, I will wait to be invited by the Archon to do something about it.

"computer, bring up forensic reconstruction of the Kelli Whyte incident in the Winter system, full text and visual."

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« Reply #76 on: 04 April 2020, 05:48:41 »
Very level headed, this one...  8)

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« Reply #77 on: 06 April 2020, 03:03:59 »
Cosworth 19 Station, outer belts, Winter system...

Cosworth 19 was an ice-mining rig, harnessing comets for water and rare earths.  Periodically, the whole processing station had to be moved, and being valuable to the economy of the Winter Belts, when she moved, she needed protection.

Today, that protection came in the form of 3 Patrol, Squadron 12, 2nd Division Kowloon Coast Guard, supplementing 2 Patrol, 1st Squadron Winter System Division of the Winter Coast Guard. 

Eight jump-capable ships, armed, with a selection of deployable small-craft and an even broader selection of fighters.  Why? because Cosworth 19 was valuable.  one hundred and twelve thousand, six hundred and forty one civilians valuable, since in addition to the water refinery, ore processing, smelting and hydrocarbon production and processing capabilities, it also provided food for millions of Rockjacks, Shippers, and Spacers.

a shadow moved on cold thrusters nearby.  watching, stalking the facility as it ambled slowly toward a new orbit, observing the reflection from civilian vessels, the occasional thrust-light of tug-engines, and the movement of the escorting force.

doors slid open on missile bays, and missiles silently slid outward, firing soft cold-nitrogen thrusters to orient, before the reactors sent the first pulses to the hunter's main drive.

forty one, forty two...forty three..forty four missiles arranged themselves under tight-beam control along a pre-set pattern.

the targets, were the escort forces.  the hunter drifted cold, engines on standby, ready to fire as soon as their prey were in range.

The first, primary wave was meant to sow discord and confusion among the defenders, the second, was intended to further sow that confusion-striking the refinery complex with its greenhouses and storage tanks, civilian facilities and most importantly, communication hub.

sensitive antennae on the hull were meant to serve the stealth systems of this warship-detecting 'opposite' EM and radio patterns in the cosmic noise, while broadcasting a pattern that matched them both in frequency and amplitude on the far side.  This, combined with absorbing materials in the coatings, reduced her RCS to that of a small hummingbird-the small propellor plane commonly used by agro pilots throughout human space, not the member of the avian family.

Thus, it was with some surprise when those sensitive sensors picked up the EM pulse of an emergence wave on the port-side aft.



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« Reply #78 on: 06 April 2020, 07:10:47 »
KCGS Nha Tranh, Sampan Bloc III***Cutter...

"General quarters, general quarters contact starboard Four-five degrees by positive Three zero, range 5000 kilometers, multiple contacts Torpedoes sleeping in the water!"  Commodore Nicole "Nikki" Minh recited.  Her tone was dead-even.  at the flanks, the rest of Cutter squadron 12 slid into newtonian space in a flying W search pattern. 

They'd been waiting for this, the debris from the deaths of two cutters, one station, and a mining pinnace suggested that while the unseen enemy had invested heavily into stealth tech for their ship, their missiles, projectiles, and weapons were pretty much standard construction without so much as the use of sensor-dampening coatings.

off-angle pings picked up by the cutters escorting Cosworth 19 showed the basic flaw in the enemy's ECM camouflage;  the missiles they laid out for a textbook stealth attack on a fleet deflected the counter-signals and blocked/reflected them.  On passive sensors, it was like putting up a road sign that someone was placing multiton masses where there shouldn't be any.

"Set all vessels to Battle Condition Bravo, Squadrons one and Three, deploy fighters on missile-interception and link-sync with the detection on the refinery, I don't want one missile to get through."  she closed her faceplate as she spoke, while pumps drew hard vacuum on the decks of her own cutter, a move that reduced the risk of fires and explosive concussion transfer from being hit.

"Neutrino sign ahead, Mum!" Commander Jyestha Godwin announced from the XO's seat.

"triangulate on the scatter, , engage the scatter contacts, patrol two, set fish to home in on thermal and fusion byproduct bloom and ready deck guns.  all vessels, launch fighters, rig for interception and antishipping!!"

"Commodore, all ships in the squadron report ready for combat!"

"She's lighting up mum!" 

at that announcement from Chief Warrant Officer Li, she smiled, and leaned back, to feel the G-force resistance drugs flood her body.

"Let's get this ******, all ships engage."


Kowloon's Coast Guard had pioneered the sort of stealth tactics their enemy was using, by employing small, short-range jumpships armed primarily with missiles and high-yeild warheads against Blakist Warships, jumpships, and pocket-warships.  The black sails of the Coast Guard were black because they were radiation absorbing rather than reflecting sails, designed to provide the minimum sensor reflection.

anyone who's made a business of mastering stealth, knows how to hunt the hunters who might use it against them, and Nicole Minh spent a lifetime in the business of sneaking around in deep space.

pinpricks lit as the enemy's missiles began their acceleration, and a torch of bluewhite fire kilometers long announced their warship was indeed aware of the approach of the Coast Guard squadron.

"Arm physics packages for close proximity detonation on the first wave." she rasped as the cutter pushed beyond the standard rated G-forces.  The new drugs, and new system of secured acceleration couches, meant the Cutters could match vector and speed with many swift moving assault dropships-while retaining the ability to make interstellar jumps.

"initiate fire." she grunted.  "All ships, initiate fire!"

"Torpedoes in the water inbound, Commodore!"

"Point defenses active, mutual screening interlock!"

the sounds of the CIC were strained as they passed three G's.  the hull vibrated silently as point-defense turrets swept, found the incoming, and opened up on carefully preplanned vectors as helmsmen flew variable patterns, alternating hard accelerations with lateral drifts planned to frustrate target locks and draw the incoming missile fire into the pattern of density-enhanced slag and bomblets being churned out by the point defense guns.

"Thermal lock, Torps away!!"

The missiles homed in on the enemy's exhaust trail, and rode the fringe of fusing helium, until emission-seeker heads picked up his jamming and took over.

the first bloom of silver light, a growing bell-ball of nuclear fusion, drew the shape of the enemy ship into stark relief briefly...and the engine exhaust was gone.

but so was the jamming.  Radar contact still showed a small vessel, far smaller than the one revealed by the first successful hit...but LIDAR showed the outline of a ship large enough to be classed as a destroyer in the old SLDF databases.  secondary hits by the missiles fired from the rest of the squadron slowly grew the outline, while smashing the enemy warship again, and again.

on the status, cutters were also vanishing, as the enemy's return fire-naval autocannons of the 600mm range, were lancing out very nearly at random.

"Firing solution!"

"Engage with Deck Guns and salvo-fire another set of Torpedoes." she grunted under the strain of hard manuevering.

as suddenly as it began, it was over.  the enemy ship's spine gave way, and she broke into radioactive, pock-marked halves.

"drop to cruise, all engines reverse.  BDA and SAR crews to your boats." she ordered, "Let's see if any of these clanner mother ****** survived.  if possible, I want the data recorders from that wreck!"

then she turned to Radioman 1st Class Neves.  "Send KCGS Ia Drang, object Phantom has been exorcised."

"Aye mum!"


Note:  Nicole Minh was born a Belter, in the Sol Belts, Metis Coalition.  She's served in the Kowloon Coast Guard Marine since her early 20s-right around 3065 or so.  yes, she's over 100 years old, but the difference is, she's a BELTER, they didn't lose the long lifespans like nearly everyone else in the succession wars.
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« Reply #79 on: 06 April 2020, 09:12:01 »
Spider moon, some weeks later...

"Commodore Minh, I'm pleased that you were able to join me."  Her Grace, the Duchess of Kowloon, stood looking at a rather well done holographic representation of the space outside the base, the surface of the station in real-time photorealism.

"It's an honor." Nicole said.  "why am I here?"

Sharon turned around.  "you've got...carry the one...you've got almost eighty years in active service, Commodore." she said, "most of that time in a manpower crunch.  Your physicals are good, but you're the last one from the Nueva Pueblo..and frankly, you intimidate the hell out of me, so I really hate this meeting."

"You're putting me on the beach?" Nicole asked.

Sharon hesitated, drew in a deep breath, "yeah.  sort of." she crossed her arms, "you're not going to make this easy, are you?"

"Why?"

"because you're over a century old, you're a legend in the service, you're as sharp as you were the day you walked in...because if you can't afford to lose something, you can't afford to use that thing-and I can't afford to lose you.  the CNO is half your age, you've refused promotion, you've also trained most of my serving Captains as your XO, but."

"but they'll never reach their potential with me here, is that it?"

"Yeah.  not with you in the saddle.  I'm making changes to the Service. I need a Secretary of the Coast Guard, a civilian to oversee operations.  That person needs to understand the needs of the service, and its potential.  I want to accept your resignation in order for you to accept a cabinet-level appointment.  It's a lot of bureaucracy, a bit of politicking, shed-loads of aggravation and endless paperwork, and I need someone in that chair who can lead, and delegate, who knows how to play the game at sea, and how to play it in Nha Tranh, can handle budgeting, and can work with the other planets in the Zone...and I hate to say it, but I need that someone more than I need a living legend commanding a cutter division on the Quarantine line."

"that...is very flattering, your grace." Nicole said.  "How long do I have to think about it?"

"The Assembly goes into session in September.  I need your answer by then, so...two weeks?" Sharon mused, "I can give you two weeks to make up your mind about accepting this assignment.  after that, I'll have to decide whether or not to make it a Ducal Order."

"so...not really a choice?"

"I need someone in that chair, you're the only name on my list." Sharon told her bluntly, "because I can't afford to lose you, the Service needs you.  My grandmother had a goal; she wanted to make Nobles obsolete.  we've been unable to fully realize that, in part because of how many positions end up being directly controlled by the Ducal seat due to one emergency or another.  I'm delegating, you can resign and retire, I won't stop you, or you can resign and accept a new assignment in a civilian role that grants you more control over the Service and lets you influence the other Coast Guard forces in the Zone directly, rather than indirectly.  it's your choice, but you're off the ships.  The only position you'll have on a Coast Guard vessel is 'passenger' or 'Very Important Passenger'."

"I...see. where do I sign, Your Grace?"

Sharon slid two single-use PADDs across the desk one-handed.

"Thank you."  the Duchess said.
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« Reply #80 on: 06 April 2020, 18:03:32 »
Level headed AND can handle Nikki like that?!  :o

This one is DEFINITELY a keeper!  8)

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« Reply #81 on: 08 April 2020, 20:44:16 »
I'm not my grandmother, or my mother. she mused, I will wait to be invited by the Archon to do something about it.

Sharon is a different sort of Ngo, and maybe even more scary
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« Reply #82 on: 09 April 2020, 07:05:49 »
message sent from Tharkad to Kowloon...

To: Duchess Sharon Ngo, Kowloon
From: Melissa Steiner, Archon, Lyran Commonwealth.

Gott verdammt dich, sende Hilfe!




Spider Moon CGNAS...

"What are you going to do, Sharon?"  Commodore Harmony Falcone-Ngo demanded.  "You told Brewer you weren't willing to sacrifice lives for a pretender!"

"Melissa isn't the pretender, and she appears to be in charge now..." Sharon said, "So, Dear Aunt, Your Cutter Division is up to bat.  Tell Uncle Patrick he can speak to me again, we're coming to the aid of the Commonwealth."

"and the new ships, your pocket-destroyers?" Harmony demanded.

"Ia Drang's fit for service, the other three in the landmark class remain incomplete, I will take it as my flag vessel."  Sharon said, "I'm coming with you, Uncle Pat can sit the Regency.  Commodore Vu Dao, I want a division of Marines, full complement, embarked by next week, with equipment. make sure they're virus-free or clear genetics...and have signals respond to the Archon that Kowloon comes to Tharkad."

"You're certain of this?" the acting CNO asked.

"Yes." Sharon stated, "The Archon has called, we will answer as is our duty as Lyrans.  as of this message, the Quarantine zone is on war footing.  begin breaking out war plans Green and Brown, I want as complete a picture as OCB and LIC can provide.  we march in two weeks."

"Patrick won't like being kept at home, Your Grace."  Harmony began.

"Shut it with the 'your graces'," Sharon said, "the word you're looking for, is Admiral.  You all have your orders, execute them!"

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« Reply #83 on: 09 April 2020, 17:07:53 »
Just "Admiral" is appropriate for personal address of an Admiral of any rank.

I can only hope the squadron arrives at Tharkad with the message "You rang?"  :D

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« Reply #84 on: 09 April 2020, 21:20:27 »
Just "Admiral" is appropriate for personal address of an Admiral of any rank.

I can only hope the squadron arrives at Tharkad with the message "You rang?"  :D

corrected.

Keep in mind something: Coast Guard organization.

1 patrol=4 cutters and one support ship
4 Patrols=1 Squadron
4 Squadrons=1 Division.

During the Jihad, the KCGM had only a single division of ships, plus one squadron, and two squadrons left  the Q-zone to fight for the allies.

Sharon's bringing a full Coast Guard division out.  That's 64 cutters and a "Destroyer", plus their support ships.

Effectively it's a light fleet.
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« Reply #85 on: 09 April 2020, 23:30:52 »
Nice fleet coming in
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« Reply #86 on: 10 April 2020, 01:02:54 »
Inarcs system, November...

"Shut up, Daniel."  Sharon Ngo was sitting in the Ducal chambers, Coast Guard Marines were throughout the palatial complex.  her body-armor had ruined most of the ducal throne,which is what you get with 750 kilograms of powered armor, 'light' when you sit it on leatherette-padded wood.  "While you're shutting up, quit gaping.  I'm here for your ducal guard."

"What?" he finally managed to squeak out.

"I said, I'm here for your army, dipshit."  she bobbled her helmet with one hand, while tracing a pattern on the tapestry.  "All of them, we're marching to the relief of Tharkad.  House LaRue is coming with..." She reached into the satchel bolted to her armor, and tossed a pair of Padds across the floor, "Needs your signature.  Seeing as you supported Brewer, a little security in securing your support seemed reasonable."

she got up, leaving the shattered remains of the throne-a vestige of his great-aunt's time as Archonette and an unfortunate reminder of what defying the Archon's authority leads to, behind.  "I decided I didn't have time to convince you of my sincerity or patriotism, so I'm going to convince you of my violence and nasty temper, along with my having more combat power than you, because we all know cunning political bitches need to be reminded that violence-prone ****** exist.  You feeling me?  Sign the orders, I'm taking the Blackstone Highlanders and the Inarcs Jaegers, you can either sign it while alive, or posthumously."

"You're giving me what I want...and threatening me at the same time?" he scoffed, as he picked up the PADD units and applied his thumb-print.

"common interests only coincide at inconvenient times.  This, for example..." she accepted the PADDs, "almost makes up for your ordering the hit on my mother...almost..." she read the orders, and smiled a bitter smile, then she passed it to his Ducal Guard commanders.  "Have your men ready to board ship in seventy hours, with provisions for a six month sustained campaign."

She turned to him, "Let the Duke go, lads." she said, "Commander Nguyen, order the boys to fall back to the ships, we're done here."

"Admiral! he contracted the murder of-"

"yes, he did, but we need his forces, and it's Melissa's call whether or not he faces a gallows for it." she snapped, "If his men perform well in doing their duty, he might even get pardoned.  Our job, is to get forces to the front, not to judge, or mis-judge, this man's acts."  she lifted her helmet one-handed, and slammed the contact ring down on her suit, "So he lives for now."  she reached out, and placed her armored hand on his shoulder, squeezing VERY gently, he still winced in pain.  "The realm, is at war."  she released him, "And he knows what he did...and that we know what he did."

she left footprints in the tile as she walked out of the ducal court.  "besides, he can clean up the bodies of his courtiers."

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« Reply #87 on: 10 April 2020, 01:23:19 »
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Inarcs Jaegers, The Plague Dogs

Affiliation: Lyran Commonwealth
Headquarters: Inarcs, Melissia Theater, Coventry Province, Lyran Commonwealth

Regular/Questionable

unit Type: RCT

Integral transport: Yes.

3 Regiments Battlemech
1 Vehicle Regiment
1 Aerospace Battalion
1 BTN Battlearmor (Fenrir and Fenrir II)

Established: by order of Archon-Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion, 3066

one of the regional 'Jaeger units' created after the partition of the Federated Commonwealth, the Inarcs Jaegers were trapped 'behind the line' in the Quarantine zone after the Arluna outbreak.  The 'Plague Dogs' next deployment was in the counter-attacks of the Jihad.  post-jihad, the Inarcs Jaegers were returned to the Quarantine zone, and participated in the 'removal and retirement' of Tanadi LaRue, Archonette of the region.  kept on their homeworld post-Archonette period as a check on the Ducal house, this unit eventually fell into the political orbit of House LaRue, and their commanding officer aligned with Vedet Brewer's faction during the Coup.  In the wake of the counter-coup in late 3142/early 3143, the Inarcs Jaegers found themselves without a viable political sponsor and on the short end of the Commonwealth's supply department.  Luckily, thanks to being officially a "Quarantine unit" the Jaegers did not lose their integral transport assets, and have several dedicated jumpships with sufficient lift to move the entire RCT at any time, a status that is unusual in the post-Republic Treaty era among 'regular' (Non-Elite) commands.

Equipment Tables: Lyran Alliance A and B tables circa Jihad era should be used with the Inarcs Jaegers 'mech and armor units, while battlearmor is confined to only two designs: Fenrir, and Fenrir II.

Aerospace (Fighter) tables are LCAF standard, leaning toward heavier superiority designs such as the Eisensturm.

Notably, the Inarcs Jaegers have participated in joint exercises with the Kowloon, Winter, Hood IV and Arluna Coast Guards, as well as joint training with the 171st and 172nd Volunteers Regiments.  Partially as a result of this, the Inarcs Jaegers are rated as 'competent' by the Kowloon Coast Guard Marines and they enjoy a fairly good reputation with the Guard.

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« Reply #88 on: 10 April 2020, 03:29:17 »
The Plan...

Phase 1: Recon

Sqdn 2, 3rd Division Kowloon Coast Guard Marine

Patrol 1: Pirate point to within 33,000,000 kilometers of the Nadir point, proceed to 5 light-seconds, identify and evaluate enemy transportation assets. deploy sigint satellites and smallcraft reconaissance units to evaluate enemy security and identify key infrastructure among enemy forces.

Patrol 2: Nonstandard insertion point 40,000,000 kilometers of Apogee, proceed to 5 light seconds range of apogee point, identify enemy transport assets.

Patrol 3: Nonstandard insertion, 5th planetary body, Tharkad system Lagrange point, locate and identify invading dropship and carrier assets, establish communications tightbeam network with Tharkan belt and extraplanetary communities, deploy recon assets to evaluate enemy control in Tharkad Airspace, contact remnant LCAF aerospace and/or Naval units in the mid-system.

Patrol 4: close approach in the tharkan trojans, operation under EMCON, link to tightbeam network established by Patrol 3.  deploy smallcraft SIGINT units and ecm generating satellites, deploy Marine Force Recon by low-emission-signature smallcraft to the world of Tharkad itself with the mission of contacting hold-outs on the planetary surface in preparation for the main event.

Field Preparation

1st Sqdn, 3rd Division KCGM

Patrol 1: nonstandard entry point, 2nd planetary body, Tharkad system (L2).  Proceed to link with network, position sunward side, stand by while charging.

Patrol 2: Nonstandard entry point deployment, Tharkan Belts.  deploy smallcraft tugs, securing a number of rocks of over 300 tons but below 1000.  install 1G thrust packages and guidance heads and ECM generators.  target only orbiting or steady-transit assets belonging to Clan Wolf or Jade Falcon. Initiate and move to second preliminary position. Transponder masking as commercial vessels is authorized.

Patrol 3: Nonstandard entry L1 position, Tharkad.  Target grounded enemy dropships and drop zones identified in phase 1, engage with extreme prejudice.

Patrol 4: engage Clan transport jumpships at Zenith and Nadir points, engage enemy defensive vessels (Assault dropships and/or Pocket Warships) on picket duty with enhanced physics package weaponry (1MT or larger to guarantee hard kills) Fighters are to open with antishipping and long-range antifighter missiles before engaging in dogfighting. (Commander's discretion).  This is in coordination with previously deployed recon assets. 

Mission Objective: cripple the invaders' ability to resupply or reinforce their ground invasion, cripple or distract their aerospace defenses in preparation for the main assault, sow confusion.

Phase 3: Main Assault

Utilizing Ryan Collective "Group Jump" techniques, squdn. 2 and 3 will escort surface assault forces through Tharkad's L3 lagrange point, engaging enemy naval and aerospace assets as necessary to securely land 4th Marine Division and LCAF units "Inarcs Jaegers RCT", "2nd New Capetown Fusiliers Regiment" on Tharkad itself at points identified and prepared by recon elements.  Objective: Break the back of the invaders on Tharkad itself and the Tharkad system.

Reserve: 1 vessel from each patrol, plus support tenders, will be held back as a strategic reserve and deployed as-needed in support of counter-invasion operations.

Go-Time for phase 3: 16 July, 3143, 02:00 Triad Local time.

 
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« Reply #89 on: 10 April 2020, 04:36:31 »
That looks like a decent plan.  :thumbsup:

And I don't think anyone thinks of 80+ ships as a "small" fleet!  ^-^

 

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