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The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
« on: 26 April 2020, 20:47:52 »
Duran naval shipyard, Lyran Commonwealth, October 2, 3155...

"hehsow, Dirtyfeet, get a moveit, Dem mounts don't unship'msevs." Leutnant Commander Aneh McCoy's folk came from Arluna's "Hill Country" and the shift to LCN regulars hadn't come with the six years of speech therapy that usually preceded a move from Arluna's Coast Guard to LCN Regular service.

Her spanish was nearly as bad as her german, but it was her english that made Herr Commodore Axel Freuer wince the most.  That said, she was a good cutter boss and one of the best navigators assigned to 8 Squadron, 2nd Cutter Division, but the girl would never 'graduate' to a Destroyer command with that speech impediment, she would always be a 'cutter driver'.

It's a matter of crew.  On a cutter, everyone lives cheek-by-jowl close quarters, crew learn each other's tics and habits, speech patterns and behaviours like a hidden, second language.

Destroyers and larger vessels, require more formal engagement.  A full-sized warship's commander has to be understood by officers and men from a variety of backgrounds and origins.  Arluna's hillfolk accent is a thorough barrier to that simple requirement-in some ways, it's almost another language the dialect is so severe, especially from the 'back country' areas north and east of the Iron Hills.

He mused on this, while the crew of Cutter 2028 unshipped their dorsal battery for refurbishment by the Semier Datatron tech reps.

"you look troubled, Axel."  Kapitan Elizabeth MacAulliffe was from the same region, but she had the six years of speech courses that McCoy didn't, her German was the clipped Deutsch of Coventry and Inarcs, with a slight Academy 'drop' on the vowels.

"McCoy." he said.

"She's good." Lizzie Mac said it, "Real good. Not bad for an enlisted who went blues-to-brass."

"She deserves a promotion, but I can't see her passing a basic board." he said.  "Tactical tasks, navigation, even engineering she's a damned savant, but she opens her mouth, and..."

"...and she sounds like an inbred hillbilly."  Liz said.  "Yeah.  I got word, we need to put together a special unit, I'm looking for volunteers."

"What kind of unit?"

"Advisory role, far side of the Inner Sphere.  Her Highness wants to loan some of our good people to the FedSuns to help them get their 'Patrol Force' off the ground."

"HM...sounds like a real problem."

"Admiral Falcone feels the same." she said, "I'll need a list of officers you feel are 'adequate' and likely to volunteer for a long-duration cadre mission."
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« Reply #1 on: 26 April 2020, 21:46:43 »
New story!   :excited:

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« Reply #2 on: 26 April 2020, 22:04:22 »
Looking forward to it.
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« Reply #3 on: 26 April 2020, 22:12:20 »
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« Reply #4 on: 26 April 2020, 22:55:46 »
I'd better get my cutter design written up.

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« Reply #5 on: 27 April 2020, 00:05:59 »
something tells me my CapCon stealth Corvette will make an appearance here eventually.

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« Reply #6 on: 27 April 2020, 10:05:44 »
The "Oaken Cudgel", aka Durna Naval Shipyard's Officer's club...

Within the LCAF of the 3150s, there is an urban legend-well, more like an urban mythology, surrounding the off-duty activities of the Lyran Commonwealth Navy.

A large part of this, is the massive list of areas LCN personnel are not allowed to go in their off-duty hours, and the truly microscopic size of their leave accrual formulae, particularly after the 'Monday Morning Massacre' in 3143-the mass of arrests and firings-for-cause carried out by then-Chief of Naval Operations Sharon Elizabeth Ngo.

LCN personnel at the end of their working day have an extremely limited number of places to go in order to recreate-and a standing order barring them from membership, contribution, or association with the vast number of Business and Noble associations frequented by, among others, most of the LCAF's elite.

In a sense, entry into Naval Service means swearing off of a normal civilian social network, normal civilian political ties, and normal civilian (or even LCAF regular military) back-channel contacts.

In place of this, is life in a bottle society where who you were on the 'outside' is neither barrier, nor assistance, in determining who you are inside the bottle.  the crude sons and daughters of paupers command and lead the sophisticated children of nobles here, and the manners of 'Navy society' are rooted in a constant drumbeat of readiness, forethought, planning, and an asthetic pragmatism that demands every person travel light and occupy the minimum of cubic centimeters.

This, in turn, has had secondary impacts; LCN Spacers who DO go on leave, spend a lot of money-because they haven't been spending it.  the physical fitness demands of the service (not really codified so much as a direct result of constant activity and carefully balanced meal plans) when combined with the curve-hugging nature of the LCN's central uniform garment (worn on or off duty, in space or planetside), the "Skinsuit" life support undergarment, creates an image of robust physical health, and looks good-even better when combined with authorized off-duty wear.  (this does bring in the recruits-lots of money and fit, strong people who show it off brings in lots of recruits.)

and of course, people on the outside sexualize it, fantasies and rumours of decadent debauchery and wild parties 'just out of sight on post' draw the young and the curious.  The LCN's record of winning, draws in many more of a martial inclination.  As often as Admiral Ngo credited LCAF ground forces with the victory over the Clans, General of the Armies Roderick Steiner has been quietly firm about crediting much of his success to the reforms of the Naval branch.

Armed with this collection of false impressions, we now get a look at "The Oaken Cudgel", aka "The Officer's Club".  Officer's clubs were a dying institution at one point, but under the new Navy's restrictions, they have seen a resurgence at every LCN naval base installation, along with "Enlisted Personnel Clubs" and "All Ranks Establishments".

Contrary to the popular myth, these are not the sites of debauched orgies of such decadence that they can't be discussed in polite society.  The Oaken Cudgel, for an example, is more or less a bar-and-grill with a dance floor, some sensie-dee booths in the back, and a few rooms for drunks to 'dry out' in, with a very exclusive clientele-Lyran Commonwealth Naval Officers who are either banking leave, or don't have enough accrued to go anywhere in their off-time.  Indeed, it bears more resemblance to a typical planetside family restaurant-only everyone inside is either Commonwealth Navy, or a Naval dependent (wife, kids, and so on).

Prices at the bar are low by any standard, as are prices for meals, or for the rather pedestrian and mundane entertainments.

On friday nights, Minor children are not permitted in the 'Dance hall' of the place, which is turned over to unmarried officers and selectively screened civilian 'recreation contractors' (screened for possible intelligence connections, STD's or drug problems and criminal records.  Notably a record for prostitution is considered to be a resume' enhancer for some of these contractors, but the hookers are paid for by the Navy, and expected to behave to a certain...ehm...standard.)

It's Friday Night.  Lt. Commander Anh "Aneh" McCoy is in the dance-hall looking for...something to knock the edge off.  She's wearing a bright white Leatherette jacket that comes to about mid-rib on her skinsuit, which is open from the neckline to just above the edge of her bra, showing off the dark patterning of her Arlunan 'birthmarks', the hereditary aftermath of parents who survived the Flu and managed to have children on a world where you can still sometimes smell the death of ninety years ago, when her world went from over two billion human inhabitants, to just under two hundred thousand.

'Plague marks' are common where she's from, and thirteen other worlds also have natives that bear those marks.  As an Arlunan, she doesn't use cosmetics to cover them, she wears them openly, with pride.

it makes getting laid a little difficult.  her accent makes it worse.  compounding this, are the silver rank-pins on her skinsuit.  tonight, she's feeling particularly aggressive about displaying her heritage with pride.  She's playing 'wingman' for a friend, who's dancing with a Marine from the LCS Tatyana Steiner, while Aneh sips a mixed drink she couldn't pronounce in three languages from a stemmed glass.

"hey hey foxy lady!" 

she turned at the strange accent, and found herself face-to-face with a foreign officer.  The sword-and-starburst on his mess jacket announced his origin-the AFFS/Naval was rumoured to have a team looking into naval Technologies at the Archon's invitation, but she never expected to see one, especially not here.

"Great Party!" he adds.  "Will you dance with me?"

Aneh looked him over with an eye at first.  no skinsuit, awkward in his mag-boots, clumsy...

"Ja!!" she answered, and let the foreigner take her out onto the floor.

Anh has a lot of practice with 'port boys'-if they're not turned off instantly by the darker skin around her eyes, throat, and other areas, speaking less means maybe a little companionship, a fun roll with someone who smells good and can satisfy that urge for a while.  Speaking more-letting them hear the Hills in her speech? not so much.

Spacers aren't so bad, but dirtyfeet who hear her speaking tend to make nasty assumptions, or demands she doesn't want in ways she simply won't tolerate.

speak less, get treated better.  it was a simple formula.  The Fed was handsome, and he approached her.
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Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
« Reply #7 on: 27 April 2020, 10:53:40 »
And the rules of narrative Murphyism ;D is Anh is going to have to speak to him alot in the future.  In her professional capacity.

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« Reply #8 on: 27 April 2020, 11:09:15 »
And the rules of narrative Murphyism ;D is Anh is going to have to speak to him alot in the future.  In her professional capacity.

Corollary to the rules of narrative Murphyism: Tonight is going to be horrible and leave both of them with the pronounced desire not never see each other again.
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« Reply #9 on: 27 April 2020, 11:16:36 »
LCN Brig, Naval Shipyard Duran, 0600 Saturday Morning...

"Merde, my heaaad..."  Commander Francois LaFayette groaned.  "How much did we drink?"

The Girl from last night was sitting on the bunk across from him, looking somewhat peeved, and silent.

"you really are real." he said.

She nodded, watching him.

"What...happened?"

she snorted, and rolled her eyes.

"Was...was I that bad?"

She sighed heavily, ending with a snort, and shook her head, then raised her left hand, pointed a finger out, and drooped it.  "Y'drenk y'sef stuppit." she muttered in heavily accented english.  "Lef' me drah, thin y'alls couldn' puh-foahm, an pessed aht."

Her accent was horrific, commoner, thick...her delivery, on the other hand, was almost imperial in its condemnation, a senior officer berating a junior Lieutenant for a critical failure.

"How...did we end up in here?"

"Ah cuddn' fahn yo' room, an ah war drenk 's well." she said.  "We's inna drenk tenk, wait'n fo ter be sprang'd by sommon senyah."

His fuzzy brain sorted it out, "Drunk tank? and you have to wait to be released by a senior officer?"

she nodded, and raised her right hand, "Losn' Three Days Leave 'crual jes bein' in heah, gon' lose moah efn' th' Commodoah d'sides ah screwed it bad 'nough, an' y'alls couldn' even git it up. Wasta' dem tahm onna sheep-herder."

"Sheep herder?"

"y'all heard me, Baaaa-Baaaa." she snapped at him.

At about that moment, Captain Gracie showed up.  "Jesus, Frank! we've been looking all over this damn place for you! They sent MP's down to the city to see if you got lost in the red-light districts!"

"I never left post, sir...and could you please shout a little softer?" Francois asked.

he noticed the girl from last night rolling her eyes again, a gesture he sometimes consciously linked to his mother's disdain when his father would come home from a night in the low-boroughs.

"Drunk and disorderly, Frank.  i can't take you anywhere, can I?"  and at this point, Captain Nelson Gracie happened to notice his cell-mate..and more importantly, her rank.

"Oh jesus...you had to stick it in an officer."

"sir-"

"s'fahn, he all din' stek nuthin'." she said, "Perfec' ginnelmin." she said it quietly.  "Jes got a lil' lost, an' cuddin' hang hes akkyhol."

"Commander, are you willing to sign a statement to that effect?" Gracie asked.

She nodded.

"oh...well, that's alright then.  come on Frank, you're being released."

"What about-" he looked at her.

"Aneh." She said. "Ah'm fahn. git yo'sef squarred up. Ell-Tee, nex' tahm, eff'in it's green, don' drink it, lahtweht. yo fucha wahf'll thankee."

Francois left her in the cell, and followed his commanding officer.

once out of the Brig deck, Gracie spoke again.  "Arlunan.  You did stick it in the wrong hole, Frankie. they're tough bastards by our standards, what the ****** possessed you to hit on an Arlunan with Lt. Commander's pins?"

"She was hot." Francois said.  "Exotic, you know? Join the Navy, experience interesting new cultures, meet hot, exotic women, and bang them?"

"She didn't look like you banged her."

"I didn't." Francois confessed, "I had to drink so much to get my nerve up I think I flatlined myself."

"seriously? she looks like a zombie. that's not body-paint, boyo, those are plague marks, birthmarks from parents probably."

"I kinda wanted to see where they went." Francois said, "in my defense, she's hot. You have to admit it, sir.  Fit, strawberry blonde hair, exotic skin tone..."

"Outranks you, if she were in the AFFS she'd be able to nail you for harassment, if she were in your chain of command, it would be fraternization..."

"There going to be trouble for this?"

"Not from me." Gracie told him.  "our hosts probably won't kick up a fuss if she doesn't decide to lodge a complaint, but you have got to be more careful, Frank. This isn't the Fedcom anymore, she's not FSN, you can't count on your family ties to get you out of trouble out here.  These guys, they don't care about your noble status and it won't protect you if you stick it where it doesn't belong with these folks.  We're here as guests of a neutral power, not an ally, not an enemy-a neutral power, and you just landed in the drunk tank with one of their naval officers."

"I wonder what kind of trouble she's really in, then." Francois said.

"Well, did she say anything?"

"She has to wait for a superior officer in her chain of command. on a Weekend to come bail her out, she's losing three days leave-and I remember the briefing-they don't get a lot to begin with, just for winding up in there, with more punishments if her CO thinks it merits."

Gracie thought for a moment, then said, "yep, she's screwed...and not in the fun way."

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« Reply #10 on: 27 April 2020, 12:10:00 »
Administration offices, Duran Naval Shipyard, Saturday Morning, 10 AM...

"Well, I guess we have a volunteer."  Kapitan Elizabeth MacAulliffe said.  "Wouldn't you say so, Axel?"

Lt. Commander Anh McCoy stood at rigid attention in front of the Battlegroup Commander's desk, in full duty uniform.

"I would say we definitely have a volunteer, Herr Kapitan.  Nothing like an extended mission to deal with boredom."

"Aye so it is.  And such liaising!"  MacAulliffe spread holos on the desk in front of her.  "I honestly didn't know you had it in you, McCoy, you're always so reserved in public! Fair a shrinking violet of a girl, if I hadn't seen you in combat, I would think you too shy to wear that rank...and then, you surprise me."

"I might suggest a reservation, herr Kapitan." Axel pointed out, "Her umm"

"oh, yes.  Dialect." MacAulliffe said.  "They speak French in the Federated Suns, Leutnant Commander McCoy, as well as proper english.  You will learn french, You will learn to speak to your hosts, and make yourself understood, you will do this to carry out your mission."

"Mission?"

"You will be cut orders, to travel to the Federated Suns upon the return of their delegation, you will provide them with advisory material for the organization, regulation, technical, and tactical training for their small-ship units.  You will do so to the credit of the Service, and you will do so in a language and dialect they understand.  You will do so as part of a team, and you will report to the Commonwealth Embassy as a member of the staff of the Naval Attache there.  While you are in Federated Suns space, you will observe all Lyran Commonwealth Naval regulations regarding conduct, deportment, and behaviour as is appropriate  to the position you are being assigned."

Anh felt her throat close up with anxiety.  "mum?"

"you're representing not only the Lyran Commonwealth, but the Lyran Commonwealth Navy, and not only that, but the Arluna Coast Guard and the Regional Coast Guard organization.  I expect you to perform your duties well, and effectively.  This is your Staff Tour, a requirement for further promotion within the Navy, you will supervise a team in this endeavour, and you will report to a diplomat, but outside of those differences, this is another tour of duty.  Do you Understand?"

"Aye'mum."

"Pack your things, you'll report to dockside on pier 18 at zero-six hundred monday morning, if you can stay out of the drunk tank until then."

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« Reply #11 on: 27 April 2020, 12:17:48 »
And the rules of narrative Murphyism ;D is Anh is going to have to speak to him alot in the future.  In her professional capacity.

You know what? I think we both called it here.
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« Reply #12 on: 27 April 2020, 12:23:05 »
It's ''Merde'' for Mr. Lafayette wake-up call  ^-^

And for the rest:  :toofunny: :toofunny: :toofunny: :toofunny: :toofunny:

If you want help with your french, I'm here  :)

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« Reply #13 on: 27 April 2020, 12:23:45 »
Corollary to the rules of narrative Murphyism: Tonight is going to be horrible and leave both of them with the pronounced desire not never see each other again.
You know what? I think we both called it here.

Yes we did.  :thumbsup:

And Murphy right now:

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« Reply #14 on: 27 April 2020, 12:41:21 »
It's ''Merde'' for Mr. Lafayette wake-up call  ^-^

And for the rest:  :toofunny: :toofunny: :toofunny: :toofunny: :toofunny:

If you want help with your french, I'm here  :)

I likely will take that option-or just language corrections where it happens.
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« Reply #15 on: 27 April 2020, 12:57:27 »
Yes we did.  :thumbsup:

And Murphy right now:


I hope Daoshen Liao hasn´t eaten all the popcorn since the Tharkad Conference.
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« Reply #16 on: 27 April 2020, 13:22:41 »
Visiting Officer's barracks...

Lt. Hallwell was the assigned medical officer for the Federated Suns observer team, and she took the job seriously for a host of reasons.  One of them, being flight Lieutenant Francois LaFayette, whose habits mirrored his 'mechwarrior father and 'mechwarrior grandfather rather enough to require regular checks for venereal disease, as well as frequent treatments for hangovers.

"You didn't catch anything from her, at least." Hallwell said, laying the test paperwork, "but yeah, you should definitely avoid the green stuff around here. That was about one forty proof, practically rocket fuel."

"How would you know that?"

"I had some." she said, "not as much as you did, but I had some.  You'd be safer drinking engine-bay slash-at least that stuff doesn't taste good or leave borderline toxic residues in the digestive tract."

she finished her examination, "So...struck out, huh?"

"How-"

"because we all knew it would happen sooner or later, Frankie-your aviator wings failed to pry her legs apart, didn't they?"

not the story she told.. he pushed the thought down, because the story she told was actually more humiliating.

"just...didn't click." he said.  "it happens."

"Yes, it does." Halwell said, "but now I get to meet the only other woman i know of who didn't fall for your good looks and roguish charm.  She didn't like girls, did she?"

"non." he said, "the timing was just...poor."

"Hmm...likely story."

wait, waitaminute..."What do you mean you 'get to meet her'?"

she tapped a stack of file folders, "Shot records, vaccinations, medical stuff." she said, "Leutnant Commander Anh C. McCoy will be returning with us to the Federated Suns as part of the diplomatic party.  I guess you can try again.  Her files make interesting reading."

"May I?"

"you most certainly may not, you naughty boy! I'm sure you'll get the copy you can read before we embark for home...now get out of my office, you're clean. stay that way!"

he took his dismissal in style, and left the office.

a few meters down the corridor, and he was in Captain Gracie's office.

"Oh, good, Lieutenant, I was about to call for you.  Here, some light reading on your little...misadventure." the Captain handed him a thick file folder.  'I would say you ****** up, but you didn't ****** her." Gracie added with a sharp laugh.

he opened it.  The first page was a summary of Lt. Commander Anh C. McCoy's service awards.

a career extending from Coast Guard ground forces service in the quarantine zone, including notations and citations from roles ranging the gamut from fighting forest fires to putting down riots on three worlds, a brief transition to Shipboard service, notes on education as something called an RTO, engineering officer...navigation officer, a note that made no sense recognizing her for a nine second transition jump..."What is this?" he asked.

"That means she pulled a ship through a transitory jump point that only lasts nine seconds."

"That's not possible-"

"it's possible.  rare, but possible."  Gracie assured him, "Those points are measured in meters, not kilometers.  to do it, you have to disable all the safeties and the navigation computer...and you have to be really good at hyperspace mathematics."

"but...that means she's...intelligent."  Francois said, "I mean, really intelligent."

"Gets better, read the after-action reports in the lower file-she took on a Clanner warship with one of those tinker-toys we've been looking at...and got credit for the kill. You've got, what? six, seven Drac fighters in dog fights?  They're giving us a fekking Ace as an advisor.  Three pocket warships, one Aegis class cruiser, a dozen dropships...I don't honestly know why they'd let that kind of talent out."

"but she sounded so...crude."  he couldn't piece together the person described in the file, with the (admittedly pretty) young woman in the bar, or the grumpy (but still pretty-ish) hillbilly in the drunk tank.

"yeah, Arlunan."  Gracie told him, "from a backwater on that backwater.  See these notes? she's proficient at writing in four languages-English, German (obviously), Spanish, and Vietnamese.  A kid like this, from a world like yours? would be teaching at the academy with a record like this...and she's getting a staffer tour off of a glorified torpedo boat."

"You are showing me this for a reason."

"Yes, yes I am. You're going to be her French Tutor, and help her with that atrocious accent with her english, on the trip home, because she doesn't speak french, and BARELY speaks english. and most of our officers back home have zero chance of comprehending Hillfolk dialect and nobody outside the Capellan March has a chance of grasping Vietnamese!"
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Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
« Reply #17 on: 27 April 2020, 14:03:29 »
Merde!  ;D ;D ;D

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Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
« Reply #18 on: 27 April 2020, 14:44:51 »
Reading this made me think of a song.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NNC0kIzM1Fo
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Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
« Reply #19 on: 27 April 2020, 16:30:30 »
actually i'd say that her hillfolk is pretty much impossible for people to understand, when i consider that much of the Fedsuns Navy is going to end up staffed by Periphey march "outbackers" due to the recent war territory losses. and the Davion's Periphery march is known for having its own fairly impenetrable dialects.

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« Reply #20 on: 27 April 2020, 18:55:15 »
Tagged.  Maybe there will be another Davion Cutter contest.  My last entry sucked.
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Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
« Reply #21 on: 27 April 2020, 19:32:20 »
*snip*
"Yes, yes I am. You're going to be her French Tutor, and help her with that atrocious accent with her english, on the trip home, because she doesn't speak french, and BARELY speaks english. and most of our officers back home have zero chance of comprehending Hillfolk dialect and nobody outside the Capellan March has a chance of grasping Vietnamese!"
:toofunny:

I see the senior officers of BOTH realms have a sick sense of humor...  ^-^

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« Reply #22 on: 27 April 2020, 21:32:43 »
:toofunny:

I see the senior officers of BOTH realms have a sick sense of humor...  ^-^

Schadenfreude.  "Happiness at the misfortune of others." That IS German!  ;D

And it was mentioned up in part one Anh had everything needed to give her a destroyer, save making herself understood clearly.  Seems the LCN is using this to light a fire under her to clear that last hurdle to putting her in charge of a larger ship.

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« Reply #23 on: 27 April 2020, 21:42:20 »
Tagging

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« Reply #24 on: 27 April 2020, 23:18:29 »
gotta watch this one too
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« Reply #25 on: 28 April 2020, 01:18:32 »
Very nice start, thanks!
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« Reply #26 on: 28 April 2020, 07:05:58 »
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« Reply #27 on: 28 April 2020, 10:54:54 »
"Lyran Naval Victory.  Did you mean Lyran Naval Defeats?"
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Docking Pier 18, Duran Naval Shipyard...

Full Dress uniform was the spec in her P-mail.  Anh tugged the material of the class-A overgarment nervously.  She didn't wear the thing very often, it was a pain getting the ribbons to line up, and as a 'Cutter boss' (even one with her own patrol of four cutters) she didn't have a lot of need to wear the crisp dark navy blue with black pants bloused over her deck-boots, or the buff-white gear harness with its 'ready for inspection' (and ready for use, because even in basic transition your emergency line, medikit, slap patches and spare powercells better be functional) hardware, and of course, the thing given to every officer with time commanding a ship-the Crowbar.

the un-fancy one she had with her duty uniform in her C-bag.  the one she had to carry, was something she was certain came from the LCAF's side of the administrative house.  'mechwarriors who've done something remarkable like live to earn a command spot, get an eight kilogram platinum-plated sledgehammer, infantry and tankers (and some pilots) get to wear a nice, compact, lightweight but otherwise useless medal.  Both of those are named "McKenzie", and the hammer has a reach deep into the Commonwealth's military tradition.

Since 3145, the Naval branch got their very own version, and in her opinion, it had to be one of the Archon's little jokes, possibly with the connivance of someone in the Ground Forces, since the Archon is a well-known and well-regarded 'mech operator.

Her crowbar is plated with platinum, and it's a ****** medal in its own right, crafted just like the one Admiral Ngo wandered around with, but plated in goddam platinum.

If it weren't, it would be a relatively nice type 41 spacer's rescue tool, but some tool decided that the Navy had to have their own Mackenzie medal, and it had to be distinctive, and since every spacer in the fleet keeps a crowbar nearby for damage control duties, emergency rescue, or as a 'reach extender' when moving in null-gee, and of course, because Admiral Ngo pointedly carried one as a substitute swagger-stick when forced to attend functions, someone got it through the Estates General, and approved by the Archon, and so now, Anh has to carry a crowbar on formal occasions.

all of which was a lot funnier when she didn't have to attend formal occasions requiring dress uniforms very often.

As a good Lyran officer, she did study the drill-and-ceremony associated with the Platinum Crowbar, however.  she spent a good five hours practicing sunday-the first and only five hours of practice she'd bothered with since getting the damned thing awarded over Sudeten in '50.

"How'd they get you, McCoy?"  Chief Warrant Eli Willard asked, the Winterite rockjack managed to arrive silently.  His Viet was good.

"Oh, I woke up in the drunk tank with a Feddie Ell-Tee.  y'all?" she responded in 'school viet', laced with Arlunan words.

"LIC found out my last tour before transition from Coast Guard was OCB.  They want me to do in-the-field analysis." he said, "Also teach the sheep-humpers how to conduct antipiracy investigations."

"Y'all wanna watch them slurs." she said, "Ah git th' sense of 'm bein' kinda...sens'tive."  she muttered back, "ah'm doubtful they's understan' th' joke ahind et."  she nodded to the vessel coming into dock, "Cese en poant, FSS Kentares."

"Naval Ram."  Elizabeth MacAulliffe's voice came over their helmet speakers, prompting Anh to look up-and see the suited flag officer descending through vacuum off a support pylon down to the Pier.

"Et's a stuppit idear, mum." McCoy said.

"It's theirs, Aneh, and they're proud of it.  Your whole team is going to need to watch your step on that subject.  No jokes about 'lonely shepherds' in the Feddie Admiralty."

"Decorum, Mum." Anh said.

"Yes. Decorum.  I do not need to find out your team are making jokes about male sheep looking for ewes."  the Kapitan looked up, "even if that is the sheep- ****** est stupid idea I've ever heard of, building a ship specifically specced for ramming attacks..."

"What happens if we end up in a fight?"  the Chief asked.

"I expect you to advise them.  Teach them how to fight a ship if you have to.  The only thing that should be slamming into an enemy vessel, are missiles, beams, bombs, and shells."

"Ayeh mum." Anh said. 

the docking lights flashed green, three times, and Anh waited.  "Well, where's they bosun's?"

"Teachable moment, McCoy. you take port, I'll take Starboard, their crewmen are probably still futzing wit their helmets.  I didn't see anyone riding the hull in."

Anh shook her head and chuckled as she helped a flag-rank officer extend the pressure umbilical to the personnel hatch of FSS Kentares.

"Should make the damn dirtyfeet learn how to do this..." the Chief muttered as they wrestled the seven tons of inflatable plastic into position and secured the magnetic locks.

"Plenny o'tahm 'n we gits thayr."  Anh muttered over the channel.

air roared in, and she checked with a smoke stick for leaks before manually triggering the all-clear to the airlock's panel.

The FSN personnel who came out the airlock in their bulky, Federated Suns issue environmental suits, looked both awkward, and confused at finding the umbilical already in place, secured and pressurized.

"Less'n th'one. Y'alls taked toodam long gittin' aht heah." Anh said it on the external mic, and over the common channel.  "Ah's gig y'all fo'ty poahnts fo' sleckin!"  pointedly, she emulated the Coast Guard PO3 who supervised her transition to spacer duty, tapping her crowbar on her left palm, while letting her feet float off the deck to loom.

"What did she say?" a young voice with a slightly more french accent came from the bosun's party of Fedsuns crewmen.

Anh sighed.  this is going to be a long damn trip.





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Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
« Reply #28 on: 28 April 2020, 11:20:12 »
"Lyran Competence 0 Results found,  did you mean Lyran Incompetence? 150,000 entries for Lyran Incompetence"

-Fednet Joke machine, Circa 3067...

FSS Kentares, NR-001...

PO Niles Boothe's family served the Federated Suns for more than three centuries as able spacers in the transport command.  His great uncle Niles, whom he had never met, was an engineering chief on an Overlord during the Fedcom civil war, his father was an executive officer on a monolith...and he knew exactly what their distinguished guest had said, when his team came out of the airlock to secure the umbilical, only to find it already not only secured, but pressurized.

not in any specific words, mind.  NO...but he knew a 'where in the hell were you' posture when he saw it-there were enough officers in his immediate family that what Commander McCoy was doing, right down to the floating posture, was an immediately recognizable thing, and he felt like he was right back to ten years old at Galax, facing down his Father for being out late with the other boys instead of studying for an academy entrance exam.

"...had it rigged, this is gonna be an easy cruise..."  Private Ludley was saying.

"You guys don't get it."  Boothe spoke up.

"Get what? they had it set up for us, like we were honored guests!"

"No.  She spanked us." Boothe enunciated, "Like children, for being late and unprepared.  There were two naval officers and one Warrant on that pier, and those two officers had a seven-ton universal umbilical rigged, locked, and pressed while we were still dinking with our suits in the airlock."

"They always wear those suits-"

"Yeah, but they don't always wear the dress uniforms on top of 'em!" Boothe insisted, "You want to think about this before you open your mouth again?  Two senior officers rigged that umbilical while the bosun team was still getting their pants on, and they did it without any mistakes, on a hull they've never really spent training time learning!"

"oh shit, here he goes..."

"put your suits back on, we're doing drills on the hull until departure.  Passes are cancelled."
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Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
« Reply #29 on: 28 April 2020, 11:48:39 »
that is one smart PO since he is the only one to realize what has happened.

 

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