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Title: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop 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."
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 26 April 2020, 21:46:43
New story!   :excited:
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Giovanni Blasini on 26 April 2020, 22:04:22
Looking forward to it.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: worktroll on 26 April 2020, 22:12:20
TAGged.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: kindalas on 26 April 2020, 22:55:46
I'd better get my cutter design written up.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 27 April 2020, 00:05:59
something tells me my CapCon stealth Corvette will make an appearance here eventually.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop 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.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval 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.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Sir Chaos 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.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop 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."

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop 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."

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Sir Chaos 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.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: qc mech3 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  :)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval 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:
(https://media.giphy.com/media/ygqMjv2x8KSxW/giphy.gif)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop 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.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Sir Chaos on 27 April 2020, 12:57:27
Yes we did.  :thumbsup:

And Murphy right now:
(https://media.giphy.com/media/ygqMjv2x8KSxW/giphy.gif)

I hope Daoshen Liao hasn´t eaten all the popcorn since the Tharkad Conference.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop 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!"
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: qc mech3 on 27 April 2020, 14:03:29
Merde!  ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 27 April 2020, 14:44:51
Reading this made me think of a song.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NNC0kIzM1Fo
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: glitterboy2098 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.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Red Pins on 27 April 2020, 18:55:15
Tagged.  Maybe there will be another Davion Cutter contest.  My last entry sucked.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk 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...  ^-^
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval 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.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: DOC_Agren on 27 April 2020, 21:42:20
Tagging

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Dave Talley on 27 April 2020, 23:18:29
gotta watch this one too
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: mikecj on 28 April 2020, 01:18:32
Very nice start, thanks!
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: JA Baker on 28 April 2020, 07:05:58
NARC Pod deployed
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 April 2020, 10:54:54
"Lyran Naval Victory.  Did you mean Lyran Naval Defeats?"
-NAIS network library search engine result, 3050

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.





Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop 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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Post by: nroe03742 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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Post by: qc mech3 on 28 April 2020, 12:08:03
I see a bright future for PO Boothe.  ^-^ ^-^ ^-^
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 28 April 2020, 13:01:26
"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."

I think Boothe just got Anh and Eli's attention.  Someone has a proper attitude to being embarrassed like this.

I see a bright future for PO Boothe.  ^-^ ^-^ ^-^

Yeah, might even have the ultimate punishment, making him an officer. :o
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Post by: Cannonshop on 28 April 2020, 13:31:52
"Lyrans? They're soft, the reason they build everything so big, is because they need all those little luxuries..."

-Field Marshall Jackson Davion, 3062...

Officer's quarters, FSS Kentares...

Anh was led to an officer's billet.  "et's yooje." she noted.

"excuse me ma'am?" the PO 3 showing her to her quarters asked.

"Corporal, she remarked the accomodation is large, how many officers are sharing this bunk?"  Chief Willard translated helpfully.

"It's a double occupancy room, sir."

"Kaporal?" Anh asked, "He dun'luk Lahk a Marine?"

"They use ground ranks for enlisted, Mum." Willard said helpfully, then he turned to the FSN enlisted man, "To clarify, this room handles two shifts in the department?"

"No sir, two personnel.  your pardon, but it's sufficient?"

"I think the commander's just impressed at this many cubic meters, Corporal.  in the boats, you can cram a marine squad in this much space for a three month patrol...how do you deal with depressurizing before combat?"

"We don't, sir...why would you?"

"Fahrs." Anh said, "Shokwevs f'um empects, DC's easier'n faster efn' y'alls not blowin O2 inter space, easier t'weld demmege in vac."

The young man looked thoughtful, "I almost understood that." he said.

she smiled at him, and the kid relaxed. "Et's fahn. ain' used'ter the elba-room."

"How do the lyrans do it?" the kid asked.

"Hot bunking.  usually the CO and the XO share a rack in the captain's office, officers bunk with their crew in the departments..." Willard said, "Wait for it..."

Anh checked a locker with a door-sized hatch cover.  "A HEAD!"  she announced delightedly.

"you don't have bathrooms?"

"Shared." Willard said, "when we head out on a long duration patrol mission, there's one head for the whole ship until enough consumables are used up to empty the rest.  I think even the Frederic Steiner class battleships don't have individual heads in officer's quarters."

"Eh, theys dasn't, Chief." she said.  she moved to the rack, and laid down.  "Sah much room!! an' th' sheets!!"

"I think she likes it Corporal."

"Where should we pick up the rest of your personal goods?"

"Ah gots ever'thin." Anh said, hefting her C-bag, "spares fo' uniforms, person'l effects...where's the pahr atlet fo' muh duty-Padd?"

"that's it?"

"Cubic space is limited on cutters-every CC and every gram of extra mass is tightly constrained." Willard explained, "Officers above O-3 get a full two cubic meters for personal gear, lower ranks and enlisted have to do with a one-point-five cubic meter locker."

"What, if I may ask..."

"Consumables, fuel, ammunition." Willard clarified, "These are really luxurious quarters by the standards we're used to."

the kid watched as Commander McCoy stowed her gear, stripped out of the Class-A overgarment and into a ship's duty jumpsuit, trading the white leatherette harness for a much more practical canvas webbing version in black, hanging her helmet to the harness with a quick-release hook.

Willard did the same.

"Um, you can stow the pressure suits-"

"Why?" she asked, "these is unifoahm."

and it sank into the young man's understanding.  They're always in pressure suits and ready for EVA..or damage control.   "My section officer will be by, sir, ma'am."

She nodded understandingly, and flopped back on the bed with a coo of delight.

---

Bridge, FSS Kentares

"Well, Mike?"  Commodore (colonel) Nick Palmer asked as the ship's infantry assault officer stripped out of 'enlisted drag'. "What do you think?"

"Those people are insane." Leftenant Colonel Mick Strelliker said.  "Absolutely insane. if what their thinly disguised spook was saying is true, the conditions on those little cutters of theirs are damned near inhuman.  even the commanding officers hot bunk like it's a ****** submarine!"

"they...do.  come on, what's your real impression?"

"She was shocked to find a stripped down head inside the quarters." Mike said, "And she asked about pre-battle depressurization procedures...and those cheap sheets you were complaining about? impressed the hell out of her-she's luxuriating in having that much space."

"Eh, we read about their regs, didn't think much of it-"

"That's because unlike the LCAF, these Navy types really do that shit-she about as much as told me to my face that that one duffel had her entire worldly goods-she had it stowed in about a minute...and the guesses about shyness? she stripped off that overgarment and put on a set of working blues without even asking for privacy-I mean, the skinsuit covers everything, but it doesn't leave a damned thing to the imagination."

"So you got to ogle-"

"sir, this was 'barracks room' naked, not titillation.  you see it with infantry on long field deployments a lot, she undressed and changed her clothes in front of us both because that's what they're used to.  her dogrobber, Willard? that guy understands every word out of her mouth...and a few that didn't come out of her mouth-he can read her, like a really good tank crew reads their commander."

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: DOC_Agren on 28 April 2020, 13:44:41
this is going to be a long "fun" trip home
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 28 April 2020, 14:05:54
this is going to be a long "fun" trip home

Starting with he mistook a Chief Warrant Officer for a personal servant. :o
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Giovanni Blasini on 28 April 2020, 14:18:59
I'm wanting to go back over my Davion cutter design now and redo the dimensions after looking up the density of liquid hydrogen amd the average density of surface-going warships in real life. That way lies madness.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 April 2020, 14:19:40
[out of story]

I put Boothe in to show that 'not all Fedsuns Spacers are...well...'

yeah.

What I'm riffing from: everything in the Canon suggests that back in the olden days of yore, once upon a long time ago, (before the succession wars, or maybe even before the Star League itself) the Federated Suns was a Naval Power.  (with the attendant ego that goes with that.)

they had the bulk of the FedCom fleet in the 3050s and 3060s, and used it up because at some point, in the dim and dark recesses of the distant past, they stopped being a Naval Power (but didn't lose the ego) and focused so heavily on their ground arm, that their ship commanders..well...

kind of forgot how to 'navy' (at least, on the organizational level.)

this is kinda shown by how they structured their ranks.  it's got nice color deviations, buuuut you have surface officers rising (okay, failing upward) into Naval command billets (usually because they are either hot-shit fighter pilots, or truly sub-optimal 'mech pilots.)

thus, explaining the canon fascination they have with driving their ships into other ships instead of using their weapons to solve problems.

This lack of training focus actually shows up in the Dark Age as well with how the Lucien Davion went down over Palmyra.

the CO of that fox-class vessel literally didn't fight his ship, he held a fixed orbit and sat there until the Dracs killed him.

like a moron.  incidentally giving the enemy lots of room to also bombard the ground forces.

This doesn't make sense, unless doctrine and training suggested to said officer, that his ship was a tower and an invulnerable fortress that could afford to just hang there and be killed by opponents that weren't more mobile than he was.

THAT kind of thinking matches 'mechwarrior nobility ideas instead of naval thinking.  he let the enemy pin him in and bombard him to death at their leisure, in the process failing to draw them off the ground troops he was supporting.

How does this happen??

well, it begins with a navy structure that is an afterthought, and ends with a department of the Navy that specifies ships built to the (only) successful tactic landsman 'admirals' have successfully employed in the past.

iow, "Driving my ship through your ship!!!"

the quarters are spacious, Aneh tells me, because of prestige concerns.  regardless of the official designation, AFFS sees Warships as Troop Transports first and foremost, and battering rams the rest of the time.

which fits with ground warfare, 'mech centric thinking patterns.  Ramming with your battlemech makes perfect sense, there are even designs optimized for good old fashioned fisticuffs, and a 'mech charge can be brutally efficient.

but 'mech combat is two-dimensional.  Even with jump capability and air support, planetary warfare is two dimensional.  Movement of a proper spacegoing navy is a three or four dimensional exercise, but since everything worth owning is on the ground...that's where everyone has been concentrating since the guy running mankind was the First Lord of the Star League (and maybe a bit before that.)

Only a few places prior to the Clan Invasion really grasped the fundamental truth that an invasion or raid doesn't happen if the invader or raider can't land-and most of those places never had the budget to build a proper navy.

the ones who did, didn't because their military culture was steeped and infested with ideas focusing on heroic personal combat in full view of civilian victims-right where said victims can participate by dying needlesssly as collateral damage.

you know, stompy boi robots in cities.

it's a chicken-and-egg situation.  The main reason Sharon got the job, was that she showed up with a navy that fought like...well, like a navy over Tharkad, in full view of all the right people to impress.  But she got that navy because thanks to the Quarantine and Arluna Flu, so much industrial, economic and cultural development had to happen off the surfaces of worlds, that having a competent navy was absolutely necessary over the span of decades in that region.  she just metastasized that into reforms of the main naval force, and in the process, instituted an ascetic aesthetic that keeps the landsman would-be-admirals the hell away from positions of influence within the service.

First,the LCN kicked the social admirals out, then they remade the place into somewhere the social admirals didn't want to go-ever.  at all. 

naturally, this is going to run contrary to everybody else (except the Snow Ravens and a few of the smaller independents.)

guys like Boothe 'get it' and if Anh has any chance of actually influencing FSN doctrine, guys like him will be rising in the ranks rather quickly...because they aren't landsmen, they aren't either aching to be like 'mechwarrior relatives, or aching to drive their personal fighter into glorious battle.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 April 2020, 14:34:01
Starting with he mistook a Chief Warrant Officer for a personal servant. :o

the confusion makes more sense if you consider she's walking around with Lt. Commander's tabs, from a command billet, and yet, has no batsman or dogrobber at her heels.  No 'aide de camp', you dig?  they're assuming there's rank-inflation somewhere and such things, because she didn't come aboard with an enlisted man or middie whose job was to carry her briefcase and keep track of her appointments.  (remember, Davion is heavily influenced by a romanticized vision of the British Empire minus the Royal Navy part.  it's likely incomprehensible to them that a senior officer would NOT have an aide following them loyally about...)

after all, what kind of Knight travels without a Squire?
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Sir Chaos on 28 April 2020, 14:45:08
after all, what kind of Knight travels without a Squire?

The kind of knight that uses nuclear missiles instead of lances.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 28 April 2020, 19:33:59
Having been one, I also have to say that dogrobbers do a LOT more than merely rob dogs or be personal servants for their bosses.  If you've never done it, you would be simply shocked at the complexity of a Flag officer's calendar.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 28 April 2020, 19:40:16
The kind of knight that uses nuclear missiles instead of lances.

The kind of soldier that realizes a ship is not a horse, and a lance is a stupid weapon for space combat.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: DOC_Agren on 28 April 2020, 22:38:29
The kind of soldier that realizes a ship is not a horse, and a lance is a stupid weapon for space combat.
Do they exist in any # in the Fed Sun Navy in the senior ranks?
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Post by: Red Pins on 28 April 2020, 23:22:43
Meet the new Cap'n, boys...
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Post by: Korzon77 on 28 April 2020, 23:40:25
The better berthing honestly is a point in the ships favor.  While it's fashionable (not just in fiction, but in RL) to talk about not wanting to spend too much on crew quarters, there are a number of studies showing dramatically improved morale and honestly performance that come out of better berthing, which is a lesson that the Ford class CVN took to heart, and from all accounts the sailors absolutely love the design.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 April 2020, 00:03:24
The better berthing honestly is a point in the ships favor.  While it's fashionable (not just in fiction, but in RL) to talk about not wanting to spend too much on crew quarters, there are a number of studies showing dramatically improved morale and honestly performance that come out of better berthing, which is a lesson that the Ford class CVN took to heart, and from all accounts the sailors absolutely love the design.

undoubtedly so.  (I've read some of those studies).  right now, the LCN is riding a 'morale high' after beating the piss out of the Falcons, who weren't prepared to face an organized navy that's playing offense.

once that high is exhausted, they're going to have to make some additional reforms or they're going to have a serious morale issue, espl. as the present conditions are a direct port from a much smaller force which developed under severe stresses that don't exist anymore, and as foreign states begin rebuilding and redeveloping Naval capability and take their own, disparate approaches.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: nerd on 29 April 2020, 01:03:06
Some good points, but by god, even a U-boat had a tiny cabin just for the Captain. The wardrooms of Fleet Boats could easily be converted into extra berths as needed. Volume is cheap, but then I've been thinking of Traveller starships, that use 13.5 cubic meter tons of displacement.

And yes, most ships for long-service volunteer forces tend to place a bit more space at the hands of the crew. Is there some kind of rec space on those cutters? A place to relax while off duty for movies and conversation as well as the mess decks?
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Post by: worktroll on 29 April 2020, 01:40:52
To help you visualise ... floorplan of Lyran non-flag officer quarters, standard.
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Post by: DOC_Agren on 29 April 2020, 01:59:58
okay I have to ask where the floorplans from worktroll
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Post by: worktroll on 29 April 2020, 02:38:16
Flag officer quarters
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Post by: Cannonshop on 29 April 2020, 09:38:19
Some good points, but by god, even a U-boat had a tiny cabin just for the Captain. The wardrooms of Fleet Boats could easily be converted into extra berths as needed. Volume is cheap, but then I've been thinking of Traveller starships, that use 13.5 cubic meter tons of displacement.

And yes, most ships for long-service volunteer forces tend to place a bit more space at the hands of the crew. Is there some kind of rec space on those cutters? A place to relax while off duty for movies and conversation as well as the mess decks?

To be absolutely fair, Anh's boat during the war was an Arlunan second-hand Sampan II, and those were about as comfortable as a first world war german U-boat (and featured in "Black Jumpsails".) The Mk IV model that is new-production LCAF standard is a bit more...human in terms of living conditions (mainly as it's built with the understanding that not all crewmen are going to be from Belter/Rockjack backgrounds and some folks NEED a little elbow room)

Common areas on a Sampan II are basically the mess deck and the "Boat deck" (with the smallcraft stowed and bulkheads shut, it's the biggest open space on the ship-you can play nullgee basketball in there.)

second largest being the torpedo magazine (once a few rounds have been expended, White Sharks are pretty bulky).

Sampan IV's have dual occupancy bunks for senior crew (Warrants and Officers) and the captain's 'sea cabin' has a folding bed and plumbing-but the Mk IV's haven't completely replaced the II's and III's in service just yet, mostly due to needs keeping the older boats in regular service until everything catches up, and priority going to the Exploration and Duration units.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 29 April 2020, 09:47:19
Now I'm imaging a Lyran Navy "Four Old Spacers"

Skinsuit?  They issued us a plastic bag for our head and an O2 tank!

You got a plastic bag?  We just had to suck on the O2 hose from our tank!

You got your own O2 tank?  We had to share one with our replacement on the other shift!
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: JA Baker on 29 April 2020, 09:56:17
Now I'm imaging a Lyran Navy "Four Old Spacers"

Skinsuit?  They issued us a plastic bag for our head and an O2 tank!

You got a plastic bag?  We just had to suck on the O2 hose from our tank!

You got your own O2 tank?  We had to share one on with our replacement on the other shift!
But you try telling Nuggets that nowadays...
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Post by: qc mech3 on 29 April 2020, 10:18:35
Just this.  :D ;D ;D

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Post by: Cannonshop on 29 April 2020, 10:25:44
Bridge, FSS Kentares, approaching the Duran Zenith Jump point...

Commodore Palmer watched as McCoy stood, looking over the shoulder of Major Foche at the nav console.

it's been seventy hours since leaving the Shipyard, and she'd said maybe a dozen words since departure.  This isn't to say she didn't communicate.  The onboard network mail had a type-text functionality thanks to Apple's intuitive interfaces, and Anh McCoy loved to send inquiries and responses by text, his own inbox had swelled to a dozen times its normal load with her observations and comments.

Some of those commentaries showed how severe the differences in equipment were.  The Lyran wore her skinsuit in full atmosphere, helmet ready to be donned in a moment, even out of combat, even up here on the bridge, with her duty uniform being an overgarment worn over it, because constant wear was part of the Lyran regulation-as was constant maintenance.

he watched her as she hesitantly tapped Major Foche on the shoulder to get his attention, and then shook her head.  She pantomimed a request to touch the text-only keypad.

he nodded, and she started typing out a complex set of formulae, bringing up the Nav-chart and making corrections, step-by-step.

"What's going on, Paul?"  the Commodore asked.

"She doesn't like the jump plot the computer delivered for our first pass-through."  Foche said.  "She's suggesting an alternate that shaves ninety hours off our travel."

"Nahnny saex." two more words after seventy hours.  the fuel calculations scrolled, as well as a visual diagram of the course changes.  "Nahnny saex hawrs off'n et, ang'lar entry, y'see et?"

she pointed at a broken rock sixty kilometers across.  "Trans'tion thar, cuts y'burn tahm bah nahnny saex hawrs, poahnt's a good two hawrs wahde...eff'n y'alls short-burn et startin' in fahve minnets..." she swallowed, and slowed down, "Four minutes thirty seconds, run the burn for twenty at one-point five gees, coast in at the end of the twenty minute burn at these angles, at this velocity, at this time, you'n's have a two-hour window that cuts a week off the trip to the commercial point.  the actual window will be four kilometers wide by four deep at the intersection Ah plotted heah.  We'll arrive at the next point almost a week early, traffic through there's sparse an the arrival point is several thousand kilometers wide, bein' as it's the stable point in that system."

"Do the numbers pan out, Foche?"

"Yeah, if you disable the safeties." Foche answered, "two hour points are hard to plot, but..."

she held up one of her scant possessions, a chronograph-a stopwatch.  "Ain' thet hard." she said, "Three minnits."

"Why do the numbers pan out if we have to disable the safeties?"  Palmer asked.

"It's a shipper's trick, but insurance companies hate it." Foche allowed, "So standard safety protocols disable anything smaller than a ten hour window.  Our systems were contracted through Boeing interstellar, and they're compliant with insurance regs-we're just fortunate enough to have the ability to disable the safeties-new production ships don't."

she tapped her crowbar, "Kin allus disable them safeties." she said.

"I'm going to make a command decision not to this time, Commander McCoy." Palmer said, "We're on a diplomatic schedule, but keep that math warm for when we're past the Lyran border, okay?"

"Aw'reht." she nodded.

"How often do you guys do these...short transitions?"

"Yus." she said, "Unless th' assahnmet specs patrols on th' stable poahnts, we'uns do 'em as reg'lar business-stretch them fuel bladders, git thar faster.  Belt p'trol 'speshly, git a distress, ain' got tahm t'look fo' a nice tin-hawr winder. Stannart's saex minnits, ah did a recahd shot in Tin secons, din't git the record, did Kitch th' Pirate dropper with his pants down."


Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 April 2020, 10:51:08
"Sometimes, your future hits you in the face."

Fighter deck, 24 hours from the Zenith point, Duran system, FSS Kentares...

there were several crewmen in attendance, this was part of Francois' punishment, after all, but even in the FSN, there are those who could communicate more clearly, men and women from worlds or situations that leave an..unfortunate...accent, or those seeking to add a handful of school credits.

Plus, ship duty is boring.

by default, a Junior (or even senior) officer can find him or her self teaching a class-both for points toward promotion, and to assist lower-ranking personnel in gaining their promotion points.

Eleven crewmen were in attendance, and one guest officer, for 'basic french elocution 098, Speech and debate'.

and why not? Francois had actually led the Academy Debate team for three years, and during his ground duty time, he volunteered at local schools, coaching debate clubs-all good for his career in the AFFC, and good for the image of the Aviation arm.

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 29 April 2020, 11:11:18
Does Anh know any French at this point?  I mean is this going to be more speech therapy, or will Francois have to teach her French starting from "first day of grade school" level?
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: qc mech3 on 29 April 2020, 12:05:52
The funny part is to learn to read/write at the same time. The best example is the teacher's name, François. the ''c'' before an ''o'' sound like a ''k'' but here you want it to sound like a ''cee'' so we use the ''ç'' (ASCII code 128) to indicate it.

French look complicated because it's an amalgam of various roman dialects. This video explain it the best IMHO.

https://youtu.be/Tfxf4pV-zJg
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 29 April 2020, 12:15:01
The funny part is to learn to read/write at the same time. The best example is the teacher's name, François. the ''c'' before an ''o'' sound like a ''k'' but here you want it to sound like a ''cee'' so we use the ''ç'' (ASCII code 128) to indicate it.

French look complicated because it's an amalgam of various roman dialects. This video explain it the best IMHO.

https://youtu.be/Tfxf4pV-zJg

One thing that kept tripping me up was misgendering the nouns.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: qc mech3 on 29 April 2020, 12:22:45
That's the most frequent one I see or ear. The worst is if you read official notes/books/site/etc and it make no sense.  :(

That's why we Quebecois are always complaining.  :D
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 April 2020, 12:51:09
FSS Kentares, 38 days into the trip back to the Federated Suns...

"vous devez vous rappeler le sexe du nom, Anh."  Francois said patiently.  He wasn't feeling patient.  She was grasping written french well enough,  almost like anyone raised with two other Romance languages. 

Her problems with pronunciation weren't getting better-she was mispronouncing in french as badly as she did German, Spanish, or English, but he was beginning to catch on to something about her speech patterns, after more than a month of daily work.

"Plus lentement.  pensez à ce que vous essayez de dire." he coached her, then he shifted to english, "Don't hurry so much."

she took in a deep breath, while the enlisted watched for her inevitable outburst.  "c’est tellement frustrant, lieutenant! rien n’est orthographié comme ça sonne!"

it wasn't the blowup he expected, her tone was frustration and despair.

"Vous pouvez calculer les points de saut interstellaires dans votre tête.  si vous vous concentrez de la même façon, vous pouvez accomplir cette tâche!" he chided her.  "I have seen you do it, how can learning to speak what you can write with ease be so difficult?"

"Ah Don' KNOW!!" she burst out in that bastardized english dialect.

"Slow down."  he urged her, "you were doing well until you started to speed up.  Learning a new language isn't easy or everyone would be doing it."

still, as poor as her french was, it was better than the dialects of English or German she grew up with.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 29 April 2020, 13:55:18
I feel for both of them.  Really Anh's situation is one that needs a specialist speech therapist.  All she's got is an officer that volunteers part time as a debate coach in high schools and maybe tutors French as a Second Language.  Anyone that needs the level of work Anh does would be spending her time with those specialist rather than on a debate team.

This is basically retraining the speech habits she grew up with from scratch.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 April 2020, 14:03:56
Sol System, Day 40...

Anh settled on the hull, and found herself joined by a Sargeant named Boothe.

It was an opportunity to practice making herself understood.  "I love it out here." she said.

"Ma'am, you should be inside."  Boothe said, "The view is superb."

"yes, I should." she said slowly, "But..."

"but the stars are spectacular, it's quiet."

she sighed contentedly, "Look, a drive plume, do you know what kind?"

"Not without a telescope." he said.

"Look at the spectrum.  Blue-white intensity, but there's a bit more blue than white." she said, "That's not a Clanner drive plume, it's inner sphere, and heavy."

he blinked and studied it carefully.  "How heavy?" he asked.

she shrugged, "Over one hundred thousand tons, I'd need a point of reference for distance, but see how the trail firehoses before it loses density? Clanner drives are sharper, they don't disperse like that unless they're old SLDF engines.  This is part of how I knew we were up against an Aegis over Sudeten. a smaller drive closer, like a fighter or smallcraft? would have more yellow at the fringes.  we can go down to the CIC and I can show you-wait, I can't. I don't know if your ships carry that kind of gear.  I had an XO during the war, Mettersen, grew up in the belts, he taught me how to look at drive plumes."

in the distance, the drive plume vanished.

"long burn." he said.

"I watched him for ten minutes before you spoke." Anh said, "based on the visible light intensity, length of the plume, and duration, he was pushing one point five gees for fifteen minutes-with one course correction.  but I'd need a sensor log to confirm that."

"Why study drive plumes?" he asked.

"When you're hunting pirates." she said, "ship-spotting is a good skill for a Captain doing antipiracy or warfare.  There are a lot of times where you only have your passive sensors.  We laid in doggo for weeks before the invasion force was ready, ship-spotting and plotting their patrol routes.  by the time the counter-invasion taskforce was ready, we knew where to lay rocks, where the enemy's patrol droppers were, and how long they would have to burn to react..." she gestured, "Our boy is running a patrol between Saturn and Neptune, see?"

"Huh...when I was a boy at Galax, we used to ship-spot from the hull of the station."

"It's great, is it not?" she asked carefully, "relaxing."

"it is..."

they sat in companionable quiet, while the FSS Kentares finished deploying the jump-sail.

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 April 2020, 14:24:37
NCO quarters, FSS Kentares, later that evening...

"You sat with Silent Annie for a couple hours on the hull, what were you two talking about?"  Leftenant Nelson asked.

"Ship-spotting." Boothe said.

"Wrong place to stargaze with a pretty girl, Sergeant."  the Elltee said, "but props for initiative.  you teach her anything?"

"She..." he hesitated, "...it went well, sir.  I think she appreciated the company."

"Well, your ears aren't bleeding, so there's that.  there's worse jobs than teaching one of those backwaters how to spot a drive plume."

you have no idea  "Yes sir."  how is it you don't see it, sir? he wanted to ask, she knows more about this than you do with your Academy education.

"You planning to submit your navigation exam?"  Lt. Nelson asked.

"When I'm ready, sir.  I've got some credit work to do still on the correspondence course."

"Need a hand?"  Nelson asked.

not from you. "I've...I've arranged for some study help, sir.  I'll be ready to sit for the exams next month."

"See that you are, with a mind like yours, you can't stay a deck monkey for your entire career."

"Yes sir."

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 29 April 2020, 17:32:34
No... no he can't... not if wants to chase a Lyran liaison officer...  ^-^
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 29 April 2020, 17:53:12
Said lyran officer is probably his best bet to pass those exams.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 29 April 2020, 17:55:18
NO question there...

Though I have to add, Boothe is no slouch in his own right...  ^-^
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: idea weenie on 29 April 2020, 21:09:20
One thing that kept tripping me up was misgendering the nouns.

Good rule of thumb:
Quand ç'est chère, c'est feminine

 ;D
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 April 2020, 23:34:42
Sol System, Day 61...

"...it's a diplomatic outing, Commander,  that makes  it part of your mission."  Chief Willard said.

Anh sighed.  "Ah dun' lahk et." she said.

"Slowly." the chief said, "Speak slowly. be clear."

"I don't like it." she enunciated.  "Stone has seen the Tharkad yards, they know our capabilities, why would he want one of us to see his?"

"Strategy."  at the open door of her shipboard quarters, Lt. Lafayette was standing in his AFFS class A's.  "Standard strategy really, displaying the Republic's might to allies and potential enemies.  Think; Why did your Archon insist on the Naval talks being held at the Tharkad Naval Yard?"

"Th' facilities were big enough?" she asked, "convenience?"

Francois chuckled, "En tant que génie, vous n’avez pas une compréhension de la stratégie nationale, Commandant, this is poker, not chess or rugby."

she frowned.  "c’est un jeu d’esprit?" 

"Exactly, a mind game-impressing on us that the Republic is a good strategic partner, and remind the visiting Lyran officer that the Republic Navy has teeth."

she finished closing the fasteners on her buff-white equipment harness, and checked her helmet over before hanging it to the harness's stowage-hook, then she pulled her platinum bar from its place in her locker.

"Someday, you people will change your minds and start wearing normal clothes."

"Not for a...bit yet." she enunciated, "Cet uniforme est confortable à 4 degrés kelvin ou 1000 degrés celsius."

"Point."  he laughed.  "Have you ever been to the Sol system before?"

"nope." she said.  "Ah hae'...I have studied the charts, but I have never been here."

"We passed through on the way to the Commonwealth, it's really very impressive.  La Terre est vraiment la capitale de l’humanité."

she snorted, but remained silent all the way to the ship's flight deck, where a K-1 shuttle awaited them.


***


Geneva spaceport, Earth...

The Federated Suns ambassador's party met them at the landing pad.  Anh glanced at Chief Willard, who was already donning his helmet before the airlock opened, "Willard, Keep th' faceplate open." she ordered in german.

"What's the problem?"  Captain Gracie asked, the infantry officer looking puzzled.

She considered how to speak before answering.  "Willard was born at Winter Key." she said, "il a moins de quarante heures de vie sur les planètes."

"Agoraphobia?"

"Planetophobia.  I forgot my anxiety meds." the Chief said apologetically.

"Do not seal up, Ther en't no contagion heah." Anh ordered.

"Aye mum."

"An' tek th'dam het off'n stowet."

Willard hesitantly took his helmet off, and stowed it on his belt.

"can you really order him not to be anxious?"  Francois asked.

"We's see'n." she slurred.  "Ef et sticks, ah kin, Ah cogitate."

they stepped out into sunlight, and fresh air under a vault of blue sky.  Anh watched her subordinate's body language.  While tense, he wasn't in panic mode.

I reckon I can order him not to be afraid after all.  the civilian officials from the Federated Suns embassy greeted the AFFC personnel warmly, and looked at the two of them like fascinating displays.

her nose detected a faint tang in the air here, and she could imagine she heard the rumble of billions of Earthmen just out of sight, packed in urban hives just out of direct vision.

now I just have to make sure I can keep ME from panicking.





Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 April 2020, 00:38:22
Diplomatic Reception, Geneva City, Terra, 1830 hours local time...

Francois remembered how his father 'taught' him to swim.  being thrown off the pier and told 'sink or swim boy!!" by the old drunk might have influenced his attitudes a touch.

Watching Commander Anh McCoy try to navigate the subtleties of a reception was, he imagined, a bit like watching six year old Francois Lafayette struggling to keep his head up in the waters of that pond.

The stereotype of the urbane, polished Lyran officer was taking one hell of a beating here.  "...so crude, wearing a space suit to a diplomatic reception, it's like wearing a cooling vest to a ball!"  Lady Garvey was saying, "And her makeup! what kind of-"

"It's not makeup." He said, and placed his glass on a steward's tray.

"Excuse me?"

"It's not makeup." Francois said, "that's her natural skin tone.  Commander McCoy doesn't wear makeup.  She's from Arluna."

he placed the champagne glass on a tray, "if you'll excuse me, Lady, sir?"

"of course."

he strode through the crowd of dignitaries, officers and minor Earth Nobility, to the far edge of the room, where Anh was doing a remarkably poor job of avoiding scrutiny and stares.

"Excuse me miss?"  He said, shifting to french, "May i ask you to dance?"

she practically jumped in her skin, "sir, I believe we...got in trouble last time."

"The drinks are milder here." he said, and gallantly extended a hand.

"Ah'm not thet gud a danceh." she mumbled.

"let me lead." he said, "I can help you-ballroom dancing is something we do at the Academy, and hiding at the fringe of the gathering isn't working particularly well for you."

"les gens regardent." she murmured.

"No, they were staring, now we're giving them something to look at." he corrected her, as the band shifted to a jazzy techno-waltz.

"nous n’avons jamais eu le temps de terminer ce soir-là." she said. 

he smirked, "croyez-moi ou non, ce n’était pas la première fois que je me réveillais avec une femme étrange dans une cellule de prison."

"Truth?" she asked.

he nodded, "though it is the first time she was disappointed at my...performance the night before.  That was quite the wake up call."

she laughed, and it wasn't the crude bray, but almost a noblewoman's giggle, "peut-être que je vais vous laisser m’impressionner quand vous êtes sobre."

"What is the policy on shipboard...romances?" he asked.

"Never with your crew." she answered, switching to english.  "We mek 'lowances, 'coahse. y'kain'..." she slowed down, enunciating, "you can not be on deployment in such close quarters without something happening.  as officers, we learn to turn a blind eye if a couple crewmen are in the missile magazine or one of the boats during a long idle period.  as long as it's not a superior exploiting their position the unwritten rule says it's fine. officially, of course, it's not, and a boat-captain can be court-martialled if they indulge with a crewman or fellow officer during deployment."

"donc tout le monde, sauf vous alors?" he held the small of her back as they turned in time to the music.  "must be lonely."

"ayeh, 'tis." she looked up into his eyes, and he could see hers focused on him.  "discipline doit être maintenue."





Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Sharpnel on 30 April 2020, 01:01:04
First, I have to decipher Anh's dialect and now I have to translate French, which I haven't spoken in nearly 40 years. Who knew reading could be so much work.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 April 2020, 02:22:53
At the reception...

"...don't need them to advise the Federated Suns, you know."  RAF Admiral Maxton noted.  "Sure, the Lyrans kicked the piss out of the Falcons after only waiting what, almost a century?  Their fleet isn't that impressive."

Commodore Nick Palmer listened to the Terran officer, and thought back to what he'd personally observed during the tour of the Duran shipyard, "We're looking at all the options, Admiral." he finally said.  "Some of their methods are pretty enlightening."

"What, like those low-tech kludges...what are they calling them, 'cutters'?  They're running low-tech cores without safeties, using computer controls that were outdated before the Reunification war.  You can't tell me that's intelligent."

"They made it work against the Falcons." Palmer observed.

"did you look at their loss reports? because our analysis branch have.  You can swamp anything if you throw enough machines and bodies at it."

Palmer let the Republic Admiral bluster on, he'd read those same after-action reports thanks to the LCAF being free with the information.  He'd also read the parts describing how many LCN spacers lived to be picked up after the battle, and while he wasn't an accountant, he could see the drastic difference in costs for those losses, and it was telling.  Not just in terms of resources spent on the offensives and materiel losses, but also comparative losses and comparative firepower differences.

she knows more about how to fight a ship than you do, Admiral. was not a phrase he was ready to utter in public, but it was glaringly clear as the Terran-born Republic officer ranted at the shortcomings of the LCN's cutter program.

"Still with me, Palmer?"

"Sorry, is this actually from the champagne region of france?" He asked, redirecting to the sparkling wine.

"Yes! it is, actually.  it's quite good, isn't it?"

thin as piss and too sweet. "Yes, it is, I don't suppose you can let me secure a bottle for the folks back home?" 

"Of course.  Now, when you see the parade we've got lined up, you'll see a real Navy."

"I look forward to it."  if they're as arrogant as you lot, then I can say I've already seen a real navy, and you're not it.

"Huh...I guess your pilots will stick it in anything with a pulse."

Palmer bridled and caught sight.

Lafayette had McCoy on the dance floor.  about damned time. something expected happened.  "I don't care for your tone, sir." Palmer said, "I think that even offends my national pride and honor.  Leftenant LaFayette is both an officer and a gentleman." he turned to meet the older Terran's eyes, putting the cold steel into his gaze, "He doesn't just 'stick it in anything with a pulse'."

Yup, this was going down hill fast, but Palmer found he really didn't care-maybe the wine is stronger than it seems.  "That young woman he's dancing with, Admiral, SIR?  has kill-claim on a Clanner aegis class cruiser, while commanding one of those 'primitive' tinker-toy cutters.  what's the last warship you've even faced, Sir? not one of those Drac-built dropships, but a proper, capital grade warship?"

"My...apologies if that sounded like  a slur, Commodore, it was meant to be light." the Terran said.

"Accepted.  I'm looking forward to seeing what a 'real' navy looks like, now if you'll excuse me, I see I need to rescue a civilian from the predators surrounding the punch bowl."

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 April 2020, 04:12:08
Norfolk III Station, geosynchronous orbit, Earth, the following morning...

as much dubious 'fun' as it was attending parties ground-side, Anh was happier to be off the surface of Earth again.  There was no quiet down there, and for a natural environment, it just smelled wrong to her senses.

The viewing area for VIPs was laid out like an arena skybox-or that's what Francois compared it to.  The only 'arena' she'd seen was during the riots on Timehri, and that had been a shell of concrete that was mostly convenient as a secured LZ for the Coast Guard relief teams and a sally-port for riot control units trying to lock down the planetary capital so they could fight the fires, and maybe save a few lives.

"Penny for your thoughts, Commander?"  an RAF officer with Major's ranks asked.  Like the...well, like everyone she'd seen, the only sign he wasn't a ground officer were the branch identifiers on his otherwise-useless-in-vacuum unform.

Anh paused to push the tumble of words that wanted to come out into something like order.  "Just thinkin' 'bout how to git everyone inter beachballs ifn' somethin' goes wrong is all."

"We're well protected from accidents here." the Republic officer said with a smile.  Anh didn't comment on his facial hair, or the fact that he would be one of the people she'd be stuffing into a beach-ball (emergency depressurization shelter) if the seals in here failed.

"O'coarse."

"The...skin art-you're a belter?" he asked.

"nuh-uh.  Arlunan." she said, "I's born with this face." she added with a rueful grin.

a subtle shift in his posture,  "I see."

she looked him over.  "Seeyoh son'oth'blek?" she asked.  See you, the son of the black?

he looked left and right, "innanight's everdark meaning?"

"Free stars." she made a fist and clenched it to her chest, then, more carefully, "I didn't know there were any of The Folk left this side of Skye."

"my parents. I'm actually from Titan." he confessed, "Nobody's left in the Belts, it was considered too...disruptive after the Ceres riots in '25."

"huh." I reckon that 'nobody' is a few thousand more people than you officially think.  Anh kept her own counsel.  During the ride to Earth, she'd done some sight-seeing of her own, and using the right optical filters on her helmet, she'd counted dozens of low-signature ion traces between the orbits of Jupiter and mars.

Ion engines don't leave a drive plume, they're slow as hell, but good if you're hiding.

"Show's about to start." he said, "enjoy the parade."  and sauntered off to his duties.

"What was that about?" Lt. Lafayette asked her.

Anh nodded in the direction the Republic officer had gone in, and speaking carefully, and low, she said, "He thought we might be family."

"is it possible?"

she shook her head, "no. not family." she turned her attention to the large viewing window as the first squadron of Republic warships passed by.



Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 30 April 2020, 04:35:32
She's improving, at least...
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 April 2020, 05:41:30
FSS Kentares, the next morning.

"So, what were your impressions, Commander?" Commodore Palmer asked.

"it 'us a big fleet." she said carefully.  "A verrah BIG fleet. Ah would'na say et's a good fleet though."

"Hm?"

"Ah'd say y'alls have a better one." Anh continued, "More pract'cal."

"you don't have that high an opinion of the Federated Suns Navy."

"Ayep...but 'least y'all have a doctrine." she enunciated carefully over breakfast.  "Thet war a nice Collection of antiques, Kind of th' Difference a'tween a museum collection and an arsenal. both gots guns, one gots guns meant t'be used, and fit t'be used."

this got a few chuckles from the gathered officers in the Mess.

"Can you clarify your point?"  Leftenant Colonel Gracie asked.

"Aw'right.  half of those battlewagons were running rich, there war rust around airlocks, meanin' the seals been bad for a while, they plated over gun-mounts they ain't repaired an' th' plating crew didn't match the coatings proper, There was scoring on the transit drive nozzles, an' the second McKenna class in the pass-by still had damage to the primary and secondary batteries that ain't got fixed since the prior owners had it-they tossed paint and coatings on, but if those doors will open, it's only by a miracle of finagle.  The Invisible Truth's radiator fins were still damaged, with her targeting array bein' outright missing...and their formation discipline was crap."

"I admit I missed that part." Palmer said.  "What do you mean?"

"Interval was irregular, some of the escort ships weren't holding position.  Ah've seed civilian convoys with better interval discipline. it warn't no battle formation, 'less their tactic is to let enemy forces through gaps in their line what ain't covered for some single combat action, in which case, why bring escorts at all?"

"I'll testify to the shoddy formation discipline." Lt. LaFayette spoke up, "Their pilots were flying as individuals, not tight wing-pairs or even Drac-style triples, and am I not the only aviator here wondering how those mixed formations are going to hold together in combat? Tail-numbers and unit markings have slow, heavy fighters paired with a mix of light and mediums that have to throttle way down to let the big boys keep up."

Looks passed around the table as officers digested this.

"It's a nice collection, just not a fleet." Anh finally broke the silence.  "Ah would scale it up there with th' organization of the LCN prior to '43-an afterthought rushed into service by landsman commanding officers, but they ain' gots a doctrine an' thet's apparent.  You all at least have gots a doctrine."

"The repair states were concerning." the Chief Engineer, Major Allbright, noted, "those were some powerful ships..."

"But they ain' gots th' ability ta keep them running."

"Yeah, spares are an obvious problem."

Anh sipped her coffee, and quoted.  "If you can not afford to lose it, you can not afford to use it.  first time one of those Terran Battlewagons takes serious damage, will be the last time it's of any use to anyone, anyhow."

"Is it just me, or is she getting clearer?"  Lt. Nelson asked.

Anh laughed.

"They could be building new ones?" Nelson added, looking around, "I mean, the Republic has a population of over a trillion people..."

"They ain' gots belt industries." Anh said, "They hafta mine in the well, ship it to orbit, process it...without a belter community since Stone decided theirs was too...disruptive.  if'n they're building new ships, it's with both hands tied."  she placed her fork, "But...let's say they is-what does it look like to have new construction?"

"Titan or Galax." LaFayette said,  "The yards would be patterned after Titan, or Galax."

"Easy 'nough to see with a telescope then." she said, "jes gotta know where to look."

"Where would you look?"

"Not at titan." she said, "If'n Stone wants it kept a secret, and close to home, he won't be using the old Titan yards, an' we coulda' seed it if it were Luna."

"Jovian moons maybe?"

"makes sense.  decent materials, lots of interference for anything what relies on Lidar or radar." she said, "They could do like the Kowloonese did with Boojum an' Spider Moon. trouble bein', they'd need a population out thar an' they shut the Belts off when they suppressed the Metis."

"it's watch this hand." Palmer stated, "we saw exactly what Stone wanted you to see, McCoy."

"Ayeh.  I expect you're right." Anh mused, "Th' question beins why he wanted me to see it...an' why he didn't feel it right to clue in his actual allies."

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 30 April 2020, 06:23:20
Well another question is do the RAF even know they have dead weight?
They did have their stealth ships that gave the CG fits?
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Sir Chaos on 30 April 2020, 06:28:00
Might they be playing the bumbling fools on purpose? You know, the way Sun-Tzu played Mommy´s Little Madman during the Outreach Conference, while actually being one sharp (and almost completely sane) cookie in private?

Everyone with a clue about naval operations would then discount them as a serious naval power. Meanwhile, somewhere out of sight, perhaps at the old ComStar fleet bases, someone who actually knows what they´re doing is operating a RAF fleet that´s actually meant to be used.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 April 2020, 07:16:49
Outer hull, FSS Kentares, 14 days later...

Anh reclined on the hull, just her suit between herself and the dark, silence of vacuum, the magnetic clamps of her boots holding her to the surface.

looky, looky...  using vision magnification, she could just make out the VAB's of a shipyard where everything official insisted one couldn't be.  the positioning was pretty clever-the Io/Jupiter lagrange point.

she opened her travel pouch, and snapped the ranging sight on her helmet's visor, and used it to increase magnification.  hello, the Republic's real fleet.

with a connector she linked it to her PADD, and brought up the visual file from the destruction of the Pol Nguyen station at Arluna. 

"got you, you sumbitch."

using comparator software, she pieced together the profiles of the ships idling in Io's shadow.

Three of the dozen or so vessels, matched the stealth ship that destroyed the Pol Nguyen station in the Arluna system, as well as killing a prospecting team in Arluna's outer belts, sinking a patrol cutter from Winter, and destroying two others.

we were a live-fire test because nobody would notice in the rest of the Inner Sphere if a bunch of plagies died mysteriously. 

she indexed the images and stored them, making note of the shipyard itself-a modern, modular design with a capacity for twenty simultaneous ships, spread into the shadow of a moon, only visible from certain angles and unlikely to be looked at.

The bigger warships orbiting also got their image profiled against Jupiter's storm-wracked face.

Those ain't lolas.  The profile was clearly based on the Lola III, but the additional sensor clusters and added bulges for power-systems and coolant fins might as well have announced they were a more modern, advanced model.

Clever boys. clever.  as she watched, one of them manuevered on cold thrusters, and vanished with a pulse.

she got up after Io's position changed, blocking the view of the secret shipyard.

Anh put the image intensifiers back in her suit's ditty bag, stood up, and walked to the airlock.

now, do I share this with my hosts, or keep it to myself?

the cycle on the airlock shifted red-to-green, and the outer hatch opened.

I'll decide later. she crawled in, the airlock closing behind her.

Space is big.  Space is mind-bogglingly big.  Space doesn't have an atmosphere to attenuate vision at thousands, or even millions of kilometers distance, if it can reflect light, and you're looking in the right direction, you can spot a beer-can in deep space with a pair of binoculars.

The optics for a range-glass are a bit better than that-the lenses are ground on the same sort of equipment that lets industrial companies produce naval grade lasers, and the 4 cm adjustable optics can, if you're really determined, be mounted as the focus array for a communication laser.

really cheap technology, on the scale of any industrialized state in the Inner Sphere, and most surface-bound authorities won't think twice at the idea that you can't see that far-after all, even lasers have a limited effective range, and visible light can be swamped by reflection.

Stealth is possible if your marks don't know they should even be looking, it's even more possible if they don't know what vector to look in, thus why planetary early warning systems consistently miss dinosaur killer asteroids until they've passed.

half of knowing where to look, is to know what to look for, and repeated recon missions against the Jade Falcons, along with antipiracy missions to prevent quarantine breaches, plus being there when new yards are built, listening to the workers talk, and having them speaking freely because they think you're too dense to understand them?

Anh guessed-and the guess panned out.

The Jovian system had everything needed. it had Ganymede, Io, a limited belt, and was easily observed and controlled by Earth bound authorities.  Everything needed, including a gas giant putting out so much RF noise that any comms traffic would be drowned out by the rumbling of the gas-giant Jupiter.

ganymede for water and life habs, Io for raw materials...  Nobody looked twice at jupiter when they came through-not with the famous titan yards over Saturn and the Luna yards.

but Jupiter? that's where a Rockjack would put a secret naval base for developing new ships and training naval crew.

do I tell my hosts?

Anh waited for the inner lock to cycle, and came inside.

once air press was normalized and she was in the envelope of the FSS Kentares she took her helmet off.

"Enjoyed your walk?"  Francois asked.  (first names now? why not?)

"Oui." she said, "very relaxing."



Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 April 2020, 07:50:38
Day 180, New syrtis system..

the trip through former Fedsuns space had been plenty of time for Anh to instruct Major Foch on how to cut transit times with off-axis jumps, recharge unseen in the outer limits of star systems, and generally sneak past DCMS pickets.

The Tharkad agreement was holding up, so far, but as they crossed former Fedsuns territory, the mood on the ship darkened, and she understood the feelings as, perhaps, the Fedsuns' allies did not.

She'd felt the exultation of driving the Falcons from Lyran worlds they'd held for a century, smashing an invader that had seemed once to be insurmountable.

New Avalon might have been moved to New Syrtis, but that was just a center of outrage for the men and women bringing her to their 'new' capital world.

It showed in how the lingua lessons changed as well.  More officers than enlisted were attending LaFayette's french lessons, and grilling her on tactics in french, methods in french, techniques and experiences from the war, in french.

It felt like some of the 'war training' exams run by Nikki Minh in the Guard, and it felt like Sharon Ngo's briefings and counter-briefings on the way to relieve Tharkad.

analyzing lost battles, victories, and what could have, or should have, been done differently.

This mood manifested with the crew, as well.  More and more crewmen moved through the corridors of the ship in EVA suits, with less and less carelessly leaving hatches undogged, lockers unsecure.

Anh's little 'walks' on the hull between jumps became well-attended classes in themselves, and she found herself teaching officers nominally superior to her in the old FedCom hierarchy how to observe, astrogate, and examine the evidence of their own eyes in the blackness of deep space.

Three jumps into former Fedsuns territory, she joined Major Foch and Major Allbright, in removing the safeties from the Jump controller, the hardwired components being removed with a halligan rescue tool, the coolant lines rerouted to bypass the removed limiters, after which, Allbright wrote a software patch to the nav-com computer, removing the software blocks.  After that, they practiced 'short window' jumps, bypassing monitoring in an even dozen systems,going right past both Republic, and DCMS picket lines without being seen.

today, in the New Syrtis system, Anh recovered from Jump-sickness, and signed off.  "You are now a qualified Navigator, Major." she said, "Six minute transition. Excellent progress."

The officers in the brid-the CIC, applauded awkwardly in their EVA suits.

"We're going to have to do something about those suits though." she added, "You can't live in those things full time!"
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 30 April 2020, 09:04:51
hmm.. modified Lola's in a cannonshop story, and ones that are advanced tech models with extra sensors? why do i get the feeling that the ROTS is playing around with elements of Caspar tech, perhaps using some of the stuff the WoB developed for their "Caspar II" (https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Space_Defense_System#Word_of_Blake_SDS_.28Caspar_II_Systems.29) program on hulls based off the originals. most likely without the AI systems, but making use of the additional sensor and EWar systems along with a degree of the onboard automation.(like the automatic fighter repair and refueling bays. if not full on drone fighters. we know that in canon they were making fairly heavy use of drone mechs and vehicles on the ground, so a navy using drone fighters on the larger hulls would certainly fit.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: ddm45 on 30 April 2020, 10:02:51
Not that Trillian really wants it but she now has Casus Belli to launch a Pearl Harbor type strike against the Republic and shatter its power. Their arrogance has allowed a for a scouting mission that found the targets and probably also noted any patrol patterns and defenses. It would not be hard to disguise the movement of ships since they are a real navy and having an announced war game would not suprise anyone and would probably be SOP which would allow them to move a fleet to destroy the main target, the ship yards, the fleet itself would be an extra.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: kindalas on 30 April 2020, 10:23:36
hmm.. modified Lola's in a cannonshop story, and ones that are advanced tech models with extra sensors? why do i get the feeling that the ROTS is playing around with elements of Caspar tech, perhaps using some of the stuff the WoB developed for their "Caspar II" (https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Space_Defense_System#Word_of_Blake_SDS_.28Caspar_II_Systems.29) program on hulls based off the originals. most likely without the AI systems, but making use of the additional sensor and EWar systems along with a degree of the onboard automation.(like the automatic fighter repair and refueling bays. if not full on drone fighters. we know that in canon they were making fairly heavy use of drone mechs and vehicles on the ground, so a navy using drone fighters on the larger hulls would certainly fit.

I'm picturing proper SDS Caspar systems with the advantages of the Caspar II system and full crew quarters to let the ships jump freely.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 April 2020, 10:59:36
New Syrtis Shipyard...

"...bad doctrine, but you at least have a doctrine." Leutnant Commander Anne McCoy, Lyran Commonwealth Navy, stood in front of a lecture hall without showing a bit of anxiety.   Her strawberry-blonde hair framing a two-tone face, the base of which was as pink as most of her audience, but stained darker red around her eyes, cheekbones, ears, mouth, and throat-the marks of the Quarantine Zone, Arluna's legacy printed to skin like a botched cosmetic tattoo.

The slight woman's LCN Skinsuit covered by a loose overgarment that was more of an imitation of a uniform, held tight to her form by a glossy white leatherette harness.  She gestured easily with the platinum-plated crowbar, as she discussed topics that already had several of Julian's most senior Naval Officers turning red with affront.

"Having a doctrine is a start."  Her french was measured, careful, precise.  Each word weighted firmly with conviction.  "The test of every doctrine, of course, is combat-but it is better to begin with flawed doctrine, than no doctrine at all, because any doctrine, no matter how perfected, must be able to adjust to the changes of environment."

Behind her, the image of the FSS Antrim's final charge appeared.  "In the last major war, the navies of the Federated Suns and most of the rest of humanity, fought in a certain way."

Another image, another legendary ramming attack.  "This was driven by conditions-the first, being that nobody had fought a full-scale naval engagement since the second succession war."

the image of the last battle of the LAS invincible over Hesperus in the second war.

"Thus, while the ability to build ships had been restored..."  the image of the original RX-78 Fox class prototype under construction replaced the prior images.  "...the understanding of how to fight a ship had been lost."

the screens behind he went blank.  "It is arguable that this has not yet been rediscovered, that the Lyran success against Clan Jade Falcon was a fluke, that they were unready, that we were too ruthless, that we relied on mobbing our foes."

behind her, the first three battles of the reconquest war against the Falcons appeared.

"I would argue that some of those criticisms are valid.  We took heavy losses for every success...on the ground." she paused.  Julian watched her studying her audience.  "Let me repeat that- we took heavy losses on the ground.  In space, during the preparation for each operation? we took fairly light losses-certainly lighter than we expected or anticipated, because Clan Jade Falcon was completely unready for us... in space."

she waved a hand, and an image familiar to every man in the room lit up.  The FSS Lucien Davion, over Palmyra, seconds before that ship was destroyed.

"Your navy was unready for the Draconis Combine, in the same way." she said, "You were unready, because you had no doctrine of readiness."

she slapped her palm with the crowbar, "This, you have begun to correct.  Learning from the errors of others, is wisdom."

a few of his officers, well, looked confused now, instead of angry. there were a few who still looked like they'd like to throttle the thirty-year old woman standing on the stage, but Julian was pleased to note that some of the branch officers attending the lecture were still listening.

"when I volunteered for this activity, it was with great...reluctance." she said.  Julian didn't miss that small deception. The true conditions had been reported by MIIO almost before the Kentares left the Duran shipyard.

it was a tactful deception.

"My reluctance can be illustrated thusly..."  behind her, the images of naval glory and tragedy were replaced by the image of a bighorn sheep.

"This is a male sheep.  Male sheep, in english, are called 'rams'."  On the screens behind her, the image of the Antrim appeared next to the image of the sheep.

"It is a crude pun, and one that is quite commonly referenced in LCN circles when discussing the Federated Suns Admiralty." she tapped the podium with her crowbar, the way an instructor would with a swagger stick.

"Former LCN chief of staff Sharon Ngo put it rather crudely once."  she said, "as a redneck, I must admit a certain...Schadenfreud, but some of you have no doubt heard the slur."

Julian had been at that reception, he'd over-heard Sharon Ngo saying it.  Sheep ******.

"I trust every man and woman in this room, is deeply, thoroughly and completely offended at the slur, if you know it.  If you do not, ask someone who's very angry in this room, right now, because you should be offended."  her tone was icy and hard.  "The crew of the FSS Kentares were, and they knew about it before I had to explain it to them!" on the third screen, a crude, and not-at-all-safe-for-children cartoon appeared, the caption reading 'order of the lonely shepherd'.

"THIS is a thing you do not deserve...until you do." the grotesque cartoon vanished, along with the image of a bighorn sheep.  "your people are better than that, and you will have to be better than that, if you wish to reclaim your realm from the Kuritans...the good news, is that you can be."

a selection of images appeared on the screen behind her.

"The Kentares Class escort carrier.  The name 'ram' is silly and does not fit the profile.  The Fox-class multipurpose corvette, these you already have in production..."

then, a row of a half-dozen images appeared.  "and to supplement them, you have a fine selection of vessels to evaluate, the Talus (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=69096.msg1603106#msg1603106) class, from Dynamico Limited of Delevan, the Black Swan (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=69096.msg1603190#msg1603190) class, from Interconnectedness Unlimited, a vessel somewhat nicer than the cutter I served aboard during the war, while being only slightly heavier.  The CEC DP-99 (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=69096.msg1603195#msg1603195) class, the Naugatuck (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=69096.msg1603656#msg1603656) from June Hyperspace systems, the Sackville (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=69096.msg1603951#msg1603951) class, and the Bludgeon (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=69096.msg1604131#msg1604131) Class.  These are all terrific ships, you have a wealth of creative designers and innovators, and your First Prince has the good sense to use them."

a hand went up, "Which one would you suggest? with your experience?"  an Admiral asked.

Anh shook her head, "Wrong question." she said, "My experiences are based on a completely different situation than your own people-what worked for us, might not work for you.  for clarity's sake, we were fighting degenerated clan forces, you are facing a very much revitalized Draconis Combine, one whose leadership is not...'branch blind', and whose choices have been...remarkably sensible from a military perspective.  The Kaga class carriers are very intelligently laid out and designed, crewed by professionals that are trained to think in naval terms, as opposed to being, as your late First Prince Caleb Davion put it, 'glorified bus-drivers for ground units'.  Our war and your war are going to be very different wars."

"Do you think war is inevitable then?"  another officer asked.

"I think it is. how you enter and how well prepared you are when you do, will decide whether you win, or lose-but inevitably, if not today, then tomorrow, you will again be at war with one of your neighbours, and when you go, it will be with the Navy you have at the time, not the navy you wish you had." she paused for effect, "Of course, the longer you take, the better prepared you can be."

"What would your first step be, Leftenant Commander?" Julian asked from the back of the room.

"build up your supply of able crew." Anh stated, "build your arsenal of capable vessels, but more important, build up your crewing and black-water training.  On my journey here, I was stunned to find out that your navigation officers were not trained to make use of potential jump-windows shorter than ten hours duration.  Every day a ship spends moving from a point, to another locale, is time wasted, and fuel used merely for the act of transit.  In the Coast Guard, I had to qualify on a six-minute jump window-that is, a nonstandard KF transition point available for only six minutes before the neutral gravity point was depleted.  This is a training issue, I grew up on a dirt farm and learned how to do those observations and calculations manually.  It is a teachable skill, and you have people with the natural talent in abundance."

"How did those help?" another Admiral, this time a silver haired man whom had looked positively ill with rage when she explained the slur, asked.

"reconaissance, operational duration, operational range." Anh stated, "on my last command, an older Sampan-class cutter, we clocked three to nine month duration cruises with fifty people crammed into a tiny hull of only fifty one thousand tons, most of which was fuel, ammunition, sensors, and mission equipment.  we had to hot-bunk and share a single head for the majority of that time-but we were able to scout out and prepare the target systems for the counterinvasion forces undisturbed, by being where teh enemy had no reason to believe we were-no early warning system made by man can monitor an entire star system, they rely on being able to monitor select points that are stable and long-duration, because it is impossible to track every possible entry or exit point, and even if it WERE possible, the problem is the problem of universal surveillance-eventually what breaks down, is the operator."

"What sort of preparations?"

"Placing and activating kinetic impactors, locating and neutralizing patrol dropships, suppression of enemy aerospace control and coordination, establishing links to resistance cells, dropping pathfinders in to plan and establish landing zones..." she paused, "Neutralizing minefields-the Falcons laid out one hell of a net of mines over Sudeten, lovely things, but limited, gravel slung at relativistic speeds served to clear invasion routes for the main fleet."

"Gravel?"

"in space, debris can be a weapon." she said, "there is an old saying; throw a relativistic rock, and you can shatter a planet, teach someone else how,a nd they can shatter a great many planets.  The Jade Falcons at Sudeten retreated into a Brian fort, we killed the fortress instead of trying to capture it, using thirty meter long tungsten rods fired from a point midway across the solar system, timed to intersect the planet at the fortress's location as the planet's orbit and rotation presented it.  the rods were fifty tons each, and moving fast enough that the brief atmospheric interphase presented little in the way of resistance.  we cratered the mountain on top of them, then drilled through the crust underneath-there's a 'shield' volcano where their final redoubt once stood, and the hardest part was getting that much tungsten moved into the system unseen.  the remnant forces on-world surrendered the following day, but that was an extreme situation, and the plan would have failed if they had an inkling it was even possible."

she just lied there. Julian realized.

"We started the rods falling toward the planet nearly a month prior, and they were under chemical rocket thrust to begin with, then reverted to pre-jumpflight 'ion' propulsion to keep them accelerating for the fall toward the planet...but that was, as i said, an extreme case of preparation on our part. they could have killed the whole thing simply by not hiding in a bomb-proofed bunker."

and she's telling the truth again. he mused.

"Why did it succeed then?"  another officer asked.

"because we bothered to know our enemies before launching the offensive.  we knew what they would do, so we had a plan to deal with it.  When the Clans get backed to a wall, they fall back on SLDF methods, and the old SLDF loved their bunkers as fallbacks-to the point that their choices in the Periophery rebellion often led to concentrating forces in places where one nuclear weapon could annihilate them...which happened frequently in Taurian and Outworlds fronts of that conflict-the Falcons, like most Clanners, don't disperse under pressure, they gathered to present more firepower to their foes."

behind her, imagery and illustrations cycled, underlining what the LCN did to the Falcons at Sudeten.

"The Dracs won't act like Clanners." she repeated, "You can't expect what worked for us, to work against them-they're competent. not merely on an individual, warrior-to-warrior level, but as tacticians and strategists.  the greatest mistake you can make, when you launch your war, is to underestimate them, because they will do what we did-and feed it to you sideways with an elbow-chaser."


Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: qc mech3 on 30 April 2020, 11:04:52
Excellent français jusqu'à maintenant.

And it's evidant that Stone will use a Caspar II fleet to protect Terra, if not all of Fortress Republic. It's the only way to get a full Navy without investing too much in personnel. A paranoid like Stone can't trust them to do it right.   
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 April 2020, 12:09:24
Excellent français jusqu'à maintenant.

And it's evidant that Stone will use a Caspar II fleet to protect Terra, if not all of Fortress Republic. It's the only way to get a full Navy without investing too much in personnel. A paranoid like Stone can't trust them to do it right.

I kept in mind the reasonable transit times with this, which gave me a chance to show Anh learning a new language (and how to control her own enunciation).
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 30 April 2020, 12:14:06
I kept in mind the reasonable transit times with this, which gave me a chance to show Anh learning a new language (and how to control her own enunciation).

Almost half a year of immersion and dedicated, if amateur, speech therapy.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 April 2020, 13:02:09
Almost half a year of immersion and dedicated, if amateur, speech therapy.

in heroic fiction, heroes should do heroic things, even if it's a little light on the action.  Witness Thor's trials with Útgarða-Loki.  Anh working through and learning a new language (and how to control her own speech impediment in her primary tongue) is a theme that in the Ngoverse dates back to Debbie Mac, of Arluna Flu fame, only I glossed a LOT more over that one.

which makes this one of the 'repeating themes' in this fanverse setting. *Yay*.

one of the others being the unresolved romance sub-theme.  (What is it with these Arlunan chicks anyway?)

Like Debbie Mac, I gave Annie McCoy a couple of possible suitors of wildly different backgrounds.  (Frank LaFayette being the hotshot fighter jock of noble birth and fine education, Sgt. Boothe being the working man of spacer background and innate talent.  With Debbie, there was Pol Nguyen and Carlos, Pol being the wiser, older man who wouldn't until she's older, and Carlos being the conscientious son of a minor noble.)

While Debbie eventually got her prince (and her armsman on the side, but not in the squicky way), Anh's romantic subplot remains painfully evasive, and is much more complicated by her status as a foreigner.

In other words, I'm not sure HOW to resolve it, only that it's something I really ought to resolve.

While I did show many 'upper class twits' I also tried to take pains to show them in contrast with their more intelligent moments, as well as contrasting them slightly with their counterparts.

I also don't know if Annie's caution about not underestimating the Draconis Combine Admiralty will actually play out.

I also don't know what she's going to do about the intelligence she's gathered in the Sol system, but there's more than the pictures she took.  I don't know how that's going to play out yet.

As for the Davion Cutters (linked examples, there's more in the design thread) I still don't know either.  With the Lyrans it was easy-I knew what I wanted to do with the faction from day one, and only needed real help with two of the designs (I still have the PM from Liam's_Ghost with the stats on the first couple of Sampan variants, makes it easier to envision, and the Landmark Destroyers are wholly illegal designs so...no stat block because they require options that simply don't exist in any of the software for generating ships and I don't know how they'd code it for megamek use-turrets aren't really possible with the existing rules, and so it's kind of impossible to game-model a ship that can lay a full broadside at ANY angle).

Finally, there's the Republic and the Cappies-both have been developing 'Stealth' ships independently of one another, without each other's knowledge.

THAT is going to be a funny confrontation.

Events that we KNOW are going to happen:

Wolf/Republic war gets hot.
Combine/Fedsuns war heats back up to shooting war status.

Now, to be fair, this has a lot of permutations built in.  The FWL hasn't really been touched on either in the stories, or the design threads, but you can be assured that Nikol isn't going to be content to be surrounded by resurgent naval powers and a violent Wolf Empire.

the other thing, is that Trillian Steiner-(Davion) has some affection for Cousin Julian.  Sending an 'attache' to 'observe' (help) them in their quest for naval capability, and other indirect means of support, clashes with the potential hostilities toward the Republic, as well as Yori's generally sensible approach to Lyran neutrality.

means Trillian could end up dragged into a shooting war against one or more factions that are politically 'in her camp' no matter which way she jumps.

this is a status and situation quite similar to pre-war U.S. relations in the early 20th century-straddling the line and staying neutral is hard, especially when the stronger potential ally is in direct competition with your personal and filial ties.

The Archon ends up screwed no matter what she does, unless what she does is remarkably clever.

rulers tend to have great difficulty in Battletech doing remarkably clever things without it blowing up in their faces.



Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 30 April 2020, 13:44:29
Finally, there's the Republic and the Cappies-both have been developing 'Stealth' ships independently of one another, without each other's knowledge.

THAT is going to be a funny confrontation.

Spy(ship) vs Spy(ship)?  ;D
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Giovanni Blasini on 30 April 2020, 14:45:57
Wow, am I out of date. I missed that New Avalon fell to the Combine.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: kindalas on 30 April 2020, 17:31:03
Wow, am I out of date. I missed that New Avalon fell to the Combine.

I think it happened in shattered fortress.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 30 April 2020, 18:14:45
I though they took it back?  ???

I don't really follow anything (other than Cannonshop stories) past 3040 or so...

And sorry I was too slow to get a cutter design in...  :-\
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: DOC_Agren on 30 April 2020, 19:34:42
First, I have to decipher Anh's dialect and now I have to translate French, which I haven't spoken in nearly 40 years. Who knew reading could be so much work.
I blame Cannonshop, for keeping our mind working during the Covid Crisis 8)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: worktroll on 30 April 2020, 20:55:35
I'm surprised, after 50 years, how much French I understood! Helps that I could pick out the key words & interpolate.

(My mind is stuck in English grammar, from too much IT. Tried learning Greek three times. Can only still say Greek words in English grammar, which ... can amuse that side of the family)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 04:52:59
Warrior's Hall, New Syrtis...

"...getting into the Naval program isn't what it used to be." Captain Francois LaFayette announced, "You're going to be tested in ways that Aeropilots, 'mechwarriors and other ground forces never even dreamed of...for which, you won't get the social prominence, and you won't get the prestige, and you will get long hours and some of the most academically and intellectually stressful challenges you can imagine-and a few you can't."

He looked at the hall full of applicants, "Some of you, will wash out, wash down to 'mechwarrior, or aeropilot, tanker or infantry."  He paused for emphasis, "That's right, I said wash out and drop down to more prestigious, famous, celebraed roles."

He propped a Halligan rescue-tool on his shoulder, "some of you, if you survive long enough, will die before you're promoted past recruit.  Space is dangerous.  In the Navy, you will face dangers ground warfare specialists can't even imagine,  you will have experiences your family back home can't imagine.  This is what I'm selling; hardship, boredom, bowels-chilling excitement, the power to make a real difference, and the kind of experiences the uninitiated can't even comprehend, but I'm also selling the hardest work you've ever imagined in an environment of three dimensional warfare and five dimensional travel.  the Fleet is the Blood of the armed forces, and the antibodies in that blood.  We're not just hauling ground-pounders here."

He leaned on the tool like a cane, "That's my pitch, boys and girls, you can aspire to be another 'mechwarrior, or tank driver, you can seek out a fighter slot-if you can get it-but if you're up to facing a real challenge, a true test, without the prestige or the parades, if you're up to a hard life in a vital role, talk to your advisor about a Naval career path.  but keep in mind, it's not for weaklings or sissies."
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 05:44:01
Fedsuns Naval Command, New Syrtis system...

Anh waited for the senior officers and the corporate reps to be seated.

"We have seven designs." Rear Admiral Nick Palmer announced.  "a couple of additional variant designs are also in the running.  Commander McCoy?"

"I have looked over the specifications, and I find no fault in any of the listed designs-at least, in concept.  The prototype hulls passed an inspection by both Materiel Command, and myself, along with Chief Willard, and we have examined the proposed training regimen, and it has been corrected to remove core flaws."

she spoke with a measured, deliberate cadence,  "It is my recommendation to this board, that six vessels of each submitted type be procured for further evaluation by crew in the field with overlapping areas of responsibility, that command be organized with junior officers as vessel commanders and in charge of departments, with a senior officer overseeing each unit of six, preferably an officer with experience in Jumpship or Warship operations.  Using the AFFS ranking structure, a unit commander in charge of multiple cutters should be two pay grades higher than the cutter commanders, with a squadron XO in the intervening pay grade, preferably with operations experience."

"Primary testing tasks include, but are not limited to, antipiracy patrol, customs enforcement, and search-and-rescue tasks.  Personnel assigned to Command of an individual cutter need to be field-qualified using an Explorer class recon ship in the tasks of manual jump navigation with a target of a minimum six-minute jump window, at least three times in rapid succession before taking command, they must also demonstrate proficiency at maintenance tasks and damage control, as a ship commander needs to be proficient enough to guide and advise his or her crewmen in handling damage control and maintenance tasks."

a Subaltern passed out blue folders with curriculum guidelines.  "Operationally, Cutters should be commanded by rank O-3 personnel, with O-5 rank personnel acting as squadron leaders and O-4's as squadron executive officers.  For department heads aboard ship, Warrant or Senior NCO grades are suitable, provided they have proficiency in their department's function and full qualification on the equipment they are overseeing."

she folded her arms, "THIS, in turn, frees up slots on larger warships for senior officers, and establishes the necesssary underlying base to begin planning future expansions of capital ship production and deployment by creating the necessary deep base of experience and trade-skills necessary to staff larger vessels effectively and competently in larger numbers later on."

"THis cuts into the Pocket Warship programs." an Admiral commented.

"Not really." Anh said, "Dropship command is good for fighter-branch, and it's good for transport, but actual naval warfare requires a jump capable ship-you can't pop from the Oort cloud to a planet in fifteen minutes with a dropship engine, certain maneuvers and even types of maneuvers aren't physically or theoretically possible for dropships.  You will see in the Syllabus that current model Pocket Warships will be directly subordinate either to ground forces, or as elements on larger Warships for tasks such as planetary interdiction, picket, and as supplemental firepower to the existing production of Fox and Kentares class vessels, and may be a good place to assign personnel unable to complete a jump navigation exam successfully."

"I think she just called your branch useless, Bill." an officer with ground forces tabs said.  "how will this impact the transport branch, if you're grabbing all the navigators?"

she rolled her eyes, "Oi, first off, ah ain' grabbin' nobody. this he-re es a Recommendation.  Y'all have to make the decisions, that's why we're doing this instead of going straight to implementation."

"And the second?"

"Most commercial haulers can't do the math." she said simply,  "The ones who can, usually run like their ass is on fire and their hair is catching if they see an AFFC vessel of any kind on approach.  There will always be, if we do th is right, more officers 'graduating' from cutter duty, than slots available on larger combat vessels.  at worst, you will see an improvement in transportation reliability and a few more options than you had prior to this program going into effect."

"I..I don't see the connection, Commander.  Can you clarify that comment?"  The First Prince asked.

"Nikki Minh was a pirate, before she was Coast Guard, she trained a few generations of us in how to work transitionary points, when you combine that, with the programs Bianh Vu Dao came up with for inspection and maintenance of civilian vessels, we cut piracy on the antispinward border of the Lyran Commonwealth by eighty five percent in the first three years once we started moving it out of the quarantine zone,  one of the watersheds from that, was that LCAF transport command found more bidders for more transport contracts and substantial reductions in the cost of those contracts.  In your case, you get antipiracy ships who can catch a pirate with his pants around his ankles, but you also get transport command officers who can bring a Regiment into position and have them landing before the alarm goes off, where you had to use a single lance transport before.  Savings in fuel means longer periods between refueling, which means less cost to move units.  Sloops and cutters that can prep an invasion zone means less risk to landing forces, sloops and cutters to intercept enemy units in space means less cost to ground garrisons.  the net benefit is that your transport costs go down, transport availability will go up, enabling a higher operational tempo, with better supply delivery."

"Hence why you want to put junior officers in charge of these?"  Admiral Palmer asked.

"Yes. the training and experience translates better with younger minds, and good habits carry over to more senior and responsible fields, including the movement of ground forces.  Working in tandem with other jump-capable vessels thus also carries over into fleet and formation discipline on the larger scale-we brought wolfpack tactics back to the LCN from the Coast Guard, this proved crushingly effective against enemy forces that were used to operating as 'lone falcons'."

"I don't see why we should replace dropship defensive lines with these cutters though!"  the gray-haired admiral insisted.

"Tell me, have you ever had to call for assistance?" she asked, "bumped into an enemy battlegroup, or somesuch similar, as happened to the FSS Lucien Davion?"

the man's lower lip quivered and he flushed white, but he didn't answer.

"You did.  how do you think they got you out of position to save him?" she asked casually, "The Lucien Davion had no escorts, none of the pocket warships or dropship carriers, because it was kitted to support surface units.  Had there been a half dozen cutters within fifteen light years, that ship might still be alive.  had there been a squadron of cutters in the Palmyra system at that time, the Dracs would not have lived to make landfall-in a naval battle following this doctrine, movement is fluid, you can be unpredictable in a way that an Overlord A3 simply can't, and your response time with six minute windows means your reinforcements can be there before the enemy has finished launching his escort fighters."

and that was the moment the silver-haired admiral's right hand met his own eyes,  "dear god, I've wasted my career..."

"Ain't a waste if you understand past mistakes-and correct them."  she said gently.  "When far away, appear immanent, when near, appear far away.  an enemy who does not know your dispositions can't know your intentions, this works his nerves, it presses him to make mistakes, and there is always the old cavalry wisdom."

"The old...cavalry wisdom?"

"Git thar the fustest with the mostest." she cited. 

the AFFS officers in the room laughed at her joke.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 06:18:22
Saveraux prison complex, Montreal, New Syrtis.

"Prisoner 73219, stand in the circle and place your hands on the bar."

Tera Lukassi did as she was instructed.  The guards took her hands, and brought them around her back.

"What's going on?"

"Quiet you."

she was led out of the cell, and down a hall to the administrative office of the ward, and from there, to an interrogation room, where her ankle was secured to the floor and her wrists to the table with a short chain.

is it time already? I thought I had another appeal...

after a few minutes alone, the far door opened, and an AFFC officer with O-2 Lieutenant's rank, walked in, with a file under his arm.

"Tera Lukassi, age...twenty three.  Convicted of aiding and abetting piracy, engaging in smuggling of controlled substances, and illegal arms trafficking.  Interesting." the Lieutenant's nameplate said 'Boothe'.

He looked up, "Death sentence, huh.  Appeal rejected three times, with a fourth finally citing something actionable regarding mitigating circumstances."  he closed the file.  "They're going to commute to a life sentence.  How do you feel about that?"

"I didn't know they were going to commute my sentence-"

"Well good news. Not the best news, and I think I can offer you a better deal." he said, reaching into his briefcase.

"A...better deal? who do I need to suck off for that?"

"Um...wow. that got weird fast." he said, "no, see, this..."

He laid the document on the table.  "This is a Pardon, for all your many sins, including that incident with your father-which, if you hadn't run, would've been thrown out anyway on the first review.  This First Prince's Pardon, Ms Lukassi, has some strings."

"I can't tell you any more about the organization-"

"Not those strings. It comes with a commission, if you can earn it." He explained, "A fresh start, miss, a new name, a new role, a new life, and all your sins forgiven...provided you can navigate a six minute jump window, which is five minutes thirty seconds longer than the one you navigated in the incident that landed you in here."

"How many times?"

"As many as are necessary." he told her, "You'll be doing it regularly, and teaching others to do it...while wearing a uniform a lot like mine."

"Daw! you're joking right?  What about my..'former associates'? don't you think Trevalaine is going to want something to say about that-or about me?"

"You turned states evidence on your former associates to try and avoid the hangman-so I doubt they're going to look on you kindly." he said, "But if you bump into them again, you get the pleasure of putting them into a place a lot like this one, or in the ground, with official sanction and the might of the Armed Forces of the Federated Suns at your back...you see, we're going to be hunting them."

She looked at the paperwork. and she looked at Lt. Boothe.  "that could be a bad idea, they've got fighters, and 'mechs, and no rules-"

He smiled at her.  "Good. listen, I've got three other people to interview here if you don't want the job.  If you do..." he produced a document, and a stylus, "Sign here and we'll get those cuffs off you.  I've gotta warn you, if you DO sign on, you're not leaving the service until retirement-there's no early out, and we space deserters."

she read the enlistment contract carefully, noting the conditions, and she actually read the pardon.  each and every item, clause, and sentence.  then, she signed her name.

The guards unlocked her restraints, a Priest came in, with two official witnesses and a notary.

"Raise your right hand and repeat after me-"
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: qc mech3 on 01 May 2020, 09:23:41
One of those Captains should rename him/herself Surcouf  ;D

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Surcouf

And Anh is right, pocket warships are good for defending your yards and factories. or near last line of defence for the Super Star Destroyer that command a fleet.  ^-^ ^-^
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 09:48:51
New Syrtis Naval Headquarters...

"...convicts? Prisoners? pirates?  This is going too far, Milord!"  Admiral William Hasek scowled, then turned to the 'advisor' from the LCN.  "You were a law officer for christ's sake!!"

Anh glanced to the First Prince, Julian Davion, who just gave her a nod.

"Les condamnés sont qualifiés et nous avons besoin de gens qui peuvent naviguer."  she said it in a fairly smooth french, then added, "The FSN doesn't have enough on-hand, and it takes years to train them-these people have the single qualification, the capacité nécessaire et éprouvée to do these jobs, and this way, while your taxpayers are paying for their meals, they are not also paying for their lawyers, for the courts hearing their appeals, for the jailers, the maintainers, the prison meals, executioners, wardens..."  she tapped her boot with her crowbar, "When the Coast Guard had to suddenly secure thirteen periphery-border systems so thoroughly that we could neither allow anyone out, or anyone in lest the human race be put at mortal peril, Admiral, we emptied the prisons of pirates, and the ones who could pass the exams and the training, were worth twenty thousand times their weight in Germanium."

"you're claiming one person can be worth a jump core?"

"If it's the right person, Oui." she spoke with that same measured deliberate tone.  "Ayeh, th'raht nav'gattah es wuth a jump coah."

"These are felons!"

"It's necessary." Julian interrupted.  "How many did your dragnet catch, Commander?"

"Chief Willard an' th' MIIO guys found us one hundred fifty candidates in prisons, Capt'n LaFayette..." she slowed down again, into measured tones, "Captain LaFayette and the recruitment gang signed on enough candidates to double that by hitting the lower-tier academies, local proving grounds, and high schools. Following the testing and training guidelines laid out, we should be able to graduate about seventy percent of candidates."

"Losing twenty five percent."

"Twenty. there's a built in death rate." she said, "Space duty is hostile environment, the more realistic the training, the more likely you are to experience casualties.  Barring a miracle of some sort, I expect five percent of candidates will die during each training cycle."

Julian stiffened, "That high? we don't see that with infantry training!"

"Infantry training generally does not include living for prolonged periods with less than three milimeters of material between you and hard vacuum, your majesty."  she said, "A bored infantryman going a little stir crazy doesn't vent the whole compartment or lose his mind in such a way that it kills the men with him...usually, and Ship duty isn't like Tank duty or 'mech duty, both of those...dans les véhicules de combat et blindés, vous ne vivez pas à l’intérieur des parties mobiles de la machine."

Admiral Hasek gasped in surprise at her comment.  "You...you're not using simulators?"

"Realistic. Training." she said, "Nothing teaches like the real thing.  Trainees will be issued pressure suits, and attend classes in hard vacuum on the exterior of the facility.  By week two, they will be also be living and sleeping on the exterior of the facility.  This builds good habits, but it has a high casualty rate among those mentally and psychologically unfit for deep space service.  Among planetary populations that's around twenty percent, screening gets rid of three fourths of those, so five percent die because they didn't listen, or were foolish, or panic, or conned the screeners and shouldn't be there."

"That...is insane!"

"No, what is insane, is having a shelter-buddy who cracks and takes his helmet off on day forty." she said, "in front of you, because he misses the smell of unfiltered air and so strongly desires sunshine he's willing to expose his FACE to the sun without an atmosphere!"

Hasek froze for a moment, "How old were you?" he asked.

"I was sixteen, Chuan, my shelter-buddy was eighteen and had gotten in with a one rank increase for getting a couple of friends to sign up.  He didn't make nineteen and it's probably for the best, but I still had to bring the ashes home to his mom, and explain my mistake in letting him go outside alone. it works, but there will be losses, barring a true miracle, realistic training creates real casualties, but the survivors are better."

"can you minimize the risk and still maintain the quality?" Julian asked.

"Five percent is the best I can promise." She said, "any way to minimize the risks while still getting the quality? I will take it, it is negligent not to minimize risks to trainee personnel-but there's a trade off, there always is.  injuries in training prevents injuries in operations, it also provides additional training on casualty handling and prepares the potential crewman or marine for real-life action in the field, I can only promise that once things are rolling, every effort will be made to make the miracle happen and get every trainee through alive and intact...that said, the very best I can project, is a five percent casualty rate.  Training cycle one of this fiscal year is set to begin their education in one month.  when cycle one reaches the three month mark, cycle two will begin, and so on with three month separations for the two year period required to instill and prove competence for movement to Fleet Duty."

"Two years??" Hasek gasped.

"It's a reduced program, since the Infantry, Armor and 'mech commands remain the province of standard AFFS units, I don't have to put them through Coast Guard Ground School, they don't have to attend wet-naval or dive school, and they don't have to attend Infantry school cycles, that cuts three years off right there, we can have able crewmen and apprentices available to the Fleet in two years from cycle one-which corresponds to the projected arrival of the field-test ships.  With the recruited veteran and prior service personnel, we have a built in Officer and NCO core that can be built off of."

"Milord, she keeps saying 'we'."

"Oui." Julian said, "She does.  Commander McCoy, are you intending to participate?"

"Someone has to make sure it's done right." she said, and she looked at Hasek, "you're stuck with me for at least two years.  get used to it, sir.  When I leave, your cutter program will be ship-shape and fit to fight, because that is the mission I was given."



Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Red Pins on 01 May 2020, 09:52:21
...You know...  this would probably make sense in the real game, but I doubt it would ever be approved by CGL.  Which is a real pity.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 10:39:03
"...the Coast Guard?  They're not a normal service-they're more like...a cult, and that cult has infected the Lyran Commonwealth Navy as a whole, right along with the rampant disregard for family wealth and personal status.  I have seen it myself, whoever you were before you went in, you're not that person by the next time the people who knew The REAL you, see you again."

-Lady Breanna Hogarth (Hogarth family) referencing her (estranged) younger brother, Leutnant Michael Hogarth (LCS Hyacinth, Sampan IV class cutter, assigned to the 3rd Squadron, second cutter division), 3154


Training Section 1, cycle 1, LCN small warship school, New Syrtis...

Forty six days in pressure suits, working with the yard personnel to strip the hulk, and Robert was beginning to wonder if he'd been sentenced to hard labor for some offense.

The wreck, was the wreck of a Star Lord class jumpship that had died during the First Succession War.  When they weren't being taught academic subjects ranging from advanced calculus to astronomy to physiology, they were working with the salvage crews, tearing apart a centuries old wreck and being quizzed on each component, how each system was designed, and not just 'fit part a into slot b' but why it was designed that way.  and when the work was done, and it was time to do the homework, well...

then you get together with your bubble-buddy, and set up the pressure tent, right on the hull.  fitted between all of this, was rank recognition, military ceremonial in null-gee, and bizarre assignments like star-gazing and ship-spotting.

the intent, he had to admit, was clear-learning not just the piles of components, but what they do, how they work, why they work, as the trainees helped the yard people junk out the wreck of a first succession wars casualty.

"Bobby, it's time."  Ninaeve Surcouf, his shelter-buddy, mumbled from her anchor-sack.

"ahh ****** me...you're right." he groaned, and pulled himself out of the burrito-bag of his anchor-sack, "I must smell like a damn gym."

"That better not be a comment on me!" she snapped.

"it's not.  You smell like roses."

"Dick." she shook her head, resealed her suit's fasteners, and pulled on her gauntlets before reaching for her helmet.

Robert did the same.  "So what do you think they'll have us doing today between classes?" she asked.

"I don't know, we've got the hull pretty well stripped out, when we ran the micrograph over the core, it was intact..." he rotated the lock-ring and checked helmet pressure, life support and batteries.  "you know what I dreamed about last night?"

"Um...home?"

"Solid food." he said, "Instead of recycled paste, and something to drink besides refiltered urine."

she sealed her own helmet, and they crawled out of the bubble onto the hull, in the darkness of New Syrtis' Oort cloud.

There was a mammoth class cargo dropship floating nearby, and it was unloading.

over the common channel, a cheerful voice announced, "good morning campers! you've spent the last forty five days helping to take this wreck apart, it's time to celebrate, because today, you're going to be helping to put it back together, and back into service, and then, we will begin with the hands-on practical training in ship operation, including navigating this bucket to the New Syrtis docks, where there will be a feast."

Ninaeve bumped helmets with Robert, "the cake is a lie."  she said.

"It's a lie I'm willing to get behind." he answered, and plugged a fresh replenipak into his suit's cycler, adding back in the vitamins and minerals being stripped from his body by the ordeal thus far.

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 01 May 2020, 11:38:02
Ninaeve bumped helmets with Robert, "the cake is a lie."  she said.

That meme made it all the way to the 32nd Century? :o
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: qc mech3 on 01 May 2020, 12:04:54
Merci pour avoir utilisé ma suggestion.

Not military myself but I understand this is the objective of basic training: unlearn and lose most bad habits to become at least a competent soldier and survive in hostile conditions.

The best training grounds explain this and the D.S. make sure to get it in your head.

The majority mix it with drill sergeant nasty.

The worst camp only get the sadistic D.S. and forget that part of the instructions. The way the Smoked Jag were written.  :D
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 12:41:59
Training Cycle 1, Day 92...

"We made it."  it was a little shocking.  three months ago, most of the trainees could just about identify 'a jumpship' as being a barbell-like deep space structure of mysterious shape, that somehow needed liquid hydrogen and large amounts of germanium.

The Chief Instructor stood behind Robert Shaw, "feel it?"  her voice came over the suit mic, because she didn't take her helmet off even with the ship pressurized.  "Feel how the thrusters respond?"

"Yes mum." he said.

"Good, good.  we're almost docked, can you make it soft?"

"Um...no?"

"alright, watch the needle-ball, and feel the thrusters through the collective in your right hand, as you adjust thrust rates with your left, the range markers at the top of the ball will rise or fall depending on thrust, just like when we did docking practice with the dropship last week.  imagine how it feels and keep the ball aligned, count the rates..."

he felt the ship around him, and watching the 'needle ball'-a screen showing the docking probe from just behind, and it correlated.  He slowed their rate of approach to the naval station, and increased aft thrust gradually...

"bring us to zero when the needleball turns green." she reminded him.

before he realized it, velocity was zero, and the screen was locked in a green state.

"Good...good."

she stood up, and took her helmet off.

"Ladies and gentlemen! form up at the nose airlock, past that airlock, are showers, clean uniforms, and fully operational head facilities with toilet paper.  Dinner will be in two hours, you are to report to the mess deck here!  Dismissed!"

Robert didn't need to be told twice.

***

Anh watched them go, and then, checked with Willard.  "All accounted for?" she asked.

"Everyone's on the station."

"Great! if anyone needs me, I'm in the Galley just aft of the Mess Deck, have the Caterers deliver the rest of the stuff-the desserts and snacks, through starboard number one docking ring's airlock, and tell 'em to hurry the ****** up."

she was already on the way to the Galley, where, thanks to keeping everyone in helmets on the trip back, nobody could smell what Anh was cooking.

She wasn't sure how they'd take it, if the kids knew.  the galley was near the outer ring of the ship's now-functional and restored grav deck, and that meant she could make a proper meal-well, at least, as proper as you can get when you can't cook over open fire.

Pho'gah, Banh mi sandwiches,  Deep fried chicken with baked potato and three kinds of gravy available, Spicy fish chowder, and fresh-baked biscuits.  The LCN cooks that snuck in with the 'shipyard crew' on the last supply drop were already mostly done with the parts that took real work.

Catering to a class of one hundred and forty nine cadets meant she would have to wait to eat until after.  It wasn't nothing but a thing, maybe four hours longer than they had to endure living on recycled waste and nutrient replenipaks.

The Crew, or in this case, the Cadets, eat first.

"Ah hope et's awraht." she muttered, checking the crispness of the fried chicken with a probe, and then adjusting the temperature on the deep-fryers.

Admiral Palmer met her in the galley, grinning.  "I think they'll be shocked.  Where did you get the recipes for this stuff?"

"The Pho' ga is a Kowloonese staple, same for the three kinds of Banh' mi." she said, "I didn't have gooselivers, so we substituted with something less...noxious, the chicken was a family recipe, except your guys got it better than I ever could from the smell.  One of the things we did on long patrols, was writing contests, art contests, cooking contests...I broke out the recipes from my last Quarantine tour for the gravies."

"And serving the crew?" he asked.

"Tradition." she said, "After any successful cruise, it's traditional for the senior officers to serve the crew a meal in dock, before anyone goes on pass.  good CO's serve good food, mediocres sometimes have everything catered in, but the 'everyone' will include whoever's assigned as cook's mates-they get a break that day...and command staff eat last, with the CO eating dead last."

"hm, not a bad tradition."

"It's good for luck." she agreed.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Sir Chaos on 01 May 2020, 13:32:09
Damn it, you made my mouth water there - and I literally just had dinner!
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 01 May 2020, 16:04:42
Hmm. Might backfire a bit. After going 45 days with food pastes a feast of such rich food might well make the trainees rather queasy. Shock to the digestive system from solid food and actual spices after so long handling very simple foodstuffs.

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 17:32:56
"...my family doesn't understand my choice to join the Navy when our lineage is linked to the Army.  I will explain it to you.
My grandfather was a blustering, bloviating, bigoted, buffoon.  Like my grandfather, my father abused his position in the LCAF for personal gain, and to assist personal associates in gain.  the bizarre thing is, while both of them conducted their real-life activities to one standard, they preached a different standard.
I grew up believing in some ideals, and got old enough to see those ideals betrayed by the men who taught them to me. 
I chose the Navy, because I decided at thirteen years old I was not going to be another blustering Hogarth Hypocrite."


Lt. Commander Michael Hogarth, LCN, (CO 1st Cutter Squadron, 2nd Cutter Division), 3155


Mess Deck, Project tender 1...

everyone had been served, and was seated on the long benches.  Anh stood up, and raised her glass, "Good food, good meat, good god, let's eat!"

this drew more than a few nervous titters and chuckles.  "Young Ladies and Young Gentlemen, You are the first Class, of the First Cycle, to enter the Federated Suns Light warship program.  The easy part is done.  You have proven you can work and survive in a deep space environment on the minimum needed to remain alive until rescue.  You have also set first steps toward your eventual fate as steely-eyed spacemen,  but more importantly, you have proven worthy of the honor of continuing."

she waited a few moments, catching their eyes, "When you leave this program, you will be unique.  The First Cycle of the first class will hold seniority in grade over the second, third, and fourth cycles, as well as every class after you.  When this grouping is broken up at the start of year two, and it will be-those remaining will find themselves as plank owners to your first ship.  A Plank Owner is a special status, it denotes the first crew of a new vessel on commission-and you will be among the plank-owners of the vessels you begin your post-graduation service aboard.  This status carries a status among Naval crew of many nations.  You may find strangers, even enemies, wishing to drink with you, wanting to hear your story, looking on you with an admiration and respect that is unknown and unknowable to Ground Forces personnel, but more than that, you will be the ones, who set the example and the standard for everyone who follows after you."

she lowered her glass, "I never got to hold that distinction.  My first command, was a Blake War era Sampan II that Arluna was given by Kowloon before my mom was even born.  It was fifty one thousand tons of obsolete technology and packed to overcrowding by a crew of twenty five, and a Marine Complement of fifty.  I did not hold that distinction you will hold, on my second command, a Sampan III class, sixty five thousand tons of slightly-less-obsolete tech, one of the last ones laid down at Spider Moon after the RUNT was signed ten years before I was born.  My Third command, was a squadron and I was still in a Model III, but it was a III-star, the upgunned version with the less-shit heat sinks. I had to hot-bunk with my Executive Officer and we ran rough over the Jade Falcons as proper Naval officers.  Leutnant Mervick was great-he reminded me of the wonders we were moving through.  I envy you, and so will every officer you don't serve with who has a damned clue."
she raised her glass again,

"as for the ones who don't have a clue? Screw them. their opinion doesn't matter! Here's to you kids!! You're going to set the world on its ear! tomorrow, we begin the REAL training! Anchors UP!!"
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 01 May 2020, 17:49:03
Dang it... I was all set to post, and when I hit that button, I got the "Warning - while you were reading a new reply has been posted...".

I'm damned if I can remember what I was originally going to say, but bravo on that last one Cannonshop!  :thumbsup:

I think my original post was going to be something about Sherwood probably not submitting a cutter design, and instead taking advantage of the "reduce piracy" plan the LC used to provide maintenance services to potential pirates.  As I said elsewhere, the Tyler family is one of the most loyal in the entire Federation, and I'm sure Julian would back them as they step up their capabilities.

Also, with access to Julian himself, how could Ahn possibly NOT tell him about the Republic's stealth ships and Jovian support facilities??  Trillian NEEDS to know that, and if anyone can pass that to her securely, it's Julian...  ???
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: DOC_Agren on 01 May 2020, 18:00:43
Yeah but didn't Julian jump in bed with the republic?  and you also have how many senior officer/nobles who have got to be put of with this whole "upstart" branch and the hillbilly woman whose helping running it and breaking all their "handshake" clubs

I would not trust it to make it home via him, on the other hand there are LCN cooks here, you might have the ability to slip the message home via them or remembering she a attache assigned to embassy, "Dip Pouch" if they send one hard copy
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 01 May 2020, 18:05:25
Also, with access to Julian himself, how could Ahn possibly NOT tell him about the Republic's stealth ships and Jovian support facilities??  Trillian NEEDS to know that, and if anyone can pass that to her securely, it's Julian...  ???

Anh's between a fire and hard vacuum on this one.  The problem is, Julian is also allied to the RotS.  Help he can't afford to pass up with perhaps another go with the Combine coming over the horizon fast.

So, does she tell Julian, risking it gets back to the RotS and Stone that the Lyrans know about his new ships, know the one they shot down in Quarantine space is one of theirs, and have an open Cause Belli?  Perhaps leading Stone to launch early, and certainly letting him know the Lyrans know about his secret fleet.

Or does she file the report via the Embassy she is officially attached to, letting the Ambassador and LIC use their own secure communication methods to send it back and basically kick what to tell the Suns upstairs?  Possibly letting Trillian herself decide what her cousin can be told.  Anh isn't leaving the Suns soon, she can brief him later, with a perfectly understandable explanation that sharing this intelligence was above her paygrade given the Suns and RotS alliance.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 01 May 2020, 18:08:17
She could do BOTH too...  8)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 18:40:13
New Officer Tactical Training, Cycle 1, Year 3156...New Syrtis Combat Training Centre...

Tera had chosen the pardon, and she had no intention of looking back.  She was in a classroom with the kind of officers who used to chase her...and not for a date.

"Lukassi! your analysis?"  the instructor, Lt. Colonel Foche, demanded.

"Sir, The best transit point into the system shown, is not labeled, Sir."

"I know that, where is it?"

she touched a compact image on her tablet with the stylus, and carefully marked a comet on a deep dive into the system. "Here,sir.  duration is fifteen minutes when it crosses the orbit of the fifth planet. That puts our emergence wave hitting the enemy patrol ships with EMP and thermal, we'll recover faster and be in position for raking fire against both the dropships before the Vengeance can launch her fighters."

"That's a loud approach, what's the stealth approach?"  Foche asked.

"Here, this group of asteroids, the period is predictable and the window is eight minutes every three hours, or, if you want to risk a collision, the center of the rosette is stable on a constant, and large enough to pass a Merchant or Tramp class.  another stealth insertion is possible at several points around the system's gas giants, particularly lagrange points not aligned with observation from planetside early warning or zenith and nadir early warning installations, and if we stick with the six minute base window, I can find twenty or thirty probable entry vectors.  in my...prior career, the priority was fast smash and grab, there are twenty probable points for delivering a Union with a company of 'mechs before most early warning sats pick us up, with a surveillance ship, it's more like a hundred, sir."

Foche nodded, "The rest of you, Cadet Lukassi has predicted the largest number of probable entry points on her quiz, her calculations check out with known KF theory and physics, and I am very disappointed in those of you who managed to be outdone by her...which is all of you, you may take comfort in knowing that for this examination, the writer specified that a full answer covers roughly twice the number of locations that Cadet Lukassi marked down, and that this scenario actually happened over the Lyran world of Melissia during the counterinvasions of 3148 and 49, the writer of the scenario participated and used her own calculations and solutions as the basis for the exam.  I will now run the composited actual events, based on logs, sensor data, and weapons-camera footage, at one hundred times speed so we aren't spending the next week watching what they actually did, and what their opponents did in response."

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Post by: Daryk on 01 May 2020, 18:44:29
Heh... Pirates on that side of the sphere have nothing on those on the other side...  ^-^
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Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 19:05:24
Continued...

from the gallery overlooking the lecture hall, Vice Admiral William Hasek watched the convict-cadet, and seethed.  He seethed because she was a criminal, a murderer, a starship thief, a transporter of pirate scum, a smuggler of contraband, and a convicted felon.  He seethed more because her answers made it apparent that her capture had not been 'luck', it had not been 'good work' by the mercenaries, except in bringing her in alive.

When a man is shown the answer to the question, and can consult the math, even if he doesn't fully understand the math, he has only two directions of recourse.

Direction one, is to try to refute the laws of science, to appeal to fantasy or to authority (really the same thing, in William's opinion).

Direction two, is to accept the review and check the figures, and when they work out, acknowledge fault and wrong.

Tera Lukassi's arrest showed only minor resistance, and the resistance shown could be more closely attributed to what she was doing immediately prior, when she scrammed the coolant in the core and 'accidentally' vented the command deck of the ship.

Killing eleven co-conspirators and one hostage...who might have been dead when she did it.

The kidnapped civilians trapped in the hold got her the human trafficking charge, and the 'negligent killing' on the command deck got her the death penalty.

he seethed, because the competency she'd been showing in these remedial classes supported her own claims in the first three appeals, claims he had seen good officers submitting testimony could not possibly be true.

Mike didn't like being wrong about someone.  He liked less the chance that he could be that wrong about someone.

he seethed because the bitch made him feel like a cretinous caricature of a man, like...like an upper class twit for judging her character in the present, based on a past career as the scum of humanity.

He hated her, because she proved an article of his own religious upbringing-that anyone can be redeemed in the eyes of god.

that really pissed him off-and he had enough self-awareness to know that that was the problem.

"Shilling for your thoughts, Admiral sir?"  Colonel Geoff Nelson asked.

"Lukassi. the convict." he said, "Needs more challenges, more responsibilities.  Test her limits, find those limits, make her your special project."

"To what end, sir?"

"She either breaks down completely and reverts to her old self, or she becomes a model officer."  the Admiral turned to look at the Dean of Aerospace instruction, "one or the other-either she breaks, or she passes at the top of her class, see to it."

"Yes sir."

The toughest metal comes from the hottest fire. she'll either become the sword, or she breaks.
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Post by: Daryk on 01 May 2020, 19:12:39
My money's on the latter... she's going to put the rest of her class to SHAME...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 01 May 2020, 20:28:49
Phase 1 Class 1...

The discovery that the class was mobile hadn't come as much of a shock, after the first ninety days.  when you spend eighty five days rebuilding a jumpship as an integral part of your training, using said jumpship becomes the obvious extension.

Each Destination over the next year saw two things happening;

1. the class got smaller.  People dropped out, or were unable to cut it on the next exam, or left.
2. Everyone in the class got used to visiting shipyards and learning more about ships than any of them thought they would ever know via a very 'hands on' approach-spending 30 to 45 days at a time as 'apprentice labor' in the yards, working on, as Robert discovered, the very vessels they would be assigned to on graduation.

Not everyone at once, of course.  Those training to specifically be engineers spent a lot more time across all the competing types, learning from the yard crews and designers how decisions about the designs had been made, and how fabrication decisions 'on the shop floor' happened.  otherwise, it was sliced up and it was clear who was getting assigned to which competing vessel type, or in the case of the Talus with its three variants, types.

While some in the class were working in the yards, the rest were learning MOS-related skills, and everyone got to conduct 'exploratory contraband search' training-a yard hulk or ship under refit would be designated, and teams would be sent in to find 'the golden nugget'-a deliberately placed object, intentionally hidden, usually in places or arrangements suitable for smugglers, or other criminals with something to hide.

and it wasn't JUST physical searches with sensors. sometimes, it was 'guessing games' and body-language theory, learning how to interrogate without appearing to interrogate, how to determine who was, and wasn't a suspect.

during transit times when people weren't studying, there were a constant stream of required activities necessary to keep a starship liveable, tolerable, and sane.  everything from the usual cleaning and maintenance duties, to devising 'sanity break' activities and recreation.

They didn't notice it, but gradually the class became a crew, and the crew became shifts, and the shifts became tighter crews.

150 personnel on day one, had become 125 by day three sixty four, and the phase one class one cadets had traveled the width and depth of the Federated Suns.

The children of dirt farmers and miners were socially equal to the sons and daughters of Barons and Dukes, at least, among one another, with a common language littered with spacer-slang and engineering terms, pasted together with acronyms and special contractions, a grammar and dialect navy-specific, with slightly different memes and habits.

At the end of year one, they were back at New Syrtis, and going to groundside for the first time since the course began, living outside a pressure suit for the first time, walking under an open sky, for the first time in a year.

Today, at the end of Year one, the crewman cadets would be meeting the Officers and NCOs under whom they would serve for year Two.

Ninaeve met Robert at the display monitor.  "So which one did you get?" she asked.

"Cutter 193, Lieutenant Tera Lukassi's crew.  You?"

"I got Cutter 191, Lead boat for the squadron, and I'm reporting to Captain Boothe." she said.

"Good luck hey?"

"Anchors up."
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Post by: mikecj on 01 May 2020, 21:23:16
Very nicely developing as usual.  Thanks for sharing!
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Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 07:10:17
RAF Intelligence, London, Earth...

"Well, that's interesting."  St.John Mathers of the analysis section  looked at the reports from asset Shane in the Federated Suns.

"What?"

"We've been watching the Davion naval buildup, right? comparing it to the Lyrans.  The patterns are completely different, and not just because of our friends in the AFFS helping slow things down."

"Oh?"

"Look here-they're salvaging standard jumpships and putting the expense on the training budget, the subcontractor for their cutters is struggling to even finish the design, but has already gotten greenlit with funding-this isn't the Lyran buildup at all."

"Huh, you're right.  It's almost...disorganized?"

"That's what I mean.  The Steiners bought into a whole build and deployment doctrine, purged a lot of our agents from day one, and turned out a remarkably competent force.  Our allies are having a hell of a time even getting organized, and they're wasting tons of money getting bog-standard transport jumpships rebuilt as opposed to either paying for new ones-which would cost less, or importing already manufactured hulls."

"Hmm...do you suppose the old man will down-rate the potential threat?"

"I think he'll have to, hell, they haven't even decided on a single design proposal yet, but they've already released funds!"  St.John laid out a series of graphs, "We might not have to hamstring their programme at all, they're doing a fine job of that on their own-we might have to find a way to streamline it for them!"

"What in the devil for?"

"The Steiners are still building their navy ships, still improving the existing designs, The 'wolf empire' has brought four more multi-slip shipyards on-line and begun a high intensity naval development project of their own-aimed at us.  The Free Worlds League has begun a Naval building project of their own and restored half a dozen capital units already, and we still don't know what the Capellans are doing, except they're up to something."

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Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 07:13:21
I didn't know Ahn had counterintelligence training!  :D
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Post by: Sharpnel on 02 May 2020, 08:14:06
Her recommendation of producing six copies of the six designs up for approval is what lead to the perceived disorganization of the FS Navy. RAF Intel analysts are not that good at their job
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Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 08:16:31
So CI is EASY when done against the RAF...  ^-^
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Post by: Sharpnel on 02 May 2020, 08:38:28
And Easier when dealing with SAFE ;)
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Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 08:51:07
New Syrtis System, September 12, 3157...

"Holy Shit."  Anh was invited to this, the Republic of the Sphere had come, offering a 'gift of friendship' to the Federated Suns, and while she'd been busy working up the underpinnings of the 'Patrol service' for the AFFS on behalf of the Archon, she hadn't had much time to spend following developments closer to the core of the Inner Sphere.

the Avalon class vessel in a parking position at the zenith point of the system wasn't the Lucien Davion, lost over Palmyra thanks to Caleb Davion's lack of strategic...intelligence.

a pair of RAF marked Carracks floated in formation with the Avalon class warship.

"It's the Melissa Steiner-Davion, Highness.  A gift to the Federated Suns from the Republic." the Republic's Ambassador explained, "We found the former WOBS Beneficence and brought her back as a sign of the strength of our pact with the Federated Suns."

Anh watched through the windows of the shuttle, but then the Republic man added something that had to be directed at her.

"The Lyrans aren't the only competent naval power in the Inner Sphere."

she didn't even look behind her at the men.  "Ayeh, nobodah say'd th' RAF warn't comp'tent." she turned, "y'alls set ong et lon' 'nough."

Captain LaFayette touched her arm, "Anh, parle plus lentement, tes mots sont brouillés à nouveau."

"It's a little bit of a shock, Captain, I think I understood her." the First Prince said, "Commander McCoy, will you join us aboard?"

Anh hesitated, watching as the vessel's smallcraft bay loomed.  "Ah thank...I think the people we've trained should get a look before I do...it's your warship, Highness, your men should be the ones to evaluate her."

Julian studied her face for a moment, then, "Frank, are you ever going to do it?"

"Sir?"

"There is a provision in the old Federated Commonwealth treaties." He held Anh's eyes, "portions of which weren't repealed when our nations went their separate ways, McCoy.  I know you've been playing 'catch up' with officer training since the day they moved you to LCN from the Coast Guard, but your internaltional law scores on the last exam sucked."

he handed her a PADD, "This is a message from your Archon, she's put the decision in your hands, I'm offering you dual-citizenship and a commission in the Federal Navy. If you accept it, then you will be one of...my men, as you put it, and Francois, poor bastard, can ask his question without compromising his commission...and you won't lose your Lyran Citizenship."

"In th'vennafawah." she stopped herself, the words were tumbling.  focus... she began again, by using french. "qu’advient-il de cela en cas de conflit, de votre Altesse ? qu’en est-il si nos nations entrent en conflit, non pas en tant qu’alliés, mais en tant qu’opposants?"

"I think you need to answer the question for yourself, Commander." Julian said, "Loyalty is always a personal choice, where you owe your true allegiance is always a personal thing.  You don't have to answer now, although it would be...convenient.  come aboard as my guest, for the time being, and think about my offer, there is no rush...I think you'll make the right decision once you've considered things completely."
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Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 08:56:56
I don't think it will be as hard a choice as Julian imagines.  Ahn has WAY more influence as a Lyran liaison than she would as one of Julian's officers.
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Post by: qc mech3 on 02 May 2020, 09:19:53
Anh response would sound better that way:

''Et en cas de conflit, votre Altesse? Qu'en est-il si nos nations entrent en guerre, non pas en tant qu’alliés, mais en tant qu’opposants?" (''conflit'' and ''guerre'' are equivalent here and Anh is shown to be good enough to use synonyms in a phrase.)

And I think she missed the other part of the proposal just there. Way to go Captain!! I can see his family's reaction ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 09:37:02
Is Frank's rank Naval, or Ground?
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Post by: qc mech3 on 02 May 2020, 09:40:47
He's an Aerofighter pilot. I could see him go to the naval branch.
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Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 09:43:49
Right, so is he an O-6, or an O-3?  And it seems Ahn is up to O-5?  ???
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Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 09:45:36
Dieron, Draconis Combine, 3157, November 11...

The DCA had to rely on pocket warships still.  The Combine's fleet were working on getting Kimagure production back up, and the yards here had been severely damaged, but were still worth repairing, and the best engineers in the Combine were working tirelessly to do something just like that-only somewhere else.

somewhere not one jump from a hostile border.

what assembly and production machinery could be moved, was moved out.  The former DCA shipyard now served as a moorage for dropship units, a base that could maintain the dozen or so smaller vessels.

By the standards of the time before Gray Monday, Dieron was a well-fortified system.  Two full squadrons of jumpship-transportable pocket warships and carriers patrolled the space here, the early warning network was state of the art, and the Combine's fleet units and fighter pilots drilled constantly.

The defenses were state of the art.

WERE.

at 0400 hours, a jump point opened at the Dieron L1 point, a big jump point.  Through that point, came the inverted-cone-and-tower form of an Avalon class cruiser, holding a "Ryan Formation" with two Fox class vessels and a pair of Lola III destroyers.

Alarms sounded, and reaction forces scrambled, but at Fleet Base Dieron, appeared waves of capital missiles from nowhere, catching the 33rd and 41st DCA patrol squadrons in the slips, while unseen attackers struck patrol groups further out in the system, unseen and undetected.

The only images of this attack before Dieron went off the air again, showed an Avalon, in the Red-and-gold sunburst of the Federated Suns, leading a short group of fox corvettes.

This was by intent, the Comstar adepts running the HPG system made sure that was the encoded image that was received at DCMS Headquarters on Luthien.

the announced return of the Melissa Davion to Federated Suns service had made the rounds throughout the Inner Sphere, and while there WAS one other Avalon class listed as 'missing',  nobody seriously believed the Alexander Davion could be anything but a lost ship.

The move was crass, political, and played on Kuritan politics, even if Yori believed the Federated Suns had not participated in the retaking of Dieron, she could not afford to make the politically stupid move of saying so and keep her hold on the Combine's leadership.

Likewise, Julian's hot denials of involvement would gain no traction in either the Suns, or the Combine, except among his detractors who would insist this was the first prince striking the wrong target on behalf of an ally, much as Victor did, rather than liberating his own realm's worlds.  His only option, would be to launch the attack on the Combine's occupation now.

and regardless of Julian's personal views, his political position would force him to deepen his realm's connection to the Republic, because regardless of this being a crass false-flag, Devlin Stone's announcement that "Republic Forces have retaken Dieron" would absolve Julian in some eyes while convicting him in others.

the tune would be called from Old Terra, the question of war had been asked, and the answer in the Stone Administration was 'yes'.
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Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 09:54:11
That BS may just get Julian to start seeing things Trillian's way...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 10:02:47
Lyran Embassy, New Syrtis...

"You need to make your decision, Commander McCoy."  Ambassador Franz Krieger-von Hasselmann said.  "They're about to be at war here."

She'd learned to speak slowly, she focused, "What would you do?"

"It's not what I'd do that matters, Commander. It's what you will do.  If I were you, I would've already taken the offer-he's going to make you a titled noble, you'll short-cut four pay grades up, real authority to make real policies and real decisions, with the backing of the local sovereign.  But then, I'm no Arlunan, my family clawed and scrabbled up the ladder of Lyran politics, I was raised to value the Liege/Vassal relationships, and I'm invested in the system, and you...aren't."

She looked out the windows at Francois, who was enjoying the sunlight in the Embassy's garden.

"He's invested too." the ambassador said. 

"How 'ud thet mattah?" she mumbled.

the Ambassador laughed out loud, "I'm sorry, your deflections are transparent, take it from a man who's played the game of social dance-Nobody is blind here.  You have feelings for that man outside, he has feelings for you.  I have to say, it's a rare man of noble birth who can court his love, instead of courting power and loving on the side.  The title the First Prince is offering you, makes you Lafayette's social equal, in the prestige game, that's a lot of credit.  You wouldn't be marrying for his wealth and title, and he wouldn't be marrying a concubine."

"ef Ah do et, Ah'm goin' inter anothah wah."  she said.

"but like the last one, this one will be for YOUR nation-if you take the offer."

she downed the whiskey.  "Ah don' know ef et will mattah...but ah know how they struck Dieron so easy, an' ah bin settin' ong et not knowin' what ter do." she reached into her ditty bag, and handed across a chit.  "Thes.  git it ter Th' Archon, don' use no HPGs.  Et's important."

"are you taking the offer?"

"Ah heve to." she said, "Ah trained 'em, they need leaders..."

"Then good luck, Countess."

she laid a series of chits on the desk, "Turn these in, too. make sure they know to cancel my access codes at Duran and Tharkad...and Arluna."

"as i said, good luck, and god speed you on your journeys."
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 02 May 2020, 10:20:03
and we still don't know what the Capellans are doing, except they're up to something."
>:D


Heh... Pirates on that side of the sphere have nothing on those on the other side...  ^-^
Pirates on the rimward side of the inner sphere haven't had to contend with the clans as competition.
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 02 May 2020, 10:30:35
  Methinks Stone just goofed.  Yeah, in the short term Julian is obliged to carry through with fighting the war this incident has dragged him into, because in the face of this evidence no-one outside of the FedSuns is going to believe the Dieron attack really wasn’t his doing... but by the same token, he knows full well that he’s going to be spending blood and treasure because someone framed him.  The list of people with the motive to do so is awfully short, and oh look, one of them just pulled another working Avalon-class CA out of their fourth point of contact, and where there’s one stolen ship, there can easily be others.

  Yes, the Republic’s little ‘crass false-flag’ play has dragged Julian into the fight against the Dracs as a co-belligerent of the Republic, at a juncture of the Republic’s choosing... but he’s not going to forget how they forced the issue.  And what will it cost them to keep him on-side with this sort of wedge between them?
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Post by: qc mech3 on 02 May 2020, 10:37:00
If the Archon decide to share Anh's info on the Jovian yard?Both Yori and Julian should turn a mean eye to the Republic. Julian for the backstap and Yori to be treated like a gullible fool.  >:D >:D >:D
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Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 10:52:39
I'm thinking since Ahn's taking Julian's offer, that will be the FIRST thing she tells him about...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 11:00:56
"...there are competing theories on human conflict.  There is the "A Just war" theory, and then, there is "just a war" theory."

-Elizabeth Ngo, "Letters to my children from my grave".

Diplomatic Communication, Rassalhague to Tharkad

"I really think you should stay out of it."  Trillian said, "I know Khan Bekker wants to go all in on this, but I honestly think the Dominion should stay out of this conflict."

"Like you're doing? Why such a massive fleet if you won't use it?"

"Because the Combine didn't start this...this time." she said, "and I'm not sure I have enough of the facts to actually pick a side.  Unless you're sitting on new facts I don't have, I'm going to suggest you don't either.  Stone claimed it was a Republic victory, the video shows Federated Naval vessels, Julian is refusing comment, doesn't that sound fishy to you?"

"The Combine has done enough to deserve this-the sterilization of the NovaCat civilians, an attempted genocide, their aggression against the Dominion-"

"are you afraid they can somehow win, Elected Prince?" she asked, "If I remember, the Combine's war with Clan Ghost Bear was a failure and they were sent home in defeat-and you didn't need allies to repel them, and honestly, I can pull up the entire history of the Clans and suggest that Yori was being somewhat merciful.  It isn't what we would have done, but I remember the killing fields we found when we retook Jade Falcon worlds, and the reports in their own archives over what went on in the Homeworlds in the eighties.  the Lyran Commonwealth's official position is that we're not involved with the war on that side of the Sphere, I'm recommending your government would be well served to also remain aloof.  If nothing else, you can suggest to Khan Bekker that she wait and see if there's any Draconis Combine left to attack, and maybe you should do some investigation."

"What kind?"

"The kind that clarifies if you want to be associated with what's going to happen after they've finished with the Dracs."

"What are you suggesting?"

"Things I'm not stupid enough to tell Devlin Stone through Comstar's networks." she said firmly.  "this whole thing stinks to high heaven and my Cousin is stuck up to his eyebrows in it whether he wants to be or not, but that doesn't mean anyone else needs to be dragged into it.  Keep this in mind in your deliberations, though: there are things we know, that can't be said over Comstar, which leaks right into the Exarch's ear-holes."

the Rassalhagian prince leaned forward,"What is it worth to the Commonwealth to keep us out of this fight?"

"What are you asking for?" Trillian wasn't afraid to deal.

"Ships."

"How many? what kind? how long can you wait for delivery?"

"you'll deal?"

"Let's deal."
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 11:18:23
Stone is going to be facing rather more than he expected when this mess explodes in his face...
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 02 May 2020, 11:37:50
  Methinks Stone just goofed.  Yeah, in the short term Julian is obliged to carry through with fighting the war this incident has dragged him into, because in the face of this evidence no-one outside of the FedSuns is going to believe the Dieron attack really wasn’t his doing... but by the same token, he knows full well that he’s going to be spending blood and treasure because someone framed him.  The list of people with the motive to do so is awfully short, and oh look, one of them just pulled another working Avalon-class CA out of their fourth point of contact, and where there’s one stolen ship, there can easily be others.

  Yes, the Republic’s little ‘crass false-flag’ play has dragged Julian into the fight against the Dracs as a co-belligerent of the Republic, at a juncture of the Republic’s choosing... but he’s not going to forget how they forced the issue.  And what will it cost them to keep him on-side with this sort of wedge between them?

It gets worse if his false flag gets publicly exposed.  Not only will the Suns turn on him, Julian and Yori will have a very face saving and legitimate reason to put up their own fights and ally to beat on the RotS.

And Trillian being willing to deal on warships is likely to impress the GBD she has something good that Stone wouldn't like them knowing.  I'm guessing they are in the market for Destroyer range ships to build escort groups for their Leviathans?
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Post by: Red Pins on 02 May 2020, 12:04:54
If I was Julian, I would have sued for peace in an instant, and used my 'favoured ally' status to get  loss to something bit and valuable and level it.  And when I say 'big', his Jovian shipyard comes to mind.  With lots of radioactive fallout.
*typo, sued.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 12:10:28
Personally, I figure the Lyrans will take care of the Jovian yards, and do it in a way that doesn't leave fingerprints.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 12:10:47
Skye, Wolf Empire...

"I do not...'buy it'." the Khan, Alaric Wolf, said.  "I met them both, Julian would not both launch an attack, AND deny it or remain silent."

Clan wolf's techs had done an admirable job with the local labor, and the Skye Shipyards were in full swing.

he clasped his hands behind his back, watching the Wolf Empire's fleet under construction, the modified Mjolnir class being fitted with advanced Clan technologies, including superior heat-sinks and LF batteries, were taking shape rapidly, now that the Clan had been able to spend time refining, and improving the design.

at another location, the Clan was building Foxes.

"What are our fleet numbers, Anastasia?" he asked casually.

"We have forty one units in production." his SaKhan said, "What we do not have, are sufficient proven commanders for this fleet, but we do have a number of freebirth training groups learning basic doctrinal lessons."

"Green commanders." he said, "With green crew, on new ships.  How many in your opinion are ready to go?"

"We can field three battle groups if we only count the newer ships.  with the Dire Wolf and the Ulric Kerensky groups, we can field significantly better forces, but it still falls below cutdown for more than a couple of naval stars."

"Hmm.  disappointing...still, the Republic is getting earlobes deep on the Combine front.  They are still recovering their grand fleet." he turned, "It may be advantageous to move our timeframe up."

"The Ghost bears?"

"Don't have a fleet." he said, "The Snow Ravens likely looked at these events and saw exactly what I did, and their SaKhan met Stone on Tharkad."

"The Lyrans?"

"Are staying out of it." he said.

"and the Free worlders are trying to rebuild their forces, don't trust the Republic's assurances, and have enemies on their own flanks to be concerned about." Anastasia said with a smile.

"Exactly." Alaric stated, "Trillian can't get involved on either side-she knows better than to trust Stone, and is not stupid enough to side with Yori...which is amusing, since we will, in effect, be doing exactly that-Stone will have to choose between continuing this war he has started while losing portions of his 'fortress' to us, or breaking off his support of Julian at a poor time and destroying his relations on that front, while we force the issue with the other Clans over which clan will be the ilClan, notably ourselves already being in the best position."

"can we sustain it?"

"We have the following advantages; Domestic tranquility, two secure borders meaning we can afford to concentrate forces, and there is...a strong indication that the Dieron conquest was a false-flag to force the Federated Suns into a war with the Combine, which will grant our efforts a certain image of being 'A Just War' as opposed to 'just a war'."

his grin widened, "Besides, I am sure an attack on the Republic will entice Daoshen to do the same, which secures a flank for a friend who is in a fight he did not choose."

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 12:14:55
Ah... there's the way to nail the Jovian yards... just whisper their existence into the Wolves' ears...
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: idea weenie on 02 May 2020, 12:39:56
For the RAF intelligence, they are looking at material, not people.  They might be thinking you can't fight a war without resources, so they are watching the resources and seeing them being 'wasted'.  They aren't looking at the people.  But in a few years when those people are showing what thy can do with their equipment, those RAF analysts will be caught by surprise.


For the Republic Navy, I wonder if the Jupiter yards are actually being assisted by a CASPAR-type intelligence being fed the data about the Inner Sphere, and recommending ship designs/classes to be built.  IIRC, there was a story about a computer that predicted the fall of the Star League, but nobody paid any attention to it.  This time, people are listening
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 14:37:11
Luthien, Draconis Combine...

How do i get out of this?  Yori Kurita wasn't stupid, she could read a battlefield, and she could read a strategic map.  Julian didn't do this.  Stone did.  she held her placid expression.  we're losing.

Tormark was losing her ass in the Dieron pocket, and while the Federated Suns were still positioning, it was clear that regardless of whether or not she and Julian had come to an understanding, the FSN would be sailing for New Avalon and points antispinward.

"Tai-sho Watanabe, you will take the Mutsu and the Shinano and their groups, and move to support our remaining forces in the Dieron district.  once there, you will get my naval forces organized and drive the invader from the combine."  the words came quickly, once the decision was made.  Watanabe was a conservative, and an activist, his involvement with the pro-war faction was something she was well aware of, and the man had been manuevering in the forces to usurp her authority, to create a Bakufu.

"Hai!" so she gave him what he most wanted.

"Depart immediately." she said.  and the man hurried away, vindication and joy in every step.

"Tai Sho Hamado, withdraw the Hiryu and her assets, along with any of our transportable naval assets, to Quentin.  Leave a token force for the hated Davions to overwhelm at New Avalon.  the holding there is of no practical value to the Dragon, but it will entice them into walking into a trap."

Hamado knew the real score.  The DCA didn't have the resources or the assets to hold such a long front, and the DCMS was still fighting an ongoing guerilla campaign in most of the occupied worlds spinward of the prewar border, by withdrawing forces and shortening the front line, she would preserve her fighting forces for the enemy rolling coreward from the Republic.

the other potential front, the one she was certain to her bones Stone was struggling to unleash, was the Ghost Bear Dominion.  we need enough assets to stop them...and we don't have them with how extended we are into the Federated Suns.

that border was momentarily quiet, but she could feel the threat there, beginning with the kindly worded note from Rassalhague's foreign minister, severing diplomatic ties.

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 14:52:23
Rassalhague...

"The decision is made.  Clan Wolf is attacking the Republic, our ally, and you propose a foolish solution by staying neutral."  Khan Bekker stated, "In matters of war, the Khan leads. The Riksdag agrees with my position.  The Dominion will act on behalf of our allies."

She laid the vote of the Rassalhague civilian legislators on the desk of the Elected Prince.  "The Republic has agreed to provide us with ships.  Our target is Luthien."
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 14:54:35
Kurita is screwed... exactly as Stone planned...  8)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 15:06:18
Six months out of the Inner Sphere, LCS Beagle...

the ship was a one-off.  Not a cutter, or a destroyer, or a cruiser, not a battleship.

LCS Beagle was not unarmed, but war wasn't why this compact-core ship was built-it was still possible, that they would be dragged into a fight, and the ship could fight if it needed to.

but that wasn't why it was built.

"Admiral Ngo, we've got incoming from...it has the Archon's seal, mum.  and it's eyes-only."

"I'll take it in my sea cabin, Jason." Admiral Sharon Ngo had been freed to do what she wanted, but you're never completely free, once you knew the secrets she knew.

she went to her Sea Cabin, the 'Admiral's office' so much nicer than a bunk on the command deck of a battleship, and infinitely better than the accomodations on a Cutter.

She unsealed the electronic seals, typing in the complex equations based on the orbits in the Kowloon system necessary for a closest-approach to her Grandmother's homeworld today.

The summaries were listed in menu format, but the header said it all.

Blessed are the peacemakers,
we're all going to hell.
Come home.


Sharon opened the attached files one at a time, and watched the summaries, the file footage, and the outlines.

"****** them." she swore.  "****** THEM!!!"  she punched the wall, leaving a dent in the metal, sending her mirror floating in shards.  absently, she collected the debris with a vac-hose before heading up to CIC to give everyone the bad news.

she left the files open, and stepped out of her sea-cabin.  "Send to the exploration task-force, set best course and speed for home."

"Mum?"

"if we're lucky, I get to scream at Trillian Steiner for over-reacting, but we're probably going to be walking into a war, I want all crew drilling for combat conditions across the task-force...and contact my uncle, I need to know what's waiting for us when we reach Kowloon."

"Aye mum."
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: qc mech3 on 02 May 2020, 15:09:59
Someone will get an Elbar tootpick.  >:D
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 15:10:21
Stone is SO going to regret being the reason Sharon is coming home...  8)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Giovanni Blasini on 02 May 2020, 16:20:59
Hey, ballpark, what's the current year in-story?
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 16:22:10
Hey, ballpark, what's the current year in-story?

Sharon got her alert in July of 3158.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 16:29:28
[out of story]

Just as an aside, with the successes on the fan-design challenges linked to this, I'm wondering if this cycle wouldn't make for a good 'fanbook' like the FanTRO's, maybe with a set of era tracks, and bringing in someone else to put together some of the exciting things going on in the FWL, CapCon, and so on from the time period of "The Administrator" up to part three (which I don't have a title for).

I'd be interested in seeing what the stat-blocks would look like for some of my major characters that aren't canon.

also be interested in seeing who you guy would 'cast', what the characters feel like they should look like.

Gio did some very NICE starts with NIOPS in the Design forum, btw.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 16:36:12
If I was retired (four years to go!), I'd be all over that entire project.  As it is, I'm just glad to be reading how this unfolds.

As for AToW stats, I could probably work those up.  Who do you want done first?
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 16:40:08
If I was retired (four years to go!), I'd be all over that entire project.  As it is, I'm just glad to be reading how this unfolds.

As for AToW stats, I could probably work those up.  Who do you want done first?

Sharon's probably the most obvious, she's the primary in "The Administrator" and on her way home now in "The Advisor".  She's also likely the most difficult to actually stat out.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 02 May 2020, 16:43:12
“ Stone is SO going to regret being the reason Sharon is coming, and Hell is coming with her,( Nuclear Fire ).
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 16:48:12
Sharon it is... I'll try to turn her around tonight...  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: croaker on 02 May 2020, 17:14:38
I want to say Michelle Yeoh for Sharon. She doesn't have the elemental-style build but she is used to portraying martial artists, and she's definitely got command presence.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Giovanni Blasini on 02 May 2020, 17:16:09
Sharon got her alert in July of 3158.

Thanks.

[out of story]

Just as an aside, with the successes on the fan-design challenges linked to this, I'm wondering if this cycle wouldn't make for a good 'fanbook' like the FanTRO's, maybe with a set of era tracks, and bringing in someone else to put together some of the exciting things going on in the FWL, CapCon, and so on from the time period of "The Administrator" up to part three (which I don't have a title for).

I'd be interested in seeing what the stat-blocks would look like for some of my major characters that aren't canon.

also be interested in seeing who you guy would 'cast', what the characters feel like they should look like.

Gio did some very NICE starts with NIOPS in the Design forum, btw.

Thank you.  And a fan book on this could be fun as hell.

(BTW, I'm revisiting a bat guano crazy idea (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=57572.30) I'd previously had in relation to FGC Niops and all this, too, currently.)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 17:17:29
Michelle Yeoh is awesome, and I've used her image for a JumpShip captain before, but she absolutely does NOT have Sharon's build...
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 17:24:54
Sharon's probably the most obvious, she's the primary in "The Administrator" and on her way home now in "The Advisor".  She's also likely the most difficult to actually stat out.
How old is she again?  I've dug up my Giap Island and KCG Academy PMs to you, and just need to know how many years to account for...
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Giovanni Blasini on 02 May 2020, 17:25:53
Michelle Yeoh is awesome, and I've used her image for a JumpShip captain before, but she absolutely does NOT have Sharon's build...

I'm not sure anyone does.

BTW, first entry in the Beer Keg of Science (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=69206.0) is up.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 17:39:19
How old is she again?  I've dug up my Giap Island and KCG Academy PMs to you, and just need to know how many years to account for...

Sharon Elizabeth Ngo was born February 18, 3105.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 18:05:09
53 it is!  I'll start cranking on that spreadsheet shortly...  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Tegyrius on 02 May 2020, 18:07:44
I'm not sure anyone does.

Frankie Adams?
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 18:15:06
Paul Anderson was the one I referenced in the other thread.  He was a weightlifter from the '50s.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 19:10:14
Celestial Palace, Sian...

"how is he today?" Danai Centrella-Liao asked a mandrinn.

"beside himself.  I hope you have good news from Atreus?"

"maybe." she steeled herself and entered the Throne room.

Daoshen was raging, visibly shaking in outrage, as the holographic plot before the throne showed creeping waves of Republic orange, encroaching on gains the Confederation made before the Fortress fell in '45.

She knelt on the floor, pressing her forehead to the polished marble, waiting to be acknowledged like any other supplicant.

"What news do you bring me, Child?" he almost groaned.  "Tell me we at least have Marik!"

"we do not have Marik...yet, Celestial Wisdom, but I bring news you may find gladdening."

Air displaced and she could feel his heat through the air between them, the madness from his breath on her neck.

"What news?"

"Alaric Ward is preparing to attack the Republic, Honored One." she said, "We do not have Marik yet, but the Wolf Khan is going after Terra."

his near silent footsteps passed her head. "Rise, child." he said absently.

Danai raised her head, and then stood.

Daoshen Liao looked old in a way she had never seen, even in his moments of madness before he sent her to visit her friend Nikol.

"You do, indeed, bring me good news. you may live." he said.  "you will have to, my time is...shorter than I would prefer, and you are the only heir I can trust to do your duty."

"Father?" she never used that word with him, though both knew the facts.

He gestured impatiently, "I know the symptoms.  forgetting faces, forgetting recent events, outbursts of temper? blackouts?" he shook his head in denial, "Danai, I am not up to my Father's legacy, but I am intelligent enough to recognize that...what must be done for the Confederation, the first, is to prove we can hold our ground, the second, is to give nothing to Devlin Stone and his Master...I will not be able to help you, but you must remember-"  he shook his arm, and a laser pistol appeared in his hand, and she felt a sharpness in her chest, the fear that he would use it on her.

"The Capellan People must be preserved." He said, raised the pistol, "Win for them, win for me."

He shot himself, Danai stood stunned, and then, she screamed "NO!!!"

The Warrior House guards that came at her scream found her cradling the body of Daoshen Liao, her tears, were real, and her grief genuine-an oddity worth noting among the Liao household.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Giovanni Blasini on 02 May 2020, 19:14:44
Oh holy shit.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 19:20:00
[out of story]

for anyone who doesn't get 'why' Daoshen committed suicide after naming his successor?  he is not a stupid man, and with a family history that includes kali and also includes Max...

In this 'verse, Daoshen recognizes the signs of Alzheimer's, he knows it's damaging his judgement, and he's not just identified himself as the state, he recognizes what that kind of mental illness can do to the State when the Celestial Wisdom ceases  to be wise, and becomes forgetful and unstable.

Unlike a lot of folks who SAY they would rather kill themselves, than face the destruction of self that comes with Alzheimer's, he's also a ballsy type, and willing to...execute, to jump before he's pushed.

Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Centurion03 on 02 May 2020, 19:23:57

I do so enjoy your writing! It turns BattleTech on its head in just the right way.

I have been wandering though, did Alaric not take the Ward Bloodname in your universe? And I'm guessing ComStar didn't rebel against the Republic like they did in the original timeline? 
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 19:25:48
I do so enjoy your writing! It turns BattleTech on its head in just the right way.

I have been wandering though, did Alaric not take the Ward Bloodname in your universe? And I'm guessing ComStar didn't rebel against the Republic like they did in the original timeline?

Oh dude... I screwed up there. I will edit.  Alaric is indeed a Ward...though he might turn around at some point and let everyone know he's also a Steiner-Davion. lol *(Just not yet.)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 19:34:15
A pretender to THREE thrones?!  That will be interesting...  ^-^

And I sent you a PM about Sharon (an initial outline)… please let me know if I'm on the right track...
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 May 2020, 19:43:09
A pretender to THREE thrones?!  That will be interesting...  ^-^

And I sent you a PM about Sharon (an initial outline)… please let me know if I'm on the right track...

reply sent.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Tegyrius on 02 May 2020, 19:47:41
Frankie Adams?

Paul Anderson was the one I referenced in the other thread.  He was a weightlifter from the '50s.

Frankie Adams is a 6' Samoan-New Zealand actress.  She plays ultimate badass Bobbie Draper on The Expanse.  If we're still talking casting for Sharon Ngo (I may have missed thread drift) and her Elementalesque physique, I will offer her up as a viable option...

https://expanse.fandom.com/wiki/Bobbie_Draper_(TV)
https://expanse.fandom.com/wiki/Bobbie_Draper_(TV)?file=Goliath%20Mk%20III%20Powersuit.jpg
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: worktroll on 02 May 2020, 19:55:43
Bobbie is badass, no argument. And I've warmed to Adams' performance as the series goes on. But she's no ultimate badass, she has internal honour and a conscience

But when somewhat older ,would kick ass as Sharon Ngo, yes.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: kindalas on 02 May 2020, 20:07:00
(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTgwMjUyMzczMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTgzNDM4OA@@._V1_.jpg)

Julian McQuinston in 3145 at 81 looks like Robert Wagner.

(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTY5MjU3NTk0MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODAzODI0NA@@._V1_.jpg)

At 30 he also looked like Robert Wagner.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 02 May 2020, 20:53:17
Frankie Adams is a 6' Samoan-New Zealand actress.  She plays ultimate badass Bobbie Draper on The Expanse.  If we're still talking casting for Sharon Ngo (I may have missed thread drift) and her Elementalesque physique, I will offer her up as a viable option...

https://expanse.fandom.com/wiki/Bobbie_Draper_(TV)
https://expanse.fandom.com/wiki/Bobbie_Draper_(TV)?file=Goliath%20Mk%20III%20Powersuit.jpg
Sharon is 5'9" and 350 pounds, so I don't think Frankie is going fit...
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Smegish on 02 May 2020, 22:41:43
She is probably the closest you will find that anyone has heard of though. Someone 5'9" tall and 350 pounds who isn't morbidly obese is hard to find, regardless of gender.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: worktroll on 02 May 2020, 23:11:23
And Adams is 12" short based on book Bobby, also - but near enough. They used CGI once, early on, in The Expanse, to show a Belter 'realistically'.

Stay long, beltalowda!
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 02 May 2020, 23:20:01
you can do a lot with camera angles and computer aided image compositing.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: DOC_Agren on 03 May 2020, 00:42:02
Well if you are going to bring Sharon to life, I think you need to look at female bodybuilders.

and might I suggest Shirin Nobahari (http://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/1/photos/438000/620x/Shirin-Nobahari-muscles-bodybuilding-competition-video-580016.jpg)
Not sure how tall she is but she kinda match how I see Sharon frame
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 03 May 2020, 01:29:39
actually if we're just talking physique, Gina Carano (most recently famous for playing "Cara Dune" on the Mandalorian) would probably be the look to go for.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Sir Chaos on 03 May 2020, 03:27:50
you can do a lot with camera angles and computer aided image compositing.

Like they did with the hobbits in Lord of the Rings? Only in the opposite direction...
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 03 May 2020, 06:36:31
If Sharon had curly hair, this could be her addressing a class at Giap Island (image is of Paul Anderson, who was 5'9" and 350 pounds):
(https://www.payh.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/timeline-02-pauls-career-begins-1200x653.jpg)
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 03 May 2020, 21:26:06
As requested by Cannonshop, attached is a version of Sharon Ngo in AToW.

EDIT: Fixed a minor error on the spreadsheet... apologies to the one person who downloaded a copy of the unfixed version...
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Giovanni Blasini on 04 May 2020, 00:57:14
Reading that spreadsheet reminds me what an unmitigated pain in the neck AToW is as a system.
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Daryk on 04 May 2020, 04:00:19
It's mitigated just fine when you aren't building a living legend...  ^-^
Title: Re: The Advisor (Ngoverse/"The Administrator" setting)
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 May 2020, 14:06:13
Continued in "The Absolute Zero" (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=69209.msg1605204#msg1605204)