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AlphaMirage

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The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« on: 29 April 2018, 23:35:20 »
This is a teaser as I've actually started working on new material rather than expanding previously written scenes (which is so much harder than writing new things)

Picks up right where we left Yvonne off in Katherine, White Wolf of Ragnarok

The Third Transfer

11/14/3067 04:18 Location – Verdant Manor, Minette, Federation Outback

A fit and handsome man with black hair and light smile was poised on the cliff edge at dawn, rising sun at his back, “Goodbye...Sunshine,” with that he jumped off the six story cliff into oblivion. 

Grand Duchess Yvonne Steiner-Davion woke with a start to the pre-dawn darkness gasping as she felt toward the now empty and cold portion of the bed.  She grabbed at her beating heart, breathing deeply, her week had been haunted by that moment, “Damn you Nik, I trusted you with my life but couldn't trust you with my brother's.  You too Katherine, you gave me the best man in my life,” her voice turned to anguish, “and forced me to kill him.” 

She cried into her already tear stained pillow, “Why wouldn't you let me pull the trigger?  Could I have done it?  I'll never know now.  You didn't need to do that, if you really loved me...you wouldn't have forced me to.  Was it all an act?  You and Katherine just playing with me this whole time. Did she ever really care?  All I ever wanted to do was be like her, and now I hate myself for it.”

Yvonne looked over at the clock, 08:28, and just watching it as another two minutes passed and the alarm blared.  With a quick swipe of her hand she swatted it away the white plastic shell breaking on the warmed wooden floor, silencing its screeching tone.  She dressed and looked at herself in the mirror this week had aged her and something that was there before was now gone but she nevertheless put on a brave face, brushed her hair, and got ready.

Victoria ran up to her and hugged her leg, “Morning Aunt Yvonne.”  Yvonne gave her a great hug and carried the little girl over to the table putting her into her chair and sat across from Peter.  A plate of eggs, sausage, and toast was set along with a hot cup of tea and she felt part of a family again after so long.  Peter and his family had moved into one of the wings of her house, the wing was much larger than the residence they were renting and far more secure.  Daphne demanded she put a fence along the ridge before Victoria arrived.  It had already claimed one life but her sister-in-law didn't know exactly who had fallen or why.

That event was the talk of the town and while it was under investigation The Grand Duchess had furloughed her staff for two weeks as trusted Marshals followed them seeing whether or not there were more of Katherine's agents in her household.  Nikolai had been a good instructor and these Marshals excellent at their assigned task.  Their initial reports returned with no suspicion the staff were anyone other than they claimed to be.  She wasn't surprised, Katherine had apparently been quite secure that her agent was not only extremely trusted but was always close, frequently in the same bed.  Why send another?

Yvonne had thought Katherine was keeping an eye on her for safety but had come to the realization that it cut both ways.  Except her older sister was much further away and this was her ****** world.  She was a March Lord now and the Archon-Princess only had so many agents she could trust, there were significantly stronger threats to her older sister's reign on Robinson and New Syrtis. Her control and influence over the Federated Suns was weak even in the best of times and it was weakened even more in the Outback. 

She certainly wouldn't expect her little sister to suddenly stand up to her after this long.  Ever since their father died she had been more mother than sister and things started to come together as the years of nostalgia were burned away layer by layer.  Like a wildfire it was a painful but necessary part of the cycle.  At times she looked back and couldn't believe it had gone on for so long, but then again she hadn't much a choice in most of those matters.  She was just another pawn in Katherine's game but she was one move from checkmate if she needed to act.

It was Katherine's move now. 

As she finished her breakfast she noticed Peter looking at her, he knew something really terrible had happened but was unaware of all the facts. Instead he was waiting for her to say it.  Despite the fact that he was her brother she still couldn't read him, they hardly shared anything in common.  The entire story of how he came back to her was a fascinating tale and she hadn't believed it at first even Daphne hadn't been sufficient to make her believe all of it until she saw it in all of them.

Daphne and Victoria left them to go for an early morning walk in the woods, the nearly three year old was always excited to go for a walk as the woods outside were in full color.  A picture of her and Nik when they moved into this manor adorned one of the walls of the dining room and it pulled at Yvonne's heart but she hadn’t the strength to remove it yet.  Peter noticed her paying too much attention to the picture, “Yvonne what’s the matter?  Every morning you look at that picture with tears in your eyes.  Who is that man?”

“I'm sorry Peter, I loved that man, but he left me last week.” She choked up, “I...killed...him.”

Peter wrapped on of his arms around her hoping Daphne and Victoria wouldn’t come back while this conversation was happening, “What do you mean you killed him!?”

“He was one of Katherine's agents and if you took me back eight days and he gave me a ring I would have married him on the spot that's how much I loved him.  He knew too much though he would have figured out who you were and told her.  I was afraid she might do something to hurt you or your family so I confronted him but he jumped off the cliff rather than letting me shoot him and that moment has haunted me every night since then.”

“My god, I’m so sorry Yvonne, I don’t know what to say.”

“Why didn’t he let me do it Peter?”


Peter wanted desperately to escape this situation.

Yvonne’s eyes were like waterfalls now, her tone strangled by emotion, “Why?!”

He knew the answer but it gnawed at him until he snapped, “Because he didn’t want you to become a murderer Yvonne!  Once you kill someone there’s no going back!  It sticks with you, forever a stain on your soul.  Trust me I know.”

Yvonne was surprised by the tone, her voice low, “What do you mean?”

“Sit down.”  She did so sitting back at the table quickly followed by Peter, “Oh god I hope Daphne and Vicky don’t come back while I’m telling you this Yvonne.  I need you to swear not to tell them.”

“What?”
“Do it!”
“I swear I won’t tell them Peter.”
“That will have to work.  Do you know what happened on Lyons while I was there?”
“An accidental explosions started the fire that killed Bellerive.  The BattleROMs proved it wasn’t your fault.”
“That’s not what really happened. Oh God I’ve only told the truth of this twice before and Brother Giles said it would get easier but Heaven help me if that’s not the case.”
“What?”

“I killed them,

I killed them all,

And it felt great.”
« Last Edit: 30 April 2018, 23:36:43 by AlphaMirage »

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Re: The Third Transfer
« Reply #1 on: 30 April 2018, 07:15:57 »
Ooh this is good writing.

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Re: The Third Transfer
« Reply #2 on: 30 April 2018, 09:36:50 »
I like it and looking forward to hearing more of Peter
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Re: The Third Transfer
« Reply #3 on: 30 April 2018, 15:11:16 »
I like it and looking forward to hearing more of Peter
quite more please
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Re: The Third Transfer
« Reply #4 on: 30 April 2018, 16:20:27 »
11/29/3055 Office of the Archon-Prince, Triad, Tharkad

“Victor your brother is here,” Archon-Prince Victor Steiner-Davion had the TV in his office tuned into INN with the sound off but the intercom interrupted his reams of paperwork.  “Send him in Vince.”

“Right away sir”


Peter Steiner-Davion was a mess as he stumbled into the Archon's office, he was out of uniform with a three day old beard, greasy hair, black eye, and glazed over look.  He only wore an undershirt and pants, was missing his left boot, and his belt was undone. “What the hell Peter!”

“Screw you, you're all high and mighty up here.  You don't understand...”  Peter said with a slur

Victor went over to his little brother and forced him to sit in the chair, “Dammit Peter!  I don't know what the hell your problem is! but you are causing problems for me.  You need to get over yourself.”

The Archon-Prince walked over to his desk and keyed the intercom, “Vince get me a black coffee and bottle of water with some fizzies.”

“Yes sir, be back in five”

“That's all I am to you aren't I brother? Just a problem.”

“Right now you ****** are a problem, I would have sent you to New Avalon already to be Kat's problem if I wasn't afraid that you'd be prowling NAIS for Yvonne's friends.  Maybe Galen's magic fist has to hit you in your dome as well for you to start thinking straight.  I'll tell him to wear gloves this time in case you're extra dense, he broke three knuckles when he hit me.  Hell I don't know what you need but we can't keep going on like this Peter.  What was her name this time?”

“Margaret”


Vincent arrived with a steaming cup of coffee and a bottle of water with a set of fizzy tablets for hangover headaches.  Victor motioned to put them on the table and the young man did, “Vince find this Margaret and offer her the standard shush deal.  Start with one year tuition and go all the way up to a full ride with hiring preference if you have to.” 

Victor glared at his little brother, “Figure out if he broke anything too...I doubt he remembers.” 

“Yes sir,”
the man quickly left to fulfill his duties

“I didn't break anything”

“Yeah, yeah sure you didn't. Let me see your hands.”
Victor pried one of the heavily calloused fists from the chair and pulled a splinter out of the meat of his brother's hand flicking it away, “didn't break anything huh?  Look Peter I know mom's death”

“Assassination! on Live TV!  With a bomb!”

“Death! deeply affected you.  I am pissed too and if I had the assassin in custody right now I'd let Loki get real creative with the torture, just like they keep asking me to.  I'd feel bad about it but I'd get over it. However I cannot have my brother, an officer in the AFFC, and Prince of the Federated Commonwealth continue to be a raging drunken letch that prowls the University of Tharkad for undergrads.  This needs to change or I am going to banish you with just enough money to get into trouble but not enough to get out of it.”


Victor triggered the INN news-feed from the Skye March, “Today's top news, Anti-Davion and Free Skye protesters nearly overran the Militia Barracks on Lyons today, only repelled by the militia and internal security forces.  Sixteen people were killed and hundreds injured after a Copper SecurityMech and riot police opened fire with rubber bullets and tear gas into the crowd who were throwing Molotovs and stones, while wielding sticks and shields to face down the militia.”

“See your problems are small Peter.  I can't go there but I need to send someone I can trust to fix this problem.  It's either you or Katherine and Galen now that they will be a package deal.”


Peter woke up a little bit after drinking the coffee but snorted out a quick word, “What?”

“Galen has the ring he's going to give it to her at the Christmas Ball.”

“You're okay with your best friend ****** our sister?”

“Watch your mouth Peter.  I don't think of it that way.  I already consider Galen a brother, he hasn't disappointed me yet,”
Victor stared at the mess of his actual brother, “I can't think of a more honorable and capable man for Katherine to marry, the fact that she agrees is as much as testament of her good judgement as my faith in him.”

“Well then why don’t you just bring in your ringers Victor?”


Victor grabbed his little brother by the collar lifting him from the chair which caused the water bottle to fall off the table and spray fizzy water across the stone floor.  He could still smell the alcohol on Peter’s breath and wrinkled his nose at the odor but persisted with a menacing tone. “Peter!  I can’t go and fix this problem and I need someone I can trust to do it for me.  Katherine and Galen have plenty on their plate already running the Suns and Sarna March.  If I send for them it will make you and I look weak which will make this problem worse.  So you have to man up and deal with this; or tell me flat out that you are incapable of performing your duties.  Can you pull your shit together and solve this problem or do I need to call them in!?”

“I can do it.”

“You better not be lying to me Peter because I swear on our mother’s grave that I will banish you if you ****** this up.  This is the real deal now.  We are in charge or we aren’t and people will die regardless of whether or not we fix this so the stakes are high.  Can you do it?”

“Dammit Victor I can, just give me the mission and I will go out there and do it.”

“You leave for Lyons tomorrow; understand Kommandant Steiner-Davion?”

“Yes sir”


Victor pushed his brother away who only just barely caught the top of the chair to maintain his balance and avoid falling on the stone floor, “Good, get the hell out of here Peter; and for god’s sake get a shower and shave.”

As Peter departed back to the hands of the Royal Guard that had posted his bail and escorted him back to the Triad to be taken to his room.  Victor looked back at the pre-recorded video from yesterday that had just come in over the HPG and was now being broadcast on INN, “Fourteen dead in the car bombing of a security convoy on Alexandria claimed by Free Skye.  This attack is among the largest in the recent uprising and raises the year to date death toll to 170,458.  All signs indicate that a long term conflict is brewing that might require an end of Archon-Prince Victor Steiner-Davion’s benevolent internal agenda as options begin to narrow even as the Clan threat still looms over the Commonwealth. 

All eyes are on Tharkad and its young Princes to bring a swift end to the troubles.”

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #5 on: 03 May 2018, 02:17:22 »
12/16/3055 20:18 Location – Castle Davion, New Avalon, Federated Commonwealth

The New Avalon Christmas Ball was one of the largest social events on the Federated Suns capitals and frequently the stage used for major events in the Davion family.  Today was no different the ballroom was brightly lit from chandeliers and wreathes hung from the walls next to tapestries that bore the planetary seals of all the top worlds and March Capitals of the Federated Commonwealth.  The atmosphere was jovial and far lighter than any party on Tharkad.  Once everyone was assembled Galen Cox stood next to Princess Katherine and asked for a microphone, Arthur and Yvonne Steiner-Davion came out from the side dressed to the nines in order to deliver it to him.  Katherine was surprised by their appearance but hugged her brother and sister, “Arthur what are you doing here?  You said you couldn't make it for Christmas.  Yvonne you have finals.”

“I made sure he would show up Katherine.  I already took all my finals, they were easy.”

“What's going on?”

Yvonne pointed to behind her, “Why don't you ask him”

Katherine turned around and saw Galen on one knee with a ring box in one hand and she trembled, “Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion, will you marry me?”

She was rendered speechless and put her hand over her mouth as he opened the ring box inside which was an intricately crafted red and white gold engagement ring.  “Yes! A million times Yes Galen!” 

Galen put the ring on her finger and they shared a long kiss and embrace even as the cameras were recording.  Galen and her worked the whole dance floor that night like there were no others present, her golden blonde hair and blue dress complimented his blue and silver Lyran dress uniform, the ring shone from every angle and was the talk of the ball.  He had gotten much better since their awkward first dance after Victor returned from the clan front to Tharkad nearly five years ago.  She could still smell his cologne even after all these years.

12 Years Later
09:48 Location – Office of the Archon-Princess, The Triad, Tharkad, Federated Commonwealth

Archon-Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion was by herself but didn't feel alone as she was reminiscing about happy moments.  She pulled the old engagement ring out of it's case which also served as the base of the picture of her, Galen, Yvonne, and Arthur at the moment so long ago.  It was the only thing she had left of Galen and she put it up against the platinum and diamond wedding band that currently occupied her right ring finger, matched to the one that Vladimir Ward was supposed to be wearing on his way back to Tamar with Morgan and their sons.  She had no idea whether or not he would ever actually wear it like a “normal” man he preferred to hang it from a chain necklace.  She had tried to “civilize” the wolf, but deep down she liked the primacy of his embrace and the passion and drive that filled him in the present at least he could dance now.
Their dance at this year's Masquerade ball still made her yearn for his touch, but he was light years away by now.

The picture of her, Vlad, Morgan, Alaric, and Siegfried together taken prior to the Final Whitting Conference occupied a similar place of honor on her desk.  She still felt the rage at how the Inner Sphere had spurned her happiness after all these years.  Joining them was one with her, Hanse, Arthur, and Yvonne as young children in Castle Davion and another of a teenage Isadora and her after an endurance ride across Tessera valley.  Thinking about the sunburn still gave Katherine goosebumps, it was so bad at the time that she wore a large hat and long clothes that whole summer to avoid the sun. 

Raising her head from the desk she saw a large collection of presents from across the Commonwealth.  Some of which no doubt cost a small fortune but none of them meant anything to her, she could buy anything in the Inner Sphere except the chance to experience these happy moments once more.  Galen was dead, Isadora long since stopped talking to her, Arthur and Victor dead, Peter gone, Yvonne on the other side of the universe, Vlad and their children on the way back to Wolf space for several months.

She pulled out the latest message from her sister, she was incensed that Katherine would go and get married without inviting her to the ceremony.  Typical Yvonne, she was so cute when angry.  Kat pulled out one of the currently unfilled Wedding invitations, the only thing missing was a date because Vlad and her had to retake Terra before they could get married on it.  It would be magical she still wasn't sure which church she would use but Notre Dame or Cologne were at the top of the list, she had read all about Earth as a child and couldn't wait for the chance to visit. 

Kat whispered to herself, “Just like a mom and dad did.  You'll have a front row seat sister and Isa will get one too and oh no! I don't think I have enough friends to make a full wedding party!  There's still time I guess.”

The phone ringing broke her train of thought, “Yes Vince”

“Archon-Princess, Word of Blake Precentor Martial Cameron St Jamais is on the long range, he's aboard the Blake's Sword en route to Tharkad.  He is demanding to speak with you about the return of the Federated Commonwealth to the Second Star League.”

“Is he now?  He is aware that this is my planet and my Federated Commonwealth that he is attempting to intimidate isn't he!?”

“I can't say Katherine.”


She looked at her extended hand, “Vince this is what I want you to tell the Precentor Martial and use these exact words. 'Go ****** yourself Wobbie! The Archon-Princess will not be intimidated'

Vincent's tone became hesitant, “You can't expect me to tell the Word of Blake's Precentor Martial to ****** himself can you?”
“I expect someone to, after that tell Asgard to go to DEFCON Two and tell the Tharkad SDF to begin evacuations.  After all that I need you to make an appointment with Claire.”
“Claire? Your stylist?”
“Yes”
“At a moment like this?”

Katherine ran her hand through her curly golden blonde hair, “This look is getting a little old.  I am going to be on TV a lot in the next couple of days and want to look my best.”
“Oookay, I will make the appointment.”
“Thank You Vince,”
Katherine hung up the phone and rolled her chair around to look out over the skyline of Tharkad City intertwined her hands. “Looks like there will be fireworks for New Years after all.  You knew it would happen eventually Katherine; but now it's here,

The Fifth and Final Succession War.”

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #6 on: 03 May 2018, 04:08:32 »
Jammies needs a good beating.
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #7 on: 03 May 2018, 17:33:48 »
01/14/3056 Location – Government House, Clovis’ Point, Lyons, Federated Commonwealth

Governor Paul Cartier, brother of the current CEO of Cartier Chemicals the largest company on the planet, watched the square outside as a crowd gathered bearing signs and chanting slogans on the other side of the Lyons FTM Military Police and private security forces, the local police being too distrusted for this assignment.  His gray work suit was crisp and new, but his complexion was pale and haggard, graying brown hair tousled and unkempt.  Free Skye kept trying to kill him so he spent nearly all of his time at Government House dealing with the various issues at hand, his wife and children safely off-world.  “I don’t know what they want.  I’ve tried everything to stop this insurrection but nothing seems to work.”

Kommandant Peter Steiner-Davion and Colonel Kingsley Gardner stood opposite the glass and metal desk.  “They feel abandoned by Tharkad that’s why I am here after all.”

“I’m sorry Prince Peter but I don’t think that’s the case.  This is the action of vandals and hoodlums.” 

He slammed a fist onto the desk, “Of course the mining quotas have to increase and the farms need to export more. We are in a war!  People are going to have to work harder and suffer slightly.  The Clans and Kurita are still out there bruised, but nursing their grudges like lost loves.  We lost a quarter of our most productive worlds and the Commonwealth needs the foundries on Lyons running four shifts a day to replace the lost production not even to get ahead.  The Tamar Pact refugees are just as necessary I don’t care that the Lyonians don’t like them, they are Commonwealth citizens and lost everything escaping the Clans.  Austerity is just something they will have to deal with for now, there is nothing I can do.  All of the extra money is going to the Free Worlds League of all places to make up for the factories lost. 

Hell Victor has General Adam Steiner on a promotional tour to sell War Bonds instead of on the front line where he belongs.  Your brother fought for them and then they have the gall to slander him; as if he would kill his own mother.  Ungrateful peasants! There is too much at stake for these distractions.”


Colonel Gardner stepped forward he was wearing the standard urban camouflage uniform without insignia just like Peter and any other soldier to not attract attention from the assassins and sharpshooters that seemingly lurked around every corner.  “Sir we are doing everything we can.  My men can handle this situation before it escalates.”

“I hope to God you’re right Colonel because I think this is just getting started and it is going to get a lot uglier before it gets better.”
  The sound of fireworks and small bombs exploding hit the office windows as the crowd surged into the riot police, “There they go again.  You two had better get to your mechs before it gets messy.”

Meanwhile a pair of individuals stood slightly away from the chaos as the protesters fought with security forces.  Molotov cocktails, rocks, and paint bombs were thrown at security personnel who responded with water cannons, pepper spray, and impact rounds from shotguns.  Multiple melees between street toughs and riot cops with clubs and staves had broken out throughout the line. 

Of the pair one was carrying a camera and the other had her back to the scene the microphone just barely picking her strong voice out of the blaring of sirens, clash of clubs on armor, shouts, and loud music, “This is Linette Turner with Lyons Planetary News.  Coming to you live from the Government House in Clovis’ Point where protesters and security forces are currently engaged in a fierce melee after an up to now peaceful gathering to protest Governor Cartier’s latest budget.  This budget dramatically slashed education as well as fuel and food subsidies in order to fund a massive infrastructure program in order to meet his export quotas.”

A light blue and dark gray Thunderbolt 9S and Crusader 3R as well as two Copper SecurityMechs walked out from beneath Government House.  The heavy mechs were the largest ones on world; the Lyons FTM despite having a full regiment of mechs was almost entirely composed of bugs, Commandos, and Coppers with a few lightweight mediums and miscellaneous lights mixed in.  Anything larger had been pulled to serve on the Clan Front while the AFFC awaited shipments from the Free Worlds League to replace their massive losses.  “Shit! We should move Linette, they’re bringing out the big guns to break this up.”

She turned and pushed her brown hair away from her face, “No Adrian, you just keep rolling.  We’re here already, Derek wants the news so we’re going to give it to him no matter what.”
“You are crazy woman, do you want to get yourself killed.”
“Relax it was only tear gas and a night in jail last time.”
“Only tear gas and a night in jail, yeah nothing to worry about.”


The appearance of the Mechs hushed the crowd and they separated themselves from the Riot Police who reformed their shield wall.  The crowd chanted, “Down with Davion!  Kick out Cartier!  Free Skye!”

The PA from the Crusader crackled to life simulcast from the large speakers on the police trucks, “This is Colonel Kingsley Gardner, this demonstration is over, disperse or you will all face prosecution for rioting.”

The riot cops hit their batons on their shields as they pressed forward letting out a loud Ho-Whoop! in unison attempting to intimidate the protestors.  The sound echoed against the buildings and filled the square with a bassy thump. 

The protest ringleaders stood defiant, most of them had already put on wetted bandanas or industrial grade gas masks to blunt the effect of tear gas and pepper spray.  They started drumming on their makeshift shields and anything nearby with their own clubs which created a tinny cacophony set against the ordered press of the police.  With a rebel yell they crashed back into the shield wall, eager for a fight.

Prince-Kommandant Peter Steiner-Davion watched the fight from the Thunderbolt’s cockpit, shaking his head as best he could from under the olive drab Doering Electronics High Performance Neurohelmet that was still quite large, “Is it always like this Colonel?”

“Afraid so Peter.  Vektor Three and Four circle around.  I’ve already notified emergency services to bring in the decontamination and casualty team.”


The Coppers walked around to the flanks of the melee watching carefully where they stepped; last time the protesters almost tripped one of the mechs up with thick cables tied to trucks and almost overran the cockpit only stopped by it's partners judicious use of rubber bullets from the twin machine guns.  “On three, launch CS.”

Peter keyed in on his weapon console and selected the TharHes Maxi SRM-6 launcher above his left shoulder, opening the firing stud built into his control sticks.  He took a deep breath, this was going to be an even harder assignment than he feared.  On three 22 missiles with a payload of tear gas were launched into the melee and a dense white cloud obscured vision, in his thermal sights Peter could see some people dropping and being pulled back, others were trampled, many continued to fight being protected by mining grade gas masks, some cops had their gas masks pulled off and had to be dragged back by their fellows.

Linette and Adrian kept the camera rolling the entire time but were eventually overcome by the drifting CS gas and rushed over to the ambulance.  Regular police showed up with the other emergency services and were reluctantly put to the task of rounding up rioters and booking them for transport into the larger police vans.  One of the black and gold uniformed officers walked up to the journalists with cuffs in hand, “You both are under arrest for rioting on the orders of Colonel Gardner.”

Linette looked at the man with undisguised contempt her hair and face was damp from the water the paramedics had run to flush her eyes out, “What!  We’re press. Here are our badges.” She handed the officer their press passes, “We have our entire time here on tape and we didn’t participate in this riot.”
“I’m also going to need to impound your camera.”
“With all due respect officer, hands off our equipment, we have rights.  We have already sent our tape to LPN.  You will find that we are quite innocent.”
“Perhaps, but you can either cooperate or I will have to book you for resisting arrest as well.”
“Seriously”
“I will not ask again miss”


Three days later Linette was released from the overcrowded city jail her short brown hair was oily and her regular clothes still had the smell of CS in them that made her eyes water.  Adrian had to serve another week for possession of a controlled substance that he swore was planted on him.  The camera was held in the evidence locker until their case was dismissed likely sometime long in the future and she waited outside on metal bench for Derek to pick her up.  The beat up LPN news van showed up in front of the jail and Derek, an early thirties man with a neatly trimmed beard who typically wore a suit was today dressed in casual clothes, he got out of the van and gave her a hug. 
“I’m sorry Linette but they pulled my license while you were in jail.  We’re off the air.”
“What!  Why?”
“Aiding and abetting a separatist movement according to the Communications Board.  Governor Cartier has blackballed most of the small stations for the same thing.”
“Bastard!  What are we going to do Derek?  The University is closed, I can’t go home, and without the money you give me I don’t have anything.”
“Well there is an option.”
“No!  You can’t seriously be considering that.”
“I’m running out of options.”
“There has to be a better way. Please don’t do it!  You might be killed or put in jail for a long time.”
“I know!  I know!  But it might soon be the only thing left.”
“Please don’t do it, think of Janice.”
“I am!  That’s the only reason I haven’t joined yet.  Cartier has to be stopped and we can’t do it with just a broadcast truck.”
“We just need some time.  Maybe this will blow over and things will go back to normal.”
“I don’t know.  Look let’s get moving.  You can still stay at my place but girl you need a shower bad.  Rent is paid for a few more months but we are going to need to hustle if things stay like this.”
“We can do it, we have to”
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #8 on: 04 May 2018, 05:32:25 »
Oops... that was not a good option...
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #9 on: 04 May 2018, 16:45:00 »
11/19/3067 21:19 Location –The Arch Ballroom, Luxen City, Luxen, Magistracy of Canopus

Adonis Valentine (Arthur Steiner-Davion) and Chancellor Sun-Tzu Liao are sitting at one of the many richly appointed tables laid out in the Ballroom after a long, at times loud, and very drunken wedding ceremony.  Sun-Tzu was not a heavy drinker and the baijui (strong rice wine) was taking effect as he had to drink with all the men in the wedding party in proper Chinese tradition.  However most of them were Death Commandos or Ebon Magistrate operatives and thus dull conversationalists even though they had to have some great stories. 

Thus Adonis was forced to listen to his drunken ramblings and in doing so decided that Sun-Tzu was truly mad but did make a bit of sense eventually.  He didn’t try to speak the Chinese that he had been learning since being “rescued,” but it didn’t look like the Magistracy and Confederation were breaking up anytime soon and it never hurt to know what the other guy was saying.  Mostly he kept trying to escape but was always pulled back in by Erdê who was watching him like a hawk during her sister’s wedding. 

Both men were looking good even by Magistracy standards in their formal red and gold outfits while Erdê and her sister, the bride Naomi, as well as their mother Emma were busy doing whatever it is that women did together. “I’m telling you my sister is the crazy one.”

Arthur had a few to many as well and wasn’t thinking straight so he wasn’t quite sure if Sun-Tzu was referring to Naomi and Erdê or Kali and Katherine.  “Not even close, I have you beat in spades.”

“You know she tried to kill me.”

That didn’t narrow it down.  “Mine did the same thing.”
“No way, look at you.  Why would she want to do that?”
  It was the most awkward embrace that Arthur had ever been a partner to, “I love you man.”

Naomi mercifully saved him with her reappearance as Sun-Tzu looked her way, she was truly stunning in her red and gold qipao the colors of which contrasted nicely with her light brown skin, “Oh look at you two, you’re getting along so well.”  Erdê was right behind her dressed in a pink dress similar to her sister but Emma was no longer with them.

Arthur made a particularly desperate look to his girlfriend while Naomi helped Sun-Tzu stand.  “You two have been going non-stop since early this morning.  Don’t you think it’s time to get a little rest?  I don’t know how much more partying your husband can take.”
“He’ll develop a tolerance, he’s married to me now after all.  Baby, do you want to go to space and start our honeymoon early?”

His words came out in an uncharacteristic slur, “Let’s shoot for the stars.”
“I’ll make sure you get there in no time.”


The Liao portion of the wedding party had been worn out and Arthur wasn’t up for another round with the Canopians so he left with Erdê shortly after the Bride and Groom.  The two of them took the limo back to the penthouse on the other side of town where they lived.  Arthur was no stranger to long nights having been effectively a Canopian citizen for years now and a constant companion to one of its Princesses but he still stumbled his way up the ramp eventually finding his way to the black leather couch in the living room portion of the apartment.  “Babe, I don’t think I can make it upstairs.  I’m not feeling so hot.”

Erdê walked up to him looking rather judgmental, “All these men from the Inner Sphere are always looking to party with Canopian women but can’t hang with them for even a full night.  Tsk, Tsk.”

“You just caught me on a bad night.  I can do better.”

“I know you can Arthur, let me get you a blanket and the trash can in case you get sick.”

“Thanks, you’re the best.”

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #10 on: 06 May 2018, 20:24:21 »
12/16/3067 14:47 THT (Terran Harmonized Time) Location – Aboard McKenna Battleship WOBS Blake’s Sword, 6 days from Tharkad, Federated Commonwealth

Word of Blake Precentor Martial Cameron St Jamais was still fuming mad after receiving the flippant transmission from Archon-Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion.  Precentor William Blane had attempted to get him to listen to “reason” but the time for talk was over.  Cameron had spaced the old man in his fury so none other dared challenge him.  As far as the others were concerned he was the instrument of the Master’s will. 

A full Army of Word of Blake Militia initially tasked with supporting Clan Front forces had received new orders and were now en route to the Lyran Capital.  Joining this fleet of dropships were the McKenna battleship Blake’s Sword, Tharkad battlecruister Invincible, Essex destroyers Dawning Horizon and Hidden Meaning, as well as the Dante frigates Perdition and Salvation all now tasked with bringing that arrogant and treacherous woman to heel in order to “unite” the Inner Sphere once more into the Second Star League.  “When the Master decreed death to Clanners he meant every one of them, She-Wolf.  The Third Transfer and the unification of mankind under the Will of Blake will not be undone by your decision.”

Katherine's HPG to Vladimir

Vladimir my love,
The Word of Blake has sent an attack fleet toward Tharkad.  I am a Clan Warrior and will prevail or fall but I am a mother as well.  I need to tell you to save our children first.  You must not come back, keep them safe if I fall.  I will come to you when the time is right but they will seek us out and show no mercy should they find us.

Sincerely
Katherine


12/18/3067 07:59 Location – The Triad, Tharkad, Federated Commonwealth

Katherine Steiner-Davion paced in her office, the city of Tharkad was a flurry of motion behind her, but it was always the waiting that was the worse.  She stopped a moment and tapped her blue-gray fingernails along her white neuro-helmet with an artistic wolf's head painted around it that was placed on the table before her.  Her short ash blonde hair blended with the light grey jumpsuit she wore. “What is the status of the evacuation General?”

General Duchess Gionavva Mellandra, Commander of the 1st Royal Guards, was in charge of the operation although Tharkad Self-Defense Force personnel were actually implementing her commands.  Her and Richard Regis II, CO of the 2nd RG, were both wearing the working uniforms of the Royal Guards, Blue and Gold Fatigues as they needed to return to Asgard swiftly after the conclusion of this little meeting.
“The evacuation is proceeding as planned, it is fortunate I suppose that we practiced this particular plan earlier.  Although we expected Jade Falcons not the Word of Blake.”

The mention of Word of Blake caused a slight tic in the man sitting in one of the leather chairs in the office, his uniform's white half-cape draping over one of the arms.  His current Division, which guarded Tharkad's HPG transmitter, had suffered mighty on Tukayyid to the Wolves under Kerensky although he was not a veteran of that conflict he was formerly of the nearly eliminated 208th Division that was part of the massive Operation:BULLDOG that took the fight to save the Inner Sphere all the way to the Clan Homeworlds. 
“Precentor as a representative of COMSTAR and thus best equipped to determine the motivation of your wayward fellows.  Do you think Cameron St Jamais is just posturing or does he truly mean to attack Tharkad?”

There were some other veterans of the Clan Invasion within the room from both sides, Dag and Wolf Tau Galaxy Commander Nowa Vickers, a REVIVAL and Refusal War veteran that had fought the 208th on Tukayyid, had exchanged many glares when he arrived, the Wolf was on her best behavior however that didn't mean she wasn't primed for a fight with the Precentor if her offered one.  He cleared his throat not used to being in quite this rarefied company, “I'm afraid that I can't know.  Cameron St Jamais is an unknown quantity, most of his earlier work is classified as it was for ROM. Has he sent you any other demands?”

Katherine shook her head, “No”

“Then I think he means to attack Tharkad.  Greater threat to the Word be damned.”


Richard, the CO of the 2nd Royal Guards, spoke up from where he stood near General Mellandra, “But he'll be destroyed, we have five veteran RCT equivalent forces on world.  His militia can't consist of anything that can challenge us on our home turf.”

“I don't think he cares General.  This is principle, you may be shocked but there are many within COMSTAR, even post-Tukayyid and those that didn't serve on BULLDOG or SERPENT, that are surprised and quite angry with your secret relationship with the Wolves.  I will be completely honest and say that I'm not even sure how I feel about it yet.”  He once more glanced at the Wolf Galaxy Commander that stood nearby looking increasingly annoyed with the Guardsman.

Katherine gripped her neuro-helmet tightly, “I will not be constrained by their concerns Precentor.  I am trying to eliminate the threat posed by the Jade Falcons but new threats keep presenting themselves.  If you will not actively pledge to aid me in the coming battle then you best leave, we will do it ourselves.”

Precentor Kesselrig stood up bowed and walked out of the room past the Lyran Intelligence Corps Director General Alicia Savinson who had been standing there the entire time.  He hardly paid her any attention which was not the usual reaction when people saw the tall, beautiful, and dangerous woman that was a mirror of an older Katherine.  The door closed behind him and he walked out with a group of COMGUARD soldiers escorted by the Royal Guard.  General Savinson relaxed ever so slightly but took her hand off the pearl handled Desert Eagle, given to her by Melissa Steiner-Davion, on her belt.

She stepped forward to the roughly equal the others, “That could have gone worse.”

Katherine was still gripping the Neurohelmet on her desk, “ I agree Alicia.  However I want a scout team watching the Sixty-Sixth from now on.  Any updates?”

“Yes Katherine, assuming COMSTAR isn't lying to us which is hardly a given, the Word of Blake has a task force en route to New Avalon with undoubtedly similar intentions heading toward us now.  The Victor's Task Force is in orbit and the whole planet is on alert with additional forces marshaling to their aid.  Outreach has gone dark and Tikonov is remaining vigilant in case the CCAF and Word of Blake try to take it back while we are dealing with this situation.”

“Any updates from my sister?”

“No, Fifth Fleet Admiral Halloway has ordered the FCS Robinson to head to Minette for her protection.  It should be in system within the week.”


Katherine sighed in relief, “Good the last thing I need on my mind is concern for her safety.  Damn these Blakists they seek to attack us while the Hellions lie in wait. General Steiner is getting ready to launch a massive strike into Falcon territory so I can't call for his aid and his mission is the top priority.  I fear this will be a very interesting year.”

General Mellandre tapped something and toggled a table mounted holo-projector displaying the planet of Tharkad as a glowing orb overlaid with force compositions including the Fleet task force overhead, “Indeed it will be Archon-Princess.  Now we must plan what we need to be do before they arrive.”

Katherine leaned forward looking at the glowing orb whose light reflected off her blue eyes throwing her face into sharp relief, “Let them come, they will never leave.”

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #11 on: 06 May 2018, 21:17:19 »
It'll be interesting for Jammies to face a foe who has no nuclear scruples...
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #12 on: 06 May 2018, 23:54:51 »
Damn I’m loving this.

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #13 on: 07 May 2018, 05:03:45 »
Damn good stuff, just caught up with this, firecrackers and buckets of sunshine are going to be deployed.
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #14 on: 07 May 2018, 17:23:29 »
12/25/3067 01:47 Location – Mjolrnir Battlecuriser FCS Valhalla, Above Tharkad, Federated Commonwealth

Captain Damien Berok was braced in his command chair along with the rest of the bridge crew inside the Valhalla’s primary command center, his XO and others were in secondary facilities ready to take over at a moments notice.  The three dimensional display cylinder in the middle of the bridge as well as the summary screens above each station were illuminated in a faint red light. 

General quarters had already been sounded and the Valhalla and her battle group (Avalon Cruiser FCS Lucien Davion, the Foxes FCS Admiral Corrine Donnings and Kentares, and Eclipse Carrier FCS Donegal plus assault dropships with the organic Aerospace and Gunship support on standby) were maneuvering against the Word of Blake Task Force that was just entering the orbital red zone of Tharkad inside the orbit of it's moon Marsden.  The fleet of Blakist drop-ships took up a large portion of the sensor screen carefully shepherded by their Warships.

“I want everyone at their best, this wasn't my plan I would have fought them past Marsden but Katherine hoped that they would veer off.  That doesn't appear to be the case.  We have one last hail to give before they reach the red zone.”

Damien activated the microphone that was attached to his headband, “This is Captain Damien Berok aboard the FCS Valhalla hailing WOBS Blake's Sword.  You are approaching our final security perimeter.  You have one last chance to avoid this conflict and I advise you to take it.”

A sharp edged female voice responded over the speakers, “This is Demi-Precentor Eva Reyna, XO of the Blake's Sword, we will not be turning back.  Your Archon-Princess will not stand in the way of our goal to reunite mankind under the Second Star League.  The Word of Blake will pull the Commonwealth back kicking and screaming if we must.  Though we will take no pleasure in doing so.”  He switched the channel back to the local network.

“All hands Battle Stations!  Our orders are to let the dropships through, focus on the McKenna.  We were training to fight one anyhow though it was to be in Hellion or Exile colors.  Only use the nukes if we have no other choice.  Get me Admiral Dolin!”

Luftenberg Carrier TSDF Gerthr, Marsden Sea, Tharkad

The massive super-carrier Gerthr was buzzing with activity, the electromagnetic catapults on the flight deck launching a pair of aerospace fighters every two minutes.  Each of these were rapidly filling the air and boosting to sub-orbital patrol zones in order to intercept the Blakist attack force.  Admiral George Dolin, Supreme Commander of the Tharkad SDF’s naval assets, was inside the armored flight control tower overseeing the operations plan beamed directly from Asgard.  The tracking teams were receiving constant updates on incoming contacts and tasked each new flight to intercept.

“Admiral, Captain Berok of the Valhalla is hailing us.”

“Put him through,” The Admiral picked up the phone next to the sorting table.  “Captain Berok this is Armiral Dolin.  What do you need?”

“Admiral I am going to need all of your fighters heading toward the Blake's Sword when it reach the proximity limit.  We'll draw their fire but your fliers need to get past her escorts and punch some holes if we are going to be capable of making a second pass.”

“You just want us to let the dropships land?”

“That's the plan, leave them for the Cruisers and ground forces.  You'll receive an update from Asgard momentarily.  Katherine is going to fight in the defense with the Wolves; The Royal Guards and regular forces are ready as well.  We have to take care of the Warships or they can just come back next time.”


An updated battle plan was received by Flight Control, priority from Asgard.  Admiral Dolin looked over it with the young Lieutenant Commander that sat at that duty station.

“My god! We won't have anyone left for a second chance if it fails.  Commander I want six Alamos readied for fighter deployment.  We have the codes I don't care if they haven't given us explicit authorization yet.  If we do it first the Lucien Davion and its fellow Warships can take down the rest of the battle group in no time.”

“Admiral, unless we have authorization from Asgard you could hang…We could hang.”

“I'm willing to take that chance, it’s a valid target and defeat is not an option, the Word of Blake has attacked a capital world of the Federated Commonwealth and that is bad enough.”
  Admiral Dolin grabbed the intercom, “Attention all hands this is Admiral Dolin, above us is a McKenna Warship, the pride of the Terra Navy, and her escorts all of whom are currently serving the Word of Blake which is seeking to drag the whole of the Commonwealth back into their Second Star League and deny us our freedom of choice. 

I am addressing you because I have not received authorization to use Alamo missiles but I have the codes and if we don't take down that McKenna it can level the whole of Tharkad in a week.  If any among you are uncomfortable using nuclear weapons make your concerns known now and I will surrender the conn to Captain Brattleboro and we will do without.”


Jormundgand Missile Cruiser TSDF Crusher, Bremen Ocean, Tharkad, three hours later

The large missile Cruiser TSDF Crusher cut through the icy green winter waters of the Bremen Ocean three hundred kilometers from Tharkad City.  A pair of smaller Rapier destroyers were escorting it in formation currently a line fore and aft, the only illumination came from the three ships' running lights which barely cut through the freezing mist that coated the deck in a thick rime.  Captain Tyra Apfelholz was closely monitoring the RADAR display that kept the three ships from hitting one another and in formation.  The long range sub-orbital screen was rapidly filling with a fleet of Blakist dropships headed toward the bucolic ocean town of Otisburg, the nearest open space not currently swarming with defense forces, because it was a trap.

She looked up from the sensor screen to see the latest message from Asgard, “Sound the horn and clear the decks.”  Pulling down the PA handset from its overhead console, “All hands this is the Captain speaking, I want all missile crews ready to launch in five.  Damage control on standby, all gun crews report to your positions. General Quarters, General Quarters”

The klaxons blared on the Jormungand and Rapiers as decks were cleared and crews readied themselves for combat.  Four of the eight Vertical Launch Cells flush to the cruiser’s deck slid open to reveal their deadly cargo.  Inside the CIC the XO and Weapons Officers were busy plugging in the fire missions for the Killer Whale missiles currently warming up inside the hull, aiming them at the slowly descending Dropships that were effectively sitting targets for the fifty ton missiles.  “Fire cells one through four!”

Four massive Killer Whale missiles streaked out from the launch cells arcing into the atmosphere toward the dropships a hundred kilometers distant.  A Blakist Overlord was hit with three of them in rapid succession, the heavy missiles tore through the decelerating vessel cutting all the way to it's core and causing it to tumble and break apart in a fiery explosion that scattered it’s wreckage across the snow covered countryside.

Colossus Dropship WOBS Divine Justice, Approaching Otisburg, Tharkad

Precentor Martial Cameron St Jamais was strapped in his battlemech awaiting the go light while monitoring the situation when the Overlord was destroyed.  A Union was blasted by the following volley.  “Blake’s wrath knows no limits Katherine.  You will pay for this transgression.”  He switched over to the regional Battlenet where confusion currently reigned. “First Army of Blake this is Cameron St Jamais.  All Aerospace fighters find those ships and destroy them.  Switch to landing zone Epsilon, we’ll drop right on top of them if we must.”

Meanwhile back aboard the TSDF Crusher, Captain Tyra Apelholz saw the Air Defense screen light up with dozens of inbound contacts some launched from the assault force’s dropships others diving rapidly from the orbital battle that was being waged overhead. “Looks like they found us.  All hands fire at will, do not let them close.  Ready another volley before the dropships get out of range.”

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #15 on: 07 May 2018, 19:52:05 »
Otisburg?

Next to Luthorville?  Casa Del Lex, Marina Del Lex?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWiwYApseDk

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #16 on: 08 May 2018, 00:40:32 »
12/25/3067 07:58 Location – Tharkad City, Tharkad

It was dawn but no light penetrated through the blizzard that had engulfed the city.  The battle overhead was still being waged mostly by Aerospace fighters attempting to ensure Air Dominance, the Warships engaged in a deadly game of maneuver with neither side taking chances while the ground war was being fought.  The 37th Division of the Word of Blake Militia battled the bitter cold, terrible road conditions, and poor visibility.

Adept Simon Osher and his squad (Level I) of white painted Longinus Battle Armor were riding atop a Chevalier Light Tank currently rolling through a foot of fresh powder along the Autobahn 4 from Olympia to Tharkad City.  Five other tanks rolled along the freeway as well the only sound, that of the tires crushing snow each tank also supported a squad of Longinii on their ferro armor decks. 

Even though his suit had built in heaters and the waste heat generated by the Chevalier’s fusion power plant made it too hot for unarmored infantry to sit atop Simon could still feel the chill outside as the temperature reached -25°C.  He activated his external speakers as they were under radio silence, “We couldn’t invade a tropical planet with nude beaches. No, instead we attack an ice planet in the middle of winter during a blizzard.  Blake's Will right?”

The nearest suits that could hear his jest nodded their helmets in agreement.  The momentary distraction almost caused the tank to hit an obstacle in the road.  The vehicle slowed to a stop in front of the large sign that had been set up in the middle of the road.  The top of which had the Imperial Wolf Ensign which was whipping in the snow filled wind. 

Simon as the squad leader in the point vehicle hopped off to inspect it and saw a picture of a white wolf biting the hand of an unseen figure that had been clasping a broadsword (like the one seen in the Word of Blake flag).  Three lines of text were printed in a large Gothic Font.

“Verboten! (Forbidden)
Hungrige Wölfe voraus (Hungry Wolves Ahead)
Z(eta)”

The speaker on the Chevalier crackled to life, “What does it say Simon?”

“Its a warning.  All squads hop off. Eyes and ears open, we're being hunted. Charlie-Six frag this slag!”


The large laser fired on the sign causing most of it to melt and Simon pulled the Wolf ensign from it's post.  “Let's put some mad dogs down Lambda.”

“Wolf Creek,” somewhere nearby

Katherine looked at the remote sensors set up on the Autobahn and watched the laser flash that melted her sign with resigned fury.  She slapped her be-gloved hand on the makeshift table and reset the fur on her winter parka.“I can't believe they melted my sign.  I spent a whole afternoon on it and they just slag it.  Hmmph”

One of the Star Commanders also clad in the white winter parka looked towards her, “I liked your sign Loremaster.”

“Thank You Calen.  It is nice to be appreciated.  White Wolves get ready, time to hunt.”


Two hours later, A battle damaged white Highlander IIC jumps over a small concrete parking garage onto an unsuspecting Hunchback in 2nd Royal Guards colors.  The smaller mech is crushed under the Highlander's bulky legs and slams into an office building on the opposite side of the street, the impact of which causes the autocannon's ammo to explode and engulf the building in flames.  The Highlander raises it's arms to protect the cockpit and the man inside as debris falls and buries the stricken mech.  Cameron St Jamais allows himself a rare moment of mirth, “Highlander burial indeed.”  The remainder of his command Level II (2 Tempests, 2 Guillotines, Anvil) clears the street in search of the Mech's allies.  “Nothing on sensors Precentor Martial, just a lone Wolf.”

“A foolish one at that.  It's almost not fair, they must be suckering us in for something.”

“You put to much faith in the Lyran military's capability.  Precentor Martial.”

“Perhaps but it is much to quiet Adept Dominic.  They are planning something but I'm not sure what.  Let us continue heading toward the Triad.  If we can kill Katherine they will have to follow our will.”


A burst of static goes over the airwaves.  “What was that?”

“Blake's Sword, Invincible, this is the Precentor Martial.  Status Report!”

“Precentor Martial the Invincible has been hit with a pair of Alamo missiles and is non-responsive, Lyran boarding craft are heading her way.  Blake's Sword and it's escorts are breaking off as the Lucien Davion has begun firing Santa Anas.  One of them impacted the Salvation and took out the CIC, all crew are abandoning ship, the vessel is lost to the gravity well.  We have destroyed the Foxes and heavily damaged the Donegal.  The Valhalla has suffered crippling damage and is drifting but still dangerous, Sir this battle is over.”

“Nukes Katherine.  If that is how you want to fight we can do that as well.  Just not now.  All Warships withdraw, this is a ground operation now, stay away from that Avalon they will be to busy recovering their pilots and crew to pursue. 

Move the Dropships in close and send the status report over HPG to Mars, Priority Alpha.”
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #17 on: 08 May 2018, 03:12:39 »
Go LCAF!!!  Great update and writing!
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #18 on: 08 May 2018, 05:57:55 »
Invincible will be a great flagship for Katy
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #19 on: 08 May 2018, 12:56:39 »
Great update. Can’t wait for the flash back to see how Katherine became Archon-Princess.

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #20 on: 08 May 2018, 13:00:16 »
Great update. Can’t wait for the flash back to see how Katherine became Archon-Princess.

Check out the topic "My AU, Katherine, White Wolf of Ragnarok" Kasaga.  It's a short novel length and thanks to everyone for commenting.

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #21 on: 08 May 2018, 15:43:19 »
Ok will do

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #22 on: 08 May 2018, 18:32:09 »
12/27/3067 08:47 Location – Ink District, Tharkad City, Tharkad

The heavy autocannon rounds from Katherine's Barghest punched right through the Blakist Apollo with plenty of power still remaining, she could see the building behind take the remainder of the hit, “Argh!  I liked that store, the girls there always knew how to make my eyes pop in an outfit.  I'm certain the insurance companies will try to have my head in the wake of this battle.” 

As the Blakist mech collapsed under its own weight she took a brief moment to rest and look over her mech’s status.  It was shot to hell, her right rear leg had been hit in the hip making the Canine mech limp along the snow covered streets, the body and most of the other legs were heavily compromised.  The rest of her Command Star was worse for wear or destroyed, the Warhammer was down, lost with its pilot yesterday to the New Danube after the ice broke underneath it, the Falconer was slumped against a building three blocks down with its gyro shot out but still capable of shooting back, the Archer had run out of missiles, arms, and legs, it's torso was nearly a half kilometer to the east.  Only the Bushwhacker and her Barghest remained in the fight but just barely.  “That was my last round White-Three, do you have any more ammo?”

The awkward looking mech stepped forward, it was equally battle damaged having lost its right arm; myomer and structual “bones” were visible in its hunched legs, “Neg, Loremaster.  Dry on ATM and LBX ammo, only have lasers left”

“Lucky you, mine are shot to hell and my gun is dry.  We need to withdraw.  White Wolf to Beta Leader.”

The Beta Star of her White Keshik was operating with half their Fenrirs but were kept busy patrolling their sector for Blakist units, the city was swarming with Longinus and Purifier battle armor that could easily down their damaged mechs.  It was all they could do to keep them at bay.  “Beta Leader here.”

“I need a clear route back to base.  Do you know one?”

“Aff, Loremaster, forwarding our latest reports to your mech.”


The two mechs followed the course, Buildings had been hit with stray weapons fire or crushed by the weight of Battlemechs slipping and slamming into them, bridges, and overpasses were damaged throughout the city.  Wrecked Lyran, Wolf, and Blakist mechs and tanks littered the streets where they fell, some were still burning, the snow ran red with blood where Battle Armor squads had met and engaged one another.  Tire and track treads in the snow marking where the forces sent in armored vehicles to retrieve their valuable Mechwarriors and Armor Crews.  There were to many battle armor squads on both sides within the city to risk salvage crews even if either side had any techs to spare to man them which they didn't. 

The Word of Blake seemed to still be holding firm in Olympia with the Wolves and Royal Guards keeping them mostly to the outlying river valley that separated the two cities but the toll was dire, half of the Royal Guards had been destroyed and the Wolves Tau and Zeta Galaxies had lost at least two clusters with another being laid up for repairs.  Even with spare equipment there were many idle Mechwarriors and Tankers waiting to get back into the fight, so they were given a rifle and put on Base Defense duty. 

The Aerospace battle had wound down as the Blakists had captured Lockheed-CBM although she didn't know what they did to the factory, recon flights were too dangerous.  The Lyran SDF had fought valiantly in the defense of Tharkad but they had also run out of fighters and ships in the operations area, more were protecting other vital areas like TharHes, TAG, and Seimer Data Tron.  Assault Dropships escorted SAR small craft to recover lost pilots and crews above while VTOLs recovered the lost ships' crews on the high seas.  The Dante frigate WOBS Salvation had de-orbited yesterday and its wreckage joined that of the Crusher and Gerthr as well as their task force Rapiers destroyed in the opening day by Blakist fighters.

Katherine made it back to her Zeta Galaxy's HQ, a large dragooned warehouse, near the rail-yards that connected Tharkad City to the rest of the planet although the bridges over the New Danube had been demolished to prevent the Blakists from using the trains or their bridges to move troops into the city.  A full binary stood on active guard with another in reserve to discourage Blakist attack.  Manticore and Demolisher Tanks were in their hardened fighting positions while the Vali, Chaparral C, and Marksman Artillery pieces still fired off at targets currently being attacked by other Wolves.  An Eisenpferd Armored Train operated by the Tharkad SDF watched the skies with it's three dual 23mm Rotary Autocannon and two paired 57mm Autocannon turrets sweeping for inbound contacts on land and in the air.

Her Barghest went to the designated area where techs huddled inside propane heated tents to stay warm as the mercury bottomed out at -40°C overnight rarely making it past -20°C during the day.  The light of arc welders, sparks from grinders, odor of burnt metal, and whir of pneumatic tools assailed the senses and Katherine disembarked once more wearing her LCAF issued white parka to combat the cold but little else underneath only having thin pants to protect her legs and very little else covering her chest.  By the time she ran six meters to enter the heated tunnel gate she was shivering.

Inside the warehouse there were multiple partitions, a bunk area with hot showers and cots, cafeteria with hot food, a battalion aid station, storage, armory, and briefing areas.  The warehouse had its own power supply tapping into the electric train rails so it was warm and well lit.  Katherine ran to the locker room to take a hot shower in order to warm up and changed into another light gray jumpsuit that covered up her compression shorts and top putting the parka back on but leaving it open and clipping her now beaten up white neurohelmet to a sling to carry behind her. 

She grabbed a sandwich and cup of tea before headed toward the Map Room eating along the way. Inside were two Wolf Star Colonels, injured in the fighting and thus confined to headquarters, joined by a Loki Courier all three were looking over a holographic map of the city and its environs, “Loremaster, good to have you back.”

“They almost got me this time, I am not sure how long my luck will hold Star Colonel Lager.”

“I trust you will continue to do your clan and nation proud.  Kommandant Holgen and I were just going over the plan for today.”


“Yes, what have you brought for us Kommandant?”
“Asgard thinks it’s time to push back at Olympia.”
“I agree, we certainly can't keep going on like this and neither can they.  Allied forces are already en route and they will need to leave soon if they are to have a chance to escape annihilation.  The Lucien Davion and its nuclear missiles can keep the other Warships at bay even injured as it is.  Where do they want us to strike and when?”

“They want Zeta here,” he checked his watch, “in twelve hours.”

The map displayed an arrow roughly corresponding to their quadrant pushing across the River into the southern part of Olympia before wheeling around to push the Blakists back to the Spaceport where all of their dropships were now grounded forming a heavy Anti-Aerospace perimeter that no Lyran fighter wanted to push against.   The artillery from the three Colossus dropships and WOBM's organic artillery also put a healthy dose of fear into the ground pounders.

An hour later on the river, a pair of Awesome 9Qs broke through the ice they had been using to hide their heat signatures while the ECM blocked everything else.  Eight PPCs lanced into a Royal Guards Wolf Trap causing it to detonate it in a harmonic ammo explosion from its autocannon and SRM rounds that shattered the ice beneath it.  The sudden ambush sent the Phoenix Hawk, Uziel, and Storm Crow mechs that made up the rest of the lance scrambling.  The Awesomes' leg heat sinks sucked up freezing cold water and channeled it to the PPC's cooling jackets generating a billowing cloud of steam that rapidly turned back to frost. 

The second volley wrecked the Wolf Tau Galaxy Storm Crow although one of the Awesomes did take the full brunt of an alpha strike (a pair of AC/20 hits and 6 medium lasers) from it before the Omni crashed through the ice only to have its wreck swept away by the river.  The other two mechs fled across the river rapidly leaving PPC range.  Cameron St Jamais looks over his Battlemech’s status screen now filled with yellow and red in some places on his torso, “Curse these Clanners!  That almost broke through my armor and flooded the whole machine.”

“Adept Varil, shift position and try again.  That was a heavy scout lance which means the Lyrans must be planning something and needed more recon.”

“It shall be done Precentor Martial”


Both Awesomes turned and headed separate ways, another group of WOBM would soon arrive to take over the guard duty for this section.  As he returned to the forward operating base located in a mall on the South Side of Olympia he put his mech in standby mode near the Paramour mobile field base. Militia techs were wearing industrial exoskeletons in order to carry the heavy tools to the damaged Level II that surrounded each of the six vehicles assigned to this base.  Cameron dismounted and walks into the mobile HQ truck parked nearby.  Inside were a group of Adepts from ROM and the WOMB hovering over a holotable fully overlaid with markers from scouts, sensors, and fire reports.  “Status Report”

Hogan Varichov, Precentor Quartermaster for the 1st Army of Blake, looked his way lifting his eyes from his commpad. “We are running out of everything Precentor Martial.  There are too few supplies even for our depleted numbers, only three Divisons are still at full strength and most are running on their last missile loads, there is perhaps another reload for all ballistics aboard our dropships.  I had sent Purifiers and Longinus suits to search for and secure supply depots but the Lyrans blew them up rather than let them fall into our hands.  Without the ability to salvage our fallen or the chance we secure a Lyran ammo dump intact we must either risk attacking TharHes or we cannot fight another day on planet."

“Blake’s Blood!  We have crucially underestimated the resolve of our enemy and it shall not happen again.  Get me the division commanders, we’ll have to fall back and lift off no later than the morning.  They may have won this battle but the War is just beginning.”
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #23 on: 08 May 2018, 19:33:37 »
And that's what they call CULMINATION boys & girls...
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #24 on: 08 May 2018, 20:19:22 »
Love it.

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #25 on: 09 May 2018, 01:04:43 »
Wow   awesome story

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #26 on: 09 May 2018, 07:16:28 »
Much appreciated all, your comments do inspire me to greater heights as an Author

12/29/3067 06:00 Location – ST-46C POA-2, Above Tharkad, Federated Commonwealth

The Blakist assault on Tharkad left the Lockheed-CMB plant in ruins, it would take months if not years to repair the aerospace factory.  Many districts of Olympia were heavily damaged in the final push to remove the Word of Blake’s assault force from the planet two nights ago, some fires still raged as the WOBM sabotaged the gas lines and it was still too cold for firefighters to respond effectively. 

The infrastructure workers were the first to return in a convoy from their rural redoubts along with the TSDF’s combat engineers to patch up bridges, roads, and railways damaged in the fighting.  Even the Triad had taken hits from aerospace fighters and artillery but it was nothing that couldn’t be repaired in due time, long after essential services were restored and people returned to their homes and businesses to rebuild.  While it could have been worse it looked really bad from the sky as Katherine flew into space in one of her personal shuttles. 

Salvage crews had recovered large portions of the destroyed Fox corvettes and numerous cored assault dropships that would be a hazard to navigation and packed them away or deorbited them in a controlled manner.  Small craft replaced the satellite constellation above Tharkad that had been damaged during the fighting restoring communications, weather, and navigation services to the people below.

The once proud Eclipse carrier Donegal, the newest in her class, was damaged beyond recognition but her core systems were intact as far as the crew could tell.  Her flight decks were exposed to vacuum and rent raw, she would be in a repair yard for months but was one of the lucky ones to have survived the brutal onslaught of the Essex destroyer’s Naval Autocannons.  Only one of her dropship collars remained usable and it was currently empty.

The Valhalla was somewhere beyond the immediate Tharkad planetary system having lost its primary thrusters and likely suffered serious damage to the KF core after the beating it endured but the fusion power plant at its heart was still strong which meant all was not lost.  The crew marked it with a beacon and stabilized its course while tagging it for later retrieval before evacuating. 

The ancient Model 96 Elephants TAG Powerlifter 2 and 3 from TAG’s Aesiria orbital yards had crushed their domes and burnt out their thrusters to stabilize the orbit of the massive Tharkad Battlecruiser Invincible in order to prevent it from falling into the gravity well and causing serious damage to the planet below.  Salvage crews were currently prepping booster rockets to ensure that its orbit didn’t decay before the Mega-Tug FCS Hans Jugend Fritz and Orbital Repair Dock FCS Alberich arrived, both of which were currently being command circuited from the Melissa Theater.  Their transfer would slow the timetable of the Falcon’s destruction but it would still take place.  They just needed the FCS Baldung to be transferred from Sargasso which would take perhaps another two weeks.

Katherine hung onto the recessed bar over the cockpit hatch and watched the view screen, the carnage had been on a scale she could scarcely imagine.  Yet her people were already picking up the pieces and making something out of them.  Hundreds of Commonwealth Fleet Spacers had lost their lives above Tharkad and yet there was no sign of them anywhere, it was like they were just absorbed back into the vastness of space.

She felt an emptiness deep in the pit of her stomach that it had come to this as the shuttle passed close to the Invincible.  The two Alamo tipped missiles as well as the Valhallas’ guns had torn deep into the vessel exposing the structural members of its decks.  Now the massive ship drifted on life support sustained by the many smaller craft that surrounded it. EVA workers in Zero-G exoskeletons from TAG finished bolting in the thruster packs having to punch holes into the superstructure to support the modified Killer Whale missiles. 

The ship even had the original Commonwealth Fleet Ensign from the 29th Century, just like it had been when it fought DCMS forces above Hesperus II, painted on the bow though it now was marred with damage.  A maximum of three letters of ‘LCS Invincible’ remained visible along each of its six surfaces, the rest lost to huge armor breaches.  Katherine could scarcely believe this piece of living history floated above her planet this day, “I can’t believe it.  It has to have been a trick, a Trojan horse to get us to let our guard down.  There is no way the Word of Blake sought to truly gift that ship back to us.”

A beep was heard on the cockpit console and the co-pilot picked it up on his headphones, he kept it to the phones but nodded and affirmed the command from traffic control, “Katherine we are being ordered away, they’re about to fire the booster rockets and don’t want you in the danger zone.”

“They don’t want me near a controlled orbital burn but are perfectly okay with me fighting Blakists in a Battlemech.  Fine take us away Zack, but I want to watch.”

“Ah, Ah, Ma’am”


12/31/3067 11:57 Location – Horizon Lounge, Ocean Club, Tropicana City, Tharkad

Archon-Princess/Loremaster Katherine and a few select lucky friends (mostly Wolves and Loki, talk about a tough crowd) are lounging in the pool of the Horizon Lounge drinking tropical drinks by the pitcher.  Despite her pale complexion Katherine was alluring in a purple bikini currently talking to one of the Zeta Star Commanders and a Hauptmann from the Royal Guards.  “There are only three things in the Inner Sphere that I like stiff, you see.  Corsets, Drinks, and Men.  Though its to bad Vlad had to leave.” 

She stirs the finger with the wedding ring on it in the cocktail in barely disguised innuendo, “I almost wanted to call him back to celebrate our victory, but he has work to do. He will have more work to do when I meet up with him on Tamar...” 

A ship's horn sound effect played over the speakers as the servers distributed Champagne to the assembled crowd.  “Three minutes till fireworks everyone, you will all have the best seat on the planet for the show this evening.”

“Toast! to continued victories in the New Year”


02/01/3068 Location – Aboard the FCS Hans Jurgend Fritz vectoring towards the Hulk Valhalla, Interplanetary Space, Tharkad System

The HJF, named after a famous pro wrestler from the former Rasalhague Republic (born as an Elsie), was little more than a Mjolnir's thruster pod with a solid structure built around it, weighing in, built, and designed to operate much like the Behemoth dropship.  The Fritz and her sister ships Gargantuan (currently in Galax) and Der Unmensh (currently in Alarion) were originally created for the explicit purpose of being an engine pod for the massive Warship. 

While Katherine was expanding the Port Simon Yards around Alarion the TAG Aesiria yards were building the ship's interplanetary drives due to the COMSTAR boycott of the Lyran Alliance.  Once completed they were sent all the way across the Lyran Alliance in order to meet the timetable.  It was horribly inefficient but necessary to build up the capacity.  Now that the Port Simon Yards had the capacity, the Tharkad yards went back to building Behemoths and Alarion always made an extra engine to turn into another Gargantuan Mega-Tug just in case.

With the capacity to push 1.5 Megatons at 0.5g and a maximum acceleration of 7.5gs when unencumbered they were the only tug capable of recovering something the size of a Mjolnir in a reasonable time-frame although they spent nearly all of their time wrestling space stations and pushing asteroids and comets into better alignment for orbital mining or terraforming concerns as no FC Warships had been damaged until now.

The Valhalla was the first Mjolnir to actually engage an enemy Warship and she ran right into the teeth of a WOB Assault Force which included the dreaded McKenna but came out in one piece.  The Valhalla's organic tender vessel the Jumbo FCSFS Hero's Rest and her crew were repairing small portions of the ship while the HJF was pushing it back toward Tharkad but there was so much more work to be done. 

The KF core was damaged so it would have to wait for one of COMSTAR's Faslanes or the Wolf's Newgrange yardship to find their way to Tharkad and another 300 kilotons of Germanium transported to the planet in order to forge and install another core.  TAG could repair the interplanetary drives but it would still be at least a year before the Valhalla could leave the system likely two, and by that time Mjolrnir #4 Svartalfheim might be completed.

The Hero's Rest crew had evacuated before turnover, this maneuver had been simulated certainly but no one had ever executed it yet and 1.4 MT of combined mass spinning was dangerous even if everything went right.  That is why the Gargantuans have hundreds of tons of armor protecting them.

Captain Warner Vankef, a wrestler that attended the Armstrong Flight Academy on an athletic scholarship, looked at the display screens in the rather spartan bridge, the vessel had 22 total crew and only needed six in the command center even during a maneuver as complex as this one.  The others were in engineering but no one was sleeping during turnover. “Men we are about to do something that has never been done before.  The Fritz is going to suplex a Battleship!  We've only simulated this before so this is going to be the ultimate test of our abilities.”

Cheers erupted on the bridge and although unheard on the bridge filled the corridors of the engineering department as well.  Captain Vankef opened a channel to the Hero's Rest, “I hope you are rolling film on this one Captain Fern.”

“Ah Captain, this is going to be a proud moment for the Armstrong Academy.  They might even name the wrestling scholarship after you if you can pull it off.  Alarion NA is going to be quite upset that a Sunny flipped a Lyran craft first.”

“We're all Commonwealth now, at least I beat a Tikker to it.  I don't think we'd ever be able to live that down.  We'll begin the flip at zero point five radians per hour, that should be slow enough to preserve our grip.”

“Your math checks out Captain, we'll have to put the video on fast forward when I show it though or people will get bored.”

“Better that than rewind to replay the moment when the Fritz got knocked out by a Mjolnir.  All hands prepare for maneuvering.”


The Behemoth dropship looked tiny compared to the massive bulk of the Valhalla that it was strongly bound to but the engine precisely tilted while maintaining alignment.  “Rotational locks secured on the pylon mounts, thruster in position, engineering reports all systems green, all crew are in their acceleration positions Captain”

“Specific impulse lock five minutes max power, adjust acceleration couch positions.”
  The chair beneath him adjusted to compensate for the soon to be overwhelming acceleration.

The lights dimmed in the HJF even drawing from the Valhalla's central reactor the engine still drained system power on the dropship and the emergency lights came on.  A horrid screeching sound could be heard as parts of the heavily reinforced hull began to strain under the acceleration.  Five minutes passed and some of the crew suffered loss of consciousness as the tug pulled the Mjolrnir end over end.  “All medics and watchers check your charges.  Captain Fern, I am reading zero point two five rads on my gyros. How's it looking on your sensors?”

“Hero's Rest confirms rotational reading.  Do you want to do it again?”


Captain Vankef had been through all kinds of flight training but a solid 7.5g acceleration for five minutes at a thirty degree angle was something he had never experienced before and it sucked, “Hell no!  I'll wait, I have one major headache brewing.”

“Well you have twelve hours to get over then its a smooth ride back to Tharkad.  Katherine should give your crew an all expense paid trip to the Magistracy considering you just saved the FCN billions of c-bills and made history.”

“All in a day's work I guess.  Though I'm not counting my nude nubian beach babes yet.  I still have to reverse the burn and suffer through another two weeks of this mess.
 There's still plenty of time for something to go wrong.”

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #27 on: 09 May 2018, 17:17:58 »
02/07/3068 Location – “Ruins of Gabriel”, Odessa IV, Federated Commonwealth

Cameron St Jamais watched the massive hidden shipyard codenamed the Ruins of Gabriel come into view as the Colossus Dropship WOBS Divine Justice cleared Odessa IV.  The McKenna Battleship Blake’s Sword was clearing the planet behind the dropships aerobraking its immense bulk using the gas giant’s expansive atmosphere to stabilize its orbit so that it could maneuver into the docks where the Invincible had been refitted.  The Blakist flagship had suffered major damage during The Battle of Tharkad being hit with several Alamos, a Santa Ana, and taking a full pass of the Valhalla’s guns. It gave as well as it got as the crew of the Valhalla could attest.  The ship and its now diminished escort needed time in the yard to repair their damaged hulls and receive weapon upgrades now that they were fighting a different enemy than the one originally planned. 

Only a momentary pause Cameron thought as he drifted in freefall rolling to grab the “monkey” bars to stabilize himself.  He fixed the mandarin collar of his black jumpsuit and took a moment to take in the sight of the Shipyards as the dropship slowly docked to the central ring, “Blake’s Sword shall come back sharper and we will not hold back next time.  The Will of Blake shall be done and I am the instrument of his Wrath.”

The dropship puffed and docked to the massive ring habitat that housed the shipyards’s workers and work craft.  Several other stations housing factory complexes occupied other places in orbit.  There were a dozen separate cage-works of which a Baron, 2 Nagas, an Essex, and a Black Lion were the current occupants the ancient vessels were in varying states of readiness.  The Tharkad Task Force slowly, carefully, occupied empty slips and were immediately tended to by the shipyard’s craft.  A portion of the ship’s crews would transfer back to Aphros Station in the Terra system while some of them would crew another vessel soon to be readied for action either from this yard, Titan, or Irian.

Cameron stepped off the docking port and was immediately met with a pair of robed and armored soldiers wielding Mauser 1200s, their faces covered but with obvious cybernetic eyes that glowed a deep crimson burning out from the shade of their hoods.  “The Master wishes to speak with you.”
“The Master is here?”
“Indeed, he has seen fit to grace you with his physical presence. Follow us.”


The Precentor Martial followed the figures who moved with a liquid grace unlike any he had seen before comfortable in the fractional gravity of this habitat.  Cameron was nervous The Master had only communicated with him via HPG or regular channels, He had never seen the man in the flesh before, he didn’t know anyone that had.  The shame of his defeat caused him to hang his head, he could have done better The Master deserved his best.

The two soldiers stopped at a door leading to the observation deck.  “Go in”

Cameron keyed the button and slow walked in to the darkened room faintly illuminated by the reflection of Odessa IV on the other side of the dimmed view-screens.  The door closed behind him as he walked forward.  “It’s beautiful isn’t it Cameron?”  The view-screens switched to displaying a loop of Terra a planet he had only dreamed of visiting one day.  The continents of humanity’s home world drifted lazily and the night was illuminated by cities.

“It is Master.”
“Would you like to visit it one day?”
“I’ve dreamed of it.”
“I can make your dreams and nightmares real Cameron St Jamais.  Are you still certain you can protect it from those that seek to bring war to humanity’s birthplace?  That is our goal, all of this”
  the view-screens switched to showing a collection of planets from across the Inner Sphere, New Avalon, Tharkad, Luthien, Skye, Outreach, Marik, Sian, Atreus, Gibson, Strana Mechdy, etc… before returning back to Terra “Came from here.  It is our sacred duty to protect it from those that would use it as the usurper Amaris did.  Unfortunately our duty is a thankless one.  Blessed Blake knew that and we follow his guidance, the fool Primus Dow sees it just as another asset to add to his portfolio, the Clans cherish it as a prize, the Commonwealth sees it as destiny.  They are all wrong they seek to exploit what we exalt.”
Cameron took a knee, “I am sorry that I have failed you in my task Master.”
The Master stepped out of the shadows hood down on his white robes exposing his ravaged face where certain components were replaced by visible cybernetics, the man’s hands and body were still concealed though likely there were more.  Cameron averted his eyes at the horrific sight.  “Look upon me Precentor Martial, we all make mistakes, fail.  It is human nature that we should learn from these errors lest we repeat them.  Have you have learned your error?”
Cameron still had difficult looking the cyborg in the eyes, one of which was a grotesque cybernetic replacement, ancient in model.  “I have.  I failed to form a proper battle plan and underestimated my enemy.  Had I more focus we would have been victorious.”
“Good your failure cost us the Invincible and Salvation over Tharkad, and the Herald of Justice above New Avalon as well as nearly an Army of Militia.  Blessed be to Blake that our allies and order are mighty, wisdom vast, and patience unending.  We shall humble our enemies in due time. 

I shall give you one task before I leave.  Take time and focus upon this screen of Terra, think of it as your child.  Yes that is right I know of your son, I even brought his mother with me here.  You would protect Cameron with your life wouldn’t you?  I would even now after all these years do so.”


The Master walked up to the kneeling Cameron who bowed his head rather than look up again, one of the cybernetic ally enhanced hands gripped his right shoulder and squeezed hard causing Cameron to grimace and groan in pain.  “Think very hard!”

The Master put his hood back up and left along with his honor guard aboard the prototype Tiamat Pocket Warship.  The vehicle was entirely staffed of Manei Domini among them Apollyon, the head of the Blakist Shadow Divisions, he was mostly cybernetic much of which was in the same image as his Master and that was an intentional move on his part.  Though the Master rejected him as his apprentice instead choosing to seek others which caused no shortage of resentment in the otherwise “pure creation”. 
“With all due respect, you put too much trust in that frail Master.”

“Perhaps but a motivated frail is a useful frail Apollyon.  We are not yet ready to reveal ourselves to the Inner Sphere but soon they will look upon us as saviors.  Humanity shall rejoice that they are once more free; relieved of the petty politics of the Great Houses that led them astray and have caused no shortage of misery and pain.  All of which the Word of Blake would alleviate should they function as Blake intended with unity of purpose.  I shall give them their Savior, we are merely tools of a greater plan.”
“What if they reject our Wisdom?”
“They have already and they will be punished for it.  Worry not all will occur at the proper pace.”

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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #28 on: 09 May 2018, 20:04:37 »
I was shocked WOB was able to get off the planet
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Re: The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II
« Reply #29 on: 10 May 2018, 02:20:03 »
I was shocked WOB was able to get off the planet

Four Warships, even heavily damaged, on one is still terrible odds even with Nukes.  Anyhow that was the end of the Tharkad Arc so now onto a short to the Combine before returning to the past with Peter and Yvonne.

12/20/3067 21:47 Location – Franklin Sakamoto’s Private Residence, Imperial City, Luthien, Draconis Combine

Sho-Sho (General) Franklin Sakamoto was walking through the Imperial Gardens after relaxing in the Palace’s spa following a particularly rigorous day on the training field.  The night breeze was cool as he walked back but not cold enough for him to put his shirt back on.  Instead he proudly walked to the small home nestled in a quiet patch of bamboo just outside the Imperial Barracks wearing only his pants and sandals whistling an old spacer tune he learned in his travels. His shirt was slung over the well-muscled torso he had earned during a lifetime of training for the perfect moment when he would require all of his strength to prevail. 

While walking through the winding gardens he calmly wondering how his once rival, now friend Adam Steiner was doing. The man had sent the invitation to rejoin the reformed 1st Somerset Strikers but Franklin enjoyed his home realm far too much now and no longer felt compelled to once more venture out and fight the Clans.  There was a powerful Clan far closer to home or he could fight the vassal Nova Cats that had adopted his half-brother as their Loremaster.  His duty and heart remained with the Dragon though he would welcome an opportunity to catch up at a later date even on Somerset to share war stories as both had more than a few and gained some since they had last fought alongside one another.

As he stood outside the sliding door he faintly smelled something flowery.  Lilac? An odd smell for winter. Did he leave a candle or incense burning after he stopped by in the afternoon? He sniffed again particularly on his armpits, too much soap?  He looked around his environs there were only bamboo plants still green in the mild winters of Luthien no flowers of any kind were currently in bloom.  Adrenaline coursed through him but doubt was stronger.  No assassin would wear perfume while performing their duties.  He must be imagining things, perhaps that last hit on the yard was a little more than he could take.

Franklin opened the door a saw a soft light on in his sleeping room with a figure, when he quietly opened the screen he saw it was a woman whose back was to him.  Her shoulders were exposed, crane-like neck gracefully poised in contemplation, her kimono loose in a seductive tease. Upon hearing the rustle of his pants she turned but her silky raven black hair remained pinned in place by elegant ivory sticks, her lips just the right shade of red, and blue eyes bright in the half-light.  “Mara?”

“I had hoped I wouldn’t have to wait much longer Franklin.”

He stepped forward and she turned around but remained down, her kimono was just loose enough to ignite imagination but not enough to be vulgar.  The barest bit of her white silk sarashi was visible in the gap between the two portions of her outfit.  She looked refined and eager, the barest pout of her lips and her current state of undress were more than enough hint at her intentions, though her motivations were unknown to him. 

Mara Selenica was an unknown quantity, he inferred that she was an pillar agent but could never pin down her exact responsibilities not that it mattered.  He was smitten with her and she found reasons to get close to him as well.  Regularly he was certain to find her in the audience when he was bare-chested on the parade field during hot days training the Sun Zhang students or sparring.  They had spoken a few times but the Kurita court was home to rampant rumor-mongering that made even the Triad on Tharkad look tame as many more arguments ended with a sword fight (and the Tharkad dueling circuit was quite extensive, ancient black powder pistols were now back in vogue). Yet here she was in his home with him tonight.

“You shouldn't be here Mara.”

Her voice grew soft almost whispered he swore a tear was forming, “Do you want me to go?”

“No, but you still shouldn't be here.”

She rose and pulled him he didn't fight it as she drew him to his knees to look into her blue eyes.  “I had to come.  I've tried to make my feelings known but you always avoid me.”  She turned away slightly and there was definitely a tear, “Am I not acceptable to you?”

Franklin's heart burned and tore at the mere thought of a such a thing, he gently moved her head back towards him and wiped the tear away, “That's not it at all.  My duty is everything to me, I just don't know what I can offer you in return.”

“I was raised in a Pillarine Convent, I knew nothing other than duty until now.  I just don't know how to describe it other than Love and I need to know whether you feel it too.”

He had never felt that way before either but hesitated before responding, “I feel it too.”

“I don't know if I believe you are sincere, I want to know that I am not just another Oiran to you, that there is something truly special.”  She pulled the kimono back over her shoulders which in the moment felt like the cruelest thing a woman had ever done to a man.  Another sting hit his heart at her unkind words, “How may I prove it Mara?”

“What do you love about me?  Your answers will prove it to be true.”

Franklin put his hands on her shoulders pushing the kimono back off them once more gently caressing her, “Your skin is like moonlight on a still pond,” he leaned closer and removed the exquisite ivory hair sticks from the hair bun and grasped their smooth forms in his right hand, her hair cascading down to just below her shoulders, “your eyes are bright and clear like winter sky,” he neared closer almost touching her lips to his, “your lips the color of spring wildflowers.”

With their first kiss followed many others and the pair were wrapped in the folds of the kimono before moving to the bed.  It was a passion that he had never felt before and the evening passed by quickly. 

Franklin woke to the sound of combat, fierce, large scale combat, the 'whoosh of missiles, electric crack of PPC capacitors, and the distinctive sound of an LB10X. Immediately taking in his surroundings he realized that he was no longer in his house or anywhere familiar in fact.  The air smelled like ozone and a hospital, bright lights shone in his face and he felt motion underneath him, heard the sound of tires on concrete and the discordant blare of sirens. 

He attempted to get up but was unable to fighting against straps that bound him to a gurney, both of wrists and ankles were handcuffed to the frame.  He blinked to clear his unfocused vision, it must have been drugs.  Soon everything came back into focus; he saw Mara still beautiful but now fully clothed in a Luthien City EMS uniform, her hair in a tight ponytail threaded through the cap, and a large Afro-Arabic man with tightly cropped hair, the same uniform, bright Yakuza style tattoos, and a cybernetic arm, sitting to either side of him, “You lied to me Mara!  What is the meaning of this?”

She looked his way tilting her head and giving him a kiss before speaking, “I didn't lie I meant everything that I said last night.  I just didn't tell you about the morning. The Abbess has taken a special interest in you and I volunteered to ensure you were spared the fate of so many other Otomo and Izanagi Warriors.  We are going to change things back to the way they were.”

“Who is we?”

“The Kokuryu-kai are going to bring back the glory of the Draconis Combine.  We will no longer be ashamed of who we are, the Combine has a long glorious history we are no worse than any others.  Nor shall we allow the Coordinator to change us into something that we can never be and you are going to help us." 

The cyborg looked his way and showed the needler concealed in his jacket, “Or else.”