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Traveling With Cousin Giao
« on: 08 April 2012, 02:47:24 »
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"...second Battle of Somerset in 3066 virtually broke the Lyran Navy-more than a dozen ships were sent in, but they were surprised by the presence of not one, but three Clans' naval forces.  Clan Hell's Horses and Clan Snow Raven fleets shattered the Lyran invasion force in a classic envelopment-the Lyrans were simply unable to reach a jump point before being destroyed.  Surface casualties were high as well-the trap closed AFTER the Lyran Alliance Armed Forces, under the command of Adam Steiner, were already committed, however the surface casualties paled in comparison to Naval personnel losses.  Of more than 4,000 Spacers and officers, less than 150 survived, as in made it to escape pods or boats.  Twenty Three of us lived through being trapped on board. Most naval casualties went unrecovered for three weeks after the last full-on engagement, and succumbed to exposure, oxygen deprivation, or starvation while the victors debated how to distribute salvage, and dealt with more than 10,000 Lyran troops captured on the planet.  Essentially, those spacers died because nobody had time to deal with them...and their parents, most of them, never taught them how to survive  in an extraplanetary environment...

-Commodore Giao Pham, Kowloon Coast Guard Marines, The Golden Earring: Surviving a sinking ship,(c) Boojum Enfotainment Ent. 3082


Somerset System, 3066/10/15, Potemkin Class LAS Sonoma, Day 4

Engineering was a wreck outside the ship's jump-core, that much she could ascertain from what was left of damage monitoring systems and the sealed airtights trapping her practically on top of the jump core itself.

Not under thrust...but there's angular momentum, she's tumbling.  Giao Pham, Lt. Junior Grade, anchored her feet against the vent-grille, and marvelled at her luck.

I wonder who's going to be sending in the salvage crews? she lifted the Lyran-issued pressure helmet, and looked at the starred visor.  suit won't hold press for long like that...  She kicked her way to the wallmount, and opened it.  tape won't hold it long, but there's a Service lock on this floor, should have spare hats up there. 

In the dim, battery-powered light, she knew her only chance of survival meant either getting 'up' to the bridge section, with its in-built 'mech scale fusion power supply, or down to Propulsion, where, if the auxiliary reactors weren't breached, she could hole up in relative warmth.

The KF chamber would afford neither, the analog press guages showed that whatever hit the ship, it breached the cooling system for the KF drive, and all that comressed Liquid Helium had vented.

Maybe Lan's platoon of marines made it out okay-they were boarding on a McKenna... she shut that thought off instantly-this was a survival situation, and Giao was a Rockjack.

a few hand-tools and MkIII hullcutter floated in the drive room.  That, the duct-tape, and what she prayed would be a short crawl through Number 20 power conduit up to a deck that still read as having air-press Through four decks that're reading open to space, dammit... Giao wished violently that there was a spare O2 bottle for the hullcutter... At least I wasn't in the outer ring when whatever hit us...

She finished taping the cracks in the helmet-the view would be pure shit, and the patch wouldn't last more than a few minutes, but the rate of tumble, based on how tools and equipment were rubbing the outboard bulkhead, told her that she could probably spin-dive it if she started losing press.

of course, if it fractures out in one go... another thought to squelch.

She rechecked her gear, and overrode the emergency hatch closure using a length of nickel-Niobium coolant conduit.

find radio, find power, find consumables, hope everything holds together...

the faint whistle told her to put the hat on, and she finished opening the door.

Bounce-kick-tumble-kick-tumble-kick-punch-bounce-tumble-kick...it wasn't Ballet, but it worked to get her to internal lock 14 on Deck 5-without holing herself again on jagged rips in the bulkheads or fouling in the thousands of arm-thick power feeders, control runs, and other bits of ship broken, torn, or knocked loose by the weapons that gutted the hull.

She managed to get the lock opened without having to pry, just as she felt the logginess of Carbon Dioxide poisoning starting to set in.  She forced her mind to focus, as she closed the hatch, and manually cycled in canned atmo from the airlock's internal stores.

It was good to breathe again...and there was, indeed, a spare helmet in its padded cradle here.

The Lights in Lock 14 still worked.

she cycled the lock again, helmet in hand, fully expecting the 'green' to be a lie.

There was still pressure on Deck 14.

Maybe there's a lifeboat still locked? or an E-pod? she moved through the pressurized deck, outward.

At the outer rim, she found that tehre were the remains of several E-Pods, jammed in their cradles and broken open to space, and the entire J-level of deck 14 was closed off with atmo-doors.

She found a few bodies-pulpd by some kind of pressure-feedback, a few others in staterooms, mostly these were suicides.

I guess we didn't win after all...  she mused.

And she found a DC panel.

It showed a map of areas that were still reporting pressure, still had environmental containment, or still reported power.

The Bridge was black on the panel.

Okay, Auxiliary control, propulsion section, then...

Aux showed pink-still had air, was running higher-than-safe temperatures...but it still had something else...

Auxiliary control still reported power on the Damage Control systems' BRU.

We do not surrender, Giao... her father's voice in her own mind mentioned.

"Well...if I'm dead anyway, might as well make this an exciting one.."

She made her way down to Propulsion, with a short stop to rig a wireless to the external sensors, and a patch to the ship's main computer-she would need the Nav Database, a good calculator, and the correct calender date.

okay...orbital period, rotation...need to manage a 1 gee burn from the engines for five minutes...once the tumble is sorted out.  I can probably manage that by venting fluid or something... 

She ran the math.

Giao Pham was a Rockjack.  The Somerset system was 'too clean' to hide in, and she would NOT be anyone's chattel.

"Besides..." she rationalized, "They deserve it."

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« Reply #1 on: 08 April 2012, 04:20:32 »
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Re: Traveling With Cousin Giao
« Reply #2 on: 08 April 2012, 04:56:14 »
Propulsion Engineering, Deck 24...

Giao discovered the flaw in her plan on arrival at the pressurized (and oddly, mostly functional) Engineering deck, in the form of Gerhard Dietz, Lt. Commander, Lyran Alliance Navy.

"Mein Gott, you're alive...did you find anyone else?" Dietz asked.  Giao noted that in addition to the Medical officer, there were a half dozen other 'dirtyfeet'-that is, planet-born crewmen.

"no." Giao said, "Sir, why weren't you on a boat headed out?"  she asked...demanded, really, floating in the p-way just a tap-and twist from any wall she needed.

"Patients first." Dietz said, "I volunteered to stay behind so there would be room on the last of the lifeboats for the injured."

"Commendable, sir, but that presents a problem for me." Giao said, "am I wrong in assuming that, as of yesterday, the Lyran Alliance has no operational Naval forces in the Somerset system?"

"That is correct..." Dietz acknowledged with a nod.

"AND, am I correct in my assessment that we have exactly ZERO means of getting off this ship in something with the range, consumables, and hard-shielding to make  a run for...well, ANYWHERE in the system where the Clanners are not?"  Giao asked.

"That is also correct-you're an engineering rate, can you get the temperature controls normalized at least a little-we're running through water too fast in here, it's too warm..." Dietz asked.

"Sir, I think that's immaterial to our present situation-some of the upper decks have zero temp control at all, even the ones with atmo, and we're likely to be boarded by the Clans, which makes every man and woman left aboard a potential bondsman..." Giao said simply.  "I can't allow myself to be taken, and there's still power on this ship, so it's still capable of movement-which means it's still useful as a weapon...but not if you're still here."

The doctor looked warily at her, and paid especially close attention to the hullcutter. "What are you planning to do?" he asked

"I was planning to deliver their prize via deconstructive lithobraking-that's open-locks now." she said, "But they won't accept your surrender if I'm fighting under your orders-which is how they'll interpret resistance at this point-you've got ten dirtyfeet in here-I can't kill you, it would be almost as morally indefensible as surrender-you're still shipmates...incompetent ones, but that just puts the demand on me NOT to get you all killed."

"What's she on about?" a crewman in 'day duty' uniform wiht a splinted leg asked.

"She's a damn Loonie, Franz...and she's a bloody spacer." a burned but conscious former ship's security man anchored by the E3 console answered the question, "You're Pham, right?" he added.

"Yeah." Giao replied.  Dietz looked confused still, but now a little distressed as well.

"Your Boyfriend said you trade out all your leave time-all your shore leave, ain' it right?" the security troop, whose face she still couldn't place, added.

"That's right." Giao said, "Planets don't interest me."

"Lannie said you got, what, six months shore-time, total-as-in-ever?"

"about that." Giao allowed, "You seem to know a lot, why?"

"Doc, you want, I can needle her down-we don't need her kind of trouble."  Security guy was unfastening his holster, and reaching for the needler it contained.

Giao made a split second decision, and before her conscious mind caught up, she was already in a spin-dive-tumble that bounced her past Dietz, two other crewmen, and through a space barely her size-she drove her fist in a classic 3rd Form  strike.

Bones crunched and something wet sprayed out.

but the needler, which would have shredded a cone that included three other survivors, would never be drawn-the Security troop's eyes stared up at her, the life behind them gone.  50 kilos of mass at 25 KPH, pushing along a surface roughly 2 centimeters by eight, applied to the right spot on a human being.

Giao let the force change her direction of momentum, and soft-braked with her feet, ending at an agle where she reached up, drew the dead man's needle-pistol, and said, "Okay, I Can kill everyone in this room-but I really, really, really don't want to."

She anchored to the bulkhead with her toes, "SO...options, people." She said, "Who thinks they can get a Comms radio working?"

"Why?" Dietz asked, looking slightly sickened at the dead man that was below/above Giao, now.

"Because, the Clans are going to want to salvage this wreck-how do I know this? because I paid attention during the briefings, they don't waste anything if they can avoid it, especially military materiel...we're going to run out of air and food if they don't come to salvage THIS wreck pretty soon.  It's in your interest to get a radio working, call them, tell them that you've got a madwoman on your hands who wants to fight for possession of the ship, and its contents."

"And what then?" Dietz asked.

"Then, well, they'll board, I'll fight 'em, maybe get one or two, die, and you're in the clear." Giao said simply, "They'll take you down to the planet, which is where you belong, and probably dump or incinerate MY remains out here-which is where I belong...and since it'll be over Comms, and theyll probably record it, I give their honour a black eye in the process, since they won't bother to go one-on-one with a little Navy Techie-they'll do the practical thing, show up in battlesuits, kill me outright, and make themselves look bad because they were afraid to go on equal terms against a little, frail spacer girl."

"you really need to reconsider your 'ethics', Miss Pham." Dietz said, "but since you're the one with a gun, I guess I can...tolerate you committing suicide by battlesuit, if it gets the rest of the survivors to food, air, medical care and decent shelter."

"Right." Giao said.

of course, assumptions make an ass of u, and mption...

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« Reply #4 on: 08 April 2012, 14:27:20 »
CHHS Sleipnir, Somerset System, 3066/10/16...

"What??"  Star Commodore Isaac Delaurel re-read the challenge issued from the Lyran derelict.  "You are joking, quiaff?" he asked, "It is April First, Aff? This is a joke, AFF??"

"Neg, sir. There is, apparently, one crewman on that derelict who will not surrender, and has, in fact, stated an intention to defend it-single handedly."  his Comms officer stated, "The attached personnel file makes me think this is no joke."

"The art of sarcasm, Phillip, is completely lost on you, quiaff?" Isaac said.

"Oh...Aff, sir.  I am very seriously lacking in humour." Phillip said in a mock-serious tone.  "What do you want me to tell them?"

"First, let me look at that challenge..." Isaac said.

"You are not taking this seriously, Quineg?" Phillip said, "the ship is a wreck, they can not jump, can not fight, Might be able to move..."

"Have you read the reports from our observers on the surface?" Isaac asked.

"Neg..." Phillip replied.

"I have.  Most of the Spheroids behave as we have come to expect, but there have been pockets-mostly infantry or light armor units, that openly refused the surrender orders of their superiors, these troops would run, or they would fight-even when all sense and practicality would have them surrendering.  Do you know what the men involved had in common?"  Isaac asked.

"Neg, sir...what?" Phillip was a little disgusted at the idea.

"Lyrans are fanatic records-keepers, Isaac.  Dogid for them includes homeworld, world of origin..." he studied the file, and grimmaced.  "Thought so."

"What?" Phillip asked.

"Kowloon.  The Lyran soldiers that will not surrender, will not bondsref, and will fight on when they shouldn't, even defying their officers, are from Kowloon.  The Watch sent information on them when it was noted that several reserve units had been drawn by Adam Steiner for this invasion."  He put the files down, "She intends to commit suicide by Elemental, Phil-and that would be a waste."

"Sir?" Phillip asked.

"How many scientist caste do you know of, can calculate and plot a jump without the aid of a computer?" Isaac asked.

"um...I do not know-I am not familiar with lower castes..." Phillip confessed.

"Five, Phillip.  We have five KF Physicists whose work might...someday...improve the efficiency of our jump-drives and shorten the time needed to resupply units of warriors in the field.  Read the 'education' section, this 'Giao Pham' person wrote a graduate thesis on Kearny-Fuchida drive efficiencies, including extracts on alternate core materials, with backing equations that the reviewer termed 'too advanced to fully analyze'."

"So, you are saying 'shooting her would be bad'?" PHillip asked.

"I am saying it would be a waste.  it would also be no challenge at all-Pham's range scores with weapons would get her booted from Sibko on the first qualifying run-who do we have that is good at hand-to-hand, has no problem fighting in null gee, and might be able to force a submission?"  Isaac asked, "I mean good in Nullgee, Pham is a Belter from Kowloon-according to this file, she has spent an entire 'six months' surface-side in a twenty-four year lifetime, and that was six years ago, for basic training."

'So...the plan is to wrestle this genius into submission...and then what? Assuming worst case, sir, assume she is a superb hand-to-hand fighter...what if she wins?" Phillip asked, "I know it unthinkable, but still..."

"Then, we offer her a ride home-the long way." Isaac stated, "around the far side of the Inner Sphere-'to avoid risking our passenger' and while she is being carted back, we show her we are not the ogres that the Propoganda machine of the False Star League makes us out to be-persuasion, Phil.  Not all weapons are confined to the physical realm-sometimes a battle can be won by other means."

"And?" Phillip asked.

"And while she is in our custody, we pump her for secrets-with subtlety." Isaac said with a grin, "Transmit back that we will have that ship regardless, but if 'Leutenant' Pham is agreeable, she may trial for possession of herself."

"The Clan council might have issues with that." Phillip said.

"Maybe, but they are not here, and WE are.  I would rather NOT be the Warrior who kills the next Kearny or Einstein because of someone else's cultural hangups." Isaac stated with a grimace.  "Out of the billions we have encountered in this war, there are damned and few genuinely useful people-one might wonder if the greatest gift the Grand Crusade can give them, is getting people like her into duties commensurate with their actual ability, rather than cramming them into uniforms to die on the guns of superior opponents."  He sighed, "We have to show these people that they need us."
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« Reply #5 on: 08 April 2012, 15:07:10 »
LAS Sonoma, waiting...

"what are you doing?" Dr. Dietz asked.

Giao paused her stylus.  "Writing down some things." she said, "Ideas, stuff that I won't be able to follow up on."

"May I?" the Medical officer asked.

Giao spun the Padd across the drive-room, and Dietz looked at it.

"This is all...algebra?" he asked.

"KF field theory." Giao said, "remember, I was the second-shift KF boss on this boat-I think I might have found a way around the Thirty Lights limit using Niobium Diboride instead of Ti as a structural medium, it's going to take some work, but it should allow a higher operating temperature, maybe as much as 40 degrees K higher-which translates into longer jumps, if Fuchida's fourth theorem is right, which nobody's been able to test..."

"I...can't understand this stuff." Dietz admitted, "Why are you HERE, and not in a research lab on Pandora?" He asked.

"Simple, they'd make me work surface side, and I'm already stuck in a stop-loss.  I want to finish my extension and get OUT." Giao told him, "If they'd let me work as an Enlisted, and if it would get me out of the Service quicker, I would-but my field got me a commission, and the fastest way home is to finish the Officer tour, pay my student loans back, and get back out with as little contact with the bottom of the Well as possible."

 
"Message In-looks like you were right-the Clanners are coming to salvage the ship, and..." Gurdeson, a cook's assistant, looked at Giao, "They say they won't trial for the ship-but you're welcome to trial for possession of yourself, ma'am."

"Let me see?" Giao extended a hand, and the former cook's assistant tossed her the Padd message.

She read it, then re-read it.

"Fine, transmit back to 'em, tell them I will meet their champion in Bay...two, I accept the 'unaugmented' specification." She told him and added, "It's interesting that they refer to my heritage, as opposed to my...present status in their reply."

she flicked the dead Security guard's needler over to Dietz, "You're in command of this mob, sir, I have a cargo bay to reach."
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« Reply #7 on: 08 April 2012, 16:09:45 »
Shuttle 12, 1600 hours Clan time...

"...studied her physicals, not much bigger than an Aeropilot if the medical records we got are accurate."  Joseph was a Warrior of the 'mechwarrior phenotype, who'd tested into Aerospace, and from there, to Marine duty when it became clear that many of the Inner Sphere's vessels had passageways too tight for Battle Armoured marines. 

"Do not underestimate size, remember the Kai Allard Liao precedent." Star Commander Detlef wasn't-he was an Elemental, five years from facing either a trial for Bloodname, or, if he could find no sponsor nor win the Grand Melee, testing down to the ranks of the Solahma.

"I am not... but I have to wonder why I volunteered for this-if I am not careful, she will have to spend weeks in the infirmary." Joseph said.

"I would say you are a good wrestler, Joseph." Detlef said, "and fair in a fight on the ground..."

"You want to test that assumption, big man?" Joseph asked mock-dangerously.

Detlef smiled.  "Save it for the Spheroids and their mock Star League." he said, "The Star Commodore wants her intact, if possible, if not, then alive-I do not know or understand his reasoning, but that is our mission and your challenge."

"Live capture can be difficult." Joseph said with a nod, "The personality profiles the Lyrans applied, if, again, they are accurate, means she may require some...firm roughing up, before she submits."

"Better you, than me, little man-I would be worried about crushing those little bones." Detlef said, "it could be you are the perfect warrior for this..."

The shuttle docked.


Bay Two...

Giao finished marking off the 'circle' according to files on Clanner ritual  There were circles on all six 'floors' or 'walls, leaving roughly two-meter triangles in each corner as 'no-go-zones'.

then, she placed herself.

'unaugmented' meant any man-made weapons, and the techniques of Bàn tay Mở đấu tranh specified that anything that could be grasped in the hand was a potential weapon.

so she hung there, in the vị trí của việc nghỉ ngơi, Second level, meditating and awaiting her opponent, wearing barely any stitch of clothing at all-which, without the meditative focus, would have made her feel vulnerable as if naked. 

However, bay two was 'stable'-Giao had ensured that it would not breach or lose pressure, and the location inside the second ring on Deck 7 meant that random debris would have to make several turns-or be moving fast enough to break the ship, before it could depressurize the chamber.

She emptied her mind of everything that would distract-she was the void...


Her opponents arrived from a frame of reference that put them virtually upside-down to hers, one wore powered armor, the other, seeing her as she was, hastily stripped out of his flight suit, and handed his various items to his comrade.

"We are in space." Giao said, without preamble, "Circles are two dimensional geometric structures, but in space, we live, fight, and die in three dimensions, not two.  The blue areas are out of bounds-they are the corners of this chamber, and landing there is losing this trial.  Are we agreed?"

"Unorthodox...Aff, we are in agreement. Three dimensions." Joseph said it without thinking too hard-her logic was good, without thrust or spin to keep them to the floor, every flat surface was floor.

He got down to his exercise shorts and bare feet.  it was fairly cold in here-not quite freezing, but cold enough to be uncomfortable.

The upside-down girl did something with her toe, and came to a right-side-up position.

"Witnesses?" Giao asked.

"That is me." Detlef announced, "As the senior ranking Clan warrior, I am also serving as Loremaster to this trial."

"Are you ready?" Giao asked Joseph.

"Aff. I am ready, are you?" He asked in reply.

"I am." Giao said simply.  Her eyes looked...distant, as if not seeing them.

"Begin."


Most null-gee combat training focuses on anchoring oneself to one's opponent to deliver strikes, and wrestling movements to stay anchored.

This is how most null-gee combat instructors teach-because in micro and null gravity, your only friction off of a surface is the air around you-virtually a frictionless environment where newton's second law truly rules.

Giao opened with a Bánh đà đá. which translates as "Flywheel kick"-a 1st level movement in the art of Bàn tay Mở đấu tranh, this took the Clan warrior by complete surprise, as he found himself launched at the ceiling with an ache in his jaw, while she finished her tumble and toe-launched for the far wall.  He barely caught himself, and spat out a gob of blood...

He managed to get a hand against the smooth metal, and spin around as she came at him, and he managed to block a flurry of punches from her that seemed to feed off of each other's angular motion.

Giao delivered a series of reaction punches (những sự đục lỗ phản ứng.) on her next pass-the Warrior had the reaction time to block most of them, losing his anchor and floating back away.

to Joseph, this was completely unexpected, and somewhat unfair-she was using some kind of fighting style that violated every rule drilled into Warriors about how to fight in null-gravity...and worse, the blows hurt-not soft, like the 'test blows' Clan instructors used to show how futile punches and kicks are when action/reaction is the rule and there is no solid ground.

Detlef watched from the corner.  Her movements counter the force-like a recoilless system... he immediately recognized the value of learning such a style, as Joseph struggled to gain the initiative against someone who not only fought him in three dimensions, but seemed to be almost alien in her comfort with the null-gee state.


Giao focused on first and second level fighting moves-the lethal stuff was something she really did not want to bring out unless it became vital-a Third or fourth level technique risked broken bones on both sides, or worse...and she didn't need to kill this man, just drive him into a corner.


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« Reply #8 on: 08 April 2012, 23:12:41 »
Six seconds...

Joseph was the first to realize she was pulling her strikes, when a lucky accident let him catch her ankle with his feet planted to a deck.

Her toes clutched HIS wrist, and he heard the pop as she dislocated a joint to kick him full force in the armpit-with the other foot, his arm went numb and she kicked him again to escape, twisting slightly to pull the joint back into alignment.

Giao stopped the resulting flying-tumble with one hand in each of two circles-almost, but not yet, disqualified.

Pain was gnawing at her right knee and hip, she flipped, and kicked off-just as the Horseman came barrelling at her, arms wide for the grapple.

She knocked hte wind out of him with her head.

Sensitive toes found an imperfection in the deck, and she used that, plus the gasping warrior's momentum, to stop, and throw him at the blue area.

All Joseph's thrashing was to no avail..


The trial was over.

Giao felt a raspy sensation in her chest, and coughed up some blood, which floated in little spheres.

and the pain flooded in as she released her meditative state.

Detlef went to check on his clanmate.

"I am fine, just my pride is a little bruised." Joseph said, "She was not even using everything-I could tell that much-what will be interesting, is learning HOW she did that..."

"The..ah...'winner' is injured." Detlef said, and tongued his commlink, "Get me a medtech to bay two, I think we have a broken rib with lung damage...that is, a Guest with injuries."
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« Reply #9 on: 09 April 2012, 01:48:07 »
MedBay, Clan Warship "Sleipnir"...

"a few days for the bone stints to fully cure, so I must caution you not to over-stress them."  The Clanner doc had a cloying manner, to Giao's eyes both oily, and timid while being too friendly.

"Thank you doctor." she said, and stood up in the spin-gravity of the Clanner flagship.

"Before you begin your voyage, miss? Pham? The Star adders have informed me that Lan Nghien has accepted the bondcord."  Detlef got a spike of amusement from her reaction.

"No... his family is Nước Già, what you say...'old country'!  His ancestors fought the Tội lỗi, bẩn, hư hỏng Rim Worlders, his father is a member of Hiệp hội (của) Bộ phận Người tình nguyện (thứ) 171..."  She realized the Elemental had no idea what she was referring to, but seemed to be amused by the distress.
"It means his family will have nothing to do with him-if true." she said, finally, "His name will not even be spoken-Surrender is Suicide, and Collaboration with an enemy is grounds for killing...if word got back that Lan joined up..." she shook her head, "Why do you think I fought not to be taken?  Lan's family would be ostracized by their neighbours, they would have to leave, find somewhere they were not known, start over...I just can't believe he would be so selfish."

Detlef was wordless for a moment.  "Selfish?" he asked, "Seriously??"

Giao nodded.  "Kowloon was settled by people fleeing oppressors, we were then oppressed again-for two hundered years by the Rim Worlds with the tacit approval of the Terran Hegemony and the Star League.  Eventually even very dim people learn that giving up means doing harm to everyone in one's community.  Flee, fight, but do not surrender, because that is the path to the gas chambers, and the killing fields, and Year Zero and Elbar's warehouses, and Kentares under the Dragon...surrender is suicide."

Elbar's warehouses...the thought gave Detlef a chill-the Elbar campaign was sometimes highlit to demonstrate the corruption, brutality, and evil of the Amaris regime.  Millions had been butchered medically, their bodies turned into donor transplants for Amaris forces.   Elbar was also taught as an example of how units, confronted with horror, can become uncontrollable if their leadership is distracted.  Something clicked...something she had said earlier...

"The 171st..." he muttered, "Your people?"

"Yes, Kowloon sent volunteers to fight the Amaris regime under Kerensky, the 171st Volunteer Brigade, which fought at Elbar, against Amaris soldiers." she affirmed, "OUR people were the first to uncover the crime there."

"Elbar...toothpick..?" Detlef prodded.

Giao nodded, and he realized the facial expression was pride.  "Yes.  MY people crucified the bastards-it was what they deserved.  After the war, after AMaris was good and dead, General Kerensky ordered the unit disbanded-he was, so the story goes, reluctant to keep his agreement and leave us be-the rumor has it he wanted Kowloon to be part of a... 'Reformed'? Rim Worlds Territorial state.  Our first President, in fact, ONLY president, signed a treaty with the Lyrans to prevent that-better to work with the Heinies, than to be forced back into Rimjob hands."

"You speak of events three centuries ago, as if they were current." Detlef stated, "Why?"

"Because we have reasons never to forget." Giao said, "Can we talk about something else now?"

"The Adders asked if you wished to see him, before you left..." Detlef said, "I take it your answer is no?"

"He can write, I assume." Giao said, "I do not want to go down to the bottom of the Well for a Cộng tác viên...I want to remember him as he was-before he turned traitor, not try my hand at killing him in front of his new...friends."
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« Reply #10 on: 09 April 2012, 02:16:52 »
Elbar Toothpick; Noun, Slang term circa 2781.  Used to refer to a post, usually of Elbar Bluewood, of approx 4.5 M length and 10 CM cirumference at its widest point, made with a 50Decimeter long taper to a sharpened point at one end, and anchored in a 1.3m deep post-hole, chocked on three sides, and used for the purpose of impalement.  The phrase originated from the use of impalement in the gruesome executions of 56 Rim Worlds Armed Forces officers captured at site "Running Deer Mountain" a former SLDF Brian Fortress on the world of Elbar.  (see: 171st Volunteer Bde(Courts Martial), 90th Heavy Assault BDE(Courts Martial), Elbar (Campaign), "Elbar Warehouse", War Crimes:Star League Civil War, Modern crimes against humanity)...

-Volokh's Dictionary of Technical, legal and Slang terminology, Chahar Press, 3025

"The 171st Volunteer Brigade is best known for actions taken during the Liberation of Elbar in the 2776-2778 period, and for being the only supplemental unit stricken from the rolls prior to 2783.  Comprised primarily of second-hand equipment and volunteers from the world of Kowloon, this unit gained a reputation for brutality and tenacity on the worlds of Eagle Claw, Elbar, and as shock-troops during the campaign on Terra.  Two hundered and nine Officers and men of the 171st faced SLDF courts-martial for war crimes in the aftermath of the Running Deer Mountain incident, where troops and units of the 171st managed to breach the defenses of the former Brian Fortress, only to discover warehouses stocked with human organs taken from civilians native to that world.  Estimates range from 1.1 million, to more than ten million victims of the 'Warehouses' were partially, and brutally, avenged by soldiers of the 171st in a series of reprisals that resulted in the deaths of over 1,000 Rim Worlds prisoners, and the execution-by-impalement of over 50 senior Republican officers.  Trial notes from the period show the Kowloonese defendents were completely without remorse, some commenting that, in light of Rim Worlds war-crimes, what was done with the impalements was simply justice..."

-Ilya Volgov, "War Crimes of the Star League civil war: From Elbar to Terra and beyond", 2945, New Avalon Press

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« Reply #11 on: 09 April 2012, 02:30:06 »
Just a note since it is pertinent to these stories.


   Prior to the migration of this incarnation of the FGC moving to it's current home and prior to the events of this and other stories the PTB came up with the Elbar series of incidents to prevent issues with comparisons to real life historical events (and to keep the spectre of Rule 4 violations at bay due to references to said events). It made it easier for the players to refer to warcrimes since Elbar in the game was the site of horrible atrocities by both sides but allowed posters to stay with in forum rules.

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« Reply #12 on: 10 April 2012, 05:57:10 »
Gym Bay 3, CHHS Sleipnir, 4 Jumps out from Somerset...

Boredom affected even Clanners, and Giao kept having to rebuff their offers of 'recreational stress relief'.  So far, she had not had to use violence to dissuade would-be suitors.

Detlef's presence-always on guard, kept all but the most brazen away.  The circulation of her fight-tape seemed to dissuade most of the rest.

"That fighting style you used, is atypical." Detlef said, a few days previous.

"I am qualified to instruct up to third level." Giao said, "as it is not a standard LAAF fighting technique, there is no...restriction on taking outsystem students up to third level.  I would have to be very cautious though-you people are Chân Bẩn thỉu.  Teaching it could result in injuries if they are sloppy or inattentive-Open Hand, or barehands, is dangerous for those whose reflexes are not conditioned properly...do you want to learn?"

Detlef, knowing that the next shore-leave would be delayed for several months, nodded, and said, "Aff, I found the demonstration...intriguing."

"Okay, we will start on the basic maths first." Giao told him.

"Math?" he asked.

"Null Gee is about the physics of movement-you have to be able to calculate vector and velocity, know your own mass and thrust potential, and estimate an opponent's mass, thrust potential, vector, and position over time." she said,  "learning the technique, therefore, requires learning the maths-especially for someone, pardon my saying, born and raised in the Twodee of a planetary environment-I can do it unconsciously, but you will have to learn how, then focus your mind until it becomes instinct."



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« Reply #13 on: 10 April 2012, 23:51:53 »
So... brains are required for proper application of brawn.  Nice.
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« Reply #14 on: 11 April 2012, 07:38:40 »
MedBay, Office section, CHHS Sleipnir, 3066/11/05...

"Well?" Detlef demanded, "what do you think?"

"Signs of incipient Zeymophobia." Doctor Henry "Saulk" Horse said immediately, "Probably mostly latent, but that is the read I get off of her personnel file from the Lyran ship, along with the recordings of your conversations with her-It is less un-common than you might think, Star Captain Detlef-more uncommon among OUR people, but still, not so rare as to be unheard of."

"Zee-what??" Detlef asked.

"Zeymophobia, as in an irrational dislike or fear of planetary surfaces.  The scientific debates as to whether it classes as a form of Claustrophobia, or Agorophobia are fairly established, the point is, Miss Pham has an unreasonable dislike for being trapped, as she put it, 'at the bottom of the gravity well', Thus, why she declined your invitation to partake of shore-leave.  It sometimes turns up with long-term spacers, there was a slur floating around a few years ago that one of the Snow Raven founders had it...no basis for that, but it WAS a popular rumor for a time...in severe cases, imagine someone with TDS, but TDS that manifests when they get off the ship, instead of being ON it...now, as I was saying-it manifests LESS commonly among the Clans-likely because of how our society is structured and the general control of movement within it-among the chaos of the Inner Sphere, individuals tend to 'flock' together to form communities without much regard for the good of the whole-so you get knots of 'spacer born', like Miss Pham, where someone with her...mindset is accepted, even considered 'normal'-which tends to reward and reinforce her irrational dislikes, rather than alleviating or punishing them."

The senior Medtech/Scientist doctor paused thoughtfully.  "She has other interesting neuroses as well." he said after a moment-"Those are probably more originating in culture than pathology-the cultural taboo against being seen to surrender, for instance..."

"That is one of her more charming attributes." Detlef said.

"May be...but she seems willing enough to exchange teaching you a new martial art for your...presence as what Spheroids often term, ah...'Creep repellent'-her guarding of her sexual virtue is definitely more intense than most." The doc said, "I have a theory on why, but you will not be pleased by it."

"what is your theory?" Detlef asked.

"First, consider how she passes through corridors, and positions herself in rooms." The doc said, "Notice anything in your time with her?"

"She shies from physical contact with others." Detlef said, "Except when we are sparring."

"Would you consider that to be unusual?" The doc asked, "perhaps more intently than others?"

"aff." Detlef said..."What are you getting at?"

"Lyrans...have regulations requiring a set number of hours of surface duty-Pham's violated those Regs consistently since leaving her training at Pandora, and it has been allowed to 'slide' by her chain of command...now, why do you suppose that is?"

Detlef gave the scientist a blank look, and shrugged, "I do not have an answer that makes sense." he admitted.

"Sexual contact-particularly unwanted, and forced, tends to leave emotional and psychological scarring-I'm not saying she was raped, but the personality profile, the obsessive behaviours, the way she interacts with others, all point to that as a strong possibility, likely when she was very young, and possibly at the hands of an authority figure of some sort-which would explain the frantic proficiency at martial arts and other forms of self-defense, tell me, is she a light sleeper?"

"Very." Detlef admitted.

"it could be some other trauma, Star Captain, but her outward prudishness, fear of human contact, and fear of natural planetary environments, could be drawn from a massively negative event, and if she has repressed it enough..."

"You would not be speaking this if you had no other evidence." Detlef said stiffly, "Would you?"

"Neg, Star Captain...I ran full scans on her.  There is scarring appropriate to...certain crimes, common, even.  She may not consciously even remember it, but her body carries a record, be careful with her, if you can-if she has repressed the experience, it could be pulled forward, and such recovered memories tend to be devastating to the victim if they are not prepared to accept them."
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« Reply #15 on: 12 April 2012, 06:23:10 »
Observation area, Deck 15, CHHS Sleipnir...

Off-duty techs and off-duty Warriors both used the Observation area-space and time constraints on a ship meant some mixing occurred regardless of normal Clan Caste tendencies.

Very little, of course, but some, even so.

With shore-leaves going on to the Base down below, it was relatively empty when Point Commander Joseph came in.

"You look down, Detlef." Joseph said.

"I recieved some disturbing news about our guest." Detlef confided, "I know why she sleeps alone...or at least, the Medical AsTech has a theory that fits with my own observations."

"Medical AsTech thinks it, it must be pretty harsh..." Joseph said, selecting a bulb of "Fruit Number 17" from the dispenser.

"He thinks she was raped-probably in adolescence." Detlef didn't white-wash it, "she come across that way to you, quineg?"

"Traumatized, yes." Joseph said, "She was holding back during our fight-and I mean a lot..."

"Aff...but Doctor Saulk showed me evidence." Detlef said, "Scans and...things."

"The Inner Sphere is full of barbarians." Joseph said in reply, "Why are you so hung up on her anyway-even if she consented, it would be for her like mating with a tunnel-bore..."

Detlef was forced to chuckle at the grotesque image.  "NO, I prefer my women to be more...substantial, I fear I would be afraid of breaking her, so hung up that I would be unable to perform..."

"With YOUR reputation? Hardly."  Joseph paused, "It should not bother you, Star Captain-some girls just don't want it-and no traumas are necessary for them NOT to want it.  I sat in on a couple of those training classes of yours by remote-she is giving you a high-end physical sciences course-maybe she gets her relief from pursuits too abstract for physical creatures such as ourselves..." He looked around, "Speaking of which, where is she?"

Detlef checked his PADD.  "Currently? she is forty meters stellar north of the portside broadside emplacements, 'taking a walk'.  Joan and Kaizer are with her.  How anyone could find doing spacewalks more attractive than good surface-side shore-leave is beyond me...she has some kind of instrument package the Chief Tech and Engineering officers approved with her.  She is bored, she told me, with being cargo."

"Cargo." Joseph nodded, "I understand that-when I Fly the Kirghiz, especially with the bay-type pod,  every passenger is 'cargo'..."

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« Reply #16 on: 12 April 2012, 15:41:02 »
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« Reply #17 on: 13 April 2012, 06:01:16 »
Barcelona, 270 LY from Sleipnir's current position, 3066/11/15, LAAF Garrison...

Sgt. Major Cham Ngoc sighed, "Run this by me again, Private?"

"It was a really good deal-they offered me a low interest rate, and I'd be able to make payments."  Private Lloyd Murray was scared-scared enough to turn to the Battalion's SNCOIC, instead of his own chain of command.

"So, you took this loan...and now you're in some kind of trouble?" Ngoc asked.

"Yeah...Leutnant McLoughlin brought me in on it, me, and Sissons, and most of our Platoon..and I think the Hauptmann too-and they want more than just the money back."

"How much more?" Ngoc asked.

"well...there was this night I was on CQ, about three weeks ago, they had me unlock the Arsenal for a few hours-between midnight and three in the AM-Sargeant Lourdes was in on it, he told me to go check the Day-room and take my time coming back."  Murray was shaking.

"That's when you found the missing hardware?" Ngoc asked.

"no, sir...I found it when we were doing inventory after the big FTX this month-I knew we didn't load that much out of the Arsenal, but Leutnant McLoughlin had me list off a bunch of shit as field-losses, when I balked, he reminded me of the loans...said they'd be made public, I'd have to pay 'em back..."

"How much are they into you for?" Ngoc asked.

"About Sixty grand, Sargeant Major-and I heard some guys talking makes it sound like I'm on the short end."  Murray told him.

"This is an account, right? I mean, sixty large is hard to hide in a pillow case..." Ngoc said.

"Yeah." Murray admitted, "What am I gonna do?"

"you're going to keep your head down for the moment, and you're going to give me the account number and the bank it's drawn on-and you're going to live off your pay for now-separate from it." Ngoc told him, "I'm going to call in some friends, we'll find these ****** who've got their hooks in you and the other troops, we're going to get them off your back, and you're not taking another loan from a shark, got me?"

"Yes Sargeant Major." Murray said.

"Dismissed." Ngoc told him.

It was the fifteenth one in a week-at least, from the Battalion.  From the Regiment, it was more like sixty that Ngoc personally knew about.

Sgt. Major Ngoc checked the time, signed out for the day, and headed into town using his civilian car.  At the Anschluss bar and grille, he switched to a motorcycle that wasn't on the books, and ran on back north, past the post gate, to the hamlet of Cerveza, and a little, 'quaint' bar of the sort that is frequented more by cycle gangs than businessmen.

Inside, he used the pay-phone to call his contact.

Half an hour later...

"Tell me you have a line on those account numbers, Andra?" he asked.

Andra Corvales' cover was as a dealership rep for Groves Industries, makers of subcomponents for everything from autocannons to harvester combines.  her actual JOB was more complex-the Kowloonese Coast Guard's Organized Crime Bureau was getting rather good at seeking out where the black-market support for various Pirate gangs along the periphery were operating.

"Well...I had to bump this one to Corporate to get past the firewalls...oh, and Herbie said to say 'hi' and ask when you're ready to come home."  Andra told him.

"When I'm damn good and ready...what did you find out?"

"the seed money's from Rowe-McClaren, by way of about forty different cut-outs between their corporate office and here-we've got suspect operations of a similar nature running all along the border, and into some of the interior.  Target's the same in all cases-they're getting kids from Periphery theatre worlds hooked on loans, specifically soldiers, and they seem to like troops from families that are having money issues-it's a classic Racket, I just can't figure out why Rowe-McClaren's in on it, the returns can't be that good."

"Is it enough to prosecute?" Ngoc asked.

"No.  We can prove it, it's just finding a way to get it into a court in the first place." Andra said, "Strictly speaking, we obtained most of this data by breaking laws, so it's no good in court."

"son of a bitch.  I have sixty of my kids who're being strong-armed and blackmailed by this racket, and I'm not sure about the rest of the Chain of command, either-in every case, the kids' sure that their immediate C.O. is in on it."

"Well...more bad news there-the 'funnel' locally seems to lead right into your Regimental HQ-we didn't get deep enough to find the actual dealer, Loki's watching their data like hawks..." she said.

"Give me something I can use, we need those kids off that hook." He said.

"Patience, S'Maj.  I'll keep digging where we can, see if anything you can hand to the AG turns up-maybe get an AG or IG to come in on an Inspection or something-you'll be happier to know that Her Nibs is hot on this topic right now, I didn't even have to say 'pretty please' to get Ngo Industries' corporate to dig for us using their industrial espionage people."

"I hate having my suspicions confirmed..." Ngoc said grumpily, accepting a datastik from her in a careful pass.

"keep your head on, S'maj, I'm half sure if you're not being followed, it's only because you're being monitored." she told him, "This shit gets dangerous REAL quick when you're talking the big-people-table instead of garden variety black marketeering."

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« Reply #18 on: 13 April 2012, 14:27:24 »
Sudeten, same day...

"...make our own decisions, and we do NOT have to clear them through you."  Khan Tanya DeLaurel (Clan Hell's Horses) stated, "The fact is...the FACT is, when the Grand Crusade is over, we have a choice between being lords of a graveyard, or fighting constant insurgencies until we ARE lords of a graveyard, and dealing with the people we are going to be governing."  She looked over to Khan Truscott of the Star Adders, "There are over twenty thousand soldiers captured at or near Somerset, we do not have the bodies to take them in. Am I wrong, Khan Truscott?"  she yeilded the floor to the Adder Khan.

"Neg.  Not wrong...nor incorrect." The Adder Khan stated, "Somerset was, for our enemies, truly a military disaster of significant magnitude.  Even activating all Solahma, and pressing Sibkos into early service, the sheer number of prisoners we have to process from that operation is a strain-it can be done, just that doing so, would require virtually halting offensive operations, a situation that is at best untenable since it would give the initiative back to the Spheroids-this current campaign relies on momentum, lost strategic momentum crippled every clan save Wolf during Revival.  Thus the compromise I reached with the Hell's Horses, and my own Clan's backing of their decision.  It makes more sense, in the long term, to prove our words about Honour are not lies, that we are, in fact, human and humane, than to emulate the Smoke Jaguars-and in the end, share their fate-eventually, the Grand Crusade MUST be victorious, the Spheroids MUST be brought under Clan governance-of course, it helps to have them being alive, rather than dead, at the end of the process."

"So, you intend to send them back??" Ravil Pryde sneered.

"Yes-some of them." Truscott stated, "But what we do with defeated enemies is no concern of this body, so long as it does not violate the Law of the Clans, ergo, I see no reason for this Kurultai, beyond your own feeble attempts at relevance, Khan Ravil Pryde-we have been successful against the Sphere while your Clan is in Eclipse against them.  Show your way works better, or shut up about the practices of Clans whom are achieving the objectives of this Crusade while yours is flagging behind."
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« Reply #19 on: 13 April 2012, 14:45:28 »
Rowe-McClaren facility, Arluna, March, 3067...

"...where they got it-I mean, the advanced guided missiles were supposed to be an urban legend."  Jeff Cogsmore watched the cranes moving a missile of the Killer Whale class-at least the booster section was-from the back of the transport truck, into a hardened, radiation-shielded bunker that would serve as the disassembly area.

"Corporate's got closed lips, but the markings are pretty clear-it's a variant Santa-Anna, check out those additional thruster ports near the warhead-that thing must be a beast in flight-cheer up, this could change the war!" Ed Moran was smiling, "We're going to have some bonuses once we figure out how that guidance pack works.  Connie's been hassling me to get a pool before summer sets in."

"Half of Oxford's got swimming pools, Ed, I still don't know why you haven't moved your old lady closer to work..." Jeff said with a shake of his head.

"I like Oxford." Ed stated, "Nice town, nice people, good restaraunts..."

"Your ex's parents."  Jeff observed.

"Yeah, the free babysitting service is good too." Ed stated, "Plus we don't have to deal with Hillbillies down there-no riots, no strikes, no panhandling on the corners."

The overhead blast doors closed and they were under artificial illumination now.  Jeff checked the Rad meter.  "Good to go-no leaks from the warhead, let's get this thing opened up..."

The Ordinance teams opened several access panels, and revealed an advanced guidance package.  When they began looking for the control centre, someone nicked a line to one of the 'exhaust ports' on the warhead nose-cone.



Three months after that, Oxford would be a graveyard.  Ed Manus' in-laws would be dead-strangled in their own snot and vomit.  Jeff Cogsmore would also be dead, and so would over a billion Arlunans.  Three months after THAT, over two billion Arlunans would be dead.  All because someone's warbook had missed the 2765 update on SLDF specialty warship munitions.
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« Reply #20 on: 14 April 2012, 04:37:11 »
CHHS Sleipnir, March 15, 3066...

Giao watched Detlef move, and felt a sort of satisfaction-he no longer moved like a crippled toddler in the null-gee of the cargo area.  "Focus!" she barked, "Hit someone like that you go into a tumble, he takes a mild slap!"  she was still having to correct his Level 1 forms.

The Class was bigger now.

"What is Newton's second law of motion?" Giao demanded of another student, this one an Aeropilot just about her size.

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." the Clanner said promptly.

"Let us test that.  Form One simple, spin-block, if you do not land a shot on me, you will begin reciting angular momentum formulas, with demonstration for the next three standard hours."  Giao executed a sự Đục lỗ không có phản ứng, open handed.  The Aeropilot tried to shift on a centre of gravity below his body-like a boxer in one gee, instead of a man floating a meter off the deck.

she caught his shoulder, but held back on the một sự đục lỗ inch. He flailed as his body-position went into a hard spinning tumble.

"Restore Stasis, and begin reciting." She said calmly, and moved to the next student.  "Where is your centre of mass?" she asked.

The 'mechwarrior slapped his chest, "here, Teacher." he said.

"Very good.  What is Newton's second law?" Giao asked....

fifteen minutes later...

Giao had all of her students trying to recover from uncontrolled tumbles before they hit the 'out' area.

As the Warriors recovered, she floated serenely in the same place she started-one meter up from the deck, inverted.  "frame of reference, all walls are floors are ceilings, up is an illusion derived from too much time at the bottom of the gravity well."  She explained, "Detlef, Sarine, Thomas-you are ready to learn a new set of exercises, the rest of you, should finish your drills, and then hit the books before returning to your normal duties."

"This has to do with Frame of Reference, quiaff?" Sarine was another Elemental, only a head shorter than Detlef and all ropy muscles. 

"Yes." Giao said, "Before I can teach you strikes that can cause harm, I need you to understand fully how to move in your environment-think on it as not teaching a child to box until he or she can walk-so far, the three of you have shown the best chance of learning to walk, so we will begin with how to move, now that you can stand up without embarassing yourself overmuch."

She kept her serious expression, "So, we are going to play tag for the next few hours-I will be the aggressor, you have to evade me-you can only do this, by thinking in three dimensions using the lessons you have, I hope, been studying in your off-hours time."
 

By the second hour, with Giao having racked a score into the triple digits, she placed Detlef into the aggressor mode, and then Sarine, and then Thomas-an Aeropilot phenotype.

By hour three, everyone was laughing, but Giao still led by a significant margin.

"okay...heheheehe..[Sigh!] For the next week, in addition to practicing your normal exercises and studying the next chapter, watch smoke rings in the lounge, or the eddies of gas clouds.  try to match the movements of the smoke, try to understand WHY it goes where it goes...and class is dismissed."

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« Reply #21 on: 14 April 2012, 06:08:07 »
Mess Deck, CHHS Sleipnir, 16 March, 3066, 0530 Hours shiptime...

"...looks good, but how well does it work in Gravity?" Sarine asked.

Giao shrugged, "We are near one gee here, right?" she asked.

"Aff." Detlef said.  the rest of Bravo Point was at the table.

Giao shrugged, "About as well as it works." she said, "I imagine I ought to demonstrate some in the exercise area on the Grav Deck-who is up for a sparring match?"

Sarine looked thoughtful, but Detlef cleared his throat, "um, Te-I mean, Giao, maybe we should find an opponent more your...size?" he offered, "every one of us out-masses you by at Least one hundered Kilos..."

Giao shrugged,  "I suppose falling could hurt more." she offered, "Maybe I give you a handicap, no strike with a red glove, blue only?"

This elicited some humour among the Elementals.  "What?  You think the universe would ever give one of my people a fair fight?  Even among Rockjacks, we are still Kowloonese-everyone will always out-number, out-gun, or out-armor us, usually some combination of option one, and option two-you learn to fight best fighting superior opponents, not equals."  she stated, "every lesson worth learning will hurt.  I have never cú đá đánh bốc against an Elemental before, I would learn a lot, I think, makes it worth doing."

"Cu-da-what?" Sarine asked.

"cú đá đánh bốc, means 'to kick box." Giao said, "I have never been able to test my skills against someone with so much more reach and power before-the opportunity never really presented itself, and I'm only Fourth rank in onegee, I started learning it late." she said, "SO...I should learn a LOT from sparring under one gravity with people so much larger than I am."
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« Reply #22 on: 14 April 2012, 06:35:04 »
Exercise area...

The appearance of Giao Pham in sweatpants and a sports-top wouldn't have drawn nearly the attention...

The fact that she was going to spar with Elementals from Bravo Point did.  The smallest of Bravo's Elementals was Sarine, the largest, Detlef. Put into size comparison, Giao Pham is 'kinda short', even for an Inner Sphere native, being nearly as compact height and weight wise as an Aeropilot Phenotype.  Every Elemental in Bravo Point is trueborn, the crest of Clan genetic engineering for size, speed, and endurance.

What really drew the Off-Duty warriors, was her offer to fight 'Colored glove'-only the Blue glove and the padded sparring shoes would count with strikes.

People will always slow down to gawk at a train wreck waiting to happen.

Surprisingly, Giao lasted six rounds before Sarine brought her down.

Typical mismatch bouts end in three-most often with the Elemental the winner. 

The secret was, of course, movement-Giao seemed to rotate or flex, dissipating the energy of the Elemental's blows-when they landed, and she seemed to just flow around the kicks and punches that missed, delivering short-duration, 'stabby' punches with her "Blue" hand, and kicks that sent her in new directions with her feet.

"Drink?" Giao asked, when it was called.  Detlef handed her a bulb of electrolyte solution,

"You are SO hard to HIT." Sarine told her, taking another bulb, "And I could have sworn there was something wrong with the gloves-I FELT most of those hits."

"You still won the bout, I see that I need to practice more in onegee." Giao said sheepishly, "I should have been able to move around ALL those blows like smoke, not waddling like...jello..." Giao looked at the Chronometer, "Okay, so who is next? I need a representative sample to really 'get' the lesson here."  she said it with all seriousness, "I almost figured out a new twist on the Feynmann-Fuchida equations, another bout and I might figure it out."

Detlef stared at her.  "WHAT??"

Giao smiled, "mmmm, endorphins are yummy." she said, "Adrenaline, too..."
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« Reply #23 on: 14 April 2012, 07:38:32 »
She is funny, but effective.  Very good story so far, and hope to see more.

Of course, I can see one of the Clan warriors offering to let her use a compad to write down some of her thoughts on the new math.  And each night the compad is copied so the Clan scientists can have fun figuring it out.

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« Reply #24 on: 14 April 2012, 16:45:24 »
Very good story-- the fact is that I like your Clans far more than the published clans. IE, these clans seem far more aware of the political and cultural nicities, and have a much stronger sense of having a plan other than "EVERYONE RUN TO EARTH, BOYS! LAST ONE IN IS A FREEBIRTH!"

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« Reply #25 on: 14 April 2012, 18:13:39 »
Marine Quarters, CHHS Sleipnir, 2200 hours...

"...Spheroids must think she IS crazy."  Sarine said.

"It answers questions more satisfactorily than the Medical AsTech's idea." Detlef said, "though I think he may be right about the zeymophobia."

"ze-What?" Sarine cocked an eybrow, and shifted the sheets to get a little more of the larger Elemental's warmth.

"Irrational fear of planetary surfaces." Detlef said, "You are ready to go again?" he asked.

"Big girl, big appetites."  Sarine said playfully, giving him a squeeze, "Though, if you are not up to the task, I could go see if Alpha's new Commander is..."

"I Never said I was not up to it." Detlef replied, "Just...expressing some surprise..."

"I have a lot of stress to work out." Sarine told him, "I had a busy day."
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« Reply #26 on: 15 April 2012, 03:31:52 »
Alpheratz, Outworlds Alliance, June 16, 3067...

"See? Distaste does NOT make for irrational fear." Giao insisted, stepping off the docking ramp.  Detlef just...muttered something, and Sarine smiled in victory.

Giao Pham was in a fair copy of her LCN Officer's uniform.

"Okay, I give." Detlef said, "you are NOT mentally unstable-or at least, not in the way that half the doctors and all of the MedTechs serving under two flags were insisting you are."

Giao's stomach roiled, but she kept htat to herself.  "Okay, then, can we go now?" she asked, turning back to the ramp.

"No." Sarine said, "I, for one, want to see these...'diplomatic quarters' for myself-as much as you see our ships overflowing with luxuries, I want to have a meal on real plates, with drinks in real cups, under gravity not caused by either spin, or thrust-and a bed... and fresh fruit, maybe a little meat that wasn't grown in a cloning vat..."

Giao looked at the Elementals, "seriously? meat from an animal, gross...meat from a vat is just fine, thanks, it doesn't have all those random bits of gristle..."

"Cooked with real fire!" Detlef added with a broad grin, "According to your files, you have six months...total surface time, and your Lyran service requires at least three weeks of shore-leave per year, on a real, live, planet.  I would be remiss as your escort if I allowed you to violate your own regulations."  He added smugly.

"Fine...let me get my helmet."  Giao muttered.

"You will not need a helmet." Detlef told her, "The atmosphere is unlikely to vanish suddenly, and any cataclysm big enough to do that, would kill us all instantly anyway-however, I have gotten permission to loan you a hat, it is even in your size..."

A courier waited at the foot of the ramp, in a current-ish style Business class suit sporting a diamond-fist Lyran insignia with the Diplomatic Corps' emblem set below it.

"Commander Pham!" the man shouted.

Giao looked at her uniform, "Um...I don't think any of my cousins are here..."

The chuffing courier made it to them and held out a pouch, "You've been promoted, this has your current rank insignia, pay voucher, and orders from the Admiralty Staff." the man said, "Also a decoration for getting our people back-the Hell's Horses are bringing most of them by convoy, and it's been attributed to your efforts."

Giao was confused, but took the pouch, "This is a joke, right? I'm not in trouble??"

"If it is, someone on Tharkad is having a larf at both of us, Commander."  The man eyed the Hells' Horses warriors warily, "I-I need to get back to the Embassy, but you have a good stay on Alpheratz, and if you need anything before you begin your next leg of your tour, just call us?"

"Number?" Giao asked, trying like hell to look not-so-shocked.

"My card...enjoy your shore leave, Commander." The man pressed a business card into her hand, and scuttled off.

"What a strange man." Giao commented, then she opened the pouch.

Commander's Insignia.  Two full jumps in rank? an encrypted datastik, and pay vouchers, and a medals case.

"You guys had nothing to do with this, did you?" She asked, looking at Detlef.

"I believe...though I may be wrong, but I believe the Khan may have.  Khan DeLaurel is the one that authorized your Trial." Detlef said, "Also cut MY orders to escort you, and the orders placing you on the Sleipnir's route."

"Oh crap...I need to sit down." Giao said.

"See? I told you she would be overwhelmed by the beauty of this place!" Detlef said to Sarine with an amused look.

"Inside... ineedtositdowninside..."Giao muttered.

"come along, little diplomat..." Detlef picked her up, and carried her like a toddler.

"First, we will have dinner, then we will go sight-seeing." Sarine said, grinning maniacally, "Maybe a nice open-jeep ride in the country.  Some Natural surroundings would be good for you, all cooped up like you have been..."
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« Reply #27 on: 15 April 2012, 03:57:08 »
Two hours, forty one minutes later...

The Clan presence in the Outworlds was hardly concealed-Hells' Horses troops were in coffeehouses, Merchants in the market wards, Officers here and there, some on errands, some seemed merely to be sight-seeing.

Not that Outworlders were misisng-but the OWA military presence was to be expected, just the cordiality of how they were interacting would have shocked observers from the Star League...and shocked them a LOT.

One might, if one were neutral about the matter, speculate that the Clan troops were here as allies, that the OWA was NOT a voting member of the new Star League, that the Star League was NOT currently at war with half the Clans...

One might think so, seeing Alpheratz and the ships in the traffic pattern.

"Okay, I don't get it." Giao said, "the Outworlds and the Lyran Alliance are allies..."

"Aff, as are the Outworlds and Clan Hells Horses-as of two weeks ago." Detlef said.

"but you were at Somerset, you guys fought us..." she insisted.

"Aff, but our alliance with the Star Adders is a defensive pact, our Clan has pursued no offensives in the Inner Sphere since...oh...Thirty Sixty or so, when we attacked the Ghost Bears, whose new amalgamated state in the Rassalhague area has been summarily, and without just cause, been expelled from the false-star-league.  Technically Clan Hell's Horses is a Neutral power-until the Grand Council makes another declaration of war, we are likely to remain a Neutral power, so our relationship with the Outworlders, while mutually beneficial, places neither side at risk of betraying their other allies."

Sarine chuckled, "Of course, maintaining that requires we pursue the Grand Crusade in less...direct ways than we would like, however the indirect methods-like the relationship with the Outworlders and...other possible groups, allows us a strategic advantage to offset the lack of direct combat, at least, until such time as the time is right for it.  The Falcons failures and the Wolf Successes in Revival were studied by others than the Star Adders.  The Crusade is about saving all of humanity from a pattern of madness and destruction millenia old-it is a war of morals and ideals, a clash of beliefs-and if we can win foes over to our side as friends, it makes eliminating the truly evil and corrupt oh so much easier, and more satisfying work."

"We are bringing Hope and Change to the Inner Sphere, Commander." Detlef told her.

on the newsfeed above the bar...

"...Quarantine declared on the Lyran world of Arluna.  Estimates from Alliance Medical indicate hundereds of thousands may be dead, and millions ill, but statements from the Clan side, indicate possibly billions of Arlunans are already dead, with outbreaks confirmed by both Clan, and Lyran observers, as well as Star League press statements, in eleven neighbouring systems..."

Giao's head swiveled, and she was up from her chair, "Hey, Turn that up, please?"

The anchorman started listing off worlds and systems under quarantine.

"...Jerangle, Jessenice, Kowloon..."

Sarine saw her lips make a word, and the obvious fear Giao had been holding back suddenly melted away, to be replaced by horror.

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"...over the next three weeks, she watched as the Inner Sphere's governments slowly began to admit what they had been vigourously denying-the worst plague in human history was ravaging the sector of space she called 'home'.  After months of living together, seeing her reaction made it real for us.  The revelation that the Plague was man-made, that it was made during the Star League's golden era,  and that the virus had been contemporary to the Father and the Founder's era, and worse, that it was a Star League bioweapon.  We were horrified-not as much as Giao was, but...none of us argued or delayed, or tried to sabotage when she asked to finish her 'shore leave' on the Space Station...the joke of her obvious discomfort lapsed in the face of real tragedy and the Lyran government's refusal to give her solid data..."

-Sarine Cobb, Musings of a Warrior Alpheratz Military Classics, 3092 A.D.

Spaceport, Outworlds Alpha Station, July 9, 3067...

"...Họ sẽ không để cho tôi về nhà.." Giao was muttering in Viet again, in her sleep.  Detlef watched over her, while Sarine reported back to the Sleipnir.

"How is she?" Thomas, their pilot, asked, returning to the terminal booth.

"She sleeps, she has nightmares." Detlef said, "About normal." He accepted a cup of coffee.  "Sarine have any progress finding a ship bound that way?" he asked.

"We could get her right into the Dominion, even to the Lyran border, and once there, about as far as Coventry." he set a second paper cup of hot liquid into a cup-holder on the bench, "No farther though-the whole run from Guataveta out to Kowloon is closed off from every direciton, and the Star Adders are running joint blockades with the Goliath Scorpions on the Periphery side to prevent 'friendly' traffic from being exposed."

"That is MUCH worse than the news, or even our official, military reports suggest." Detlef said, "I guess it is not only the Spheroid governments that fear a panic."

"Unofficially? This is scaring the hell out of the Grand Council." Thomas said, "I have a former mentor, doing Obsidian Keshik work now, he has told me to expect the Grand Council is going to press the Adders to pull Back from the Quarantine zone until this thing either burns itself out, or runs out of victims, unless progress on a cure can be shown."  He sat down on a bench, "We have news from observers with the Adder Touman, that the Fire Mandrills have put Melissia in Quarantine as well, and there is a rumour that some of their clusters have been 'disappeared', the rumour says the units in question were tested and showed signs of infection.  We have diverted the repatriation fleet rimward to go around the Quarantine-no point in exposing our 'gifts' to something that kills planets."

"heh...the Bears would never let us escort her in through the Dominion." Detlef said, "We would have to go around in any case, and if the fear is that widespread, she would never make it there on her own."
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