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War is a grave.
« on: 13 November 2021, 10:40:21 »
3128, Gibbs, Lyran Commonwealth...

"I quit.  this is my resignation."  Generalleutnant Amanda Roshak-Ngo was nicknamed "Brittlebones" for the amount of time she spent away from surface postings, often 'riding along' on transport routes and overseeing and inspecting LCAF's dwindling professional naval forces.

"Kommodore, you can't mean that!"

"It's over, Freidrich." she said, "I went to the Archon, I explained the situation,  and I failed." she sighed, as she signed the next document.  "Too many vested interests, too many influential people to remove-she promised a budget increase."

"but isn't that good news?"

"No, it is not." Amanda sighed in disgust, "it is more money funneled to shipyards in the republic, more money to contractors who don't keep their promises, more empty promises to look into the security of the borders...Here, take this to Wittenberg's office, it's my report on the condition of our Arc Royal installations...she told me 'no' on the shipyard expansion project, we're getting budgets, and those budgets are being eaten whole-she insists on keeping the Invincible on the rolls!  That project has never once shown progress since I was a junior Leutnant!!"

"So you're giving up."

"Patrick's getting older, Fred, and I'm well past my sell-by date, it's time for someone else to be the crusader, to try and keep the supplies flowing, to deal with crooked contractors and obstinately blind, navel-gazing civilians in government...I expect in not very long, we will all be relying on private contractors and privateers to carry the supplies.  I find I no longer have  the passion to wear the uniform." she looked up.

Kapitan Freidrich Kroh looked ill with horror.  "You say that-"

"I say it, because I mean it." she said, "I no longer love the Commonwealth as I did when I was a girl."

"Where will you go then?"

"My mother left me some property in my home system.  I suppose I shall go there, and enjoy a quiet retirement-a retirement far from the pit of passions and politics that is...this mess we are in here.  I won't be dissuaded.  Perhaps I'll contract for side work as a navigator if I get bored."
"If ye love wealth better than liberty,
the tranquility of servitude
better than the animating contest of freedom,
go home from us in peace.
We ask not your counsels or your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you.
May your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."-Samuel Adams

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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #1 on: 13 November 2021, 10:46:19 »
"Ngo" and "quiet retirement" just don't belong in the same sentence...  ^-^

Glad to see more Kowloon anyway!  :thumbsup:

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« Reply #2 on: 13 November 2021, 11:41:05 »
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« Reply #3 on: 13 November 2021, 14:36:56 »
Late October, 3128, Kowloon...

Outside the airlock on Spider moon, you can still see the remains of the construction gantries Duchess Elizabeth built in the 3050's.  they hang like a skeletal shroud just off the Spider Moon L1 point to Boojum, and at this point in the rotation, they glitter like broken fragments of silver, thousands of kilometers away but without a thick atmosphere to disperse and shroud them.

The intact ones, had been confiscated by Peter's regime to bolster the LCAF shipyards at Gibbs-an action the central government had gotten away with, thanks to the war-weariness of the entire nation.

There simply hadn't been anyone willing to put up a fight after her mother's lapse into dementia.  By that time, of course, Amanda had been deep into her Naval career, and Patrick, the heir, had been presented with the whole of the war-debts, along with unpaid taxes going back to 3051.

They'd taken the Yards as payment-at least, the parts that were intact.

Amanda lay on the ground outside the former entrance to Spider Moon's Coast Guard base.  Like the yards, the national government took most of the Guard under the Revised Militia Act, a political move to mollify the Republic under threat of sanctions since the forces they'd built violated the Republic Treaties.

Most of the cutters built at those yards were smelted down, their cores exported to Terra's workshops in trade for goods from the Republic.

her earpiece crackled in the vacuum.

"Baroness?"  Amanda forced her bitter anger down before she answered. 

"What is it, Nicole?"

Nicole Sithers-Minh002 stood in the open lock, "Ma'am, you asked me to let you know when your brother would be arriving."

"He's here?"

"He's inbound, six hours out, ma'am."  The teen girl was can-bred in Hue's labs, daughter of Nikki Minh and Linda Sithers, one of a batch of trueborns from the abjured group of Jade Falcons who now owned Kowloon's second largest city.

Trueborns made from Kowloonese stock, instead of Clanner-a gift to her mother's rule, an acknowledgement of her Father's decision.

"are we fit to have visitors?" Amanda asked.

"mum, we're fit.  He's bringing your daughter."

"I see."  Amanda hadn't had Sharon the natural way, and melding Icaza genes made the girl more Falcon than Ngo, but Sharon was acknowledged. "I take it she's homesick already."

"Aff, mum.  Sharon's finished her surface tour."

"I was hoping she'd stay with Patrick.  he's been more her father than I've ever been her mother." Amanda sighed.

"Do you regret it?"

"All of it...after '89, anyway."  Amanda said sourly, "Taking down LaRue was the last good thing I managed to accomplish for the Commonwealth, and it wasn't even my operation."

"She's not a child, mum."

"Nicole, for me? you're all children."  Amanda said tiredly, "What about the reps from the burrows?"

"Sithers-Deen's supposed to arrive this evening local time, mum, the rest will be coming with them.  Can I ask what you're bringing the collectives together for?"

"Consuela Li's put you up to this?" she asked.

the posture of her staffer told the whole story.

"Obviously she has." Amanda amdended.  "Pat's the Duke."

"you're the one who holds stake on the outer system, mum."

"Yeah...for all the good I've done." Amanda joined her staffer in the airlock, and it cycled closed.  "I've been an absent landlord, and Patrick, bless his soul, he's like our father-a ground man."

"Everyone knows what you gave up to protect us." Nicole said.

"Did I? protect anything??" Amanda asked as the tunnel pressed up.  "really?"

"Failure is inevitable, it's what you do with it." Nicole said dutifully as the inner hatch opened.

"yeah...tell Li that her answer is 'yes'." Amanda said, "The Commonwealth's on the teetering edge and tipping, and all my warnings, all my efforts to stop them-nothing.  come to nothing, we're going to be on our own soon."

"how soon?"

"I give it five to ten years." Amanda predicted.  "They're already pulling back from the frontiers, and getting more dependent on the Terrans.  Last year's budget was full of...stupid. it ws full of stupid, I fought it, I lost.  Melissa doesn't understand how precarious the nation's position is, and Brewer, damn him, is using it to expand his powerbase.  I don't know what the shape of it's going to exactly be, but there's going to be a fall, and it's going to be soon...ish."

"What makes that so?" Nicole asked.

Amanda sighed, "Instead of building yards, we're leasing transports and instead of forging cores, we're scrapping them and sending them to the Terrans to build those ships, the Terrans own the communications, we're sending them weapons and it's not for self-defense...and Skye's making trouble for them again.  Half the corporations in the nation have relocated facilities closer to the Republic to take advantage of trade that's costing the realm, and basic, core infrastructure's stayed broken-we're still stuck with ONE major national yard, and it's vulnerable.  If you don't have control of your transportation network, if you can't build it or maintain it, you don't stay a nation.  all it would take, is one blackout, like the Blakists pulled when I was born, or Operation:Scorpion, and it's going to unravel."

"They didn't listen?" her aide asked, helping Amanda shed the PLSS pack.

"No. They didn't." she asserted.  "Melissa thinks it's going to go on forever, her 'advisors' should be taken out an airlock without a suit-we're screwed..and I, in my naiveté, let it happen...so now we need to figure out how to fix it...at least, for us."
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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #4 on: 13 November 2021, 14:53:47 »
Helm, station keeping.

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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #5 on: 13 November 2021, 15:06:11 »
I would hope the burrows have enough to get the yards rebuilt, at least...

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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #6 on: 13 November 2021, 15:54:28 »
I'd kind of hope that the burrows managed to strip & hide a fair amount of stuff before the bulk of it got taken away.
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« Reply #7 on: 13 November 2021, 16:13:32 »
My thought is that the burrows were the ones who built the original parts...  ^-^

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« Reply #8 on: 13 November 2021, 16:13:52 »
This looks pretty interesting, thanks!
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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #9 on: 13 November 2021, 16:42:31 »
Tagged, this looks like its going to be good.

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« Reply #10 on: 13 November 2021, 16:49:57 »
Ngo stories are always good... I recommend you look up some of the others...  :thumbsup:

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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #11 on: 13 November 2021, 19:54:34 »
Ngo lookout for cans of sunshine
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« Reply #12 on: 13 November 2021, 21:03:43 »
Ngo.

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« Reply #13 on: 13 November 2021, 22:58:01 »
"There wasn't a great upset when Admiral Ngo filed her retirement papers at Mount Asgard, nor was there much of a sigh of relief.  the mood could be best described as patient confirmation of expectations.  The Commonwealth Navy is predominantly comprised of two sorts of officers; Those filling their five year's service looking for resume enhancement with shipping companies, and those whom, for one reason or another, whether scandal, lack of talent or lack of connections come from good families, but can't get a slot in a Regimental unit.  I suppose there might be a third type-after all, she wasn't completely alone in making the Naval branch her career of choice for four decades.  Competition for 'proper' naval slots is ferocious, and only the best-connected, most prominent stars can hope to get a command position on one of the Capital ships.  Amanda Ngo never got higher than Navigation Officer on a Fox. The woman was a hare-catcher noble and a persistent pain in the ass during her time in Inspector General's corps, followed by Planning, followed by a brief stint as CINC of Yard assembly two's second shift at Gibbs, followed by another trip through Supply and finally landing in the Transport division-as one of the few officers IN Transport with active combat time as a Junior officer.

We didn't even seem to notice, to be honest.  While there are still dark rumours about Kowloonese names like Alicia Li, Bianh Vu Dao, Pol Nguyen, and of course the holovid-quality story of Nicole Minh, Baroness Amanda of Spider Moon was just considered, when thought of at all, as a pest who wouldn't go away for four decades.  I really ought to have tried harder to cultivate a relationship with her, given what happened later..."


-Vedette Brewer, December, 3151.


HPG Station, Kowloon system, September 1, 3132...

"...it burned itself out! This isn't a lie!!"  The local station management were rounded up and under arrest.  Hauptmann Emily Falcone listened patiently as the local Adept VII insisted that it was a technical glitch, and not simply a terran 'silencing' protocol set off.

"Is he telling the truth?" Sharon Elizabeth Ngo asked quietly, "because if he's telling the truth..."

"if he's telling the truth, then we don't have a reason to keep hosting these Terrans."  Her uncle Patrick stated.  "Do we, Adept?"

"but-"

"but nothing, if you can't fix it, because the core's burnt out? and you don't have the plans for the destroyed components, and certainly we no longer have the fabrication capacity to replace them-even if you had the plans...then there is no more reason for your organization to be in the Kowloon system."  He was 'distinguished' in the manner of his father's people, tall and gray-green eyed with a full head of blonde-to-gray hair worn in a close cut to show off the shaved areas where his neurohelmet contacts rest.  "Do you have enough Kroner to purchase passage off the planet, Adept?"

"We have C-bills!" the man stammered.

"Without an HPG network, the C-bill is worthless paper, not worth the paper it's not printed on." Patrick explained as if to a child, "Do you need a loan to purchase your tickets?"

"A...loan, you're serious?"

"as a heart attack." Patrick stated grimly, "Your blessed order has no business here, if you can't run the phones for the Commonwealth, which you have just proclaimed you can not.  Therefore, I'm offering you a very generous loan, enough to pay for your passage back to the Republic-the system, of course, belongs to the Commonwealth, but you can't fulfill your contract, and can not call in someone who can.  I can give you the option of Immigration, but you'll have to give up all your special secrets, or you can board ship with your staff, personal belongings and suchlike, and return from whence you came."

"But...but this could be the only one!"

"Not according to ships from neighboring systems." Patrick's tone was as inevitable as a landslide.  "every system in a sixty light year radius that's got trade going to it, reports the same 'malfunction'.  You need to go home."

the Terran Adept was dumbfounded at the blunt invitation to leave.  "We could...we could try to restore it! Yes!!"

"Seems unlikely to succeed if the HPG core really is burnt out-that's  a fairly large piece of equipment, and the fabrication for a core that size is costly, and the nearest facility capable is at Gibbs."  Emily noted, "Though Clan space might-"

"If it weren't hitting them, they'd be hitting us." Pat stated, "Old claims and current arguments say otherwise.  Adept, take the money, take the tickets, go home, you'll be safer there, than in protective custody here."
"If ye love wealth better than liberty,
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We ask not your counsels or your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you.
May your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."-Samuel Adams

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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #14 on: 13 November 2021, 23:53:57 »
 Pinged. Interesting start.

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« Reply #15 on: 14 November 2021, 00:31:51 »
Yeah, ok, in for another.  But this is the last one.  Time crunch on my end.
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« Reply #16 on: 14 November 2021, 02:46:14 »
Hmm...
Good news is the lab boys say the symptoms of asbestos poisoning show an immediate latency of 44.6 years. So if you're thirty or over you're laughing. Worst case scenario you miss out on a few rounds of canasta, plus you've forwarded the cause of science by three centuries. I punch those numbers into my calculator, it makes a happy face.

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« Reply #17 on: 14 November 2021, 06:09:00 »
Darn... the opening quote got me all spun up for more Amanda.  Not that I mind getting some Pat and Sharon!  8)

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« Reply #18 on: 14 November 2021, 09:20:06 »
Boojum orbit...

It took four years to clear away the damage and the debris.  Most of the attention of both the Theater, and Central, governments, had been focused on more profitable worlds, the rest had been focused, as it had for generations, on the surface of the actual inhabited, earthlike world of Kowloon.

Sure, the Commonwealth knew there were spacer settlements in the Kowloon system, but like the Beltas of the Sol system, they were still seen as insignificant.

Much like Amanda herself, never worth the bother to visit and barely worth Lohengrin's efforts to monitor.

She floated free in her suit,  the nearly random, glittering distribution of debris was taking shape, and the first slipways were already complete.

There was no point in rushing now, the first domino had already fallen, and rushed work now, meant too much work later.  Better, for her own people, if they did the work correctly in the present while everything outside went to hell-or didn't.

"you're woolgathering, mum."  Nicole said over the suit mic.

Amanda sighed.  "Thinking is not woolgathering, Nikki."

The prospecting expeditions had been fairly successful.  This shouldn't surprise anyone, honestly.  for every inhabited star system, there are dozens within a short jump that don't host worlds in the 'goldilocks zone', and most stars have debris fields from the stellar nebulae they formed from.  A few jumpships listed as 'lost' or 'missing' in the registry, a few dedicated volunteers from the Rockjack community, and you have a powerful engine for finding necessary rare earths and minerals.

Find  them, first step process them, slip a few to the Lyran tax man and the rest you bring here.

Amanda left the LCN with a chip-carrier full of engineering studies and design proposals for programs whose funding began, and then was cut, some because of infighting between contractors, some because of lost or gained patronage, and some because they were protested by the Republic's Embassy that found out about them despite layered secrecy.

"Mum, what are we building this for?" Nicole asked.

"You mean, what's the first off the line, or what's my main goal?"  Amanda asked.

"Uh...when you put it that way...what's coming out of these new yards first?"

"More shipyard equipment at first." Amanda stated, "We're going to establish coaling stations and service facilities for our wildcatters, to do that, we're going to be needing to build ships to service them, which will also work for carrying messages."

"you don't think the Blackout's going to last, do you??"

and here, Amanda made a negating gesture, "No, I think it's going to last a long, long time.  Scale alone, if what our people picked up as scuttlebutt in trading stops in the rest of the commonwealth, and the forced impressment of some of the merchies is any indicator-this isn't a normal interdiction, you saw Sharon's report on that HPG core.  even if they had them standing by in a warehouse, instead of needing to fabricate on site, it's going to be years to decades before the network's up to even fifty percent-it's just the sheer scale, which means if we want to keep a civilization out here at all, especially this far from the 'Golden center' of the Inner Sphere, we're going to want regular postal service.  That means ships, which will need shipyards, fueling docks, and service stations, crew, recreational facilities, and a functional navy, because all that stuff is worth money to someone who doesn't have it and can't make it."

"You were in a navy, and you left."

"I left because it was increasingly non functional." Amanda asserted,  "They were handing over the infrastructure to outside contractors and leasing transport from the Republic, or from firms and contractors affiliated to the Republic.  Just like with the HPG net, they were giving key infrastructure to a foreign power, then patting themselves on the back for building fighters and dropships and keeping three relics on the rolls with one of those being an irreparable wreck and the other two so long out of production that they're buying salvage as spares."

"But what's the endgame?"

"Peace, prosperity." Amanda stated, adding "Security, maybe a little bit of an advantage when Melissa or whoever inherits after her gets their head out of their ass.  Andrew wouldn't have let it get this bad because he understood that an interstellar nation is only as strong as its ability to communicate and trade internally, independent of foreign sources-if he'd been in charge, we would've gotten off the Comstar Teat and wouldn't have Scorpion version two killing our national comnet."

"You believe the blackout was intentional?"

"Yeah, I do." Amanda agreed, "Just like I don't believe for a ****** second that Archon Andrew's 'food poisoning' at a street fair was accidental, or that the Jihad was accidental-or a genuine split.  It was the Terrans all the way through.  They made the Commonwealth dependent and then they kicked the rug out to make it collapse."

"But why??"

"Because history says the Terran Hegemony was running out of resources when the first Star League formed, and the Republic is the most used up portion of the Terran Hegemony-they need resources to feed a trillion mouths, because Terran policy has always been to keep the rest of us weaker, dependent, under control, and shattering the nations hemming them in, without a shot, so they can come back in a generation and be all 'we're helping you' is very in line with Terran priorities and demonstrated Terran thinking.  There's no point, once you look at it, where they haven't been trying to conquer us with soft power for the last forty years-with the eager, short-sighted collaboration of much of our own government and governing class."

"Is that why your brother is evicting Comstar now?"

"You don't keep a spy where they can spy." Amanda asserted.  "Comstar is the Republic, and the Republic is the enemy."
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the tranquility of servitude
better than the animating contest of freedom,
go home from us in peace.
We ask not your counsels or your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you.
May your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."-Samuel Adams

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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #19 on: 14 November 2021, 09:37:16 »
Now that's the clear-eyed thinking I'm here for!  :thumbsup:

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« Reply #20 on: 14 November 2021, 10:55:26 »
Not up on the post-Jihad and Republic Eras, but they could make Black Boxes in the Succession Wars.  Couldn't they serve in place of HPGs, even as a stopgap while you tore a few stations apart and reversed engineered your own?

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« Reply #21 on: 14 November 2021, 11:29:50 »
Not up on the post-Jihad and Republic Eras, but they could make Black Boxes in the Succession Wars.  Couldn't they serve in place of HPGs, even as a stopgap while you tore a few stations apart and reversed engineered your own?

I suspect that ComStar and the Republic have spent the last 40+ years pushing the idea of "why waste time with that obsolete tech when we can provide something much better? You might as well give that old junk to us, along with any tooling, so that it doesn't become a distraction. If fact, lets make that part of the terms of our trade deal...."

Althought I also expect that the 'Loonies/rockjack have kept quite a few, but not enough for a situation like this.
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« Reply #22 on: 14 November 2021, 12:06:43 »
As I recall, TPTB came up with some reasoning to make black boxes not work any more.  They had to think of something to invalidate being able to carry around an FTL communications device in a briefcase...  ::)

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« Reply #23 on: 14 November 2021, 13:42:41 »
True.  It was some weird de-encrypting of messages as they pass through whatever's wrong with hyperspace.

I guess the void monsters can make a plain text out of something that was input encrypted in the first place...
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« Reply #24 on: 14 November 2021, 14:16:14 »
Given enough time, it's possible to break anything not encrypted with a one-time pad.  And those depend on the security of however you transmit the pad from one place to another.  Lead pipe decryption still wins!  8)

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« Reply #25 on: 14 November 2021, 16:02:26 »
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« Reply #26 on: 14 November 2021, 16:32:10 »
Kowloon Ferry Six...

Sharon Elizabeth Ngo is a big girl.  The joke 'big boned' really applies here-the gene-docs who put her gametes together borrowed Icaza line DNA for the 'father' portion, resulting in heavy musculature and thick, flanged bones for additional muscular leverage and endurance. 

She didn't make it any less so, by using the muscle-stimulators in her undersuit, devices designed for aviators to maintain muscle tone on long 'drift' patrols where spin or drive-gravity aren't available. 

Typically, this twenty-year-old would have been off to Coventry Military Academy at age sixteen like most of her social peers, but Sharon stayed in the Kowloon system, tacitly ignoring her mandated 5 years of service to the Realm, a service almost guaranteed to put her in an infantry unit, given her physique and physical...'talents'.

and completely ignoring the fact that Sharon's real interests were more aligned with navigation and engineering work.

Not that the LCAF, with its strict policies, would let a 150 kilogram woman sit in a fighter cockpit designed for an 81 kilogram man, things aren't like the wild days of the succession wars, when anyone who could pass the exams and had access to flight training of SOME kind could get a berth in a fighter unit.

"Nervous?"  Shelby Falcone asked, as Sharon watched the Nav officers on the ferry jumper input coordinates for the Boojum/Spider Moon L1 point.

"a little." Sharon said, "It's only the third time I've met my biological mother, and this is 'officer training' now."  Sharon acknowledged.  The other 'officer candidates'  strapped to their couches were more focused on where they were going, than how they were getting there.

"I heard they only let her lecture a couple times before yanking her out of Training Command around the turn of the century." Shelby commented.

"Yeah, that's true." Sharon nodded.  "Mom was almost in her forties when they grew me, I mostly knew her through correspondence, letters, and what Uncle Patrick said about her in stories.  I wouldn't say our first face-to-face meet was awkward, but I get why most of the Hue kids don't get to meet their gene-parents."

"Expectations." Shelby said it wisely, "You meet your gene parents and you always have this dry little hope that they'll see you as remarkable, or as 'theirs'...and it never happens.  You at least got to meet yours before you hit puberty."

"one leave, and a year in Post Housing when I was eight doesn't really meet the same criteria." Sharon noted.  "She expects a lot though. I'm terrified I'm going to be disappointing.  Like a little voice in my head telling me I'm not good enough, you know?"

"Every time I see one of the Old Guys with a real bloodname, same feeling, especially Mitch Pershaw."

"Why him? I mean, he's a hell of a good admin in the Camranh district but-"

"He's mine." Shelby interjected.  "I swear, every time I was up by Tributary 19, and bumped into him, I could feel him judging me."

"Did he know?"

Shelby shook her head, "I don't think so-Hue Falcons don't usually advertise unless you're natural-born, and I kinda think the traditionalists don't want to know unless you do something remarkable enough to claim a bloodname."

"Countdown clock's started." Sharon said, lifting her helmet in one hand, "HATS!!"

the gathered dozen or so trainees slammed helmets to rings, sealing up as the cabin de-pressurized before jump, the movable panels opening to reveal open space as the bulkhead sealed on the command deck.  It wasn't the rumoured 'hull surfing' exactly, it was just part of learning navigation skills-seeing hyperspace with your own eyes.

Gold washed across her vision and then, colorless chaos flooded her eyes.

"If ye love wealth better than liberty,
the tranquility of servitude
better than the animating contest of freedom,
go home from us in peace.
We ask not your counsels or your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you.
May your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."-Samuel Adams

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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #27 on: 14 November 2021, 16:52:53 »
[out of story notes]

Sharon was born later this time, and maybe 'born' is stretching things (though not as stretched as, say, the outcome of natural childbirth on a non-Elemental female would be with a half-Elemental child!)

Formulated in 3105, 'born' 3112, after a lengthy family argument and Duke Patrick putting his foot down that there would dammit be a second line of inheritance.

Under Elizabeth's reign on Kowloon (3052 to her death in the early 3110s) She managed to get recognition of a more stable format for ducal inheritance in part to deal with the obvious problems of normal primogeniture-and to assure continuity.  The method she selected (and which was approved by the Archon, at the time, it was Adam) was "Tanistry", a semi-elective system in which local leaders and family members voted in the Heir instead of using birth order. 

This was, in part, because her efforts to disable the nobility on Kowloon were derailed when the Jade Falcons first won an enclave there, and then married into her family by marrying her (a move worthy in some ways of Vanh Chistu, despite being okayed and later exploited by Sam Clees).

The abjuration of the Kowloon falcons came about as a result of intra-Clan politics and the Wars of Reaving, and occurred in the late 3080s with only minor violence, as Elizabeth 'opened the door' to reaved bloodlines from Clan Jade Falcon in the form of accepting immigrants and extending asylum (with Archon Peter, and then later Adam's, permission.)

The relatively short border conflict was one of the last times that the military Liz built remained in existence before being dismantled.

"Hue Falcons" are a thing in this here setting, and the most common name is "Falcone".  They still have about as much identification with "Clan Jade Falcon" as your average Chicago resident does with Irish Clans or bostonian has with Irish or Scots ancestry.

Among pureblood Clans, they're considered 'degenerate offshoots' and 'borderline bandit-caste', there's a defined bigotry and hatred there, though not more than the average Mongol feels toward any OTHER native of the Inner Sphere who isn't already part of their Clan.

On Kowloon, it's a bit more like having Elbar Ancestry or being "Yisroel" or "Hmong"-one ethnic subgroup among many.  Hue Falcons with 'known bloodlines' tend to be attracted to positions in the Planetary Militia, law enforcement, or emergency services such as fire departments.  It's simply a cultural undercurrent.
"If ye love wealth better than liberty,
the tranquility of servitude
better than the animating contest of freedom,
go home from us in peace.
We ask not your counsels or your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you.
May your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."-Samuel Adams

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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #28 on: 14 November 2021, 17:06:30 »
150 kg?  ???

That is indeed one BIG girl!  :o

For comparison, Brian Shaw (4 times World Strongest Man) is 6' 8" (203 cm), and runs around 190-200 kg these days.

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Re: War is a grave.
« Reply #29 on: 14 November 2021, 17:25:47 »
150 kg?  ???

That is indeed one BIG girl!  :o

For comparison, Brian Shaw (4 times World Strongest Man) is 6' 8" (203 cm), and runs around 190-200 kg these days.

To translate that into American?  About 330lbs, or she'd be slightly larger/heavier than the average NFL Offensive Linesman or Defensive Tackle, the two largest player positions on the team.