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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #600 on: 11 September 2024, 00:25:54 »
We can also hope Claudius bungles the second attempt to the point it gets discovered by LIC.
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #601 on: 11 September 2024, 12:19:24 »
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #602 on: 17 September 2024, 09:01:47 »
Part LXV - Section 1 of 2

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"If regular LRM's are sometimes practically, 'To whom it may concern' in a big confused firefight when everyone is running around like crazy and shooting in all directions, one advantage of Semi-Guided LRM's is that they maintain their '****** that guy in particular' capability, even if he's doing a hundred kph and using his jumpjets. Watching a salvo of the things all simultaneously bank in mid air like a flock of birds because the mech they were fired at has relocated since they were launched is just downright spooky at first, but it sure is satisfying watching them go on to hit a moving target, assuming that you're not the target."

Col. Jimmy McEvedy-Jones, Marching through Lesnovo, Niops Free Press, 2905

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Capital City – Niops Association (Niops VII) – 2845

"Nah, to be honest I think she was happy at the prospect of not having me underfoot at home all the time" Franklin Hallis replied to Admiral Bremman's query as to whether his wife was annoyed at him returning from his post-deployment extended leave a few days earlier than planned. "When I first got back I was a novelty, but I guess she got used to not having me around all that time getting in the way" he added, grinning.

"What did your kids think about it?" Brigadier-General Nellis asked.

"Pretty much the same, really happy to have me back at first but eventually I was the guy sitting on the couch in front of the holovid watching the news and stopping Judith playing her video games on it instead" Hallis told him. "I think I mostly just confused Zach by being around, he wasn't really very old when I set off and he's an actual kid now. I'm just grateful that Barb made sure to show him my picture regularly, as well as one of me and Frederick together, because otherwise he'd have been really bewildered when we walked in the door together."

"Yeah, in a few more years you'll look like identical twins" Bremman replied. "And eventually I guess he'll look like your father."

Hallis sighed. "Not looking forward to that, maybe outliving him I mean" he admitted. "Though I'm kinda hoping he loses his hair first because that would be hilarious" he added, grinning again. "My dad lost his so it's definitely on the cards."

General Romanov looked up from her noteputer. "Honestly, I thought you'd spend your entire leave in the sack making up for lost time with the missus" she told him, deadpan. "All those months in space not doing enough exercise wreck your cardiovascular fitness did it?"

Hallis thought up a few replies and eventually went for the one that would bite back the hardest. "Maybe I'm just getting old" he responded as Bremman and Nellis tried not to laugh.

"You're not old, I'm old enough to be your ****** mom" Romanov replied indignantly. It wasn't like he was one of those mayflies that were lucky to reach a hundred, Hallis had received the same gene-therapy as a kid as she had, though admittedly decades later.

"Those two statements are not actually mutually exclusive Ma'am" Hallis replied sweetly.

Jenna Romanov narrowed her eyes at him. "I didn't miss you either" she said eventually, lousy kids got no respect, she thought to herself bitterly. "Anyhow, welcome back to work and don't go thinking that being away so long beating up on the Von Strang's and brutalising some pirates means that I'm going to cut you any slack. I expect you to be back up to speed with everything going on as of yesterday and if you can't hit the ground running then I'm going to want to know the reason why."

"Yep, it's damn good to be back alright" Hallis remarked, smiling at his commanding officer.

Thanks to HPG communication the news of the success of the operation had gotten back to Niops months ahead of the 'returning heroes', as local media called them, although of course some of the news that made its way back hadn't been good for everyone. Casualties overall had been light, in particular the number of SLDF troops killed in action had been minimal and close to the figure predicted by the most optimistic projections, but minimal did not mean zero and to her credit General Romanov had visited the families of each soldier that had died to deliver the bad news personally when the notification Hallis had dispatched from the Apollo HPG arrived.

Bringing back the honoured dead for burial on Niops VII Franklin Hallis had then joined Romanov in attending each funeral as they were laid to rest, offering what words of comfort he could as the families of the bereaved were told of their bravery and loyal service. As ever, the words rang hollow to some, although his mention that the DNA of the fallen would get a chance to live on in future generations of Ironborn was usually welcomed by those of the Wolverine persuasion to whom he was still the Khan who had delivered them from bondage and genocide, 'Mechwarrior Moses' as Barbara sometimes called him wryly.

Hallis himself was more self-effacing than that always pointing out that he was only really following the instructions left to him by Khan McEvedy who was the one that really deserved the credit.

As for the funerals, making sure the honoured dead were all deep in the ground before the victory parade the government wanted to hold took place was only right, even if the families had already had months by this point to adjust to the loss and mourn their loved one.

The parade through the capital past cheering crowds had been considerably more ostentatious and showier than Hallis would have liked, and the part towards the end where captured Rim Worlds Republic and Amaris Empire flags were thrown on the ground in front of him to walk across as he approached the High Associator to hand him the signed document of Karl Von Strang's surrender had seemed faintly ridiculous. At least Trish had fun repeatedly whispering 'Remember Khan, thou art mortal' in his ear at every opportunity until he threatened to dismiss her as saKhan and give the job to Jax Benedict.

Benedict himself seemed to enjoy his own part in the parade, leading the contingent who had boarded the shipyard at Star's End and getting to field questions from the press afterwards. Showing off the big scar on his right arm where some pirate on the station had slashed him with a machete, the colonel wasn't really the greatest natural storyteller, but the brief firefight followed by some brutal hand-to-hand against some recalcitrant buccaneers unwilling to hand over some specialist equipment had raised his profile nicely.

Hallis had warned Benedict not to describe in as a graphic detail to the journalists as he had in his written report on the incident on what precisely happened to the head of the pirate that attacked him with the machete after he put the muzzle of his automatic combat-shotgun against it and pulled the trigger, but the sanitised version was still pretty gruesome. Not that pirate-slaver scum were going to elicit much sympathy for getting their skull and brains splattered all over a bulkhead.

Frankly they should have realised that the SLDF people were looking for an excuse to kill them and not given them a good one. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the vast majority of the Belt Pirates of Star's End knew when to pick their battles and meekly stood aside while Benedict got on with his work. In the end the biggest headache proved to be logistical, handling the seventeen thousand or so slaves liberated from the system and getting them to Icar along with their meagre possessions took a lot longer than 'requisitioning' a few hundred tons of valuable shipyard equipment did.

None of the loot from Star's End, not that calling it 'loot' was encouraged, would be needed for the pressurised shipyard under construction, Camelot Command having provided everything needed for that, but some of the equipment might find its way into the second yard planned for later, the one that would be primarily geared towards civilian jumpship production.

The warship yard itself, tentatively being referred to as the Arsenale Nuovo because flaunting the depth of your education on Niops was the done thing even if it happened to be in the humanities not the sciences, was bigger and nonetheless pardoxically much smaller than Camelot Command had been. Bigger in the sense that, unlike the one at Camelot, the pressurised yard itself was large enough to fit any of the ships in the fleet inside, but smaller in that they didn't need to stuff the yard inside an asteroid also large enough to also hold a complete fleet base as well.

The asteroid holding the Arsenale Nuovo wouldn't rotate to create artificial gravity either, but in a system compact enough that you could just catch a dropship back to Niops VII for the weekend dealing with the long-term effects of freefall on the human body was much less of an issue for the personnel working there than it would have been at Camelot.

An ovoid metallic asteroid several kilometres across on the long axis, at least the material dug, or occasionally blasted out to make space for the yard wasn't wasted as it was hauled off to one of the orbital foundries to be turned into useful products. Some of the yard itself was actually made of iron torn out of its heart and turned into steel pressure bulkheads, although a lot of the metal had been imported from the Illyrian Palatinate years before, back in the days when Niops was still in the process of expanding its own industries and the shipyard's construction hadn't been delayed yet.

Talking of metal, the head of the bronze statue of Stefan Amaris that was torn down and cut into pieces for hauling back to Niops now rested on a plinth in the city museum. The rest of the thing was intended to be melted down piece by piece to make medals from as required, a final act of the SLDF counting coup over the bastard.

Jenna Romanov checked the time. "Okay I'll start with the latest update coming out of the Skunkworks" she said, looking briefly down at her noteputer again. "They say it'll be a miracle if they can get Project Hittile to the stage that we'll have a production model of the new Starfire-based Follow-the-Leader LRM coming off the assembly lines within twenty years" she announced. "Even after they figure it out completely in technical terms we'll need to create a whole new sector of the electronics industry almost entirely from scratch to make the required microchips"

"Damn" Nellis responded glumly. "I can't say I really expected them to get it to work but I was certainly hoping" he said. "Did they provide an explanation dumbed down enough for me to understand what the problem is exactly?"

"Something to do with the chips in the Starfire using copper instead of aluminium somehow" Romanov replied. "If you really want to know the details you'll have to talk to one of the engineers, but from what I can make out it allows you to make them a lot smaller. The problem is we've only got the Starfires themselves, not the machinery used to make them, so we're starting from scratch having to invent, or rather reinvent, a whole new manufacturing process in order to replicate the wretched things."

"Sounds like it could end up an expensive boondoggle of a project to me then" Bremman observed. "Should we really be pouring funds into it that could be better employed elsewhere?"

"If by 'we' you mean the military then no, we can get a better bang for our buck much faster putting our money into other things, but in the broader sense these new chips could completely revolutionise computing" Romanov told him. "It might have been hyperbole, but the engineer I talked to was talking about a computer with the processing power of a Caspar AI that could fit on your desk" she continued. "If the civilian government want to put in the funds needed to develop that kind of technology themselves then I say good luck to them. I do fancy the idea of having a noteputer with enough processing horsepower to run a 3D battlemech simulator" she joked before becoming serious again. "It's not all bad news from the rocketeers at the Skunk Works though, they think they can provide us with something useful before you infants have to retire from the service, maybe even before I do."

"They got the new model Arrow IV to work?" Hallis asked hopefully, the current Star League era version had done sterling work on Von Strang's World and he knew they were working hard on a longer-ranged version when he set out the previous year. Dan Hammerick, long a proponent of bringing 'even more arty to the party', unsurprising given that he was a gunner, argued that the best bang for your buck for the SLDF in terms of new equipment would be setting up a production line for more Vali launched vehicles rather than tanks or mechs and the man's argument certainly held up to scrutiny. Even if the new model Arrow IV launchers and missiles might be too high-tech, not to mention too secret, to produce outside of Niops the vehicles themselves could be made on Alphard where labour was cheaper, or maybe even on Comstock which was also trying to develop its industrial sector.

If they did start producing new Vali launch vehicles there was one change to the original design of the vehicle itself that Hammerick strongly recommended, one that most everyone would agree with. The Vali was too damn slow, too slow to keep up with the Thor SPG's it usually operated with, although that could be readily solved by swapping out its ICE powerplant for a more powerful fuel-cell engine. That would raise the manufacturing cost per unit, but it would be well worth it in terms of capability and still be a lot cheaper than blowing the budget on fusion engines for everything.

A fuel-cell powered Vali chassis that fast with its all-terrain eight-wheel-drive might make a good basis for a useful future APC or even AIFV too, and if you could argue simplified logistics and cost-savings from long production runs it was easier to get the bean-counters at the treasury to sign off on spending.

"Well yes, but that's not what I meant, although it is related to that" Romanov responded confusingly. "Most of their efforts towards getting more range was based around lighter alloys and replacing the original rocket motors with ones based on those of the Improved SRM, but they also looked into making the guidance system lighter at the same time, even saving a few kilograms would help, but while messing about with the seeker head they realised they could make a smaller, less capable but still functional budget version they could stuff into an LRM."

Hallis raised his eyebrows. "TAG LRM's?" he said in surprise.

"Not exactly the fire-and-forget missiles of our dreams, but if you illuminate the target they'd kamikaze themselves straight into whatever was being painted like a swarm of mini Arrow IV's" Romanov told him. "Should work just as well on moving targets as stationary ones, just as long as you keep the TAG focused on the target anyway, but the real party piece would be having someone else paint the enemy mech while you indirect-fired the things from behind cover. They want to call them 'Semi-Guided' LRM's to differentiate then from a future Starfire-enhanced Follow-The-Leader system which would be actual self-guided munitions."

"Did anyone else already call that 'Tactical TAG Teaming' because if not I want credit" Nellis said quickly.

Hallis blinked. "A Dervish using those things would be a freaking nightmare if you paired it up with another mech, say a Wolverine II, mounting a TAG" he declared, running scenarios in his head. "Use the jump-jets to exploit cover and you could make the lives of enemy scouts relying on their speed utterly miserable for a start."

"Why a Wolverine II in particular?"

"It's a command mech with the same top speed and jump range as the Dervish so they'd operate well together as a team, and also my mind just automatically defaults to Wolverine" Hallis admitted with a chuckle, only half-in-jest. "More seriously, we were already looking to upgrading the ones we had, and with the replacement weapons and armour being lighter and more compact we'll easily find the mass and internal space to fit a TAG in there too."

"It's certainly a thought, although the team looking into it was thinking more in terms of it being a Winged Hussar doing the tagging for the Semi-Guided LRM's, like they will for the Arrow IV's, but having a medium lance able to TAG for itself would certainly be useful" Romanov concurred. "On that topic, the next generation Guardian and Beagle needed for the HSR-265 model aren't proving as tricky to develop as they feared it might be last year. Reducing the weight of both by half-a-ton or so does now look feasible so we won't have to sacrifice any current capability from the Winged Hussar to hang a TAG module on there as well."

"That's good" Hallis replied. "I'd hate to have to lose either the flamer or the machine-guns, the older HSR-250's we used against Von Strang did good work. A first-rate scout mech that can also deal with infantry as well is a real boon, the original Hussar was too much of a one-trick pony."

"The ones you unloaded on the militia once you got something better you mean" Nellis wryly observed.
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« Reply #603 on: 17 September 2024, 09:03:44 »
Part LXV - Section 2 of 2

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Romanov laughed. "You've got to be the only planetary militia in the galaxy that actually complains when someone hands them a bunch of SLDF Royals."

"Upgraded Royals, no less" Hallis concurred. "Second generation ER Large Lasers and more armour."

"Spoiled is what he is" Bremman piled in, grinning.

Nellis sighed. "All I'm saying is that you guys are getting your Super-Hussars, and awesome new missiles, and whatever, and all I get is your cast offs" he complained.

"The cast offs that make the Niops Association Militia the second-best equipped military this side of clan space you mean?" Romanov asked rhetorically.

"Tell you what, how about when you've finished re-fitting the next Stingray squadron that arrives from Westover you slide a few of your old Eagle heavies my way" Nellis suggested. "I know you're thinking about mothballing them because they're not great in atmo and you're all about air-support for ground troops."

"Not all of us" Bremman objected. "The fleet can always find a job for them in space."

"Only if you can get the pilots, you've already got more airframes than you have bodies to stick in the cockpit" Nellis pointed out. "By the time the Tax Break generation is available to recruit from you'll have F-90's coming out of your ears, even if Andurien Aerotech isn't exactly fulfilling delivery contracts as fast as you wanted."

"Eh, give the baby his bottle even if doesn't really need another feed" Hallis joked earning a nasty look from Nellis. Giving the other branches shit was a time-honoured tradition but that didn't mean it was always well received. For that matter if it was always taken in good humour it wouldn't be nearly as much fun.

"I'll remind you that there were some of my people with you fighting Von Strang, Franklin" Nellis noted, tone indicating he was being deadly serious right now. "Just like there were a few that fought alongside the SLDF on Algenib" he continued, now looking to Romanov who had commanded that earlier operation when they put the Blood Rain down. "NAM isn't a part-time pretend military like some planets have, that's why the Association survived perfectly well before you people turned up, pirates that jumped in never got to jump out again to tell anyone about us."

"Okay Craig, you've made your point" Hallis responded, holding up his hands. "For what it's worth Carmichael and your boys and girls with him acquitted themselves damn well considering he was the only one of them that had done it before for real, and that wasn't as a commanding officer" he continued, trying to placate the man. "Bolton and Tyson both said it was a tough fight at the end when Von Strang's regulars entered the fray and mentioned the NAM company doing good work as part of that in their after-action reports. Since they've both fought on the front lines when the Dracs and the FedSuns are throwing everything they have at each other I figure they've been in the shit enough to be a good judge of soldiering, so nobody is belittling your people, believe me."

Nellis crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Just keep in mind that one day you might find it useful for the NAM to safely handle the defence of this system without any help" he suggested. "Eventually you'll have enough troops to use all your equipment, and the starlift available to move them, and being able to do so when you need to because my people have your backs will be a comfort."

"Yeah, I guess, but I'm not sure when that'll be because who knows when Jacob there's going to get all the dropships he wants" Hallis responded before turning to the man himself. "Incidentally the mercs were all impressed with the CargoMaster, Johnson even asked if it might be possible to buy one or two of them from us, I told him our licensing agreement with Federated-Boeing said we couldn't sell to anyone else but he might try and see if we'll bend the rules."

"If it wasn't for those ****** telescopes I'd have another couple of them already plus even more of the CargoKing in service" Bremman complained. "I've run some numbers and you'd be amazed how much time and money they'll save us in running costs in the long term based on how well the first batch are doing running cargo from here to Alphard and back. Just the salaries saved by needing fewer dockworkers at either end is significant, not to mention the robots aren't unionised and don't object to working in the middle of the night if the ship happens to land when most people are asleep."

"Don't know about all that, but the CargoMaster was damn good at unloading ammo and supplies I'll say that" Hallis replied. "You can practically reverse an empty Vali up to the loading ramp and get the robots to re-fill the magazines for you as long as the guy holding the remote control isn't a complete klutz. I actually was going to run an idea past the Skunk Works if they could maybe give them full LoaderMech functionality."

"What, so when you run out of ammo in your Archer or whatever just run to the nearest CargoMaster and it'll top you up automatically?" Romanov asked, intrigued.

Hallis nodded. "Could be useful" he replied. "I mean you wouldn't usually have your dropships that close to the action but sometimes, when it all hits the fan and you're pinned down near the LZ, speeding up the turnaround of getting a mech that's run dry back into the fight could turn the tide" he suggested. "Ammo loadermechs like the Patron were basically invented to do the same thing, a mech not actually in the fight because it's stood idle waiting for a forklift to bring it a crate of LRM's isn't contributing. You don't always have a spare J-27 around to help you out."

"The other thing that works for you there is that the CargoMaster has a hell of a lot more firepower than your average cargo-hauler and thinking about it now I'm wondering if we could maybe add a few tons of those new Semi-Guided LRMs to her ammunition loadout as well as that of the new Grant when we get them" Bremman suggested. "Mount a TAG or two as well so they can paint targets for themselves if necessary."

"No matter what they cost to fire off those Semi-Guided LRM's have got to be a bargain compared to having a dropship shot up" Hallis agreed. "How goes it with the Grant anyway?"

"The design is finalised, it's basically just a slightly upgraded Lee with the Arrow IV launchers fully integrated unlike on the one we kludged together for your command dropship, but we need cargo haulers more, especially civilian ones, so the CargoKing takes precedence for production. Not that we're turning them out as fast as we could, or should. ****** telescopes" he muttered darkly again.

"I swear Jacob, when Murray first ordered those put into production you looked like you were about this close to pulling a James McKenna, placing a battleship in orbit and blowing up islands until he changed his mind" Romanov said, laughing. Holding her thumb and index finger about a centimetre apart.

"It's a good job for all of you that making myself Director-General at gunpoint would involve dealing with so much politics I know I'd hate it, even if I got to make as many dropships and warships as I wanted" Bremman replied, shaking his head sadly. "Looks like even when the shipyard is finished I'll have to delay re-fitting Michigan, I already knew we've put so many miles on the three Tramps putting them through a full overhaul was necessary, along with a couple of the Star Lords, but now we've got a Monolith with a K-F drive that's starting to act glitchy as well. It's a good thing you brought back that extra Invader with you Franklin or we'd have to start thinking about not planting a flag on Addhara in the next couple of years even if it looks like it's mineral rich."

The part that really grated on Bremman was that according to the opinion polls High Associator Murray was nearly certain to be re-elected in the upcoming ballot. Incumbent advantage, along with minimal unemployment, rising wages and the feel-good factor of giving Karl Von Strang and his Amaris-loyalist lackeys a shellacking made it almost guaranteed that resources would continue to be directed towards scientific projects not the military.

"I thought having the repair bays on the Olympus stations running was going to solve our transportation issues?" Nellis queried.

Bremman shook his head. "Even though we made sure to build them with bays large enough to cope with an Invader, so we can keep those running easily enough, we've become reliant on the larger jumpships to be able to cope with the sheer level of demand for moving people and cargo. We're basically a victim of our own success, immigration and economic growth are so high I'm having to go ahead with that idea of bringing that old Leviathan back into service to run cargo between here and Alphard so I can free up the ships we've currently got on that route to running out of Islington and Kepler instead. The K-F drive on the Leviathan looks functional enough according to the engineers I had take a look at her, but I'm still going to want to jump her from the Zenith to the Nadir a couple of times with a skeleton crew aboard to make sure before we put her to work."

"Kepler you said? Why? I thought we were years away from beginning to tap all that oil"

"Light industry taking off on Copernicus is massively increasing demand for specialty plastics that we're currently having to import from the Free Worlds League, so because of that the Department for Trade and Industry is pushing for domestic production instead" Bremman explained. "That means they're up my ass to provide the shipping needed to build and operate a petrochemical industry on Kepler. They're already trying to recruit some drilling and refining experts from Tamarind hoping that they find some willing to emigrate."

"Tamarind?"

"Nine jumps from here in the Free Worlds League, industrialised world with substantial oil deposits under the deserts there, although most of the planet isn't nearly as arid as Kepler so the population is in the billions and the economy is diversified, not just resource extraction" Bremman replied. "To be honest I'd only heard of the place myself because there's also a shipyard there that produces Invader jumpships."

Romanov looked at them all askance. "Philistines" she berated them. "Some of the best artists in the whole Inner Sphere live on Tamarind, or at least they used to back in the good old days."

"I don't know much about art Ma'am" Hallis told her. "Not even to the point I know what I like. When it comes to décor and such mostly my wife handles that sort of thing."

"Way I heard it, you've had someone else handling your thing recently" Nellis responded, smirking.

"Grow up Craig" Bremman told him.

"Jesus Christ!" Hallis exclaimed. "How far did that stupid rumour spread?" he asked rhetorically. "For the record, just because that girl threw herself at me, and I use the word 'girl' accurately because she's barely into her twenties and young enough to be my granddaughter, it doesn't mean that I…"

"Caught her?" Romanov interjected, chuckling.

"She just got the wrong end of the stick is all" Hallis tried to explain. "It was suggested that she wouldn't be safe on Erin, or Paran, or even in the Lyran Commonwealth because people with a beef with Karl Von Strang might try and seek revenge on his mistress, in lieu of him or his actual family not being available, so I offered to transport her and her own immediate family back here to settle on one of our colonies. For some reason she got it into her head that I wanted to celebrate beating Von Strang by taking his mistress for myself as a trophy."

"How did she get that idea?"

"I guess it's just the kind of stuff that happens out there" Hallis replied, shrugging. "The whole region is piracy and slavery central, counting coup on your enemy by taking his woman for your own is an actual thing. It's not like she had much choice in the matter when Von Strang decided to make her his mistress either" he continued, before suddenly grinning. "If it hadn't been so damn awkward it would have been funny, especially the time when she tried to look sultry and seductive while the ship was charging her drive a couple of jumps out from Erin. The girl had no experience with freefall so the pose she was striking just looked ridiculous. For one thing long hair might look great hanging down over a girl's shoulders but sticking out in all directions it makes them look more like a feather duster."

Part of the problem was that excessively long journeys like the one back to Niops were just monotonous, tedious and frankly boring as hell. There were only so many old movies you could watch to try and keep yourself entertained so people sought out some distracting gossip and intrigue wherever they could and would blow the story up out of all proportion just to liven things up a little. Karl Von Strang's gorgeous mistress making an obvious play for the CO, who was the Khan no less making it all even spicier for those of a Wolverine persuasion, was simply grist for the rumour mill.

In truth there was nothing to it whatsoever, which didn't mean that Hallis didn't tell his wife all about it as soon as he got home, mostly because he had to before Frederick made jokes about it in front of her. Fortunately Barbara believed him, which didn't stop her using it against him later of course because if life gives you ammunition to use against your husband, why let it rot in the Brian cache?

"So, was she disappointed or relieved when you managed to get the message across you didn't have lascivious designs upon her?" Nellis wanted to know.

"Relieved, not that she necessarily believed me at first" Hallis replied. "I mean, she's a good-looking girl, Von Strang basically had his pick of the lower classes for a bed-mate, so she might have had the notion she was as hot as it gets and hence irresistible."

Bremman smiled. "As hot as it gets on a planet with the combined population of a not particularly large town you mean" he said. "It's like Helen of Troy, she might have been the most beautiful woman in all the Greek world circa 1300BC but in population terms that's like being the prettiest girl in any city in the Inner Sphere, as in Helen might have been able to make it as a famous supermodel these days but probably not."

"You've clearly spent far too much time thinking about that" Romanov told him.

"Yeah well, everyone's always about the Trojan Horse, and Achilles fighting Hector, but nobody thinks about the demographics, or the logistics and economics for that matter" Bremman replied. "Sending a fleet of a thousand ships is a hell of a complex and expensive undertaking, nobody is going to do that just to get back some chick no matter how hot she is, but when you see where Troy is on the map and realise that they controlled the sea-trade coming in and out of the Black Sea and would have been taking a cut of the profits the Greeks looking for a casus belli to stomp them makes a lot more sense. It's all about the Newtons, or rather the drachmae" he said before turning back to Hallis. "You know you wouldn't exactly be the only guy in his late sixties looking to get a girl in her early twenties in the sack, and most of them didn't get the anti-agathics as a kid so she was probably right to be suspicious" he told him. "So did the Baroness Von Strang think you had designs on her too?" he asked curiously.

"If she did she didn't let on, most of my dealings with the woman involved trying to get her to control her sister-in-law who spent most of the journey either trying to maim people or else vamping them" Hallis told them, grimacing.

Romanov chuckled again. "Vamping? Not literally I hope?"

"Metaphorically, in that the Von Strang's aren't really vampires, although she did bite, or attempt to bite, several people when she wasn't trying to seduce them" Hallis replied. "She frightened the life out of poor Dave Robertson. We're well rid of her and the rest of that family, how the heck did we get Humphreys to agree to take them in?"

"As a fellow aristocrat, the only one we've really got in the Hegemony, he felt that noblesse oblige applied" Romanov explained. "Allowing them to go into exile on Islington also gives him the opportunity to raise his profile, he's been looking for the chance to become more of a player on the interstellar scene recently. He Offered to use his family contacts within the Free Worlds League to further improve relations and arrange new trade deals, although given how tense things always are between the Duchy of Andurien and Atreus I'm not sure if being seen as aligned to House Humphreys does us many favours with the Marik's" she continued, frowning. "So what happened with the mistress anyway?" she asked, not being averse to some decent gossip herself.

"In the end I found a way to get her off the ship I was on, transferred her and her folks over to Colonel Bolton's instead" Hallis told her. "Turns out that before she caught Von Strang's eye she had a job grading diamonds so I sort of pushed her towards Sam Tyson who was riding with the Rangers."

"Because Tyson would be heading back to his regular job on Galileo and he knows a lot of people in the diamond business who might find her work" Romanov correctly surmised.

"Yeah, he knows a lot about diamonds himself actually, guess it's just something you pick on by osmosis on Galileo or something, he helped us sort through the loot we took from Von Strang" Hallis replied. "I know it was in my written report anyway, but just to reiterate the point Tyson and his people are good, really good, I know he only had the one lance with him, and probably brought his best, but honestly they're wasted guarding a hole in the ground" he opined. "Bolton's Rangers too, although they'll need some time to reconstitute themselves, I gave them pick of the salvage to make up for the mechs they lost but they lost some good mechwarriors too that'll need replacing."

"Didn't try to hire some of Von Strang's people?" Nellis asked.

"The Guard Division, Von Strang's professionals, were all hard-core Amaris supporters. Dan Bolton and his people wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire" Hallis responded flatly. "Despite the people he lost Bolton still said it was the best job he ever had, good guys against the bad guys, no shades of grey."

"One benefit from the mercenaries basing themselves out of the Hegemony in the long term is that they'll likely recruit from among our citizens" Romanov suggested. "There's plenty of youngsters out there that are looking for the chance to get their hands on a battlemech, or fly an aerospace fighter, but aren't eligible to join their planetary militia because they're not a third generation native. They'll still identify as being from the Niops Hegemony though, which will strengthen our cultural ties with the Troublemakers, Rangers and Blackhearts."

"As long as we're the only game in town for them to get ferro-fibrous and double-heat-sinks I think we can guarantee the mercs ain't going nowhere" Hallis stated confidently. "They might still take short-term contracts with other people, thanks to having the best gear of any mercenary regiments in the Inner Sphere they'll be in high demand, but they'll soon start thinking of the Hegemony as home."

"They're SLDF, so the Niops Hegemony is their home" Romanov declared with conviction. "The last bastion of civilisation and freedom."

"And less radioactive than a lot of the original Hegemony" Nellis quipped. "You know, I won't be around to see it, maybe even Franklin won't even though he'll likely outlive the rest of us, but one day Niops is going to start thinking that we can throw ComStar out on its ass, raise the Cameron star over Terra and push the Great Houses back to their original borders."

"Only if we stop making telescopes and start making warships" Bremman muttered.

"Your point Craig?" Romanov asked, ignoring the admiral.

"My point being that we'd better make sure that future generations don't start thinking that past performance is a guarantee of future outcomes, because if we ever tangle with one of the Successor States it won't be like beating up on Karl Von Strang" Nellis observed. "We can whup them a hundred times, just like they've been whupping themselves for decade after decade, and they'll still be there because they've got the manpower reserves to take the losses."

"Quantity has a quality all its own" Hallis agreed, nodding. "I can see Craig's point, you learn more from failure than success and pride comes before a fall, as they say."

Romanov thought about that. "So how exactly do you propose we mitigate against hubris?" she asked, mostly rhetorically.

"Dunno, get the Skunk Works to develop a Hubris Jammer? Conceit Countermeasures?" Nellis suggested, tongue firmly in cheek. "Hell, I'd wager they'd have a prototype working before we get the Starfire Mark 2500 into production" he joked.

"No bet, you'll be in the ground before I could collect" Hallis replied. "Although compared to developing a new fusion engine from the Steiner Stadium on Solaris a 'Hubris Jammer' doesn't seem that outlandish" he added, laughing.

"Oh yeah, right, you missed that while you were gone, Nathan Jones went through Farnstrom's notes and checked the math, he concluded that the thing might actually work" Romanov told him. "Engineering a working prototype is another matter though, and most of our people are far too busy on other projects right now to look into it, but apparently it's not nearly as nutty an idea as it sounds."

Franklin Hallis blinked and then stared at her looking for obvious signs she was yanking his chain. "You're shitting me?" he said eventually.


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Note from the Author:

In canon Semi-Guided LRM's were developed by the Free Worlds League in the 3050s but they're a technology that the Clans could have likely developed themselves far, far earlier and might have if they didn't have the stench of artillery about them (even after they came out the Clans didn't copy them). Utilising a TAG system like the Arrow IV, the Semi-Guided LRM locks onto a target that someone has painted (not necessarily the machine that launches them) and isn't nearly as likely to miss a moving target (they're a lot more expensive than regular LRM's though). Given that Niops is fond of the Arrow IV, and isn't following the same techical development path as the Clans, they're getting them two hundred years earlier than in canon.

Much like the Semi-Guided LRM the Light Fusion Engine could have been developed long before it actually was.

Battletech is often referred to as 'The future of the 1980's' and that is certainly true of microelectronics where twenty-first century and later computing lags behind our own timeline in terms of minaturisation. They eventually ended up with some very fast optical computers (hence AI's like the Caspars) but not small, really compact ones (the noteputer isn't even as good as our own Smart Phones). Now, I'm certainly not the first person to use this fanon explanation, but if they never made the transition to Copper Interconnects in chip design in the 1990's that might explain it somewhat. The Starfire Mark 2500 Headhunter using a revolutionary new kind of chip design that the Star League came up with in its final days (this being based on using copper instead of aluminum interconnects) is all me though!

Islington is a barony, the only system in the Niops Hegemony to have an aristocracy of its own (although it's a constitutional monarchy with an elected government really running things). House Humphreys of Islington is a cadet branch of House Humphreys of Andurien, distant cousins of the Duke of Andurien in the Free Worlds League.
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #604 on: 17 September 2024, 09:54:25 »
Since they have access to some clan materials, it probably won't be too far-fetched for them to further refine the light engine to... the clan light engine - takes up only one slot in each torso!

Non-canon, of course, but it does make sense.

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #605 on: 17 September 2024, 19:18:39 »
To retain full clanner superiority though, the mere two extra crits should be packed into the CT vice the sides... ;)

Aside from that, awesome updates as always!  I'm still waiting for Niops to boot ComStar out of the FWL, though... ;D

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #606 on: 17 September 2024, 21:02:33 »
Nice updates.

Have they forgotten or forsaken the MOC? That is nothing but easy money in jumpship, battlemech, and hpg sales
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #607 on: 18 September 2024, 13:46:28 »
Nice updates.

Have they forgotten or forsaken the MOC? That is nothing but easy money in jumpship, battlemech, and hpg sales
The MoC might be very interested in both biological/medical science trades and hiring Niops mercs... The first is obvious, the second is kind of logical - well-trained and -equipped troops that would have a very strong incentive not to make any scenes.

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #608 on: 18 September 2024, 13:52:32 »
Problem his - MoC is poor.

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #609 on: 18 September 2024, 18:35:28 »
And they're that poor thanks to the Mariks next door... ;)

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #610 on: 20 September 2024, 03:19:34 »
Since they have access to some clan materials, it probably won't be too far-fetched for them to further refine the light engine to... the clan light engine - takes up only one slot in each torso!

To retain full clanner superiority though, the mere two extra crits should be packed into the CT vice the sides... ;)

What they'll actually do eventually is further refine the EDLFE (Energy Damped Light Fusion Engine) into something the mass and volume of the clan XLFE but which works on a different principle.

If you already had access to the clan XLFE it's just not something you'd bother to do, but Niops doesn't so they're following a different path of technological development.

The Niops DHS works differently than the clan one too (although it's the same size and weight) which will eventually lead to a one-crit, half-ton HS (that can be used with the DHS if you want to mix them up on the same machine).


Also, quick map for you all.

 


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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #611 on: 20 September 2024, 04:38:07 »
Hmmm... Sarna doesn't have their data quite right, but I'm not sure Paulinius is part of the Lothian League that early.  My sense was always that it was taken in the course of defeating the raiding party in 2933 (which hopefully won't happen with Niops in the neighborhood).

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #612 on: 20 September 2024, 05:13:00 »
Hmmm... Sarna doesn't have their data quite right, but I'm not sure Paulinius is part of the Lothian League that early.  My sense was always that it was taken in the course of defeating the raiding party in 2933 (which hopefully won't happen with Niops in the neighborhood).

The maps in both the First Succession War (map dated 2786) and Second Succession War (map dated 2830) sourcebooks show Paulinius as being part of the Lothian League so I went with that. My headcanon is that the system was claimed by the Lothian League a long time before they made much effort to settle it.
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #613 on: 20 September 2024, 05:25:24 »
Hmmm... so it is!  Sarna must not have incorporated those into its data set.

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Part LXVI - Section 1 of 2

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"The fact that House Humphreys not only managed to have one of its people appointed the first speaker of the Free Worlds League Parliament, but also the first speaker of the Niops Hegemony Senate, perhaps speaks a lot towards the advantage of name recognition and having cemented that name in history. A thousand years ago in the United States of America, well-established families boasted that their people arrived on the Mayflower, House Humphreys likes to remind others that their family left Terra on the Pathfinder."

Stephen J. Tran, Red Star Rising: A History of Niops 2800-2900 - Niops Press, 2915

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Gislandune Spaceport – Islington – 2845

With a population approaching a quarter-million Gislandune was the only real city on the planet, the other settlements being market towns or villages surrounded by the rolling fields that allowed the planets population to support itself despite a lack of interstellar traffic until now. Not that many years ago the arrival of any dropship at the spaceport just outside the capital would have brought hundreds, or even thousands of people out to take a look, Islington out in the periphery wasn't exactly a place many people had ever chosen to visit even before the fall of the Star League and the Succession Wars had drastically reduced interstellar trade, but these days it was only the unusual type of dropship itself that stirred any interest.

Other than one or two prototypes mostly gathering dust somewhere in the Federated Suns the only place you'd normally see a CargoKing was doing transport runs between Niops and Alphard, although supposedly they were expected to become considerably more common in the future, and the unusual look of the craft, as well as its reputation as a high-tech wonder was guaranteed to bring the dropship-spotters out in droves. If it had just been a Danais or a Mule only the most hardcore of enthusiasts would have been interested, even the arrival of an Overlord or Intruder wasn't that unusual these days what with both the small SLDF garrison and Bolton's Rangers both operating ships from the port, but a rare bird like the CargoKing was another matter entirely.

Reginald Humphreys, Baron of Islington was no dropship-spotter. As far as he was concerned they were a bunch of sad, lonely weirdos who were even nerdier than the people that painted model battlemechs, but stood beside his imported luxury hovercar he made sure to smile and wave at the ones gathered at the edge of the spaceport as they snapped photographs of the CargoKing as it came into land and gently set down on the pad.

A member of the nobility, or at least one actually worthy of bearing their title, was obligated to acknowledge those beneath them on the social ladder and also treat them with civility and politeness. It was a class thing, there were plenty of aristocrats across the Inner Sphere who looked down on the lower classes thinking themselves to be far superior but themselves had no real class whatsoever in Humphreys estimation.

If you didn't truly understand the principle of noblesse oblige and live and act according to its dictums then you were no noble at all, and most certainly no gentleman.

Standing even taller on its landing gear than one of the hulking Mule dropships nearby the CargoKing certainly made an impression, although Humphreys knew it was the advanced technology inside the craft which made it truly special. The Niops Association liked to flaunt just how advanced their industrial base was, and choosing to put these things into production was likely as much to do with that as it was the supposed long-term financial benefits of using more automation.

The SLDF 'Royals' that equipped their garrison on Islington was another part of that. Islington had its own militia, one that was better equipped than many periphery worlds could boast, but almost of their machines were aging 'bug mechs', Wasp, Locust and Stinger lights that dated from the Age of War, along with a few small Galleon tanks. Compared with the MAD-2R, BL-6b-KNT and CRD-2R heavies of the SLDF based not far from the capital the Islington militia was a trifle, in fact the only machine that came remotely close to competing for capability was his families own personal Orion, and that hadn't been updated since it rolled off a production line on Mars back when Ian Cameron was First Lord.

The strangest thing about Niops in Humphreys opinion wasn't their astronomy fixation, or even the occasionally secretive and evasive manner that was arguably just a reasonable reaction to the horrors of the Succession Wars, it was that despite the fact that with their military might they could have easily just turned up and force worlds to join their new Hegemony at gunpoint, instead they chose to negotiate and they weren't even particularly hard-nosed about the terms they wanted agreed.

The stargazing obsession was still pretty weird though. If it was true they were spending that much money and devoting that many resources into placing a massive orbital telescope in every system with an HPG station, then their priorities were seriously skewed from what they should have been in Humphreys opinion. The fact they were expected to re-elect the guy responsible for this project, and that neither their military nor their taxpayers had gone into revolt over it instead, was simply unfathomable.

A pundit invited to talk on a CNN discussion panel had gone so far as to describe it as a form of potlatch, a word he then had to explain as being the destruction of wealth and resources in order to boast of your wealth and shame your rivals.

Niops being a scientific research colony the potlatch took the form of throwing money at research with little or no practical application while other people were desperately trying to find ways to keep the fields irrigated and the lights on.

Another panellist disagreed, arguing in favour of the conspiracy theory that the telescopes were in fact orbital weapon platforms.

Given that the man in question also believed that a secret Cameron heir had been spirited away from Terra during the Amaris Coup, escaping the fate of the rest of their family on the still missing battlecruiser SLS Tripitz, and that the infamous 'Canada Tribe' were scouts for Aleksandr Kerensky who he expected to return 'any day now' with the Exodus fleet after twenty years of preparation to conquer the Inner Sphere, Humphreys personally found the 'potlatch' theory more persuasive.

As an aside it was quite interesting just how often the subject of Niops Association and what it was up to was mentioned by ComStar's news outlet, Humpreys considered, and not always in the glowing terms you might expect given some of the Association's recent actions. Beating up on pirates, liberating slaves and freely providing the designs for lostech water-purification and medical technology had certainly led to media in most places having a wholly positive view of Niops but to describe CNN's attitude towards them as more measured was a gross understatement.

Given that Niops could negotiate the end of the Succession Wars, reestablish the Star League, build a better mousetrap (or K-F drive), and end galactic hunger Comstar would still be pissed at the Association for breaking their HPG monopoly, CNN's negativity was hardly shocking though.

Sometime in the next few years one of those telescopes would be installed at Islington too, the largest impact of which to Humphreys mind would be the fact it would occasionally use up most of the available HPG bandwidth as it sent data back to Niops via the Islington Hyperpulse Generator station. That could potentially be annoying, although it wasn't like Islington had an HPG before the Niops Association turned up so complaining about it seemed churlish at best, especially given the fact that as part of the treaty that brought Islington into the Hegemony the HPG station paid local property taxes.

If he had been dealt a hand that included warships the baron doubted he would have been nearly as accommodating to the other side in the accession discussions that saw Islington join the Hegemony, but for the most part all the Niops Association required of its member worlds was for them to pay their taxes and not be tyrannical shitholes. In return for undertakings to allow free and fair elections, follow Terran Hegemony legal codes and societal norms, and cede your foreign and trade policies to Niops they would largely let you run your own domestic affairs, shower you with advanced tech and invest money to help you pump-prime your economy.

Just the tractors and agromechs starting to arrive from Alphard in increasing numbers was resulting in a booming agricultural sector on Islington, and the money flowing from that allowed the population to purchase an ever-widening array of consumer goods from Copernicus, Comstock and further afield they could have never afforded before. If not for Stefan Amaris Islington might have prospered like this decades ago thanks largely to its benign climate and rich soil, but with the Inner Sphere tearing itself apart the required foreign investment capital simply hadn't been available and House Humphreys of Islington lacked the personal wealth of their distant cousins on Andurien that would have been required to enable them to fund it all themselves.

It wasn't like stepping back and putting an elected government in the driving seat was as painful for Reginald Humphreys as it might have been for nobility from other parts of the Inner Sphere. When his ancestors had emigrated from the Free Worlds League out to the periphery they hadn't just brought their name and what meagre wealth and resources they had, they had brought their culture with them too and, for all their occasional disagreements with the Mariks, House Humphreys and the Duchy of Andurien had always been more comfortable with the more liberal politics of the Free Worlds League than they had the despotic Capellan police state next door.

After all, Reginald's forebear Richard Humphreys arguably deserved more credit for the Free Worlds League actually existing at all even than House Marik itself did, and he and his successors had always championed the independence of its parliament as the ultimate authority in the state rather than the Captain-General.

Peaceful diplomacy, 'jaw-jaw rather than war-war' was something that House Humphreys respected which was why Reginald was gratified when the first person that came down the dropship ramp when it was lowered was a familiar face. As soon as the engines on the CargoKing had powered down and clouds of dust weren't being kicked up everywhere the baron had jumped back in his car and had his chauffeur drive right up to the ship, getting out to greet whoever emerged when the big pressure doors slid open.

"Ambassador Jeffries" Reginald Humphreys greeted the man heading down the ramp.

"Baron Humphreys" Gareth Jeffries of the Niops Diplomatic Corps responded, smiling and offering a respectful bow in recognition of his title.

"First time I've seen you since we signed the treaty that brought Islington into the fold, at least in person, your picture appears in the press quite often however" Humphreys told him.

"Occupational hazard of being one of a mere handful of people on Niops whose academic background lends them to working in the diplomatic field, as opposed to mapping asteroid fields" Jeffries joked. "I think I'm listed in the High Associator's phonebook as 'Our only diplomat' which is an exaggeration but it sometimes feels like that" he said reaching out to shake hands which Humphreys did. "High Associator Murray wanted me to express his personal thanks, and that of the Niops Association, to yourself and Islington for agreeing to take in the exiles. We were honestly at something of a loss how to handle them" he admitted.

"Yes, I suppose your stringent immigration policy would cause a few problems, especially given that those affiliated with the Amaris Empire would be seen as even more of a security threat than everyone else" Humphreys replied.

"Oh, they were never going to be allowed to live on Niops, and the authorities on Comstock, Francas, Frobisher and McEvedy's Folly stated pretty plainly that they might get lynched in the street if they ended up there, so it was a teeny bit problematic to say the least" Jeffries replied.

"Indeed" Humphreys responded, nodding his understanding. Of all the systems in the new Niops Hegemony the ones that had been actual Terran Hegemony colonies to start with were the ones that despised the Amaris Empire and its supporters the most, not that anyone anywhere would say anything good about Stefan Amaris unless they wanted a punch in the mouth. Even people that didn't like House Cameron and the Star League would grudgingly admit that in their absence the Inner Sphere had gone all to hell.

Even the Taurians, who would have dearly loved the Terrans to just vanish off the face of the galaxy, wouldn't go so far as to speak approvingly of the literal billions upon billions of people that had died in the Succession Wars so far. Nobody really wants to sound like that much of a self-centred ****** unless they are one, and are too stupid or obnoxious to hide it.

The mention of McEvedy's Folly was unusual though, Humphreys considered, filing that away in his mind to ponder later. He had heard of the place of course, a Star League scientific research station like Niops itself, and Frobisher for that matter. His young granddaughter having been enthralled by the nature documentaries filmed there which NHCOMNET had broadcast, but having the world mentioned as if it were a Hegemony member system rather than a colonial possession like Al-Farghani was certainly new.

Maybe Jeffries himself had been the one that negotiated them joining officially? Presumably the people that ended up stranded there after the fall of the Star League had cobbled together a government raising them from the status of a mere vassal of the Niops Association.

They were Terrans of course, the McEvedy people, and even if there weren't very many of them simply being Terrans likely got them special dispensations, Humphreys surmised. Even before now people transferring from the immigration centre on Copernicus to settle on Islington had mentioned that those hailing from Comstock and Francas had seemingly bought up all the good land there before anyone else could, something which had already led him to conclude that they had benefited from being in the Terran club.

The Niops Association clearly wasn't the Terran Alliance reborn at least, it wasn't a 'you colonies out there only exist to serve our needs' system such as had existed before Admiral James McKenna had bashed a few heads together, but it was his Terran Hegemony reborn and that meant 'First Among Equals' was likely still part of their mindset, subconsciously or not.

Still, if you were willing to put up with what was, at worst, a little paternalistic condescension, then Niops would invest money and resources in your economy, give you access to advanced medical technology that meant Humphrey's beloved granddaughter might live another century-and-a-half, and they'd also kick the ever-loving crap out of anyone that so much as looked at you sideways, which for a periphery world that used to worry about pirate raids was a very big plus.
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Part LXVI - Section 2 of 2

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The Islington Militia was certainly looking forward to receiving its first company of Blackjack mediums, they were already training additional mechwarriors in preparation although they knew that worlds that had signed up to the Hegemony earlier would get theirs first. Not that Humphreys was worried about his planet being attacked these days anyway, not with the entire Inner Sphere knowing that Bolton's Rangers, recently returned from helping Niops pulverise the people that Humphreys himself was about to take in, was now based there.

On that topic, after Jeffries signalled to someone inside the dropship two women in expensive civilian clothes and a child appeared at the top of the ramp flanked by a pair of SLDF soldiers, both female themselves, and the group started to make their way down towards the baron and the diplomat.

"I trust our luggage will be collected and delivered to our new home?" the older of the two civilians asked one of the soldiers sniffily.

"We'll have someone drop it off" the soldier, a captain judging by their rank insignia, replied.

"After rifling through it, no doubt" the woman responded snidely.

"We took your whole planet, stealing what's in your suitcases as well would be a little petty don't you think?" the captain replied sardonically as the group arrived.

Jeffries cleared his throat to interrupt the back-and-forth. "Baron, may I present the Baroness Charlotte Von Strang, her son the Honourable Terens Von Strang, and the Lady Arabella Von Strang" he introduced them in turn.

Humphreys bowed. "Reginald Humphreys, Baron of Islington at your service, Baroness" he greeted her formally. "Lady Arabella, Terens" he went on to acknowledge the other two in turn.

"Baron Humphreys" Charlotte Von Strang responded with a curtsey and then when her sister-in-law failed to do likewise glared at her until she eventually did so as well, albeit reluctantly and with an expression on her face that put Humphreys in mind of a predator sizing up its next meal.

Forcing a smile as he fought down the urge to shudder, Humphreys bent down to now shake hands with the boy who must have been approaching his tenth birthday from the looks of him, roughly his granddaughter's age. "Good firm handshake you've got there Terens" he told the boy.

"Father told me that only Lyrans and other fops think that a dainty handshake makes them appear sophisticated and civilised instead of just limp-wristed and effeminate" the boy replied, seemingly unperturbed by his situation and circumstances.

"It's certainly a viewpoint" Humphreys responded noncommittally before turning to face the Baroness directly once more. "I must apologise to you all that my son Geoffrey isn't here to greet you as well as he's currently on Alphard being given a tour of a factory there" he explained the absence of his heir. "As for my other son James he should be here, although unfortunately alas I have yet to properly install in him the understanding that punctuality is the politeness of kings, or that the sports car I foolishly presented him with for his eighteeth birthday a few years back does not mean that he can always be running late and still make appointments on time" he added with a sigh.

"The finer points of etiquette often seem lost on the young" Charlotte Von Strang replied, accepting the apology with good grace.

Humphreys smiled. "I assume you were informed by the Niops authorities of the rules concerning your exile here on Islington, Baroness?" he asked her rhetorically. "For my part, while I'm obliged to keep to the Association's insistence that you and your family are to never leave the planet under penalty of arrest and confinement, you may live freely on Islington and I have apartments for you all to stay in at my family estate outside the capital" he informed them. "The only proviso to that arrangement is that you treat the servants here a little better than you may have back home, not merely for their benefit but because we don't have serfdom here on Islington, or slavery of course, and mistreatment of the staff might well result in an embarrassing court appearance or even potentially getting slapped back by an irate maid" he warned good-naturedly, even though the posited scenario was a distinct possibility.

People on Islington were citizens, not serfs, and since almost of them were from families originally from the Free Worlds League where people had never been property they would not react well to being treated as chattels as he feared the Von Strangs might out of habit. The Rim Worlds Republic had been founded on slavery after all, and just because the descendants of Hector Rowe had been somewhat more progressive than he was that kind of cultural legacy lingered. The reemergence of widespread slavery across those worlds of the former Republic that hadn't been annexed by the Lyrans in recent decades being in some ways a throwback to local tradition.

"How do you maintain proper order among you household servants then?" Terrens wanted to know, tone indicating that he thought such a system sounded like anarchy with the ill-disciplined peasant rabble free to do what they wished. Seeking at least an element of popular support for your rule clearly wasn't something that fit into the world view of House Von Strang like it was for the more progressive of noble houses.

"I pay them enough that they do what I ask them, within reason, and I don't abuse my position of authority" Humphreys replied, trying not to sound too much like he was admonishing the boy as he did so. It was important that this message sunk in or their time on Islington wouldn't go well, from what he had read and heard House Von Strang had ruled their own world by fear, not by inspiring the loyalty and earning the respect of the people, and as his eldest son and heir had, somewhat crudely put it when they discussed the matter just before he set off for Alphard, 'You need to let them know that shit won't fly here as soon as they arrive or it'll hit the fan… and then fly I suppose'.

Honestly, sending the boy to study at the Humphreys School of Warfare on Kanata at their cousin's invitation might have taught him what he needed to know to lead the militia, and offer an opportunity for him to see some more of the galaxy, but it had wreaked havoc with his manners and decorum. The instructors having all been hardened veterans of the First Succession War apparently had little time for politesse, and they clearly hadn't accorded him any special dispensation or privilege simply for being distantly related to either the man the academy was named for or their current duke.

"Sounds tedious and exhausting" Arabella Von Strang opined dismissively. "I see the press are here, I suppose we'll have to submit to being harangued by gutter journalists given that the lower-orders here haven't been taught to know their place" she added, looking off towards the edge of the spaceport.

Humphreys frowned and looked over in the same direction. "Oh no, that's not the press" he told her. "I called in a few personal favours with both the local media and NHCOMNET News and got them to agree to leave you all be until you'd had time to acclimate to your new lives on Islington. They're just dropship spotters who are far more interested in the ship you arrived on than they are you."

"Dropship spotters?" Charlotte Von Strang repeated in mystification.

"You know, like bird spotters, only they're interested in dropships not avian lifeforms" Humphreys explained. "Harmless oddballs really. You'll find them all over the Inner Sphere boring people with tales of how they once saw a custom-modified Trojan that had a PPC instead of a large laser, or a Mammoth that had five engine points like an Aqueduct instead of the usual four" he continued, expression indicating he couldn't much se the appeal. "It sometimes seems like we've got more than our fair share on Islington for some strange reason, but I actually know of a fairly senior member of the Free Worlds League parliament that does it as a hobby too" he said then laughed. "During our diplomatic negotiations with Niops they thought all those oddballs over there who always came to photograph their ships were spies, isn't that right Ambassador?" he asked the diplomat.

"To be fair it's just not a thing in the Niops Association, although I'm sure people on Islington would find our dynamic rap-battle scene culturally bizarre" Jeffries replied.

"What battle?" Terrens asked, confused.

"Rap, it's like a cross between singing and talking, and a rap battle is like a cross between a poetry-slam and a duel" the diplomat explained. "I used to be pretty good at it" he added immodestly. "Although that was usually after a few drinks, so I might not be the most unbiased or reliable of judges" he admitted. "Are you into the rap scene, Captain McEvedy?" he asked one of the soldiers.

The tall, and now Humphreys took a better look somewhat striking female officer shook her head. "Wasn't really something we did back home so not growing up with it I never saw the attraction" she replied with a shrug.

"The captain is one of those rarest of things, a Niops Association citizen born elsewhere" Jeffries explained. "I imagine you didn't do much dropship spotting back home either?" he asked. "Plenty of bird watching though" he joked, a line that she didn't seem to find all that funny judging by her expression.

"Only in the sense that if you didn't make sure to keep an eye out for Thunderbirds one might eat you" Captain McEvedy replied flatly.

Humphreys raised his eyebrows. "Captain McEvedy as in McEvedy's Folly?" he queried.

"Captain McEvedy as in McEvedy if you please, Baron Humphreys" the woman replied somewhat curtly. "It's not a folly if it worked out."

"So, being chased around by thirty-five ton carnivorous flightless birds was the plan was it?" Jeffries asked, amused.

"Mistakes were made along the way, even my great-grandfather would have conceded that I'm sure" the officer replied, sounding like she didn't necessarily fully believe what she was saying there. According to the nature documentaries about the place, which had occasionally hinted at the planet's history even if they mostly concentrated on the fauna, Alpheus McEvedy who had headed the Star League scientific colony there had, with serious understatement, somewhat overstepped the bounds of his remit when it came to genetic experimentation.

Of course, over on nearby Frobisher at the same time the resident Terran Hegemony scientists were apparently creating a whole new branch of humanity, at least according to NHCOMNET News which occasionally covered that story too, so the 'Island of Doctor Moreau' stuff wasn't confined to just one colony out in the wilderness.

Taking another look at the woman Humphreys idly wondered if Alpheus McEvedy might have meddled with the DNA of his own offspring because she really was quite the specimen. Clearly athletic in build as well as tall and really quite attractive.

Arabella Von Strang was really quite pretty too of course, but McEvedy didn't make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up like she did.

"On the way here the captain seemed to relish pointing out that there was still a planet named for her family but not ours" the woman herself interjected, turning to glare at McEvedy.

"No, I only enjoyed saying that" McEvedy responded, smirking. "I relished the time I got to punch you in the face because you wouldn't behave yourself."

Humphreys looked shocked, looking to Jeffries for an explanation of why the prisoners had been abused in such a manner.

The diplomat sighed. "In Captain McEvedy's defence, at the time the Lady Arabella was trying to stab someone that was serving her lunch with a fork" he explained which did rather put the incident in a different light.

"It was a plastic spork, not a fork" Arabella Von Strang corrected him, as if that made a huge difference, "and I wasn't trying to stab him so much as gouge out an eye" she continued, "Moreover, I continue to maintain that if someone had done that before then the scrambled eggs would not have been of such low quality" she added haughtily.

Humphreys blinked, apparently his instincts regarding her had been spot-on, although part of that was likely linked to the HPG from Niops that preceded their arrival and which described Arabella as 'completely mental'. The missive had also included the line, 'For the love of God, make sure she takes her medication' which now suddenly seemed rather less hyperbolic and exaggerated for effect.

His inquiry later that day as to why they hadn't put her on medication sooner being answered by 'Oh, she was already taking prescription meds at the time of the scrambled eggs incident, she was worse before then' was itself less than encouraging, though fortunately Baron Humphreys was well aware of how things worked in upper class circles and he adjusted accordingly. After all, only poor people were crazy, the ruling classes were referred to as 'eccentric' instead, with Arabella being euphemistically 'a feisty, somewhat eccentric and spirited young lady', or in other words, completely batshit insane.

"I didn't think you allowed immigration to Niops, even for other Terran citizens?" Humphreys queried decided to change the subject as he looked from Captain McEvedy to Jeffries.

"Exigent circumstances, if you're lacking in genetic engineers for your biosciences sector and you run across a couple of worlds with a surplus of them getting a work visa approved isn't such a chore" Jeffries explained.

"There was a girl from Frobisher in my school whose parents emigrated to Niops for the same reason" McEvedy remarked. "Big plus for me, it meant I wasn't the weird kid just because I wasn't Niops born."

Having seen some images of Homo Sapiens Amphibia Humphreys could well understand why. Even if their gills might usually be hidden by clothes, and the partially webbed hands weren't immediately obvious on cursory inspection, the bald heads and oversized eyes gave the them a distinctly 'uncanny valley' appearance.

Supposedly they were little different than regular people otherwise. Even the Star League's nuttier scientists shied away from messing with the genes effecting intelligence, personality and whatever, but the revelation of the Frobishers existing at all was almost certainly giving those of a luddite, or religious fundamentalist inclination, palpitations.

"Perhaps we should get going before it rains" Humphreys suggested looking up at the clouds after Jeffries dismissed the two SLDF soldiers who had saluted and then headed back up the ramp. "One of the downsides of Islington not being near as arid as many of the other inhabited worlds in the periphery" he added, smiling. "Baroness Islington, my good lady wife, has prepared a light meal for you all after which, weather permitting, I'll give you a tour of the estate. I'm sure you'll enjoy the gardens, they're quite extensive thanks to my father who fancied himself as a horticulturalist."

"I must say that your world did look quite lovely and verdant from orbit as we arrived" Charlotte Von Strang told him as the chauffeur emerged from the limousine and opened the rear passenger door.

"Despite the downside of having to keep an umbrella to hand, living on a planet with a Terra-like climate that doesn't lack for fresh water does have its pluses compared to the arid wastes you encounter in much of the periphery, though I believe Erin was better than most?"

"Von Strang's World, not Erin" the boy corrected him sharply.

"Manners Terrens, manners" his mother chastised the lad.

"According to the document your father signed in return for a guarantee of your safety it is indeed Erin" Gareth Jeffries noted.

"Signed under duress" Arabella responded dismissively.

"And there I was thinking that the Von Strang's approved of the principle that might makes right? Or does that hypocritically stop being the case when it's not your hand on the whip" Jeffries asked, amused.

"If my hand was on the whip, you wouldn't know whether to beg me to stop or plead with me not to" Arabella replied slyly, something distinctly feline about her whole demeanour as she said it.

"Not in front of Terrens, Arabella" Charlotte requested.

Arabella rolled her eyes. "So vanilla, just like my brother" she muttered.

Jeffries leaned into Humphrey's ear. "You have the Association's thanks and my personal condolences" he whispered. "If you change your mind about taking her off our hands we've always got an asylum or a germanium mine to stick her in instead."

Before they could start climbing into the limo a bright red sports car came hurtling across the spaceport, engine howling, and it screeched to a halt next to the limo as Humphreys groaned. "I've said it before and I'll say it again" he muttered to himself, "I should have taken the money I spent on the car and sent him to military school on Andurien instead" he said as his son James practically bounded out of the vehicle.

"Made it, just in time" James Humphreys said brightly. "Said I would, and did" he added, grinning.

Reginald Humphries sighed. "May I present my son, the Honourable James Humphreys" he introduced the young man.

"The spare, not the heir" James noted, still grinning.

"James, may I present the Baroness Charlotte Von Strang, the Honourable Terrens Von Strang and the Lady Arabella Von Strang" Humphreys introduced the party. "Ambassador Jeffries you already know."

"Nice to see you again Gareth" James said before offering Charlotte a bow and then turning his full attention to Arabella. "Charmed" he said, taking her hand and kissing it before then looking to the young boy. "Want to jump in the passenger seat Terrens?" he asked, indicating his sport car. "The ride back to the old family hovel will be more fun than the one in the limo, promise you."

"Can I mother?" Terrens asked quickly. It did look fun and to his joy she nodded her agreement.

"Don't I get offered a ride?" Arabella asked, pouting.

"It's only a two-seater I'm afraid" James replied apologetically. "Maybe later."

"Oh well, I suppose that'll have to do" Arabella replied. "Perhaps I could reciprocate and offer you a ride later too?" she suggested. "Unfortunately I had to leave my motorcycle and my horse back home, so I suppose we'll have to improvise" she said, using her sly tone from earlier again accompanied by a coy smile and a theatrical wink.

Watching his son's evidently positive reaction to being 'vamped' by a Von Strang, at least judging from his intrigued expression, Reginald Humphreys made a mental note to not only make sure that Arabella got her meds but to also slip some saltpetre in the boy's food if they were both going to be living under his roof at the same time.


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Note from the Author:

Given that House Humphreys really can boast that they left Terra on the TAS Pathfinder, later ended up ruling the Duchy of Andurien and helped to found the Free Worlds league they can probably be forgiven for regarding themselves as a cut above the average, It might only be a cadet branch but House Humphreys of Islington does benefit from serious name recognition. Reginald Humphreys, the current baron, is well liked and respected and genuinely believes in both noblesse oblige and that it's his job to try and make sure that his people prosper. He sent his heir, Geoffrey, to study at the Humphreys School of Warfare on Kanata but his 'spare', James, might have benefited more from it personally.

I can't imagine that Dropship Spotting isn't a thing in the Battletech universe in the same way that Train Spotting is, a niche hobby but there's more of them than you'd think. Other people spot birds as a pastime, something that would be a great deal more exciting and hazardous on McEvedy's Folly than in most places.

Other bloodnamed ironborn likely resent the fact that the McEvedy clan get to use their own names just because they can pretend to be descended from Alpheus McEvedy instead of James McEvedy (refuge in audacity as regards clan intelligence gathering).
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #616 on: 24 September 2024, 13:13:38 »
The Von Strangs will soon be a TV hit. "When Strange comes to Town" will be a the next big NIOPs reality show.
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #617 on: 24 September 2024, 17:53:40 »
That would be TOO funny! :D

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #618 on: 24 September 2024, 22:05:50 »
The Von Strangs will soon be a TV hit. "When Strange comes to Town" will be a the next big NIOPs reality show.

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #619 on: 24 September 2024, 23:16:00 »
The Von Strangs will soon be a TV hit. "When Strange comes to Town" will be a the next big NIOPs reality show.

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #620 on: 25 September 2024, 01:00:00 »
OK, the saltpeter reference went over my head, even in context.  Good chapter though.
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« Reply #621 on: 25 September 2024, 03:22:15 »
I understood that reference! :D

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #622 on: 25 September 2024, 03:31:25 »
Quoting Spike Milligan, the only way to keep a British soldier from getting ... frisky ... would be to load the saltpetre into an artillery shell, and dire at from the waist down.
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #623 on: 26 September 2024, 22:20:50 »
OK, the saltpeter reference went over my head, even in context.  Good chapter though.

Saltpeter was rumored to have an effect on male biology that will suppress certain urges.  It's an old wives tale that has been debunked, but it still makes the rounds frequently.

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #624 on: 29 September 2024, 13:36:33 »
Saltpeter was rumored to have an effect on male biology that will suppress certain urges.  It's an old wives tale that has been debunked, but it still makes the rounds frequently.
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Part LXVII - Section 1 of 2

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"When it was announced that one of the first McKenna class battleships to be completed by Blue Nose Clipperships would be named the SLS Thorin this oddly enough resulted in many complaints from politicians in the Thorin system itself. Krester's Ship Construction, who made the rival Texas class, operated a shipyard in Thorin and had wanted the name to be assigned to one of their own battleships.

Unfortunately for Krester's Ship Construction, someone had already told the then First Lord of the Star League Michael Cameron that the name Thorin in old Norse meant 'Thunder Warrior', and given the massed batteries of lightning-throwing Naval Particle Projector Cannon the McKenna class was known for he thought it was such an appropriate name for such a ship that he outright insisted upon the SLS Thorin being a McKenna and presided over the naming ceremony himself."


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SLS Yukon – Unnamed system between Comstock and Stettin – 2846

Captain Francis shook off the feeling of nausea and indescribable wrongness that accompanied every jump he had ever taken and, after thanking whatever deity might be responsible for his not suffering from Transit Disorientation Syndrome, he made sure that none of the rest of the bridge crew was suffering too badly either.

Even after hundreds of years of interstellar travel scientists had failed to pin down exactly why something deep down in the human subconscious reacted in the way it did to jumping from one point to another using a K-F drive. Most people simply went with the assumption that things, including of course people, were simply not meant to vanish from one location in the universe and then suddenly pop up in another, and that when they did the universe mildly freaked out about it for a while, freaking us out too as collateral damage.

Still, it was all worth it for the privilege of getting to command your own starship, a warship no less, and getting to jump around the galaxy in Francis's estimation. The Yukon was basically his until he was willing to give her up. Successfully getting her and her passengers and crew back to the Inner Sphere alone all those years ago meant that everyone thought of her as his ship, and that he had earned the right to captain her until he went gaga or died of old age in the captain's chair.

That didn't mean it had always been the choicest of jobs. Sometimes thanks to her Lithium-Fusion battery Yukon got landed with the most banal missions just because she was fast and there wasn't an L-F Tramp available to do it instead. In this case the HPG at Al Farghani had showed signs that it needed a part replacing and Admiral Bremman wanted that potential failure dealt with ASAP so he had decided to have Yukon haul ass there with the required kit before it broke down completely.

Since Yukon was heading out that way anyway why not have her conduct the much-delayed survey of the Astrokaszy system as well it had been suggested to Bremman, and then someone at the university somehow caught wind of the mission and put in a request to have Yukon visit a few interesting star systems while winding its way back to Niops too, dropping off astronomical sensor buoys for later collection.

Francis was at a loss how this particular star system met anybody's notion of 'interesting', but apparently it did so it was one of the detours he was required to take that turned what should have been a six-week mission into at least a twelve-week one.

"Should I unfurl the jumpsail Captain" the First Officer asked deadpan, breaking Francis from his thoughts and causing a couple of other crewmen to chuckle.

"What for? Practice?" Francis replied with a chuckle. "It's not like it'll collect much in the way of wattage out there" he noted. "The primary in this system makes Niops look like ****** Sirius" he observed disparagingly, looking across at a display screen. "So, unless you're volunteering to put on an EVA suit and go outside with a flashlight to point at the sail and double the number of photons hitting it, probably best to just use the fusion reactor instead" he joked.

"If you say so, Skipper" the First Officer responded, grinning.

Jumpship crews could go their entire careers without ever visiting a system like this one, and they would in no way feel a sense of loss for never having done so. Both the primary and secondary stars of this binary system were diminutive Brown Dwarfs and not only did that mean no possibility of habitable planets, and little chance of a decent asteroid belt, it also meant no meaningful starlight to recharge your drive with.

The primary here was a Type T Brown Dwarf, most what little light it put out was shifted down into the infra-red part of the spectrum making it look a vaguely dull pink, or washed-out magenta to the naked eye. It really was a miserable excuse for a star, and if not for the fact its companion was an even dimmer Type Y that was literally brown you'd never look at it twice.

Ideally when plotting a route around the Inner Sphere every stop along the way would be an inhabited system, that way if something went wrong you weren't stranded in the middle of nowhere with nobody around to help. If there wasn't an inhabited planet available you would pick one of the commonly used waypoint systems on the map that were known to be frequented by travellers anyway, usually because they were halfway between two inhabited systems and had a star hot enough to charge your K-F jumpsail quickly.

If there wasn't one of these frequently visited waypoint systems available on the route they wanted to take either then a jumpship would look for any other B, A, F or G Type star in roughly the right location, and use that as a stepping stone instead.

If they were unfortunate enough that there weren't any of these more luminous stars where they needed them to be then they would choose a Type K Orange Dwarf instead and resign themselves to it taking a few more days of deploying the jumpsail to charge the drive than they'd like.

In the absolute worst-case scenario, they'd jump to a Type M Red Dwarf that would take even longer to charge the drive, there was a good reason why the Niops Association had been so happy to get their Olympus recharge station operational after all. There was at least always a Red Dwarf around wherever you were though, they were by far the most common star type after all.

What you wouldn't do was jump to a Brown Dwarf, because at best those things were basically like taking the smallest, least luminous Red Dwarf possible and then turning down the dimmer switch all the way.

Arguably they weren't even stars at all because they had so little mass they couldn't fuse hydrogen, they were just gas giants with delusions of grandeur.

Francis sighed. "Is there anything duller, literally or metaphorically, than a Brown Dwarf?" he asked the bridge crew rhetorically, thinking that only the Niops government would ever request that a ship go out of its way to take a look at one. Sure, it was a binary system, but both 'stars' were Brown Dwarfs and double nothing is still nothing.

What made it worse was that the last system they had visited to drop off a sensor buoy had been a big bright glorious Type B3V, several times the mass of Sol and with a Jupiter sized planet orbiting her. It only made the feeling of anticlimactic 'meh' produced by the binary of brown disappointment even stronger.

Thinking back to earlier in the mission Astrokaszy might be worth claiming eventually, Francis considered. It was ludicrously hot at the equator by the standards of even marginally habitable worlds, and much of the planet was arid way beyond even Alphard-like conditions, but there were seas situated at both the northern and southern poles and the trusty J-U Water Purifier was up to the task of irrigating the desert if necessary so the climate wasn't a deal-breaker for colonisation.

Having visited it though it was easy to see why the Star League had abandoned the place after its temporary service as a logistics hub during the Reunification War, during which time an SLDF facility on Astrokaszy had supported the campaign to absorb the Magistracy. That was back before the J-U had been invented anyway, and even after it had been there were still plenty of other systems a lot closer to Terra that the new technology had made available for colonisation instead, so the Star League had never gotten around to going back.

If it wasn't for the possibly useful strategic location of the system if the Niops SLDF ever needed to use it as a logistics hub again, possibly for a campaign against the Free Worlds League this time, Francis doubted Niops would be all that interested in raising a Red Cameron Star over Astrokaszy III either. That was the case even though the team of geologists they had brought along had found indications that some valuable mineral wealth might be hidden under the sands, after all the Niops Hegemony was not short of resources, it was short of people.

There was also the ownership issue to consider though. Astrokaszy had hosted an SLDF base, at least for a while albeit admittedly centuries before, it had no native population and had never been claimed by any other power, so should the Niops Association as the de jure successor to the Terran Hegemony assert sovereignty on that basis even if they weren't going to settle the place?

That was a decision for people further up the chain of command than Francis to make fortunately, he just hoped he wasn't going to get stuck with making regular supply runs there if the High Associator and General Romanov decided to plant the flag now that the precedent had been set that Yukon made a decent cargo hauler. Damn those dropship collars!

News had hit Niops just before Yukon set out that Archon Marcus Steiner of the Lyran Commonwealth had been killed in a dropshuttle accident and by the time they arrived at Al Farghani the story updates arriving via HPG had developed into there being an emerging succession crisis, with the late archon's widow Melissa in dispute with his younger brother Claudius over who should replace Marcus as ruler. From there it seemed to be spiralling out of control, and after the survey of Astrokaszy, with Yukon jumping back to Al Farghani on the first leg of its journey home, CNN was now reporting that Claudius had not only arrived on Tharkad with several regiments to support his claim, he had gone so far as to threaten to torture and kill anyone that got between him and the throne, including his sister-in-law.

The whole sorry affair seemed more Marik than it did Steiner, but the latter did have their moments and none of the Great Houses could boast that they had never had a messy transition of power with nobody kicking up a fuss about who was in charge now.

It did make you appreciate being a functional democracy though, Francis considered, looking forward to getting back home so he could find out if the Lyrans were shooting at each other yet.

As the crew got to work surveying the system with the ship's sensors, preparing to drop off the buoy and inspecting the K-F drive and the fusion powerplant in preparation for their next jump to a real star system in a few days' time, Francis decided that since they weren't actually in any kind of rush he might as well give the bridge crew a little fun. "Okay, show of hands' he spoke up. "Is the best description of a Brown Dwarf that it's a miserable failure of a star or is it a planetary gas giant suffering from morbid obesity instead" he asked humorously. "Who says failed star?" he asked first, raising his own hand.

"I think they're quite interesting myself, Brown Dwarfs I mean" the navigation officer commented sheepishly while about half the bridge crew raised their hands, most of them grinning.

Francis turned to the navigator. "You think Brown Dwarfs are 'interesting', Lieutenant Pressfield?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes Sir" Pressfield replied, more confidently now.

"You're sounding a lot like a Niops native saying things like that, but if I remember right you weren't actually born there were you, Mister Pressfield?" Francis asked him, frowning.

"No Sir, I was born on Buffalo Meadows, but I wasn't very old when my family moved to Niops" the navigator replied.

Captain Francis shook his head and sighed. "Clearly you spent more than enough time under the thrall of the Niops education system to be deeply corrupted by it" he said sadly, the rest of the bridge crew clearly amused by the observation. "Okay, I'll give you a chance to make your case. Tell me one interesting thing about Brown Dwarfs. You're under the gun here son, think fast."

"It rains molten iron" the navigator replied immediately.

Francis blinked. "Come again?"

"In the atmospheres of Brown Dwarfs, you can get clouds of iron vapour and under the right weather conditions when it rains, the raindrops are formed of molten iron" Pressfield told him. "Really, you can look it up" he said. "That doesn't happen in regular stars because they're too hot and regular planets aren't just big or hot enough."

Francis looked at him. "Never let it be said that I'm closed minded because that has got to be the most literally and figuratively metal weather-related factoid I have ever heard" he told the navigator. "I continue to maintain that Brown Dwarfs are utterly useless from a practical standpoint, but I'll freely concede that they aren't quite as boring as I thought they were until now. Well played Lieutenant now get on your calculator and work out the best place for us to drop off that buoy so we can get the hell out of here as soon as the drive is charged."

"Will do, Captain" the navigator replied, getting to work crunching the numbers.

The Niops Astronomical Sensor Buoy (Mark II), or NASB-Mk.2, that the nerds back home liked to have dropped off in what seemed like random places to others, but presumably weren't to them, were actually just modified Star League Navy sensor boys with a few extra pieces bolted on, the earlier Mark I lacking one of those pieces which Francis thought might have something to do with detecting cosmic rays, but wasn't entirely sure. Powered by solar panels and with a plutonium fuelled Stirling radioisotope generator as backup they could happily run for decades without maintenance, although how long it would take one to completely fill up its solid-state hard drive with all the data it was collecting again Francis had no idea.

The Yukon could have just dropped off the buoy and then used its lithium-fusion-battery to jump onto the next system without delay, but unless you were in a hurry it was best not to double-jump more than you had to. Repeated rapid jumps put unnecessary strain on the K-F drive and until the Arsenale Nuovo shipyard was up and running performing a proper full refit and repair on something the size of a Riga II simply wasn't possible. They had used the battery to get to Al Farghani as quickly as possible, Admiral Bremman's orders being 'don't spare the horses', but after that all the subsequent jumps had been slow and steady.

Putting too many miles on the three L-F Tramp jumpships over the last twenty years, during which time they were used as much for long-range scouting as moving cargo, had left them in a state where they might only be a handful of double-jumps away from slagging their K-F drives. Fortunately they were still able to safely perform single jumps as long as you weren't silly enough to try quick-charging their cores, and there were always dropships that needed to be moved from one Hegemony system to another, so mostly the Tramp crews these days found their rides being used for what the jumpship class had originally been designed for in the first place, working as latter-day tramp steamers.

Fortunately for Admiral Bremman, everyone in the fleet well understood that if he had known when they took the Camelot Command shipyard apart that it would be over twenty years before it was put back together in a new pressurised dock and be up-and-running again he wouldn't have rode the trio nearly as hard as he did. Culpable or not he was still the person stuck with trying to meet an ever-expanding need for shipping capacity without a commensurate increase in actual ships.

Having the three L-F cargo jumpships a little worse for wear did of course mean that not only Yukon, but also her sister-ship Saratoga, might be expected to take up the slack now whenever a job came up that required a fast ship, one that could haul dropships with her and defend herself if necessary.

A Riga II class destroyer was a little more ostentatious than a Tramp of course, and they could only be used for hauling cargo to places nobody from outside Niops would see them, but on the plus side, in a galaxy where a Tramp with its eight ER Large Lasers and dozen Anti-Missile-Systems was considered heavily armed, Yukon and Saratoga were gods among men.

Going public with Dragoon's Loss and São Gabriel did at least provide a couple of extra ships that could, unlike Yukon and Saratoga, haul dropships to places where they would probably be seen, and the captured Invader which used to belong to Karl Von Strang was considered a real boon that would help a great deal, if only in the short term unfortunately. The problem appeared pretty stark when you looked at a map of the Hegemony worlds and considered how far away some of them actually were from the Niops Association. Sending a ship from Niops down to visit Frobisher and McEvedy's Folly could mean a round-trip of five months or more, and although it was planned to eventually establish a logistics hub in a system known as Huygens at the half-way point that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Francis suspected that part of the motivation for the admiral's agreeing to Yukon visiting these previously unexplored but 'interesting' star systems that lay between the Niops Hegemony and Free Worlds League was to help justify not mothballing any more warships, while he was simultaneously also begging for more money and resources to expand the transport fleet. Being able to point at examples of warships delivering urgent cargo shipments, helping the university conduct astronomical surveys and whatever should help Bremman keep High Associator Murray off his back, a goal which had also seen the navy wax lyrical about maybe reestablishing the Star League Expeditionary Brigade and how useful its small fleet of Avatar class heavy cruisers had been to the cause of scientific discovery.

Obtaining a copy of the electronic blueprints for the SLS Pioneer from its crew on Paran in return for a few surplus spare parts to help keep her going a few more years, along with some naval autocannon ammunition and a promise to return in a few years with more, had sparked some interest at the university at least, particularly those blueprints relating to the vessel's customised sensor arrays. As a result, Captain Francis couldn't help but suspect that a future putative 'Riga III' design might not just be part destroyer, part carrier like his own Riga II, but also part flying observatory in order to keep the astronomers and their pet politicians happy.

Given the rumours that the guys and gals at the Skunk Works on Niops V, who were notoriously always beavering away developing new bleeding-edge weapons technology, were aiming towards the end goal of an Enhanced Heavy Naval PPC design, Francis hoped that someone working there had some common sense as well as academic brilliance because if they did they'd integrate the telescopes the astronomers wanted on the warship with the long-range guns.

Not only would it be cool to literally snipe someone thousands of kilometres away like that, but the navy could also use someone else's budget to pay for some of the R&D. Those damn astronomers seemed like they had a freaking blank check from the government, at least they did under Murray anyway.
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #626 on: 01 October 2024, 09:20:02 »
Part LXVII - Section 2 of 2

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"Captain, we're getting some unusual returns at extreme range on radar" the sensors officer reported. "It might just be floating rocks, but that would be very unusual this far off the plane of the elliptic and the returns are stronger than I'd expect, even if the asteroids concerned were irregularly shaped and mostly metallic" she continued. "If I was forced to hazard a guess, I'd say it was wreckage."

Francis frowned. "Wreckage?" he repeated. "Here?" he added dubiously. Nobody in their right mind would ever come here, that naturally being a requirement of being in a position to leave wreckage behind in the first place. What was the point unless you were the sort of people that had a weird fetish about binary brown dwarf systems? The iron rain thing was mildly cool in principle, but it wasn't like you could go down and watch.

"It's a hundred thousand klicks out, right at the limit of our ability to detect and track anything aerospace fighter sized or smaller. If you want to know for sure we'll either have to send a dropship or go take a look for ourselves, Sir."

Captain Francis looked over to his XO. "The sail's not deployed, there's no point, and it's not like we can't charge the K-F drive while underway. Let's rev up the engines and take the old girl out for a spin" he suggested, grinning. "Sensors, please provide the helmsman with a heading, after we've notified the crew to prepare for thrust we'll go with option two and go take a look for ourselves" he decided, thinking that it was just nice to have something to do. If you were only going to ever stay at the point where you jumped in what was the point in having a ship with a transit drive anyway?

While a Riga II class destroyer like Yukon could happily maintain two gees of thrust as long as the fuel held out, and even make it up to three gees for shorter periods, like dropships in transit it typically never pushed the engines above one gee for the simple reasons that it was less expensive in terms of fuel and easier on the crew.

Since they were already burning hydrogen in the fusion reactor to recharge the Kearny-Fuchida drive, rather than using the jumpsail as they would have elsewhere, it would have certainly been extravagant to give the engines everything they had, no matter how curious they were about what they had run across out here, but in retrospect nobody would have complained if they had run Yukon up to full thrust given their discovery.

As the warship got closer it became apparent that initially at a hundred-thousand klicks the radars had only reached the very edge of what now seemed to be a very large debris field, and there were multiple returns from increasingly massive chunks of floating metal, Yukon beginning to deaccelerate so she wouldn't just accidentally crash right through the middle of it.

A Riga II destroyer was well armoured for a ship its size, but ploughing through a cloud of junk at spaceship velocities was still a major no-no.

Although describing it as junk might be doing the wreckage an equally major disservice.

"Mother of God" Francis heard the XO whisper under his breath as they neared what could only be the shattered hulk of a warship, and it wasn't alone out there.

Coming to a relative halt just at the edge of the thickest part of the debris field Captain Francis ordered a fighter squadron to launch and go take a closer look, not wishing to risk a collision between Yukon and anything large enough to potentially put a dent in her hull.

It didn't take them too long to identify the first shattered warship. She was obviously an Aegis class Heavy Cruiser and more usefully given just how many of them had been produced her name was emblazoned on her hull.

Originally on launch in 2415 she had been the THS Athens, later the SLS Athens as the Terran Hegemony fleet was redesignated with Star League registries.

She was better known by the name she had been given when First Lord Richard Cameron handed her over to the Rim Worlds Republic in 2763, the one she still bore.

"It's the ****** RWS Tadeo Amaris" Francis said in wonder as images transmitted back from the fighters appeared on the main display screen. "What the heck is she doing here?" he asked rhetorically, not expecting anyone present to have any more inkling than he did.

She might have been an older design but the Tadeo Amaris had been one of the more powerful capital ships in service for the Rim Worlds Republic during the war and had achieved considerable notoriety as a fast commerce raider that could outrun most anything she couldn't outgun. Her ultimate fate had been a mystery, at least until now, but that was true for a lot of warships on both sides.

"Looks like there's what's left of a Riga class frigate a couple of hundred klicks further out, damn thing's practically blown in half from the looks of things" the sensor officer reported. "Whole area is littered with broken dropships and ASF's, as well as chunks blown off the warships, all those contacts and returns are sending the radar absolutely nuts. This was one hell of a fight, Sir" she said in awe.

The original Riga, a frigate rather than a destroyer like the Riga II, had first entered service only a few decades after the venerable Aegis, and the Terran Hegemony had stopped producing them in favour of the generally superior Congress class even before the formation of the Star League. Being old didn't make them useless however, and the SLDF kept some of them in service for another two centuries while offloading others on the navies of the member states. The Rim Worlds Republic literally had dozens upon dozens of the things in commission when the Amaris War broke out, though the superior warships of the Star League Navy soon whittled that number down fast because they had literally dozens upon dozens of modern battleships to counter the aging frigates with.

"What happened to the Aegis?" the helmsman queried. "Someone nuke her?"

"Not looking at that battle damage they didn't, she's been cut to ribbons by directed-energy-weapons, big ones" the XO responded.

"Yeah, and unless I miss my guess we're about to get a good look at what did it as the lead fighter clears the wreckage of the Aegis and the Riga" the sensor officer replied evenly. "Putting her telemetry on screen."

Captain Francis stared at the magnified image for what seemed like an eternity. "If we can get closer without crashing into anything bring us alongside, get the shuttles ready and start getting personnel suited up for EVA. I want to recover the logs from all these ships if we can, starting with the McKenna there" he ordered, rightly assuming that all the smaller holes in the battleship were the result of naval autocannon fire from the Aegis and the Riga, while the one gigantic rent in her side had been caused by a contact nuclear explosion.

A McKenna wasn't a fragile ship by any means, she carried more weight of armour than the Aegis and the Riga combined, but if she took a nuke directly against the hull then she wasn't going to come out of it too well especially if she was also getting pounded by massed naval autocannon, plus capital ship lasers and particle projector cannon.

As the fighter got closer it was able to make out the name of the stricken battleship. "Guess we know what happened to the SLS Thorin now too" Captain Francis noted. Out of the original two-hundred and eighty McKenna class battleships built less than twenty survived the Amaris War to join Aleksandr Kerensky's Exodus, most known to be lost to the Terran Hegemony's SDS AI warships and armed satellites but some known to have been lost in action to human foes and others having simply vanished.

Equipped with a bay holding five small craft, three of them K1 dropshuttles and the other two Mark VI landing craft, as well as possessing plenty of EVA experienced crew, Yukon was perfectly able to carry out a proper preliminary investigation of the wrecks without having to jump back to Al Farghani to request assistance and Captain Francis wanted to be able to present as thorough a report as he could when he reached Niops.

It wasn't an easy job however. Not only were the three shattered warships in a poor state, potentially dangerous for anyone to board there was also the matter of their former crews to consider.

The worst discoveries were, as ever in this situation, all the poor bastards who hadn't been killed in the fighting and had died later from lack of oxygen or even worse lack of food and water in still airtight compartments, praying for a rescue that never came.

Many had left messages for loved ones before the end, some choosing a quick death by suicide after penning their final letters, and Francis had these carefully collected by his people while also telling them to be as respectful of the frozen, usually vacuum desiccated corpses they encountered as they could be.

General Romanov and Admiral Bremman would likely want to organise a proper burial in space with full military honours for all of the crew of the Thorin later but that fell into their bailiwick not that of Captain Francis. What the brass would choose to do about handling the remains of the crew of the RWS Tadeo Amaris and the frigate they learned was the RWS Aquarius was also not his immediate problem, but Francis hoped that even as an enemy they would be accorded due respect, they had obviously done their duty and gone down fighting even if it was for the other side.

Not everyone would agree of course, Francis knew. As a commerce raider the RWS Tadeo Amaris and the naval squadron it had led as flagship had hit an awful lot of civilian shipping during the war and the Rim Worlds Republic military wasn't exactly renowned for treating non-combatants according to the laws and customs of war so opinions would surely differ on what to do with their war dead.

Although the logs of the RWS Aquarius proved unrecoverable, repeated volleys of Heavy Naval PPC fire from Thorin had utterly wrecked her bridge as well as the back-ups stored elsewhere in the ship, enough files were able to be retrieved from both SLS Thorin herself and the RWS Tadeo Amaris to piece together what had happened here seven decades earlier and how it came to occur. The vicious action that had seemingly resulted in the loss of three large warships, their associated dropships and aerospace fighter contingents in a system objectively not worth fighting over located in the ass-end of the Inner Sphere was truly a tale worth recording for posterity.

The Third RWR Defence Squadron led by the Tadeo Amaris had been an ongoing thorn in the side of the SLDF during the war, opposing Kerensky's conquest of the Rim Worlds Republic and later hitting supply convoys and targets of opportunity in an attempt to forestall Operation Chieftain, the liberation of the Terran Hegemony. With the whole squadron equipped with lithium-fusion batteries for fast strategic mobility, and the Tadeo Amaris herself packing enough firepower that chasing after them in smaller vessels would have been suicidal, the SLDF had been forced to reassign much needed McKenna class battleships and Avatar class Heavy cruisers away from the Hegemony campaign to try and hunt them down.

Eventually after over a year of fruitless searching, and with the Tadeo Amaris and her compatriots successfully interdicting convoy after convoy of much needed supplies, Aleksandr Kerensky offered a reward of two million dollars to anyone that could provide information as to where the Tadeo Amaris was heading next, and although that led to a flood of false leads one of them panned out.

According to files found aboard Thorin a disaffected member of the crew of the Tadeo Amaris that had decided the war was lost, and that accepting defeat would be easier with a couple of million bucks in the bank, had managed to leak the next rendezvous location for what was left of the Third RWR Defence Squadron after several years of attrition. Not knowing if it was just another false lead, but also knowing they were the only battleship that could reach there in time, the captain of the SLS Thorin had sent out an HPG using the ships own hyperpulse generator informing command that he was moving to intercept and then went after the enemy squadron.

Presumably that communication from SLS Thorin was never received by anyone, not unprecedented given how disrupted SLCOMNET was at the time, so the SLDF didn't know where she was going or why. They just realised later that another of their battleships had gone missing, one of hundreds that had been lost during the war.

You could argue that the SLS Thorin had been lucky to catch a lead on the location of the Tadeo Amaris, and to be currently close enough to where they were heading to intercept them, where the battleship was most certainly not lucky was where hyperspace spat them out.

The crew of the Thorin weren't nearly as freaked out by jumping in practically on top of the Tadeo Amaris and the Aquarius as the crews of those ships were, the Thorin had been expecting them to be there after all, but for a ship that was designed to be a long-range sniper finding itself in a knife-fight instead it still came as an unpleasant shock.

In ideal circumstances an Aegis would stand no chance against a McKenna. Despite being much larger and more heavily armoured the McKenna was a far more modern design, equipped with engines that could push her to 2.5 gees of acceleration compared to the mere 1.5 gees the Aegis could manage. Since the massed batteries of Heavy Naval PPC's the McKenna mounted also outranged the guns on an Aegis all the battleship needed to do to win handily was use her superior thrust to keep the aging Heavy Cruiser at range and burn her down.

These were not ideal circumstances. By sheer bad luck the Thorin had found herself close enough for all those big naval autocannon on the Tadeo Amaris to be brought to bear, and despite immediately gunning the engines to try and open up the distance she quickly took a few solid hits that disabled them.

An almighty slugfest ensued with the Aegis and the Riga throwing everything they had at the McKenna while the big battleship did likewise.

While the big battlewagons duked it out the dropships and aerospace fighters went at each other, an Achilles carried by the Tadeo Amaris and a Titan belonging to the Aquarius taking on a trio of Pentagon dropships launched by the Thorin while smaller less well armed Leopard CV dropships and scores of aerospace fighters engaged in a massive furball of a dogfight.

Thorin caught a nuke fired by an Ahab heavy aerospace fighter in all the confusion, the McKenna, like the Aegis she was engaged with, lacking in point-defence-weaponry.

Ironically SLDF doctrine said that ideally a McKenna should operate with a Riga II, the L-F battery equipped destroyer/carrier hybrid able to keep up with the fast battleship and providing her with additional fighter support for exactly these kinds of engagements.

Unfortunately for the SLS Thorin, when her Riga II support arrived it was seventy years later in the form of the Yukon.

All things considered, 'better late than never' was probably not a sentiment the crew of the Thorin were entirely convinced by from their vantage point in the afterlife.

An Aegis being something of a glass cannon, plenty of firepower but without the armour to match, despite the battle being fought at a range that was advantageous to her the Tadeo Amaris was not remotely tough enough to stand up to a McKenna and she was still blasted into a broken hulk before the Thorin went down.

Her fusion reactors knocked off-line by cumulative damage and unable to power her Naval PPC's the Thorin had ended up finishing off the enemy frigate by somehow still managing to swing her nose around with manoeuvring thrusters and opening up with her colossal NAC/40 forward battery, this explaining why the Aquarius was practically blown in half.

The fighting between the dropships and fighters had continued until the bloodlust faded and everyone left realised that they were now all stranded in the middle of nowhere, with the remaining crew of the Thorin discovering that their HPG was a totally irreparable write-off so they couldn't call for help.

None of the other ships in the Third RWR Defence Squadron ever showed up, at least certainly none did over the next few weeks while there was anybody left alive, and because the HPG the SLS Thorin had sent out before jumping in had seemingly not been received by anyone the SLDF never came either.

It wasn't just a glorious battlefield, it was a tragic war grave where men and women were still dying long after the fighting stopped.

The question of why in the hell the Aegis and the Riga had ended up way out here in a god-forsaken system like this in the first place were finally answered by the discovery of the personal logs of the captain of the Tadeo Amaris. This kind of binary brown dwarf system being rare enough that this was the only one in the region made it stand out on a detailed star-chart, while simultaneously being somewhere nobody would ever go so they wouldn't be discovered by chance, because, well, Brown Dwarfs.

As for why they were even in that region in the first place, their intended eventual destination was the SLDF training facilities on Circinus, intending to orbitally bombard them, but their orders were to take an indirect route, interdict SLDF supply lines running through the Free Worlds League and then hit some Star League colonies out in the periphery in retaliation for the worlds of the Rim Worlds Republic lost to Kerensky.

If the SLS Thorin hadn't unexpectantly jumped in and thrown a McKenna sized spanner in the works, Tadeo Amaris and Aquarius would have raided Comstock and Francas before swinging around in a corewards direction and then hitting an obscure Star League scientific colony called the Niops Association a few jumps further on before then heading off to Circinus.

On these twists of fate history hangs.

Later, as Captain Francis sat down to start writing up the painfully long and detailed report he would have to deliver on all this to both the government and the Joint Chiefs back home in Niops, the only light at the end of the tunnel as far as he was concerned was at least it wasn't going to be quite as epic in length as the one he previously had to write about the voyage of the Yukon from Arcadia in the Clan Homeworlds to the Draconis Combine.

That was scant comfort though. Just the sections dealing with his time as the chief of the 'Canada Tribe' had run to tens of thousands of words even after he edited it to make the prose less florid.

Under the circumstances the final action of the battleship SLS Thorin and her crew probably deserved a little florid though, Francis considered as he started typing.


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Note from the Author:

If you think that a Red Dwarf star like Niops is small and dim then you might reassess your position if you compare one to a Brown Dwarf, AKA a failed star or a planetary gas giant with delusions of grandeur. Niops might be interested in a binary brown dwarf system relatively nearby but nobody else would be and nobody is going to try and use one as a waypoint for a longer journey either (no hydrogen fusion, no useful amounts of energy to charge a jumpsail).

Brown Dwarfs might be a poor excuse for a star, but having weather that features literal iron rain does give them a little personality.

The Astrokaszy system is uninhabited at this time but it did apparently host an SLDF facility way back during the Reunification War.

The Aegis class Heavy Cruiser RWS Tadeo Amaris was one of the most powerfuil units in the RWR fleet and thanks to its refit by the Star League before Richard Cameron handed it over to Stefan Amaris it had upgraded guns and a lithium-fusion battery. The RWR navy included a lot of old Riga class frigates (not to be confused with the later Riga II class destroyer), and we know from the RWS Sagittarius they were upgrading at least some of them with lithium-fusion batteries (the Tadeo Amaris would want escorts able to keep up with her hence me coming up with the RWS Aquarius).

If the Star League didn't name one of their McKenna's SLS Thorin (after the Thorin system) then they should hang their heads in shame. "Thunder Warrior" is just too good to waste on a
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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #627 on: 01 October 2024, 13:47:59 »
If the ship emblem for the SLS Thorin isn't set on an oaken shield, they should also hang their heads in shame.

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #628 on: 01 October 2024, 17:17:48 »
OK, the saltpeter reference went over my head, even in context.  Good chapter though.

Consuming saltpeter allegedly reduces libido, and there's urban legends of it being added to food in prisons and military bases.

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Re: Guided by the light of a (Red) Cameron Star
« Reply #629 on: 01 October 2024, 18:37:08 »
Very nice sea story
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