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Re: Opalescent Reflections
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I'm here for two reasons:
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Re: Opalescent Reflections
« Reply #31 on: 01 April 2023, 15:43:37 »
Opalescent Reflections

Dealer’s Choice
Chapter 1


Dedicated to
Peter Maurice Hayman
1941-2023



Hilton Head, North America
Terra, Sol System
8 July 3046


The Primus’ offices felt like even more of a prison than the Kathmandu Castle Brian. If Wei Rong was very well behaved then she might be allowed out to enjoy the beaches of Hilton Head for a couple of hours. Technically, she could have overruled that, but there were so many polite and well-reasoned arguments made by the staff…

At least she’d managed to win the argument that the white robes of the Primus could be kept for formal occasions, so she was able to wear something lighter for most of her office hours. The robes still hung in a sideroom though. Waiting. Knowing she’d have to give up and wear them sometimes.

She should probably have worn them for this meeting, since it might become somewhat formal. On the other hand she hadn’t done so for the previous meeting of this nature and the reactions had told her useful things about those she was meeting.

“Your 10am guests are here, Primus,” one of the small horde of polite young men running the office let her know. She’d have suspected Myndo of ulterior motives in having them, but none of them flirted back even a little. She was probably going to replace them as well, just so she didn’t feel like an outsider in her own office.

“Send them in,” Wei said and left the desk to go to the seats at the other side of the room. Two semi-circles of couches, surrounded on three sides by views of the sunny South Carolina couch outside. Piped in from cameras - the office was surrounded on all sides by layers of protection.

The door opened and her guests entered - both wearing Adept’s robes with the hoods thrown back. One robe was too crisp to have been worn much - carefully stored or bought for the occasion, Wei Rong thought. Having seen their profile pictures, she recognised Andrew Norris. The Sandhurst teacher was taller than the second man, whose robes suggested he wore them regularly.

“Primus,” Norris greeted her, bowing his head politely. Joe Murphy followed suite, glancing at her and then the vacant desk.

“Please, be seated.” She gestured towards the couch facing her.

The two men didn’t exchange looks, but there was some definite hesitation before Murphy took a seat, sinking into the cushions. Norris sat more towards the edge.

“You’re not in trouble,” she told them. “If this was disciplinary, we’d be elsewhere.” Omicron and Psi divisions were still leaderless and she’d been cherrypicking transfers to keep them that way. Internal security might matter, but some of the files she’d had to review when she took over at Canopus IV were stomach-churning, and Psi’s spiritual purity advisors had been little more than Waterly’s inquisitors. “This is in the nature of a job interview.”

“Both of us at once?” Murphy asked in bemusement.

“I’m very busy and we have a lot of positions to fill.” Wei said ruefully. She’d be less busy when some of the jobs were settled - she was having to at least oversee the people handling the responsibilities of the Precentors who’d died the previous month until she had appointed formal replacements. Ideally she’d have just been able to approve the people stepping up, but approval wasn’t her sentiment in many cases. And then there had to be justification to do something other than advance them…

It would have cut into her sleep, but in the interests of sanity, Wei had kept a rigid nightly schedule.

“I didn’t think there was a vacancy for tech-support here.” Murphy glanced at the desk with its holographic displays sitting idle. It was a logical guess - he was one of the senior tech-admin staff in Kappa’s Pacific North-West offices, keeping the medical division’s systems going.

Wei shook her head. “We’ll get to that. Now, unless I’ve got your files mixed up, you both started in the ComGuards didn’t you?”

“Yes, Primus,” confirmed Norris. “Twenty years in HPG security before I got tapped for teaching at Sandhurst seven years ago.”

“Part of Precentor-Martial Focht’s expansion efforts, and better use of your military history degree,” she confirmed. “Serving mostly at HPG stations in the Draconis Combine?”

“Exclusively,” he admitted. “We go where we’re sent, but it’s nice to be back on Terra.”

Too bad for him, Wei thought. “So you have a basis for comparison of the ComGuards before Primus Waterly appointed the Precentor Martial. How do you feel about the changes he made?”

“I’m very pleased, Primus. The new acolytes we’re sending out are better prepared for their duties now than they were before he was brought in. That’s not a small feat, given we’re training at least ten times as many of them as we used to.”

It wasn’t quite fanatical, she thought… but if she took the words at face value then he was one of Focht’s loyalists. Perhaps he was just trying too hard though. And given how many staff she’d met from Combine stations that toed Waterly’s hardline positions… well, that might be why he’d been happy to go to Sandhurst. “And you?” Wei asked Murphy.

“Uh, ten years of Ix - uh, Iota-Xi.”

“I’m familiar with the term,” she allowed. ComStar’s jumpship and dropship security teams. What were traditionally called marines in most military forces. “A lot of travelling the stars?”

The shaven-headed man shrugged. “I saw more of them than of planets for a while. Then back here for a course to transition to Zeta -” Meaning a ComGuards technician. “But there was an opening for techs here and at the time we were under ROM so transferring wasn’t as big a jump as I think it is now.”

“A relief to have steady gravity?” she asked, thinking back to the long transit back from Canopus IV for the ill-fated conclave.

“It’s hard on my knees.”

“You’re both being considered for positions off Terra,” Wei told them. “Filling vacant postings means moving a lot of people around. Will that conflict with your family situations.”

Murphy just shook his head. Norris looked like he’d bitten a lemon. “I’m already in a long-distance relationship,” he allowed. “Adding more distance wouldn’t be ideal, but we go where we’re sent.”

If it was the woman mentioned in his file, then he might find this preferable. Although he still wouldn’t be in the same star system as the doctor he’d been in steady, if infrequent, contact with. “Your sacrifice is noted,” Wei said and then winced as the man’s face tightened at what could have been sarcasm. “I mean that sincerely,” she clarified.

“Could I ask where you’re planning to send me?” Murphy asked her politely, obviously trying to take the pressure off the man next to him. Was that institutional loyalty? She didn’t think that they’d met before now.

“In your case, Tharkad. Even colder than your current posting.”

“Oh. Tech-admin for the new Precentor there?” The technician smiled. “I heard Atreus and New Avalon had been appointed, I guess the other First Circuit seats are decided.”

“Very nearly. So what does the rumor mill say about the first appointees?”

The two men both backed up visibly at that question. “I’ve never crossed paths with either of them,” Murphy said.

“Precentor Tiger Lily is said to be very attached to her conservation work here on Terra,” added Norris cautiously. “It’s surprised some people that she’d be be willing to leave.”

“A new world and new opportunities,” Wei told them. “Terra has had centuries to recover from the scars left by Amaris. Other worlds have seen far more recent warfare. From Atreus she’ll have the chance to oversee conservation efforts across the Free Worlds League.”

Murphy frowned. “I did… gather that Precentor Buckley had been serving in the Free Worlds League, I’m not clear why he was sent to New Avalon not to Atreus.”

Wei forced a smile, despite less than fond recollections of the man in question. “The size of the Federated Suns means we lost rather a lot of Precentors stationed there in the recent unpleasantness. I wanted someone with his seniority there.”

Joseph Buckley was one of Myndo Waterly’s not-so-little club - Dieron-Toyamists, as Wei mentally labeled them. He might have spent the last decade and change in the Free Worlds League, but he’d started out under Waterly’s leadership when she was Precentor Dieron, then been sent to the Free Worlds League after Thomas Marik quit the order to become the acting Captain-General. Putting the man on the same planet as the New Avalon Institute of Science - one of Waterly’s chief fixations - felt like a bad idea, but with a bit of luck he’d be too busy fighting with the appointees of his predecessor to cause many problems.

Tiger Lily - her homeworld didn’t use family names, for some reason Wei didn’t care about - was more moderate and might be able to rein in the local fanatics a bit. Marik was the most favorable House Lord to ComStar and he’d had to put up with enough trouble from Demona Aziz already. Someone steadier on Atreus would probably be welcome.

Neither of the men facing Wei disagreed with her openly. She was sure they’d get past that.

“My predecessor had an acrimonious relationship with the Great Houses,” Wei admitted. “That was unavoidable with the movement towards a more active ComStar presence - it’s hard to make reforms and friends at the same time. Now that she’s established our Order’s new position, I hope to soothe those tensions without losing the gains made - let the people of the Inner Sphere see that ComStar is providing services and support to them, in ways that the Great Houses can’t while they’re focused on fighting each other.”

“And if they stop fighting?” asked Norris. “Unlikely as that seems,” he added wryly.

“Then we can hopefully help them transition from war to peace without a rupture on the scale of the Reunification War,” answered Wei. The formation of the Star League and end - for a few generations - of conflict between the Great Houses had simply turned the bloodshed out into the Periphery, marks of which she’d seen on Canopus IV even centuries after the Star League had vanished. “Jerome Blake hoped that ComStar would one day oversee a restoration of peace, and while I don’t see the prospects of a restored Star League as likely, that is our long term goal.”

“And if the Federated Commonwealth conquers everyone?” asked Murphy.

She made a face. “Back when I first joined ComStar, that seemed like a real possibility. The problems Hanse Davion and Melissa Steiner-Davion have faced make it clear that ruling even the worlds they do is a challenge. If they do succeed, then we’ll need to carve out a role in administering the Inner Sphere - a role that House Steiner-Davion can’t easily displace us from.”

Norris shook his head. “I can’t see Hanse Davion tolerating our independence.”

“Then perhaps his heir can be persuaded to take a more understanding view.” Wei considered that the heir of the Federated Commonwealth was reportedly heading for New Avalon to spend a year at the Institute of Science there, as part of his ongoing education. Hopefully he wouldn’t run into Joseph Buckley while he was on his father’s homeworld. Victor Steiner-Davion supposedly had more interest in the military than in court politics.

She considered the two men facing her. Also military in their origins within the Order. Hopefully their promotions would persuade Focht that she was sympathetic to the ComGuards. And neither seemed prone to extremism - the Blessed Order didn’t need more of the paranoia that had caused so much bloodshed.

And utterly pointlessly, as far as she could tell. Waterly’s purpose in calling hadn’t been been for any sort of purge - although she and a few other Precentors would have been shuffled out to Class B stations. The goal had been more for Waterly to have a grand display of the support of ComStar’s precentors for her position, with formal ceremonies to cement her position on Terra.

Instead, it had killed the Primus and tens of thousands of others. Although given the teeming billions of Terra, the blip in death statistics had been no worse than a bad traffic day.

“I hope you’ll keep those ideas in mind in your new stations, Precentors,” she said out loud.

Norris’ eyes widened slightly. Murphy blinked. “I’m an adept, Primus,” he said, indicating his robes.

“Not any more, Precentor Tharkad.”

“Is this a joke?”


“I said much the same when Precentor Focht told me that I’d become Primus,” Wei told him.

“I’ve never run an HPG station!”

“You run a department that has more staff than our entire presence on Tharkad,” the Primus pointed out. “The administration shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

“I’m not a diplomat!”

Wei nodded. “That should make you stand out. The Lyran court is full of smooth-talking politicians and businessmen. A precentor who’s there to keep things running and not get dragged into that is exactly what I want. And the Archon may learn to appreciate a more direct approach. Ideally, you can convince her - or her son - that we don’t have to be enemies.”

“I’d say rather you than me,” Norris muttered, looking at the man next to him, “But I have a horrible idea about what my own posting is.”


“I’m sending you to Luthien,” she told him. “Traditionally, our Precentor-Advocate to the Draconis Combine has been stationed on Dieron rather than their capital but I don’t think the reasons for that hold up any more.” It also let her shift the focus of administering the HPG stations across the Combine out of Waterly and Mori’s stronghold.

The teacher groaned. “May I ask ‘why me?’”

“You’re a poet and a swordsman,” she told him. “Takashi Kurita respects both those things, and his son would rather deal with soldiers. Waterly had a lot of dealings with Theodore Kurita but they seem to have clashed personally even if their political goals aligned.”

Including shipments of arms that made a joke of ComStar’s neutrality (the idea Hanse Davion couldn’t guess where over a thousand Star League-era battlemechs had come from was laughable), and had emptied stockpiles that the ComGuards could have made good use of with their expansion.

“As I understand it, you don’t plan to prop them up against the Davions if there’s another war,” asked the new Precentor Luthien.

“Not in the same way, no. But let’s be honest, Kappa does more medical work for civilians in the Combine than they do in all the other Successor States combined. Things like that are freeing up their resources for military affairs, whether we intend it or not.”


The historian frowned. “And that’s how you want us to be elsewhere.”

“We’re not just the heirs of the Ministry of Communications,” Wei told him. “We’re also what’s left of the Star League Defense Forces and the Bureau of Star League Affairs. Overthrowing their governments isn’t my intention, but if the Successor Lords are so negligent that we wind up replacing them by default then that’s their problem.”



Imperial City, Luthien
Pesht District, Draconis Combine
2 August 3046


“I hope,” Minoru’s father said, “That you can tell me more about ComStar’s new Primus than the ISF could.”

Fortunately for the fifteen year old, he wasn’t the one being asked that. His father had quasi-invited him (an order in all but name) to sit in on the meeting. It was a learning experience for him, necessary for the third in line to the Dragon throne - even if he could think of many other things he’d rather be doing before his departure for Sun Zhang Military Academy, on distant New Samarkand.

The only thing Minoru Kurita could have told his father about Primus Wei Rong, other than her name and office, was that even the robes of the Primus didn’t disguise a figure that belonged in adult entertainment. And he was fairly sure that Theodore Kurita, the Gunji-no-Kanrei of the Draconis Combine (deputy for military affairs, an innocuous term for the supreme military commander of the nation) had noticed those. That.

Constance Kurita - a cousin of sorts who had been ‘Auntie’ when Minoru was younger - smiled and lifted her tea cup. “Unfortunately, the recent upheaval in ComStar has reduced our access to information within the Order.”

“Was that the goal?” Theodore asked sharply.

The Keeper of House Honor shook her head slightly. “I think it is unlikely. ROM lacks the subtlety of the ISF - whereas Subhash’s people would trim and cultivate an enemy spy network to report only what he desired, ComStar’s policy is always root them out thoroughly.” Constance sipped from her cup. “Our presence is reduced, but not eliminated - and the pattern of losses does not suggest that they missed connections linking our agents. It appears to be an unfortunate happenstance.”

Minoru’s father nodded. “That’s something.”

“And we do have some information. I imagine the ISF did mention that she isn’t from Terra.”

“New Canton.”

Minoru needed a moment to place the world. It had been on the Capellan border with the Free Worlds League for decades, only to fall unexpectedly to the Federated Suns invasion in 3028. Or 3029… he wasn’t sure which year exactly. It wasn’t that important a world strategically. What else did he know…? “Wasn’t there a massacre there during the invasion.”

His father frowned for a moment. “Yes. Davion mercenaries murdered several defeated Liao soldiers before AFFS regulars stopped them. It damaged the Screaming Eagles’ reputation severely - there’s some thought Davion staged it to win the world’s populace over. Casting his soldiers as their protectors…” He made a dismissive gesture. “It’s not beyond him, but I doubt the mercenaries would have willingly seen themselves disgraced.”

“While it may or may not have endeared the Fox to the people of New Canton, the event does not seem to have convinced young Rong Wei that her future lay with the Federated Commonwealth,” Constance mused. “She joined ComStar three years later, when she was just sixteen.”

“That would make her younger than Waterly was when she took office,” mused Theodore, lifting his own teacup. “Ambitious? Driven? The ISF said as much but had nothing to back it up.” he paused. “Rong Wei, not Wei Rong?”

“For ComStar purposes, she uses wider usage of placing her family name last but New Canton’s custom is the more traditional order of placing family first.”

Even we don’t do that, nor do the Liaos, thought Minoru. House Kurita and House Liao both traced their ancestry to Asia, where that tradition had been most common.

“In answer to your question,” Constance continued, “We think not. She earned two doctorates in rapid succession - psychology and history - which marked her out for advancement. By the age of twenty-three she was a Precentor, which is certainly a rapid rise, but our sources suggest that she wasn’t being considered for further advancement.”

“Why not?” asked Minoru curiously. That was a spectacular rise, by his understanding of ComStar’s hierarchy.

“Personal clashes and political differences with Waterly,” his cousin told him. “Waterly apparently had high hopes for her, but their first meeting went very poorly. The late Primus represented the religious side of ComStar, and their traditional rivals have always held the view that ComStar should concern themselves more with the commercial side of their business. Rong was not in sympathy with that view, but it seems she also disagreed with Waterly. It appears her view of ComStar is more of a socialist one - pragmatic socialism, but socialism nonetheless. She’s also a New Hedonist.”

Minoru had no idea what that meant and it must have shown.

“Drink, ****** and be happy, tomorrow we may die,” his father clarified. “A very popular view in the Magistracy of Canopus - is that why she was sent there?”

“Precisely. The position had fallen vacant unexpectedly, and Precentor Mori suggested assigning Rong there - a round peg for a round hole, not to mention putting her as far as was practical from Terra. Waterly wasn’t willing to embarrass herself by dismissing Rong without any cause and investigation hadn’t turned anything up…”

“So she’s either kept her hands clean or she’s very good…” mused Theodore. “You don’t believe that she orchestrated the entire coup.”

“She’d have had to be playing a very deep game and there’s no signs that she has a cadre of prepared people to support her,” Constance concluded. “It’ll be fascinating to see how long she lasts as Primus - I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she stood down after the politics have stabilized. There’s no clear successor as things stand though.”

“ComStar in disarray doesn’t really help us,” the Gunji-no-Kanrei muttered. “Waterly held her nose when she helped us but it was better than no support at all.”

Minoru also frowned in thought. “How long can she last if she has no supporters within ComStar?”

“She isn’t entirely isolated. Focht backs her, so she has a preponderance of military might. While Focht could probably have swayed some of the ComGuards against their commander, right now he has nearly exclusive backing from them. And he’d not wish to lose another Primus under his watch.”

Theodore nodded. “Agreed.”

“Certain of my analysts have suggested that she may be a figurehead for the Precentor-Martial,” Constance added. “I am… unconvinced, but it would be difficult for him to step directly in as Primus. There is no tradition of electing someone who hasn’t headed an HPG station, and usually from within the First Circuit. Rong is already an outlier in the latter regard.”

Minoru glanced at his father but saw that Theodore was amused. “Those analysts cannot know Focht then. Such a strategy would not fit his character.”

“You know him?”

Both the elders looked at Minoru in a way that made it clear that this was not something to explore further, then his father relaxed. “I recommended him to Waterly - knowing he would never be an ally to me but might serve our interests well in propping up her ambitions for a more powerful ComGuards. He is very much what your grandfather thought of me when he appointed me as Gunji-no-Kanrei: a military mind without political aptitudes. Focht is an object lesson that I try not to emulate.”

“And yet, you have made your office political,” he pointed out. “Is it possible that Focht has learned the same lesson.”

Theodore sat back and examined Minoru. “Unlikely,” he said at last, but glanced over at Constance. “But all things are possible to some degree. My son makes a good point.”

“And her choices for the First Circuit do reflect greater status for the ComGuards - two of them have experience there.” She looked thoughtful. “It is possible they are being groomed as replacements if she is intractable. I don’t believe it’s likely, but we will look into it.”

“In the meantime, I have instructed the ISF to see what Justin Xiang Allard uncovers about the new Primus,” Theodore observed. “Hanse Davion must be even more curious about her, so we will let his spymaster do the work of digging up data for us. Let any consequences of such investigation fall on our enemies, not on us.”
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Re: Opalescent Reflections
« Reply #32 on: 01 April 2023, 15:44:22 »
Callandra, Babylon
Pentagon Worlds, Clan Homeworlds
21 December 3046


“Neg.” The young woman gave him a measuring look and then shook her head. “I do not trust you, Ace.”

Chris had never expected the misunderstanding over his name to last but Blake Hawker had put it on his official report, and Chris hadn’t the least idea how or if that could be changed. So now he was Ace. It took some getting used to.

“Have I given you cause to think I would betray you, Val?”

She shrugged. “There are members of our sibko who I am quite sure would turn on me if I accepted the offer to turn our Trial of Position into a melee, but you are not one of them.”

“Then…”

“But you are also not one of those I sure would not see me as an easy target to get one kill. You have only been training with us for half a year.” Val shrugged. “And your performance has not been impressive. Even if you did not turn on me, you might prove to be a liability. I see no point in taking the risk.”

Ace crossed his arms across his chest. “I have killed warriors before.”


She gave him another look. “Your past as a bandit does not speak for your integrity.”

“None of us choose our birth!”

“Enough,” Val snapped. “I have declined your bid. Be glad I even heard you out.”

He clamped his jaw. “Very well. I hope you regret it.”

“I am sure you do,” she retorted at his back as Ace walked away and continued doing his stretches. They were the last pair from their sibko to take their Trial, waiting in a small building as the remains of the previous duo were removed.

Physically removed. Apparently, both Clyde and Falko had died in their ‘mechs. Falko was the only one who had managed to score a kill, before his second opponent hit the cockpit. Clyde hadn’t even done that well.

At least, Ace thought, those two had managed to get to their ‘mechs. That was the final stage of the trial, but just to get to it the Diamond Sharks required cadets to swim across a river. Antonia, a girl he’d hoped to be paired with hadn’t reached the other side - word had been sent beforehand to settlements downstream to watch out for cadets who were washed away, in case they survived.

Ace couldn’t help but think that having even two Elementals in the water would have ensured the survival of Antonia and those like her. She was a smart girl - she’d even given him some pointers on where to find the books he needed to fill gaps in his understanding of what was being talked about in class, in exchange for his help in the workshop classes - Antonia had sometimes had difficulty translating her theoretical understanding of subjects into reality. He didn’t think she’d make a good technician even if she survived. She certainly wasn’t going to get warrior status now.

Inhaling slowly, he held the breath in and let it pass out. Felt his heartbeat steady.

This was not the time to be thinking about others. This was his Trial of Position. The chance he’d bet everything on, to be a warrior in Clan Diamond Shark.

To be a warrior at all - because this was the only chance he could see since they attacked that would let him hold onto that.

Get across the river. Win against one of the three opponents waiting… and he’d be a warrior.

Two victories would be better - he’d be able to rank as a Star Commander. Not a common accomplishment for those not bred in the iron wombs.

And if he made a clean sweep of them… Star Captain. Almost as high as it was plausible to rise - and to do so on your first Trial was an exceptional accomplishment.

Truthfully, he hungered for that. To leap up and show the Diamond Sharks that he wasn’t just a bandit who had lucked into their ranks. To have their respect… or at least their fear.

But one thing at a time. Each step from here to there was a simple one and had little impact on the next. Oh, he’d want to avoid damage if he could to be better able to beat the next opponent, but taking damage you could avoid was never wise anyway.

The river. Get past that first. If he was swept away… well, too bad. If not, then he could worry about fighting.

There was a slam as the door to the room was opened. “It is time,” Instructor Baracus declared flatly. “Step outside.”

Vale was at the door first. Ace didn’t contest her for the ‘honor’ of exiting first, squaring his shoulders and then following her outside.

It was cold - they were in the north of Babylon and the local season matched very closely with the Terran standard season - based, for reasons Ace hadn’t been able to find out, on the northern hemisphere. There were no trees near the river, the local vegetation was little different from that at the training camp further to the south - mostly moss and low shrubs that could resist the heavy winds. Ace’s jumpsuit kept him fairly warm, but his cheeks and hands already stung a little in the wind.

Baracus studied them for a moment. “You have been briefed on what to do,” he reminded them. “But not why. Diamond Sharks are not merely killers - we must also think and calculate. To understand the data in our possession. Tell me, Val. Why do we require freeborn cadets to swim like this, when trueborn warriors do not?”

“Because we are not trueborn. By taking a place in the touman, we deny a trueborn the chance to prove their worth for the next generation. We must prove ourselves better.”

The old warrior gave no indication whether he agreed or disagreed. He just turned to Ace. “You have had less time to prepare. Are you afraid?”

“Yes,” he said honestly.

Val spat on the ground but Baracus shrugged. “Most freeborn are. But what are you afraid of?”

Ace gave him a challenging look. “Failure.”

“Not death.” The instructor concluded. “This is a poor test for you. The cold of the river is to give cadets a taste of death, before they face that in the trial by combat. But you have felt death already, as most of our trueborn cadets do. We tell them less of what they will face in the trial, to make them face the unknown - as freeborn cadets have already done by entering the warrior caste.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Neg.” Baracus smiled for the first time, white teeth against his black skin. “Clan law dictates only the trial between warriors. The rest is custom. All Clans have their own ways.” He raised his hand and waved towards the river. “You may begin.”

Ace blinked, but Val darted for the water.

“Are you giving up?” Baracus asked him calmly.

Ace broke into a run, chasing after Val and swearing inside his head. Why were there always mind-games?

By the time he reached the water, the other cadet was already knee deep and splashing out to the point that she would be able to swim. The first step into the river had water soak into Ace’s boot, chilling him already. He slowed from a run to a deliberate walk. He hadn’t watched the others’ tests, just heard the results, but just looking at the river he could tell it would have a shallower shore on this side and get deep further on. Falling here would probably mean a painful impact with the stoney riverbed.

Val dove forwards and began swimming, a fast crawl over the width of the river. Ace kept wading, keeping upright as long as he could, hoping the better traction against the riverbed - as well as having his upper body out of the cold water - would pay off.

Unfortunately this didn’t seem to be the case and the gap widened and widened until, the water almost up to his own arm-pits, Val caught hold of a shrub on the far bank and started pulling herself up and out of the river. She’d been swept fifty or so yards down the river, but she’d made it.

I’ve lost the race, Ace thought coldly, almost as cold as the water around him. Alright. Don’t make a fuss, accept it and move on. I don’t have to win to pass, I just need to get across. We’re not being timed.

He looked across the river at the two omnimechs that were waiting. Low-slung Novas - turned back on so that he couldn’t see their armament from here. Older omnimechs, but nonetheless omnimechs. The Diamond Sharks did not stint in giving cadets the chance to prove themselves with frontline equipment, even if freeborn warriors might never get another chance at using them.

Then Ace dug his toes in, pushed himself forward and rolled over onto his back. The river had already been tugging him downstream, now he had no traction to block that - only the pressure against his left side so that he knew roughly what direction he was going on.

Not being able to see anything but the sky was disorientating, but his limited swimming experience had taught him that this was the best way to keep his mouth above the water, leaving him able to gulp down air. Drinking the cold river water if he got his timing wrong while swimming face forwards would be disastrous.

The entire process was disorientating, and he felt himself going numb as he kicked his legs and sculled with his arms, trying to angle himself against the current. He had no idea how long it took before his hands hit mud and came away with a handful of soft, wet soil.

Ace rolled again, settled down on his knees and then almost rolled again as the river kept pushing at him. He threw his arms out, grabbed for something - anything - on the bank and dug his hands into the mud. Eventually, with what seemed like herculean effort, he dragged himself up and out of the water.

Lying on the grassy bank, he panted for air. No rush, was there?

Or was there? Presumably they wouldn’t wait forever. He’d get up in a moment.

Just a moment.

He’d catch his breath and…

With a groan he threw his legs to one side and rode that moment up to get onto his front. Arms down, push himself upright and Ace was moving again.

One of the Novas was already in motion. Val had got even further ahead of him. He could see the ‘mech’s arms now - each ended in an articulated hand, surrounded by half-a-dozen muzzles. A Nova Prime - the most common payload. Twelve medium lasers - enough firepower to tear through the frontal armor of almost anything on the battlefield, if you could concentrate the firepower. Much like the Hunchback IIC he’d fought, it prioritized firepower - but using all twelve lasers at once would overwhelm the cooling system, almost surely shutting down the reactor. That meant a choice between using only a few lasers at a time or making sure that your barrage was truly decisive.

He scrambled up the slope towards the other Nova. It would have to be another variant, there would be no point presenting a choice if there wasn’t a difference. Not that he had a choice in whether or not he took it.

No hands, he realized as he reached the ‘mech. Each arm ended in a single muzzle - and they were both relatively short and stubby - so it was the next most common configuration, the Nova A with an Extended Range PPC in each arm. The torso would have a pulse laser for back-up, but more importantly it had a pair of anti-missile system.

“Thanks, Val,” he gasped out, leaning against the leg. The prime configuration was the ideal for a Clan warrior, with effectively three times the firepower… but if he’d had the choice then he’d rather have the A-configuration. The extra range would be useful, and the anti-missile systems would be useful for survivability. Important if he managed to fight through more than one opponent.

Still dripping mud, Ace pulled himself up the handholds built into the leg, careful not to slip, and hauled himself up to the cockpit hatch. Fortunately it had been left open for him. Or for Val, if she’d chosen this.

He almost tumbled into the seat, landing with his feet up on the inactive consoles. Drawing them back, Ace straightened himself and started plugging the coolant cables and medical sensors in. It wouldn’t be a good idea to mix them up - firing two Extended Range PPCs would be brutal in terms of heat, so having coolant fluid cycling through his mechwarriors jumpsuit’s tiny capillaries was vital.

Of course, until he had some heat going, the sensation of cold liquid, thicker than it would be when warm, pressed against him was alarmingly like the swim. Ace thumbed the reactor switch and pulled on the neurohelmet, much lighter than the one he’d used in his mother’s Griffin. Tightening the chin-strap, he could see systems lighting up one after the other on the diagnostics.

“Reactor, online,” the computer reported. “Sensors, online.” A tactical map popped up, icons marking in red the opposition prepared for he and Val. Five in red… where was the sixth? Then he realised that there was no blue marker for the other cadet. Had she been defeated already? In that case, she must have managed one kill - if she was alive then she had her desire: she was a warrior. “Weapons online,” the automated voice reported. And then: “All systems, nominal.”

The controls were live in Ace’s hands and he kicked the Nova into motion, feeling the heat of the reactor beneath and behind him, the chill of the coolant fading as it reached something closer to his body-temperature.

Two of the five enemy ‘mechs were withdrawing - presumably Val’s opponents. In the absence of a general melee, they would play no further role. That left him facing a Thresher, a Stormcrow and a Wyvern. Two battlemechs and an Omnimech. The Wyvern was the lightest, slower than the Nova, almost as well armored and with a mixed armament useful at almost every range. It was also moving forwards, clearly nominating itself as his first adversary.

That was customary, but Ace guessed that the Stormcrow would be the most dangerous of the three. If he was going to fight any of them with his full armor, then the fast, deadly omnimech would be the one. And right now, holding back it wasn’t really taking him seriously. After all, the Wyvern was the one he had to fight first.

But until shots were exchanged, that wasn’t established. Under zellbrigen, the traditional code of conduct for Clan warriors, there was still a chance for Ace to impose his own order on the battlefield. Opening the throttle, he pushed the Nova forwards suddenly, disrupting the Wyvern’s attempt to get a weapons lock on him. The Stormcrow didn’t react immediately, perhaps feeling that it didn’t have to - he was still outside what was normally considered effective range for their weapons.

But effective range and actual reach were two different things - particularly against someone who wasn’t taking evasive action. Ace dialed up the magnification of his visual display and moved the crosshairs over the bird-like Omnimech’s cockpit - conveniently near its centre of mass.

He fired each of the ER PPCs as it crossed the mark, two beams of blazing charged particles crossing the distance to the enemy OmniMech in a fraction of a second.

One of the beams missed, sizzling past the Stormcrow with less than a meter to spare.

But the other hit right on the frontal canopy. At this range it had dispersed and the energy transfer was only sixty or seventy percent of its full power…

But that was more than enough to sear through the armor glass and incinerate the mechwarrior inside.

“One down,” Ace muttered to himself as the Stormcrow toppled gracefully over. The air inside the cockpit was warm, but it was nothing compared to what the Griffin he was accustomed to had subjected him to.

“Inbound missiles,” the computer reported dispassionately, and he heard the anti-missile systems chatter, hurling flechettes up and at the inbound warheads. Explosions wreathed the Nova briefly as the Wyvern engaged him, but most of them were missiles detonating short of him. Of more concern was the Wyvern’s large laser, which carved a trench across one shoulder. The armor diagram went from the green of undamaged to orange in an instant - one more hit there of that magnitude would likely cause serious damage.

Ace slammed his feet down on the jumpjets, hurling the Nova skywards on a column of fire. To spare himself some heat, he only fired the right-most PPC, firing down at an angle at the Wyvern, which was swinging sideways to try to evade return fire from the ground.

The shot didn’t connect with the head-mounted cockpit, sparing the mechwarrior the death his comprade had suffered. But it did smash into the Wyvern’s right shoulder, shattering armor plating from the joint right down to the elbow. The arm jerked spasmodically, myomers contracting and extending wildly as the electrical charges bled through it.

More missiles arched upwards towards Ace as he landed the Nova, expending some the last plasma built up for them to half-turn him. He landed off balance, the Nova staggering before its large, flat feet were properly under it. But that didn’t stop clouds of flechettes from being hurled upwards from the anti-missile systems, cutting more than half the missiles away before they could hit him.

Ace backed away, keeping half an eye on the charge indicator for his jumpjets. The temperature inside the Nova was dropping down from the yellow range but he decided not to push his luck and fired again, this time with the PPC in his right arm.

The Wyvern mechwarrior threw up the damaged right arm to block the shot, sacrificing the limb in order to protect the core of his ‘mech.

It worked, after a fashion, but it also cost the Diamond Shark warrior one of only two long-range weapons he had. And the other was a single LRM launcher - something that the anti-missile systems could reduce to almost total uselessness.

Ace fired his jumpjets again, throwing the Nova backwards and away from the Wyvern. From here it would be a matter of playing keep away, punching away at the Wyvern from beyond its effective ability to retaliate - an echo of how he had similarly dealt with Blake Hawker.

“Enough.”

For a moment, he thought he was imagining the Diamond Shark Star Captain’s voice.

But then: “He has you - this is how he fights, quiaff?”

“Star Captain…” Ace didn’t know the woman’s voice, but he could recognise that she was reluctant to commit either way.

“Aff, Star Commander. Do not be ashamed.” Ace’s tactical computer pinpointed the source: the Thresher that was closing in behind the Wyvern. “He has defeated me in a similar way. That is how he earned his place here.”

Ace kept bounded backwards again, but the Wyvern slowed its advance, lagging back to leave it outside of easy reach. Although unlike the Stormcrow pilot, she was still moving evasively in case he tried for an opportunistic extreme range shot again.

“Are you ordering me to concede, Star Captain?”

“Neg. Fight if you believe you can win. But if continuing to fight is simply wasting the Clan’s resources…”

Ace let the Nova finishing cooling, moving only evasively.

“Cadet,” the woman announced. “I recognise my defeat. I have bid poorly and will not prolong this.”

He eyed the two battlemechs and then activated his own transmitter. “Star Commander, I offer hegira. You are an honorable adversary. Perhaps in the future we will fight together against our Clan’s rivals.”

“I doubt that,” she replied. “Being forced to accept hegira by a freeborn cadet will mar my codex forever.”

The Wyvern turned sharply and began stalking away, its gait not so smooth as it had been earlier. Still, at least she was returning to the repair bays under her own power.

“It has been some time, cadet.” Blake Hawker moved his Thresher closer, but kept his weapons not quite aimed at Ace’s Nova. “Neg… I err. It has been some time, Star Commander.”

Ace felt a warm feeling at the recognition. “Thank you, Star Captain. I would not have had this opportunity without you.”

“Aff. You would not. And that reflects on my own codex. Do not think that I sent Tomori away to spare you. Only because you are my problem and I must contain the damage you are causing.”

“Damage? I… do not understand.”  Ace’s mind raced. He hadn’t considered for a second that Blake was here for anything beyond fighting him as the one of the opponents for the trial. And no doubt the Star Captain would fight as hard as he could - indeed, perhaps desiring a rematch against Ace. But this spoke of something more.

The bloodnamed Star Captain laughed bitterly. “I have been educated since our first meeting. My defeat against you is only a shame to me. One that I can perhaps live down in the future if I secure further victories. But by admitting you to Clan Diamond Shark, by giving an upstart bandit the chance to fight as one of us? That disgraces my Clan, my bloodhouse… and my Khan.”

The Thresher began to walk forwards. “Thus I am relegated to this obsolete battlemech. Thus, I am ordered to ensure that your career ends here. If you had had the good grace to fail, you could have lived on in obscurity. But now I must end you.”

Ace gritted his teeth. “So that is how it really is. So much for the honor of Clan Diamond Shark.”

“There is no deception here,” Blake Hawker told him. “Battle, as always, will be the final argument. Kill me, and no one will question the outcome. But if you cannot kill me then rest assured, I will not give you a second chance.”

“Until someone else is assigned to get rid of me.”

“Defeat me and you will be a Star Captain. And you will have bested more than three times the tonnage of your own ‘mech. That has its own distinction, which you should have been taught.”

“Deathstrike!” Ace exclaimed. The Deathstrike Award, a medal granted only to Diamond Shark warrior who had - as Blake said - defeated such steep odds in a single battle.

“Aff. A trueborn who has won that would almost certainly be posted to the Khan’s own galaxy. But even a freeborn warrior who has it will be too visible for anyone to take obvious action against you.”

“Win or die.”

Hawker chuckled darkly. “That is the way of the Clans. Only the mediocre believe otherwise.”

And then his targeting systems went live and the sixty-ton Thresher hurled itself towards Ace’s lighter ‘mech, weapons firing furiously as they came into range.

Ace was hardly caught off guard, but the Thresher was currently too fast to use his previous targets and thus he had little choice but to switch his approach.

The Thresher’s autocannon raged, tracer fire marking the path of shells tearing through the air towards Ace. He couldn’t quite dance aside, although he did avoid some of the fire. Craters formed across the Nova’s torso and one leg as he fired the PPCs one after the other, staggering the shots slightly.

Rather than trying anything complicated, he aimed for the broad front of the Thresher, the simplest center of mass shots. Both struck - one dead center of the chest, the second off to the left - under the autocannon mount.

Ace twisted the Nova, trying to avoid the Thresher’s lasers, not bothering to try to bring his own torso mounted laser to bear. He managed to evade one of the three, but Hawker’s mech had pulse lasers in each arm - accurate weapons that had a much more flexible range of fire due to their mounting.

Pulses of coherent light ripped away armor from the Nova’s right arm and he was lucky not to lose the capacitors for the PPC there entirely - as it was, the weapon would be charging more slowly after the shot that was already being charged up. More pulses burned into armor plating just below Ace’s cockpit, the energy transfer rattling the medium ‘mech and throwing him against his padded restraints.

The anti-missile systems did their usual work, swatting almost all the SRMs from the Thresher aside, and then Hawker was arching to one side, keeping the Nova in his optimum range while he prepared for a second barrage.

Perhaps he thought that Ace would try to open up the range, pitting his two ER PPCs against the single autocannon. If so, he was right to think that the Thresher’s accelerated myomers would be more than enough on this open ground to overcome any such efforts and Ace didn’t have the slightest intention of trying that.

Instead, the young mechwarrior dug the Nova’s feet into the ground and came to an abrupt halt, turning and folding the Nova’s legs beneath him. The bird-like limbs let him drop the ‘mech’s torso almost to the ground… and with a very stable firing platform he unleashed both ER PPCs at point blank range, aiming at one of the marks left by his earlier shots.

The Thresher’s full firepower crashed over and past the Nova without hitting, while the two particle beams both hammered right into the damage left beneath its autocannon, then through the armour and into the ammunition feeds.

With a roar of internal detonations, the heavier ‘mech was torn in two. The right arm went flying, the rest of the ‘Mech fell to one knee, missing half the chest and with the reactor shielding visibly compromised - even if the infrared signature soaring hadn’t been enough of a clue.

The cockpit, mounted near the left shoulder, had survived intact though. As had Blake Hawker, and as Ace waited for the PPCs to charge, one notably slower than the other, the Thresher pushed itself upright.

There were no last words. Hawker fired the two lasers left to him - the extended range laser in the chest carved across the armorglass of Ace’s cockpit, sending cracks across the transparent material while the pulse laser severed the right arm when Ace threw it up protectively.

And then Ace fired the PPC in his left arm and ripped through what was left of the Thresher’s reactor.

Star Captain Blake Hawker burned as the air around his ‘mech ignited.

Star Captain Ace added two more objectives to his little list of things to do. Survive. And take revenge.
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« Reply #33 on: 01 April 2023, 16:20:44 »
I can only wonder how these two threads will cross eventually...  8)

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« Reply #34 on: 01 April 2023, 16:55:09 »
Ver nice story update!  I like how the new Primus Wei Rong is getting new people into positions of power that are not so Pro-Waterly.  I liked how Star Captain Ace won his Trial of Position and I am looking forward to see which Dimond Shark unit he gets assigned too.  I wonder if he will be able to take revenge on the person that ordered Blake Hawker to his death.

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« Reply #35 on: 01 April 2023, 17:18:31 »
Man, there is no universe in which Joe Buckley catches a break.
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« Reply #36 on: 01 April 2023, 17:56:24 »
The IFS bit about Justin Allard implies that they have a mole in MIIO, or just let the FC do the job while they concentrate their work on the FedComs?

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« Reply #37 on: 01 April 2023, 19:35:24 »
Ouch.  Thats one talented ex-Bandit.
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« Reply #38 on: 01 April 2023, 19:38:38 »
  I have to ask who Peter Maurice Hayman is?
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« Reply #39 on: 02 April 2023, 01:07:18 »
  I have to ask who Peter Maurice Hayman is?
My uncle passed away on Thursday night.
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« Reply #40 on: 02 April 2023, 01:37:37 »
My uncle passed away on Thursday night.

My condolences.
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« Reply #41 on: 02 April 2023, 05:49:25 »
Nice continuation of this story, drakensis.

Also my condolences for your uncle's death as well.

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« Reply #42 on: 02 April 2023, 06:29:09 »
My uncle passed away on Thursday night.

My condolences.
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« Reply #43 on: 02 April 2023, 06:35:07 »
Condolences indeed.  This is a fine tribute!

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« Reply #44 on: 02 April 2023, 09:30:07 »
Drakensis

Sorry for your loss, and thank you for the stories.
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« Reply #45 on: 02 April 2023, 09:44:27 »
Ace will have to work hard to survive though, his origins will ensure that he will have plenty of challenges  from within the Clan and the outside. Also, his mother was trashborn, so in theory he has a right to a Bloodname, if the Clan she was originally from learns about this, they try their best to kill him. His upcoming learning curve will thus be even steeper than in the sibko, but he is a fast learner.
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« Reply #46 on: 02 April 2023, 11:04:21 »
Ace will have to work hard to survive though, his origins will ensure that he will have plenty of challenges  from within the Clan and the outside. Also, his mother was trashborn, so in theory he has a right to a Bloodname, if the Clan she was originally from learns about this, they try their best to kill him. His upcoming learning curve will thus be even steeper than in the sibko, but he is a fast learner.

There´s a MechWarrior Ace in Phelan´s star of the 13th Wolf Guards during the Battle of Tukayyid. I wonder if this Ace is supposed to be that one; the Wolves in general and Natasha Kerensky in particular would certainly be more amenable to Ace being a warrior among them than his current clan.
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« Reply #47 on: 02 April 2023, 11:10:31 »
Drakensis,  sorry to hear of your loss.

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« Reply #48 on: 02 April 2023, 11:11:23 »
My condolences on your uncle.

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« Reply #49 on: 02 April 2023, 12:33:53 »
Sorry for your loss.
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« Reply #50 on: 02 April 2023, 13:57:07 »
My condolences on your family's and your loss.

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« Reply #51 on: 02 April 2023, 17:58:22 »
  My condolences to you and your family.
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« Reply #52 on: 02 April 2023, 20:05:33 »
Sorry to hear of your loss, drakensis.  My condolences to you and your family.
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« Reply #53 on: 02 April 2023, 20:20:32 »
I'm so sorry for your loss.
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« Reply #54 on: 02 April 2023, 21:56:01 »
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« Reply #55 on: 03 April 2023, 04:15:49 »
Sorry for you loss first.

Ace is going to be a ristar whether they like it or not and of course they make him hate his new clan rather than make him a asset. Those trueborn codex will not be marred save by fools as Ace proves himself again and again unless sabotaged. And the poor new Primus? I wonder how long before it slips out just what happened and what she is doing is trying to be true to Blakes original goals and also break up crazy power blocks and reform before poison concentrates again. She is functionally a God sent reformer that might actually save the organization.

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Opalescent Reflections

Dealer’s Choice
Chapter 2

Eagle Crater, New Kent
Kerensky Cluster, Clan Homeworlds
19 May 3047


Blue-white ‘mechs and gray-green ‘mechs were dancing, each having picked a partner to duel with as the Trial of Possession began.

Ace had expected this, it was exactly what his training on Babylon had described, but he couldn’t help but feel it bore little resemblance to the tactics described in the SLDF manuals he’d reach back at the Castrum. That wasn’t an observation that he should probably share with his fellow officers though, quiaff?

Aff, he thought and speared another Elemental with a shot from one of his PPCs.

He’d bid thirteen of the ‘mechs in Echo Trinary to protect the mineral shipment, along with four points of elementals. The Steel Vipers trying to take it off them had only brought twelve omnimechs, but they had a full six points of Elementals with them and the armored infantry were swarming past the defenders - no one could seriously expect infantry to take on ‘mechs in single combat and the outnumbered Diamond Shark elementals couldn’t contain the threat.

In response, Ace had let his other Mechwarriors take on the duels - led by Star Commander Tomori. Having a warrior he’d bested in his Trial of Position come under his command had been… an interesting challenge. From her point of view, being sent to Lambda Spina Galaxy’s Fifteenth Cruiser Cluster was a step down but from Ace’s it was better than being sent to one of the garrison Clusters like Val and other freeborn graduates.

Tomori had experience he was eager to draw on. She’d fought and won the right to use one of the trinary’s Mad Dog omnimechs and was currently handling a Steel Viper Mad Dog very well. Ace picked off two of the Elementals trying to harass her with his PPCs. That was what seemed needed to deal with the infantry assault - his anti-missile systems meant that he could largely ignore their SRMs and as long as he kept mobile they couldn’t swarm over him at close range.

A Wyvern exploded and Ace spun his Nova - he’d kept what worked for him in the Trial of Position - as a Steel Viper Battle Cobra moved through to take advantage of winning its duel and take the pressure off the Elementals. Two particle beams lashed out at Ace, marking which configuration the smaller Omnimech was in. One of them raked along the side of the Nova’s torso and his displays flickered as the electromagnetic pulses of the beam disrupted his electronics briefly.

The other shot missed clean and Ace brought his own ER PPCs to bear, aiming slightly below the center mass, at where the paint of the Steel Viper’s Alpha Galaxy had already been scoured away by battle damage. The Battle Cobra was moving sluggishly - he suspected the cooling system simply wasn’t as much as was needed to deal with a pair of PPCs, unlike his own - and both shots bit into the waist ring that supported the more or less triangular torso.

The Battle Cobra’s left leg parted ways with the rest of the ‘mech and the Steel Viper warrior plowed facefirst into the snowy slopes.

Ace considered leaving it at that, but the Steel Viper was part of the Fourth Viper Guards, one of the most elite units in the Clan’s touman. New Kent was the Steel Viper touman and they periodically took offense at the fact that other Clans had enclaves on the world. Deploying elements of Lambda Galaxy here had been intended to deter another round of that - if the Vipers got no traction when they probed the Shark enclave, they were unlikely to double down.

Seeing the Battle Cobra trying to prop itself up with one arm, to engage with the PPC in the other arm, Ace took advantage of its relative immobility and fired both PPCs again, severing the arm being used for support. The forty ton omnimech slammed into the snow again, which was already melting under the heat being radiated, and this time the mechwarrior took the hint and shut their reactor down, the traditional sign of surrender.

Other ‘mechs were beginning to fall. Ace blew an Elemental apart as they tried to breach the cockpit of Mechwarrior Alexander’s Griffin - a far more advanced ‘mech than those that Ace and his mother had once possessed. No longer distracted, Alexander was able to salvo his LRMs into one of the Steel Vipers’ Viper Omnimech - a fast moving but lightly armed and armored design that had ferried in some of the Elementals. The Viper’s torso was ripped open and it pulled back out of range.

“Alexander, handle the Elementals on the right flank,” Ace ordered as he saw the Griffin turn to try to engage a Mad Dog. He turned his own Nova and fired both ER PPCs into a point trying again to swarm over Tomori. Only one of the beams struck, but the other four Elementals broke off their attack, well aware that Ace would tear them apart given the chance.

“Acknowledged,” Alexander responded in an offended tone, but he obeyed and the Griffin swung out, lasers and LRMs tearing into a fight that was now just beginning to turn in the favor of the Diamond Sharks. Adding a ‘mech to that flank sent the Steel Viper Elementals into retreat -  none of Alexander’s arsenal could tear through an Elemental suit with one shot the way Ace’s PPCs could, but most of the Elementals had taken enough damage that they had to honor the threat.

The Steel Viper Mad Dog didn’t take well to being ignored and tried to follow Alexander but Tomori’s opponent slumped to the ground, both torso mounted missile launchers pounded to wreckage by the Gauss Rifles she’d equipped on her own Mad Dog. Without prompting, the Star Commander turned to cover Alexander - exactly as Ace had been about to order.

A good subordinate was invaluable, he concluded.

Seven Steel Viper ‘mechs were still fighting, against nine Diamond Sharks - and the elementals on his right flank were winning now that they had Alexander’s Griffin backing them up.

Alexander turned his attention to the left flank and walked PPC fire along the Elemental forces trying to break past his own Elementals. One - two - three - four. Only one of the shots missed and an already depleted Point was reduced to one survivor, opening up the chance for Point Commander Olaf to rush forward with two survivors of his own force to outflank the survivors.

“Star Captain, the enemy commander is breaking bid,” came a warning on the command channel.

Ace fired his jumpjets to avoid any incoming fire and opened up his tactical display. There were Steel Viper ‘mechs - the rest of the Fourth Viper Guards - up on the ridge overlooking the battle. In the other direction, the rest of the Fifteenth Cruiser Cluster were doing the same.

Nothing on the ridge seemed to be moving. “Star Colonel, I do not see anything.”

“We have their codes,” Star Colonel Ulna Oshika informed him. She sounded amused. “Now they are arguing over the decision.”

Ace rolled his eyes. “Can you inform me what they will commit if their Star Colonel approves, quiaff?”

“Aff. It is the Star Colonel you are facing,” Ulna told him, all but laughing. “Congratulations, Star Captain. You are exceeding expectations. An additional eight ‘mechs will be committed.”

In the same situation, Ace would only have the other two ‘mechs of his trinary but also nine more points of elementals - his original bid of one trinary of each. This wasn’t good. It would take a while for the elementals to arrive, much longer than it would take the Steel Viper ‘mechs.

“Star Colonel,” he requested as the Nova landed and he turned towards the fight. “Please move Beta Trinary forward twenty meters.”

“You did not bid Beta Trinary,” the Star Colonel reminded him.

“I know. I just want them… out of the path of my reinforcements. You will approve my breaking my own bid if the Steel Vipers do, quiaff?”


There was a pause and then Ulna did laugh. “Aff, Star Captain. If they do.”

“Star Captain, I am unable to keep fighting.” Mechwarrior Fritz was back-pedaling his Rifleman away from a Steel Viper Hellbringer. Both the arms of the blue-and-white Rifleman were missing.

Ace didn’t see anyone else who could step in and moved forwards himself. “Shut down, Fritz. I have this.” With reinforcements impending from both sides, they couldn’t afford to let someone breakthrough.

The Hellbringer’s armour had been slashed up by the Rifleman’s pulse lasers, but it opened fire on Ace with its Gauss Rifle and autocannon as he moved to intercept it. The hypersonic metal slug of the gauss rifle slammed into the Nova’s hip, throwing him off his pace, but slowing him enough that the shells from the autocannon missed.

In return Ace fired first his right ER PPC and then followed up with a shot from the left. The first shot smashed into the Hellbringer’s chest, tearing open some of the structural beams holding the ‘mech together, but the second caught the gauss rifle’s capacitors, which exploded under the charged particles. Lightning crackled up and around the right side of the sixty-five ton Omnimech.

That only left the Hellbringer with its autocannon and the SRM launchers on the right shoulder. The missiles weren’t in range yet, but there were enough of them that they might overwhelm Ace’s anti-missile system. He ducked back, staying out of SRM range and aiming for the Hellbringer’s remaining shoulder with the PPC in his right arm.

The Steel Viper dodged and the particle beam went high, obliterating a searchlight mounted above the shoulder. Its return fire obliterated the silver diamonds marking Ace’s kills so far, but didn’t do much more than shred paint.

Ace fired his jumpjets and then, from the apogee of his jump, he dropped the crosshairs over the center of the Hellbringer and fired both PPCs. The thermal signature of the Nova surged and he saw amber lights marking that the myomers were at the point that he wouldn’t have full mobility.

It was a moot point when it came to the Hellbringer. Both beams hit the chest and ripped through the reactor and gyro assembly. Reeling drunkenly, the heavier ‘mech finally tumbled backwards and cooled down as the reactor shut down.

From his landing spot, Ace ducked the Nova down and looked for the Steel Viper reinforcements. Nothing seemed to be moving in.

“Warriors of Clan Diamond Shark,” a man declared over the open channel. “I recognise your victory and we withdraw our claim upon the mineral shipment.”

It wasn’t the same Steel Viper officer who had commanded the original force - Star Colonel Grimaldi, presumably - so who was this?

“Warriors of Clan Steel Viper,” Ace replied on the same channel. “You may withdraw from the field with honor if you are able, and if not you will find a place as bondsmen of Clan Diamond Shark.”

“Andrews, you traitor!” Grimaldi shouted.

“Strong words from a Diamond Shark bondsman,” the first man declared. “You have been defeated, Soren Grimaldi - and I see no reason to grant your request for reinforcements.”

So this is why they aren’t moving, Ace realized. Andrews is ridding himself of his commander, declining him support. I might find myself on the receiving end of this someday - better watch my back.

“If you cannot defeat a second-line unit, Grimaldi, you are unfit to lead us,” Andrews continued. “No doubt their commander will be highly honored for defeating the Fourth Viper Guards, while your legacy will be disgraced.”

Ace watched the Steel Vipers pulling back. So this was victory - it felt rather empty when it was as much due to enemy infighting as his own efforts. He looked down at the man climbing out of the cockpit of the Hellbringer. “Who was that backstabbing surat?” he asked on his speakers, focusing his external audio sensors on the man.

The Star Colonel slumped against what was left of his ‘mech. “Star Captain Brett Andrews. And who is it who has taken me as their bondsman.”

“Star Captain Ace, of Clan Diamond Shark.”

The man looked startled. “You are unblooded? What bloodhouse claims you?”

That was an interesting question. His mother was trueborn, so as a maternal descendent Ace would presumably be able to claim membership of one of the Burrock bloodhouses. He should probably find out which one. “I have no idea.”

“...freebirth…” the Star Colonel swore. He reached up to his helmet and tapped something. “Andrews,” he sneered, voice going out on the channel. “I may never see you again, but at least you have shown your qualities. You feared to engage an unblooded freebirth commander. When the Sharks boast of this, you will be a laughingstock.”

“....impossible!” Andrews voice replied. “No freebirth could best our finest warriors!”

Grimaldi laughed. And then Ace saw that the man had drawn his sidearm. “I will face my shame, I hope you bear yours for years!”

Before Ace could even try to do anything about it (not that he could have done much while inside his cockpit), the Steel Viper officer jammed the muzzle of his sidearm into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

“Star Captain Andrews,” Ace said slowly, looking away from the dead man. “Star Colonel Grimaldi has chosen bondsref over service to Clan Diamond Shark.”

“...was what he said true? You are not freeborn, quineg?”

“Aff. I am freeborn.”

“I knew the Diamond Sharks were degenerates who allowed freebirth among their warriors. But to put one in command… it is unthinkable!”

Ace looked at the Steel Vipers, still withdrawing. “Failure to think is why you are in retreat, Star Captain… from a freeborn commander.”



Sandhurst Castle Brian, Europe
Terra, Sol System
12 February 3048


Anastasius Focht’s office was a refuge from the flood of displays and earnest staff of the main command center. Wei Rong took a moment to stretch and rub her eyes before looking around. She saw the Precentor-Martial stood to the side, politely indicating for her to go past him and take the seat behind the desk.

“Please don’t be ridiculous,” she told him lightly. “This is your office, not mine.”

“You remain my superior,” he said seriously.

Wei could imagine that Myndo Waterly would have disliked sitting in front of someone else’s desk, feeling she should not be subordinate to anyone. She gestured towards the three armchairs off to the side. “A compromise then?”

The Precentor Martial bowed his head slightly, and then insisted in pulling one of the chairs into position for her. They were of the (centuries old) modern style - stainless steel and padded faux-leather - but certainly a cut above the merely institutional. Wei doubted that the ComGuards budgeted had been strained by providing some comfort and she let Focht have his way in this.

“I hope you found the presentation informative,” he said seriously once he was sitting facing her.

“I understood perhaps half of it,” Wei admitted. “Maybe less. At some point it sounded as the ComGuards are the fourth largest armed forces in the Inner Sphere. I assume I’m misunderstanding - we can’t possibly be able to afford that.”

Focht studied her seriously. “On a few narrow indices, yes, the ComGuards are between the Capellans and the Free Worlds League in military strength. But in others very much not.”

“I had a feeling that this would be complicated.” She gripped the arms of the chair. “This is something that I think I need to understand better.”

“The one way in which we might be said to be the largest military is the scope of our activities.” The Precentor Martial used his hands to describe a circle. “There are detachments of the ComGuards operating across the entire Inner Sphere and much of the near Periphery. Even excluding the support for the Explorer Corps’ missions into the deeper Periphery, that’s a larger scale of operations than anyone has attempted since the Star League Defense Force.”

Wei nodded. “Which isn’t a new thing, as I understand it. Our stations and enclaves have always needed protection against piracy.”

“Indeed. Pirates aren’t usually concerned about the prospect of being interdicted,” Focht confirmed. “Most HPG stations have had a Level II of mechanized infantry - four infantry Level I and two light tanks - since the early Second Succession War. Sometimes less for the more secure HPGs such as those on national capitals, but we need some security against local terrorists, protestors or simply difficult customers. That on its own is a huge commitment - there are over two thousand HPG stations, and including support personnel, it ties up almost half a million ComGuards personnel, which was the historical baseline of our manpower up until the 3030s.”

“Almost up until you took over,” Wei noted.

“The expansion began a few years before I joined the order. However, that deployment alone constituted the First and Second Level VI units.”

“Calling them levels must get confusing,” she said suspiciously. “Is that really what the troops call them?”

“On the paperwork.” Focht nodded. “In practise, we are quite tolerant of those calling a Level II unit a demi-company, and so on up through battalion, brigade, division and then army.”

“Which would be a Level VI - the units you mentioned earlier?”

“Correct. Each level increases the size of the unit by six. So six divisions, thirty-six brigades, two hundred and sixteen battalions… is a single Army.”

“And these days there are how many of these armies?”

“Four out of a projected five armies, if Primus Waterly’s plans are completed,” Focht admitted. “She projected the idea of four armies, each combining local security forces and a mobile striking force across a quarter of the Inner Sphere, with a fifth army stationed on Terra and the surrounding worlds to provide security and an operational reserve.”

“The numbers are daunting,” Wei admitted and then frowned. “How does that really compare to the forces of the Successor States though?”

“The usual comparison of strength between the States is the number of BattleMech regiments,” he told her. “Since the ComGuards don’t field regiments in the same way, it’s hard to provide an exact comparison but we have fifty brigades that are primarily built around Battlemechs and supporting forces, which would be about comparable to a regiment from most of the Great Houses.”

“Fifty. Compared to the Federated Commonwealth’s… two hundred? Two hundred and fifty?” Wei shook her head. “That’s insane. We can’t possibly afford that. They have a thousand worlds or so, we have Terra, Mars, Venus and a few hundred city-sized enclaves.”

Focht smiled. “The equipment costs would have been crippling to build up,” he admitted. “However, the vast majority of the heavy military equipment is from SLDF stockpiles. Limited military production was established under Jerome Blake and Conrad Toyama’s leadership to supplement that, and that supported the ComGuards for centuries.”

“And how deep are the SLDF stockpiles?” she asked.

“Largely expended,” he admitted. “That’s one of the primary concerns the ComGuards face at this time. Production of the Ost-series designs is continuing, but if the ComGuards were called on to fight a campaign, we we would struggle to replace battlefield losses. We can fight a campaign, and I believe that it would go very well, but we cannot absorb reverses and our technological level isn’t high enough for me to assure you that there would be no reverses.”

“In essence, all the capital is used up.” Wei shook her head. “And she wanted half again as much expansion? Where was the money coming from?”

“I’m afraid that would be a question you’d have to discuss with Phi Division’s accountants,” Focht told her. “Production has risen since I took over - for example, Leopard Armor has been shipping us new Merkava Mk VIs - heavy tanks,” he added when she gave him a blank look, “since we lost access to the Brutus.”

“Where were you getting heavy tanks before?” The Brutus sounded vaguely familiar, but her knowledge of military equipment didn’t really touch on anything newer than the 29th century.

“The Brutus was rejected by the Capellans for purchase in 2998, for no reason I’m aware of,” Focht told her. “We bought most of the production for thirty years, replacing worn out SLDF equipment for the relatively few heavy armor units we had until then. And then Epsilon Eridani fell to the Federated Suns, who adore the design and buy every unit they can.”

“I see. So we lack… sustainability for the ComGuards at the moment?”

“Routine consumables are under control,” he confirmed. “But even without adding a fifth army, some new sources of equipment would be needed. It would let us build up a stock of replacements, and honestly some of the SLDF equipment we inherited could do with refits to use parts that are more available. The Thugs are all using Tiegart PPCs that are entirely out of production… that’s just an example, but refitting them to use Donals would save us money and technician time in the long run.”

She leant back in her chair. The Thug was at least something she was familiar with. “So our options are…?”

He ticked them off on his fingers. “We can maintain the ComGuards at the current level, but there is a degree to which we’d be brittle if anything goes badly wrong. We can continue the expansion, which will essentially require competing with the Great Houses for their own military production -”

Wei could imagine exactly how well that would go. Waterly’s term of office had done nothing for relations with the Federated Commonwealth, and almost every other state in the Inner Sphere was doing everything they could to defend against any future attacks by the super-states. There was nowhere nearer than Taurus that might have a surplus - and there she’d be up against mercenary buyers facing the same challenge.

“- or building up a substantial military production within our limited territory, which would no doubt be expensive. Finally, we can largely maintain our current strength and take more limited steps to rationalize the ComGuards and make them more sustainable from ComStar’s resources.”

“I take it you prefer the latter option?” She wasn’t blind to how he’d kept the option that at least sounded as if it had the least downsides until last.”

“Most of our troops are relatively inexperienced,” Focht admitted. “Training can only do so much. Taking the time to rotate battalions for anti-pirate duties along the Periphery and work out the logistical issue of the last ten year’s expansion would give us a much better foundation. Unless we’re actively courting hostilities against a major power, that would be my recommendation.”

Wei sniffed. “I’d prefer we could be assured of no hostilities ever, but that’s not realistically. I’m not sure if Waterly thought she could somehow compete with the Armed Force of the Federated Commonwealth, but unless you’re telling me that securing our existing enclaves isn’t feasible I’m entirely happy to move towards sustaining the ComGuards.”

He tilted his head, examining her with his one eye. “Are you considering downscaling the ComGuards?”

Striking directly at his powerbase when he was one of the major reasons she was alive? Um, no she hadn’t developed a suicidal tendency. “There’s an argument to be made that we need some coherent striking force available in case of another situation such as the Sarna HPG attack in 3029.” And she didn’t need to mention that some of the files she’d found suggested that it had not actually been the AFFS that obliterated the HPG station. That was political dynamite.

“My first concern is that we have sufficient force to protect the enclaves we’re responsible for. After that, the humanitarian work and pirate hunting is doing a great deal to improve ComStar’s image,” she said. “I realize that’s probably not something the ComGuards really want to think about fighting for, but on some level we’re basically a corporate monopoly and no one really likes paying for services. Making sure we’re not seen as exploitative matters for our security.”

“It would be possible to do more,” Focht offered. “We currently hold our enclaves if a world is under attack and launch punitive attacks on pirate bases if they’re located. It would be possible to extend cooperation to help planetary militias against outside attacks that aren’t affecting our own enclaves.”

“It would be important to make sure it’s only against pirates, but I’m willing to explore that,” she agreed. “What do you feel is necessary to… you said to rationalize the supply chains?”

“There are a number of options, but at the moment I’d say that the highest priority would be a jump-capable medium ‘mech - something that can keep up with the Ostsols and Ostrocs we’re already building and has limited munitions demands. Ideally something that shares parts with an in production design so we can support them from local spare parts. Even with the ComStar merchant fleet, sometimes Terra is inconveniently far away.”

“That’s a very specific set of ideas, do you have a design in mind?”

Focht smiled slightly. “The Griffin is one of the most common medium ‘mechs around and some of our technical staff have dug up the chassis variant used by the SLDF Royal Command. If what they say is true, judicious use of Star League technology could turn that into something that meets the ComGuard’s needs. I don’t insist on that though.

Wei shook her head in amusement. “Well, if your staff can put together a list of the highest priorities - starting with that - and I’ll see what we can get out of the budget. But I can tell you for now that unless the First Circuit is massively in favor of doing so, I don’t think scaling the ComGuards up or down much is going to happen in the short term. If we can’t protect our enclaves with the forces you have already then the proper solution seems to be qualitative not quantitative.”

“I’m glad that we agree.” Focht saluted her gravely. “The ComGuards have always been a shield for ComStar and I only hope to make them more effective in that role - not a sword for someone’s ambitions.”

“You needn’t look to me for those,” Wei told him drily. “Unless we get a sudden collapse of central political authority in one of the Successor States, or some sort of crisis along the periphery, we already have all the enclaves we can manage.”

“A scenario such as that you describe in your doctoral thesis?” he enquired.

“You read it?”

The white-haired man nodded. “I found it an interesting perspective of the subject, but perhaps too broad an overview without specifics. Admittedly, covering events across the entire Inner Sphere might have been too much without turning it into a book.”

“That was my plan, but running a full enclave and then the diplomatic duties on Canopus IV took up all my time,” Wei admitted. “I still have my notes but it was hard to get the research materials from the archives when I was that far away from Terra.”

“Well, you’re back on Terra now,” he pointed out.

“I don’t have the free time to get laid, never mind write a book,” she complained and then realized that was too far. “Perhaps I’ll retire and get back to research - we’ve got through the last year and a half without the galaxy collapsing.”

“Do you see someone as having sufficient support to displace you?”

Wei fell silent for a moment. “Not anyone I’m entirely comfortable with,” she admitted. “In theory it would require an unanimous vote of the First Circuit to remove me, but in practical terms a sufficient majority would make it impossible for me to function as Primus. If Buckley manages to reconstruct Myndo’s support base, you might be dealing with a call for further expansion.”

Focht nodded. “I can’t advise you on political strategy, but that would certainly come with costs that Phi Division would object to.”

“The Precentor of Phi Division has no vote on the First Circuit,” she sighed. “Unfortunately.”
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Re: Opalescent Reflections
« Reply #57 on: 03 April 2023, 15:59:30 »
Novy Terra, Strana Mechty
Kerensky Cluster, Clan Homeworlds
21 June 3048


The doorway leading into the Council Chamber had narrow mirrors mounted on the walls to either side of it. Ace used the one on the left to check his uniform as he waited to be called. He hadn’t worn this since his graduation - there had been no particular need. It was blue and green with black trim, with the half-cape - surprisingly comfortable. The founders had clearly seen no reason to make it cumbersome, since it was very possible that someone might be called on to fight in it.

Ace had seen some warriors wearing the full ceremonial uniform earlier, and that looked much less practical. Presumably they’d been on their way here, to the center of the Clan’s government. He wasn’t sure what to think about the idea of wearing that himself one day.

The face he saw in the mirror asked him if he was sure about this, but it was too late to step back. Putting the petition in had been the point of no return. Even if someone acted to remove it from the agenda, doing this was a challenge to his superiors.

And as Blake Hawker told him, now he would have to win or die. Failure wouldn’t kill him immediately, but it would follow, without any doubt.

The double doors opened and an elemental in the full ceremonial garb towered over Ace. “Star Captain Ace of the Fifteenth Cruiser Cluster, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“You are called before the Clan Council.” The man swept one arm commandingly and Ace walked past him and into the chamber beyond.

Tiered seating rose in a half-circle to his right, and ahead of him on a stage were throne-like seats for the Khans and the Loremaster. All three were occupied. And nearer to him was the small podium from which petitioners could speak, backed by a vast flatscreen covering almost the entire wall. Normally used for presentations, now it simply displayed the banner of Clan Diamond Shark.

“Our final petition,” Semi Kalasa announced from the loremaster’s throne. He’d never met her but she didn’t seem sympathetic or even interested. “Star Captain Ace, requesting leave of absence to attend a Trial of Bloodright hosted by Clan Burrock.”

Wait, that wasn’t right. Ace reached the podium and barely glanced at the ranked bloodnamed warriors of the Clan - seating for a thousand was about two-thirds full he thought. Many of the seats were occupied by holograms rather than living warriors though. Attending via telepresence because actually gathering so many senior officers in one place would bring parts of the Clan to a halt.

“A correction, Loremaster. To participate, not merely attend.”

“Know your place,” Kalasa snapped, holding up her datapad. “I know what I read.”

“And I know what I submitted,” Ace declared flatly. Something told him that showing hesitation here would be fatal. He had a datapad under his arm and dropped it on the podium.

Khan Ian Hawker gestured with one arm. “Enough, if someone mis-transcribed the petition it can be dealt with later. Let us settle this and be on with our duties.”

“Why,” a Star Colonel asked, standing up from where he sat near a group of Diamond Sharks who were wearing the formal dress of Merchant Factors. “Does one of our warriors need to come to the Clan Council to request this? He can hardly be in active combat, or Star Colonel Ochika would not be here, quineg?”

This is combat, in its way, thought Ace. “I made the first request to Star Colonel Ochika, which was declined.”

“Enough, Angus.” Ulni Ochika did not rise, in fact Ace could barely see her in the back ranks of the seating. “He does not qualify.”

The other Star Colonel looked amused. “He clearly disagrees.”

“The requirements to enter a Trial of Bloodright are not complicated,” declared a grim-faced woman. “You are an active warrior, quiaff?” she asked Ace.

“Aff.”

“Your matrilineal descent traces to the founder of your bloodhouse, quiaff?”

“Aff,” he said again.

But there was a “Neg,” from Ulni.

“Do we need a scientist to confirm this?” asked the Star Colonel - Angus, probably Angus Labov of Alpha Galaxy’s 21st Assault Cluster, thought Ace - sarcastically. “It should not be complicated and I cannot think of any reason I would refuse one of my warriors the chance at a Bloodname.”

Semi Kalasa tossed her datapad down onto the table beside her throne. “The Star Captain is freeborn. Thus he is not eligible to compete. Or does anyone wish to prove themselves by challenging centuries of precedent.”

“The only precedents are in my favor, loremaster,” Ace challenged her. “Freeborn warriors have held bloodnames before. And there is no record in the Clan’s archives of any petition to compete being refused the chance due to this.”

“Challenge me again, Star Captain, and we will settle our grievance with a trial,” Kalasa retorted, rising to her feet. “No petition has been denied because no freebirth has been so impudent as to try to claim a bloodname before. Your claim is an insult to everyone in this room!”

Ace met her glare and then set his own datapad. “The bloodright being trialed for next month was the first competed for by any descendant of Vladimir Enders. It was won by Susan Enders in 2824, and Susan Enders was the freeborn child of Vladimir Enders, defeating four trueborn children created from his DNA for the right. It is rare for a freeborn warrior to win a bloodname, but there is no law against it.”

“Custom is…”

“Custom,” the stern-faced woman from earlier cut off the loremaster. “Is not law, loremaster.”

Very notably, Semi Kalasa did not challenge the woman. Ian Hawker looked over. “You support this petition, Evangeline Clarke? Did I mistake your words?”

“No, my Khan.” The woman stepped out onto the floor. “I dare anyone to say they care more about the purity of our bloodnames than I. I dare you!” she roared suddenly, looking at the room.

No one spoke up for a moment, before Angus Labov - who had sat down earlier - chuckled. “None of us doubt you on that, Blood Angel. If you say that the law is on this warrior’s side… then it is.”

“No freeborn warrior has won a bloodright in thirty generations,” Clarke said confidently. “Our breeding programme produces superior warriors. But the laws have never changed: if this freebirth has the lineage of Vladimir Enders then he has the right to try.”

“To die trying,” Kaija Horn observed.

“Yes. As any of us would have, if we had failed on our roads to our bloodnames.” The woman looked at Ace coldly. “You have no chance, Star Captain. But you may try. And if this Council votes otherwise then I will challenge any odds to uphold that.”

“Just trying would make a joke of our Clan,” the saKhan. “You are a mighty warrior, Evangeline Clarke, but the Clans’ needs come first.”

Angus Labov spoke up again. “A joke? A warrior’s measure is his record.” He lifted a datapad of his own. “Star Captain Ace’s record is readily accessible. Three kills in his Trial of Position is not unprecedented, but it is rare. And a Deathstrike award? We do not usually pit that much tonnage against any of our cadets during their first Trial of Position - but he faced it and triumphed. I would have welcomed such an officer to my Cluster immediately if there was an opening.”

“Not while I command Alpha Galaxy,” Khan Hawker growled.

“Has this Star Captain disappointed during his service, Ulni Ochika,” enquired Labov. “I have his record here.”

Ochika left her seat and walked down the aisle towards the front. “He has not,” he admitted. “He commanded the forces bid against the Fourth Viper Guards on New Kent. A victory that any of our frontline forces would be proud of. One that humiliated Clan Steel Viper.”

“And then he was deployed more recently against the Nova Cats. Bringing down two omnimechs larger than his own.” Labov tapped his datapad. “Maybe you would have won without that, but it could be calculated that his bringing them down turned the tide. An important trial, because if we - if you, Ulni - had been defeated there then we would have lost the rights to produce our newest Omnimech. All the resources invested into developing the Huntsman… lost. I doubt, Khan Horn, that a warrior who has proven himself three times in less than two years is going to embarrass the Clan. He may die, but so will many others.”

There was a grumble of debate from around the room as warriors argued the matter with their neighbors.

Ace couldn’t read the room, but looking at the three on the thrones he thought that they could. Semi Kalasa’s lips tightened. “I call a recess,” she declared. “We will reconvene in fifteen minutes. Anyone else wishing to speak on this matter may approach me during that time. If no one does, we will vote immediately.”

The elemental guard approached Ace and gestured for him to follow him out of the hall.

Had he won? Lost? Was it in the balance?

“A word of advice,” the elemental offered once the door closed behind them. “Evangeline Clarke may call for a Trial of Refusal if the vote goes against you. Do not try to participate yourself. She will only fight against or alongside the bloodnamed.”

“...is that why Star Colonel Labov called her Blood Angel.”

The elemental nodded and walked off.

Ace went to the bench against the wall and sat down, resting his head against the deliberately rough stone work of the wall. So now it was out of his hands. How frustrating.

He was surprised that the door opened again. There were other exits on the floor above for members of the Council, this entrance was apparently only for petitioners.

Looking up, he saw a mechwarrior about his own age, wearing much the same dress uniform. Blonde hair clipped close to his skull. A Star Commander’s rank pins suggested a reason for the man’s flat expression. “Star Captain,” the warrior said flatly.

“Star Commander.”

“I will be brief. The Khan does not want further division within the Clan Council on this point. His concern is that your participation in the Enders Trial of Bloodright will affect a Watch investigation.”

Ace blinked. “An investigation into what?”

“That is not your concern.”

“I do not even know who you are. You speak for Khan Hawker.”

The other mechwarrior’s hands curled into fists. “My name is Steven Hawker. I hold the bloodright once held by Blake Hawker, who you may remember - the Khan sponsored me for it himself. Is that sufficient or would you like to read my entire codex, quineg?”

Ace pushed himself to his feet, noticing he was still slightly shorter than Steven. “Neg. That will suffice. So what does the Khan want?”

“The records of your heritage have been altered to indicate your mother was a technician within our Clan, acquired from Clan Burrock in a trial some years ago. More than one enclave on Priori has changed hands in that time. It will not be suspicious.”

That… this was about his mother? What was so important about her that Khan Ian Hawker was taking a direct concern? Ace considered the issue. Was sending Blake Hawker after him for his Trial of Position about this as well?

In the end, it didn’t really change the current question. “I think the Burrocks will be offended enough without telling them I was raised by the dark caste,” he told Steven Hawker. “You may assure the Khan that so long as my blood heritage is not altered, I will not mention the exact circumstances of how I joined the Clan.”

Steven Hawker nodded sharply. “Bargained well and done.” He turned back to the door. “And Star Captain? Try to die with some degree of dignity.”

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A/N: Thank you for the condolences that have been offered.
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Re: Opalescent Reflections
« Reply #58 on: 03 April 2023, 18:43:19 »
I suspect Ace Enders return to the clan will cause a bit of a stir...  ::)

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Re: Opalescent Reflections
« Reply #59 on: 03 April 2023, 18:46:38 »
Nice to see Brett Andrews is still a jerk...

So does that make the Trial- "Ender Game"
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