The Third Transfer, Katherine pt II (Complete, Comments welcome)

[mikecj]

That's a heck of a way to wake up...

[Wrangler]

Things have gone bad....

[DOC_Agren]

You know when that how your new day starts that thank gods u believe in for the night before.

[AlphaMirage]

Things have gone bad....

Oh it gets so much worse

12/19/3067 18:52 Location – Cape Washi (Eagle), Wolcott, Draconis Combine

Photon Brett-Marik, Commanding General of the 2nd SLDF not that the title meant much now, was opening the latest care package from his family on Tamarind while eating his dinner. He was hoping there might be some dried Tamarind tart dates within for dessert.  The Marik base below was still active even as the Wolcott's sun dipped below the horizon.  A sweet salt breeze drifted through the partially open window and he could hear birds screeching over the bay. 

Over the past two years he had grown more accustomed to this planet than Tamarind and learned elementary Japanese which kept his mind busy.  "His" 2nd Free Worlds Guards and a rotating list of Marik Militias were maintaining vigilance in the event the Ghost Bears attacked once more.  To alleviate boredom he made sure they drilled heavily with Nova Cat Galaxies, DCMS commands, and SLDF contracted mercenaries basically anyone that wanted to do a scrimmage game.  Typically Hohiro Kurita would be on planet as well but he was somewhere between Tharkad and Luthien having left shortly after Katherine removed the Federated Commonwealth from the 2nd Star League and effectively reset the whole of galactic politics for a decade in an evening. 

As soon as he heard that over the HPG he almost ordered the whole command back to the FWL expecting an AFFC attack on the League in which Tamarind would be squarely in the cross-hairs but was ordered to remain in place while his uncle Captain-General Thomas Marik sorted the matter out with Coordinator Theodore Kurita.  Both men were currently in transit to their capitals in order to confer with their respective governments so he would have to wait two to four months before they reached consensus.

Best case he just went home, they could revise the Concord of Kapetyn to exclude the upstart and irritating Trinity Alliance and pick up right where they left off before the Second Star League was formed. The Combine and Free World's economies were heavily intertwined by nearly forty years of brisk trade and tech exchange between them, which increased by necessity during the Clan Invasion, and became vital while Theodore Kurita was attempting to purge the Black Dragons.  Without a unified Star League Photon figured the Rasalhague worlds would join the Ghost Bears for security kicking out COMSTAR and with Katherine literally in bed with the Wolves he hoped they might just kill each other and spare his troops any further bloodshed.  The Ghost Bears might even extend an olive branch to them through the Nova Cats who still maintained back-channels even though they had fought viciously several years earlier.  Such was just the Clan way they didn’t take it personally most of the time.

Taking his first bite out of one of the dried dates, it was as sweet as he remembered them to be, Photon blissfully reclined in the chair looking at the picture of him, Samantha, and Anthony from last year when he was given two months liberty on world which took three months total.  Then he heard the sound of a gunshot that took him out of his relaxed state, the shot was followed up by machine gun fire and then the thump of grenades. 

Photon stood up and looked out the window to see tracers and explosions originating from the main gate.  The alarms went off throughout the compound and he could see people scrambling for cover.  Looking up he saw the distinctive front profile of a flight of Shilones flying low and slow; like they were coming in for a bombing!?  He saw a half dozen objects fall from each Aerofighter.  “Shit!”

He rolled under the heavy metal table and covered his head with his arms as a dozen bombs fell onto the base.  Their blasts and the sonic boom of the fighters shook the building he was in to its foundations knocking objects off the walls.  The window exploded and filled the room with deadly razor sharp glass almost all of which bounced off the table above him.  Photon kicked the chair that obscured his sight of the door away and drew his Hawk Eagle sidearm positioning it between his legs facing the door.  The sprinklers engaged and water fell like a waterfall from the table edge.

The door burst open and Photon fired a full clip from his sidearm at the dark blue Achileus battle armor that entered.  One of them raised its arm mounted machine gun before the lead unit slapped it down, “Hold your fire!

General Marik, we need to get you to your Battlemech.”

Photon slid out from under the table standing before the Eagle Corps commandos, he reloaded and holstered his pistol, “I’m sorry I shot you Sergeant.”

“It is a good thing I was wearing armor so I can accept your apology. Put this on,” one of the other troops handed him an armored jacket, “and you are going to need this.”  Another handed him a bag containing an AX-22 assault rifle along with extra magazines which he quickly stuffed into his battledress uniform’s leg pockets adjusting the rifle’s stock until it was comfortable before pulling back his now wet black hair. He went back to the table and grabbed the downed picture stuffing it inside his flak jacket.  “Let’s go”

They skulked through the building picking up other soldiers along the way while the Eagle Corps Commandos were running point.  “What’s going on?”

“General the Thirty-Third and Forty-Sixth Dieron Regulars as well as the Wolcott militia are attacking us based on the battlefield chatter.  DCMS battle armor is inside the wire and they have surrounded the hangers and armor pool but the techs and a few crew there are giving them hell.  They can’t hold out much longer though.  Portions of the Sixth (Marik Militia) are holding their Mechs back but they are going to need support soon...if those Battlemechs get through I don’t think we have a chance.”

“They didn’t say anything before launching the attack?”

“Don’t know sir, we were already in the suits for a planned night exercise when the alarms started.  We just changed the ammo to lethal instead and secured the armory before coming to get you.”

“Damn, the Mech Bays are on the other side of the base.”

“I know, we’re not going to be alone though.  The First (Tamarind Armored Infantry Regiment) is almost completely suited up now and several platoons are already engaging the enemy to rescue trapped soldiers so they can get into the fight.  We can get in while the DCMS troopers are distracted, the duty techs have already initiated emergency start up procedures so you should just be able to jump in."

General Marik peered out of the narrow horizontal window frame that looked out across the base where he saw multiple streams of tracers, red and green visible in twilight, being exchanged across the parade grounds, the light and smoke of grenades, the fire of jump jets, the demonic winged silhouettes of Kage Battle Armor reflected in the fires that ravaged some of the base buildings, and heard the sound of both David and Tsunami Gauss rifles each capable of launching 20mm steel sabots at Mach 7 that could kill a man even wearing heavy armor at more than a three hundred meters. 

He looked down at the regular rifle in his hands and out among the collection of lightly armed soldiers under his command in the mess hall.  All were ready to charge into the carnage beside him, “You make it sound so easy Sergeant."

"We’re already in this fight Guards."  He pulled back the charging handle of the matte gray rifle which returned with the satisfying click of a round being chambered, "Time to shoot back.”

[AlphaMirage]

12/19/3067 20:17 Location - Cape Washi (Eagle), Wolcott, Draconis Combine

Lieutenant Tai Mikir of the 1st Tamarind Armored Infantry was engaged in a brutal grapple with a 33rd Dieron Regular Raiden.  The Longinus’ missiles were long expended, his King David and Light Machine Gun run dry, his armor had taken multiple hits over the past hour and half of active combat but his enemy was in a similar situation.  Allied forces were somewhere around but not here where he needed them.  It was down to a tug of war to see who could overbalance the other in order to deliver the final blow. 

He could see his target, a thick perimeter wall, all he needed to do was shift the Raiden a few more degrees.  With a final grunt he did so and engaged his jump jets to push him and his opponent straight forward, the unexpected move worked and he slammed the DCMS trooper into the wall before his suit crashed into the enemy armor as well knocking the breath from him.

The sound of armor breaking and the sudden slackening of his enemy’s grip meant the deed was done. Battle Armor hand to hand combat was about killing the guy inside rather than tearing the armor to pieces and blunt force trauma still worked most of the time.  You didn’t need to punch through if the armor did all the work. 

Tai took a moment to catch his breath and look around, the Sixth had been routed, forced to fall back under the heavy onslaught of the Combine forces.  The fires that threatened to envelop the base had been quenched by the rainstorm that currently turned the field to mud and washed away the blood of so many fallen off the pavement. 

He spotted something using his night vision, a straight rod of steel, walking up to it he saw the steel seemed sturdy enough before wrapping the battle claw around it locking the grip in the waldo so the myomer muscles would do all the work of holding it and he could rest his hand which had started to cramp up.

While following the sounds of battle Tai walked in on a pair of Forty-Sixth Gladiator mechs attacking a heavily damaged Nova Cat Prime. One of its partners, a Hercules, was down cored by the wreck of a Mauler on the opposite hill that still popped with secondary explosions from its autocannon’s magazine.  Tai could see several other lone Longinii battle armor on the IFF map overlaid in the lower corner of his view-screen.  “Delta One-One to all friendly armor, reorganize on my position.”

Photon Brett-Marik attempted to evade the Gladiators that had caught his scent and used their greater maneuverability to keep him boxed into the kill zone.  His command lance had already taken down most of a company but he was now the only one left standing and not by much.  There were just too many enemy mechs and the initial surprise attack had killed or buried many of his soldiers. 

His long range radio was still jammed, there were unfortunately more pressing concerns than seeking out the jammer even if he had the equipment to do so.  Another eight SRMs and two lasers hit him from both sides while a PPC tore into his right leg’s exposed myomers.  The computer told him the lower leg had been hit and he felt it as he strained to maintain the balance of the mech.  The engine was compromised, clear cooling oil leaked from his torsos, this mech was already a heat beast but he needed to kill these guys now or he was going to die so he had to give it his all even if it shut the mech down.

All three lasers and both PPCs were split between the Combine mechs, one Gladiator was completely cored by PPCs, the sapphire bolts exploding in what appeared to be sparks across the enemy mech.  The other just took a shot to the head from a laser that stripped the armored cowling away and damaged the sensor masts.  His mech shut down and locked up, falling down with a crash that destroyed the Nova Cat’s right arm and leg.  The massive overheat caused a steam cloud to erupt from the wet grass underneath which billowed as the hot air from the radiators created its own wind.

The remaining Gladiator walked up placing a leg on top of his stricken Nova Cat’s chest slowly aiming the arm mounted PPC right at Photon’s cockpit.  “Go ahead pull the trigger!”

Nothing happened, his mech cooled down enough that he could restart it but there was no way it was going to be fighting effective, better to just play dead.  The Gladiator’s PPC arm still loomed large in front of him, was this just some kind of Combine psychological trick where they wanted him to think that he was spared before killing him because that seemed suitable sadistic for them. 

He heard the sound of Battle Armor landing on the mech's torso near the cockpit and pulled out his sidearm, “That’s it they just want me alive so they can torture me and hold me as a prisoner for leverage over my family.  I’m not going without a fight.”

The armored cowling that protected his mech’s cockpit was pulled back and Photon could see Wolcott’s moon and the head light of a Longinus.  “General Marik sir.  Can you pop the hatch?  Are you injured?”

Photon was in disbelief, the hatch was jammed and he probably had a concussion but was otherwise fine.  “Hatch is jammed, I’m not hurt.  I’ve never been happier in fact.”

“There’s still time for disappointment General.  Cover your head.”

The Longinus kicked in the cockpit’s ferroglaz and lifted it with the battle claw.  Photon pulled out the assault rifle and grabbed the offered gun barrel using it to pull himself out of the cockpit.  He now stood atop the tortured remains of his gift from Khan West and it gave him a moment of regret, it had been a nice mech.  Three more Longinii were nearby along with his lancemates rescued from their downed mechs.  The Combine Mechwarriors were probably not as lucky, Photon didn’t feel bad about that, they’d paid the price for their treachery.

The Gladiator was still poised above them, “Lieutenant what happened to the Gladiator pilot?”  The Lieutenant picked up a steel rod that was covered in blood from the superstructure, “You know the old saying ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ General?”

Photon was confused but he wasn’t sure whether or not it was the concussion or the question, “Yeah”

“I didn’t spare the rod.” The Lieutenant gracefully twirled the rod in his battle claw which was an impressive display of dexterity for such a brutal instrument, “and to think Dad said Track and Field would never be useful, guess he was wrong.”

[mikecj]

On the playing fields of Eton...

[Wrangler]

Yikes, almost getting confused what's going on with General Marik's forces. True battle of survivors and carnage here.

[AlphaMirage]

12/20/3067 06:00 Location – Cape Washi (Eagle), Wolcott, Draconis Combine

The dawn brought light but not relief to the 2nd Free World Guards all it did was show just how devastated their home had become due to the vicious fighting that had only wrapped up less than two hours ago.  The Sixth Marik Militia had been rolled into the 2nd Free Worlds Guards having lost 60% of its combat strength with a casualty count of 30%, the Guards were roughly 60/40.  The surprise attack ruined many Mechs and Vehicles before their crews could even fight back, the battlefield damage had ruined nearly all of their mechs that had survived there were plenty of spare parts just no time.  Rescue crews had been working through the night to find as many soldiers as possible, their efforts would be doubled in the daylight.

Photon’s three mechs (Nova Cat, Orion, Awesome) were now combat ineffective but his personal lance had taken down nearly a battalion of the fanatical but poorly led and not as well equipped Combine forces in the night. He was tired, hungry, thirsty, and sore yet he couldn't get any relief yet, he walked up to the mobile MASH trucks that were now parked outside the Guard's HQ which was pockmarked with bullet holes, entire sections blown apart, or burnt beyond recognition.  The casualties were staggering, they took up all the mess tables, and the immediate area just outside with litters.  Walking wounded were providing support for their fellows while the medical professionals worked to treat intensive casualties. 

His appearance raised their spirits and his own, inspired he stood on a set of boxes nearby and raised his fist, “Second!”  A ragged chorus of “Never Second Best!” erupted from the injured followed by applause, he whispered to himself “I can only hope that's true we're not out of this yet.”  Walking around the building he entered the Headquarters tent set up with salvaged equipment, their command center had been damaged as a bomb nearly hit it, instead it missed and blew up the men's restroom which fortunately no one was in at the time.

Checking in with HQs he saw the current running tally and let them get on with coordinating rescue and salvage teams throughout the battlefield.  The DCMS troops had fallen back and even his ragged light armor was keeping them at bay while they licked their wounds and planned their next strike.  Continuing on he saw a platoon of military police and SAFE field operatives guarding their few prisoners, the Marik soldiers had their rifles ready with fingers on the trigger if anyone moved.  General Marik spoke to the Sergeant in charge, “I want the highest ranking one alone.”
“Sir, with all due respect these are dangerous people we can’t let you be alone with one of them.”

“Sergeant that is an order from your General.  Give me the highest ranking one alone in the tent.  You can secure him before I talk to him if you so desire.”

“Yes, sir”

Twenty minutes later Sho-Sha Ayumu Takawari of the 46th Dieron Regulars was secured to the truck frame that supported the interrogation tent.  The tent was brightly lit by an LED lantern but was otherwise lightproof, he could still taste the blood in his mouth when he bit his tongue while ejecting from his Grand Dragon.  The FLWM soldiers had also not seen fit to be tender when they grabbed him so his chest was sore from their “rough” handling.  The flap of the tent opened and General Marik stepped in alone, curious.

“Good morning, Photon-san”
“Ever polite Ayumu-san, except for last night, I expected better of you”
“Ever foolish Gaijan, I expected nothing less”
Photon leaned down to look the man in the eyes, still keeping a wary distance “Why?”
Ayumu spit on the ground, “Your people are a source of much shame Son of Marik.  The Coordinator has done the Combine a grave dishonor by the mere request of your presence, a dishonor that can only be washed away with your blood.  You are a constant reminder of how weak Theodore is or rather will have been after we are finished.  The Draconis Combine was once proud, feared, and respected, it relied on no one and took what it desired.  Now it is a laughing stock, weak and wheezing while the Inner Sphere passes us by, begging for scraps from the table of the Star League.  The Kokuryu-kai will raise a new banner above the Black Pearl tomorrow, so enjoy your meager victory, more will come for you.”

Photon punched him in the face and in doing so alleviated a lot of tension that he was feeling at the moment but replaced it with bruised knuckles, “Meager victory!  I overcame a surprise attack by a larger force.  You could not have created a better chance for success yet still you failed, the shame is all yours.  Perhaps the Combine’s time is through and people like you are the reason why.”
“You will not change my path yellow bird.  I am resigned to walk it until my death.”
“Very well”

A single gunshot was heard that sent the MPs toward the tent where Photon walked out.  “Sir, is everything alright?”
“Not yet but it will be.  See what you can get out of them, but we can’t take them with us so deal with them.”
“Yes sir”

Returning to the HQ tent Photon’s eyes were drawn to a piece of yellow paper with the FLWM insignia on it and he walked over to the supply office.  Chief Warrant Officer/Quartermaster Feldway had been anticipating his arrival sometime that morning and had a full report on the SSUs (20 ton Standard Shipping Units) for armor and ammunition ready for his perusal.  However Photon looked like he was going to ask a particularly difficult question.  Feldway ran through the possibilities before General Marik asked the last question anyone expected him to ask, “How much yellow paint do we have?”

The Supply Sergeants looking over reports on their clipboards exchanged awkward glances at one another, “Why sir?”

Photon Brett-Marik turned and looked at the ragged FLWM Battle Flag that still occupied the central post with its purple eagle wings outstretched and the tiny yellow origami crane that he held in the palm of his hand. His cousin Isis had taught him how to do simple origami when he first spent time on Luthien and he was just struck by inspiration.  He hoped wherever she was, her and Kitsune were doing much better than he was right now, “I have an idea.”

12/27/3067 04:47 Location – 05P Black Site, Kiyomori Mountains, Luthien, Draconis Combine

Franklin Sakamoto was hanging by his wrists from the chains set deep in the worked stone of this cave complex, he was only wearing thin pants against the chill of the stone around him and shivered.  His chest was bear and bore many bruises from the past week in captivity.  The Pillarine interrogator asked again, “Where is the boy?”

“I don’t know!”

“Lies!” a solid punch to his right side caused Franklin to grunt in pain, “We know that Theodore Kurita entrusted you to spirt Isis Marik and Kitsune, the son of Omiko and Victor Steiner-Davion, away from the Combine.”  The large man grabbed his throat and got nose to nose with him, “Where did you take them!?“

Franklin head butted the man breaking his nose and causing him to loosen his grip before kicking down the man’s thigh into his knee, “I don’t know where they went, and even if I did.  I wouldn’t tell you.”

The interrogator took a moment to clear his vision and grabbed the Neural Whip again, “You will pay for that!”

A voice came in over the speakers from the other side of the cameras set so there were no blind corners to hide, it was Mara, “That’s enough for today Ihad!  I’m sending in others to escort him back to his cell.”

Ihad got close but not too close to Franklin, pressing the Neural Whip to him which caused a powerful and extremely painful electric shock to the man.  “You are fortunate she still wants you in one piece, for whatever reason.  And that I haven’t gotten bored yet.”

12/25/3067 08:10 Location – Marcus, Crofton, Federated Commonwealth

Mrs Sarah Ruiz-Denòt (Isis Marik). Ian Ruiz (Kitsune Kuirta-Davion-Steiner), and Fabian Denòt (A well-established Water Engineer working to build infrastructure throughout the Outback) sat around the Christmas tree in their upscale house in Marcus opening presents.  Sarah laughed and kissed him under the mistletoe which still weirded Ian out but he was happy ten year old boy without a care in the world. He was different sure but made plenty of friends, his secret heritage never seeming a burden to either of them. Sarah was living to the fullest and the best adoptive mother a boy could ask for and a soon to be actual one which was something that she had to explain to her elementary school students so often that she could do it by rote now.  Their lives were happy being so far removed from the conflict that seemed to be cropping up Spherewide. 

Unaware of what was occurring in their home nations, they lived in the Commonwealth after all.  The most powerful Successor State in the Sphere, and the biggest target.

[mikecj]

Isis never catches a break...

A purple eagle on a yellow background- ick

[AlphaMirage]

02/07/3056 08:47 Location – Constance Island, Lyons, Federated Commonwealth

While the presence of Prince Peter Steiner-Davion in the Lyons FTM caused initial clashes with Free Skye the security forces had since then rounded up some ringleaders and banned subversive media, perhaps to heavy handedly but it wasn’t his call, so the violence went down to a low burn.  That along with subsidies and other support from the central government gave the Prince greater room to maneuver and mingle with the populace where they could see he wasn’t another blood sucking nobleman. 

Peter wasn’t exactly sure what he was but endeavored to do his best and accomplish his mission, not for his brother necessarily but because it was what a Prince of the Federated Commonwealth would do.  Katherine sent him an extensive collection of tips for dealing with the media, he had no idea how she managed to learn these things but they were working.  He still didn’t approve of her relationship with Galen Cox but that was more resentment by association with his brother and he was attempting to work through it.  Her and Galen were now engaged, he had to be happy for both of them, or she would happily make him miserable in the way only a sister can.

Thus far he managed to abstain from alcohol and the local women, though they did try to throw themselves at him which was most unfair, as well as control his temper which were no small victories and necessary considering how many people still attempted to provoke him.  There were times when he almost gave in to them but relaxed and moved on, last thing he needed was to be seen beating up an “innocent” civilian or linked to a scandal and ruin all the goodwill he was attempting to develop.

Today was thus far calm, the weather had begun to clear after weeks of rain it was good for the plants but bad for the people of Constance Island, a member of a volcanic island chain near the smallest and least developed of Lyon’s four continent, Pairse.  Due to the stabilizing security situation Peter began “sounding” tours to proactively discern and diffuse whatever problems he could.  He couldn’t fix the Commonwealth’s economy or kick the Clans out of their occupation zones, yet, but there were plenty of smaller problems that he might be able to address in order to build media and institutional momentum and avert a larger crisis.

As LFTM Patrol Boat #17 approached the island Peter was struck by Constance Island’s beauty, it had been compared to Terra’s Hawaii and many cultivars from there had been planted and thrived during the initial colonization wave.  The aromatic sea breeze was relaxing, the island’s legendary black sand beaches, lush jungles and jagged lava flows drew closer with each minute.  The boat’s diesel engine caused the deck to vibrate under his feet but was relatively quiet so he could hear the birds singing their mating calls. 

The ship approached LMCS (Lyons Marine Constabulary Station) Harper adjacent the expensive and exclusive beach town of Harper Cove and its very large marina where many sailboats, yachts, and even a few seaplanes were docked all of which were owned by one of the planet’s six tycoon families [Aria (Agricultural), Brachek (Black Metal Works), Cartier (Chemicals), Dilowan (Dynamics), Espinosa (Engineering), and Fei Ling (Financials)]. 

He wasn’t here for a vacation, though that was certainly something to consider for later.  Any of The Six would be more than willing to give him a bungalow as well as provide a young and attractive female relative to provide “company” for a few weeks if he asked.  It was initially amusing but now it was just as annoying as it was on Tharkad, at least there Victor took some of the heat off him while he pretended to not be a Prince.  Here he was the most eligible bachelor on world, couldn’t hide it, and only had the four Diplomatic Guards that sat next to him for protection when not with his unit. 

The vessel bumped into one of the Coast Guard station’s four docks and almost threw him over the gunwales as he was distracted, eliciting laughter from the crew.  Only two of the docks were currently in use as it wasn’t tourism season yet so they didn’t need to police civilian marine traffic just the standard commercial vessels that carried produce out and other goods in to the main port of Constance City on the other side of the island.  The Island didn’t have an air strip so everything had to be delivered by boat, helicopter, or K-1 drop-shuttle. 

Kommandant Peter walked over the gangway shaking hands and saluting the marine constables that had gathered at the end of the dock.  The ocean lapped gently on the ferrocrete quays that protected the station’s harbor and land facilities.  A pair of both navy gray Warrior Attack Helicopters and orange and white Marten transports were tied down at the helipad and the flag pole had the Tharkad planetary flag raised under the Lyons one.  A light blue uniformed man with dirty blonde hair with a fashionable (for a man) ponytail, blue eyes, in his late 20s walked up bowed and saluted to Peter, “Your Royal Highness, I am Commander William Felway, it is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Peter returned the salute, “We don’t need to stand on outright formality Commander.  I am a Kommandant in the AFFC that just so happens to be a Prince.  I would like all of you to call me Peter or Kommandant Steiner-Davion, understood?”

Hesitant ‘ayes’ rang through the crowd.  William looked around, “Everyone you are dismissed to return to your duties.  I’m certain Peter will stop by our humble base once more.”  The gathered constables returned to their stations as the Commander, Peter, and his security detail walked toward Headquarters.  One of the Diplomatic Guards opened the door and was followed by a fellow agent who swept the room for bugs before waving the Commander and Peter in, the other two Guards stayed outside to protect the door.  Commander Felway showed Peter a seat and took up position next to the giant map of the island that adorned the wall, “I understand you found something very interesting Commander”

“Aye sir, the last round of storms grounded a small civilian ship that was loaded with fertilizer on one of the nearby sand bars, the crew abandoned it and scrubbed the markings.  While investigating the ship my men were attacked by...presumably...FSM in Zodiacs with small arms and had to leave.  The ship was destroyed by them before we could summon helicopter gunships to chase them off and they disappeared back into the mangroves. 

The fertilizer likely came from one of the Aria Agricultural farms on the island, we’ve had trouble with theft as these farms are remote and I don’t have enough men on station to watch all of them at once and I don’t want to allow any more Blue Steel mercs in…we’ve had difficulties since they started showing up.  However, Valeria Aria is growing quite irritated with these thefts as they are affecting her bottom line and I may not have the option of refusing her mercenaries a post where I can’t keep an eye on them much longer.”
“I assume you got the relevant details to track back the ownership of the vessel.”
“Yes, we sent over what we had this morning after our satellite link came back into alignment.  It will probably take them a few days to find out who owns it and if they knew.”
“How much fertilizer?”
“We estimate twenty tons of ammonia nitrate, combine that with marine fuel oil, and you have a basic bomb.  Use enough and you can flip a Battlemech or bring down a building.”
“Jesus Christ!  Good find on your part Commander.  It puts my mind slightly at ease knowing the FSM has less explosives.  You may have saved hundreds of lives.”
“I hope so Peter.  I am one hundred percent behind your latest Charm offensive to the people of Lyons and the Isle of Skye.  Anything I can do to help please tell me, I want an end to the violence, we only hurt ourselves and accomplish nothing.”
“Thank you for the update Commander.  I have to attend to other business on the island but I would like to stop by and have dinner with the men if I can manage it with my schedule.”
“I’m certain they would be very appreciative of your presence Peter.  Keep your eyes open out there.  It is getting difficult to trust some players in the game even though it has been quiet recently, I fear it will get much worse.”
“I hope you’re wrong Commander.  Enjoy the rest of your day.”

As he exited the Commander had one last thing to say, “Keep close to that radio Peter and your gun.  The choppers can be anywhere on the island in twenty minutes.”  Peter unconsciously put his hand on his sidearm, a M&G 510 securely in a holster on his brown web belt which contrasted ever so slightly against the khaki fatigues they were wearing (The DGs had SMGs and ballistic vests which he did not).

Peter stepped back out and one of his security men muttered something into his headset, “Peter, they will be here in six minutes, East Gate.”

The five men approached the East Gate where three MCs stood guard they were watching the short convoy of trucks come down the gravel road from “Blueblood Cove”.  The three gray-green trucks pulled up and circled the road waiting for their passengers, the Blue Steel Logo featured prominently on the hood and each side of the armored 4x4 “Swamp Cat” trucks, each was semi-amphibious, capable of fording three meters of water, could shrug off most small arms, and each had a light machine gun attached to a pintel mount overhead for a gunner.  The middle truck opened its rear doors and two men and a woman stepped out each was wearing Tiger Stripe camouflage battledress, black armored vest, and carrying a TK Assault Rifle on a sling with a TK Enforcer pistol holstered across their vest.

The larger man had his sleeves rolled up properly to show off numerous tattoos accumulated during his career in the LCAF and as a Merc, his close cropped black hair revealed several scars across the top of his head and he possessed intense brown eyes.  The man bowed to Peter with practiced ease, “Greetings Your Royal Highness, I am Captain Gunner Pohl of Blue Steel PMC.  A pleasure to meet you face to face. We’ll be sure to take good care of you while you are on Constance, don’t you worry about anything.  My people have everything under control.”

[AlphaMirage]

02/08/3056 09:17 Location – Constance Island, Lyons, Federated Commonwealth

Three grey-green armored trucks worked their way through the lush jungles of Constance Island, gravel crunching under their tires, and dappled sunlight reached them from the canopy.  The cover and the fact that there were active FSM on the island put Peter’s Chief of Security Titus Firenzi on edge.  He watched the jungle like a hawk from the bench seat of their Swamp Cat through the thick “bulletproof” glass, the shadows of the leaves overhead playing across his olive skin, a professional middleweight boxer in a previous life Titus had proven very capable during his time on Lyons for someone still rather new to the service, “You know I didn’t approve of this little trip Peter.”

Peter paid attention to his surroundings as well but he was paying more attention to their Blue Steel escorts fore and aft than the jungle around them.  He had explicitly ordered the mercs to keep the hatches shut and not man the roof mounted machine guns during their trip to the conservation center despite Captain Pohl’s fierce disagreement.  He had already compromised to both of them enough to be seated in this armored car escorted by a Merc squad rather than in a more civilian and photogenic vehicle with regular police. “I know Titus but my schedule is not up to you.  You just make sure I’m safe when I get there.”

“You do keep my job interesting at least.”
“I hope not to interesting.”

The four vehicle convoy showed up at the Native Jungle Cat Conservatory where a crowd of onlookers was eagerly awaiting the Prince’s arrival.  Tan clad police manned the barricade and cleared a path before Peter arrived.  The vehicle stopped and waited while he got himself in the right mindset, he looked over to Titus, “How does Katherine do this all the time?”

Titus put on his sunglasses and checked his pistol, “Don’t know sir, but have you seen the size of her Security Chief?  The man is a monster.”  He flexed and shook himself out, ready to take point, and if necessary a bullet, “This didn’t grow out of thin air but someone carved that man out of stone.  I swear he is an Elemental pulled from Outreach or some such.”

Linette Turner had camped out all morning for this moment, without many options she was now roommates with her friend Gabbie in Constance City sharing a too small apartment with a sky high rent.  Derek and Adrian were still back in Clovis’ Point trying to figure out the next step but she needed a job, any job. 

She had arrived on the island a week ago with only her bike, a small backpack, camera, and very little money in her pocket.  Right now she was straining to get a good picture of Prince Peter exiting the vehicle hoping to get something she could sell to a magazine and if possible get a statement from him later after he finished up here. 

She was tired, her stomach was growling as the granola bar she had for breakfast was used up, her legs hurt from standing so long but her camera was up and snapped several quick pictures of Peter entering the Conservatory.  She had a press pass from the 4th rate local rag the Constance Courier so she was allowed in with the group where so many other larger operations were shut out.  She walked in with smug satisfaction as her competitors were shown the door by police.

As much as she didn’t like to admit it, due to his association with the cabal of industrialists that ran everything on Lyons, she thought the Prince handsome; tall, red hair, fit, he was wearing stylish outdoorsman clothes and looked every bit a leader of men.  He also had a reputation as a Casanova that he did little to dissuade and despite her best efforts however she couldn’t dig up any recent liaisons on planet which would have been juicy stories.  It hurt her pride that she had been forced to deal with scandal mags rather than speak truth to power and expose all the dirty dealings of The Six like a true journalist but she had bills to pay.

Peter was there with a select group of conservationists and sportsmen to visit the center, the staff there were about to reintroduce the Golden Leopard to its native jungles.  The captive breeding program had been remarkably successful and Peter walked around listening intently to the zoologists and handlers, shaking hands and thanking them for all their hard work.  He found time to feed several adults and pet some juveniles, a very adorable picture of him with a juveline Golden Leopard over his shoulders would be a nice magazine pic and that made Linette very happy.  It was all very heartwarming and would play well for a few days maybe a week. 

However, soon it would disappear replaced by news from the Clan Front, another riot in the Isle of Skye, or some hit piece on Victor or his close allies which would steal the news cycle and everyone would go back to being distracted and angry.  Food and Fuel costs had come down in the region which along with a crackdown on divisive media and organizers had taken much of the bite out of the Free Skye movement but it still burned below.  She hoped Derek and Adrian stayed clear of the group because they were organizing something big and she didn’t want any of her friends hurt in the aftermath.

As he finished up he asked if there were any questions that the five assembled journalists would like answered, most of them were rather tame.  However, Linette asked a very tough question, “It is all nice and good that you are here today for this event Prince Peter.  However, are you ever going to get around to addressing the real concerns of the people?  Rather than keep distracting us with pictures of you petting kittens and giving out awards at fancy galas.” 

He was taken by surprise but before he could answer one of the local police grabbed and escorted her out of the area, taking her press pass in the process.  She attempted to take it back but he was stronger than she was, “You can’t take that!”

The officer calmly put the pass into his pocket, “I can miss.  I’m certain your editor will not appreciate you asking these sorts of questions.  If he sees fit to retain your services as a reporter you will have it returned to you.”

Then the door was shut in her face, “What a jerk!”  She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, “I guess I wasn’t making any money there anyway.”

She found her bike and began heading back to the city, the pleasant weather turned rotten and it began raining again. “This day can’t get much worse”  Closer to the city her front tire went flat after hitting a large piece of gravel, she looked at the heavens in despair, “You have to be kidding me!” Shouldering the bike she walked the rest of the way to the apartment and locked it up.  Getting a shower and changing before heading to her actual job under an umbrella.

As she walked in to the small local seafood restaurant (Finest Catch) where she worked as a waitress she noticed it was eerily quiet for a Friday night.  Her boss ran up to her, she was unusually animated, “Oh Linette!  You’re here finally.  Quick take these to the back room.  I have so much to do!”  She pointed to a tray of drinks, “What’s going on?”
“No time, big party in the back room.”   The woman ran back into the kitchen, Linette grabbed the tray and walked toward the back room, two men stood next to the door, “This better not be Cartier’s nephew or Blue Steel again.  They are a menace and don't tip.”

The men opened the door for her and as she cleared it she could see Peter and a large group of people from the Conservatory sitting around the table.  Linette’s expression, voice, and body language collapsed in defeat, “Why me?”

[AlphaMirage]

The Finest Catch was a dive family run restaurant situated in the blue collar Ferry District of Constance City next to the docks.  The inhabitants of which were at times salty but hard working folk that provided for their families and worked in the extravagant places of the more upscale districts and Harper’s Cove.  However, Prince-Kommandant Peter Steiner-Davion was not one for high-brow entertainment or fare.  He much preferred military men that did things rather than pretended, any fare better than garrison rations was plenty enough, and unfortunately for the Steiner Family Trust, University of Tharkad, and his own heartache, pretty women of moderate breeding were more interesting to him than the haughty noblewomen that haunted the Triad and bored him immensely even if they were stunningly gorgeous and many were. 

Katherine had taken him to an Opera once as an escort attempting to match him up with a friend of hers and he nearly fell asleep during the performance.  Only waking up when the heel of her shoe was kicked into his calf like a stirrup into the flanks of a horse.  The pain of which caused him to shoot up and hit the back of his head on the chair dazing him and causing great amusement to his loving but mischievous older sister. Her footman was then ordered to take him back to the Palace to prevent any future embarrassment and he gladly left such silly things to her. 

He was laughing at some inappropriate joke told by one of the sportsman’s league representatives when a familiar woman walked through the door with their drinks.  The reporter for the conservation center that asked an actual question rather than some tame inquiry was now their waitress.  She was pretty, short brown hair, bright eyes, tan lines still showed around the snugly fitted top and shorts she was wearing which meant she was probably new to the island.  She halted at the sight of him clearly concerned, unfortunately attracting even more attention than she appeared comfortable with as she looked mortified. 

Peter walked up to her which caused her to shrink slightly from him toward the door before taking his citrus soda from the tray, breaking the silence and smiling to everyone, “Drinks are here fellas.”  He kindly encouraged her to continue.  With the Prince apparently unconcerned everyone else relaxed and they placed their orders.

As soon as Linette got all the orders she ran to the kitchen to put them in but had to stop before pitching in as she was having trouble breathing, “I can’t go back in there Mama Vaya.”

“Mama” Vaya, as she liked to be called, was a matronly woman in her sixties with graying black hair, her skin had remained olivine having lived on the island almost all of her years. Past pictures in the restaurant and living proof in her own children proved that she was a stunner in her earlier years and had aged gracefully.  Her husband was still working the water except he owned the boat now and their youngest son captained it under his direction.  A kindly soul she was more than happy to hire strays, like Linette, provided they did good work and minded their manners lest she “smac’a” them with a wooden spoon for being ‘saucy.’

She was currently working overtime as the tourism season hadn’t started yet so her grandchildren, who typically spent rotating portions of their school breaks working in the restaurant and enjoying the island, were not yet available to assist her and they never had a party of 28 containing a Prince sit at their restaurant before.  Thus Linette was her only help at the moment after the previous girl took some time off after being harassed by Blue Steel who made a habit of being banned in many places.  Vaya chased the group of them out of her restaurant with a cleaver and they hadn’t been back since.

“Nonsense! You silly girl.  You will got back in there and you will smile and the Prince will remember you.  Maybe you kiss.”

Linette went beet red at such an image which did not help her anxiety, “No, that’s not it.  Problem is he does remember me from this morning.”

Vaya was rapidly working between multiple bubbling pots and sizzling griddles picking out things with her bare hands at times and squeezing them to see whether they were done, “See you halfway there already.  Now chop’a the vegetables and check the jambalaya, should be almost done.  Then pull the things out of the fryer.”
“But”
Mama had a filet knife in hand and used it to emphasize her point, “No Buts!  Very busy.  Get to work girl.”

Linette helped and worked up enough courage to go back in to complete the meal though it took a lot out of her to be nice and not break down in terror each time she walked through the doors.  With the meal concluded Peter thanked them for their hospitality and fine food staying for after dinner drinks before the remainder of his group departed.  He paid the very large tab and left a hearty tip before Vaya and Linette had to clean up for the night he said something she didn’t expect, “Miss Turner, I’m terribly sorry about this morning that officer was out of line and has been sufficiently rebuked for his misconduct.  We attempted to find you afterwards but you had disappeared.”  He signaled for something from one of his security men and handed it to her, “You can have your press pass back and I am willing to answer your question.” 

He looked over to his Chief of Security who didn’t like where this was going. “However, we have no more time this evening and I must return.  Would you be willing to sit down with me for an interview?”
Her eyes went wide in disbelief, “You want to give me an exclusive interview with you?”
“Yes.”
“For real, no tricks.”
“No tricks, just tell me what you want to ask so I can prepare.”
“When?”
“We’re on the island till Tuesday right Titus?”
“Yes sir, four more days.”
“Sometime before Tuesday then.”
“I don’t have a phone how can I reach you?”
“You don’t have a phone eh…”  Peter looked over to his Chief of Security again, “Titus give this young lady your phone.”
Titus pulled out his phone and offered it, “Yes sir,” then hesitated and pulled it back, “wait, MY PHONE”
“Yes Titus, Linette can’t call me on my phone if she has it.”
“But this is an LIC issue Black Argent Phone, I signed for this”
“Yes well we don’t want people listening in on our pre-interview talk do we now.  We’ll get it back after our interview so unlock it and delete or lock down anything that you don’t want the world to see.”
“But”
“Mister Firenzi, give Miss Turner your phone, that’s an order.”
He toggling settings that locked down the top secret heavily encrypted parts and just allowed a basic interface before placing the phone on the table in front of them.  “The Director is going to have your head for this Peter.”
“Nonsense, he works for my brother, I’m certain he would be willing to do the same considering the circumstances.” 
He attempted to shake her hand but she hugged him instead which took him by surprise, embarrassed by her rash action she released him and went red with embarrassment, “I do hope you have a good evening Miss Turner.  I look forward to your call.”

Peter walked out of the establishment into the idling car and drove away leaving her dizzy but it had to just be not eating anything today, nothing more, couldn't be anything more.

Mama Vaya silently watching the whole thing from the kitchen. “See told you halfway there, now get back to work.  We clean up.”

[AlphaMirage]

Author's Note

I was struggling with exactly where to go with this scene so I put it out to you the audience.  You are the journalists here.  I've given you a taste of the character and the canonicity of the era (at this moment) is mostly unchanged.  What questions do you have for my Peter Ardan Steiner-Davion, Duke of Tharkad, Prince of the Federated Commonwealth?

I have a few already planned but will entertain even the silliest suggestions, such things would make my writing far more enjoyable

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02/09/3056 07:00 Location – Constance City, Lyons, Federated Commonwealth

Linette Turner woke up and dressed in one of her three sets of clean clothes, opening her nightstand and pulling out the roll of Kroner from the tip money counting it again before placing it back inside.  She never had so much cash on hand and desperately needed to go shopping, there were no TV worthy outfits among her current wardrobe especially for something as big as a one-on-one interview with a charming and handsome Prince.  Her head was still dizzy from last night's encounter which had spawned a few (dozen) dreams that Peter featured in but she shook her head at such fantasies.

“You must have gotten too much sun yesterday girl, you are acting crazy.  Just an interview because he felt bad for you, nothing more, even the smile was just because he didn't want you to feel embarrassed.  And you hugged him!”

Just Gabbie's sun-kissed dyed blonde head looked in on her from the beaded curtain that served as her door.  The walls were thin they could hear nearly anything that happened in the apartment.  They were from the same area on Glastone and she had always been a massive gossip, “Who'd you hug! tellme! tellme!”
“I'll tell you but only if you make breakfast today”
Gabbie entered wearing just her current boyfriend's t-shirt after seeing she wasn't naked with a guy, pausing just inside the door combing out her bed hair, “Argh! Fine, it better be good though Lin.”

With her roommate distracted she pulled the phone out and dialed her former producer.
“Derek it's Lin, you are not going to believe this but I have an exclusive interview for us.”
“Why are you calling from a blocked number?  Doesn't matter.  You know we can't broadcast it anyway, they took my license away.”
“I think we can convince them to give it back.”
“Unless your subject is Peter that doesn't seem likely”
“Well...” 

[mikecj]

I bet LIC is listening to everything around that phone anyway...

[AlphaMirage]

02/12/3056 10:00 Location – LMCS Harper, Lyons, FedCom

The Harper Cove Lighthouse was a splendid retro style lighthouse, the gold and red stripes made a striking impression on the sea. The tower built more for ornamentation rather than function although it did mark the division of Harper’s Cove and LMCS Harper.  The powerful light was currently unlit as Peter stood looking out over the sparkling blue water of the bay that stretched to the horizon in front of him, breathing deeply of the salty sea air.  “A fine view indeed Titus, excellent choice for our venue today.”

Titus was dressed in his normal uniform with a rangefinder binoculars handing from his neck on a canvas strap.  “I still don’t like this Peter, you saw her profile both of her parents and brother are Free Skye serving prison at Fire Rock.  Her producer and cameraman have a record and this Derek had his license revoked for subversion, yet you granted it back to him.”

Peter was now calming sitting down reviewing his answers to the questions that Linette had forwarded to him, “All of them are serving time for nonviolent offenses.  I think The Six are putting too much pressure on the locals here for organizing laborers and engaging in strikes and sickouts.  I’ll admit that this is not my strength; but how much harm could she cause?”
“Sir, the pen is mightier than the sword. All of that hostile propaganda is causing us real problems throughout the region.”
“You think I haven’t noticed that!  Why else do you think I agreed to the interview?  If I keep hiding and don’t make a comment I can’t control the message.”
“Control the message?  Did you talk to your sister recently?  That is something she would say.”
“It was in the notes she sent me before,” Peter crossed his arms, “you know we’re not talking at the moment.  Victor or someone on Tharkad must have told her I don’t entirely approve of her choice of fiancé.”
Titus looked sharply toward him, this was just the sort of attitude he was sent to check by Victor, “You have a streak of hypocrisy going there for a Prince who likes commoners himself.  Have you ever actually taken an interest in a noblewoman? Surely there is a fine one out there that would make an excellent wife; or do you just so enjoy using your princely privilege on those co-eds?  You’re going to have to get over that, it’s a bad idea to have both of your older siblings against you, made worse by the specific individuals involved.”
“We’ve going to end this conversation right here Titus.  I already have enough concerns without bringing in family or relationship drama.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” He tilted his head as something came in on the radio and put the binoculars to his eyes looking out at the Black Avanti AV7 Hoverlimo coming across the bay. “Here she comes sir.  ETA Ten minutes.”

In the limo Linette, Derek, and Adrian were all tightly huddled.  Derek put his hand on her shoulders, “Lin you sure you’re up for this?”
“I can do it Derek,” she repeated it trying to convince herself, “I can do it; but I am super nervous.”
“I know.  I never thought I would get my license back but LPN is back online with an exclusive interview, and it’s all thanks to you.”
Adrian put his sunglasses back on as the Limo approached the peninsula, “You know they’re going to edit it right?”
“Of course they are.  I have no reservations about it that’s why I didn’t include anything controversial.  Although Lin don’t go off-script too much but do try to throw him some curves.”

Lin blushed slightly at the comment, her TV ready outfit threw curves for days. Her light blue blouse had a lower cut, was tight fitting with thin cloth, and revealed her tanned shoulders, the white skirt was nicely patterned but too short to be professional, and she wore fashionable wedge shoes.  Gabbie used all her skill to do up her hair and makeup as well before they left the house, “I didn’t mean it like that.  I take it back.”

“No it’s okay Derek, it’s not like I could go back to the mainland and get a nicer dress.  I had to work with what was in the tourist shops.”  She adjusted the skirt where it was revealing too much leg, “They just didn’t give me a lot of material to work with.” 

The limo pulled up to a clear area just outside the lighthouse where Peter’s bodyguards and four Marine Constables were waiting.  The three of them stepped out of the hoverlimo and were greeted by Titus Firenzi, Peter’s Chief of Security, who was dressed in his jungle fatigues with his protective vest on, the stern and demanding man put his hand palm up toward Linette.  “Hand it over Miss Turner”

Linette let out a sigh, reaching into her newly purchased designer red leather purse to take out the rugged black and silver phone, “Thank you for letting me borrow you phone Mister Firenzi.”  He received the phone looking it over quickly before pressing some buttons and the unit chimed musically as it returned to its normal operating mode, “We’ve already cleared your friends and despite my reservations you are all going to be allowed up there but I need to check your equipment for security reasons.  Please follow me.”

The trio and their equipment were thoroughly searched and were then allowed up to the Lighthouse.  Derek and Adrian took their positions below the main deck operating the cameras remotely, leaving Linette and Peter with only a smooth metal table between them which bore a pitcher of Lemon water.  Peter was truly regal, his dark blue and gold trimmed AFFC uniform with the Nagelring’s sky blue sash around his waist was mostly undecorated as he was only in his first tour but had a badge of nobility (Silver Sword and Gauntlet crossed at a right angle, with three Golden Sunbursts along the top) across the left breast of his coat.  His hair was carefully combed and she noticed he had a bit more of a tan since she had last seen him which made him even more handsome. He also noticed her but attempted to hide it, she tried to ignore it as well, this was already going to be a difficult task without distraction. 

The microphone was set up on the table and she put the earphone in that would connect her to Derek downstairs doing all the backstage things while she was the composed interviewer, something that would take her whole focus.  She gave the signal to Derek to start the cameras which turned on with a bright red light showing they were now recording.

“This is Linette Turner with Lyons Planetary News, here with Kommandant Peter Steiner-Davion, Duke of Tharkad, and a Prince of the Federated Commonwealth high atop Harper Lighthouse on Constance Island.  Thank You for sitting with me today Kommandant, it is a great privilege to have you serving with our Militia during your first tour out of the Nagelring.”

“Thank You Linette, just call me Peter.  I try not to sit on ceremony unless it is absolutely necessary.  This is a beautiful planet and I’m happy to serve its people in whatever capacity they would have me.”

“Do you resent being here instead of in the Melissa Theater facing the Clans?  You brother’s cordial relationship with the Draconis Combine has proven difficult to reconcile to those that have suffered greatly at their hand.  It has in fact been cited as the root of many people’s issue with him in both parts of the Commonwealth.  Some even say you have fallen out of favor and given an impossible task as punishment.”

That was not part of the script and Peter immediately reacted poorly to it as he attempted to suppress the anger that has been held back.  Lin’s earpiece came to life as she remained composed, “Lin what the hell are you doing!?”

“Asking the hard questions”

[mikecj]

Oops.  Guess she needs to sleep with the fishes...

[Sharpnel]

She's just doing her job. This is no puff pice, it's an exposé. As you Aussies would say "Good on her" or words to that effect.

[AlphaMirage]

Linette sat there looking awful happy with herself as Peter attempted to remain calm as he barely kept his anger in check.  This woman had ambushed him with another question just like before even though he had treated her with the utmost respect thus far.  What did he expect?  She would just follow the script and then agree for some “exclusive face-to-face time.”  He felt like a complete fool.

His mind was racing and she seemed to enjoy watching him sweat for the camera.  She wanted a story and regardless of what he wanted to do right now she would get one. He hadn’t spent the last months standing firm to provocateurs without learning a few things about control.  Already on thin ice, if he blew right now it was going to be a long trip away from Tharkad in exile to some even worse planet.  Clearing his throat Peter made sure his voice was kept smooth and level.

“That is quite the series of questions and statements you have Miss Turner.  I will do my best to address them to your satisfaction.

What makes you think I resent being here?  As an Officer in the AFFC my Commander-in-Chief has ordered me to serve in the LFTM.  The fact that he is my brother is immaterial, I took an oath to follow the Executive and Officers appointed above me, just as I expect my younger brother will do when he gets out of the Battle Academy on Robinson. 

These past few months I have learned more than my years at Nagelring could have taught me about service; and the difficulty and rewards inherent in it.  It may not be the most storied command but no one in the Militia feels their service is less valuable than the Tenth or other Guards regiments including myself.

Peace may be an impossible task as you say but that doesn't make it not worth attempting.  I assure you that despite these rumors you speak of, The Archon-Prince on Tharkad, and Princess on New Avalon, remain supportive of me.  They wish to see an end to the difficulties in this region and have thus empowered me to act toward resolving them. 

As for the particular criticism of Victor, I cannot make a comment to what he thinks or how he acts but he is an honorable man and I trust implicitly that he has the Commonwealth's best interests at heart when he does either.  I know he is a bit unseasoned, but everyone is a beginner once and he has good advisors in his corner, he will live up to the office that has been entrusted to him.”

Linette was noticeably deflated by that expecting something more of an angry response based on his initial reaction.  Peter eagerly awaited her next hard question. He wouldn’t be intimidated by a journalism student and it was so rare that a woman challenged him, it was oddly refreshing in fact.

“Do you feel as if you could do a better job?  Many would prefer you to take Victor’s place as Archon-Prince as they question his judgement.  Others think you should take over on New Avalon and wish Katherine to return to the Lyran portion of the Commonwealth.”

“As I cannot even legally serve in that capacity for several more years I cannot speculate how I would do in Victor’s position even if I wanted it.  I believe that my time on Lyons and my next tour wherever it may be will build experience and confidence in my abilities.  Both of which will be necessary to inspire others as Victor does and if necessary take over should something terrible happen.  One can only hope that I find my Galen Cox somewhere along the way to ground me so that I may reach greater heights.  As for Katherine she is content on New Avalon and I have no wish to interfere with their arrangement.”

“So you approve of his marrying your sister, even though he is of common birth and your brother’s friend?”

She was paying close attention to him as he was forming that last sentence and saw it wasn’t entirely authentic.  Damn her good instincts, Peter took a deep breath and collected his thoughts while struggling to maintain his composure.

“I cannot control my sister’s heart, if she thinks him worthy of her hand in marriage…that is enough for me.  While we are on the subject, they will be returning to the Commonwealth within the next few months.  I wish them safe travels and look forward to seeing them again.”

Now that was exclusive, he had asked Titus whether or not that could be announced yet for security reasons but knew any journalist would love to get that scoop.  Linette did indeed light up at the mention of the media darling “Fairy Tale” couple returning to the Tharkad.  Hopefully that would keep her away from more sensitive topics for a little while. 

Mollified she returned to the originally planned questions and the remainder of the interview was uneventful.  There were a few moments where she ventured off-script asking for additional information but Peter’s preparation was through and he didn’t pause before giving his reply.

An hour later they wrapped things up, Peter smiled at his interviewer after taking another sip of water, “I would have appreciated some advance warning before you went off script Miss Turner.”

She smiled back, “That wouldn’t have been authentic of me Peter.”
“Of course, I appreciate your courage not many journalists have that kind of spine to ask directly or the passion to seek the truth.”

She nodded, “Thank You, that is very kind”

Peter leaned in close, “I have a proposal to offer you.”
“Even after all that?”
“Yes, how would you like a job?”

She tilted back and eyed him suspiciously, “What kind of job?”
“Public Relations”

She killed her mic feed and leaned forward which made him uncomfortable, “Are you sure it’s not just because you really just want private ones?”

Such a bold claim took him by surprise and forced him to return to his chair so quickly it almost tilted back, “That is not my intent Linette.  I need a publicist nothing more, I don’t want you to take things the wrong way.  I appreciate your nerves of steel and feel you have been wronged by people that seek to do others harm and would like your help in ensuring they don’t.”
“Truly”
“Truly. 
Will you accept my offer?”

She paused a moment thinking about it, “When do we start?”
“An hour ago.”

[mikecj]

 ;D ;D ;D

[AlphaMirage]

3/18/3056 21:47 Location – Ryan Steiner’s Mansion, Allison City, Porrima, FedCom

Duke Ryan Kelswa-Steiner looked out over the gathered crowd past the white streams of cigar smoke that rose ever so elegantly up the exhaust fans above but whose acrid fragrance could be picked up in the next wing of the Mansion.  Ten of the biggest movers and shakers from the Isle of Skye were gathered for this little meeting, a nice friendly game of poker with a side of conspiracy.  Free Skye, the organization dedicated to the independence of the March from Tharkad’s oversight, taxes, and rules.  Different from the other Free Skye, the populist movement dedicated to the removal of the rightful nobles in favor of something different and less abusive.

“He’s getting to close and things are too quiet on our front.  We need to get some headlines people!”

One of the shadowed people stood up, Duke George Cartier of Lyons aka Leo, “How about Peter and that little dime he has on retainer?  Scandal in the making that one, I have pics, we can work something up.  She a pain in the ass to deal with too, always snooping around, asking too many questions.”

“That’s nothing Leo, it can’t compete with this.  No one cares unless she has a kid.”  Ryan activated the TV behind him that showed the latest news from Katherine and Galen’s engagement tour that had taken every reputable and disreputable media outlet by storm.  “That little clip right there was the number one viewed piece of media in all of the Inner Sphere for the past week beating out Kai kicking the crap out of some such Liao Mechwarrior that was in a Highlander by fifteen points.  With Peter calming the peasants down, Victor hunting us down, and Katherine drowning us in a saccharine spotlight we’re running out of momentum.  We need to get the ball rolling with something big, I want you all to think about it overnight and give me some ideas by breakfast.”

His visitors well departed he looked around and locked the door from his notepad and enabled the white noise generator.  He got close to Katherine’s face looking into her eyes through the screen, “You’re not giving me a lot of options Scorpio.”  Slowly he put his hand over her neck, “Our deal might be forfeit sooner than you like.”

[mikecj]

Katy's neck... everyone wants to stretch it...

[Sharpnel]

Funny, I thought they all wanted to constrict it.

[AlphaMirage]

INN News Service

Firefighters have extinguished the Allegro Hotel fire, tragically Galen Cox and five other citizens perished in what appears to be a natural gas leak.  Fire Marshals are investigating the explosion but right now there is no evidence of foul play.  Princess Katherine is safe but will no longer make public appearances until the investigation has been concluded.  Archon-Prince Victor Steiner-Davion extends his condolences to his sister and will privately mourn the loss of his friend.  He has sent his brother to Solaris and asks that all of your prayers and well wishes be sent to his grieving sister.

04/23/3056 03:47 Location - Solaris City Spaceport, Solaris VII, FedCom

Peter Steiner-Davion touched down at the Solaris VII Spaceport aboard a KR-61 Shuttle rushed from Lyons to Solaris.  He and Titus had taken a command circuit put in place shortly after Galen’s assassination being briefed midway at the attempted murder of Katherine as well.

He could see the Monarch Dropship, FCS Princess of Avalon, preparing for departure.  The vessel should be doing so on some happier planet or Tharkad.  Katherine’s engagement cruise had gone so horribly wrong and he could feel nothing but regret that he had been so boorish with her and Galen.  Now Galen was dead and Katherine had almost followed him into the afterlife. 

The shuttle landed on screeching tires at the busy spaceport in the shadow of many other dropships both FedCom and League.  One of which had brought a company of Royal Guards from Tharkad.  Their Blue and Gold Battlemechs surrounded the White and Red painted Dove Class, MOCHS Temperance, parked near the end of the Spaceport’s Aerodyne Tarmac and surrounded with a hodgepodge city of shipping containers and tents. 

The two of them were greeted by a team of Katherine’s bodyguards including her Chief of Security, as Titus had described the man was a beast but his bald head was down in defeat and shame. “I’m sorry.  I failed Peter.  I would like to tender my resignation.”

He looked toward the larger man putting a hand on his shoulder, “I understand Krauser believe me I do.  However, I cannot accept your resignation, you will have to ask Katherine herself if you have failed.  She’s not dead and I understand your team saved her life and still managed to find the culprit although thus far the body is unidentifiable.” 

Peter took his hand off Krauser and looked over at his Security Chief, “Titus go with Krauser, prep the dropship and shuttle for our departure.”

“Aye Sir,” Both men headed off to the Monarch with a larger group of security. Titus was there to ensure Krauser’s thus far perfect preparation did not suffer.  Also to provide moral support to the man that had almost let his charge die and had lost the life of Galen Cox, Victor’s best friend and Katherine’s Prince-Consort.

Peter now surrounded by Katherine’s Guards took a jeep across the Tarmac toward the Temperance.  Medical and Aid Helicopters still flew in and out carrying casualties and cargo to supply the larger temporary hospital the Canopians had set up for lower grade casualties.  Saving their valuable intensive care beds inside the dropship for higher risk cases. 

The sky was threatening rain, likely a welcome relief as Peter could see the towers of smoke from blazes that continued to burn out large sections of Solaris City even several weeks into the disaster.  The white tents were blowing in the wind as nurses and their assistants closed up the wards against the incoming weather.  Peter saw urban camouflaged 1st Royal Tharkad Jump Troopers patrolling the perimeter while their Battlemechs stood quietly scanning the horizon.  They waved the jeep through seeing the Royal banner flying from it.

Peter walked aboard the Temperance and was greeted by Dr Seraphina Bhola, a young doctor with a thick accent.  “Prince Peter, please follow me.”

The two of them walked through the corridors to the intensive care ward, “What happened to my sister Doctor?”

“Your sister was poisoned, she almost died twice.  There were complications…I’m afraid I can’t say anything more.  We believe she will make a full recovery but it will take time and be very difficult.  I will provide you with a copy of the medications we are giving her to ensure she maintains compliance.”

Two of Katherine’s guards stood at the door unarmed, arms crossed, as they were aboard a neutral non-combat vessel.  They saluted Peter as he walked up and opened the door.  Katherine was pale, lacking all the normal luster of her personality, a tray of uneaten food still at her bedside.  “Peter?”

Peter walked up to her bedside and embraced her tightly, both of them crying freely, “Katherine, I'm so sorry about Galen and so happy you're still alive.”

She returned the embrace harder, “What are you doing here?”
He broke the embrace, cleared his eyes and voice, “Victor wants me to bring you to Tharkad.”
She hesitated and pulling the blanket closer around her, “I'm not going to Tharkad, take me to Gallery.”

He looked at her confused, “Why?”
“Just do it, or you'll have to drag me there kicking and screaming.”  She was wringing her hands under the blanket, “I'm not ready to go there yet.”

INN News Report

Archon-Prince Victor Steiner-Davion continues to contend with an increasingly restive Skye Province, he has extended the subsidies to its inhabitants but sentiment continues to build against him as more rumors circulate that he was responsible for the death of his mother, Melissa Steiner-Davion, last year.  Unverified reports also claim he might have been involved in the bombing that killed Galen Cox and the attempted murder of his sister Katherine on Solaris VII.  Spokesmen for the Princess vociferously deny this but her current location remains unknown.  Kommandant Peter Steiner-Davion has returned to duty in the theater and is attempting to bring a civil end to the growing unrest.

05/18/3056 Location – Blacktree Estate, New Stockholm, Gallery, FedCom

Katherine stood alone in the cool, damp, concrete underground rail terminal and pulled her dark blue wool coat closer.  Three weeks and it still felt so fresh, she just needed to be alone for a while to get herself back together.  She was glad to be rid of her brother, he meant well but she was in no mood to be congenial.  Dowager Duchess Nondi Steiner walked through the utilitarian doorway with a pair of black suited porters who walked over to take her grandniece's luggage, the larger older woman embraced her, “I'm so sorry Katrina”

“Aunt Nondi, I don't know what to do now.  Everything I ever wanted was just torn away from me in a week.  I just need some time away from all this.”

“It will be fine dear, you can stay as long as you like.  I'll show you to your room.”

The world of Gallery was a dismal place, the orange dwarf sun lacked the power to break through the constant rain clouds.  Like everything in the Lyran Commonwealth the Blacktree Estate on this planet had been built to last, it was mostly underground but there were surface structures that interrupted the large forest of Blacktrees, a genetically engineered dwarf Oak capable of surviving on the meager sunlight and rocky soils of Gallery.

Nondi Steiner walked Katherine through the Blacktree Estate stopping shortly at the kitchens for a fresh mug of tea.  Her niece looked dreadful and she could understand her sister, Katherine’s Grandmother, Katrina looked the same way after her husband died of cancer and left her daughter without a father. “Kat I feel so terrible about what happened to you.  Would you like to talk about it?”

Katherine looked out over her own mug of tea, she still had her wool coat on hiding herself in its folds, “I’m not ready to talk about it Non.  You know what happened, now I’m all alone.”

“You’re not alone dear you have family.  ’ll be here for you whenever you need me.”

“Thank you but I’d really like to go to bed, I don’t like space travel and it’s been a long and trying day, week, month.”

“Of course, finish your tea and I’ll show you to your room.”

The chamomile tea was calming and Katherine finished it in silence before continuing with Nondi deeper into the underground residence.  Pictures of all the Gallery Steiners from the first Katherine adorned the walls.  She paused at the portrait of Alistair Steiner, son of the original Katherine and broke down in tears.  Her own son was to be called Alistair, Galen would have approved of the name if he knew but now they were both gone, killed before they could even be united if only in thought and it was all her fault. 

Nondi gave her some time before escorting her to the rooms where the original Katherine and her grandmother Katrina stayed while they resided on the planet. “I’m sorry dear but this is where we part for now.  All of the luggage has been unpacked into the closets, I take breakfast around eight.  Whenever you want to talk call me and I’ll be there; I rarely get visitors and all my boys are gone.”

She hugged her grandniece and gave her a kiss on the forehead rubbing her back to calm the still traumatized girl shaking like a leaf before her.

Katherine changed and went to bed in tears not even willing to look around at the various artifacts present in the room.

[Wrangler]

So not like classic Katherine Steiner-Davion.  She was schemer, merciless egotistic.  Hanse Davion as lady, with no morals.

[AlphaMirage]

So not like classic Katherine Steiner-Davion.  She was schemer, merciless egotistic.  Hanse Davion as lady, with no morals.

She certainly likes to compare herself to her father (I mean who wouldn't really) actually the plans for her and Vlad to get married on Terra (after "liberating" it from the WOB with the Clans) are because if Dad can do it so can I.  As for the no morals, that's rather crass, she probably has limits, she just hasn't reached them yet, people keep trying to kill her (and harm her sister) after all it would be wrong for her to not defend herself.

[AlphaMirage]

INN News Report

Ryan Steiner was killed today on Solaris VII while visiting the ongoing reconstruction efforts, allegedly by the same assassin that killed Melissa last year.  His aide and the sole witness of the event Sven Newmark has disappeared and is wanted by MIIO and the LIC for questioning.

The Free Skye Movement continues to lose ground after their disastrous defeat on Glengarry at the hands of the Grey Death Legion.  The Fourth and Tenth Skye Rangers have been disbanded for participating in the invasion and their commanders have been imprisoned.  Low grade violence continues unabated as security forces from the Federated Suns attempt to quell the uprising.

05/21/3056 10:00 Location – Cartier Residence, Clovis' Point, Lyons, FedCom

Duke George Cartier and Governor Paul Cartier sat across the exotic wooden table from one another, “He's too close and things are coming apart without Gemini, they killed Aries and Libra last week, Cancer and Capricorn are trying to get out but I think it might be too late for them.  All our black accounts are getting drained by Scorpio and only Gemini knew who that is.”

“I know that!  We need something new, Lady Kurita is in system right now on a diplomatic cruise to New Kyoto then beyond.  We can do something about that, you know that would hit the boy prince right in his heart.”

“Yeah and start a massive war that will end up with us just as dead, no we need Peter to do something.  Something big and bad and we need to get it on tape.  That's our way out, might be the only way.”

Paul stroked his beard, “I have an idea, get Captain Pohl.”

05/21/3056 07:42

Derek and Adrian pulled up to Linette's apartment building ready to head to the office for today's work, the past couple of months had been among the busiest in their lives.  She was right there on time as she normally was and hoped into the car.  Adrian leaned over the center of the car, “Good Morning Lin, here's your coffee”

She thanked him and settled back to working on her noteputer putting together the latest expose on The Six, they were acting strangely and she wanted to know why.  Did they have something to do with Ryan Steiner's conspiracy?  She wasn't sure yet but she would get to the truth eventually and rid Lyons of them forever, hopefully her folks would be released from jail as well.

A pair of motorcyclists clad in black with full face helmets rode very close to Derek's car speeding past him before taking the ramp off the highway, “Bunch of show-offs”

Five minutes later the car was engulfed in a fireball, the twisted flaming wreckage tumbled off the overpass and into the street below atop another group of cars in the street.  Fourteen people died and Free Skye claimed the attack, calling it the first strike in a new series of actions against “The Overseers.”

05/22/3056 20:11

Kommandant Peter Steiner-Davion was approaching the remote village of Bellerive, the place where Free Skye was supposedly based, according to the intelligence that Cartier's people provided.  His Thunderbolt 5SS was alone, he had just told the rest of his lance that he was turning in early.  Lin was dead, they understood and left him to his grief except it was rage that motivated him now, a rage so hot that he felt it might consume the whole of this planet.

The sleepy village was nestled in a small river valley far away from most other settlements, tightly grouped wooden buildings surrounded a central square.  It was a primitive place controlled by a small cult that claimed Victor was the “Anti-Christ,” they had no outside communication beyond the weekly truck delivery to their community store.  The Militia wasn't allowed in due to their religious exemptions but that wasn't going to stop the lone Battlemech currently perched atop a hill nearby.

The Thunderbolt's SRM6 was loaded with flechettes that tore into flesh, the flamer fired gouts of super-heated plasma that burned everything to ash, the PPC's lighting crack struck like a vengeful god.  There was no escape from the village, five hundred souls strong, all were snuffed out by the demon in the cockpit.  The Battlemech walked out of the conflagration blackened, coated with the ash of innocents.

Peter walked his mech upstream, his rage satiated and the Thunderbolt took a knee in spongy soil near the river.  He climbed down and hurled into the stream. 

The ash from the still burning village fell down forming a coating on the water and covering him, he tried to wash it away but it just spread more.  He looked at the crimson blaze just downstream could see the smoke rising and fire spreading, “My god, what have I done?”

He pulled out his sidearm, “I can't take it back now, I can't go back to base, or Victor.  They'll know I killed them all,” he put the matte black semi-auto to his temple, “whats one more.”  His finger was on the trigger for several moments before he threw the gun into the river. “******, I can murder five hundred people but can't take my own worthless life.  If only I could disappear, maybe, maybe...”

22:18

Paul Cartier sat alone in his office looking at the download from this remote camera, Peter's Thunderbolt murdering a whole village worth of innocent people just like he planned after Pohl killed his girlfriend, that reporter was damned as soon as she started to ask questions.  He toasted ghosts, “Peter you magnificent bastard, you just made sure I can get out of here before...”

The door to his office opened and a trio of sneak suited commandos face's covered by a non-reflective view plate entered the office, their leader walked forward holding the pistol with practiced ease.

Loki, Paul thought 'shit he wasn't fast enough they probably already got his brother.'

“Scorpio sends her regards,” Three muffled pistol rounds, two in the chest, one in the head. 

“You two, secure his data we'll take it to Niflheim with us.  The Norns will love this little treasure trove. After all traitor's assets are forfeit to the state.”

11/14/3067 Location – Verdant Manor, Minette, FedCom

Yvonne was looking at her brother is a mixture of disgust and pity, “How did you get off Lyons and go under the radar Peter?”

“Omiko Kurita was already heading in the direction of Zaniah, I begged her to take me there and tell Victor and Victor only that I was alive just not where.  LIC must have done some behind the scenes work to fabricate the BattleROMs to ensure I didn't get charged for War Crimes and given that copy to him as well. 

I hate it, it is not right that I get to walk free and I've been trying to do my penance for the past ten years.  The universe is full of second chances Yvonne, as soon as I met Daphne I was struck by how much she looked like Linette.  I don't want you to tell her that though or anything else we discussed. 

You asked and I told you why Nikolai didn't want you to kill him.  You would never be able to live with yourself if you pulled that trigger. Would have torn yourself up even more than you have already because it would have been your fault not his choice.”

Daphne and Victoria returned from their walk and shouted trying to find them, “Peter, where are you.”
“I'm still in the dining room Daphne”
Both of them happily walked back in, “Just catching up with my sister.”
Victoria gave her father a hug, her auburn hair was filled with twigs and dried grass apparently she ran through the forest, “I saw a rabbit it was pretty, I tried to catch it but it was too fast”
“Vicky I'm sure we can find you a rabbit that you won't have to chase unless you want to.”
“Really?” He nodded, Daphne looked at him, “You were sitting here for a half hour and still didn't clear the table.  Come on, what kind of guest are you in your sister's house?”
“We were talking, I'll clear the table and put the dishes in the washer, breakfast was delicious as always Dear.”
Peter did as he said and Daphne watched as Yvonne was playing string games with Victoria, “He's such a good man, I'm so blessed we met.”
“He is sister. I'm sure he feels the same way.”

[mikecj]

Nice, tying up all the loose ends...

[AlphaMirage]

Nice, tying up all the loose ends...

Can't do an entire story in flashback, I mean I guess you could but at that point, its not a flashback anymore.  You just glimpse the Future

Begin Story

11/25/3067 06:00 Location – Government House, Minette, FedCom

The Fourth Whitting Conference Video had just been downloaded by the Minette HPG.  Two days had passed since it occurred which was a record fast time to travel the whole of the Galaxy along “Tin Can Alley,” DRUM relays used to broadcast from New Avalon to Minette and the other Edgeward Outback Worlds from the Coreward Ones without having to go around the vast border worlds of the Federated Commonwealth.  The vid-disk was tagged 'extremely critical to show the Grand Duchess first' by Precentor New Avalon.

Precentor Minette Jelica Vidya arrived at the Government House with a group of Adepts all of whom were seated outside in the lobby under the watchful eye of Marshals since they arrived before regular hours.  When Yvonne walked out of the elevator to her living quarters she was surprised to see so many people here, before breakfast or the sunrise, which made her stomach ache.  She walked up to the white clad COMSTAR Precentor, “Please tell me it’s not something terrible Jelica.”

“Well Yvonne, it didn’t come with a seal from the Estates General and Privy Council making you Regent again but it did say urgent.  I haven’t even looked at the files yet.”

Yvonne relaxed a little and told the staff to just send her breakfast for the conference room.  “Fine let’s take it to the conference room and see what my sister is up to on Tharkad.”

The COMSTAR White and Marshal Khaki was only interrupted by a splash of green from Yvonne’s combat jacket as the conference room was always freezing.  One of the Adepts inserted the disk and played the raw feed sent from Tharkad two days ago.  Tharkad time and the Terran date were displayed underneath as the holographic projector warmed up.

Video/Callback to end of White Wolf of Ragnarok_

Katherine takes the stage, her outfit immaculate, blue and gold dress with a white and red gold ruby and sapphire coronet spiraling into her braided hair, platinum and diamond necklace, her watch, wolf styled bracelet, and signet ring were joined with another ring on her opposite hand. 

“Hello everyone, I hope you have enjoyed the conference thus far.  The Federated Commonwealth is an open and prosperous nation and we strive to be welcoming to the Inner Sphere and Periphery alike.  You are no doubt wondering who I am to sponsor this evening.  It is my great pleasure to invite my husband Vladimir Ward, Khan of the Wolf Empire, to these proceedings.”

Everyone was shocked into silence as Vladimir Ward followed by a Star of Elemental Battle Armor from his Golden Keshik arrived through the grand doors.  He walked up to the stage wearing a gray military uniform with a big red star across the back, his brown hair close cropped, face and scar visible, walking confidently despite his many potential enemies, it was just another day for him. 

The Elementals stood below the stage and locked ranks carefully watching the crowd of freeborn before them.  Three small children walked in from backstage, two boys and a girl and joined the Archon-Princess and Khan.  “I sponsor the Wolf Empire for entry into the Second Star League, Khan Ward has graciously offered to join in our efforts to bring back the glory of the Star League.”

Still First Lord Christian Mannsson stepped up, “You cannot seriously expect us to welcome the enemy into our midst.”

“Why not First Lord?  Coordinator Kurita has no problem using the Nova Cats as human shields against the Ghost Bears...yet he doesn't give them anything in return, not even a vote.  Surely you feel that is more unjust than partnership.”

Former First Lord Theodore Kurita rose up, “Lies!  The Nova Cats volunteered, they are duty bound to protect us from their menacing kin.  Our nations suffered greatly at the hands of the Clans, this entire endeavor is dedicated to their eradication.”

“Is that so, here I thought it was to promote unity in the Inner Sphere and put an end to the Succession Wars, how foolish of me.  This eradication you speak of, did not the Rasalhague people elect a Ghost Bear as their Prince?  Surely you wouldn't let the Combine or the SLDF kill him.”

“We are still trying to get him back and liberate our people from their occupiers...”

“Oh do you want Rasalhague back so dearly?  Darling it is a bit of a problem, what with those Ghost Bears always trying to get it.  Why not let them try.”

Khan Ward was un-phased no one here could threaten him and he knew it, “It is, but it has been good training for our Warriors...and I do so love to spite the Bears.  You can of course trial for it, Regent Prince-General.  Perhaps your people do not wish to return because they find Wolves and Ghost Bears more hospitable.”

“You are all monsters to me Wolf Khan and I will never accept you into the Star League.”

“Harsh words First Lord, I might be offended but I have more important things to do.  I feel as if I am unwelcome on your world Katherine.”

“They will get over it.  I do not appreciate the vitriol expressed on this wonderful day.  Think of the children”

Precentor William Blane of the Word of Blake stood up and was eyed by the Elementals that stood guard over the stage, “The Word of Blake will never accept the Wolves or any Clan into the Star League.”
Theodore and Hohiro Kurita stood as well, “Nor will the Draconis Combine”
Captain-General Thomas Marik, “Neither will the Free Worlds League.”
Katherine looked disappointed but not surprised, “As I feared they will not let you join Vladimir, I suppose then if you will not accept the Federated Commonwealth's decision and so rudely spurn my husband on my world.  I declare that we are withdrawing from this mockery of an institution effective immediately. 

I have long tried to deal with you fairly, but receiving nothing but insult to my character and that of the Commonwealth.  This 'Star League' is nothing but a mechanism to stifle the bright future that awaits us.”

_End Video

Yvonne and everyone in the room was shocked by the video, eight thoughts immediately popped into her head
Husband?
Since When?
Why wasn’t I invited to the Wedding?
My brother-in-law is a Wolf Khan.
I have secret Nephews too?
Where and when did they meet?
They make a cute couple.

This is going to be a problem.

Everyone was looking at her for answers but all she was doing was looking at her fresh cup of coffee.  She looked at one of the pages that worked for her, “James, I’m going to need some whiskey for this coffee.”

The young man looked confused, “It’s not even six thirty a.m. Grand Duchess, are you sure?”

“I’m sure." sigh, "You know where it’s at.”  The man disappeared and shortly returned with a flask bearing her Ducal Seal handing it over.  Yvonne then poured a generous double shot into her coffee cup.

“Precentor, I’m not sure where to go with this but would you join me for a drink?  I think we need to discuss some things.”

11/30/3067 17:58 Location – Trip, Magistracy of Canopus

Adonis Valentine (Arthur Steiner-Davion) and Erdê Centrella were both deployed as part of the Magistracy Development Corps mission to Trip/Adhara.  The planet had been exposed to a virulent biological agent during the Taurian-Magistracy War in the 29th Century and abandoned but had recovered naturally. 

As part of the Niops Association deal with Magestrix Centrella they would settle here by 3072.  As such survey crews were busy searching for potential hazards, settlement locations, and areas to exploit.  Erdê was managing a team of Biowarfare specialists from the MMC remotely from a Magellan Survey Vehicle monitoring them for exposure to the Tetski Terror. 

Commander Valentine patrolled the area in his Thug, the rest of the sole company of 3rd Canopian Grenadiers remaining at base or working alongside the Niops teams.

The Word of Blake’s mobile HPG keyed in on the Command Frequency forcing everyone to pay attention.  “Major Centrella this is Adept Ullen, urgent transmission just came through from Canopus.  You’ll have to report to the habitat though my broadcast dish is nonfunctional.”

“We were already coming in for dinner Ullen, just have it ready for us.”

The teams returned to the habitat and followed standard decon procedures changing into clean clothes before being allowed inside.  There was no sign of the Tetski Terror in the biosphere but that didn’t make caution any less warranted, every planet that had life had its fair share of unique diseases.  Some were harmless but others rendered a planet inhospitable like the dreaded Brisbane Virus in the Taurian Concordat.  At least that the MMC had fixed (or rather MIM stole it from the research lab on New Syrtis where it was developed) saving many lives and earning plenty of good will with the notoriously combative Concordat.

Ullen was reciting passages of his repair manual to the broken broadcast dish asking Blake to guide his hands while replacing the damaged components.  The rest of the survey team sat in their cramped briefing room and activated the holodisk. 

The disk played the final meeting of the Whitting Conference, many of the assembled were speechless but headed back to the mess hall to discuss current events.  Arthur and Erdê remained in the briefing room after they departed, “Erdê, I am apparently collecting a lot of interesting potential brothers-in-law slash mortal enemies.  I am so glad I’m on the other side of the universe from both of them and I really hope this doesn’t go as bad as I fear it might.” 

[Wrangler]

Woah.

There slight change in the way universe ended up.  I don't get where the Wolf Empire would come up in?  That was not a thing a Trueborn Clanner would have come up with.

AlphaMirage, are you warming up a new story? Third Transfer, Katherine pt III?

[mikecj]

Fun!