Throughout human history there has been a phenomenon where people relate to each other based on where they were or what they were doing when they found out about some great tragic event. "Where were you when JFK (or a few years later RFK) was shot?" "Where were you when O.J. was acquitted?" The list goes on: When L.A. rioted over a court verdict, when Princess Di was killed, when the towers fell, when James McKenna died, when Tintavel was obliterated, when Richard Cameron was executed, when Kentares was soaked in blood, and now most recently when Melissa Steiner-Davion was killed. The tendency probably goes back to Brutus and Caesar and the Ides of March; but it isn't March, and I'm not stuck between Romans with gladii, I'm stuck between soldiers loyal to one or another of her last names who control fusion powered weapons that would have made those Romans shit their togas. Not a happy place to be...
The Steiner-loyal mechwarriors commanded by Hauptmann-General Manfred Kurtzmann scowl at us and say we're protecting "disloyal elements" because we disobeyed "Shorty's" orders and saved a Davion-loyal tank battalion that would have been chewed up by a Clan raiding force a week ago. The Tankers, commanded by Kommandant Terry Mackall, thought we were protecting the "Damned Lyrans" because we wouldn't swear that Manfred left them to hang on purpose. Things had deteriorated badly enough in the past week that General Vandenburg (he insisted that I call him "Skip") had issued a message to all active duty personnel on planet.
"During these difficult times it is imperative that we remember our duties to each other and to the citizens we protect. Whether we enlisted as soldiers for our homeland or signed a contract to fight for a price, we agreed to defend the interests and the people of the Federated Commonwealth to the best of our abilities. Have no doubt that the men under my command will not falter in that duty, even should all those around us forget their oaths. We do not stand for Steiner nor Davion, we swore an oath to the Federated Commonwealth and we shall stand by that oath. We will combat ANY and ALL threats to that Commonwealth regardless of origin until our contract expires or we are released from it by due process of law. We wish to thank all of the soldiers who stand by their oaths alongside us in these trying times.
From the desk of General Albert Vandenburg Jr."
The message was a thinly veiled threat to the AFFC forces on planet with us. If you could read between the lines it said: do your job and there is no problem, mess with us or each other and there will be hell to pay. The whole situation was kinda like baby-sitting my younger cousins, but with the potential to get much bloodier...
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Two weeks... Doesn't seem like long in the great scheme of things, but sometimes two weeks is long enough...
In the last two weeks I've fought the "Clanners" twice, disobeyed a direct order from a Lyran general on orders from a mercenary Major, and taken the time to re-examine my hatreds in light of recent experience. Going by what I've learned from Sandra (that red-haired Lady-Satan from Hotel Company) the Clanners are just doing what they're told according to a much more ingrained and effective ad campaign than any the Federated Commonwealth ever put together. Hell, I almost feel sorry for the clanners. they didn't just buy the con, they were born into it. The poor bastards...
Those thoughts aside I'm supposed to help plan out next weeks combined-arms live fire exercise. Mackall's tankers are looking for an excuse to crucify any MechWarrior they can, and Skip wants us to make peace. Ozzy (Major Honeywell) thinks I'm a good candidate since I share a common background with Kommandant Mackall and most of his men. I only faound out later that the Major had shown them my gun-cam footage from home, complete with tac-channel sound and a short biography. Most of these guys outrank me, I don't want to be their hero...
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Human nature being what it is I know that you want to hear the good news first. I would too in your shoes, so here it comes: I had only lost one Mech, about a platoon worth of infantry and two tanks from my hastily assembled garrison force. Balanced against that we had decimated two lances of Mechs personally led by "shorty", perhaps better known as Hauptmann General Manfred Kurtzmann. I had no shame at all about putting a simulated LB-X round through his cockpit, it was the message I got next that made unpleasant orifices pucker...
"Drop-port control to all available planetary defense units: An un-identified Mech and various support vees have broken our perimeter heading North-East. Preliminary data indicates one medium Mech with vehicular support travelling at speeds approaching 90 KpH, on a heading 035 from drop-port control facilities. All units intercept and contain using all due force."
That transmission had me concerned, but not overly worried until Sandra exclaimed "What the hell are the Scorpions doing here?!?!?!" when she saw the relayed data from the 'port. She had tried to explain Clan politics and interaction to me a few nights ago, but I begged off with a headache. Upon Hearing the word "scorpion" I regretted that laziness on my part, and ordered all my forces to move on an intercept vector. If the Clans called them "grave-robbers" I was pretty sure I didn't want them on any planet I was charged with protecting...
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Loomis, Roland and I moved out in a hurry once our ammo bins were stocked, and I do believe we owe those techs a round of drinks for the quick pit stop. Major Honeywell formed up with us on the way about the time we got a SitRep from the first units on scene. The three quarters of Hotel Company's Recon lance that had functional Mechs had arrived at an abandoned farmstead to find a single Phoenix Hawk and a battered old recovery vehicle parked near the house. The P-Hawk hadn't made any moves since they arrived, but Lt. Ernst Model was holding his forces back until some backup could arrive. Apparently he thought the whole thing might be a trap, and everyone was kind of edgy because Sandra (Hotel Company's resident Clan expert) had recognized the insignia on the Mech's shoulder as a Goliath Scorpion insignia. Few of us had ever heard of the Goliath Scorpions, and she was probably the only warrior in the whole battalion that had any clue what they were capable of...
We arrived shortly on the heels of a beat up SHadow Hawk from Hotel's Command Lance, and formed a loose line to the East of the farmhouse. Corporal Granger (arguably the best scout in the battalion, and definitely the heaviest drinker) pointed out some confusing details: while the Mech was clearly a Phoenix Hawk the configuration was unfamiliar, and although the largest insignia was a stylized scorpion on the right shoulder, there was a piece high on the left torso that bore a small Steiner Fist, what appeared to be a unit patch of some sort, and several kill markers along with a name and some sort of slogan that appeared to be German.
"Sir, it reads "Uberhaupt Zuverlassig" or something like that , I don't know what that means." she said.
Lt. Model responded in his almost stereotypically Lyran accent with a translation: "It means Ever Faithful in English, and it vas ze rallying cry of a group of Lyran volunteers who aided Herr General Kerensky against ze usurper."
"Thank you Leftenant and Corporal." Replied the Major, sounding cool, calm and collected. "I think it's time we spoke to our visitor. Keep alert people, just because we have an eight to one advantage doesn't mean one of our mothers won't get a letter if he gets uppity and lucky."
You know those stories about how the commo suites on the old-school P-Hawks were superior and could listen in on all sorts of frequencies? Yeah, apparently they're true because he broke in our guard channel and spoke as if he'd been listening in on our conversation. If anything that ought to serve as a lesson about commo discipline...
"Welcome to the Reinhold farm MechWarriors, or at least welcome to what is left of it. Leftenant Model is quite correct regarding both the translation and origin of the decoration upon this BattleMech, although I am afraid that explanations regarding those markings and my presece here must wait until some formalities are addressed. Major, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Jason, a humble Seeker of Clan Goliath Scorpion, and the gentlemen in the vehicle next me are my bondsmen. I am here to challenge you to a trial of possession for the grounds of this farm. With what forces will you defend this claim?"
I swear to this day that the Major laughed when he heard that. He actually laughed. I certainly didn't expect that...
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I was sure the Major would step up and answer the challenge himself, but Roland surprised us. He stepped his Wolverine forward into the clear and announced that he would face the strange Clansman. The rest of us stepped back so he would have room to maneuver, and the two approached each other cautiously, sizing each other up from a distance while autocannon rounds and laser beams started the exchange.
It was like watching a boxing match, each opponent testing the other with well timed jabs and then moving, looking for a weakness to exploit. For some minutes this continued, and it seemed like an eternity. Roland seemed to stumble and the Clanner darted inside to press his advantantage, but Roland's counter attack was telling, and both of them staggered and fell to the ground. When they regained their footing the fighting got vicious, and both warriors fired all out volleys in an effort to end the contest quickly.
When the smoke cleared the Phoenix Hawk was standing motionless, and I could see the damaged reactor shielding and gyro. The Clanner's mech had shut down and Roland was demanding his surrender...
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I remember being surprised several times that day. I was surprised when Roland beat the clanner, but even moreso when he showed mercy. Roland had lost his home during the Clan Invasion and had little hope of seeing it or his family ever again, yet he gave the Scorpion a chance to surrender, saying "Killing you accomplishes nothing."
Once the defeated Scorpion exited his 'mech we met the bondsmen who had accompanied him, a young technician and an aged and scarred (former) elemental. When Roland refused to take them as bondsmen they seemed confused, but he simply stated "We don't do that here." It was then that they voiced their request.
They had brought a small box containing the earthly remains of Gunther Reinhold, a Lyran citizen who had volunteered to fight against Stefan Amaris nearly three centuries ago, then followed Aleksandr Kerensky on his Exodus, then finally died protecting civilians after refusing to follow Nicholas Kerensky on another Exodus when humans followed their nature even in a new home and continued to war against each other. They wanted to bury the remains on the grounds of the farm, as an honor to the fallen warrior. They had found the location of his home after reading a journal they had found with his body, and Jason had seen this mission as a sort of spiritual quest. Soldiers bringing a fallen soldier home to rest, how could we say no?
As we prepared the grave the rest of the Lancers arrived and set up a perimeter. General Vandenburg parked his Stalker squarely in front of General Kurtzmann's Zeus and proclaimed that we had the situation under control and did not require his aid. I almost wish I could have seen that, but I was helping Benjamin, the Elemental, dig the grave. Mostly I listened to him tell me about the things that he had read in Reinhold's journal while he dug at a pace I couldn't hope to match. Benjamin had seen war and survived, but had failed to earn recognition among his clan. He envied the simple existence of the farmer that Reinhold had written about in his journal. Benjamin had at first been dumbfounded that a warrior such as Reinhold might wish to return to his roots as a laborer after "rising above them" but he had since decided that it sounded like a pleasant way to finish out one's days if one couldn't die in battle.
Before we finished digging the grave the unit's lawyer had filed the papers to solidify a legal claim to the land for us, and to officially grant a work visa and resident alien status to Benjamin so that he could tend the farm and watch over the gravesite. The old farm fell within our area of responsibility so it wasn't hard to push that claim through despite Kurtzmann's protests. Securing safe passage offworld for Jason was somewhat more taxing, but that exchange marked the moment when I decided I would follow General Skip Vandenburg to the gates of Hell if need be.
"Frankly Manfred, I don't care if some reporter said there were Clanners in the area, I'm telling you it's an honor guard bringing a fallen soldier home. My legal attache says there is nothing in the legal precedent regarding how long ago that soldier fell, so long as he or she was a Lyran citizen and the honor guard does not conduct hostile operations against Lyran forces. I'm granting him safe passage out of here if I have to walk him onto my dropship and accompany him back to the front myself." I believe that Skip would have done that too, had Kurtzmann pushed the issue, but "Shorty" was afraid of two things: 1) that Skip could thrash him badly in a one-on-one fight, and 2) that a dubious legal challenge might derail his career aspirations.
In the end Kurtzmann caved in, Jason made it out of Lyran space, Benjamin learned how to be a farmer, and we sowed the seeds of our own misery in the years to come. A "Social General" is still a General after all...