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Heart of the Dragon

Act I

War room
Daimyo’s Palace
Kanowit
Draconis Combine
3052


“The Nova Cats have issued their Batchall.”  Daimyo Ryukan Kaneda announced to his war council.

“My Lord, I request permission to join you on the field of battle.”  Hatsu Hideki, the long-time head of the household staff and master at arms proclaimed.

“I appreciate the sentiment my old friend.  But I have another task for you.  If we hurry we can ensure at least some of our people escape.  There is a jumpship at the Nadir point that has room for two Dropships.  Find the merchants that arranged for those collars.  Convince them that it is their duty to help as many people escape from this world as possible.  It is not a glorious task but an important one.  I ask you to undertake it.”

“I will see to it at once.”  Hideki bowed.

“You cannot send us all away.”  The commander of the local militia declared.

“No, I cannot.  Have your troops help load up what supplies we can for our people.  After that is done, distribute the arsenals to the rural areas.  We have no hope of holding this world in a traditional pitched battle but we can serve the Dragon by melting into the countryside and becoming thorns in their side until aid can arrive.”

“Hai.”  The militia commander bowed.

Hikkaru’s room

A knock at the door broke Hikkaru’s meditation.

“Enter.”

Hideki entered, the aging man then bowed.

“What is it?”

“I am to fetch you and your mother.  Your father has ordered as many people off this world as possible before the Nova Cats claim it.  I have interpreted these orders to include you and your mother.”

“I see.  And who else?”

“To help secure the cooperation of the merchants, their families and the families of their business contacts, and then as many people as we can safely bring aboard the Dropships, chosen as randomly as possible.”

Hikkaru nodded.

Since the Clans had resumed their offensive Hikaru had a trunk of necessities packed and ready to go.  It seemed likely this day would come and thus his prudence had paid off.

“Where shall we go?”  Hikkaru asked as he retrieved his trunk.

“Our end destination for the moment is Luthien.”

“I should be staying with my father.  Do my duty to the Dragon.  But I am a useless disappointment.”

“Do you not see, young master?  Your father understands this is going to be a long war, and that help will be unlikely to come.  So he is planning for the long term.  He knows you will be more service to the Dragon alive and free.  Not dead or in captivity at the hands of the Clans.”

“You are a wise man Hideki.”  Hikkaru nodded.

“Come.  We must fetch your mother next.”

“Hai.  She will be more difficult.”

The two went down the hall to the master bedroom, Hikkaru gently knocked.

The door slid open and Hikkaru’s mother Emi had clearly been crying.

“Word has already gotten around.  I am as ready as I can be.”  Emi gestured to a small assortment of luggage.

Hideki and Hikarru nodded as other servants appeared to collect the luggage.

The trip to the space port was quiet.  There was nothing more to be said.

Militia troops had formed a perimeter to keep the panicked masses at bay.

The Buccaneer had been hastily configured.

As such the bunks for Hikarru and his mother were rather simple and spartan.

“These are the best we can offer on such short notice.”  The Captain said.

Emi was quietly crying again.

Hikarru knew he could use his authority to demand two of the crew give up their bunks so he and his mother could have more suitable accommodations but he knew that would just create problems in the long run.  Plus he doubted that it would actually be that much of an upgrade.

“We understand.”

Hikarru started storing their luggage.  It barely all fit in the space provided to them.

With careful and gentle prodding he helped his mother into the improvised launch set and buckled her in.

As he leaned in, his mother hugged him.

He hugged her back as she drew him in further, the wetness on her cheek touching his.

“I know.  He does his duty for the Dragon and has decided we should live.  But…”  Emi said quietly.

“He is your husband and my father.  I understand mother.” Hikkaru said as he drew back to secure himself.

“I should be with him.”  Hideki said as he joined them.

“I am certain if circumstances were different he would have gladly done you the honor of a position on the battlefield next to his.  But he knows this conflict is not over and that your true value is in teaching the next generation of the faithful sons and daughters of the Dragon.”  Hikkaru said as the alarm for liftoff sounded.

The transit out to the jumpship was thankfully uneventful as the passengers were too distraught for conversation at the prospect of now being refugees and the Nova Cats granting them safcon.

Furuike ya
Kawazu tobikomu
Mizu no oto

One last time I jump into the pond of battle to do my duty for the Dragon.  Hear me!  Carry on!  The Dragon needs you all!


Final transmission from the Daimyo’s palace.

A stuffy administrator’s office
Luthien City, Luthien
3052


“The Coordinator sends his regrets for not tending to this matter personally.”  The elderly man sitting across from Hikkaru might have been sincere at one point, but now with the ravages of age and a war on a scale not seen in some time, he barely even looked up from the printouts in front of him.

“I understand.  I am but a refugee without a world.  He has many far more important matters to attend to than to see to such a lowly person as I.”  Hikkaru answered far more sincerely.

“Still that you are of a noble family, one who’s head of family did the duty of them as best can be expected of them in these trying times has come at an opportune time.  The Daimyo of Apriki also did his duty to the Dragon and leaves only a daughter.  As such it has been decided you and she shall marry and together establish a noble family that shall rule the world of Apriki for the Dragon.  Transport has been arranged.”  The administrator barely even looked up from the obvious script he was reading from.

At least he has the sense to not betray his true feelings.  Hikkaru thought to himself briefly.

“I Obey.  For the Dragon.”  Hikkaru bowed.

Hikkaru spent some small amount of time procuring some much needed things for the trip to Apriki in the local markets.

By the time he returned to the starport the local sun was starting to set and Hideki was waiting for him.

“I must apologize, my master.  Your mother… She slipped away from me and I cannot locate her.  All I was able to find was this.”  Hideki bowed as he presented a neatly folded piece of paper.

Hikkaru unfolded the paper.

I am sorry my son.  My grief overwhelms me.  You remind me too much of your father.  I have made arrangements to enter into a monastery.  Please forgive me and do not try to look for me.  I still love you but the pain is too great.

Your mother


“She has made her wishes clear and as such I cannot fault you Hideki.  Spread the word.  We move on to the world of Apriki.”  Hikkaru shook his head.  “For now we shall honor her request and pray that she has judged correctly that this will bring her the peace she desires.”

“Hai.”  Hideki bowed again.

Daimyo’s palace
Apriki
Draconis Combine
3052


Hikkaru sat across from his bride to be.  Her soft brown eyes almost melted his grief at first sight.  She was of an age with Hikkaru.

“So you are my husband to be.” The young woman across from him smiled.

“I am.” Hikkaru almost stammered.

“Then for now you may address me as Hinata.”  The young woman giggled.

“You’re beautiful.”  Hikkaru found he could not restrain himself from the direct complement.

“You’re bold.  I like that.  Tell me, are you a proper samurai as well?”  Hinata poured some tea for the two of them.

“No.  I was born with a deficiency that has prevented me from serving the Dragon that way.  I do what I can to keep myself fit though.”

“Good.  I am not looking to become a widow, especially at my age.”

“Hah.”  Hikkaru almost spilled his tea as he started laughing too hard.

“Shall we take a stroll around the grounds after tea?”

“That sounds fantastic.”  Hikkaru smiled.

Under a blossoming cherry tree
Daimyo’s palace garden
Apriki
3052


Hikkaru stood nervously in his formal attire.

Hinata came walking out of the house in her formal Kimono, veil draped over her carefully painted face.

Hikkaru felt his heart skip a beat each time she took a carefully measured step and the drums beat out the procession rhythm as the other instruments and singers performed the ancient traditional songs.

Fortune has smiled on me.  This may be an arranged marriage and rather sudden but Hinata… I may be a young fool but I am a very lucky man.

Hikkaru was lost in his fiancee’s gaze and had to be prodded to say his vows twice before he finally did so.

Hinata had no such trouble.

The handful of guests were mostly those expected for such a ceremony as neither had any real friends or family to come attend.

The Daimyo of Irurzun was easily the most important guest.

“So you are the son of the Frog and my newest Daimyo.”  The man almost grunted.

“I am Daimyo.”

“A shame.  I had expected more.”

“I regret that I cannot give my death to the Dragon but I do instead give something else.  My life.”  Hikkaru knew he should have measured his words more carefully.

“I will keep that in mind.”  The Daimyo walked off.

“Hikkaru, it was not wise to antagonize your senior in such a way.”  Hinata joined her now husband.

“Perhaps but if he is wise he will also understand that what I said was not meant as an insult but a reminder that the Dragon also needs those who farm, fish, make, and study.  This is not a war that can be won by the old ways of Takashi but by Theodore’s.”

Meanwhile, Kowloon,
3052…


"It's a Giant militia formation, Henrietta, you can do better."  Colonel (regent) Jameson Stonecipher III said sadly,  "they may as well have outright said you're unreliable."
Henrietta winced.  "Yeah? So?" she asked.  "I'm patient status until they clear me anyway, and besides, I wasn't Patri   ck, didn't get the grades to get into CMW, never mind Nagelring, and I didn't so much 'graduate' as fight a frantic last ditch to the escape dropship at Blackjack.  Big Militia formation or not, they're making me a Hauptmann, and I wouldn't get there in a unit with Nagelring grads."

The older man harrumphed.  "I was looking forward to a quiet retirement, too…"

She rolled her eyes, "For right now, I'm on leave, here with Lizzie, to make sure the place is ready for Pat and his new wife."

"So they're going to release him?"

"Reserve status so he can take up the Ducal seat, sir.  They're supposedly letting him pro-rate his five since he's a ducal heir and Dad's been confirmed KIA."

"But they're keeping YOU?"

"Spare." she said, "Heir and a Spare, I'm the spare, he's the Heir…and someone needs to run die firma and I didn't finish my schooling.""  she put the datareader down on his desk, "In the meantime, Colonel, sir, we've got to fix these discrepancies, or you'll have the Inspector General crawling up your ass with a ground glass phallus. Her Majesty wants the Tithe ready for deployment, that means opening up the training grounds and finding equipment…"

***

"He's been

Stealing!!"  Elizabeth insisted, "From the realm!!"

"And I know that, and you know that, and we can even prove it, but we're going to pretend we can't."  Henrietta said evenly, "we're going to pretend, that these are errors and mistakes and we're going to fix them and he's going back to Filtvelt or wherever the Royal Family found him."

"But-"

"But nothing.  Here's what happens if we don't pretend: We'll be fighting a civil war here on Kowloon inside a week, and win or lose, everybody loses.  Stoney has friendships in court, and Dad never cultivated any, and Grandad pissed off the Feddie side with his policies, so we still don't have friends in court, violence will not win this, we're going to be polite, we're going to be clear, we're going to hand the world over to Patrick intact and that is where it ends."


Daimyo’s Palace
Apriki
18 February , 3053


Hikkaru had summoned the physician after Hinata had started complaining about pains.

“She’s early.”  The Doctor pronounced.  “Daimyo Ryukan I must ask you wait outside.  This is a delicate time.”

“I understand.”  Hikkaru nodded.

I am useless once again…

He went out to the garden, the small meditation shrine.  But he could not find peace enough in his mind or body.  So he instead started strolling the walking paths.

He tried to study the koi in the pond.  The leaves on the cherry tree.  Anything to try and distract him from the fact that his wife was in distress while carrying their first child.

None of it was working.

It was a small mercy that an aid came to fetch him.

He returned outside their room.

“Tell me Doctor, what is it?”

“I am sorry.  Your wife has passed from complications during childbirth.  I was able to save your daughter.  It is highly likely she will have developmental problems being born this early.  I have done all I can here and have arranged for a medical VTOL to get your daughter to NICU as quickly as possible.”

“Do it.  Do not waste space for me.” Hikkaru fell to his knees and began to cry.

For an arranged marriage they had found happiness together in a short time that most never find, even when allowed to choose one’s spouse freely.

After a few moment Hikkaru collected himself and stood up.

“Arrange for the ground car.  I wish to have a few moments to grieve and the drive will allow that.”

NICU ward
Osaka Medical Center
Apriki
About an hour later


Hikkaru stared at the impossibly small thing that was his daughter.

“Do all you can Doctor.”  Hikkaru commanded.

“I shall.  I am confident that if she survives the night she will have a future of some measure.”

“Good.  I shall stay here until then.”

“Of course.  I shall have a chair brought up so that you may sit and watch her in more comfort.”

“Thank you.”

Hikkaru stood there silently.  Willing his grief away as best he could.

I must be of steel.  For her.  She needs me now and I cannot be lost.  Hinata would not want that for either of us.

Daimyo’s palace
Apriki
18 February 3053


Hideki looked at the two children in front of him.

One was his grandson, also named Hideki after himself.  The other was Clara.  His granddaughter.

Hideki the Younger was here because his father had begun his training for entry into the DCMS and his mother had been killed fighting the Ghost Bears.

“Welcome Grandson.”  Hideki the Elder greeted the barely older than a toddler.

“Grandpa!”  Hideki the Younger exclaimed.

Clara stood there nervously.

“Grandaughter.” Hideki the Elder shifted his attention to the small girl, younger than Hideki the Younger.

Clara just nodded.

“Come.  I shall show you to your rooms.”



3053.02.18, somewhere antispinward on the Clan Front…

It was the very definition of a ******.  "Scout lance, fall back!! Fire Lance, support them!!"  The Jade Falcons had been ready for the raid, and they'd caught the Command element on landing.

"What about the Colonel?"

"I have not the faintest ****** clue where Colonel Stonecipher is, what I know is this raid is a ****** disaster, fall back to the extract by lances, cover each other!!"

The Mercs hadn't been worth the money, and she had to figure out how to extract some of them with her own men under fire.

They knew we were coming, they knew where the drop zone would be.  another carat on her command console went black, as Heffernan's Zeus  shattered on the ridge to her left.  son of a bitches knew we were coming.

"Move! Move! SCHNELL GOTTDAMMIT!!"  she hammered out with her Griffin's PPC at the distorted bird-legged thing hopped over her battalion CO's broken 'mech.

back to blackjack once again…  she pushed up to a run, going perpendicular to the enemy's line, as a Thor erupted from a  blind cliff. 

She smashed its cockpit with a fist, and twisted its autocannon arm sideways as it was firing…

Daimyo’s Palace
Apriki
28 February 3053


It took every favor Hikkaru had with his peers, even indebting himself to many to arrange for his guests that had shown up this day.

A small number of Nova Cats believing in their vision were already finding ways to trickle into the Combine.

The Scientist had come.

She examined the diminutive child.

“I am sorry.  Her mental capacity is beyond even our ability to correct.”

Hikkaru slumped in his chair.

After a brief moment of silence he looked at the Scientist.

“Perhaps an alternative.”  Hikkaru said thoughtfully.

Then suddenly he got up and dashed into another area of the house leaving the Nova Cat Scientist bewildered.

He returned with a hair.

“From her brush.  I know of your Iron Womb technology.  If you cannot help my daughter then you can repay the debt of blood your Clan owes me with another daughter with my wife.”

“Very well.  I shall make arrangements.”  The Scientist sighed.

Maintenance shed
Daimyo’s Palace
Apriki
3 March 3053


It wasn’t a true Iron Womb, but a close enough approximation as the Scientist fully understood the implications of the never ending stream of requests of this type that the Nova Cats would receive if they used a true Iron Womb.

But this?  This was something that in theory the Combine should be able to produce itself.  The results would not be as successful as what could be achieved with a True Iron Womb.

Scientist Conrad studied the genetic samples.  The one from Hikkaru was mostly fine.  There were some genetic predispositions to certain conditions that would prevent a child from becoming a Warrior.  The sample from Hinata though.  It had not been properly stored and was thus largely useless.

Scientist Conrad looked over at the toddler Yurika.  Someone had left her unattended and she had found her way into the maintenance area.

“It is a good thing that this is not a dangerous technology for one such as yourself that I am working with.”  Conrad then thought for a moment.  “Your timing is excellent.”

He grabbed a syringe and some swabs.

Yurika didn’t let out a sound when he drew a sample.

“You must have a good tolerance for pain.  Still I apologize.”  Conrad began putting the combined samples into his equipment.

“I still need to fill a few gaps.”  Conrad furled his brow.  “Fortunately I do have the data and equipment to synthesize and introduce Katayama markers.  That will fill the gaps without disrupting the DNA chains too much.  Yes.  That should still have her pass DNA checks as the daughter of Daimyo Ryukan and his wife without the issues of Lord Ryukan himself.”

Conrad began the work.

Within a few hours everything was in place.

Yurika was still sitting quietly on the floor, forgotten by Conrad when he left the shop.

She stood up unsteadily then more waddled than walked over to the artificial womb.  On the control panel she pressed a series of commands into the device.

Eventually Clara came into the shop.

“There you are.  Everyone has been looking for you.  Come on.  It is dinner time.”  Clara, barely older than the toddler, grabbed Yuirka’s hand and began pulling her to the main house and dining hall.

Maintenance area
Daimyo’s Palace
Apriki
10 March 3053


“This should be impossible.” Conrad checked the readings for the third time.

“What should be impossible.”  Hikkaru demanded as he stood behind Conrad.

“Twins.  With this equipment that should not be possible.  But somehow it is.”

Conrad tapped commands into the console then a look of shock came over his face.

“You have found something.  Out with it.”

“Someone tampered with the artificial womb.”  Conrad said after a moment.

“Who?”  Hikkaru demanded firmly.

“The Dragon told me how to do it.”  Yurika’s small voice was barely audible above the hum of the machines and generators.

Hikkaru looked at his daughter that had seemed to appear out of nowhere.  Somehow as incredible as the statement was he did not doubt it for a moment.  The sincerity in Yurika’s voice left no doubt.

“The Dragon said if I did that I could have two sisters instead of one.  So I did.”  Yurika  giggled innocently.

Hikkaru stopped himself for a moment and realized something.

“Is there a danger?”

“It would be better if we separated them so each was in their own artificial womb as the system is only really designed to handle the needs of one fetus.  But that can be done safely.”

“Then do it.”

“Yes Daimyo.”

I need to take greater measures to see after Yurika.  But that she is able to do this at this age…  This is nothing short of a miracle.  Hikkaru snatched up his daughter.

“You’re going to be a big sister now.”  Hikkaru realized that as much as he felt guilty for asking for another child in this way, what Yurika had done meant she did not see it as her being replaced.

What had been missed was the proclamation by Yurika that she would have sisters.

By everyone.

But the confirmation of that proclamation would come in a few more weeks once the fetuses were old enough to make that determination.

The Daimyo of Irurzun was the first to send a carefully worded letter of congratulations.

The thinly veiled contempt and dismissal of Ryukan Hikkaru was easy enough to read between the lines.

Similar messages washed in from his peers.

Still when Hikkaru welcomed his daughters Natsu and Yuko into the world on the 29th of January 3054 he found he did not care.  The methods may have been unusual but he was the father of three daughters that he found himself adoring.

Yurika’s room
Daimyo’s Palace
3 February 3054


Doctor Wanda Greene had just completed her residency at Osaka Medical Center in the capital of Apriki when Daimyo Ryukan Hikkaru poached her for his house hold physician.

She was examining Yurika as she sat quietly on the floor.

“It is odd how quiet she is.  Usually children with this sort of condition are more active.  Both physically and vocally.”

“She’s not always that way.  Sure that’s how she is most of the time.  But every now and again she’ll make an outburst of some sort.”  Clara had already been appointed Yurika’s official companion despite her own youth.

Wanda nodded as she placed a portable noteputer in front of Yurika.

“What is that?”  Clara asked.

“A simple battery of tests.  Audio visual, simple stuff really but should reveal just exactly what kind of condition we’re dealing with.”  Wanda said as she watched Yurika tap commands into the noteputer or tap on the touch screen.

A few hours later in the main hall

“There is no doubt about it.  Yurika is a very special case.  Despite the complications of her birth she tested extremely highly in terms of intellect.  Technology in particular.”  Wanda briefed.

“How can you be certain?”  Hikkaru asked.

“Somehow she hacked the test noteputer.  That should be beyond a child of her age but she did it.”  Wanda sighed.  “She really should be under much more specialized supervision.”

“In a facility? I think not.  I am Daimyo of this world and she is my daughter.  We shall see to her needs.”  Hikkaru said flatly.

Ducal Palace
Kowloon
12 August 3055


Colonel Stonecipher skulked back into his office.

His carefully veiled attempt to get Henrietta Ngo killed in battle in the vain hope that the evidence against him would disappear too had not worked the way he had hoped.

So now he was gathering up his golden parachute before disappearing for good.

“She said you would be stupid enough to try this.”  A tall blond in Ngo Industries secretariat dress code said as she stepped into Stonecipher’s office.

“Heh.  And what is a legal secretary from Ngo Industries going to do about it?  Bury me in paperwork?”  Stonecipher scoffed.

“A tempting idea if I had enough paperwork.  No.  I think I’ll try this…”  The woman tore the side of her dress open while discarding her heels then stepped closer to Stonecipher.

By the time Stonecipher’s brain registered danger she had struck him in the throat.

Choking for air she stepped back slightly and snapped a kick into the bridge of his nose.

Stonecipher fell to the floor of his office like a cold sack of potatoes.

“Natalie…  Now we’re going to have to replace the carpet…”  Liz complained as she entered the office next.  “And I’m going to have to wait to question him.”

“Take it out of my paycheck.”  Natalie Roshack chuckled, “Hmph.  I just might.  So when is big sis going to be back?”

 Liz scrunched her face. “Two weeks according to her message.  But you already knew that.” 

"Your brother gave his permission…"

“Yeah.  I guess I’m just impatient since we can finally do something about Stoney boy here."

“You still do not care for me do you?”

“No.  But you helped save big sis’ life on Blackjack and she likes you.  So call it ‘me warming up to you’ that we’re having this conversation at all.”

“Fair.  I am expensing this dress though.”

“You’re learning.”

“Indeed.”

“But that also means I am definitely taking the carpet out of your paycheck.  You didn’t have to break his nose and get blood all over it.”  Liz shot back.

“Worth it.”

***

"You were supposed to detain him until IG could arrive, Elizabeth."  Duke Patrick Ngo was home after spending weeks jumping from Jumpship to Jumpship to do his annual duty to the realm on Tharkad as Duke of Kowloon.  "You promised you'd let the professionals handle it."

"Natalie's professional, and he was packing for an unscheduled trip."

"Just the broken nose?"

"Well, there might be some side effects from the narco…desertion is a capital crime, Pat."

'I know." he said.  "Henrietta diverted to Melissia for recovery.  She managed to bring most of the 1st and 2nd battalions out alive-she's getting a medal."

Liz pumped her fist "YUSS!!!"

"Thought that'd make you happy.  They're talking about rebuilding the seventy seventh."

"It should be the ONE Seventy First." Liz scowled, "We're paying for most of it, after all."

"No, not going to fight that fight." He shook his head, "You're not either, Lil'Bit.  How's the new medicine?"

"Leaves me groggy." Elizabeth confided.

"Funny, Li says you pay more attention in Assembly meetings now that you're on it." he observed, "Cham says you're calmer too.  Is it helping you focus?"

The girl nodded.

"Good. Henrietta's gonna be happy about that…"

"What happens with Stonecipher?"

"He ditched his command and tried to run." Patrick said, "So…he gets a courts-martial and sentencing under AFFC guidelines. While you and the doctors were playing 'pincussion the traitor with drugs' did you find out why a decorated Fedsuns officer would do that?"

Liz looked at the floor, then, "You won't believe it."

"I'll believe you told me something if you talk."

"He thinks his whole operation here, the embezzlement, the equipment theft, all of it? Was sanctioned.  He got it in his head to run, because he got a coded order from his handler in an HPG message." 

"One that obviously didn't originate with the Steiner-Davions?"

She shook her head, "I…I don't think so, there's no win condition."

He nodded.  "You're right, there is no win condition for that…so next suspicion, because I know you have one."

"Grandfather warned about trusting messages from secret sources coming through Comstar…I think the Earthers were using him as a sock puppet."

Patrick sighed, "have the transcripts ready when LIC shows up with their auditor." he told her, "but keep backups just in case, and a suicide watch on the prisoner."

"Pat, are you going to open the trade with the Fedsuns half?"

"Archon Melissa made a solid case." He said, "Yes.  I know, Grandfather was pretty adamant, but…"

"But it's done and done?" Liz asked.

He nodded.  "Yeah, done-and-done.  We're going to do business in the other half of the realm directly.  We need the export cash."

"Bad?"

"Lots of lost customers thanks to the invasion." he asserted, "Plus we're going to have to deal with reality sooner or later, dealing with it sooner is less painful…and this way, we won't have domestic intelligence stealing goods to resell to people who would be our customers if not for that ban."

“Hmph.”  Liz frowned then nodded.  “Fine.”
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« Reply #1 on: 20 April 2024, 16:59:37 »
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« Reply #2 on: 20 April 2024, 17:12:21 »
I'm glad I'm not the only one who still has that haiku stuck in his head two and a half decades later.
Good news is the lab boys say the symptoms of asbestos poisoning show an immediate latency of 44.6 years. So if you're thirty or over you're laughing. Worst case scenario you miss out on a few rounds of canasta, plus you've forwarded the cause of science by three centuries. I punch those numbers into my calculator, it makes a happy face.

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« Reply #3 on: 20 April 2024, 17:34:14 »
Sensei Kolberg is probably laughing at us right now.

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Glad to see it getting posted, even if Google won't let me in to edit! :)

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Quite a variation on the Ngo-verse! Tagged for great glory.
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Re: Heart of the Dragon-Brought to you by Monbvol and Cannonshop
« Reply #6 on: 20 April 2024, 19:34:15 »
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Re: Heart of the Dragon-Brought to you by Monbvol and Cannonshop
« Reply #7 on: 20 April 2024, 19:46:13 »
Interesting variation.  Thank you!

The 77th?  I thought they were on Haven.  :cool:
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I wonder how long before the Dragon Liz and the Kowloon Liz get together?

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Garden
Daimyo’s Palace
Apriki
Draconis Combine
27 June 3055


It was a rare nice day during this season on Apriki.

So the children were out in the garden, enjoying the day.

Yurika giggled as a harmless local insect landed on her hand.

Natsu leaned over to get a closer look.

As Yuko came over it flew away.

“Aw.  I waned oo hee.”  Yuko’s missing teeth giving her a severe enunciation problem.

Clara brought out a small basket.  Inside were meal boxes and drink containers.

“Lunch.  I’m starved.”  Hideki the younger proclaimed.

“Yurika as our Lord’s eldest daughter gets served first, you know that cousin.”  Clara chided as she pulled out a box and drink container and set them in front of Yurika.

“I know.  I’m just saying I’m hungry.”  Hideki the younger almost pouted.

“Patience.”  Clara took another box and drink container out and handed them to Natsu.

“The summer wind carries songs of gratitude.”  Natsu said as she started laying out a small blanket.

Yuko smiled when she received hers next.

Then finally, after what seemed like forever, Clara handed Hideki the Younger his meal box and drink container.

Clara helped Yurika with her box and drink.  Yurika took the small handful of pills out of her box then quickly gulped them all down with a swig from her drink container.

“I wih my heeh would grow back in faser.”  Yuko grumbled as she carefully nibbled on a rice ball.

“It is a tribulation we all must contend with Mistress Yuko.”  Clara smiled.

“Yah buh you have all your heeh.”  Yuko complained.

“Tomorrow ends yesterday’s problems.”  Natsu said before proceeding to attack a roll.

Hideki the younger looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself and instead began eating.


July, 3055, Tharkad…

You would think it would have the decency to rain, or drizzle at least, especially here, especially now.

The Archon's funeral procession wasn't under an overcast sky, the press didn't need umbrellas.

"Funerals…" Henrietta Ngo, Baroness Hue-on-Kowloon, muttered, "are for the living."

She'd been on the way here anyway, as a witness and escorting guard for her former Commanding Officer, Colonel Sir Jameson Stonecipher, who'd managed to ****** up so badly that he ran off in the middle of offensive operations and tried to desert.

Which left the 77th Fedcom (Reserve) in the hands of an XO named Sweeney, who in turn  handed off the job of explaining to Mount Asgard what the ****** happened to freshly made Kommandant Henrietta Ngo.

Just in time for word of the Archon's assassination to reach their transport at the Gibbs turnover.

If there was anything IN the box being drawn down Kaiser Freidrichstrasse, it was so mangled by the explosion as to be nearly unrecognizable, or more made of mortuary cosmetics than flesh or bone.

Henrietta knew exactly what an explosion of that sort does to human beings, she'd seen it enough in the last five years.

She wasn't the only member of the family here, she reached out, and laid a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder, "straighten up and look sad." she muttered, "and put the handbrain padd away, we're on camera."

Faintly, she wished to god that Patrick could've come for this instead.

***

"...know that a controlled and organized retreat is one of the hardest tasks an officer can carry out, routs are, sadly, far too common." 

Henrietta leaned forward to the mic, "The term you're looking for, general, sir, is Orderly retreat, as opposed to the usual circus of chaos, confusion and cowardice.  The Seventy Seventh's first and second battalions executed an Orderly withdrawal, I can't say what Headquarters company or the fourth battalion did, as communications were disrupted.  Given the condition at the rally point on Melissia, I'd speculate that fourth battalion were pursued a bit more vigorously than the rest of us, seeing as they only retained thirty percent of their pre-landing fighting strength."

“The reports do paint a strange picture against this Red Corsair and her group of ‘pirates’.  Is there any other clarifying detail you would like to add at this time to explain such a chaotic and disappointing engagement?”

"They knew where we were landing, they were emplaced and waiting for us."  she said, "My battalion commander, Kommandant Parker, was hit from three sides, so they knew who the command element was ahead of time.  They had our comms channels and encryption broken or jammed at the site, and if those were 'pirates' I'm the first lord of the ****** star league-those were Clan Regulars, likely operating under a false flag to exploit details of the Tukayyid truce."

“That is a chilling prospect.  Thanks to Focht we know the Clans are no longer getting intel from Comstar or the Word of Blake.  That leaves few prospects for where the Red Corsair could have gotten such information.”

"They got it from somebody."

"How did you get out?" another senior officer asked.

"I changed the comm orders to a backup on low freq RF and organized a fighting withdrawal since we couldn't call in air support or artillery." she snapped, "Not a big deal, but they apparently didn't have the Nuclear exchange protocols."  she leaned back, "I don't anticipate that working a second time."

“That is not standard operating procedure.  But given the evidence and similar testimony from other officers it is to be commended.  Hauptmann Ngo you have done your duty by all accounts.”

And there it was.  'Hauptmann'.  The field promotion being denied.

"Thank you sir." she said. 

“We have some further deliberations to make in private.  So expect to hear from us again soon.”

"The witness is dismissed."

She stood and saluted the panel, executed a sharp about face, and left the chamber.  She'd expected to have to testify against Stonecipher, she didn't expect to have to  defend her actions on the site.

An oversight on her part.

***

"So what's going to happen?" Elizabeth asked over lunch.

"Well, they're going to 'deliberate' and then, I'll probably be offered a bad conduct discharge as the alternative to a resignation for the good of the service."  Henrietta explained, "See, nobody likes losers, Lizzie.  I pulled two and a half battalions out of a ****** and the very politically connected Regimental Commander was caught in an act of bald cowardice.  The standard operating procedure for that, as in the one outside the regulation lists, is to go after the lowest ranking person you can pin the responsibility on and shuffle the connected noble to a desk somewhere safe and quiet…or he dies of an accident or suicide, but they have to look like they're doing something and connected people have blackmail."

Liz put her spoon down on the plate next to her soup.  "That's not right."

"It isn't right, it is, however, what is."  Henrietta explained, "Outreach is full of good officers from the AFFC and Lyran commands, most of whom aren't IN the AFFC anymore for reasons like this.  We train the best mercs in the business, but the actual national service is…wanting."

“You better not go merc on me.”

"Not planning on it." Henrietta said agreeably. 

A throat clearing interrupted the women and Helena looked up.

"Good job out there, Ngo, almost like your dad." Morgan Kell rumbled.  "Mind if I have a seat?"

"Recruiting already??" Elizabeth scoffed, and Henrietta held up a hand in warning.

"Please, sir, if you want, have a seat."

"You think they're going to bounce you for that retreat?"

"Seems likely." she said, "I've seen it before-"

"So have I.  I'm here to tell you someone has juice, on your side, your career isn't as doomed as you think."

“I think that deserves an explanation.”  Liz butted in.

"The Commonwealth needs patriots." Morgan stated, "Competent patriots.  I mean, I've sure as hell benefitted from the social generals chasing off good officers before, but the Commonwealth needs good line officers...and I have a bigger bag of dirt than Stoney does.  At least enough to keep the review fair...if you want to stay in, Henrietta..or I can offer you a job with the Hounds."

"I'll take 'staying in'." Henrietta said, "it's…a family thing."

"Consider it done, the bag of dirt will remain in the bag as needed."

“Good.  I’m sure as hell no ruler and aside from maybe making a living on the fashion runway it’s not like I have a lot of other talents.”  Henrietta chuckled.

"What's your end?" Elizabeth asked suspiciously.  "Nobody does anything for nothing."

"I'm looking to refurbish some factories, Miss Ngo, are you capable of representing your brother in business yet?"

Liz grimaced, "You got catalog numbers?"

"I do."

“Somebody came prepared.  Careful Liz.”  Henrietta warned.

Elizabeth sighed, "How much off the standard rates are you looking for, Your Grace sir?"

"Five percent." he said firmly, "Though I'll ask ten for old times sake, your Grandfather always claimed the best way to get the rate you want, is to ask for half what you'll accept."

"Have your rep call Ms.Whyte at the office tonight, we'll have the contract ready by morning." Liz said, "Five is fine, we'll still make a profit."

“Well then, pleasure doing business with you.  As you can imagine I am a busy man.  I’ll be in touch though.”  Morgan extended his hand.

Liz took it and shook it.  The deal was made.

"Five percent?"  Henrietta inquired.

"Grandfather always said Morgan Kell gets five percent off the list pricing, payback for interceding with Her Majesty Katrina to get him out of Blackgate-see? I paid attention to Grandfather's stories!"

“Thus why you’re on the board and I’m living a life of ‘adventure’.”

"You could be on the board, Henrietta, you chose to give Pat your proxies…I, on the other hand, have been using mine…with Ms Whyte's assistance, anyway."

“And you’re doing great.  But I’m not you or Pat.”

"Be glad you're not me, the drugs make everything worse." Liz told her, "like, I'm having to force the food down today, because everything smells and tastes gross."

“Everything?  Even if I were to spring for some milkshakes?”
Lizzie looked tempted and alarmed at the same time.

Yurika’s room
Daimyo’s Palace
Apriki
Draconis Combine
7 July, 3055


Yurika looked at the tangled mess of wires and components in front of her.

Half an hour ago it had been a standard electronic media player.

She started arranging it, straightening the cables, organizing the bits.

“What are you working on?” Clara sat besides Yurika.

“Your cousin broke the media player.  I’m fixing it.”  Yurika declared.

“You don’t have to do that.  My cousin should face the repercussions of his actions.”  Clara studied the mess.

“I want to.  Besides, he will anyway.  Your grandfather will demand it.”  Yurika grabbed a tool and began separating parts from the shattered housing.

“Here you go Yurika.”  Yuko brought in a small stack of wood.

“Thanks.”  Yurika said warmly.

Natsu came in with a small box.

“What’s that for?”  Clara asked.

“Old housing is broken.  Need new housing.”  Yurika said as she kept grabbing bits and working on them then laid them down in neatly organized sections.

Natsu opened the box and handed Yurika a wiring tool as she pulled out a wood working tool.

Clara stood up and went running off.

Yuko watched her sisters work together, handing them anything they asked for.

By the time an adult had shown up the trio had already cut the panels of wood to allow mounting of the dials and controls for the media player and nearly had it reassembled.

Hikkaru studied his daughters for a moment, not interrupting them.

Yurika closed the top of the media player and turned it on.  After a brief moment it started playing an old melody.

“You three didn’t hurt yourselves?”  Hikkaru finally asked.

“No father.”  Yuko answered.

“The passage of time degrades us all.”  Natsu shook her head.

Yurika simply held her hands and forearms up to show she was unhurt.

Hikkaru nodded.

He stroked his chin in thought for a moment afterward.

Yurika turned to look at him.  She gave him a look.  The kind of look only a daughter can give their father.

So much for being of steel for them… Hikkaru sighed.

“Very well.  I shall create a dedicated workshop just for you Yurika.  Though I suspect your sisters will spend a fair bit of time there as well.”

Yurika smiled.

Hikkaru’s office
Daimyo’s Palace
Apriki
Draconis Combine
14 July 3055


“Daimyo…  Your visit is most unexpected.”  Hikkaru greeted his guest.

“Certain stories have been reaching me, enough that I felt concerned one of the Daimyo’s within my area of responsibility was not managing things as they should.”  The Daimyo of Irurzun said coldly.

“What stories Daimyo?”  Hikkaru was certain he already knew the answer but he needed to be sure.

“Your daughters.  Is it true they are doing the work of technicians?  With tools that are far too dangerous for ones of their age to safely use?”

“It makes them happy and they have not suffered any injuries.  I see no need to interfere.”

“And what of your servant’s granddaughter?  Is it true she is the product of not just an affair but the rape of a hated enemy?”

“So what if she is?  She has taken to Yurika and even though they are of a similar age to one another she helps to see to Yurika’s needs.  She is loyal and faithful.”  Hikkaru answered flatly.

“You…”  The Daimyo seemed flustered.

“Serve the Dragon.  I do not care about the origins of those who serve me as long as they are able to carry out their duties and so far none of my servants have failed in that regard.”  Hikkaru pressed a button on his desk.

The monitors around his desk came to life showing financial information, battle reports, and streams of all sorts of news reports.

“Death is as light as a feather.  Duty is heavier than a mountain.  This is my mountain.  This is how I serve the Dragon.  It may not be the glorious honorable death that bushido teaches but thanks to people such as I?  The Samurai get their swords, they get to battle, they are clothed, they are fed, and when the battle is done?  They are healed.”

The Daimyo of Irurzun seemed taken aback by everything he was looking at.

“And how I see to my family is my business.”  Hikkaru steeled his gaze.

“You overstep.  I demand satisfaction.”  The Daimyo gathered himself finally.

“If you survive mine.  You have insulted your host, even if you are his superior, this is poor behavior.  And you have insulted my granddaughter.  For that I shall be your opponent first.”  Hideki stepped into the office.

“Very well.”  The Daimyo of Irurzun stepped out of the office.

“Hideki, be cautious.  He is of the old ways.”  Hikkaru looked at the aging man.

“Then my victory is certain.”  Hideki had a gleam in his eye, one Hikkaru knew that meant Hideki was indeed certain.

Hikkaru followed Hideki out to the dojo.

Hideki changed into his dueling gi.  Then he stepped to the wall where various katana and wakazashi were on display before he settled on a pair with red scabbards.

Hikkaru took his place as lord of the manor.

The Daimyo of Irurzun drew his katana and went into a high guard/ready stance.

Hideki drew his blade in a lower stance to his right.

“Begin.”  Hikkaru commanded.

The Daimyo stepped forward, bringing his blade into a counter-clockwise fient.

Hideki side stepped and on the Daimyo’s counter swing he batted aside his opponent’s katana, flat to flat.

Hideki blocked two more quick strikes before he saw his opening.

With his own feint Hideki caused the Daimyo to over commit to a high block, and with a lightning quick counterswing he caught both the Daimyo’s arms.

Hideki withdrew his blade.

“It is done.”  Hideki declared.

The Daimyo’s hands were still attached but the damage was obvious.  Hideki was correct.  The duel was over.

Doctor Greene was quickly summoned and began tending to the Daimyo’s wounds.

“Honor has been satisfied.”  Hikkaru judged.

None of the entourage that the Daimyo of Irurzun had brought with him that were now serving as witnesses objected.

Once the guests were gone, Hikkaru laid a hand on Hideki’s shoulder.

“You know what I am going to say don’t you?”  Hideki said.

“Yes.  And I know you’ll fight my enemies for me.  But that is part of the problem isn’t it?  To solve this problem long term I need to make some additions to the staff.”  Hikkaru nodded.

“I am getting old.  If I were younger he would not have even gotten the second swing off before I had ended the duel.”  Hideki shook his head.  “Still it was good to feel battle once more.”

“No doubt.  But I think it is time for you to start doing what my father wished.”

“Hai.  I shall start tutoring Natsu and Yuko along with my grandchildren.”

“Thank you old friend.  Now that our business is taken care of and my duties as Daimyo are concluded for the day I shall cease neglecting my children as it is almost time for the evening meal.”  Hikkaru smiled.


Late evening, 25 July, 3055 (Tharkad Local Time)

"Partisan Politics!!"  Henrietta practically snarled. "Do they just not understand we're at war?"

Elizabeth shrugged noncommittally, "You expected different?  Oh, right, since Pat got back you've been able to avoid having to come."

"You're one to talk, Lilbit."

The hired car pulled up to the secure passenger door and opened.  Elizabeth carefully helped herself out of her seat, "thank you Harvey, I've got this…"  she said, planting her Grandfather's bluewood cane on the ferrocrete sidewalk and leveraging herself out of the seat, while Henrietta accepted the driver's aid.

"You could have worn something more formal."  she told her little sister.

"Tonight I'm 'Baroness Spider Moon', there's forms to follow, one of them, is I don't have to gussy up like a Dirtyfoot."  Liz said, "besides, black business is formal…enough.  Nobody's going to care…"  Liz paused and examined her older sister critically, "You left the sixteen kilo platinum hammer in the trunk."

"I Left it at the condo!!" Henrietta snarked back.

Liz cocked an eyebrow, "Harvey?"

The boot of the car opened, and the driver brought the heavy ass metal Medal around.

"Public show.  The Archon's wake, and Victor's Coronation." Lizzie said, "you're representing Patrick, as his Heir-apparent, I, on the other hand, am the almost-disqualified spare."
"You're still going to have to do your swearing in." Henrietta teased.  "Eighteen…which is why you got your very own invite."

"Bitch."

"I've been called worse by better, lilbit."

"No, I mean, I'm high as a kite on this stuff.  I've got to fake being straight all night now." Liz huffed.

"So the docs…"

"Prescribed harder stuff than what I WAS taking, and I'm not used to it yet.  This is going to be a fiasco.  Thank god I'm still super-duper minor…"

"And I'm not? Baroness Hue?"

"You've got an actual city Henrietta.  As far as these innahs are concerned, I'm basically a hassenfanger who owns a bunch of 'worthless real estate' separated by distances best calculated in astronomical units."

"Maybe he'll let you out of it."

'You sound doubtful."

"Victor's sharp." Henrietta said, "he's got a gift for people.  Katherine's also sharp with people, sharper even.  You got your invite because someone looked at the books…and that's also why you didn't get to wait until Christmas."

Liz made a face as they passed the door scanners.

Henrietta hefted the enormous platinum thing onto her shoulder one handed, and caught her sister's stumble with the the other in a move almost as graceful as a ballet.  "Knee?"

"Knees." Lizzie nodded.

Henrietta blended…well, she would've, if she wasn't escorting her younger sister.  Elizabeth stood out.  Mourning black business jacket, ankle length skirt, white blouse and of course, their Grandfather's Bluewood cane.

An antithesis of fashion, neither of them wore makeup, but it really was noticeable with Elizabeth's too-pale complexion and flat, unstyled hair.

The blue armband with the Lyre, instead of the fist, was probably part of that, marking Elizabeth as a devoted Conservative supporter like a silent primal scream in the face to everyone who saw the FedCom merger as a good thing.

"Remember your third grade year at Groningen?" Henrietta cautioned.

"Yes…"

"Don't do that. I'm going to go talk to some officers, don't start any fights, you're not eight and they're not other kids."

“One time and now I have a reputation.”  Liz sighed.

Henrietta let her sister find a spot and mingled her way over to a group of semi-familiar faces.

"Babysitting, Kommandant?" 

Henrietta shrugged and took a glass from a passing steward, "Lizzie's eighteen now, she doesn't need it, and nobody here would trust their kids with her as the sitter…so, I noticed we've got some new faces."

“War is hell.  A fair number of officers killed in action were Dukes or Duchesses of worlds.  Now their heirs need to swear in.”

"Yah, but Lizzie's exempt and a baroness. Why?"  she asked.  "Why are we here? Why am I not going back to my unit to help end this war?"

“Because for a moment, we have time to breathe.  So we’re taking it.”

"How many of these children are we going to be sending out to get back by parcel post?" she nodded at a group of young officers, fresh from graduation.  "They're Kids."

“Too many.  But that’s the way it always is isn’t it?  Some of them are older than you at least."

"You know what I mean-they've been protected their whole lives, they're not ready."

"Were you?"

"No…but that's the point isn't it?  Most of my enlisted and junior officers have at least got some life experience before they were called to the colors again…" she sighed.

“Find me the secret answer and I’ll use it.  Until then, that’s what they make schnapps for.”

"What's the scuttlebutt on the Archon Prince, why did he include Elizabeth? She's got a permanent draft exemption for medical, they won't even let her into an academy."

"Might be an oversight."

"Might be a disaster waiting to happen." Henrietta corrected her peer.

“Yeah.  Probably.  Honestly what makes more sense is someone is wanting to send a message and your sister has a rep.  So they might be counting on said disaster.”

A pair of Guards sequestered Elizabeth and led her to the Archon's office.  "He's interviewing her."  Henrietta muttered, "Shit. I should be in there."

"If he wanted you in there, you'd be in there."

***

"...I looked at your requests." Victor Ian Steiner Davion was tall enough Liz didn't have to crane her neck to meet his eyes.

"And?"

"No way in hell." He said, "You're a Noble, sure, but, you're a civilian, period." he stated.  "The idea of a Naval Militia's interesting, your prospectus claims you can pull it off, but no."

"I qualified-"

"As a terminal patient." he interrupted, "Yes, I saw the Guild cert card, and Yes, I checked with the Guild Reps, it's real, but you might be qualified to helm a jumpship, for now-but what about in three years, Lady Ngo?? When you're on the kind of drugs terminal patients have to take to stay rational?  So no.  I mean, christ, you're high as a kite right now."

"I can lower the dose-"

"No." he said.  "Can you build it without wearing a uniform?"

She hemmed, frowned, "Yeah."

"Build the ships, the realm will buy the transports at least." he told her, "but you're not going to get a uniform, and I don't have to be the ****** who sent a terminal patient off into combat."

"Then we'll build the ships, can you get the licenses?"

"I'll lean on them, we need transport jumpships and couriers." He told her, "Focus on those."
"As you command, Your Majesty."

"Oh, and we're going to make that one official, you're swearing in tonight so there's no question about your loyalties, or who's responsible." he added.  "They can't put up a fuss, if it's by my order.  It's truly amazing what an Archon's Decree can do about removing red tape."

Liz made a face like she wanted to say something but didn’t.

That part done, Victor shifted gears, "How's your sister really doing?" he asked, "That ****** with the Red Corsair…"

"I worry about her." Liz said.  "Henrietta has…the last few years have been hard on everyone, or so I'm told, but she keeps wanting to go back out there."

“A soldier, through and through.  Some people are not meant to be civilians.”

"Yeah, look what it did to our father." she countered, and rubbed the spot just below her collar bone, "Or mom."

“She’ll find her balance.  We all do eventually.  And she has you to help her find it.”

"For as long as I last." Liz agreed, "This…" she swirled the tumbler, "it's from Kowloon?"

"Your grandfather sent my grandmother a bottle every year." Victor said, "most of them are gathering dust, I first tried this stuff as a kid, because I was curious, it burns."

"That's how you know it's good." Liz said agreeably, "Cheers."

“Cheers.”

***

"So?"  Henrietta met her sister coming out of the Archon's offices.

"I got my boon." Liz told her, "most of it, anyway. He flat refused some of it, but I got enough.  Sanction for the project Grandmama Cheryl wanted to try back when we were little kids."

"Which is?"

"I get to build a small fleet for the realm, and we don't have to keep it a secret." Liz said happily, "I just can't be part of it."

"Too right. Gawd, when Pat said you were apprenticing with Li…"

“Li’s good.  Plus I can’t stand being idle, you know that.”

"Make sure you stick to his terms, Lizzie." Henrietta said, "You're going to be carrying Archon's paper."

"I know."

“You going to be able to make it through the rest of the ceremony?”

"Have to.  I made a promise." Liz said, "You know what Grandfather would say about that-always make sure your promises are stronger than your threats."

“Yeah.  Okay.  If it gets too much we’ll figure out the consequences later but you don’t dare keep it from me alright?”

****

Elizabeth's oath was slightly modified with Victor's assent.  She swore loyalty to the Commonwealth, as opposed to any specific individual or even family, then he granted her 'boon'- Royal Permission to build a shipyard in the Kowloon system and produce transport jumpships for the AFFC.

The painful price of that boon, was public acknowledgement of Elizabeth's medical condition, her exemption from the draft, and a broad hint for the rest of the Nobility that this was an Archon Prince indulging the fantasies of a sick girl.

Henrietta was appalled, right up to the point that Liz quietly informed her that it had all been arranged beforehand. 

Political Theater, to cover what had been going on in the outer system for years.

Which did make Henrietta glad her job wasn’t public relations for Ngo Industries.

to be continued

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« Reply #13 on: 27 April 2024, 06:35:49 »
I can say with reasonable assurances: it gets even better! :)

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« Reply #14 on: 27 April 2024, 21:45:01 »
nice stuff, looking forward to what comes next!

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That's a nice start, thanks folks.
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Nice story update!  Looking forward to the next one.

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Act II

Yurika’s workshop
Daimyo’s palace
Apriki
18 February 3063


Yurika looked at the latest tool her father had gotten her.  A bench sized tool, one that would not be out of place in a mech hangar.  An armor shaper.

“Happy birthday.”  Hikkaru said warmly as his eldest daughter hugged him.

Yurika let go after a moment and dug into the manual.

Hikkaru shook his head in amusement.

Natsu set her gift next to Yurika as Yurika kept reading on the floor.  Another book.  From the university that Osaka Heavy Metrics maintained on the world.  A primer on material science.

“Another year.  Another step.”  Natsu hugged her sister.

Yuko added a book of ancient Japanese fables to the stack of gifts then also hugged her sister.

Clara was next.  She brought a basket of various snacks.

“You must remember to eat.”  She declared before stepping away.

Hideki the Younger offered a book of haikus.

“I hate to remind you my lord, but…”  Hideki the Elder broke the reverie.

“Hai.  I tried to make this next meeting for any day but today, but I could not.”  Hikkaru stepped over to Yurika.

“My duty as Daimyo demands my attention.  But we will have a nice dinner later, together as a family.”  Hikkaru cupped his daughter’s cheek in his hand.

Yurika stopped reading long enough to grab onto his hand, trying to keep it on her cheek as long as she could.

“I know.  But if this meeting goes the way I hope I will have more time to devote to you and have to spend less as Daimyo.”  Hikkaru smiled as Yurika released his hand.

Hikkaru left Yurika’s workshop and went to his office.

There he found the consultant he had hired after the incident with the Daimyo of Irurzun.

“Jyestha, have you found the people I asked you to find?”  Hikkaru asked the young hindu woman.

“I have.  It wasn’t easy but your new lawyer is waiting your interview and acceptance in the next room.  Her name is Lucy McMinniman.  Good marks at the University of Atria.”

Hikkaru nodded.  “And my new wife to be?”

“Sarah Drakkonsdotter.”  Jyestha answered.  “She’s from one of the few families that decided to stay with the Combine rather than go over to the Free Rasalhague Republic.  Which does bring some small clout.  Her flight was delayed but she’ll be here in about 30 minutes.”

“I know I make your job difficult Jyestha.  Thank you.”  Hikkaru nodded.

“If I wanted easy I’d be working at the Pink Garden where I’d have to be dealing with lecherous customers.  I’ll take complicated over that.”  Jyestha smiled.

“Send in Miss McMinnamin.”  Hikkaru chuckled.

“Daimyo Ryukan.”  Lucy bowed.

She was young but tall and her emerald green eyes complimented her bright red hair.  Her attire was formal.  A suit jacket over a vest, white shirt, black pleated skirt, and stockings.

Hikkaru was impressed by her lack of shoes as he returned her bow.

“Miss McMinnamin.  You have studied our ways well.  Your world… I am not familiar with it.”  Hikkaru said as Lucy sat across from him.

“It is not formally a part of the Draconis Combine yet, but with the chaos there, the Combine has granted me this opportunity for a more stable life.”

“Thus your attention to detail.”

“Yes.”

“Then you will be a most excellent fit.  I need someone like you to take up a vacancy in my legal staff and with your knowledge of our customs you’d also be quite useful in other roles.”

“I am eager to start.”

“Very well.  Since I know you and Jyestha are already somewhat familiar with each other I shall entrust her to show you to your room and office.”

“Thank you Daimyo.”

Hikkaru and Lucy exchanged bows once more before she left with Jyestha.

Sarah arrived exactly as predicted.

There was nothing either had to say to the other.

Jyestha had found her after an extensive search.  All part of her campaign to help Hikkaru change his image.

Hikkaru was smart enough to know that nothing he did would completely stop the chatter about his hiring practices, how he was using the fame of his father, and using others to fight his battles.  So instead he was leaning into certain aspects of that image.

Sarah knew all of it and for her part had agreed to play the role.  For while the traditionalists did not approve of Hikkaru, many that were aligned with Theodore’s reforms did and Hikkaru was earning some marks in his favor in his handling of Osaka Heavy Metrics.  The biggest manufacturer on Apriki.

In a few days they would be married and Sarah’s family would go from respected but not financially wealthy to respected and financially well off from the bride price.

3063/02/18, Hood IV, Lyran Commonwealth…

"There is only ONE conflict worth the time and effort."  Colonel Henrietta Ngo stated.  "Tell Victor the same thing.  We cannot afford to have our key units fighting our key units while a hostile foreign power is occupying forty percent of the Commonwealth!"

The 77th was loosely 'deployed' covering bandit-chasing duty and watching the coreward Falcon front.  The entire regimental presence here, was less than a battalion, and they'd just come in from field-testing ersatz survival equipment.

Cheaper equipment, from contractors closer to Terra, on the far side of the Truce line.

"So…you're not siding with Victor, that's good." General Sharon Bryan's expression was pleased on the holotank.

"I'm siding with my nation, against a foreign invader.  Everything else is just noise and posturing, General.  Lyran worlds are under occupation, that is a higher priority than a spat between Royals who can't find the comm-number for a family counselor!!"

“It is more complicated than that.  But for now you’re correct, our commands have bigger fish to fry.”

"Then, where are the supplies?" Henrietta asked, "I'm getting back-channel requests from half a dozen commands on the border because their ammunition and spare parts aren't reaching units standing on the front line against the invaders?"

“I’m working on it.  For now we just have to make do with what we do have and hope the truce holds.”

"Understood, General Ma'am." Henrietta's expression went to that blank, emotionless state.  "Do you have any further instructions at this time, Ma'am?"

“No.”

"Then I'll quit wasting your time, Ma'am.  Am I dismissed?"

“Yes.”

Henrietta waited until the Comstar logo was spinning in the holotank, then, "Adept, I need to place a call."

“Where to?”

"Ducal line, Kowloon, Nha Tranh 771413." she stated.

“If you want it live that’ll take some time to arrange and be expensive.”

"Arrange it.  I can pay out of my personal accounts."

“As you wish.”


***

On the screen, Henrietta looked withdrawn and harried.  "What's up?"

"Where's Pat?"

"Three more jumps short from Tharkad, he left me in charge." Liz said, "What's going on?"

"You can't authorize what I need, Lizzie."  Henrietta looked downfallen.

"So tell me anyway."

”We’re getting the runaround.  Supplies are not reaching us and well…”

“You want to see if the family business can help out.”

"It's a LOT of help, Lizzie, not just my people, I've been getting requests from seven or eight commands along the border…It's Dukes business."

"Because Military, right?" Liz asked.

"Yeah."

"Send me the list on the subchannel, and the destinations." Liz told her, "I'll use my nonexistent authority and see what I can do through the firm…and maybe through other channels."

”I know we don’t even make some of the stuff that we need right now, but..”

"So we find things we do make that can make do, or maybe I put the arm on some of our delinquent customers and THEY find stuff to send.  You're right,it's Duke business, but the Duke left me playing regent. I'll make things happen."

”Be careful lil’bit.  This is some pretty serious stuff.”

"What're they going to do? Life in prison's gonna be short anyway, and execute me?" Liz laughed.  "*I've got this, gimme your get-list."

”Sending it now.”

Elizabeth took the time to read it back.  "That's all of it, right?"

"Yeah, nothing was deleted."

She nodded, shooting an amused look to the slightly offended Comstar adept monitoring the call quality.  "No worse than a month to a month and a half, I'll call you if it falls through."

”I’ll try and call again before then.  Hopefully we can talk about something less depressing.”

Liz nodded, "Look to the sky on the third day, big sis. You'll know the aid is there…so, no husband yet?"

"Not yet."

"So a wife?" Liz teased.

"No thank you."

"Evelynn's got her second kid on the way." Liz confided.

”Shit.  A second already?  I’m definitely out of the loop.”

"Our brother is both charming and horny, or maybe it's that those two are disgustingly cute together and can't keep their hands OFF each other-which is good for us, but it means Pat's going to Tharkad in a mood, since he's having to do it while his wife's having a baby."

”Heh.  I can imagine.  I’d love to hear more but if I keep this line going much longer and I might have to take out a loan.”

"I'll give you a good rate on Hue?  I love you big sis, go, do your job. I'll see you at Landing Day."

”Love you too.  And remember Natalie promised me she’d be there for you if you needed anything while I was deployed.  So don’t be afraid to ask her for help.”

"Noted.  See you soon." the call cut out.

Liz turned, "Ms. Roshak, help me to the car, and then, we're going on a flight.  You DID pass shuttle quals?"

“It was something to help pass the time.”

"Good, have the boys meet us at the port, we're going to my office on Spider Moon, and call ahead to have Ms. Vu Dao prep the green binders."

“Should I also contact Miss Whyte?”

Liz nodded, "Yeah, but she's with Pat, so it'll have to be a short-form text.  Use the blue folder for your encryption, keyword 'Star Cadet'. I'll have a text to send in a few hours, once I've had time to digest this."

“Why do I get the feeling I’m also going to need a bottle of hair dye before this is over?”

"You'll look stunning in a white suit." Liz told her.

Natalie helped Liz into a wheelchair and checked for any mysterious bruises before wheeling her out of the Comstar site.  "You did not tell her about your latest accident."

"It wasn't spinal, so it doesn't matter…much." Liz said, "besides, we've got the medilert bracelet now, so I know when a surge is coming."

“It does to her.  But you want her focused.  I can accept that.”

"Damn right I want my sister focused.  Pity is disgusting."

“Aff.”  Natalie nodded.  “So I shall keep your secret.”

“You’ve still got it that bad for her?”

“Intellectually I accept she will never feel the way about me that I feel about her but that does not stop the heart from wanting what the heart wants.”

Liz snorted, "The heart, is a blood pump, it lets you know things by failing at inopportune times, love can be simulated with chocolate…speaking of which, let's grab a bite on the way, nothing too heavy, but there's a nice pastry shop on the way to the port, and their chocolate cheesecake is pure decadence."

“Aff.  I know the place quite well.  Why do you think I have added an extra half hour to my daily planner for fitness exercises?”

Elizabeth's bracelet beeped.

They had time to get her into a 'safe' position before the seizure hit.

Two minutes, but it left her drained.

The cheesecake would have to wait.  Everything else?  There was a schedule to keep.

Hood IV, March 10, 3063…

The jumpships arrived at the nadir point, then short-jumped to the L1 point between Hood IV's main planet, and its second moon.

"What is the meaning of-?"

"Deliveries for the 1st Battalion and Headquarters Company of the 77th.  I expected them, lord Duke."  Henrietta said, "Though I expected more discretion."
"Deliveries?"

"Let's find out."

"How do you know?"

"See that roundel? Nobody uses it but my family's firm." she told him, "Lord Duke, get your militia commanders down to the port with stevedores and inspection officers…and lots of security."

“Security?  What for?”

"You know how you've had to curtail militia training because of a shortage of parts and ammunition?" she offered,  "you won't have to do that now.  Kowloon's sending you some of their stockpile-but it needs to be inspected and hand-receipted to verify it's actually getting to you."

“Well then… I guess I better get on the comms.  What do I owe you for all of this?”

"A regiment of well-trained militia ready to defend their homeworld against Clanners." she told him, "Trained and ready, that's what it's for, that's what you owe-but not to me. I'm doing this because I swore to defend the nation…and you stick with your position on refusing to take sides in the Royal Spat."

“And we’ve been punished for not picking a side.  But thanks to you that is now a viable choice.”

"Spoiled brats do that." Henrietta noted, "but we have a duty to make sure there's still a nation here when those two finally finish tearing each other apart."

“It’ll come to that soon enough, won’t it?”

"Since Victor abdicated and Katherine went to New Avalon to be a Princess instead of staying to be the Archon?? Yeah. It's been coming for a while."

“Which means we have a lot of work to do.  The Jade Falcons will gladly take the opportunity.”

"Yes, a lot of work.  Sooner or later the Falcons, or another Clan, are going to come, either to widen their resource base, or open a new front in the invasion."  she paused a moment and the staff car lurched into traffic, "They can't not do it."

“And we’re now on our own, with only each other to rely on.”

  “That’s what they make ijeero for.”

Yurika’s workshop
Daimyo’s palace
Apriki
7 April 3063


Yurika’s workshop now truly had the look of a mech hangar.  The gantries, tools, machines, and everything else you would need.

Including the bits of mechs collected from battlefields, written off as not even being worth scrap.

But they served to keep Yurika and Natsu busy.

Yuko’s interests had started drifting in other directions lately.  Spending more time training with Hideki the Elder and Hideki the younger in kendo and martial arts.

But that didn’t bother Yurika or Natsu.

For now since they were still too small to properly work on the larger pieces without help they were studying them.

Understanding how they went together.

“They really do this?  At their age?”  Sarah asked Clara as the two sat out of the way, observing the others.

“Yes.  With only minor injuries.  They are both quite gifted at it.  Yurika is far more the inventor though while Natsu is becoming the engineer that actually implements it.  Their father indulges them because it makes them happy and he feels guilty that he spends so much time being Daimyo instead of their father.”

“No wonder he sought a second wife.”

“I would not recommend stopping them.”  Clara warned.

“True.  I do not wish to antagonize them.  But they are children.  That is a lot of complicated and deadly machinery down there.”

“The truly dangerous stuff that they are too small to safely use they do ask for help with.  The rest?  Only minor cuts and burns.  Nothing more serious than what they would get playing in the garden or training with my grandfather.”

“How?  They are far too young.”

“That is a mystery.  The only partial explanation we can find is that Yurika reads.  She prefers old fashioned hard copy but she’ll also read electronic format.  Natsu is similar but not quite to the same extent.  In the end it is one of the great mysteries of the universe that we will likely never know.”

“I see.”

“Time for me to give Yurika her medicine and her meal.”

“Medicine?”

“Doctor Greene has developed a treatment that will help Yurika be more self sufficient, at least when it comes to non-technological things.  She neglects eating ,bathing, and rarely speaks.  Doctor Greene is hopeful that this treatment will help alleviate that.”  Clara stood and walked out of the workshop.

Sarah found she couldn’t help but be fascinated by Yurika and Natsu.

That was when she realized Clara was right.  The two were clearly communicating but she hadn’t heard Yurika utter a single word the entire time she’d been there.

Clara returned with the meal boxes and drink containers.  After giving one each to Yurika and Natsu she fished an injector out of her apron pocket, took the protective cap off and injected Yurika.  Putting the cap back on she disposed of it in the special container  for such a purpose on the wall.

“You seem to be something of a prodigy yourself.  Safely handling an injector like that.”

“It’s not hard.  Doctor Greene taught me and Yurika lets me inject her.”

“Still you should be allowed your own time and interests.”

“I don’t mind.  Besides, I do have my hobbies and time to pursue them.”

“Like what?”

“I draw and I dance.”

“Does Yurika do anything else?  Anything fun?”

“This is her idea of fun.  Reading, working in her workshop, and spending time with her sisters.  She’s starting to miss Yuko since Yuko’s now training more and more with my grandfather.”

“So my role is to help traditional conventions go out the window and establish a new one…”  Sarah muttered to herself.




3064, Melissia…

Hubris.  Pure goddam hubris.  "You're sure?"

The intel officer nodded, "The Falcons did a vertical envelopment on the base, General Bryan was inside."

"Who's next in the chain, that wasn’t in Sharon Bryan's deathtrap?"  she demanded, implying who would be if someone else wasn't.

"Ah, GeneralLeutnant Adam Steiner, Mein Kolonel."

"Then let General Steiner know that the 77th FedCom Regiment stand by to his orders, and get me a Clean CSOI!!!"

The enemy was in force, with Naval bombardment capability, Melissia's defenses were in failure mode.

The orders were to cover the withdrawal of General Steiner's units, then follow.

An organized, fighting retreat is one of the most complex and difficult operations any military can execute.

Henrietta led hers as 'advancing to the rear' while managing the holding actions to let other units-really fragments of other units, make it to the dropships, and from there, out of the system.

For their part the Falcons seemed intent on pressing them on the ground but once in the air or in space?  The Warship didn’t pop open the vulnerable transports to hard vacuum.

The fighters?  Those hounded and harassed for as long as they could.

By the time the last ship got out, hardly anyone could even move; they were too exhausted.

Henrietta disembarked her mech finally.  As she walked towards the passenger facilities she passed a no longer quite so fresh faced Leutnant she didn’t recognize.  She reached into a pocket and fished out a flask and tossed it to him.

“It’ll help a little.  Not much mind you.”  Henrietta said as the young man took a swig and then made a face before tossing the flask back.

She returned the flask to her pocket and then finished her walk to get a shower.

After she was done she got dressed and headed up to the command deck.

"General Steiner. Sir." she saluted.  "What now?"

"Have you even slept?"

"I'm fit, sir.  Can't say the same for the Sixth Donegal or the Third Alliance Regulars, maybe a spot of good luck we were delayed when she ordered the seven-seven to Melissia, or we'd have been inside the death-trap."

"The fortress."


"I argued against it back in July of last year, sir.  History shows a fortified position is the definition of stupidity when aerial bombardment, indirect fire artillery, or vertical envelopment are things that actually exist.  The only reason to build a fort, is as a distraction to focus the enemy while your maneuver units catch them up the ass, Sir."

"What's your breakage?"

"Thirty percent, but we'll have most of that recovered by the time we ground on Chapultepec.  Where do you need us?"


***

"You MUST pick a side!"  Nondi Stiner herself insisted.

Duke Patrick Ngo crossed his arms, "I serve The Commonwealth, not fractious political cults.  In point of fact, I do not have to 'pick a side', the true Archon will reveal themselves through actions...like maybe, dealing with the current flurry of invasions by Clan Jade Falcon, something anyone with half a grain of sense would have recognized was coming!!"

"Guards! Arrest this…Traitor!!"

"Should've shot me." Patrick told her, "My grandfather broke four of Alessandro's best specialists in Blackgate over five years.  You should have had me shot."

With that, he was carried away  to be interned until charges could be assembled.
***

"Let me get this straight, you had my brother, the Duke of Kowloon, arrested on general treason charges for refusing to declare a side in this…'civil' war? And now, you want me to..what?" Elizabeth leaned heavily on the console as she faced Regent Nondi Steiner on HPG.  "What do you want me to do?  I mean, the arrest itself is a violation of the Charter, but not a violation without precedent, after all, my grandfather spent five years in Blackgate for refusing to tell Alessandro where Katrina was hiding-three of those years AFTER she returned. So what is it,exactly, you want from me that you don't already have Your Grace?"

Elizabeth shook out a crayon from a box. 

"Your pledge of loyalty." Nondi said, "To Katherine."

"Ooh, shakedown!!" Liz looked up, "let me guess, Henrietta's either in the field or told you to pound sand, so you're going to hold my brother as hostage and make me say words that sound good on camera, and mean nothing to the relevant situation here above the truce line."  she pulled an orange one from the pile.  "Tangerine…"

"It is NOT meaningless!!"

"It is, if we're all wearing jade green uniforms next year because you had our key units fighting our key units while the nation is being invaded!!" the girl slammed her too-frail fist onto the console.  She then took an experimental bite of the waxy thing, "hmmm so tangerine's a word meaning citric acid and sugar, interesting…"

”Your options are to swear, be declared traitor, or your entire system be declared in rebellion.”

"Would being declared in rebellion get you to move units into the area?" Elizabeth asked, "to enforce it, I mean…" she cocked her head, "say, since you aren't doing that already, that sounds positively delightful, if all I must do, to get you to do your ****** job is be declared in rebellion."  she put the crayon down, cleared her throat.

"Adelaide.
Babaeski.
Ballynure.
Barcelona.
Blue Hole.
Chahar.

Do I need to list every single one in alphabetical order, Madame Regent? You're not doing the job, why should I listen to what you have to say, or care what you might do?  IF you kill my brother, It's because you were going to do it anyway, and right now, you're holding the reasonable one and negotiating with somebody decidedly unreasonable, who has nothing to lose.  Try again."

”When we win, I will remember this.  And there will be a price.  You could have swore.  Gotten the Davions out of our realm, telling us how things are to be done.  Instead you choose this.”

"You won't have a long time to nurse that grudge." Liz reminded her, "but for right now, you have a job to do." DING_DING_DING echoed from Lizz's bracelet.

Nondi clearly frustrated cut the call from her end.

Elizabeth seized in the chair for five minutes before she was safe to be helped from the HPG center.

"Elizabeth?" Natalie was clearly concerned.

"They're going to torture him, maybe kill him… we're in revolt now, Nat, send out summons for proxies, and make sure the next shipments get out to Henrietta and Adam Steiner's people."

"Yes ma'am."

“Evvie and the kids.  Make sure Li has someone watching them now.  I’ve done and made them targets too.”

"For principle?" Natalie asked.

Liz nodded weakly.  "Never give in or they just keep doing it to you."

“I will take care of it.  You rest.”  Natalie nodded.

***

“Liz is resting.  Henrietta, this was the worst one I have witnessed.  I had to call and let you know.”  Natalie sighed.

"So, five minutes or longer?"

“Five minutes and thirty three seconds according to my watch.”

Henrietta closed her eyes.  "I thought it would take longer… she's in stage two, isn't she?"

“The evidence seems to confirm it.”

"We're launching the counter-attack in a few hours.  Keep her safe, keep her stable."

“I will do all that I can.”

"I wish I could come home.  I'm sorry you're stuck with this."

“Do not be.  I will handle this.  So that you can do what needs to be done without having to worry.  But I also had to let you know.  She is your sister.”

“Nat…”

“I know.  Different universes and different circumstances. Speaking of which, Pat okayed her 'university' idea.”

“How is that going?"

"The project is following its timeline, why?"

"Because I think it might be important for making her look out away from the abyss.  Encourage her." Henrietta instructed, "keep her distracted building her school."

“I will.”

"Do you have anything you want me to tell your former colleagues?"

“Just what you told me.  That honor also means keeping your word even when it is not convenient.”

"I can do that. Good luck, Natalie. We're all going to need it."


“Good hunting Henrietta.”


Dojo
Daimyo’s Palace
Apriki
2 August 3064


Yuko stood in the center of the Dojo in her prep school uniform.

“Fall admission.  Not unusual due to when you were born.  Remember all I taught you.”  Hideki the Elder spoke softly.

“Hai, sensei.”  Yuko bowed.

“I’ll miss you sis.”  Yurika said quietly as she hugged Yuko.

“I’ll miss you too.  But I’ll be back before you know it.  Mandatory leave for offworld students before they go into the advanced programs.”  Yuko smiled.

“May the winds keep you aloft and the currents see you return with good tidings.”  Natsu was next to hug her sister.

“Don’t worry.  I’ll bring you some chocolates when I come back.  Supposed to be the best in the whole district.”  Yuko looked at Clara.  “I know I can count on you.  Thank you for taking care of my big sister.”

Clara bowed.

“And next time I’m back we’ll have that re-match to find out who really is better at Kendo.”  Yuko smiled at Hideki the Younger.

“My little girl, growing up and going off to school.  Are you still sure about this?  It is not too late.  I could bring tutors here.”

“After all the trouble you’ve already gone through to get me into prep school and a reserved conditional spot at Sun Zhang?  I am.  No offense but I want to see more than Apriki.  I love you all.  But I have to be who I am too.”  Yuko smiled as she felt tears building in her eyes.

“Wanderlust and the heart of a warrior.  My fierce little dragon.”  Hikkaru handed Yuko an origami red dragon.

Hikkaru and Yuko hugged until the ground car arrived.

“This will be a test unlike any other you have faced as a father.”  Hideki the elder proclaimed.

“Any advice?”  Hikkaru asked.

“Having done this with my two sons and one of my daughters?  Just keep in your heart that you have raised her well and that she will be back.”  Hideki the Elder answered.

“You are a wise man my old friend.”

“I got that off a fortune cookie.”  Hideki laughed.

Academy for Advanced Placement
Student Dorms
New Samarkand
14 September 3064


Yuko unpacked the last of her things into the provided space.

Everything was neatly placed.

“New girl.”  The voice of a male student came from the doorway.

“You’re in the wrong dorm.”  Yuko said flatly.

“So are you, charity case.”

“I see.  I expected this.  New student hazing or bullying.  Predictable.”  Yuko rolled her eyes.

“Why you little…”

“A reasonable proposal before you start something.  Let us go to the dojo and change into our training gis.  They cannot punish anyone for extra sparring.”

“That’s a great idea.  See you there in twenty minutes.  If you’re not there it’s open season.”  The bully suddenly smiled.

“I’ll be there.”  Yuko rolled her eyes.

Yuko was confident she got to the dojo first.

She found the office.

“Sensei.  Some of the other students expressed an interest in engaging me in some practice sparring.  I have everything I need.”  Yuko held up her bag, smiling sweetly.

“Cadet Ryukan is it?”

“Hai.”

“All right.  I’ll be there shortly to supervise.”

Yuko dashed off and found the locker rooms.  She got changed.

As she expected, the reason the boy from before was late was because he had shown up with friends.

"Y-ou b-brought Friends?" she demanded.

"Not my idea." Hiro said, "trust me, this was not my idea, and they're my brother's 'friends', not mine."

“This complicates things…”  Yuko frowned.

One of the boys cleared his throat, "not if it's really about helping Hiro get better at his fighting, rather than embarrassing the family with another girl he's manipulated into bed!" the speaker was a large boy with a shaved head, almost ebony skin, and a crooked smile showing ceramic teeth replacements.  "He isn't manipulating you, is he?"

“So before in the dorm…”  Yuko deepened her frown.

"It's not like that!!" Hiro almost begged.frantically looking between Yuko, and the large boy who seemed to be the leader.  "Im not like that anymore!!"

“You said I was in the wrong dorm and called me a charity case.  These others seem to think you have an interest in me.”  Yuko shook her head.

"Wait, he insulted you?" a smaller boy, with a scar running past a white-blind eye who could be Hiro's twin if not for the obvious damage, spoke up, "Seriously dude?  Miss, you want us to teach him a lesson, or you want to do the teaching?  I'll have the Gonzales boys keep a look-out either way.  My brother seems to have forgotten his heritage and the face of our father."

“Hiro is it?  It seems you are under a lot of stress.  So I shall forget about before.  But if it is true you need help with your fighting I will teach you as my sensei taught me.”

“Who is your sensei?”

“Hatsumi Hideki.”  Yuko answered flatly.

The name seemed to have magic.  "Now I want to watch this even more." Hiro's scarred brother said.  "Hiro, you better pay attention, if she's from Hideki's school, you're about to get schooled."

Hiro timidly nodded.

"I don't suppose you're offering lessons for guys who didn't insult you, are you?"

“I am willing.  I’m new here and I could use a way to get to know people.”  Yuko nodded.

"Gonna need mats." the big boy said, "do it properly."

Within a few minutes what had started as a bad first impression had turned into the beginning of an instructional lesson.

"...so, Hiro is your brother…" she fished for a name.

"Ryu. Kamigata Ryu." the scarred boy said, "Mom and dad decided not to make rhyming names when they had twins. I'm the bad one, by the way-ask anyone in the family.  Bad choices and…." he gestured to his blinded side, "bad luck.  Made up for it with a high pain tolerance by the time I was ten. My twin is…soft."

“The challenge then will be to harden him without making him brittle.”

"Yep.  I doubt doing to him what happened to me will be a good method." Ryu agreed amiably.

“I do not have my sensei’s body of experience but I will do my best to use what he taught me to help your brother.”

“You seem rather forgiving.”  Hiro peeped up softly.

“It is necessary in my family.  For my father does have a certain reputation.  A small one to be sure.  For the old traditionalists we’re seen as poor fits for nobility.  So we must be tolerant and forgiving or risk making too many enemies.”  Yuko nodded.  “Now let’s see your stance.”

She found her next few hours were busy, correcting stances among seven different boys of different sizes (well, five with different sizes, and Hiro and Ryu).

I have my work cut out for me…  Yuko thought to herself.
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Dang, my editing privileges came back too late for Nondi... she's missing an "e"... :/

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Blackjack, 5 October 3064

The clanner in the Omnimech clearly hadn't gotten the memo about the 77th, or maybe they did, and didn't believe it.

Henrietta stepped under his missile launcher like he was standing still, and brought her 'mech's foot down on one of the legs, leveraging mass and velocity in a shin-stripping horse-kick you can't do with digitigrade legs, while she brought her fist up across the beak-like forward cockpit assembly, smashing armor plate and leveraging the velocities to do more damage.

The Falcon at least had the sense to see it coming, and ejected a moment before five tons of reinforced endosteel alloy wrapped in starslab occupied the space his or her command seat had once held.

"Every time I come back here, it's the same ****** thing…" she muttered.  This time, at least, it wasn't in a training battalion's spare Chameleon.

Cyan lightning smashed past her, heating the sensors on her right side.

The Clanner in their black lanner raised both arms in a sort-of-salute.  "I am Georgy of the Hazens, who do I have the honor of defeating?"

She almost stuttered.  This one was pure traditionalist indeed, demanding to know their opponent.

"Ich Bin Lyraner, boy.  Eject or leave, you won't be walking out." she replied to him.

His gunnery was good, but he was overconfident in it.  Armor sheathed off in rainfalls from his weapons as she closed at a run, hopped on her remaining jump-jets, and delivered a flying kick to his birdlike 'mech's side torso.

Warnings and faults began showing in the armor plating on the leg and actuator.  It was still functional for now but another stunt like that and she’d be hopping home on one leg.

He fired short-range missiles and they scored all over her 'mech as she twisted, ducked, and failed to dodge.  She replied with a medium laser that was a lot more…centered, in this case, where the armor had already been compromised over his powerplant.  Her second medium, drew a red line across the first hit, finishing the job where the upper and lower torso, by necessity, had the weakest plating.  The reward was a jet of rapidly cooling plasma from his engine, venting out the side.

He took a step forward, and…wobbled, tilting crazily.

She stepped up, and shoved.  The compromise had hit his gyro, clearly.  He went over and ejected, unable to continue the fight.

The hill overlooking the athletic field of the Blackjack School of Conflict belonged to the 77th. "They're getting younger, and worse." she noted.

“Good for us.  Still must feel good Colonel.  Now you can invite your girlfriend back to the spot you two met.”

"Yeah, except Mark's off somewhere else." she groused, "I had the biggest crush on him when we were…cadets."

“You know I’m not talking about Mark.  Oh well.”

"Natalie isn't my girl, she's my sister's minder…but your jokes are getting better Moshe. I almost laughed at that one.  Tell our battery to set up on the lee side of the slope, Archer's people are somewhere east of us, and the Clanners won't turn around if we don't hit their rear with lots of falling frag."

“Jawhol Kolonel.”  Moshe’s smile was almost audible.  “One dose of unpleasant surprise coming up.”

"Scouts out first, Moshe, I want my shots landing on Clanners, not allies."

“Of course.  I’m just keeping the channel clean.  Higher ups are already going to have a field day with some of the transcripts.”

"****** 'em if they can't take a joke." she observed saltily, which made her XO laugh. 

“Okay then one unscheduled proctology examination on the way for our Clan friends.”

The infantry were already bringing up their guns, mostly thumpers from Arluna's militia, the guns started slinging shell as Henrietta walked to the maintenance point.

“Shit.  Now I’m thinking what kind of karma it’ll be if one of them actually does have bowel cancer by some chance…”  Moshe groused.

"He won't for long."

“True.”


Blackgate Prison, Lyran Commonwealth

The cells here, on level 17,  are single-occupancy.  This is the level where 'special' prisoners-prisoners too valuable to execute outright, and too dangerous to be released, particularly too dangerous for whichever regime is running Tharkad, are kept.

In the centuries that the Lyran state has existed, from the Protectorate of Donegal, to the present, the number of men (or women) who've walked out of these cells alive? can be counted on one hand.

With a finger left over.

HIs grandfather was the last man who could claim that honor.  His grandfather had broken four Interrogation specialists in five years on this level.

Patrick could do no less than his Grandfather.
They ran the lighting on a randomizer, and filtered in bursts of sound-never enough to do damage, just enough to confuse a normal time-sense, to interrupt sleep, and in between, there was a lack of auditory sensation.

This was interspersed with trips down the hall, to be questioned, 'interviewed' and once in a while,  shoved into sensory deprivation chambers.

Nothing intended to leave a mark, the target, after all, is the willpower and sense of self.

Patrick had been prepared for this by his Grandfather, and by the simple demands of being Duke of a star system where a third of the population are spacers with their own traditions and folkways.

Ways he had to learn with his letters and numbers during the twelve years he spent fostered to his Grandfather's estate while his parents pursued active military careers.

The experience? Was still torture.  No amount of Rockjack tricks to stave off boredom or maintain focus could make it less than an assault on his very being.

An assault motivated by his refusal to support one side of an entirely unnecessary civil war in the middle of a foreign invasion.

It is the unfortunate fact of nearly every interstellar nation-the contrast between high sounding ideals, and the brutality of the necessary Administrative State-that it only takes a little bit for the guardians to become the predatory parasites, and worst yet, they will believe they are doing it to secure 'freedom', or 'maintain order' or preserve a 'rule of law' that they violate with impunity.

Blair Atholl Orbit, February, 3065…

"We've got an accord with the Falcons, Ngo."  General Steiner told her, "and…a contact…has identified where your brother is being held.  We've got coordinates."

"I'm going."  she said quietly.  "Where am I going, exactly?"

"First off, you're not going in alone, the file on the target says it's heavily defended, and your unit took heavy losses getting us this far."

The image on the Holostage lit, showing a system just rimward of Donegal, in an empty zone. 

"The site is here-" the image 'zoomed' into first a ragged solar system around a dying red dwarf, then to a world-sized rock orbiting roughly one AU from the dying, dim star.  "-the bunker complex is here…" the target lit on the planetoid and zoomed in further.  "Loki maintains a heavy presence, including battlemechs, to secure the entry which my source says, is here.  It's vacuum ops until you've entered the complex, which is dug into the crust about half a kilometer."

"Hello, Blackgate Prison." Henrietta said quietly.  "We breach it, they vent atmo, right?"

"That's the working theory, they'll exploit the fragility of the prisoners to cripple any rescue attempt."  Adam said with a nod, "Which is why even people who've found out where it is, haven't been in a hurry to launch a rescue before-but they've got more than your Brother in there, they've got hostages from around fifty or so important families and factions inside the Commonwealth."

"We'll need to take the surface installations without breaching the envelope inside." she agreed, "Then take the interior and tunnel systems without giving them the chance to vent the atmosphere."

Academy for Advanced Placement
New Samarkand
11 November 3065


One of the long standing traditions was that mechwarrior families with heirs that showed potential would often start training with their heir at ages as young as ten.

Since Yuko’s father had no potential for piloting a Battlemech she had no such advantage.

But that was what the Academy for Advanced Placement was for.  For such students they could get fundamental training before being sent onward to Sun Zhang for proper, full fledged, mech training.

Yuko had been assigned a temperamental Phoenix Hawk, a so-called ‘Davion’ variant that had been taken during the War of 3039.

Just keeping it moving in a straight line with all the quirks it had developed over the decades was a challenge.  But today’s challenge was not about moving in straight lines.

She entered the course’s slalom section and she used the machine’s instinct to pull right to her advantage but cut hard back to the left using a light burst, not enough to go airborne, from two of her jump jets.

The next section was a series of hair pin turns.  The sharpest ones would require her to turn left to stay on the course.

Yuko tapped commands into the computer.  She found the power balancing subroutine for the actuators and quickly adjusted some settings on the fly.

She couldn’t completely remove the machine’s need to pull right, but it was far more manageable now.

Yuko feathered the throttle and shimmied the hips to help throw her mech into the first left turn of the section.

As expected it wanted to drift right but Yuko again tapped only a pair of jump jets for a brief second to compensate.

This time though alarms sounded as the right hip froze completely.

Yuko couldn’t correct fast enough and the mech was face down and a bit more than her ego was bruised.

“Not bad Ryukan-san.  You tried to modulate power to the faulty actuator.  Not the first cadet who thought of that.  I will have a packet for you to study for winter leave.  I expect you to read it and know why your trick failed upon your return.”  The instructor behind her in the jump seat broke his silence.

“Hai, sensei.”

Yurika’s Workshop
Daimyo’s Palace
Apriki
Draconis Combine
25 December 3065


“Of all the ways…Maintenance mode?  The configuration I entered combined with the triggering of the jump jets put the right hip actuator into maintenance mode.”  Yurika was helping Yuko with her ‘homework’.

“I didn’t want to believe it either.  But when the mech went into the dirt bank… Reading that made it make sense.”

“Then I got something to show you.”  Yurika grabbed Yuko’s hand and dragged her to a new wing of the shop.

In the hangar was a Battlemech.  A Dragon to be precise.  Assembled.  But the arms were wrong.

“Remember all those scrap dad bought me to keep me busy?  They’re not scraps anymore.  It’s yours.”  Yurika proclaimed.

“Thank you.”  Yuko hugged her sister.

“There is a catch.”

Yuko didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late and she felt a prick in her neck and before her vision completely blacked out an injector in her sister’s hand.

When Yuko woke up she had a splitting headache.

“Don’t try to talk yet.  Keep your eyes closed a bit longer.  I know you want to open them but you’ll be very sensitive to the light just yet.”  It was the voice of Doctor Greene.

“Your sister has done something to you.  I’m still trying to figure out exactly what.  But if it is what I think it is, you won’t be going back to the Academy or to Sun Zhang.”  Doctor Greene continued.

Yuko had to open her eyes now.

The burning heat of pain of the light made her want to shut them again but she endured.  On the back of her hands and up her arms were tattoos.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of her current condition or not but she could swear they were slightly glowing.

Hikkaru’s office

“I made sure they will grow with her and won’t drive her insane.”  Yurika said defiantly.

“I indulged you too much.”  Hikkaru shook his head.  “The DCMS will never believe your word and the only way to be sure with these kinds of implants is to wait and see.  The Daimyo of Irurzun is turning over rulership to his heir.  I am being summoned for the occasion.  I am ordering your workshop sealed.  We will talk about further punishment for what you did to your sister when I return.”  Hikkaru shook his head.


Zaniah III
26 December , 3065…


She could barely walk, but she managed to do it with something like dignity.  "Your Highness." she said, "The Commonwealth needs you.  The realm is invaded and our best are killing our best.  Someone has to make it stop."

Peter studied the young woman for a moment.

"Why me?"

"Nobody else can do it." she asserted, "Victor abdicated, Katherine created this problem, y-y-your G-g-gre-..." she shuddered, and a blood vessel in the corner of her eye burst, "Nondi is making it worse. SOMEONE has to be in charge, someone that everyone either has no hate for, or trusts, someone who's been above it all and c--ca-cahhhh…" a whimper and she almost collapsed.

“MEDIC!”  Peter cried out as he moved to Liz.

They managed to carry her away to the hospital, but one of the doctors looked grim. 

"What is it?"

"She's dying and there's nothing we can do about it." Dr. Maslovski explained, "that girl should be resting comfortably, not traveling halfway across the realm to…I don't know, see you? Ask you for…"

“She shames me.  She has more courage and conviction than I do.”  Peter shook his head.

"She's asking about you, claims she hasn't finished her meeting, Sir."

“I will see her then.  Please.  Do what you can for her.”

***

Elizabeth Ngo, He'd found out, was Baroness Spider Moon, a noble whose landhold consisted of a bunch of moons, gas giants, asteroids, and rocks-none of them habitable by even the most extreme imaginings, and she owned one of the largest shipping concerns in the Commonwealth.

She was on direct-drip Morphine when he walked into her hospital room, with tablets on her lap and scattered around, working.

"Thank you for seeing me, Your Majesty, I'd stand but….doctors say no." 

“From what I’ve been told you should be resting.  But I see that is not your strong suit.”

"If I rest, I have less time to work, and my time's running out." she answered, "I was kind of out of it-being on unfiltered pain does that, the drugs keep me stable. We need you to assume your proper place, Your Majesty,for the realm.  You need to take the seat on Tharkad, relieve Nondi before she kills everyone, and end this civil war-your people need YOU."

“I’ll have to go against her directly.  Fighting family, it is no small thing.”

"Your grandmother felt the same, right on through after Alessandro sent a hit team and she had to go into hiding." she noted, "My Grandfather was in Blackgate keeping the secret of where she'd gone and where she was, until three years after she'd removed her uncle.  My brother is currently in Loki's hands for saying similar things-that this civil war is a mistake, that the invasion is happening, that Lyrans should not be killing Lyrans…and you came here, because you'd been manipulated, your comments…" she slid a padd, "Say you felt like you'd been a pawn.  Know what happens when a Pawn stops being a Pawn?"

“They become something else.”
 
She nodded, "Yep, the most powerful piece on the board. I think we can do this, you can do this, and I think it strongly enough to abandon two childhood dreams and a lot of obligations to come here and try to convince you not to be anyone's pawn, ever again.  MY doctors say I'm done in three years."

“Who else have you roped into this?  I find it difficult to believe you’ve come this far on your own.”

"Maggie Doons.  Rowe-McClaren, some of Bradford's relatives, and Morgan Kell sounded interested, he's the one who clued me in on where you were."

“I imagine Duke Kell would do more if he did not have his own issues at Arc Royal.”

“He is minding the store.  Adam Steiner? Minding the store, but Nondi isn't.  It's time you put the old…the sister of your grandmother, in a nice retirement home and take charge of your legacy while you still have a nation. I'd prefer to be alive when that happens."

“You do not negotiate fair.  How can I deny you?  How can anyone in their right mind deny this whole situation?”

"You can say no, you can send me home, keep laying low, and hope the Falcons get bored…or you can step up and be the man you should be-the Archon of the Lyran Commonwealth that is your due, and make this problem end."  she said evenly, "You DO have a choice, I'm just betting you're smart enough to make the right one for all of our sakes."

“It is a difficult choice to make but I’d rather be able to look at myself in the mirror after today without being filled with disgust at my cowardice.”

"Good, let's talk logistics, as you said, this is going to be rough, I've got data on units that will fall in line immediately, a frankly enormous number of jumpships I can call on, and you have allies if you want them, let's save the Commonwealth while there's a Commonwealth left to save."

Instead of the mirror it’ll be my reflection in whatever I still have a taste for when this is all done and it will not be my cowardice I will be disgusted at but she is right, this needs to be done.  Peter nodded.

Daimyo’s palace
Apriki
8 January 3066


Hikkaru strode around his home.  He had returned as quickly as he could once he had heard about what happened.

The wreckage of furniture and decorations, blood stains that were still being cleaned up.

Hideki the Younger was kneeling in Hikkaru’s throne room, bandaged and ragged looking still.  He had stayed behind with Clara and some other staff and guards.

“Forgive me Daimyo.  I could not stop them from taking your daughter.”  Hideki the Younger bowed.  “If you ask, I will apologize to my ancestors in the garden.”

Hikkaru shook his head.

“No.  I will decree your punishment to be something more difficult.  To live.  To become better.  So that the next time your Lord is attacked you can slay ten times as many enemies.”  Hikkaru declared.

“I understand my lord.  I believe I have cleaning that needs done.”

“That can wait.  Go visit your cousin in the hospital.”  Hikkaru nodded.

“Yes my lord.”

Hikkaru looked at Hideki the Elder who had entered the throne room as his grandson left.

“I have many calls to make.  Whoever took my daughter will pay.  I cannot let our last conversation be a disagreement.”

Yurika’s workshop

Natsu was going over the mech still.

Yuko was searching around the ground level.

“I’m surprised they left it.”  Yuko said as the area didn’t show the same signs of recent combat.

“When one is in a hurry, the heavy becomes a burden.”  Natsu climbed down off the mech.

The two continued walking around the hangar until they found a crate.

Another present-Love Yurika was stenciled on the front.

Yuko opened it.

Inside was a suit.  One unlike any Yuko had ever seen before.

It was lined with circuitry.

She carefully put it back.

“You are conflicted.”

“She ruined my chances with any professional military.  Even most mercs wouldn’t accept me now.  I am no longer desirable for dynastic marriages.”

“Family.”

“Yeah.  If for nothing else I have to help find her so I can give her a piece of my mind.”  Yuko declared.


Blackgate…

"You're being released."  It had been pulled enough times, that Patrick didn't believe it.

The guards led him to a lift, and never once lowered their guard, but it was a different direction than the usual path.

The ride upward took minutes, and the doors opened into a habitat area.

"New stunt? New method?" he asked aloud.

"You're being released." the guard told him.  They unlocked his cuffs.

"Patrick?"  oh shit, did they get Lizzie too?  "What did they do to you?" she was glassy eyed and alarmed all at once.

He recognized the man standing just to the side, surrounded by other prisoners who were also looking…confused.

"Liz? How did-"

"Because there's a new Archon in the Commonwealth." she told him, "Come here…let me see you."  His vision blurred, and she was real.  "Don't cry…" she said, "not where they can see you."

It was her.  "What did it cost?"

"Three years of my life." she told him.  "Many of my Dreams, ambitions…but you're coming home."

She led him to the throng around Peter Steiner-Davion. 

"Your Majesty…" Elizabeth awkwardly took a knee. 

"Get up, Liz, I need my advisors standing." Peter said uneasily, "not bowing, for christ's sakes, You're Lyrans!"

"What now?" Patrick asked.

"Now, Duke Ngo, if you're up to it, we're going to remove a problem occupant from my house on Tharkad, and god help us all."


’Passenger’ cabin
Word of Blake Dropship flying the cover identity of Tokyo Maru
Enroute to Solaris 7


“Hello.”  A soft male voice announced as Yurika’s vision cleared as she woke up.

“Who are you?”  Yurika asked.

“I’m no one you need to worry about.  I will not hurt you.”

“But I’m clearly your prisoner.”

“I hope to convince you this is much more of an extraordinary opportunity.  I mean after all your father locking you out of your own workshop like that?  The people I represent want to give you the freedom to create whatever you want.  But first, rest.  This has been a trying experience and you’ve been through a lot.  I’ll have a meal brought to you later.”

“Where are we going?”  Yurika asked.

“I see no harm in telling you.  We’re going to Solaris.  There are all sorts of new and interesting technologies for you to work with waiting there.”  The man stood and exited.

As he walked to a communication terminal he smiled.

Adept Perseus reporting mission success Precentor Cadmus.  We are enroute.  The short, simple letter would be sent via HPG.  No one would know as the computer applied the encryption and built a fake message about financial exchanges and information brokerage around it.

Tharkad, Day 2 of the battle…

Lyrans, killing Lyrans.  Henrietta had tried like hell to avoid this.  Elizabeth's indirect method got Pat back, but the war had to happen anyway.

Old Nondi might've been starving the border garrisons, but she'd spent lavishly on her own defense.  The 1st Royal Guards were backed up with Jaegers units equipped with the finest new hardware Coventry Metal Works and Defiance Hesperus were turning out, including new technologies, more than a few of which would've been damned useful during the counter-attack that ended the Falcon incursion.

Irrelevant to that, now.  "Spread out pattern Rassenficke Drei, they've got another one of those big gauss carriers."

Her job was to keep the riff-raff off the Archon-because for some insane reason known only to god or Royalty, he insisted on being in the front lines instead of usefully in a headquarters vehicle.

Then again, he was using Pat for that.

Natalie engaged the heavy-gauss platform-this one was at least based on a Quad, so it didn't try to fall over when the pilot shot the main gun.

But it was clear that whoever handled training for the Royal Guards regiment on Tharkad, they didn't study much feedback from the field.

Nat's machine-a capture from the Falcons, laid accurate fire at long range instead of the massive, blunderbuss-bombard-like 'accuracy' of the heavy weapon.  In this case, she pinked the thing's main gun right down that huge bore.

The explosion was…impressive.

Or at least, it would've been, if Henrietta didn't have other things to focus on instead.

Even Moshe was strangely quiet.  He was usually much more talkative.

A wheeled tank with a big cannon came around the corner, and Henrietta upped to a jog from the flank, while his turret tried to track Nat or Moshe.

Henrietta applied a kick to the thing's turret, and the impact shed armor, as the turret lifted and tumbled into the facing of a shop along the street.

"Showoff."

"Ammo."

She said it, right before she had to use the antipersonnel weapons on an infantry unit that had been shadowing beside and behind the tank.  A couple of Quads, these heavy weapons carriers, Fenrir armors, tried to engage her.

She popped them with the PPC.  One, Two, Three…four ran back up the alley.

“Bad dogs!”  Moshe finally broke his silence.

Up ahead, the Archon had found the Regent, and they were fighting a duel, because why not?  Nondi Steiner was, at least, a competent 'mechwarrior…

Just that age and treachery might be advantages, but you have to be smart and aware for that to BE an advantage.

Henrietta crossed a street and caught a Royal Guards Zeus in the flank, close enough that she didn't bother with weapons, instead using hand actuators and legs to make the take-down before the larger, heavier machine had time to set its feet. Leverage and being just more prepared meant sweeping the legs out from under the Zeus mid-step, while clotheslining it across the windscreen/cockpit assembly, feet go up, 'mech comes down.  The stomp she delivered finished the takedown.  Ugly, but necessary.

Nondi's move to have help, was stopped because Peter had acquiesced to having his own.

The Regent's Hauptmann omnimech went down under Peter's guns, and Henrietta noted in passing that it was, at least, a merciful ending-as much as any ending like that can be merciful.
Patient Room 601
Osaka Teaching Hospital
Apriki
Draconis Combine
10 January 3066


Hideki the Younger watched his cousin like a hawk for any signs that she would come out of her coma.

“I should be there instead of you.  If I had just been more capable…”

Clara’s right hand twitched.

“DOCTOR GREENE!”  Hideki the Younger yelled.

Doctor Greene came rushing in with some orderlies.

“What is it?”

“Her hand… It moved!”  Hideki the Younger pointed at Clara’s right hand.

Doctor Greene began checking Clara and the readings from the machines.

“She did.  It’ll be a bit before she’s back with us fully but she’s coming back.”  Doctor Greene declared.

Hideki the Younger began to cry as Doctor Greene began to rattle off instructions to her nurses and orderlies.

Two days later

Clara still couldn’t talk from the tube being removed.  It was a painful experience but as it meant she was going to live and recover, one she was grateful for anyway.

Clara had never learned a gesture based language but there was a memory burning in her mind that she did not want to forget but knew she might despite her best efforts in her current condition and it was proving difficult to get anyone to understand she wanted something to write with and something to write on.

After about half an hour it was Doctor Greene that figured it out.

One of them mentioned they needed to hurry, to get to the Tokyo Maru, before they missed the extraction window.  That must be the ship that took them and Yurika off world.

It took only a mere moment before that information was in Hikkaru’s hands.

Hikkaru’s office

Hikkaru smiled.

Clara had given them a vital early clue.

He had the Dropship.

With that it was a simple matter for him to find the Jumpship.  At least the first one.

Someone as bold as this would not be so foolish as to use just one.

Proserpina Express.  It was the only entry on the approved Jumpship schedule.

It was a ship known quite well to him.  It was the main merchant vessel for this region.

The next stop was Irurzun.  The former Daimyo was no fan of his and the current one, while certainly polite, indicated he was not a fan of Hikkaru either during his recent visit.

Still I must beg him for his help.