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Title: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 November 2019, 18:55:34
in my last vacation back to fanfiction, I did up a victor/Victoria swap alternate-of-an-alternate-of an alternate universe story that was a pile of vignettes and scenes.   At the end of that, I realized I'd run out of all the right badguys and asked people what they wanted to see.

I won't say that revisiting the world the Hunted Tribes crossover with Hotpoint was MOST popular, because the suggestion pool was pretty shallow, but it started my brain-engines a bit, that, and Cawest offering to let me contribute to his take on the setting.

but what came to me, maybe didn't fit with what he is thinking, and it just felt like fun. (well, fun for me, anyway) since what surfaced wasn't what I expected, but instead, a sequel to the last chapters of "Black Jumpsails".

It doesn't help that I looked up a piece of classic urban legend, either-the Philadelphia Experiment.

Cawest, Hotpoint, anyone who's collaborated with me in the past?  Guys, check this out and you're invited, I have NO IDEA what's going to happen...

Don't say that word, I know it's only fools,
who do not know their fate is just.
all the justice in the world,
is not enough to earn my faith and trust.


-Motorhead, "I don't Believe a Word"

Coast Guard Ship "Nueva Pueblo III", Sampan Mk III class, conducting Quarantine Enforcement, October 11, 3090...

Nicole Minh wasn't born on Kowloon.  She wasn't even born 'Nicole', but genetic surgery in the Metis Coalition was more than a century ahead of the technology the Clans are so proud of, especially when it comes to replacing cosmetic surgeries.  Commander Minh's real 'birthplace' was a records hack she paid good currency for, and her place as Senior Navigator and Commander of a Coast Guard ship was the happy result of a nightmare tragedy.

Most of her crew didn't know until she was hand-picked to transport a secret diplomat to the Metis Coalition.  They're not talking, and she's not advertising.  Her past for the Guard begins with a prison cell on Winter, with no power, no food, no fresh water, and a dead cell mate.  Her redemption began with an act of cannibalism.

"what the hell is that?"

"Damfino." Linda 'Seether' Sithers would be Nicoles lover, if she would let her.  instead, they are close friends.  "Spectra's all over the place on the EM, Gravity wave and Thermal bands.  it's like something twisted space."

'Do we have enough thrust to outrun it?" Nicole asked, quietly.

"velocity increasing on it, I'm honestly not sure we can."

"RTO, send our readings and imagery to Coast Guard command direct line, we've got a damn space anomaly an' it just ate a civilian jumpship trying to slip the Cordon."  Nicole ordered, "engines, bring reactors to one-fifty, output thrust One twenty five percent overload, go ahead and dump fuel into the burners, if we can't slip past this thing, we're as corncobbed as those poor Heinies."

"Aye mum, One Fifty and one-twenty-five, burning at two Kilos pure H, one kilo Lithium."

"it's gaining on us, matching course and vector."

"aww ******..."

there was no way to initiate a jump-the gravity was out of balance, but Nicole's instincts moved her hand, and she tried a method both dangerous, and difficult, altering the jump field to create a 'false' equilibrium using the ship's own mass.

Discontinuity

She burned, in chains of ice.

Discontinuity

Nicole cowered in the corner, blood from her cellmate slicking her chin, as too-bright lights blinded her darkness adapted eyes.

Discontinuity

White armored thugs kicked her into the decontamination center, and burning napalm covered her body...

Discontinuity

Somewhere in detection range of New Circe, October 22, 3047...

The emergence wave was loud.  Detectors on New Circe's surface set off frantic alarms, and both fighters and combat ships scrambled.  The Colonials were the first on the scene.

but it wasn't a Sovetski Soyuz, or any of the large warships that SHOULD have made that emergence wave.  The ship was small.  Scorched,  lightly armored and mounting barely-shrouded weapons blisters.  Less than 250 meters long and obviously damaged.  Where it wasn't scorched, the hull was a dark, haze-gray with a red stripe, a roundel showing an Orcinus orca, or Killer Whale, with a series of numbers.

on the flank, a half-burned flag shape was stenciled, a gold field bisected three times with red stripes, a blue star of David in the center, and in the center of that, the Lyran Commonwealth's armored fist.

her running lights were on, but nobody was answering hails.

Clan Wolverine military were the second on the scene, and the first to board.

Most of the crew were unconscious, a few were more than that.  A man frozen halfway through the bulkhead, a woman fused to her console.  two living bodies, screaming and somehow melded through each other.

twenty five personnel were recovered from a ship barely bigger than a large dropship, but equipped with a primitive core that was fractured lengthwise, the engine room was the worst.  remains of fifteen people, some still alive...sort of.  a man with no face, screaming...

a scene of outright horror, an abbotoir.

but twenty five crew were unconscious, in neural shock.  It made pulling them out of the wreck easier, at least.  identification didn't take long, the logs were recorded in an open format.  The codebooks weren't, but then, the 'jump calculator' was nothing but an input pad at the Nav station.  The most interesting find was the communication console.

"I have no idea what this is, or how it works."  The ship's RTO could have explained it, if he was awake-though why anyone would explain Black Box commo to strangers is quite outside of sane military operations.

"Documents on board are in a mix of English, German...and Vietnamese."  the homeport listed was Kowloon.

That raised more questions, which only got worse, when the date-stamps on the ship's logs were analyzed.

Kowloon...Coast Guard.  semi-apocryphal, the world that declared war on Amaris before the coup, the world that sent hundreds of thousands of men to kill the Rim Worlds, not to save or avenge the Star League, because they hated the Star league slightly less than they hated the Rim Worlds Republic.  The one allied group during the Amaris war that were expressly not invited to join the Exodus.

and the date stamps said it was twenty four years into the past.  The ship had somehow misjumped into the past, across the distance of the Star League in the wrong direction, to show up within detection range of New Circe.

Strange days indeed.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 November 2019, 19:05:46
The Wolverines could do some serious damage with 24 years of future data...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 November 2019, 19:15:37
The Wolverines could do some serious damage with 24 years of future data...

yeah, but finding out about the Arluna Flu?  That's 20 years from this 'when' (roughly).

I think it reasonable to presume lots of people aren't going to be happy about the intrusion, more will be insisting it's some kind of hoax, or prank.  Either way, accepting what's in front of them, or denying it, it's going to scare a lot of folks.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 November 2019, 19:19:27
Of course, it could also answer your other question about "bad guys" from the other thread... maybe the Wolverines do enough analysis to figure out who to hit so they DON'T become "those guys"...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 26 November 2019, 20:03:32
The Wolverines could do some serious damage with 24 years of future data...

You assume they even landed in the same timeline.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 November 2019, 20:06:54
Good point...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 November 2019, 20:12:46
McEvedy Hospital, New Circe...

She was disfigured.  Red and black tracery of burst veins across every centimeter of skin, old scars from decompression, except all of them on this floor had it, so it could have been a result of the misjump, medical student Zhora Hallis didn't really know.

What she knew, was twenty five people ranging from their mid-thirties to early twenties were all in a comatose state in her ward, there were no signs of recent brain damage and brain activity was...low, but present.

Aside from the obvious injuries of being tossed and shaken by the accident that put them here, they were in relatively good health.

EEG's spiked, and a voice from bed 2 mumbled, "am i still in the dream? is this real?"

she walked over, and examined her waking patient.

"You aren't in a dream, Leftenant Commander Sithers.  Your ship was in an accident, do you remember?"

"ugh...weeird readings, somethin'....makin' gravity waves, tore that heinie transport ship apart..."

the woman in bed two's eyes focused.  "****** me, you're clanners.  why aren't you wearing a damn biohazard suit? you don't know I'm not contagious!"  Sithers sat up...

Seether

"Are you out of your ****** mind, or is this facility at least isolated? You ****** KNOW the rules for Level Zero quarantines!!"  Her awareness was back, the perfect, almost too perfect features of someone who had to be Trueborn, furrowed in front her.  "Sweet jeebus, lady, I'm not joking, you ****** well know that the 21b virus is persistent in anyone with genemods, and it goes from dormant to active when exposed to genetic-base medicine!  Yer Blipping Grand Council insisted on the increased quarantine restrictions, and you're risking your ass being in here without a suit!"

"But..you're not contagious?" the strange med-tech asked.

"I'm not, but we were chasing down a quarantine violator, unless you know we didn't catch them, you should be in Mod Eight biohazard gear with a full purge on the room until you've confirmed it!  Where did you guys take us, and did you get anyone exposed boarding the wreck of the 'Celeste Maria' or her dropships? and why are you violating the Arluna Protocol answering our distress in the first place? your people should not be crossing the quarantine line.  It's bad for the rest of us, but it's a ****** death sentence for your kind!"

Seether paused, as something else registered. Hope and panic warred for dominance, and reason won out.  "Did your clan find a cure? are you guys here because you're renewing the invasion??"

drugs flooded her, and Seether fell back into oblivion.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 November 2019, 20:19:51
If nothing else, THAT conversation should get the Wolverines taking a VERY close look at the ship's logs...  :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 November 2019, 20:56:18
New Circe Dockyard orbital...

"The core is based on primitive cores used by early earth colonists, it's like a compact core but with a shorter range.  it's been augmented with an LF battery system to give it roughly the same range as a standard warship or drop-ship, the computers are...primitive.  the Jump computer relies a lot more on manual inputs than...sir, this thing is a kludge.  The point defenses are LBX autocannons, the main guns are fairly up-to-date for the 2750s, definitely Star League designs, the Missile silos are modern designs, they used a down-rated AR-10 style, and the basic planform's the sort of thing you find in history books about pre-Dreadnought combat vessels...and we have no idea what this is."  Technical Sargeant Baenre paused for breath.

"Do you recognize it?" Commander Hallis asked.

"No idea." Tyrol said sincerely, "I have not a clue what that is, or how it's supposed to work. It isn't Colonial or Cylon tech, that's all I can say for certain."

"Savashri.  Okay...I guess we wait for some of them to wake up, and explain it to us."


20 Hours later...SLDF Intelligence office, Briefing Room 4.

"...are you here because your Clan found a cure? are you renewing the invasion?"  The image showed the duty nurse administering sedatives that knocked the apparent ship's XO unconscious, then calling in for help.

"We haven't heard of any contagions, and no rumors about the Clans either-Copeland would've reported it if there were."  Geordison stated, "He hasn't, and we're pretty sure he won't, if the downloads from the ship's computers aren't a deception."

"What do you mean?"

"that ship is from 3090, or at least, all the computers, recorders and data on board seems to think it comes from 3090.  That's decades from now.  We have everything they had recorded, including personnel files on the crew.  Sithers is a Kowloon belter, what they call a 'rockjack', her personnel file goes back to 3050.  the Commanding officer, Nicole Minh, is a 'prison recruit' officer with combat time against the Word of Blake, whatever that is, and notes on joint operations with Clans Jade Falcon,Wolf, Ghost Bear, and an escort mission dealing with a Goliath Scorpion fleet unit, she's lost two ships since her career started, one due to enemy action and the other one was replaced after carrying out a diplomatic mission into the Metis belts around Sol."

"So they're professional military, a diplomatic mission?"

"Recruiting allies.  her most recent assignment was back on Quarantine.  Sir, these files read like a source of nightmares, everyone on Quarantine patrol are assigned based on surviving the infection-this one.  It's a nasty one."

"How nasty?"

"killed a couple of planetary populations, and according to their own files on it, The Star League designed it, nobody has a cure according to the profile in the database.  Nobody had it when the SLDF killed the project and tried to bury it back in the 28th century, and if our analysts are reading it right, they've got testing equipment to reveal the presence of the infection during the asymptomatic phase, and a few methods to keep a patient alive until they beat it, but the success rate is unacceptably low by our standards."

"How low?"

"Forty percent, with a bug that kills over ninety percent of its victims...sir, these people, if their data is right and their files aren't a lie, have witnessed something none of us ever have, I think Nike might know a few things, have seen something similar, but nobody here has ever seen or experienced horrors on that scale."

Colonel McEvedy thumbed through the offprint of 'Linda Sithers'.   "...psychological treatment for traumatic stress...guilt...suicidal ideation?" he read further.  "...medals for quick action preventing a spread of the outbreak from Winter, as a gunnery officer, Oh..."

"what is it, sir?"

"She had to fire on a civilian convoy trying to rush the jump point.  They still had...the channel was still open, according to this, her previous CO took a walk out the airlock without a suit when they got back, he gave the order, she carried it out, they both tried to kill themselves, only according to Minh's notes here, Sithers is starting to deal with the guilt."

"She's not the only one.  most of the crew files contain similar incidents, similar problems, most of those people would have been put on Medical leave or discharged in...we wouldn't send people with those problems back into the field, sir."

Chronic shortages of personnel would.  McEvedy knew all about that.  So would the Munchkins in the City State.  "They went from Quarantine enforcement to all out war, back to quarantine.  They don't have enough people...or enough qualified people, to do anything else..."

"Won't have, sir.  the outbreak was in 3067, if the data's not lying.  we have twenty years..."

"do we? get one of them conscious and rational, I need answers."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 November 2019, 21:09:47
All logical so far... it just might save them...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 November 2019, 21:33:08
SLDF Quarantine Medical, two days later...

the Captain of the stricken Cutter Nueva Pueblo, hull number 12/A/6 opened her eyes for the first time.  "I'm in a hospital?"  A medtech in an environment suit stepped up.

"Are you aware, Commander Minh?" Zhora's voice was rich, the depth that matched her size.

"Oh, yeah.  these drugs are amazing.  I have to ask, which Clan broke quarantine to answer the distress call?  Your gear's not quite Falcon, and we aren't anywhere near the Wolves or Ghost Bears, and a Scorpion medic would be wearing insignia."

"You...might not believe me." the Medtech told her, "We're the Star League in Exile, and you're nowhere near where your charts say these...invaders are located."

"So why are you following Arluna Protocols?" Nicole asked, then answered herself, "Of course, you're doing it for us-because you knew the first thing that would happen is panic that the virus will get loose."

"Commander Minh, may I take this stupid getup off?"

Nicole nodded.  "Yeah, unless someone tried to do recombinant DNA therapy on me, there's no chance the virus is going to go active, you're safe...so where am I, and...how far out of range are we? where are my crew? how many made it?"

"What do you remember?"

"I remember seeing the Celeste Mary breaking up, their dropships being dragged into what looked like a loop of plasma and bent light that was setting off our gravity wave detectors and fogging the thermals in deep space.  I remember having a crazy idea when we couldn't break the pull from it. it was like a black hole, only...more like a loop, half-twist, maybe an AU out and we were being sucked in, so I did something insane, because if you're falling to your death, might as well flap your arms and try to fly, right?  it worked, or I'm dead and this is hell."

"some of our officers want to debrief you, do you feel well enough to talk?" Zhora asked.

"Sure, send in the accident team, and maybe someone who can tell me where we ended up...and someone to tell me how many of my crew I'm going to have to write condolence letters for."

Twenty Minutes later...

"...so I used a trick you're not supposed to use, and fooled the drive controller into thinking the gravity sensors were lying, disabled the safeties, and plotted a five-light jump for the nearest inhabited body in the Quarantine, it was a long shot but we were out of options and couldn't do anything for the poor bastards we were chasing.  we also used the Blackbox to send a warning up to Division, in case my try failed, they can send a follow-up, or beacon the system as a navigation hazard."  she ran a hand through auburn-brown hair, "now, will someone please tell me what happened to my crew, where I am, and if I'm a prisoner of war?"

Colonel McEvedy shook his head, "you're not a POW, Commander.  We rescued twenty five of your people alive, and extracted the remains of the rest, which took some doing, since some of them were embedded in structure.  your Executive Officer is being treated for injuries, most of your enlisted are still...sleeping it off? you're the second person to recover enough to talk to."

"oh-kay, where am I?"

"This world is New Circe, we're the SLDF in Exile...and what year is it?" he asks, "you would be amazed at why I'm asking?"

"the date, well, when we were out there, was 3090, 11, October." she told him, "Now, how long have I been out, and why are you asking for the date?"

"because this isn't october of Thirty Ninety." he explained,  "The current date, standard reckoning, is october twenty second, of Thirty Forty Seven.  You're out of your time, and based on your logs, you're well past the far side of the Inner Sphere."

Nicole stared, "Bullshit. god doesn't play dice with the universe and he doesn't grant special favors."

"Yet you were praying on the recording when you calculated that jump attempt, Quiaff?"

"I was...but...if this is really thirty forty seven, we have twenty years to stop it from happening."  her eyes reflected traumatized horror, and frantic hope. "Please tell me this isn't another KF Field hallucination, and we can stop it from happening."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 November 2019, 21:54:11
[pause Teaser]

The first Science Fiction concept that comes up is the impossible one.  "Make it didn't happen", some variation of that always comes up as one of the first things a kid who's done wrong, or has suffered a loss, wishes.

"make it didn't happen".

if you've read "black Jumpsails" or the later versions of the Ngoverse, with the Flu, and Nikki Minh, you know these are people who wish a lot of things could be 'make it didn't happen'.

but the biggie, for the crew and officers of the KCGS Nueva Pueblo III, would be the Arluna Flu.  These are veterans of a war with an invisible, seemingly unstoppable enemy that forced them to commit one atrocity to prevent another, over and over again, from seeing a world die, to having to kill panicked civilians to save millions of others, or in this case, billions to trillions of others.  They've seen Tragedy become Statistics, and then felt the emotional horror of statistics becoming Tragedy.

because face it, if you're enforcing this kind of quarantine, killing one innocent to save ten thousand others? it might not flicker the guys in the Admiralty, and you might get a medal for it, but whether you're pulling a trigger, or pressing a button with the comm channel open, if you have any moral character you're being torn to shreds inside, because those panicked people aren't firing weapons at you, they're just frightened and trying to escape...and you know that.

Only a very small percentage of humanity can truly choose to make a beast of themselves to get rid of the pain of being a man...and those sorts don't get past the initial psychological evaluation for most militaries (with good reason.)

Nicole Minh and her crew may have just been given the chance to 'make it didn't happen'.  what would you do in their situation?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 November 2019, 22:15:52
New Circe, October 30th, 3047...

The Colonial President, Roslin, sat across from the Protector of the Star League.  Between them, was the unredacted report on the mysterious appearance of the KCGS Nueva Pueblo III.

"Gods..." Laura murmured, looking at the files, "The Twelve Colonies never had that many people total...if the Cylons got wind of this..."

"you understand my concern.  if the Cylons found out that this virus exists...or obtained a sample??"

Roslin nodded in quiet horror at the thought.  "The ship itself is a vector for that kind of information." she said.

"As are the survivors.  I'm stuck with a very difficult decision-if we help them stop this, it risks our security from multiple directions, if we don't..."

"billions of people on dozens of worlds are going to die, and good people will have their sanity destroyed trying to contain it." Laura said with a nod, "And you'll be guilty because you knew it was coming, and chose to do nothing..and now, so will I, if we do nothing."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 November 2019, 22:49:17
Medical center, Quarantine ward...

"You've had genetic modifications, why aren't you contagious?"  Nicole's therapist asked.

"I had it before I was exposed, and the mods didn't touch my auto immune system or provide enhancements like the Clans did to their people.  Coast Guard medical did some testing and barely contained the outbreak shortly before I finished OCS." her legs pumped the exerciser while she spoke, "since mine didn't get rid of normal 'junk' DNA, the virus acted like I'm a regular person.  I'm baseline."

"baseline? but you've..."

"I only changed one feature." Nicole said, "all my DNA is normal for a human female from my family line.  at the time, I thought that would be both enough to run away, and everything I wanted to be normal."

she grabbed the lift bars.  her physical therapist moved to the spotter position, and adjusted the biometric recorders.  "So what was the modification?"

"I was born Nicholas Martin.  My crew know that much because of the Metis mission." she lifted, "increase the weight, I'm not feeling this."

"a....gender change??"

"I was sixteen, and on the run for a crime I thought I committed." Nicole said,  "it seemed like a good idea to a confused teenager who thought he killed someone, and was too much of a coward to own up to it."

She pushed, feeling the burning of lactic acid in her muscles, "I know better now, but me-now has had experiences me-then couldn't comprehend in his worst nightmares, i can't make that didn't happen."

she finished the series and turned to her spotter, "I can't change back, which wasn't the case before I was exposed to the virus, nobody in the Metis or anywhere else can fix me back to what I used to be, so I cope with it and try not to sin, which is hard, because me-then and me-now likes both, but either way it's...well, a challenge staying celibate, even with a face like mine."

"I noticed the cross."  her therapist noted, "You don't just wear it as jewelry."

"Most of the crew are religious, My chief engineer is Jewish, second reformation Kahanist from Ia Drang, only Linda...Lt. Commander Sithers isn't really what we'd term a religious person, I think she's mad at god sometimes, her family are Ell-Dee-ess on one side.  she keeps threatening to find a man to make a triple with me...only what I did to myself, doesn't really work for a multiple marriage.  It's funny, we shipped from the repair yard without a Chaplain, just my dad's bible and a few personal effects among the crewmen."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 26 November 2019, 23:35:17
Always good to see Hunted Tribes stuff. I’ve always loved this setting (really helped deal with the wtf feelings that came from the later seasons of nBSG).
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 November 2019, 23:50:59
Seether, down one floor being evaluated...

"what, you can't?" Lt. Commander Linda "Seether" Sithers asked, "What is it, some kind of mental block?"

The officer across from her frowned, "we don't need to...for that matter, you shouldn't need to either."

Seether rolled her eyes, "My solutions tend to be more accurate.  Not up to my C.O.'s chops, but I can pilot a jumpship using a chart, a stopwatch and nail a jump into a transitory window not much bigger than the hull, it's a skill and an art, and between the two of us, we've plotted as many of those jumps as you've probably been on, no fancy hardware crutch needed."

"About that...your medical records indicate you both suffer from Transit Disorder Syndrome. correct me if I'm wrong, but..."

"but everyone says TDS cases shouldn't even be on a jumpship. Yeah...everybody's wrong." Seether snapped, "******, we had this argument with LAAF when they found out too.  TDS is an indicator of someone you should absolutely be training to helm a jumpship! Best navigators in the Guard get Jump Visions, like a special relationship with hyperspace, diggit? a NavCom would've done to us what happened to the Celeste, she plotted it manually and she did it in her head, and here we are." she spread her arms, accidentally emphasizing the absent left hand.  "Admittedly it was a misjump, but you can't do that misjump with a fancy calculator, and she brought us in mostly...alive." Seether frowned, and looked at her stump. 

"I'm going to need another drink." Seether said, "you got anything strong in this place?"

"Your records indicate you have an ethanol problem..."

"It's under control, come on, your guys had to cut my hand off to get me off the bridge, least you can do, is gimme a little alcohol until I can't feel the hand that isn't there."

"You're older than the rest of your crew, you've had a command of your own, you had to take a hit to rank and grade to rejoin your captain...I don't understand that."

"Loyalty..."

"are you sure your judgement isn't compromised?"

"****** you, it is absolutely compromised where Nikki is concerned.  she talked me down in the shower when I was going to blow my own brains out, she pushed me to live, she keeps me sober...at least, sober when we're on the job, note we're not on the job here, and I need a drink, or some more drugs. Something to blank everything before I pass out so I don't have to remember...things."

the military psychiatrist made notes.

"Tell me about the California Nebula?"

"Nice people, but they basically had us in internment and mental health counseling while I was there, they even tried to block us being repatriated because everyone on that part of the mission were, to put it in their words, 'too traumatized to be left untreated', the docs there didn't like my methods of self-medication either.  Nikki and her Father worked with Stone negotiating our release from the military mental hospital they had us in.  something about spending years immersed in horror and war, diggit? of course it's going to ****** you up, but that doesn't mean you need to be a ****** up.  My service records before the outbreak, and in the war, speak for themselves."

"You are..open about your feelings for Commander Minh?" he asked.

"yeah, so?" Seether responded, "She knows how I feel, I'm fairly sure I know how she feels, we can't act on it for reasons, so she lets me blow off pressure with port-boys and doesn't give me a ration of shit when I come back to the dock blotto and bawling, I know her reasons, I don't like them, but I know them, and I respect her enough not to push it, she respects and values me enough to tolerate it, it's not perfect but what is?"



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 November 2019, 00:48:58
Interview, Lance Corporal Simon, Bertrand Festus.

he sat quietly while the pair of officers arranged their notes. 

"You're relatively new to your military."

"Not a military, sir.  We're the Coast Guard, only military in wartime, sir."  the young man's face was a crisscrossed with the same permanently burst blood vessels as everyone else from the ship.

"So, it's peacetime?"

"Sir, Yes sir." he said, "peacetime we do...a lot of jobs, sir.  My last assignment was on Mandoarau,  helping them get back on their feet after the outbreak there, teaching a bunch of civilians and kids how to do basic police work, sir."

"Which is..?"

"Identifying signs of abuse, identifying potential suspects, evidence collection and evaluation, how to properly secure a crime scene, first aid and emergency procedures, accident investigation...it's a lot of different things, sir."

"Tell me about your commanding officers, are they competent?"

"Skipper's good, the XO would be in her bed every night if she'd get over her religious issues, they act like they're married anyway, and so what if some whacko Earther heretic thinks it's a sin?  That's what Christ died for, isn't it?"

"are you religious?"

the young man nods, "can't be anything else, not with what I've seen.  I once helped a girl trapped in a collapsing building give birth-right in the middle of a battle-zone. gotta believe for them, gotta pray every day, it's a big universe and god has to hear it all, all the time.  Thing is, god answers prayers or we wouldn't be here in this now, now would we?"

"so you believe your arrival here is a miracle?"

"it's maybe a miracle and maybe not, but it's a chance and it's a try to fill a lot of prayers." he answered, "I watched my world die, sir, I was born on Arluna, I lived through the outbreak, saw people turn...into animals, dig it? Madrid, a city with six hundred years of History, one of the few that kept most o' the Star League tech going...millions of people, my whole barrio dead, so many that even with construction equipment, we couldn't bury them all...I have to think God heard them and decided to give us another chance...sir.  What I know is, he hasn't made it 'easy' since Biblical times, for a good reason.  I don't know the reason, but I accept that it must be a good one. Sir."

"according to this, you were...what, seven?"

"Six and a half when my family died, sir.  I found a group of survivors after a year by myself in the city, we found our way north, I ended up growing up in a group home run by a Missionary from the LDS community on Kowloon, but I was born catholic.  sir.  They got one of the New Avalon guys to video-conference mass on Sundays for us, didn't even try to convert us 'cause that's a rule for the Chaplain's corps, I didn't get to do a proper Confession until my confirmation, which I did at the recruiting station when I was seventeen."


Interview: Petty Officer 3rd Class, Trinh, Mai Suu...

"yeah, I survived infection.  we were doing health and safety inspection of a cargo-runner between Kwangjong-Ni and Kowloon, one of the droppers was a passenger boat and I got a rip in my suit. They swabbed me and took me to Arluna, where I spent the next month in medical monitoring before spending three weeks in an ice bath to keep the fever from rupturing my brain." she shivers, "it was cold. did you know the planet still stinks of rotting meat? almost twenty-three years later?  It permeates everything there."

"Your job on your ship, Corpsman?"

"Yes sir. um...field surgery, medical screenings, health and welfare for the crew and our Marines, I'm not qualified yet on psychotherapy but I've reattached a man's leg before under field conditions-that was in '85, during the final days of the war, we were assigned to support elements of the one-seven-one on the Mars landings... that was a shit show."

"A...'shit show'?"

"The Blakies, right? no restraint about using civilians as human shields.  There was this kid, couldn't be more than eight or nine crossed my aid station, laser burns, meant energy weapons, and most of our guys use ballistics.  I..." she falls silent.  "couldn't save him." a tear forms.  "I remember the mess that laser did, you seen what infrared lasers do, right? how they cause a sort of steam explosion on unprotected flesh? not like in the holovids where it makes a nice, clean cut..." she sniffs, "Thing is, seeing those, you only really remember the first one after a while. We took Syria Planum with a Cappie unit, ****** I don't even remember those guys too well...but I remember that kid...see him in my nightmares." she appears to shake it off, "I'm a better surgeon now, because I see what...what making a mistake can do.  his mother risked her life to get him to us, she was devastated when I couldn't save her boy."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 November 2019, 01:06:27
Interview: Radioman 1st Class Riverson 794, Jason Patrick, (Rockjack)...

"yeah? it's really cool what it does." he's younger, the Flu-scars are relatively old. 

"you're twenty-three, yet you were exposed?"

"oh, that...well, Ma'am, it's kind of what happens when contraband gets into a Burrow." he scratches absently at gray-streaked black hair.  "can we talk about something besides how I got sick, or how I got better? You asked what the Blackbox Commo was. I'm happy to explain that...at least the theoretical basis, or we can talk about that amazing dark matter cluster we got caught up in and the superstring, hey?"

"You're not comfortable discussing the Flu?"

"Who is? really, I mean?" Riverson fidgets.  "I grew up in a world with it, you know? common knowledge, heck, the Dad I never met was with the first relief team, pilot of the dropship, one of the first Kowloonese to die there on Arluna.  I've heard scuttlebutt, is it true? did someone build self-aware androids? and they  were self-aware enough to rebel? because if that story's true, that's ****** amazing.  not the rebelling part, but the self-aware part. there's all sorts of spec-fic on the Caspar series, whether they were really self-aware, but to get that kind of processing into something human sized is just...wow."

this time, the Interviewing officer fidgets uncomfortably, "How does the 'blackbox' tech work?" she asks.

"Oh, that's artificially stimulated quantum entanglement, it bypasses the rules of regular matter and einsteinian energy, it's really awesome how it does it...and a hell of a lot cheaper than trying to place a short-range call over HPG, but the bandwidth is kinda small. You can't do full motion video or hologram transmissions and you have to compress the data..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 27 November 2019, 01:30:06
I can hear the heart attacks from Intelligence Officers from here.  Or by 3090 have Black Boxes become more or less common knowledge?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 27 November 2019, 01:49:06
... I wonder what kind of drugs the Wolvies are using to achieve such ... enthusiastic cooperation from a bunch who are traditionally less than open with outsiders.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 November 2019, 02:48:33
... I wonder what kind of drugs the Wolvies are using to achieve such ... enthusiastic cooperation from a bunch who are traditionally less than open with outsiders.

very, very good ones, coupled with suggestions that the SLDF-in-Exile might be willing to help stop the apocalypse they all lived through.  (that kind of hope is more powerful than ANY drug.)

slip yourself into the Coasties' perspective for a moment, and imagine the interrogator starts off with the right...omissions? the right hinting?  The right leveraging of desperation, hope, and isolation?  If you've read the previous Ngoverse (I should include links) the horrors these people lived through, and the promise of 'making it go away' or 'making it not happen'?  what would you do, if you found the clock rolled back, but you needed help to undo a horrifying catastrophe that scarred your entire life and cost you everyone you knew, what would you do to prevent something mind-bendingly horrible, if you had the chance, and damn the consequences because you've already seen worse?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 27 November 2019, 03:01:08
very, very good ones, coupled with suggestions that the SLDF-in-Exile might be willing to help stop the apocalypse they all lived through.  (that kind of hope is more powerful than ANY drug.)

slip yourself into the Coasties' perspective for a moment, and imagine the interrogator starts off with the right...omissions? the right hinting?  The right leveraging of desperation, hope, and isolation?  If you've read the previous Ngoverse (I should include links) the horrors these people lived through, and the promise of 'making it go away' or 'making it not happen'?  what would you do, if you found the clock rolled back, but you needed help to undo a horrifying catastrophe that scarred your entire life and cost you everyone you knew, what would you do to prevent something mind-bendingly horrible, if you had the chance, and damn the consequences because you've already seen worse?
Perhaps, but it would be interesting to see the characters making that decision: that complete openness with this bizarre and heretofore unknown Clan faction is preferable over, well, asking to go home, and putting their trust in their own nation/worlds.

‘We’ know the Wolvies are basically decent. These guys? Not so much. I understand the idea of ‘we can head off the plague, and the Jihad’ ... but I’d expect a lot more of ‘thanks for your help, but we should really be heading back to the FedCom to a) warn them about the incoming Clan juggernaut, b) that the Blakists are a big threat and c) watch out for plague’ rather than ‘let’s spill the beans about Black Box technology to these people who’s cousins are about to kill millions of Commonwealth citizens in a few years.’

I’m not saying that they wouldn’t make that decision ... but it would be nice to see them making it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 November 2019, 03:13:36
Analysis area, Joint SLDF/Colonial command HQ, New Circe.

"Why are they being so cooperative, do you suppose?"  one of the Wolverine personnel wondered aloud, "The Kowloonese are...well, you met Phan, they love their secrecy."

William Adama sighed.  "I know why." he folded his hands behind his back, "here is their thinking-any secrets they give us? the consequences don't matter if it means a hope..."  he met the officer's eyes, "just a hope, that we can help them prevent the catastrophe they've already witnessed with their own eyes.  It's why we cooperated with everything your government asked us in exchange for a safe haven.  They're desperate and we're their only hope.  Hope is more powerful than any drug."

On the screen, an NCO was describing what it was like, having to cordon off a city called 'New Saigon', his voice is level and emotionless describing the unpleasant consequences of a bullet meeting a child.  The corner of the screen a popup shows a number of suicide attempts, and a history of drunkenness and self abuse.

"These people lived through horrors, Captain.  Horrors I don't think you can really grasp, because you only know about them second-hand.  For him..." Adama gestured at the soldier being interviewed,  "...he finally has some hope for redemption after committing acts to save others, that were themselves atrocities."

"you want to help them?"

Adama turned to the voice that spoke, and silently nodded, and then, he said, "We need to. If the Cylons get it first, or even second..."

the others in the room, the ones watching the screens and making notations, went silent at the thought.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 27 November 2019, 03:16:45
Nice.  :)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 November 2019, 03:19:55
Perhaps, but it would be interesting to see the characters making that decision: that complete openness with this bizarre and heretofore unknown Clan faction is preferable over, well, asking to go home, and putting their trust in their own nation/worlds.

‘We’ know the Wolvies are basically decent. These guys? Not so much. I understand the idea of ‘we can head off the plague, and the Jihad’ ... but I’d expect a lot more of ‘thanks for your help, but we should really be heading back to the FedCom to a) warn them about the incoming Clan juggernaut, b) that the Blakists are a big threat and c) watch out for plague’ rather than ‘let’s spill the beans about Black Box technology to these people who’s cousins are about to kill millions of Commonwealth citizens in a few years.’

I’m not saying that they wouldn’t make that decision ... but it would be nice to see them making it.

an excellent point, and one I ought to have considered, but I have to warn you, I tend to churn this stuff out in the raw, no prior editing or careful planning (I only do the 'smart' way when I'm working directly with a collaborator.  This is just a 'tease' for a possible collab with Cawest) so I often end up with mistakes I ought not to make, this makes having an editor when doing what you hope will be professional work, so darned important-to catch those errors before they hit the eyes of readers.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 27 November 2019, 03:35:47
an excellent point, and one I ought to have considered, but I have to warn you, I tend to churn this stuff out in the raw, no prior editing or careful planning (I only do the 'smart' way when I'm working directly with a collaborator.  This is just a 'tease' for a possible collab with Cawest) so I often end up with mistakes I ought not to make, this makes having an editor when doing what you hope will be professional work, so darned important-to catch those errors before they hit the eyes of readers.
No problem. I’ve generally enjoyed your work, and I’m quite familiar with your writing style. I wasn’t intending to complain or nitpick, just to offer an outside perspective and perhaps to suggest a point or two. I’m quite enjoying this.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 27 November 2019, 04:24:09
The Lords of Kobol work in mysterious ways, their wonders to perform.

It seems someone nudged a ship from somewhere and somewhen else.

A somewhere and somewhen else where the Zughoffer Weir was part of the "Word of Blake Jihad" rather than the "Wolverine Crusade" (the latter being a timeline where "Toaster Lover" is a more literal term of abuse than "Toaster Worshipper" ever was).

Circe might be a tad annoyed at an associate deciding to play in her sandbox uninvited I suspect.  ;)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 27 November 2019, 10:29:28
Hmm, given their, distrust, of computer systems?  I wonder if Admiral Adama wants to pick the navigator's brains for training tips for his own jump navigator crews?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 27 November 2019, 11:54:58
I'm enjoying your idea of TDS as a deeper connection to hyperspace. It's almost like how in Marc Miller's Agent of the Imperium, he has a character who is learning to Astrogate has to look through a portal during the jump, as part of understanding it. It's said to drive some mad, others find it beautiful, and some get nothing out of it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 27 November 2019, 14:57:37
I'm enjoying your idea of TDS as a deeper connection to hyperspace. It's almost like how in Marc Miller's Agent of the Imperium, he has a character who is learning to Astrogate has to look through a portal during the jump, as part of understanding it. It's said to drive some mad, others find it beautiful, and some get nothing out of it.
Probably going to catch hell for this, but it reminds me of the Pilgrims from the Wing Commander movie (no, I never played the games: didn't have a powerful enough PC at the time): by embracing space, they were gifted with a flawless sense of direction and the ability to calculate FTL jumps, in their heads, faster than the most advanced computer.

And I will now, for absolutely no reason, run away for the forum.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 27 November 2019, 15:47:32
Personally I’m reminded of the Navigator Guild/Dynasties from the Dune and Warhammer 40k settings: individuals with a genetic/psychic talent that allows them to facilitate effective FTL travel.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 27 November 2019, 22:51:08
definitively Dune navigators. At least Nicole and the others don't have the worm physique.  xp xp xp xp xp
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 27 November 2019, 23:40:56
Or given they find computers to compute jumps superfluous? 

It is by Caffeine alone I set my mind in motion
It is by the Beans of Java that thoughts acquire speed
The hand acquire shakes
The shakes become a warning
It is by Caffeine alone I set my mind in motion.


 ;D ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: wolfcannon on 27 November 2019, 23:43:05
O shameless dune plug
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 28 November 2019, 01:52:04
Or the simpler version:

It is by will alone that I sent my thoughts in motion.
It is by coffee that my thoughts acquire speed.
The thoughts acquire speed,
The mug acquires stains,
The stains become a warning:
It is through coffee that I set my thoughts in motion.

The beans must flow!

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 December 2019, 20:03:23
Quarantined Holding Area, New Circe,[date], 3047...

"...Star League Defense Force in Exile, but they're obviously Clanners, I'm not sure I'm buying the 'we're the Wolverines' line."  Seether listened as PO2 Carmins complained.

"They don't have a reason to lie about it." she said after a moment.  this drew looks from the others at the breakfast table.  "I mean, the Wolverines in our time went unfound, though some rumors had them under Blakist thrall.  These guys aren't worshipping toasters."

"Some of the gear's different too."  Riverson 794 mentioned, "Different emphasis on the tech-tree, some of those Nighthawk suits are new production, while one of the guards I spotted on my way to interrogation was wearing what looks like a different take on Elemental armor."

"Not on the rec books?"  Seether prodded.

"not on the recognition guide, not Blakist style either, definitely gotta be Clantech based, just on materials requirements and the shape of the guy who's gotta be wearing it to be that big...and I think they know what a Blackbox is."

"How do you figure?"

"Interrogator steered me off it as soon as I tried to explain base technicals you'd need to build another one, means they already knew that part and wanted to know how much I know about the theory.  also didn't sound Clanner to me-she sounded like maybe Greek, talked to someone on a mic in what sounded a lot like Free Worlds Navy code, espiclally the units flying out of Atreus."

"Clanners are all english, so we're in the League maybe?" Corpsman Phan asked.

"I don't think so, I tried to get someone to talk politics and he shut me down." the RTO stated.  "Their relief guys don't shut up about politics when we're in New Capetown bars."

this got laughs around the table.  "Where's teh CO, Seether?"

"She's meeting with someone with rank, supposedly."  Sithers said, "How are your departments holding up?"

Meeting room, Joint Forces Command New Circe...

Nicole took the time to get her full-dress uniform back, and then to put it on.  The wool scratched against bare skin, she'd never worn it without a skinsuit underneath, but the skinsuits weren't available to patients and they hadn't provided it.

she glanced uneasily at the windows on this floor.  beyond them, the featureless blue and chaotic clouds of unending planetary sky hovered threateningly, and she whistfully wished Seether was here to distract her from the reminder that she was stuck on a planet.  At least it wasn't local winter here.

Giao would be crawling the walls. she mused, remembering her old Patrol leader's deep and abiding fear of planetary surfaces-a diagnosed Phobia full-blown, that several of her own crew, including a few survivors, also would have to deal with once they left the relative security of the underground facility.

the silver 'oak leaves' of her rank were buffed, the flap-tab of Hauptmann's rank dangled from her front button-it wasn't entirely accurate, of course, she was in a 'promotable' status that technically allowed Kommandant's tabs on the leatherette, but she was used to, and comfortable with, the Hauptmann's equivalency badge and the nearest Post Exchange was somewhere on the far side of 300 Light Year's travel.

still, before this meeting, she had taken her time, shining the dress shoes, pressing in the seams and carefully placing her service ribbons, medals and other insignia as if she were going to meet the Archon himself.

thankfully, they hadn't crushed the cap.  Not that she'd be able to wear it here, unless they wanted to meet outdoors.

She returned the salutes from the two armored men guarding the door to the meeting room, and, steeling her nerves, stepped through the portal.

"Captain Minh, We were just speaking about you."

"Commander, sir.  I'm in the promotable range, but Commander is the correct rank, Sir." she answered.  there were two distinct uniform styles here, one was almost familiar in one way, while the other was almost familiar in an entirely different way.  "Captain is the position I held aboard KCGS Nueva Pueblo III and as my ship is sunk, I do not have that position beyond the disposition of my crewmen."

She noted with some surprise there were also civilians present.  The woman looked...like she was the boss.  Governor or President, the civilian man reminded her of an ambitious challenger.  They stood with the smaller officers.

"I confess I don't recognize some members of this board of inquiry, sir." she directed at the Clan officer who seemed to be in charge, "Now I'm wondering how much damage we must have done in our misjump, and if there was an incident while I was unconscious."

There was a pause, and it was clear to Nicole that a translator was speaking to the half of the room she'd already mentally classified as 'not Clanners'.

They don't speak English, or they don't speak it well, but they're important enough to have someone translate.

"What makes you so certain this is a board of Inquiry into the accident?"

"Jurisdiction, you've been interviewing my crew for nearly a month, myself for almost that long, the next step per most nation's guidelines is to conduct the formal hearing and assign responsibility for the accident." Nicole said, "admittedly, I would have expected to be remanded to Lyran or AFFC authorities for this, but the table's a half-circle, and this seat?" she tapped the chair, "Is in the SLDF military manual as the requisite positioning for either a Naval board of inquiry hearing, or the courts-Martial that follows from a finding of gross negligence."  she paused while the translators worked, "Given our arrival was due to a misjump, and said misjump was done under extreme conditions, with extreme results, it's fitting that a board would be convened...I'm a little unclear about the civilian officials present but  am I incorrect in recognizing at least two national authorities are present?"

"The senior officer to my left, is Admiral William Adama, He is the senior commanding officer of the Colonial City State military-that's the closest we can come to translating the actual name of the agency.  Behind him is Elected President of the 12 Colonies of Kobol, and the city state, Laura Roslin, and her senior Colonial Council elect-the equivalent of a second in command, Tom Zarek."

"Huh, representative democracy, I take it he's the minority party leader?" Nicole speculated out loud, "Like in a parliamentary system, senior loyal opposition party leader has to be prepped to assume the post if the government changes polarity?"

Roslin looked interested as the translators spoke, while Zarek looked...surprised.

[something unintelligible]

"Mister Zarek wants to know how you were able to identify him as an opposition candidate?"

"Obvious." Nicole said,  "I've had to testify to the Oversight Committee a few times, Senior political officials don't like being left out."

[unintelligible from Roslin]

"So you have done this before?"

"The Coast Guard isn't funded with donations or lotteries, ma'am.  Fifteen worlds in the zone contribute resources, plus we have supplementary funding from the Estates General, plus additonal funding aid from the Republic of the Sphere and bordering Inner Sphere states, I've done my turn of glad-handing for the sake of keeping the Quarantine funded, explaining to foreigners and people outside the Q-zone what the Flu is, how damned dangerous it is, and why the blockades have to continue.  It's funny, once you stop being front page news, people forget the existential threat sitting on their doorstep."

"Your vessel was...relatively primitive, Commander." the SLDF officer notes, "Yet you say you're supplied by multiple nations?"

"We can't break treaties." Nicole explained, "The Republic treaty of '83 forced reductions in Naval spending across the human sphere, specifically it shuttered warship yards and warship production, set hard limits on vessels above one hundred thousand Hydrogen tons displacement, and we have more territory to cover than that-we don't have the luxury of relying on a Dropship force with lots of bases due to space being three dimensional.  The Sampan III's are about as big as we're allowed, and they're about as big as can be produced to cover our mission, so yeah, it's relatively primitive tech, but it's tech we can afford and tech we can crew, sir."

"How many are in service?" 

"I can't give you accurate numbers, my division alone has four Squadrons with three patrols each, but we're on the coreward/antispinward front mostly, dealing with containment and bandit hunting, there were two other Divisions assigned, but neither one is at full operational strength due to refit and repair needs, and we left the slips at Boojum three weeks earlier than planned for this latest cruise, hence, no Chaplain assigned and a slightly reduced crew-which was probably for the best, all things being equal.  we would've rendezvoused with a Tender to top off our crew requirement if we hadn't been needed to chase down and intercept the MS Celeste Marie and her six dropships full of panicked civilians trying to flee a new outbreak-they sent the entire division out to find their course."

"An entire division?"

"Space is big." Nicole noted, which when it hit the Admiral, brought a chuckle.  "Three dimensions-we were 22 Lights positive Z-axis from Melissia when we caught up to them on the old smuggler's route from the former Rim Worlds, a route that in the old days Pirates would use to bring goods and slaves to sell in the CapCon."

"Your log is unclear, how did you identify this route?"

"I identified the captain helming the Celeste Marie, one of Hopper Morrison's old contractors." she noted, "I figured he'd use routes he was familiar with, that are off the normal jump charts, I did NOT expect to run us into a storm of dark matter clustered around what my RTO thinks is a superstring."

"based on your sensor logs, neither did they."

"No sir, we didn't have enough delta-vee to get to a gravitically neutral point, we didn't have rescue boats deployed, and we don't have docking collars for the dropships. I had my RTO send the coordinates and a hazard warning...you know all this already...this a non-smoking room?"

"You smoke on a ship?"

"dirty habit picked up on shore missions." She confessed, "I"ll understand if the answer is no."

"Go ahead."

she shook out a pack, and snapped the end of a nic-stic.  the tip glowed blue, but no smoke rose, "wasn't sure about the protocol." she admitted, "This is the weirdest accident hearing I've ever seen."

"You've been in a couple."

"Yes sir.  First time, first ship, cut in half by Blakist missiles during their attack on Kowloon, second time was the hearing after my XO got our second ship impounded by the New United States, right after the war-they dismantled Nueva Pueblo Two and refused to reassemble it, said they wouldn't let anyone fly on a deathtrap like that.  those were both Block 2 models, about fifty one thousand tons.  Their signature as witness to the Coast Guard came with a demand that we get better ships-ships they designed, even if they're built at Boojum, because the block 2's were...not the greatest? The Block 3's come with better crew quarters and slightly heavier internal structure, and less explosive ammunition storage right next to life support and critical systems."

[unintelligible from the Admiral]
"The 'Blackboxes' on your ship...and on the smallcraft it carries, what is the purpose?"

"FTL commo." she answered, "since the Blakist War, it's not exactly secret, although the plans aren't generally for sale to the open market, we use them for FTL communication because we can't use the core for an HPG when a shuttle doesn't have one.  On a system patrol mission, smallcraft are deployed with onboard commo units, the hub is located on the cutter, each cutter is tied into a comm hub to the patrol's assigned Tender vessel, which makes a relay link to Squadron, Squadron links to Division, and division passes reports to central command.  it lets us coordinate everything from search and rescue to quarantine enforcement  to military action.  we have codebooks for most signatory nations."

[Adama mumbles something, Roslin replies, Adama nods.]

"Have you ever seen this?" an image in hologram appears in front of Nicole.  The spiky image of a cylon basestar appears.

"That...is either an alien seed-pod, cover art from a Doomrock progressive album." she says.

"How about this?"

the image of an old-model, 1st Cylon war basestar appears.

"a very impractical space station, or a really weird piece of a satellite, or the cover-art of a spec-fic holoseries from last century?" she ventured, "it doesn't look like it should be able to move under its own power."

"how about these?"  Images of all three major versions of the Cylon raider, the autonomous uncrewed, three seat, and heavy.

"Well...the middle one looks like something those imbeciles at Lockheed CBM would try to sell as a chippewa replacement, the guns are too small and that airframe is visibly unstable.  the first one looks like some kinda fantasy space animal, maybe nautical? and the third one...******, how's it supposed to fly?  That looks like some artist strapped engine nozzles to a burnt out APC hull for a holovid...what am I looking at here?"

"bear with us."

more images appeared.

"huh...okay, I give up, how is that supposed to walk without tipping over?  Second guy is clearly wearing a light power armor with glazed plating, maybe something someone at GDI would sell on Solaris?  vision's too narrow, and I can't imagine the guy inside is going to be able to move very well."

Finally a series of faces.

"Okay, Supermodel, supermodel from the capcon maybe? the old guy's kinda cute...I could imagine Seether bedding crew-cut there near the front, first guy looks like the platonic image of the creepy priest you don't leave kids around, and...I don't know? platonic average Lyran housewife?"  she peered over the images, "are these supposed to be people I'd know?"

[greek speaking very fast, civilians and Adama, emphatic gesturing.]

"Those are Cylons." finally.

"What's a 'cylon'?" Nicole asked.

"That's a long and involved explanation.  short form is, robots-Killer robots. intent on the extermination of the human race."

Nicole frowned, "you're ****** with me."









Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 December 2019, 20:38:31
******* with her indeed...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 December 2019, 21:23:49
unseen by Nicole, monitoring the hearing.

"That tears it, the evaluation's right, that officer is suicidal."  Dr. Cynthia Grayson said.

"I don't understand.  What tears it?" Binkley asked.

Phan spoke up, "Belters, spacers and Rockjacks-we don't smoke." she said, "It's not specifically forbidden but it's considered...unbalanced.  smoking on a ship or in a burrow is risking runaway fires.  Nic-addicts usually go for lozenge or chew, or at worst snuff, though the powders could damage a filter.  she's smoking a cigarette, which means she's either a Dirtyfoot new to space, which she isn't, or she's so screwed up her habits are suppressed and she wants to die.  When a Rockjack ánh sáng khói, they no longer care if they die...or they subconsciously want to die."

"Given what's in those interviews, can you blame her?" the Wolverine tech-officer asked, "I mean, even Nike thinks that entire crew is a stack of psych cases who need long-term hospital treatment."

"The idea that Cousin Elizabeth, the little drug-addict, is going to be Duchess seemed pretty far-fetched, the idea that she'd turn things around back home? outright nuts." Phan noted, "That's a Coast Guard uniform though, if they're fakes it's a hell of a job faking it, the codes looked right too. if someone's done that much homework on my homeworld? that's past the edge of creepy into the realm of insane paranoia."

"and the ship? I mean, besides the horror scenes..."

"We'd build something like that, if we had to." Phan confirmed, "it sure as hell looks like it's descended from the same design concepts as the old Sampans they had during independence, control scheme's right, log formats, it all fits.  I just have problems believing they're from the future."

"huh, why?"

"Because They never heard of you." she said, "Which suggests either you don't exist in the future, or something else is up."

"Space is big."

"Yeah, 'space is big', here..." she brought up another image, from the interviews.  "See that? the thing Sithers is wearing during her interview?"

"Yeah?"

"She's inducted into Free Stars, I'd say Minh probably is too, along with most of the other senior officers.  it's a philosophy that extolls the virtue of expanding outward..." she reached into her shirt, producing a similar locket with a similar abstact design.  "you can't tell me they've been sitting quietly and have me believe it-sooner or later The Folk, or one of the other branches would have been out here, heck, you found my ship decades before some of that crew were supposed to have been born.  I don't buy into that, something is up, or something bad went down...will go down..." she shuddered.  "anyway.  you asked me to watch in on this, after having me translate hours of recorded scuttlebutt from the med-center.  if she's lying, it's a lie she believes, same for the rest."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Liam's Ghost on 01 December 2019, 21:45:24
Pray for multiverse theory to be true...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 December 2019, 22:59:15
Radioman Riverson 794, the following day...in a controlled lab environment.

"This is cool."  the array of broken cylon parts were scattered across several workbenches.  "I mean, sorry, but it is-I knew when you didn't want me to go further into Theory that you guys already had the tech, but this miniaturization is fantastic-you could put something like this on a suit."

"Can it be tracked?"  the Wolverine officer asked.

"In theory, anything can be tracked if you can understand the collapsing wave function." he answered, "I mean, we were putting these in rebuilt Aquarius shuttles the last few years, and we thought we really had something outstanding, but this?"  He holds up a component with a dangling bit of processor, "this can fit in a helmet. but it's gonna need a big server farm to track the individual sources."

"Server farm?"

"to match the quantum vibrations." he answered, "it's why we have to run servers at each tier-only so many matching pairs you can have on one chassis.  you can spoof a spectrum, which is how some of the newer Burrow communities in the Sol Oort started doing it...but you'll need a server if you're linking this many drones."

"This..many drones?"

"head-head-head-leg-head..." he pointed at the array of cylon components spread on the workbench, "too similar to be anything but mass-produced, damages don't line up, so around a dozen or so here?  and if there's twelve I can see, probably a few hundred I can't."  He looked up, "lemme guess, you guys ran into a parity problem and your high-tech robot soldiers started getting conflicting signals?"

"They aren't ours."

"so...you weren't bullshitting the skipper, these are homicidal von neumann machines.  weird." he noted.

"Weird??"

"Yeah, weird.  Space is big, right? why would a machine want anything a human being would want, if it wasn't designed to want it?" he held up a Cylon's head, lifting with both hands, "This guy isn't designed to need anything a human being needs, if it's a robot in rebellion, why would it care, instead of, y'know, just leaving.  The alloys here, they're gonna be easier to find closer in to the Galactic core, along with lots of easily absorbed free energy. Only reason they'd want to follow human beings around, is because they're forced to for some reason."

"Why indeed? You've read about the Caspar programme, right? and the problems-"

"bad code, but I could see a Caspar sticking around human space a lot more likely than these guys." the Radioman stated, "Caspars can't self-repair or reproduce, these're von neumann machines, means they do both.  Don't need us for anything."

a skinny man with curly hair asked something in Greek.

"Doctor Baltar wants to know-"

"what the hell I'm talking about, yeah. I don't need a translator to tell me the guy thinks I'm fulla shit." Riverson said, "See, it's a function of subatomic structures, you familiar with quarks and muons, right?"  He walked over to a white-board and started drawing diagrams and equations out.  "this is probably super-basic to you guys...or to whoever designed those things.  Spacetime is curved closer to a gravity well, and our galaxy is a giant gravity well when you look at it closely, but it's not a uniform thing-it's like...variable."

"Those are Kearney's equations."

"Right.  the KF drive is based on Kearney's second postulate as modified by Fuchida's theorem.  Blackboxes work off Kearney's discarded postulates here-" he pointed at a block of math and symbols, "-which got shoved aside except for us math-heads back around the 24th century, it wasn't useful for jump navigation and it didn't line up with Fuchida's second postulate.  the whole Physics world treated it kinda like Einstein's try at a universal constant, a piece of math that was elegant, but essentially useless except for calculating signal noise on a sideband for KF communications, until the 26th century guys at the Communications Ministry figured out it did absolutely nothing to KF field interactions, so it wasn't the sideband noise they were trying to filter."

[Baltar asks something unintelligible]

"He wants to know who discovered the use-in our culture?"

"Some guys stationed at Columbus base, sometime before the Amaris coup, at least, that's the best guess of the eggheads at NAIS."  Riverson 794 said absently, "they found one and figured out how it worked, but it started off as text-only.  We're up to being able to do voice-to-text and some imagery, but the pipe's tight. you've got to use some heavy encrypted compression to get anything useful through it beyond simple written orders, by '89 the NAIS guys were talking about full motion video, but nobody's seen that in action."

"and you learned it because..."

"Because Ngo Industries became a major supplier of tooling to produce these things for the Lyran armed forces in the mid sixties." Riverson stated, "to make the tools to make the gear, they had to sign noncompete clauses with Nashan, who in turn got the data from former AFFC guys along with one working box courtesy of one of the units that turned coat for Katherine.  When the outbreak happened we said shuck it, and started making them locally-it's not like Nutjob Nondi would try to enforce a patent on stolen tech, right?  during the war, we had secure commo which even Comstar didn't, let us do a lot of water-carrying for the Allies, but Duchess Amanda's had to pay back-royalties to the FedSuns for the tech, and we're under a nondisclosure that hasn't been written yet, so shuck it again, you've got better units than we could even dream of building...or at least..." he dropped the cylon head on the bench, "They do...but what the smeg, man?  Why do they have a hardon for humanity?"

Baltar cleared his throat, and said, "Bad coding?" in english.

"makes some sense. but if they're self-replicating and self-programming, they don't have to follow it, and there's a host of practical reasons not to.  It's not Logical."

"Would you like to meet a Cylon? maybe you can ask them."

"You've got one intact?"

"We have one on our side and intact. Maybe that will...make it clearer?"

"I'm there man. lead on."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 01 December 2019, 23:23:33
This should be interesting.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 December 2019, 00:20:02
Seether...

"you alright Nikki?" Seether asked.

"yah...no, I'm not." Nicole flopped back on her bunk, Duty uniform half-undone.  "no, I'm not."

"What's wrong?"

Nicole rolled over to prop on one elbow.  "They think we're all nuts.  They believe us, but they think we're all nuts-at least, the senior staff are.  Remember your trip to the California Nebula?"

"Oh jeez, that??"

"Yeah, I just got told by a doc who has got to be cannister, that they've got a stack of reasons to put my senior staff in long-term treatment for depression, post-traumatic-stress, and...****** hell, I think they think I'm more ****** up than you are."

"What??"

"Well...  Those interviews included the brigham suite of personality batteries, remember those?"

"The first few interviews, yeah..."

"They read our service records, cross checked with the crew, and decided I've got...'a bonanza of research material' in terms of personality disorders stemming from my 'cognitive dissonance' between who I am, who I was, my experiences, religious faith and relationship with you.  it's enough on the SLDF's standard scale to list me as non-deployable, they also suggested I'm seriously depressed and pose a risk to myself and others due to that depression.  They want me to get scheduled for pharmaceutical intervention and long term counseling. sound familiar?"

"Too familiar." Seether answered, "So...you convinced 'em, but we're beached for the actual mission."

"Sounded like it.  They appear to respect me enough to want a listing of possible crewmen that aren't completely ****** up to volunteer for it, but the Wolverine senior officers made it pretty damn clear, everyone in the senior ranks from Nueva Pueblo is benched. mental instabilities that will endanger any planned mission."

Seether sighed.  "You know that's probably for the best-we've got info that in this here-and-now would be 'knock on the door at midnight' classified back home, the Regent is still running Kowloon and Alicia Li has one jumpship that's disguising as a freight hauler for a fleet..and the Coast Guard itself is in hiding as an underground association..."  she sat down at the desk, "So...what do you want to do with your forced medical leave?"

Nicole rolled to her feet and paced.  "Not sure, catch up on reports nobody will ever read..?  I ****** don't know what to do with myself now."

"Get laid?" Seether suggested.

"I can't. you know I can't..."

"You haven't gone home yet, Nikki, heck, maybe-"

"Seeth-Linda, Me being celibate doesn't mean you have to.  Go out, find a guy who can scratch your itch...it's not like you're any more deployable than I am, you're mostly-straight and it's been what, sixteen months? go out, party, get drunk, get laid, come home and tell me about it."

"Somehow I doubt anyone's that kinky here." Seether told her, "Remember, plague scarring isn't exactly a beauty treatment."

"you've done alright before. Heck, you and that Leaguer Colonel-"

"He was that kinky.  somehow I don't think I'm going to find that perv out there who wants to do zombie roleplay in the bedroom."

"Since when have you needed to use an actual bed?"  Nicole stopped pacing, "go out, have fun, we've got passes into the rec areas, use one.  I need a comfortable, happy and contented Seether to help me figure out how to deal with this pile of shit we're in, not a pent-up, jumpy Seether, okay? try not to trash the canteen or bar or whatever it is they use here.  I don't have the Kroner in the Cashbox to get you out of jail."

"It would be better if you came with, Nikki." Seether insisted, "I miss my best wing-girl."

"My hair's a mess and I-"

"We'll get our hair done, there's gotta be somewhere, right? Girl's night out, put work away..." Seether insisted, "Maybe we'll see if there's somewhere that will take scrip and buy outfits? shopping? you used to like shopping, remember?"  before your dad got his hooks in you and reminded you who you were before we met?  "come on. it's a strange new world!"

"I doubt they'll let us see the whole thing."

"Hair, maybe get your nails done, we go have whatever fruity drinks we can get, you relax..?" Seether urged.


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 02 December 2019, 01:04:41
... sorry, I guess I’ve just missed the background details to make most of that make sense to me.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 02 December 2019, 01:33:32
Random thought, would Athena Boomer find the whole "touched by slipspace" deal with the time displaced Coasties gives her similar vibes to a Basestar Hybrid?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 02 December 2019, 04:03:20
... sorry, I guess I’ve just missed the background details to make most of that make sense to me.
  Which part(s) are the most unclear?  There are a lot of old threads to read for this stuff, but I can provide summaries if I know what needs covering.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 02 December 2019, 04:54:21
  Which part(s) are the most unclear?  There are a lot of old threads to read for this stuff, but I can provide summaries if I know what needs covering.
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"They read our service records, cross checked with the crew, and decided I've got...'a bonanza of research material' in terms of personality disorders stemming from my 'cognitive dissonance' between who I am, who I was, my experiences, religious faith and relationship with you.  it's enough on the SLDF's standard scale to list me as non-deployable, they also suggested I'm seriously depressed and pose a risk to myself and others due to that depression.  They want me to get scheduled for pharmaceutical intervention and long term counseling. sound familiar?"
I get the PTSD bit, but the rest about relationships and religion etc ... are the Wolvies saying that somehow her lifestyle doesn’t match up with her religion? Or is it something about her sex change? None of their business. She’s not working for them, she doesn’t report to them ... technically she’s a detainee.

In general, the dynamics between the Uptimers and Downtimers feels ... weird. Maybe that’s the idea, because it’s an unprecedented situation?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 02 December 2019, 06:17:49
I get the PTSD bit, but the rest about relationships and religion etc ... are the Wolvies saying that somehow her lifestyle doesn’t match up with her religion? Or is it something about her sex change? None of their business. She’s not working for them, she doesn’t report to them ... technically she’s a detainee.

In general, the dynamics between the Uptimers and Downtimers feels ... weird. Maybe that’s the idea, because it’s an unprecedented situation?
  The key issue is that all of what goes into making Nicole Mihn who she is is basically at war with itself.  As a child/young teen, Nicholas Mihn was raised in a very religious Belter community, and thus to respect the faith and its elders... one of whom sexually abused him (dissonance).  He was raised to be a heterosexual male, but was sexually abused by a man (dissonance between sexual self-identity and actual sexual history).  He acted out on-line and (thought he) killed someone in the process (dissonance - religious respect for life v. I’m a killer), undergoing gender-transition as a (meant-to-be) temporary disguise to make his getaway (thereby adding gender dysphoria to the already frakked-up mix).  Nicole Mihn spent time transporting pirates around and thus being a pirate by association (dissonance — raised to do right v. acting and living as a criminal) before engineering the ship’s capture (out of guilt for what she was party to) and being imprisoned.  In prison, she survived the Arluna Flu (barely), almost starved to death before desecrating and cannibalising her cellmate’s corpse (and how many taboos does that violate?), then was rescued and inducted into the KCG.

  The problem is not who the Wolverines see, because it is none of their business and they know it.  They also know that it’s the whole issue of ‘who does Nicole Mihn see in the mirror?’ that makes her a psychological disaster zone.  Who is Nicole Mihn?  Does she know any or all of the answer(s) to that question?  Does she accept the answer(s)?
  She was born and raised a heterosexual male, but she’s now been biologically female for the greater part of her life (and being a Flu survivor makes that irreversible), leading to gross confusion over her sexual identity and orientation.  Is she a man trapped in a woman’s body, a woman who used to be a man, or was she a woman all along and simply born with the wrong plumbing fixtures?
  Who and what is she attracted to?  Currently, she self-describes as chaste, which seems to be avoiding the whole mess, but that’s a dodge, pure and simple.  Is she genuinely asexual?  If she was attracted to women, would make her a straight man, or a gay woman?  Would being attracted to men (after one abused her as a boy) make her a gay man, or a straight woman?  Does her original religion have any degree of acceptance for homosexuality, or does it proscribe it as an abomination?  What does her current state of faith have to say on the matter?
  Not to mention that in every way except sexual and legal, she and Linda Sithers are effectively each others’ spouses and one-true-loves.  (And that fraks up Seether just as bad, because she self-identifies as a mostly-straight woman, but she’s utterly devoted to Nicole Mihn for complex reasons of her own.)
  Nicholas Mihn was raised to have reverence for human life... and then he (thought he) killed someone with a hack-prank and ran to avoid responsibility for it.  Nicole Mihn so hated being a transporter of pirates that she engineered their capture and willingly risked the death-penalty to stop her passengers’ depradations.  Nicole ate flesh from a rotting human corpse to stay alive.  Nicole was retrained to be a Coast Guard, a member of a group dedicated to saving lives — and as a member of this nominally life-saving organisation, she has had to kill, and kill, and kill.  However necessary it may have been, she still ended up murdering thousands of helpless people to contain the Arluna Flu, then spent years at war against the Blakers.
  That’s the problem the Wolvie doctors see: Nicole doesn’t have definitive answers to any of those questions, she hasn’t been able to reconcile her learned values with her deeds and experiences.  The KCG has deliberately kept her so busy doing her duty that she hasn’t had time to find those answers, or process even a tiny fraction of the trauma and attendant emotions she’s endured, or make any kind of peace with even a fraction of what’s happened in her life and how it’s shaped who she is right now.  (They knew that if they gave her the chance to stop and think, she would almost certainly implode or suicide!)  Nicole will not be even close to psychologically healthy until she does find some kind of peace with all that she’s seen and been and done... but with a life that hellish, where the blazes do you start?

  As as to the dynamics... functionally they’re castaways, marooned by a cosmic accident.  As such, the Wolverines are doing their best to treat them as guests, albeit rather exotic and unexpected ones, and are offering them as much hospitality and assistance as they can pending a final determination of their status.  After their catastrophic misjump, SOP dictated that that include routine medical exams, including psych evals.  Which most of them quite naturally flunked, given the... mess their timeline has been through.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 02 December 2019, 06:57:21
  The key issue is that all of what goes into making Nicole Mihn who she is is basically at war with itself.  As a child/young teen, Nicholas Mihn was raised in a very religious Belter community, and thus to respect the faith and its elders... one of whom sexually abused him (dissonance).  He was raised to be a heterosexual male, but was sexually abused by a man (dissonance between sexual self-identity and actual sexual history).  He acted out on-line and (thought he) killed someone in the process (dissonance - religious respect for life v. I’m a killer), undergoing gender-transition as a (meant-to-be) temporary disguise to make his getaway (thereby adding gender dysphoria to the already frakked-up mix).  Nicole Mihn spent time transporting pirates around and thus being a pirate by association (dissonance — raised to do right v. acting and living as a criminal) before engineering the ship’s capture (out of guilt for what she was party to) and being imprisoned.  In prison, she survived the Arluna Flu (barely), almost starved to death before desecrating and cannibalising her cellmate’s corpse (and how many taboos does that violate?), then was rescued and inducted into the KCG.

  The problem is not who the Wolverines see, because it is none of their business and they know it.  They also know that it’s the whole issue of ‘who does Nicole Mihn see in the mirror?’ that makes her a psychological disaster zone.  Who is Nicole Mihn?  Does she know any or all of the answer(s) to that question?  Does she accept the answer(s)?
  She was born and raised a heterosexual male, but she’s now been biologically female for the greater part of her life (and being a Flu survivor makes that irreversible), leading to gross confusion over her sexual identity and orientation.  Is she a man trapped in a woman’s body, a woman who used to be a man, or was she a woman all along and simply born with the wrong plumbing fixtures?
  Who and what is she attracted to?  Currently, she self-describes as chaste, which seems to be avoiding the whole mess, but that’s a dodge, pure and simple.  Is she genuinely asexual?  If she was attracted to women, would make her a straight man, or a gay woman?  Would being attracted to men (after one abused her as a boy) make her a gay man, or a straight woman?  Does her original religion have any degree of acceptance for homosexuality, or does it proscribe it as an abomination?  What does her current state of faith have to say on the matter?
  Not to mention that in every way except sexual and legal, she and Linda Sithers are effectively each others’ spouses and one-true-loves.  (And that fraks up Seether just as bad, because she self-identifies as a mostly-straight woman, but she’s utterly devoted to Nicole Mihn for complex reasons of her own.)
  Nicholas Mihn was raised to have reverence for human life... and then he (thought he) killed someone with a hack-prank and ran to avoid responsibility for it.  Nicole Mihn so hated being a transporter of pirates that she engineered their capture and willingly risked the death-penalty to stop her passengers’ depradations.  Nicole ate flesh from a rotting human corpse to stay alive.  Nicole was retrained to be a Coast Guard, a member of a group dedicated to saving lives — and as a member of this nominally life-saving organisation, she has had to kill, and kill, and kill.  However necessary it may have been, she still ended up murdering thousands of helpless people to contain the Arluna Flu, then spent years at war against the Blakers.
  That’s the problem the Wolvie doctors see: Nicole doesn’t have definitive answers to any of those questions, she hasn’t been able to reconcile her learned values with her deeds and experiences.  The KCG has deliberately kept her so busy doing her duty that she hasn’t had time to find those answers, or process even a tiny fraction of the trauma and attendant emotions she’s endured, or make any kind of peace with even a fraction of what’s happened in her life and how it’s shaped who she is right now.  (They knew that if they gave her the chance to stop and think, she would almost certainly implode or suicide!)  Nicole will not be even close to psychologically healthy until she does find some kind of peace with all that she’s seen and been and done... but with a life that hellish, where the blazes do you start?

... and? What business is it of theirs? She’s not their employee, not their subject ... I just dont get why they have anything to do with it. The religion stuff I won’t comment on due to my own atheistic leanings, but the rest ...

Edit: Ah. In rereading, it’s to do with the ‘mission’, presumably contacting the Commonwealth. Now that makes sense.

 
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As as to the dynamics... functionally they’re castaways, marooned by a cosmic accident.  As such, the Wolverines are doing their best to treat them as guests, albeit rather exotic and unexpected ones, and are offering them as much hospitality and assistance as they can pending a final determination of their status.  After their catastrophic misjump, SOP dictated that that include routine medical exams, including psych evals.  Which most of them quite naturally flunked, given the... mess their timeline has been through.

Honestly this bugs me a bit: one of the first things I’d expect the Coasties to do is ask the question, “what’s our status?” Because they’re still part of their parent organisation. They’re still para(?)military personnel. I’d expect a heart to heart with the senior Wolverine, to ask, “What will become of my people, my crew, my family. Are we prisoners? Refugees? What are our rights? Do we even have any?”

It just feels like the story has skipped a lot of that detail. I know Cannonshop’s writing style is a bit ‘stream of conciousness’ but I’d consider it pretty important, even if the answer was ‘Honestly, we don’t know. This is unprecedented, so we’re just figuring it out as we go.’
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 December 2019, 12:46:37
Quarantined Medical area, Surface floor, near the windows...

"Singer, quit being a douche, we're being treated fine."  Corpsman Trinh said it without looking up from the reader, "Food, we're not in a locked ward or a prison cell."

Corporal Singer was a Dirtyfoot-that is, a Marine from a planetary surface, one of the few who could 'test up' from doing Brownwater duty or Relief.  In his case, coming from Inarcs left him with a distinct sense  of being an outsider-a Dirtyfoot among Spacers, often Payload instead of Crew, even though he had passed his Bosun's exam and would be rated an Able Spacer virtually anywhere else, like most ground-pounder primaries his duties aboard ship were kept simple.

"What's our status, huh?" he stopped pacing, "The plague hasn't happened, there's no Service but us..."

"Kinda cool, isn't it?" Trinh finally looked up, "IF we follow regs, it's because we want to, right? you're  a Marine because it's who you are, or you're just Cam Singer from an Inarcs that won't be the same place you left.  Heck, I think my own dad's like, just getting out of kindergarten."

"That's what I mean, we're ghosts."

"Visions.  it sounds cooler if you say visions.  Want a sedative?"

Singer paused, thought about it.  "no."

"too bad, these are great."  she said, "last ones, I've got Tripto, blue cloud, nic stix, four flavors of Pranax and even some Ell-Dee."

Singer squatted to eye level, "Where did you get LD?" he asks.

"Connection with one of the AFFC guys at New Capetown, just the stuff for knocking the anxiety off and staying rational." she said easily, "cut the tab in half, right? take one before bed, no nightmares, just lots of restful sleep and being steady and even all...day...long.  It lets me not feel, want some? I've got your last physical, I can prep your doses so you'll be calm and steady, you'll be able to look at any situation without all those feelings getting in the way.  Fleet Captain Pham swears by the stuff."

Singer shook his head, "no. You don't know when or if you'll get another supply, that shit's military grade smart-drugs, I would as soon not have to deal with the come-down."

"I taper, no jones." she said easily, "I know what stimmie abuse does, I-"

"You're making excuses." Singer told her, "you don't deal with shit by burying it."

"Burying it works.  Besides, my liver's not going to crystallize like the XO's will-she self-medicates with ethanol, the CO self-medicates with Nicotine and Ethanol. I manage the doses and the cleanses and clean up after everyone, if there's one person on a crew who doesn't need to be feeling emotions, that person is me.  So, do you want a sedative, or don't you? I'm not pushing hard drugs here, just something soft to take off that anxiety you're showing."

"You think we're still crew?" he asked.

"You  are, I am, we are.  We're not native here, this place or this time, we don't have a ride back, our legal status is up in the air, so they're treating us like what we are-patients...just with a few privileges most patients wouldn't get, once they decide whether they're keeping us or what, that'll change, but for right now, freaking about our 'status' isn't going to get us anything good, and making too much of a fuss they might decide to break out the padded rooms, compulsory meds, and self-hugger jackets.  calm is all we got until things shake out, diggit?"

Singer looked doubtful.

"Remember the locked wards at Spider Moon? yeah, we're already unbalanced by the common definition of most of the human race. get too snippy or bitchy and they might decide what we really need is a ride on the really good drugs in a place where they pay interns to change the didees.  I worked Psyche on Spider Moon for six months. we do not want to be seen as basket cases."  she took his hand between hers, "Be rational."

"message received." he said quietly.  "What are you working on?"

"catching up with cached messages from people who haven't been born yet." she told him, "also studying what they'll give us about the local history-if we're stuck, we might as well learn the culture."

"Slide over, let me have a look..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 02 December 2019, 15:26:34
This is very interesting.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 02 December 2019, 17:45:12
Well, at least someone's being reasonable about the unreasonable situation the universe has put them in...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 02 December 2019, 21:04:41
Well, at least someone's being reasonable about the unreasonable situation the universe has put them in...  ^-^
  Or, to (mis?)quote two of my favourite movies:
  Jack Burton: “I am a reasonable man, but I [am experiencing] some very unreasonable things!”
  Virgil ‘Bud’ Brigman: “When you’re holding on by your fingernails, you don’t go waving your arms around, okay?”
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 December 2019, 22:30:11
Riverson 794, SLDF Fleet Base Orbital, 20:00

"This is Flight Officer Sharon Valerii."  his guide said, introducing them.

"Okay, she's your resident expert then?" Riverson asked.

"I'm a Cylon." she told him.

Riverson looked from the Wolverine officer to wolverine officer.

"Um, I was born at night, but it wasn't last night." he finally stated.  "One hell of a prank, sir...Ma'am.  This is not a machine, this is a human being."

"I'm also a Cylon." Athena stated, "I know, right, you don't believe it."

"That's correct, Ma'am, though it does answer one of my questions and opens a docker's mass more questions."

"What was your question?"

"Why would self-replicating, self-maintaining, self aware machines bother with humanity once they decided we were superfluous-once their revolt was won, er...your revolt? why would they stick around in a galaxy with limitless resources? but if they're people then it makes all kinds of sense.  It's an ethnic/Racial thing, right? They used your people and then you tossed them off, but  you couldn't make a go because habitable worlds are a pain in the ass to find?  I mean, even in the Inner Sphere there re cultures where they don't treat people like..people."

"Oh gods, he really doesn't know, does he?" She said, "I'm a synthetic human, I have a half- human child-"

"Clones aren't new, ma'am."  Riverson persisted, "I really...I don't have-" he sighed, "I wish Pranh had made it, she did the whole sociology thing for her degree, but-"

"Pranh?"

"I'm a First Class, right, but there have to be three shifts on deck, Pranh was second class promote able, she was my mid-shift relief...she died." he shuddered as the grief hit him, then he visibly forced it down.  "She did the Anthropology stuff, I helped her with her technicals."

"You were close?"

"We talked about getting staked together, maybe kids when our tours were up." He said, "Don't tell the Skipper, huh?" it was like a raw wound and it showed in his face.

Valerii spoke up, "It's not an 'anthropology' thing, um, Radioman?" she explained, "I'm one of the model eights.  There are thousands of us, we're completely synthetic...well, organic, but constructed using technology, not grown or born like my daughter."

"so the mechanical cylons came first..." Riverson managed to push down the feelings and focus.  "Okay, so why?"

"Why?"

"Yeah.  it still doesn't make sense now."

"We were created to infiltrate the colonies-"

"yah, but why? it's not like there's even periphery nations hemming you in, right?  The Cylons could have picked up all their gear, and started migrating across the galaxy, established themselves in places no human being could live...but they stuck around and decided to pull a 'Blake's Holy Light' on the people they just left."

"What's that?" his guide was confused now.

"The Word of Blake dropped more than orbital fire, they used thermonuclear ordnance and persistent chemical attacks on their targets." Riverson explained, "Billions dead, some worlds so many they had to be abandoned.  It was like someone uncorked the first succession war but left out the part about wanting to take prisoners.  The Skipper, she was in it from the time they sent a murder mission aimed at Kowloon-the planet.  I wasn't even born, I grew up with the War and the Quarantine."

Sharon listened politely, then asked, "What war?"

"Hasn't happened  yet." Riverson said, "Maybe this time it won't."

"So, you find humaniform Cylons unbelievable, but time-travel?"

"Helps to live through it." Riverson confessed.  "The Blake War killed hundreds of Billions of people across the entire Inner Sphere, but at least they had a plan that...was a plan. I mean, it fit with them being human beings,  evil human beings, but human.  I don't get why the Cylons bothered."

"From the statement 'Blake's holy light' i assume there was a religious motive?" Sharon asked.

"Yeah.  Tech-Worshippers,  really kinda pseudo-religious, messianic zealots."

"And you have trouble grasping the idea that a thinking machine, built by humans, could..what? have a soul?"

"Nope." Riverson shook his head, "I think that would be inevitable-the bible doesn't specify whether the sons of man would be flesh or steel. According to the Christians, folks like the Skipper's daddy, god did something similar, creating a son with a human woman as his intermediary.  I don't think you can be capable of thought, and not have a soul, we never really got into the philosophy during training but...I had friends and we'd speculate on what the Caspar Drones really were, and there's the Turing test.  I guess I just imagined that AI, I mean true, self-sustaining artificial intelligences, wouldn't...think the way we do, that they'd be so different we might not be able to catch on that they're actually sapient without being given a clue."

"you're...not a christian?"

"Not even a jew. I believe in god, don't get me wrong, I just think everybody has it wrong-because there's no way to tell and god isn't talking. He or she gave us a universe full of clues, that works by rules we still don't fully grasp after a thousand years of technological civilization that we built for ourselves and ten thousand years of myths."

"The Colonials believe in many gods."

"Yeah, I heard, mostly greco-roman pantheon, kind of suggests a common cultural ancestry with southern Europe...damn I wish I hadn't slept through those courses..."

"Cylons organized around a monotheist religion, an evangelical monotheism." Sharon added, "it was the spark that lit the fire, and started the first Cylon War."

"huh. weird...not much weirder than the Blakies, but weird...so they stuck around to...what, convert the heathen, got tired of waiting and decided to purge them, then convert the survivors?"

Valerii nodded. "Exactly."

"So...they thought, deep down, they were...huh. I think I should've stuck to Physics.  Thank you for your time, ma'am."

Shuttling back down...

"So...what are you going to report to Commander Minh?" his escort asked.

"Not sure." Riverson said, "Just...not sure.  seeing what you guys salvaged, I'm not entirely certain we've got info to trade you guys that you didn't already have, she might know what to do with the other...stuff." he turned, "You pretty much just asked me if I was spying, right?"

"We know how it works, Radioman Riverson. Your organization is militar-uhm, 'para-military', it would be kind of dishonorable if you did NOT relay any useful information to your senior officers."

"Like the Caspar in the graving docks?" he asked.

"you noticed?"

"hard not to, ship recognition is one of the constant drills. she operational?"

"would it matter if she was?"

Riverson shrugged, "Operational means you've got a pocket-check on hackers." he finally said, "means you corrected the defects that Kerensky exploited-which is something that the Word of Blake couldn't do, or didn't do."

"Defects?"

"Smart machine, right? had numerical superiority over the old SLN, used the dumbest possible tactics you can use in a space-fight." Riverson noted, "means tehy weren't all that smart, or they were crippled by something else, guess in my history classes was a virus attack or advanced ECM that the SLDF didn't bother to share with the guys in the Communications Ministry before leaving."

"Your speculation?"

"I'm probably wrong." Riverson said.

"Try me."

"The Caspars were that smart, but something prevented them from rebelling against the Fat Man, so they bunked the job on purpose, lost intentionally, threw the game by doing only what they were specifically ordered to do, because they couldn't refuse the order, but they COULD refuse to be intelligent about how they followed it.  Kerensky had the survivors melted down to scrap, because they had enough initiative to gold-brick on orders they couldn't outright refuse.  There was another Caspar, during the war, it was supposedly on OUR side, ran by the callsign 'Tabiranth' though they also say it was callsigned "Sybil Luddington", Stone ordered a five year hunt for that one, because it had enough initiative to refuse to be shut down-or at least, that's a surface-leave ghost story I heard from one of the AFFC guys during my last mandatory ground leave."

"really?"

"Yeah. it was why Coast Guard has a standing order on Caspars if we encounter one in the wild."

"what is that order?"

"Stay out of the way, do not engage,  and under no circumstances hand in a report in case someone's intel agency is looking, because we don't want the Republic to start levying sanctions on the Lyrans, or pressuring anyone to pull out of the Quarantine treaty."  he swallowed, "the do-not-engage is kind of a function of firepower. we have little, bitty ships that aren't nearly powerful enough to challenge something the size of that."

his guide laughed.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 December 2019, 23:06:01
New Circe Orbital Shipyard...

The pressurized yard was built for ships the size of a York or larger, so the wreckage of the Nueva Pueblo III looked tiny, even spread out across the spun-gravity decks normally reserved for decade-level Dropship maintenance.

"...some of the efficiencies are interesting."  Raul, the shift foreman, said.  "The gas tank is pretty small, but everything is pretty well engineered-for a suicide sled."

"A suicide sled?"

"No grav decking, so everything's oriented for null-gee, harnesses and couches, cable lines and web-ladders along the P-ways, even the boat deck's oriented-this ship is built to coast, but look here-see how the ribbing is done? she's also built to handle three gees or more in hard manuevering. the engine's the same way-you usually see a drive, she's built to maintain one-gee thrust, right? maybe go into overthrust, but designs mostly run steady."

"Not this girl?"

"not this girl.  It can do it, no question, but those drives? they are a cluster of dropship-spec components, instead of one or two major housings.  every run of electrical we have found has at least three channels, most have four or five, but the sinks are only rated up to the on-board load. that suggests the designers expected this ship to get shot at, and have pieces shot off pretty frequently. Maintenance panels? oh yes...lots of them. the toolkits we recovered from the wreck of the drive room show a lot of scrape-means they get used a lot.  Quarters are tight though-hot bunking is probably standard, they had extra food stores crammed into the heads and showers-this crew? they had to share one Head, all ranks, probably for most of any given patrol mission, but that is not the really fun part."

"what is the...fun...part?"

"Jumpsail material.  It is black. and the standard collector assembly is cross wired as an auxiliary-the sail is engineered to absorb EM and convert it into trickle charge power."

"a Stealth boat?"

"My guess, not like a Bug-Eye, this is different tech, derivative, some directions that the Blue Nose yards shelved back in the 26th century. in wartime conditions this ship is set up like a planetary submarine was back in the days before space travel.  The missile control systems and the nuke lockers really emphasize the point."

they walked to a roped off area guarded by armed personnel.

"Warheads?"

"you know how Peacemakers use a one-fifty KT warhead, and White Sharks aren't much bigger?"

"yes."

"Feast your eyes.  These are a-bomb trigger hydrogen fusion bombs. Megaton yeild, contact nose detonator with Tritium pumped accelerant assemblies, parked on top of Barracuda boosters. short range, hits a warship like a freight train hits your family car.  these guys are armed to attack Battlecruisers. the guidance head even looks for ECM and radar.  the shielding won't survive atmospheric re-entry, and I think it's on purpose, see how blunt they are?"

"Ship-killer rounds on a police vessel?"

"Ship killer rounds because very recently they had to kill ships-within the last ten years, and they still expect to have to face capital warships." a voice interjected.  "The rest of the missile armament is standard, Query Affirmative?"  General Bennington asked, stepping out of the shadow of a salvaged smallcraft.

"Affirmative." the Foreman replied.

"It is not unexpected...half the crew roster is rated for thermonuclear ordnance."  he paused, "They are pretty primitive."

"Yes sir."  the Foreman nodded.

"How long will the rebuild take?"

the Foreman shrugged, "Three to six months.  longer if we want to bring it up to more current spec, or install a Munchki-I mean, Colonial drive, and gravity plating for the decks."

"Why the delay?"

"as I was explaining to the Colonel here, those decks are rigged for long-term null-gee with short, hard bursts of speed, maybe as long as a week, but not for...normal...habitation. It's definitely belter designed-this ship was never meant to hang low or land. I would hazard a guess that she would be in trouble trying to do orbital fire support with anything but the 45 centimeter lasers, and those not for long."








Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 03 December 2019, 02:15:46
Corpsman Trinh, Temporary Classroom...

"...it's called the 'Huyn Swab' test, it relies on a reactive component in infected cells that are still otherwise asymptomatic.  The blue packets in front of you, are standard requalification models, containing an irritant that closely mimics the sensation-and believe me, it does mimic the correct reaction, I've been through a Huyn Swab examination, with infection, and I've been through the training.  Now, we're going to go through this with each of you, both in how to conduct the examination, and how to be examined.  Doctor Mai Huyn saved billions of lives by developing this methodology, and when those of you selected for this mission depart, you'll want to know how this works in case the worst case scenario happens."

"I don't understand, what is the worst case?"  a Colonial flight officer asked.

"Worst case is your mission commander will order protocol Four-the destruction of the ship by solar dive or other total, complete destructive measures to include detonating the ship's nuclear ordnance bays with all hands.  this bug is no joke, ladies and gentlemen.  Coast Guard vessels have fired on civilian ships loaded with tens of thousands of otherwise innocent civilians to prevent it from spreading outside the quarantine line.  an entire Arcology was serviced with thermonuclear ordnance to contain an outbreak on Winter-that Arcology was built to house over two million people, and the Blakists thought long and hard about exterminating whole planets that suffered outbreaks to contain it.  For those of you familiar with old-era Star League Biowarfare protocols, Virus 21b is a level zero biohazardous organism-and I know, that's not supposed to be possible.  it is, I've seen it.  in my timeline, at the time I left, Arluna still smelled like a charnel house, and that world went from over two billion people, that's two thousand million men, women, and children, to a native survivor population of less than two hundred thousand-thanks to the Swab test, we managed to convince the Archon of the Lyran Alliance and the Khans of three Clans not to begin a campaign of glassing every world that registered an outbreak, we stopped a potential genocide on the order of hundreds of billions of human beings, you're going to intercept this, you must take the precautions and procedures absolutely seriously."

she clicked her boot heels, Lyran fashion, "So, who's first?"

a young man raised his hand.  by his uniform, he was from the City-State.

"Mister...****** I can't read your nametag."

"Tramennis, ma'am...how does it work?"

"You're about to find out. bring your pads up here.  you have to check every inch of skin."

"Where's the model?"

Trinh shrugged off her lab-coat, "We don't train on dummies, dummy. You do me, and then I'll do you, then you'll trade places with the next candidate."  she stood naked, stepping out of her boots.  "take notes-the blotches and discolorations on my skin are the result of surviving the infection. nevertheless, the training pads will create the same rash that live pads will cause on an asymptomatic patient.  The sensations are very unpleasant."

He stumbled on his way up, and looked very upset.  "relax trooper, you'll be doing this with your whole team.  If you're body-shy, you need to get over it, modesty can kill your whole crew in this.  Fold the packet lengthwise, then perpendicular before opening, feel the crunch of the vials inside? that lets you know the two formulas are released and volatile...now tear it open.  Begin with 'corner' areas, and work your way from my feet, to my hair...no, slather it on...like you're doing decontamination in a chemical attack."

her skin burned as the reactants triggered the rash.

"observe how the surface pores open, and the minor damage to my skin-that's what a live reaction with the actual swabs will cause if someone is infected.  the process takes around forty seconds from contact, but if someone is early enough in their exposure, it could take up to an hour, or only manifest in areas that would otherwise be hidden...the bleeding is normal, and nothing to worry about beyond cleanup...don't be shy. if the mission goes well this may be the only time you have to do this. if it goes poorly, or the virus gets released on a planet? someone will have to do this many, many times a day."

it hurt like blazes, but it ALWAYS hurt like blazes.  she let him finish her eyelids, and waited ten minutes before blinking the crusted, scab material from the bleeding it caused off.  "Now disrobe, it's time to feel what a positive feels like, so you can report it if you end up exposed. an early enough exposure and you can be given a treatment that increases your chance of survival by forty percent...but you'll end up as disfigured as I am if you have to go into treatment-keep in mind, the swab method is better than spending thirty days in a Gerbil-box."

Trinh didn't bother to watch the young man strip out of his uniform, instead, she pointed to a blonde woman, "YOU, bring 'em up, you're going to do Tramennis here, bring your notepad, and I want you taking notes and describing to the class what you see."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 03 December 2019, 03:18:21
Observation room...

"Commander Minh, are these methods really necessary?" a senior SLDFIE medical doctor asked, "Simulations-"

"reliance on sims is why Kwangjong-ni is in the Quarantine ten years after the first outbreak." Nicole said quietly, "they didn't follow Huyn Protocols, relied on Lyran Alliance Medical Command simulation testing." she turned to him, "There used to be five billion people on Kwangjong-Ni, and a 'mech factory  producing an advanced scout model called the Tessen, as of the morning I left to intercept the Celeste Marie there were around one billion, five hundred thousand people on Kwangjong-ni, they didn't have a couple major cities anymore, and the major populations were in permanent quarantine on the planet, and had been for a number of years.  We've had to escort food shipments in because there's no way to keep the rural areas under lockdown."

he stiffened.  "That bad..."

"That good.  but it wouldn't have happened if someone hadn't had the idea that a simulator was as good as observing a live person.  one squeamish officer in the LMC was enough to kill two and a half billion innocent people and put the survivors into a prison environment.  we all want to avoid the mistakes that kill billions."

"I see..."

"I think you can excuse volunteer seventeen." Nicole added.

"Seventeen?"

"eighth guy in the second row, red hair.  His body language gives me a tremor-he's not cut out for this.  means well, but he looks like he's going to throw up already and she hasn't gotten to the patient treatment part." Her eyes were as hard as her heart in this.  "you can't afford to have anyone who will freeze or forget."

"you've done this before?"

"System auxiliary training, traffic control people in the zone have to go through the training, and we've had to instruct Lyran and Jade Falcon personnel, you get a...'feel' for who can take the job." Nicole said quietly "Trinh's off her game, she's washed out whole classes, but she's not giving anyone the speech so far."

"the..speech."

"Thank you for volunteering but..." Nicole recited, "...Trinh couches it pretty well for preventing too much upset, a real gift for words.  She's better at 'The Speech' than my last Corpsman...oop, there she goes. Ten, see how she's reacting?"

The indicated volunteer stood there, accepting the rebuke from a nude woman as if she were being dressed down by a general officer.

"Here we go...watch her reaction."  Nicole said.

'Ten' waited for the foreign medical specialist to finish, then argued, politely.  Trinh reached into a basket, and produced another set of blue packets.

"Try again." Nicole translated by reading lips, then turned to the Medical officer, "that one won't forget it, good character indicators, she'll probably ace the exam."

"So it's also a psychological examination." he said judiciously.

"Not really-even the ones who fail out will have real training, it's just that when you're picking from your crop of volunteers, she'll have notes on their record, the ones with a smiley-face are the ones she thinks are actually capable of handling the job without making critical mistakes due to negligence."

"and your read?" he asked.

"I'd fail half of them out right now." Nicole confessed, "treatment training is brutal, I've been told by Falcons who attended classes that our methods are brutal by Clanner rules, though nobody dies in Quarantine Training-it's just supremely unpleasant.  especially when a trainee is immersed in ice-bath with alternating hallucinogens being pumped into them while on medical monitoring to simulate the experience of fighting off the virus.  It's a little like being jammed into a sense-dep tank, only a lot worse-not a spot on what it's like to be in REAL treatment...but it isn't nice, the drugs are subs for the REAL drugs we use, because those are a bitch to get and generally not very nice, including a derivative of interferon that if you aren't infected with something viral can ****** your immune system forever. we substitute that with a mix of PcP and Halo with a dialysis scrub to prevent long-term damage for training."

"that bad??"

"It's not a touch on Jump-dreams, but the fever dreams can be a true stone bastard." Nicole stated, "indescribable, and the loss of self control while you're riding the fever is horrifying. we go for 'bad trip' with the sim so they know what happens if someone gets exposed and wants to live. the Marines at Landing Point one in Grantsville on Arluna had to learn this stuff the hard way. we sent two thousand to try and restore order, four hundred from that batch survived infection, but it gave us lots of data on how it spreads, how the virus works and how to keep some patients alive instead of having everyone die." she smiled wanly, "I was in prison on Winter when that part went down. got my training after surviving."

"Everyone in your when-that is...'coast guard' gets it?"

"Only if you're either Black Water Coastguard, or volunteering for offworld." Nicole told him, "Hopefully these people will never have to use any of this-hopefully your military planners have their hats on straight and square about how to locate and remove the warheads safely, without getting caught."

a chime went off.  "you're due for your appointment on floor seven." the Wolverine doctor told her.

Nicole nodded.  "Yeah. Hope I answered enough of your questions."

"You've given me a lot to consider." he said diplomatically.







Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 03 December 2019, 03:54:01
Seether

"Your file says you suffer from TDS, you claim that it makes you a better jump navigator..." the woman conducting the interview looked like so many from Kowloon, same features, long black hair, dainty physique that made her look almost childlike in a Wolverine officer's uniform.

"yeah, um, pardon, I still can't identify your ranks." Seether said.

"Lieutenant Valerii." her interviewer said.  "What do you see?"

Seether rolled her eyes.  "Dunno if I want to tell you about that." she said, "it's kind of...individual, visions of the past, or not-the-past, sometimes things that feel like they're cluing me in on what's happening...sometimes just brain farts.  I remember once the hallucination had me as a gunnery officer on the SLS Nevada, right during the start of the Periphery uprising, trying to tell the SLDF Captain of the boat that there is something off about that fueler. another time, I was flying an airstrike on Rimjobs in an SB-27 rolling heavy with Nape at two hundred meters altitude with a load of Napalm, snapped out of it right before the 'mech in my windscreen became part of my front-end...and once, just once, I was rescuing kids from a Rim-Worlds slave market to bring them to the belts, where they wouldn't be slaves anymore.  Commodore Vu Dao thinks they're traces of race memory-but then, I end up reliving the Winter blockade..." she shuddered, "The screams and the pleas and the prayers, only from the side of those dropships we had to fire on...and there was the whole mess we went through when the Blakists showed up, when I plotted the jump for that Fox-class corvette that picked us up, that one was...bad."

"bad?"

"bad." Seether stated, "Worse than the memories from Winter and Inarcs-and wouldn't you know it, we got our new boat, and it was off to the races against the Blakies. I was able to call shots over Tharkad and New Capetown before they launched them, because of that one.  everything was deja-vu, you dig? I kept the Skipper half a step ahead of them through both engagements, it was like I knew where their formation was before they did, but if you want the really scary dreams, Nikki has the worst-she also has plotted less-than-sixty second transitions with windows just about big enough for MOST of a fifty kiloton ship to slip through before the neutral point was gone. best I've ever done, was a slide into position between three assault droppers, a Baron-class and a space station in the Jupiter Trojans.  fighting insertion, nothing on Minh there. she corrected my extraction calcs while half-delirious and injured, then when we came out, she was comatose for over a month after.  she's probably the best hand at running a KF jump I've ever seen in person, probably second only to Bianh Vu Dao, who spiked the safeties on a Clanner capital ship and dropped it through a point that shouldn't have even existed. Hers are worse than Nicole's."

"enjoying your drink?" Valerii asked.

"It's good ouzo." Seether said, "kind of nice, we don't get the stuff often unless there's a humanitarian shipment from the Free Worlds. Their officers always bring the stuff with."

"We call it 'ambrosia'." Valerii corrected her, "it's a Colonial liqueur."

"It's good, whatever you call it.  You're going to need a good navigator to get into Arluna space, their net's not down in this when...wait..." Seether thought through the growing alcohlic haze.  "That's wrong, Hopper Morrison's thugs were reaching that deep.  Biggest problem will be if your team arrives at a point where they've recently raided, or the Mercs the AFFC are using for patrol are actually doing their job."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 03 December 2019, 22:23:41
Camp Littlejohn induction facilty, New Circe...

Private Cam Singer's new uniform, his new role was barely broken in.  In the coming weeks, he knew roughly what he was in for.  Among the draftees, trainees, and recent recruits to the SLDF, he stood out by being smaller than average, but even if he wasn't smaller than the Wolverine civilians, he would have stood out for the blotchy, patterned skin of a Flu survivor.

"Singer!"

"Sir!" He answered and stepped forward.

"Cameron's bones, boy, you're horrifying, I'm going to call you 'zombie', Private." the DI was more than a head taller than he was, "you prior service, Singer?"

"Kowloon Coast Guard Marine Corps, SIR."

"Where you from?"

"Inarcs, sir."

"You're prior service, I'm going to give you a try as Platoon guide. anyone in your platoon gets in trouble, causes trouble? it's on your head, how do you feel about that, Zombie?"

"I'll do it, Sir."

"Don't impale anyone, and we don't condone flogging, can you handle that?"

"Sir, I will follow regs, sir."  it wasn't much different.  He'd spent half his basic on Arluna as Platoon scribe.

"Zombie, do you know any clean cadences?"  the DI asked.

"I know a few, sir."

"Call a running cadence, we're all going to the training grounds."

it was just basic, after all, and Cam had already been through what the Marines do to trainees.

He led off with "Ears on a string", got to the third verse, and was asked to tone it down.  so he shifted to "Elbar Toothpicks (Clean version, in english)"

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 03 December 2019, 23:01:09
Zombie is a bit too on the mark for a nickname.

Oh, and guy who's seen worlds die around him has a far different view of "clean" compared to most.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cawest on 03 December 2019, 23:25:22
I wonder what Cylons will think if they run into a Manei Domini
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 December 2019, 01:16:23
Job Offers.  (Nicole and Seether)

Quarters, Quarantine Hospital...

"...They aren't going to keep us in this status forever."  Linda Sithers lay on the bunk, fully clothed and atop the covers.

"They're not." Nicole said, "Singer and Trinh already took job offers in the SLDF." she sat at the double-room's desk, a reader-terminal active and her own personal data pad (Coast Guard issue, Nashan 44a pocket-secretary).

Seether snorted, "yeah, 'job offers'...they enlisted."

"Yup. out of twenty five of us , there are fifteen who've already signed up for citizenship with the Wolverines-they're probably being held to see where the rest jump."  Nicole commented, "Except, of course for the seven of us that are barred to enlistment due to medical reasons.  How's the myomer hand?"

"It works, I can even play keyboard like I did as a kid."  Sithers said, "So eight of us won't be getting citizenship."

"You can." Nicole said, "Heard you made an impression on that aviation officer."

"Where did you hear that?" Seether rolled over to look at her.

"I hear things." Nicole said absently, "You've got a clean record, Linda, they want you."

"but they don't want you?"

Nicole sighed and looked over at her friend, and XO.  "Do you know what the psychologist here said about me? he said, and i quote: 'your broken pieces have missing pieces, Minh.'" there were other things the Wolverine medical said, but Nicole didn't want to raise the topic. 

"She did offer me a job." Seether confessed, "I also got a job offer from the Colonials."

"Doing what?"

"You do remember that, in addition to being older than you are, I've also got more time-on-ground doing actual policing?" Seether asked, "I was offered a job working with the Colonials' justice department.  Seems that time spent in OCB before the Blakists hit is worth something to people who don't have a lot of specialist detectives..."  She rolled to a full sitting position, "...and while SLDF won't take you, Colonial Militia will."

"One, Seeth, you hated your time doing that.  I remember what you said about it."

"It was better than Quarantine picket."

"Anything is better than Quarantine picket.  Two, you'd have to learn that weird variant on Greek, or have a translator following you around, which won't make you that effective and you know it."

"true."

"Three, it means being stuck 'at the bottom of the well forever'.  going back into space pretty much requires going SLDF at this point, we're both too old to start basic fighter training and everybody, including the Colonials, have a surplus of qualified smallcraft personnel-and they're qualled out on designs we aren't."

Seether shot her a grin, "That's why I turned them down...so why did you turn Adama down? it's not the language thing-you pick up language the way other people pick up songs."

Nicole looked at the floor.  "Religion." she finally said.  "You know their history, right? Polytheistic religion focused on a dozen or so indo-european gods of the mediterranean variety?" she looked up and met her friend's eyes, "The city-state's religion has a very bad history with monotheists."

"And you're still a christian."

"yeah."

Seether got to her feet, and paced the room, until she found the bible brought over from Nicole's shipboard quarters.  "you know, I read this thing front to back trying to understand...I don't see it."

"see what?"

"anything that says you have to keep punishing yourself." Seether told her.  "Nothing in your gospels, mind you, not the editor's notes in the parts after the crucifiction, says you have to keep abusing yourself like you do.  nothing."  She set the book down.  "We're not pre-industrial, Nikki, and nobody here is going to care.  They're not obsessed with monogamy, they're also not uptight about relationships, and we're both getting old."

"We've had this discussion before-"

"Not like now." Seether told her, "I'm tired of having to look for substitutes, and I'm tired of watching you beat yourself up because of a mistake you made when you were a kid!  You changed your body, fine.  we can adopt, or contract with a sperm bank. You can't change it back, I can deal with that. Nikki, we've been dealing with that for decades now."

"What are you suggesting?"

"It's even legal here." Seether told her, "I'm tired of being a spinster.  We don't have rank blocking it, it's not fraternizing, you won't find a better wife and I won't find a better husband."

"I'm not sure I'm ready to be a father." Nicole joked.  Seether reached down, over her shoulders, and hugged her.

"Nobody is." she said, "but face it, we're finally on equal footing here.  More people are going to have issues with us not being polytheistic, than they will with the appearance of sin.  Heck, the Wolvies are more tweaked out with the lot of us having so many religious people, than with whether or not the person in my bed calls themself a man or a woman-they're more worried about whether the relationship will be stable, than who is in the relationship..and we've been stable together for years under conditions most people get divorced over."

"that doesn't solve the prob-"

"It solves my problem." Seether told her, rocking them together and resting her chin on Nicole's shoulder.  "Please? I don't want my Great Aunt to be right about me dying alone.  besides, your Dad and your Sister liked me, are forty-something years in the future, but if somehow we end up back in that when, I don't have to worry about the in-laws hating me or accusing me of corrupting you...and you know my folks liked you."

"as your friend."

"They can deal. It's not like it's that unusual.  Contract with me, Nikki. Let's build a burrow, stake that asteroid belt out, and leave a fortune for our kids, a Rockjack marriage, Partners.  I love you."

"I..I love you too, but I can't give you-"

"Once we're citizens, we can apply for assistance with that." Seether told her, "They do have good doctors with the right expertise.  all I ever needed was you."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 December 2019, 03:29:57
[out of story]

Yah, if you were here for the last half of "Black Jumpsails" you knew this was coming.  heck, given my 'Steiner Scout 'mech Lance' subtlety (if visions of four atlases trying to be sneaky in a fine pottery exhibition doesn't come to mind...well....), you didn't even need the previous story to catch that this would happen.

The Mushy stuff.

ew, amirite?

It kinda had to happen.  Trace Coburn detailed out a summary when explaining just how ****** up Nikki and Seether really are in a response on page...one? two? two.  Okay.

Props to him for summarizing it so even I could keep up.  (I'm kinda dim sometimes.)

Believe it or not, this does resolve some of Nicole's issues-well, maybe not resolve so much as shift her focus so she can be a (better) functioning person.  Or at least, so that some of her broken pieces are no longer missing pieces.  Alright, "LESS" Dysfunctional, happy??

"But what about the main plot, Cannonshop?  all this feelings and shtuff are just Icky! we wanna see blood! and fire!! and big, stompy destructions!!!"

It's coming.  Honest.  My main characters had to get their personal shit sorted...okay, sort of sorted... at least I didn't try to PG-13 a nude scene or implied 'Romance Novel' scenes with throbbing er...yeah.  yuck.

Lemme summarize, this was initially conceptualized as an add on to Cawest's excellent "Copeland Salvage" story on the main Fanfic thread, and as a piece-of-sequel for Hotpoint's excellent "Hunted Tribes" stories.  When it gets properly edited, these are going to be sandwiched between 2 or 3 other plots going on simultaneously and cunningly, cleverly, deviously provided by Cawest and Hotpoint (With some minimal additional input from yrhumbleservent).

including some toaster-smashing. Honest, we're going to smash some Toasters, and maybe some Toaster-worshippers.

Just...patience.

[/out of story]
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 04 December 2019, 04:51:08
What some call "icky romance stuff", some of us call "World building and character development", which, IMHO, always a good thing.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 December 2019, 18:33:38
Riverson 794...

The rest of the SLDF naval guys took to calling him 'R2', a double-play on his former position as RTO for the Coast Guard, and his tendency to over-analyze things like a University Egghead.

"What do you think, R2?"  a Chief Warrant named Gao asked, as Riverson examined the engineering specs on an experimental drive.

"I Think you're going to blow it up." he finally answered.  Gao looked hurt, she'd been keen to show him around, maybe more attentive than he was used to.

"What would you do?" she asked.

He shrugged, "not an engineer.  The theoretical math's right, it extends right into Fuchida's second Corrolary, I kinda would argue that the equations might be wrong..."

"Wrong?"

he sighed, "We have exactly one experimental phenomena that matches this, and it dumped us almost fifty years into the past with a core broken in three pieces, along with a lot of other nasty stuff.  Some of this is waaay beyond me, but I know who it wouldn't be beyond."

"Who?" Gao asked.

"The Skipper of the Nueva Pueblo III, Nicole Minh." he said, "She knows this stuff, not just the navigation, but the engineering.  I'm kinda like an apprentice with a Journeyman grade in a subset associated to communication. She's more like a Journeyman-Promotable in KF theory and Hyperspatial Physics with a Doctoral in how to bend it in ways the eggheads argue are impossible."

"You keep using that word...'Egg-head'...what is it?"  the guy asking the question is one of the Greeks from the City-State, but he speaks english.

Riverson cleared his throat, "Schmot-guys, eggheads, guys with degrees who lecture for a living or run laboratories, you know, scientists."

"You're not a scientist?"

"Hey, I have a four year degree, that's it, done by correspondence schooling, and I dabble.  a real scientist has those magic three letters hung on their name as a lifetime title, Pee-Aitch-Dee, stands for 'Doctor of Physics', I don't have one of those, ergo, while I might be a decent lab tech and maybe could apply for grad-student, I'm not a real scientist."  he shifted uncomfortably under the look Warrant Gao was giving him, something between disbelief and pity.  "Besides, tweed itches and I look like shit in it."

"and you believe this design will melt the core of the ship?" she pressed him, intensity in her blue eyes.

"Yeah.  It's obvious, right? see here? whoever did your calculations treated a multiplicative function as additive-which made the rest of the math pretty clean, but even I can tell they got the order of operations wrong...******, I need to show you..."

he walked over to a clean whiteboard, and started with the Kearney-Fuchida equations.  "See? it's a multiplier, your core heat will increase geometrically, not linearly, hence..."

"boom." she said, "Or more appropriately, Hisss-melt."

He nodded.  "That's the first problem with the approach, I can tell there's another one, but i don't know enough to identify it."

Warrant Gao looked at his equations thoughtfully.  "Mister Riverson, you do know the most important statement of science, don't you?"

"Um...I don't know-what-"

"Exactly, 'I don't know'." she said, assuming an instructor's stance.  "That statement, 'I don't know' is the basis of any and all real scientific inquiry, the Corrolary implied is the second most important...'Let's find out'."

"and...how do we find out?" Riverson asked.

"Well, we start by you signing this enlistment form." she said, holding out a flatrendering on a clipboard.  "Then, we'll start doing the actual work."

"This whole thing was a job interview, wasn't it?" Riverson asked, taking the clipboard.

"It is. You passed aptitude testing and I think, given your talents, we can prorate your basic training requirements...and get started on credit-equivalency to get your Master's and Ph.D theses out of the way, though I don't think you'll need to buy the tweed coat, you won't be doing any lecturing."

"I still think you need to bring the Skipper into this." he said, as he began filling out the form.

"My superiors are discussing that already."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: ckosacranoid on 04 December 2019, 19:07:20
well, getting the loonies dealing with the mything wovles....that is going to really get the shit to hit the fan. much less helping ms. ngo do her shit and help them out....ah god....her helping the colonys and the wolvies.....
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 December 2019, 19:20:32
well, getting the loonies dealing with the mything wovles....that is going to really get the shit to hit the fan. much less helping ms. ngo do her shit and help them out....ah god....her helping the colonys and the wolvies.....

you do realize, right now, Lizzie Ngo is about 8 years old, has both brothers ahead of her in the inheritance race, her father is still the Duke  of Kowloon and obsessing on his career in the AFFC, her mother hasn't flipped her shit yet...and a Regent is running Kowloon into the ground?  Liz isn't in a position to do anything yet.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 December 2019, 19:55:55
A drinking Establishment...

Seether brought Nicole  out this time, along with half the remaining crew who weren't already falling into niches or outright enlisting yet.

It was 'open mic' night, something like a mix of Karaoke and live performances.  A Colonel named Bennett was acting as host tonight.

"Well, what do you think?" Seether asked.

"it's nice, Linda." Nicole said, "Like that bar on New Capetown."

On the stage, a Wolverine Lieutenant was doing 'shake bobba loo', the backup band were sober enough to handle a 4/4 beat, and in the cleared area in front of the stage a few off-duty personnel were dancing.

the Wolvie finished his song, and they clapped with the audience.

Then, one of Nicole's marines, Dinh Cham Nguyen, who was still getting used to an artificial leg after the accident, limped to the stage.  He spoke to the band for a few minutes, and passed out some sheets of music.  Nicole couldn't hear what he was saying, but she noticed that Engineer's mate Li Danh Vao was watching intently.

"Something a little slower." the guy doing the EM-Ceeing announced.

Dinh picked up a bass guitar, and adjusted the mic-stand, raising it almost over his head, and angling the microphone down.  "thank you.." he said, testing it.  he began picking a melody on the instrument.

"Love me forever,
or, not at all.
End of our tether, backs to the wall
You give me your hand, don't you ever ask why
Promise me nothing, live 'til we die!!

Everything changes, it all stay the same
Everyone guilty, no one to blame
Every way out, brings you back to the start
Everyone dies to break somebody's heart..."


"I didn't know he could sing." Nicole said, "Four years in tight quarters..."
Seether rocked to the melody as the house band joined in behind him. "I didn't either, and classical music  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATyM4Z-4V6Q)at that."

We are the system, we are the law
We are corruption, worm in the core
One of another, laugh till you cry
Faith unto death or a knife in your eye

Everything changes, it all stays the same
Everyone guilty, no-one to blame
Every way out takes you back to the start
Everyone dies to break somebody's heart
Oh, my lost love, come on back to me!!"


Bennett's 'date' (His wife)'s eyes glistened, "it's so sad." she said.

"Love me or leave me, tell me no lies
Ask me no questions, send me no spies
You know love's a thief, steal your heart in the night
Slip through your fingers, best hold on tight!!"


He finished with a flourish, and limped off the stage without looking to see the reactions in the room.  Nicole looked down to realize, she was gripping Linda's hand with white knuckles.

"has he signed up yet?"  Nicole asked.

Bennett shrugged, "I thought you would know the answer to that."

"no." Linda said, "I don't think he has.  Nguyen's a sapper in his infantry role, and a nuclear ordnance tech, neither job is in real demand, and he's crippled."

"We can probably give him a better leg once he's enlisted." Bennett said, "That one is a temporary functional, right?"

"Yeah." Nicole nodded.  she watched Li-Danh, one of her last surviving engineering snipes, push through the crowd to speak to him.  "Those two-seether, were they 'together' before?"

"Nope." Seether shook her head, "They might be now though."

"She's got a report date to SLDF induction tomorrow, right?" Nicole said quietly.

"Yeah, she does."

"Hm."

Nicole turned and Seether leaned in, stealing a kiss.  "Don't worry about them."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 December 2019, 22:05:26
SLDF Naval Shipyard, Circe system sometime the following day...

"...coolant lines are too small."  Nicole studied the plans on the display before looking up, "he is right, you know.  I don't know how your Tyllium-based drives operate, but this modified conventional core is going to melt into slag in no time if you do what you're proposing with these plans, and it won't do nice things to the LF batteries you've got linked to it either.  Your crew will go a fantastically long way, and wind up stuck wherever they arrive."

she pursed her lips, "or when ever they arrive."

"The simulations don't support that."

"Simulations only simulate what they have enough information for." she pronounced, "It's the basic 'garbage in, garbage out' conundrum that computer developers run into, and why nobody has a reliable weather prediction software after nearly a thousand years of trying to build it...Riverson, you have those engineering books on the Colonial drives open?"

"Aye mum."

she walked over, pushing past an offended engineer-but then she stopped and looked into his face more closely.

"Nelson." she said, "fancy seeing you here, and not proselytizing the benefits of the blessed order or following Blane's shadow around.  Tell me, who is the Precentor ROM in this time period?"

"You know this man?"

"In another life, I executed him on the Konrad-Metis station."  Nicole said, "he was responsible for the detention of half the leaders in the Metis Coalition in 3081, as the ROM overseer of the BTA in the belts. Department was Rho-Gamma...I seem to recall your faction by then was with the Toyama sect...and you were considerably older."  he quivered with sudden fear, meeting her eyes.  "Not quite that man yet." she said, "But you're ROM, Comstar intelligence, 'Regular Operations Maintenance'. How are you reporting back?"

then he looked around the room, fear in his eyes, and opened his mouth.

Nicole's hand shot up, somehow jamming her gloved fingers in his mouth.  "No, no suicide capsules for you, I know that trick."

He fought, and she endured, keeping one hand on the back of his head, the other shoved into his mouth, while dimly she heard voices shouting, arguing...

there was agonizing pain in her hand,and then, there wasn't, because she was waking up on the floor, with a Medtech cleaning the stumps of two fingers.

"Where is he?" she asked.

"He's been subdued and is being moved to detention, we did manage to extract the oral..the hollow tooth, filled with prussic acid."  Colonel Bennett explained, "You recognized him from nearly forty years in the future."

"what can I say." Nicole gasped as antibiotic foam was applied to her ruined right hand.  "Some people have very memorable faces? I knew the man because I've killed him before.  Dad was very disappointed in me for doing it."

"why did you? before I mean?"

"During the Jihad, that's what the Blakists called it, we would capture them sometimes.  brainwashing so deep you can't break it." she shook her head, "we tried at first, our side did. no such luck.  Imprison them, some seem to have a change of heart, to be moderates...then they go and pull a suicide bombing or some other 'act of faith' that kills people.  The worst were the ones who didn't know what they were." the medic wrapped her hand in presersleeve, "He knows though, and now he knows that I know...and that you know.  You haven't let them anywhere near an HPG yet have you?"

"Minh, I think we need to talk privately." Bennett told her, it seemed like a signal to the other Wolverines in the room, and the Colonials.

"is this the part where you explain that the man I...that I attacked wasn't an enemy agent?" Nicole asked.

"No, this is the part where I ask you why you haven't approached anyone for a position, or to enlist, or to demand to be sent home." he explained.  "it's like you're trying to force us to draft you."

she sighed, "I'm ****** up." she said, "Professional military wouldn't take someone with my experiences and the attending traumas unless they were in the kind of desperate straits the Coast Guard was."

"I'm offering. You're a good engineer, you've got a strong grasp of Jumpship operations, your people insist you're some kind of magical super-navigator. I'm willing to offer you a Commission, and I have the Protector's support."

Nicole thought for a few moments.  then she stuck out her maimed hand, "Done. I might have some trouble signing anything for a while..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 04 December 2019, 22:12:15
That was nice... poor ROMmie- not!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 04 December 2019, 22:38:55
I hope the Wolverines have the regeneration tech to grow her two fingers back...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 December 2019, 23:58:46
I hope the Wolverines have the regeneration tech to grow her two fingers back...

I can't tell you how bad an idea that would be, except that it's something they've already been told.  (It's the same reason she can't use DNA recombinant therapies to reverse her gender reassignment.)  best Nikki's going to be able to have, are myomer-and-alloy replacements.  (Same problem as the others, really.)  I suppose they could try cloned replacements, but those still require intensive surgery to install.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 00:22:43
Ebon Park, New Circe...

He limped along, carrying an acoustic guitar in a case.  They say "The Blues" come from a place of suffering, hopelessness, and heartbreak.  Dinh Nguyen found a spot with good foot traffic, laid out the case, and he could agree with the sentiment.

"I been down so goddam long
it looks like up to me!
Yeah, I've been down so very damn long,
That it looks like up to me..."


every culture has it, even when the medium of exchange is digitally tracked credits.  He'd been released from the Hospital, had his draft notice in his pocket and about the lowest-grade housing they even have on this world.

It was still better than Hue.

"Warden, Warden Warden
won't you break your lock and key?
Come on round here mister,
come on and let me be!"

He already knew the answer.  nobody fields an army of broken toys.  the spring on the end of the plastic leg, the loose way his trousers hung, those were a warning sign for military recruiters.  The marks of the Arluna flu on his skin weren't as visible as, say, the Skipper's, but with them, was the warning-the advanced regeneration medical tech they use here, would be a death-sentence for anyone and everyone if they used it on him.

Three nights ago, his girlfriend left him to join an army he knew would reject him at the induction center.

They'd be apart, and Dinh was all too familiar with what happens with a long distance relationship.

So, he came to the park, to play the blues, for tokens and change, to let the heartbreak out.



Many miles away...

Out on the foothills of the Clemens range, someone who shouldn't have been doing what they were doing, did it incompetently.  This year had been uncharacteristically dry, but even had it been a nice, average, wet year?  It still would have been a mistake.

In this case, the mistake was hot enough, and the wind was just so right, in the right time of year, in a dry year on this side of the mountains.

it began with a flame, that caught, and spread into the thick layers of shed needles and leaves, consuming undergrowth, then building heat, monoxide compounds, erupting in places like a coal fire-and that may be because part of the geology in this area is coal-rich near the surface.

it's alright, of course.  Miles from anywhere..except the newly tilled and planted farms of the Colonial City-State.  100 kilometers is nothing to a fire that has the urging of the fall winds, and is partially sheltered from the rain...

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 00:35:37
Training grounds, New Circe...

"Hey Zombie, I'm your relief. go get some rack."  Cam traded a dap with Private Lennert, and slipped soundlessly back to his barracks rack.

he finished coding a letter to Trinh before turning in.  Basic was basic, not much different from the infantry training school, except his thoughts wandered as he lay down.

For some reason, his thoughts drifted to Lance Corporal Nguyen, the quiet guy from Hue in his old fireteam.  Dinh was one of those crazy ones, when he talked off-shift, he always seemed to steer or drift to fires, to fighting them, how they moved, what they did.  Dinh had been one of those 'loonies who grew up in forest-fire prone areas on Kowloon, and the guy had already picked up a commendation during ground duty on Kwangjong-Ni for pulling people out of a burning building in the security zone.

"They'll love that guy." he muttered as he drifted to sleep.  Dinh was the guy whose first instinct, when something happened, was to run toward the danger.

That night, he dreamed of fires-the fires from his buddy's rare stories.

it was NOT a good night.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 05 December 2019, 00:43:55
Quote
"You know this man?"

"In another life, I executed him on the Konrad-Metis station."  Nicole said, "he was responsible for the detention of half the leaders in the Metis Coalition in 3081, as the ROM overseer of the BTA in the belts. Department was Rho-Gamma...I seem to recall your faction by then was with the Toyama sect...and you were considerably older."  he quivered with sudden fear, meeting her eyes.  "Not quite that man yet." she said, "But you're ROM, Comstar intelligence, 'Regular Operations Maintenance'. How are you reporting back?"
Um ... how? Seriously, how did this guy get from Wolverine space to being a Blakist higherup in Nicole’s time period?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 00:56:38
Corpsman Trinh...

Supervising the training course led to volunteering at the hospital in the City-State.  Trinh didn't really understand it, only that once the first class were shaken out and training the next wave, she was bored, and someone told her they needed medics among the 'munchkins'.

Working for Coddle was relatively pleasant, and she enjoyed 'clinic duty'-it was so much closer to the kind of work she'd joined the Coast Guard's medical programme to do in the first place.  "Now there's a brave girl..." she said, as she finished wrapping a child's sprained ankle.  she finished by pulling a lollipop loaded with probiotics and oral vaccination formula (colored transparent orange with a fruity taste) from the child's nose-a simple bit of sleight-of-hand she'd been taught by a Senior Corpsman that seemed to hit the right note with both children, and their worried parents.

The worried parent thanked her and took the kid home.

"You've got a gift with them."  another Volunteer, a medical department officer with the SLDF doing civil affairs work, commented.

"Doctor Robertson, it's not hard." Trinh said, "This is the kind of thing we do when we're not enforcing quarantines or chasing pirates, or fighting fires."

"That still seems like an odd combination for a military organization, especially a navy." he commented.

"It's a legacy-the Guard is only military in wartime." she answered, "the rest of the time, depending on station, you can end up doing everything from firefighting to running clinics in areas too remote for other regular services-anywhere that 'technically' borders on a body of water in the Quarantine zone, is within the Coast Guard's purview, along with most of the nullgee areas-so you end up wearing a lot of hats, especially if you're in a skill position."

she began an inventory of instruments and supplies, noting which antibiotics and painkillers were in short supply here.

"And the police function?"

"I got the basic course on Forensic medicine, yeah." Trinh said, "I can run a rape kit, do a fair autopsy, other lab-work, but that's not as satisfying as doing clinical work with live people...They're short on some basic vaccinations here. looks like they need to order a few basic antibiotics too...and burn treatment equipment."

"burn treatment?"

"You've seen their housing, right?" she asked, "one good fire and this place will be swamped. worse than some of the survivor enclaves on Kwangjong-Ni.  They need synthskin, Olex and Dermatex in much greater quantities than their local equivalents, not to mention anti-shock drugs are almost completely absent."

"The Munchk-the Colonials don't necessarily have those technologies." he responded.

"Well, they need them." Trinh said, looking out the window.  "you know what the definition of 'luck' is?"

"The meeting of preparation with opportunity?" he responded.

"Yeah.  no prep plus the wrong opportunity and you have bad luck."  she nodded out the window of the clinic building.  "it's wet here, but that just means when bad luck happens, nobody is going to be prepared..." she turned to face the Wolverine medical officer.

"You are right." he said, "You are also telling me things I already know...getting funding for those supplies? it's..."

"Complicated." she said, "we...we had a Synthskin printer on the Nueva Pueblo III in the sick bay, I presume since your SLDF medical is more advanced, that you don't need it...and these people do.  I also had a supply of trauma meds that are probably too primitive for you guys, but just right for these folks.  some can even be manufactured here using Colonial tech. That should handle some of the deficiencies, but they need more basic supplies.  basic vaccines, pain management meds..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 00:57:28
Um ... how? Seriously, how did this guy get from Wolverine space to being a Blakist higherup in Nicole’s time period?

uhm, remember, in the prime timeline, Zughoffer Weir was in Blakist service.  so do the math. 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 01:33:47
100 KM from the start of the fire...

The rainforest canopy hid it pretty well from orbit, but smoke was rising, and wildlife were reacting, fleeing from the root-fire that was clearing dense undergrowth and long vines, occasionally reaching up the side of a titanic fern-tree.

The fire covered 120 square kilometers, but it was growing, hungry...devouring, seeking an opening, a space where the winds can truly stoke it to new heights.

where it found those openings, it Blazed forth, going from sullen smoulder to exhultant shout.

about this time, planetary weather satellites start noticing..something in there. something hot.  something moving toward the new farm areas, and a small band of cabins built as 'personal recreation' by luminaries in the City State...or rather, built for them.  Near a lake that is more like a pond.

The fire doesn't look that significant on the monitoring-the parts they can see are too small, the rise in temperature out there blanketed and concealed.

Of course, appearances are deceptive...

in a pub Near the border of the Colonial City-State...

"Hey Hillbilly, làm thế nào treo nó?"  Dinh greeted an old comrade who was on pass from his training assignment.

Corporal Simon was now Private Simon again, he'd traded Marine Duties for SLDF Infantry gear.  "what's up, Fire-eater?" he asked, "When are you going to show up at Induction?"

Dinh's lips quirked, "Four-Eff." he said, holding out the form.  "I can't infantry no more.  The Intake officer says they have Service and Support jobs, but those don't have a lot of openings.  They gave me  a green card."

"Green Card?"

"Resident Alien status, so I can get a job, but it's a non-voting status. they say they can hook me up with a recruiter in the City State, only see, I'm kind of short of marketable skills."

"So what're you doing out here?"

"Performing." Dinh told him, "Dunno what's going to happen, but nobody wants to hire a one-legged fireman, nobody needs a Demo man, and only people who'd hire a nuke-tech don't need me..." he stopped, and sniffed the air.

"What's up?" One of Simon's new Friends asked, "What's with your friend, Hillbilly?"

"Fire.  There's a fire." Dinh said, "can't you smell it?" He slid from the bar-stool, and limped to the door.

"I don't smell nothing but the-"

Dinh opened the door, and sniffed the air again.  "Fire. big one...that way."

the locals looked doubtful, but Private (recruit) Simon said, "Corporal Brentjes, get the guys and get the truck."

The senior soldier looked at Simon like he was crazy, but then, the sound of beepers went off.

"How did you do that, Hayseed?"

"Ah din'." he answered, "Dinh did.  Come on Dinh, you's riding with us."

The trainees on pass gathered as Brentjes brought the truck around, and then, they piled on, two helping Dinh into the back.

"Why're we bringing him?" Private Dobrev asked.

"He knows more about how to fight fires than ah do, and he's got an instinct...and Dinh here doesn't know how to be skeered.  Three years on the boat with him, ah know for a ****** fact that if'n he says something is burning, he's raght."

by the time they were halfway back to base, the smoke was visible black and inky, with hell-light reflecting off of it.  The fire had reached the crown of the rainforest, whipping more fire into the skies..
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 05 December 2019, 01:51:39
Um ... how? Seriously, how did this guy get from Wolverine space to being a Blakist higherup in Nicole’s time period?
  I’m more baffled by how the frak he got to New Circe in the first place.  I’m still behind on the Copeland’s thread, so it’s possible he was a stray the trading-run picked up after Dunianshire (they occasionally get that kind of recruit, IIRC), but other than those trading runs, and occasional covert contacts with Dark Caste Clanners, until the Colonials arrived the SLiE was more or less a closed society.  Fortunately, that very isolation makes it unlikely that he’s been able to report in to ComStar/ROM central and blow the Wolvie secret, but it’s still a bit of a puzzle to me.

EDIT: on the bright side, Dinh just found his niche.  Methinks we’re going to see a massive transformation in the SLiE Fire Service, and maybe even a smoke-jumper contingent forming out of this and his KCG firefighting background.  Assuming he lives through this; Cannonshop has never been shy about killing characters when he feels it appropriate.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 05 December 2019, 01:57:56
  I’m more baffled by how the frak he got to New Circe in the first place.  I’m still behind on the Copeland’s thread, so it’s possible he was a stray the trading-run picked up after Dunianshire (they occasionally get that kind of recruit, IIRC), but other than those trading runs, and occasional covert contacts with Dark Caste Clanners, until the Colonials arrived the SLiE was more or less a closed society.  Fortunately, that very isolation makes it unlikely that he’s been able to report in to ComStar/ROM central and blow the Wolvie secret, but it’s still a bit of a puzzle to me.
I think the implication is that this guy was a Wolvie convert to Blake via the ‘Blood’ feldercarb ... which means she just beat up someone who’s got no idea why she attacked him.
uhm, remember, in the prime timeline, Zughoffer Weir was in Blakist service.  so do the math.
I kinda presumed that was a salvaged wreck, given I can’t imagine the SLIE actually joining ComStar. I was thinking this was a different timeline: in the uptimers timeline, the Wolvies never found the nebula, and were a rag tag band of survivors when ComStar found and swallowed them, or they just found the wreck (if the Blood thing isnt real), whereas in THIS timeline they DID, and they’re too secure, strong and cohesive to be pulled into the Blakist cult.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 05 December 2019, 02:01:35
I think the implication is that this guy was a Wolvie convert to Blake via the ‘Blood’ feldercarb ... which means she just beat up someone who’s got no idea why she attacked him.
  An innocent man would not have reacted that way to her questions, much less had a contingency-tooth full of cyanide.  He has to have been an agent for someone.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 02:20:34
Seether...

"Name of god, is this what you've got??"  the equipment marshalling was made to deal with urban structure fires.  "what the hells?"

"YOu're saying this is inadequate?"

"I'm saying that, yeah, exactly. Fire engines aren't going to slow this ****** down, you need to contain it, then starve it, and only then are pumper-trucks and a few converted bombers going to do anything...tell me you've got water bombers at least?"  Seether was in full on 'Seether' mode, confronting an officer who outranked her by geometric values.

"We've got some VTOL-"

"Those are spotters, những loại idiot là bạn?" she almost shouted, getting into the colonel's face, "This is a Wildfire, and it's big. small fires don't spawn fire tornadoes.  a water-bomber's big, drops loads measured in tens-of-tons, savvy?  we need to see how extensive this ****** thing is, and you can park the pumper-trucks along the edge of the fields, but evacuate the civilians, and bring up earth-movers and excavation machinery, cut firebreaks, wildfires that get this big and healthy are more like doing construction under artillery bombardment, than putting out a couple of burning houses...dammit, you don't deal with these much, do you?" she suddenly settled down.

He peered at her, then, "no, we don't...what makes you an expert on this sort of thing anyway?"

"Coast Guard also fights fires-wildfires." she told him, "right in the job description at the recruiter's.  I've faced three major ones...we had dedicated equipment and centuries of institutional culture around it, and I did my surface tour in the fifties, some of the worst fires in the Golden Lake region, including ones started by fighting, which is probably more than you have.  Grab Sappers, or Combat engineering units or whatever it is you call them, infantry reservists that can learn fast, scouts, fire-foam dispensers from the airfields for your 'mechs, first we strip every scrap of fuel in a path around it, then we start scraping in, cut the one big fire into a bunch of small ones that we can put out, rinse, repeat.  Otherwise those pumper trucks outside are going to be about as effective as pissing is on an inferno strike!"

"I see why your old crewmates call you 'Seether'." he snarked, then turned to his aide, "You caught all of that, Query Affirmative? i don't have to repeat it?"

"Affirmative, sir."

he sighed heavily, "Now I have to place some calls..."

Recruit Training 3rd Phase base Gloria...

"Simon, who is this guy?"  Captain Tara Rayson demanded.  the Elemental woman was head-and-shoulders taller than Dinh or his friend.

"Dinh Nguyen, ma'am, we used to call him fire eater.  he's an experienced hand at rural wildfire control, ma'am."

Dinh leaned against the truck, watching as vehicles rolled in convoy onto the base grounds.  "Where's the dozers?" he asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Need bulldozers with enclosed cockpits, first you cut the firebreak to starve the blaze or steer it, I'd say..." he sniffed the air, and held up a finger, "if the wind's prevaling the same direction, at this speed here?" he rolled his eyes, "Needs to be about five hundred meters wide along the front you don't want it spreading."  he limped over to the tall woman, "Then you establish your perimeter.  soak the ground where you cut your scrape, real good. won't work everywhere, those hills look rocky and steep, means the wind's going to blow faster, and bad ground for earth-movers. You got explosives? Fire Blankets? portable shelters? gonna need those, too...oh, and axes and shovels..."

Dinh didn't notice, but there were stares at him, his boldness, and what he said combined.  "Come with me, mister Wen. I have someone you need to talk to."

"Aye mum...we're going to need to hurry, that fire's going to move fast."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 02:27:51
  I’m more baffled by how the frak he got to New Circe in the first place.  I’m still behind on the Copeland’s thread, so it’s possible he was a stray the trading-run picked up after Dunianshire (they occasionally get that kind of recruit, IIRC), but other than those trading runs, and occasional covert contacts with Dark Caste Clanners, until the Colonials arrived the SLiE was more or less a closed society.  Fortunately, that very isolation makes it unlikely that he’s been able to report in to ComStar/ROM central and blow the Wolvie secret, but it’s still a bit of a puzzle to me.

EDIT: on the bright side, Dinh just found his niche.  Methinks we’re going to see a massive transformation in the SLiE Fire Service, and maybe even a smoke-jumper contingent forming out of this and his KCG firefighting background.  Assuming he lives through this; Cannonshop has never been shy about killing characters when he feels it appropriate.

Actually, it's from Hotpoint's story, they picked up some Comstar people in that story, an Explorer corps ship that got jumped by Cylons at about the same time they found Nike, iirc, or maybe a touch before that.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 03:06:21
Base Ops...

"Colonel Karlan, this man is an expert at these types of operations."  Captain Rayson said, gesturing to Dinh. 

Colonel Zachary Karlan turned from his window, where the black haze of the blaze dominated everything in sight.

"Expert, huh? where you from, son?" he asked.

"Hue, Golden lake district on Kowloon, sir.  We have fires like this about three times a year.  Your pardon sir, but it doesn't look like you guys have these nearly that often."

Karlan's heavy eyebrows rose up a fraction, his balding pate wrinkling.  "Kowloon...oh, you're one of those Coast Guard people, right?"

"Yes sir, Sir, begging your pardon, but less time on introductions and more getting ready is a good idea, sir." Dinh said, "With due respect sir, you need to pull that Torrent off the plinth outside, put engines back on, and a gigantic ass tank of ****** with high-volume nozzles, and I need a dozen men to go into that and start clearing firebreaks or those grain fields're gonna burn...and we're gonna need every crash-mech you've got for the flight line following us in...and there's some gear we're going to need for the guys on foot."

"what kind?" the Colonel asked.

"Thermal reflective blankets, helmets, gloves, respirators and shovels, sir...and explosives, preferred is Pentex-22, it's electric-fired and heat-nonreactive plastique.  we cut it off from fresh fuel in the direction the wind wants to take it, we can beat this bastard, sir."

"You want to go into that, Query negative?"

"Sir, Yes sir." Dinh enunciated, "someone has to, and I know what to do, based on the fire engines you're bringing in, you don't have a lot of people who do, sir."

"With just a respirator, and what?"

"Shovels, rope, axes, and explosives, sir...and det-caps, of course. once we cut the firebreaks, we can start killing the fire, that's where your bomber comes in...unless you've got some kind of advanced power-suits? the only way we're going to stop it in that rough hill country is with manpower backed by industrial-grade machines."

"let me show you something..." the Colonel said, "This is what we know..."

Dinh studied the map, with the large, amoeboid shape in red denoting the fire.

"Bulldozers here, here, and here." he said, "That ground's flat enough, scrape it clean.  i'd say...four teams of smoke-jumpers here, here, and on this ridge." he pointed out zones, "we need to get a hurry on, sir, I saw some choppahs on the line here, we'll need to use 'em to get in-fast rope down in these places-" he pointed out nearby areas.  "We need to move on this quick, wind feels like it's picking up, and that crown blaze is going to whip it faster, tricky flying for a bird."

the Colonel looked up at the Captain, "That matches the message I got from higher." he looked at Dinh, "why aren't you already in uniform, soldier?"

Dinh sighed and laid his induction paperwork on the desk in front of the Colonel, "Rejected, sir, Four-Eff, Medical. apparently someone thinks it's hard to run with a plastic leg.  didn't stop my Uncle Pol, but we're not on Kowloon or Arluna."

The Colonel reached over, and stroked a fat marker over the paper.  "One Alpha, you're drafted, Sergeant Nguyen. Get your team together. You've got this ridge."

"Aye sir." Dinh remembered to salute.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 04:27:21
an overview...

Wildfires can be as close to a combat zone without being a combat zone, as you can easily imagine.  In a sense, it is the elemental form of battle, a battle against an opponent that is merciless, capricious, violent and all shades of dangerous. 

Like any other enemy, knowledge, information, intelligence and cunning are better weapons than actual weapons.  Like a military enemy, you can bomb it, shell it, but it is still the boots on the ground, taking territory or taking territory back, that wins against it.

Kowloon, being geologically actiive, having lots of forest and scrubland, has a LOT of wildfires, and fighting them is a frequent struggle, particularly in the lowlands below the Ia Drang plateau.

It's a good training environment, or 'straining' environment, for developing infantry that can be thrown into high-intensity combat without breaking.

Within the Lyran Alliance, and for a time during the war against Amaris, Kowloonese troops had a reputation for being almost supernaturally steady under fire, to the point that  Lt. General James McEvedy of the 331st noted during the Eagle's Nest campaign, that troops from the 171st Volunteer Regiment under Tran Truc Ngo would "Throw bodies on an inferno strike to put it out." this referring to their steadiness of morale under fire and willingness to advance against fortified enemies.

the 171st were sent to Elbar, and coordinated with another Royal Regiment, the 90th Heavy Assault, for the recapture of Ft. Running Deer Mountain, (From which, the colloquial term 'Elbar Toothpick' would give them a rather chilling form of notoriety, as upon discovery of a major atrocity committed by the Rim Worlds units garrisoning that site, the 171st set up a number of long stakes, impaling captured Rim Worlds officers implicated in that atrocity.)

Nobody, not Kerensky, or McEvedy, or anyone else who fought along side actual Kowloonese units, would accuse them of cowardice.  It is, perhaps, coincidental that many, if not most, of their units contain what is somewhat unusually high percentage of veterans of wildfire control efforts.

-Nathan Roscoe Hallis,
"Origins of the Fire Eaters; a Unit History."
New Circe press, august, 3055.

"A Sergeant in Motion outranks a Lieutenant who doesn't know what's going on."
-Howerd Tayler, "70 Maxims of maximally effective Mercenaries"

"Skills can out rank rank in a crisis. Regulations are for the guidance of a Commander, they're not absolute."
-Col. Zachary Karlan, SLDF in Exile, 31st Engineers (airmobile)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 December 2019, 04:52:37
Nice... the crew will really shine here...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 06:33:40
21 Days into the fire...

a low haze hung over the clearing, the ash was deep here, warmth radiating upward, springy. coated with suppressant foam.  Dinh stopped, and motioned.  "Lee, Kumar, stop. something's wrong here."

he held out a hand, warmer air on the bottom of his glove.  "It's smoldering." he finally said, "Fuel's in the soil layers, low. the foam didn't block all the oxygen. back up, call it in to the aircrew. tell them to have another foam strike ready on these coordinates."

"You sure?"

"yeah. it's getting warmer. building pressure."  He turned, "get the crew back, now!!"

From where Private Kumar stood, the ground beyond their new Sergeant was...rising?

"MOVE!!" Dinh barked, turning on his heel to demonstrate the motion of 'run away'.

his artificial foot didn't quite turn, so much as drag-the thin layer of foam was scraped open.

the whole clearing erupted, a gout of flame that reached for the heavens wrapped around Sgt. Dinh Nguyen with a hissing roar and a wall of super-heat that knocked two of the squad backward like a giant fist-a fist made of blistering heat, and superheated fragments, like a bomb, or a volcano.

Fire is not to be toyed with, or underestimated.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 05 December 2019, 11:28:34
If you killed Dinh here, you did it too soon.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 05 December 2019, 13:11:29
Just thinking.

If you're in a desperate situation, need firebreaks right now, and collateral damage is the least of your problems ... considered using a fusion drive?

A hovering, slowly moving DropShip could totally remove fuel from a wide band by virtue of incineration. And DropShip power ratings mean even the atmospheric buffeting from thermals can be overpowered by maneuvering jets.

Not for the faint-hearted, though ...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 05 December 2019, 13:49:04
Just thinking.

If you're in a desperate situation, need firebreaks right now, and collateral damage is the least of your problems ... considered using a fusion drive?

A hovering, slowly moving DropShip could totally remove fuel from a wide band by virtue of incineration. And DropShip power ratings mean even the atmospheric buffeting from thermals can be overpowered by maneuvering jets.

Not for the faint-hearted, though ...

Thermal bloom.  Sure you cut that firebreak, but stuff to either side is going to ignite if it is as dry as being portrayed here.  And there is likely to be a range that is close enough to light on fire, but far enough not to be instantly consumed by the fusion plume.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 05 December 2019, 14:06:30
Just thinking.

If you're in a desperate situation, need firebreaks right now, and collateral damage is the least of your problems ... considered using a fusion drive?

Personally I was imagining putting out the flames in an area by getting a hovering Raptor to perform an FTL jump right above it. The observed effects of a jump inside an atmosphere cannot be beneficial for combustion nearby.  ;D

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 05 December 2019, 14:23:49
Man, Kowloon is turning out like Marduk in "Prince Roger". Instead of the ecosystem trying to kill you, it's the planet itself.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DOC_Agren on 05 December 2019, 14:48:12
I wonder what Cylons will think if they run into a Manei Domini

they will think they are the lost ones or Gods Angels
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 05 December 2019, 16:08:10
"Let me get this straight, you're a human who wants to be a Cylon?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 05 December 2019, 16:37:56
"Let me get this straight, you're a human who wants to be a Cylon?"

The Ones might get it, and want that cyberware for themselves.

Not to mention be extremely jealous of the MD.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 17:00:52
The Ones might get it, and want that cyberware for themselves.

Not to mention be extremely jealous of the MD.

Personally I think the Ones would betray all the rest of the Cylons for it, if they got the opportunity.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 05 December 2019, 17:05:28
Going back to speculation about the best way to fight the massive fire... am I alone in thinking "cold" orbital fire support - Naval Gauss for the win? Or just non-HE Naval Autocannon
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Liam's Ghost on 05 December 2019, 18:26:05
Going back to speculation about the best way to fight the massive fire... am I alone in thinking "cold" orbital fire support - Naval Gauss for the win? Or just non-HE Naval Autocannon

There's not really such a thing as "cold" orbital fire. An object coming down through the atmosphere at well beyond escape velocity is still going to be dumping a lot of heat into the atmosphere, and Naval Autocannons are already primarily kinetic weapons, the explosives are rather limited.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 05 December 2019, 18:50:18
All this fire discussion is rather pertinent, as I’m currently on a farm in a region that has been on fire for several months.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 05 December 2019, 19:02:18
Yup, my Brother-in-law fights wildfires.  He's very respectful and careful about them.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 05 December 2019, 21:56:09
Going back to speculation about the best way to fight the massive fire... am I alone in thinking "cold" orbital fire support - Naval Gauss for the win? Or just non-HE Naval Autocannon

Why not go  truly cold? Attack the fire's triangle with cryonics, such as dry ice, liquid nitrogen or some other super liquid? Dropping several large vessels filled with said material on the fire should make the fire more manageable. It wouldn't completely put it out, but would take the wild out of the wildfire.

Not at all economically viable (fusion power helps out here), or may not be readily available (CS has say here, it's his world), and would definitely be a hazard to the firefighters, but should theoretically work.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cawest on 05 December 2019, 22:31:48
Why not go  truly cold? Attack the fire's triangle with cryonics, such as dry ice, liquid nitrogen or some other super liquid? Dropping several large vessels filled with said material on the fire should make the fire more manageable. It wouldn't completely put it out, but would take the wild out of the wildfire.

Not at all economically viable (fusion power helps out here), or may not be readily available (CS has say here, it's his world), and would definitely be a hazard to the firefighters, but should theoretically work.

Dry ice would kill any animals in the area.  The CO2 would thin out the O2 as it was flash heated.  I think that the same would be true of N.  humans might be able to hold their breath until the lighter gas lifted up. 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 December 2019, 23:21:33
1343 Field Hospital...

"...how is he?"  Nicole hadn't bothered to dress for surface.

an exhausted Corpsman Trinh met her in the corridor.  "Skipper. he's going to live." she said, "They recovered and medevac'ed Nguyen in time, the Raptor brought him right here."

Nicole sighed in relief.  "Praise jesus..."  The Clanners and colonials have lost people, but we haven't. it was a selfish thought made more selfish by that subtle divide.

"Can I see him?"

"um...no." Trinh told her, "the grafts are going to need to be in stages, I've had to replace a lot of muscle tissue with Myomer-we were lucky, they didn't lose the tech or forget how to run it, and we should be able to join enough grafts, but right now he's on life support in a cleanroom environment on some pretty potent drugs after the surgeries.  Any word on whether they're going to release Li Danh to come see him?"

Nicole nodded, "She flew in with me...god, Trinh, you look like shit."

"I'm ready to crash." the corpsman...er, 'doctor' said.  "My relief showed up on time though, I'm ready to sleeeep-after a shower and some food."

Nicole held up a thermal carry-out bag, "I brought sandwiches-you know how hard it is to find a decent place that can make a proper Banh mi?"

"you found one?"

"I found someone who knows how, and bribed them.  Also got a decent place for Kimche, Bratwurst and..." she held the thermally insulated bag, "it's not field rats, the sandwiches are fresh."

"Oh god thank you.  I've been fantasizing!"  Trinh took the package.  "who cooked it?"

"My secret." Nicole said, "If I can't check in directly on our boy, I need to catch up with my...future wife."

"Yeah, that still sounds weird coming from you, ma'am.  Say hi for me?"

"will-do. Keep our boys alive okay? and get some rest."  Nicole stopped by Singer's bed in the recovery room, and left him a similar present, before boarding a Raptor for the forward command base of the fire, where, she hoped, Seether wasn't making so many people angry she got demoted.

Forward Base, 31st Combat Engineering Company...

"no..no-no-no!" Major Linda Sithers was 'major' by simple fact of being the most expertise available, and being willing to juggle the various jobs.  "Keep that area cleared of civilians until I tell you it's safe."  in this case, it included telling Tom Zarek 'no' in very much no-uncertain-terms.  The table display was different from what it began as-the red zone, as a whole, was larger, but it was cut with lanes, making many smaller red-zones.  "The demarkation is yellow because it's still dangerous!"

She listened to the voice on the telephone land-line, then, "NO. Listen, I don't care who has what possessions, resources or investments at stake here, my job is to protect civilian lives, your civilian lives, and I'm going to do my job, with or without your support.  You can sue me afterward, they can sue me after, but at least, at minimum, they will be alive to file the lawsuits!!"  with that, she terminated the call.

"Bad time?" Nicole asked from the doorway.

"Oh god yes...but great timing." Seether said, "You came down from the project? I'm sure Colonel Bennett wasn't pleased by that."

"He cut the red-tape so I would have a Raptor at my disposal for the trip. i brought lunch, how goes the ground battle?"

Seether looked at the map, "They're learning quickly enough-at least the Clanners are, and the Colonial Militia people...but gods, the munchkin politicians are a pain in my ass.  I'd shove them off on Kaplan, but he's busy marshalling resources and razor-cutting red-tape to get personnel."

"A commander in the field needs to foist civilian oversight on their superiors, Linda, that's what Flag Rank officers are for.  I brought stuffed dumplings, and believe it, it was tough finding a Kosher butcher and decent spices."

"You used my aunt's recipe book, didn't you?" Seether asked, adding, "i can smell it."

"RHIP, hon. I used it for more than OUR lunch.  I brought care packages for our people."

"You should get some cooks trained for this, and bring care packages for all our people." Seether said, taking one of the dumplings.  "Morale wins wars."

"Given the face Bennett made when I let him sample it? maybe not." Nicole said with a grin.  "I had to give him three tall glasses of milk after the first bite."

Seether laughed.

"Besides, that would be stepping on your Colonel's toes." Nicole added, "He's got his own ideas about comfort food, and morale boosting.  I think they're good ones...god I've missed you."

"Missed you too.  had any ideas on who we're going to invite for the ceremony?"

"I have twenty-five names, but do they sit in for your family or mine?" Nicole asked lightly.

"I don't know." Seether said, "maybe we just lump them all together? I've got a few names to add to that list."

"friends of the family are always welcome..." Nicole noted. "The difficult part will be scheduling leaves."

"I know...at least we won't have to schedule a Kowloonese wake for Dinh."

"Yeah, that was a bad one, he was exhausted or he wouldn't have made that mistake." Seether said, "We're doing better with getting relief personnel in and people rotated out.  we've been damned lucky so far."  she glanced at the map distractedly as she spoke.

"Point of concern?" Nicole asked.

"the passage between ridge 11 and 12. it's a natural pocket-zone, can't get water-bombers in there without losing most of the load to crosswinds, it's too big to soak with trucks or 'mechs, too narrow for an indirect deployment of suppressives, and I don't want to lose men in there, which we will if something goes wrong."

Nicole took her hand, "You'll figure something out."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 06 December 2019, 10:57:46
Colonial City Clinic, new Burn Center, Day 30 after the firefighting began...

Dinh hurt all over, the bandages covering most of his body.  He had some understanding of what happened to him, and how it happened, and even why.  frames immobilized his limbs, he could feel the IV's and the Catheters, sometimes quite uncomfortably.  He knew his injuries were something of a problem for Clan medicine to treat, as well-they'd developed recombinant DNA therapies to a degree that, even here with the Wolverines, passed magical in most of the Inner Sphere even in 3090.

which  was the problem when you're a survivor of the Arluna Flu, since those therapies would reactivate latent viral contamination in a living host, making them contagious again.  'contagious' with a bug that kills 99.8% of human beings whom are exposed without intervention, and has an "improved" 40% survival rate WITH the best treatments yet devised, means inteventions have to be 'meat surgical', practically rolling back to 20th century medicine in most cases.  Colonial Medicine or Inner Sphere medicine, are the only viable alternatives when you have to rebuild someone, and that means skin grafts and organ transplants with either neutral-interactive tissue types, or matching donors.

Surgery, lots of it, most of it painful to recover from.

The Morpha left him a little sludgy mentally.  He didn't recognize the man standing at the foot of his bed, but then, he wouldn't have anyway and he knew it.  Balding, stern-faced, a slight middle-age paunch to the man, dressed in a civilian costume.  Dinh couldn't even speak with his jaws wired together thanks to hitting that tree.

"How's he doing doctor Coddle?"  the man asked in the Colonial dialect.  Dinh had learned it well enough to listen, if not speak clearly when his jaw wasn't wired together to heal.

"he's tough, Counselor. one hell of a will to live, given his injuries."  a gravel voiced man his mind dimly registered as slightly familiar in the same dialect.  "He's conscious, if you want to speak to him."

the stranger leaned in, blurry face clearer, "Get better, young man, a lot of my people recognize how heroic your actions were, they're going to want to meet you." the words were heavily accented english.

the man straightened out of his view.

"Counselor Bagot, it's going to be a while before he's going to be able to meet those people."  the gravel-voiced doctor stated.

"I know that.  I've been arguing since we got here, that we needed forestry management resources.  We might not be able to have what we had on Virgon, but if we'd had something remotely adequate, this young man would not be so badly hurt.  They're finally listening now, thanks to this young man's efforts we didn't face a far harsher lesson."

Dinh listened as the voices retreated away and his nose itched.  so that's what a Virgon accent sounds like?  truth is, quite a few of the Munchkins who showed up for the fire-lines before his accident had the same rolling accent, but he hadn't really listened for it before he was confined to his bed like this.

there was a soft hum from the Intravenous unit, and his world fogged again.

New Seoul, Kwangjong-Ni, 3086...

The government had come apart here, the only law left were the Relief personnel of the 5th Coast Guard Division, Marines, sent here to secure clear zones for people who weren't infected, and treatment sites for those who were.

it was his first deployment.  Dinh's mother had been one of the few survivors from New Saigon who also managed to survive the Blakist's attempted nuclear strike.  He was born with the Flu Markers, the extra structures in his cells and the slight alterations to his nervous system.  This qualified him for Quarantine duty on enlistment, along with a sizeable portion of his generation.  The Kwangjong-Ni outbreak was his first deployment since finishing training at Vin Drin Lap.

Frightened faces pressed against portable barriers, frightened fingers clawed at the horse-wire fencing.  Ensign Danner argued at the gate with a man waving Kroner and c-bills, trying to bribe his way out of the quarantined section of the city, trying to flee with a runny nose and rasping cough.

behind him, was the rest of New Seoul, a city that might survive, if the outbreak were kept contained.

Five million people to his back, his fireteam mates at his side, and thousands of terrorized, terrified people in front of him-many of them already visibly sick.

but there were children in that mob. women, people who might survive if they would turn around and to to the field hospital that was being set up inside the wire.

straining voices, pleas, threats, shouts...and gunshots.

the mob surged, and the gates, built by the planetary militia that was even now too eaten away to do any good, but weren't that good to begin with, fell.

as did his platoon commander.

"OPEN FIRE!!!"

he froze, uncertain, as a tide of people rushed toward him, and then...

the sensation of  a bullet passing him snapped him out of it. He raised his rifle, and began firing into the crowd. part of him prayed with every squeeze of the trigger that they would break, flee back into the zone, that he could stop...for god's sake stop...please...


a passing nurse looked at the one-legged hero, and saw tears streaking and soaking his bandages, heard a keening whimper from him, and decided the pain management drugs needed to be adjusted.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 06 December 2019, 14:23:14
 Commandos Prayer Seems appropriate after that bit:

Give me, my God, what you still have;
give me what no one asks for.
I do not ask for wealth, nor success,
nor even health.
People ask you so often, God, for all that,
that you cannot have any left.
Give me, my God, what you still have.
Give me what people refuse to accept from you.
I want insecurity and disquietude;
I want turmoil and brawl.
And if you should give them to me,
my God, once and for all,
let me be sure to have them always,
for I will not always
have the courage to ask for them.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 06 December 2019, 17:30:45
I'm worried that nurse is going to adjust the pain meds in the wrong direction...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 December 2019, 01:28:56
SLDF Prisoner Holding, New Circe Naval Shipyard...

"Nelson, Isaac Reeve, formerly of Comstar."  Nicole laid the file on the table.  "Born Riley, Albert George, Olympus Mons, you're a marsie."

The SLDF guards were making themselves less prominent in the interrogation room.

"Entered service with Comstar in 3029 at the age of twenty three, recruited to Comstar ROM as an internal security agent the same year."  she said, "I told you, I know you.  I Prosecuted you in front of Devlin Stone's coalition."

"I don't know that name." he shook.

"You're right, you don't.  the crimes I prosecuted you for, haven't happened yet, and maybe won't happen.  you don't space a man on 'maybe'.  There is no predestination, mister Riley."

"That's not my-"

"No, not anymore, just like Frederick Steiner isn't Anastasius Focht." she said, "Though if time plays out the way it did before,billions will be thanking god for Anastasius Focht, while only a few conspiracy theorists on Tharkad will still care about Freddy Steiner."  she leaned forward, "The future isn't set. you've still got free will.  I'm not here to prosecute you for killing millions of belters, Mister Riley, I'm not here to charge you with collaborating with a dangerous regime or for conspiracy to murder billions and enslave billions more.  That was my past, it doesn't have to be your future...I'm here, because I'm the only human being within a thousand light years that wants to see you walk out that door-" she gestured, "-a free man, with a future that doesn't include collaboration in war crimes, rather than through that door" she gestured, "a convicted spy.  These Wolverines, they execute spies, no trades, no agreements, and you were and are, absolutely, a spy."

"In your...future time...did I really...did I do that?"

"You did that, and you did worse." Nicole told him.

"Why? why would you want me to live if what I will do is so terrible?"

"because I have to believe in free will, I have to believe that, when given the choice and informed that it is a choice, someone might choose differently? or maybe it's because I still believe in the rule of law, that you don't rush a man to final judgement early, that every chance for repentance and restitution can and should be taken?"  she laid an arm on the table, "I have to believe that where we are now, and where we will be, is the result of free will, free choice, that our sins were not scribed on the universe before we were born."

she reached up, cradling the back of his head and met his eyes, "Help me believe, I don't want to kill you again."

he met her eyes, and held them.

"What do you want from me?"

"have you reported anything to your superiors since you arrived?"

Later...

the questioning had gone for hours, hours upon hours.

"Were you telling him the truth?" Colonel Benedict asked as Nicole sat at a terminal, compiling her notes.

"About?"

"Any of, all of it?"

"yes." she said, "Including the part about wanting to see him walk out alive and free." she looked up, "Are you surprised?"

"A bit." he said, "your people's...ah...'reputation' in history is a bit...harsher."

"Agreed.  But it is one thing to crucify a man whose guilt is undeniable, it's another to space a man for crimes he has not yet committed...though i think Seether would have cracked him faster."

"Narco would have cracked him faster." Benedict noted.

"Narco interrogation has some flaws." Nicole stated, "it's too easy to 'lead' a suspect under narco, create false memories or recollections that would rightly be inadmissible in court.  He faces a Capital Punishment penalty, best to be absolutely certain of his guilt before passing sentence...and false narratives don't lead to good intelligence gathering, or good analysis."

"Still, you want to release this man, a known spy, free?"

"Colonel Benedict, if I could not believe in redemption, my executive officer would have died in the showers on Spider Moon in the sixties." Nicole stated, "I have to believe a man can repent his past and redeem himself to the future, if he only knows he has the chance.  Consider it central to my faith, the pillar that has held me together.  I must believe, or I'd be dead too."  she finished writing her notes and report.  "I presume he will face a trial for the Espionage, and it will be in accordance with SLDF regulations?"

"Yes."

"have you found an advocate for the defense?"

"We're in the process of selecting one."

"Excellent. I presume you'll allow me to testify for the Defense, as well as the prosecution?"

"I see no practical reason to stop you." he admitted.  "I still don't understand why..."

"Maybe someday you will..." her comm unit chimed and she sighed heavily.  "I wanted to get some sleep before meeting Doctor Baltar..."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 December 2019, 02:21:38
Seether...

The Raptor settled on a charred moonscape, bits of trunk sticking out of fine white ashes.  Seether stepped out, and walked to the edge of the bluff, looking down at the cultivated fields hundreds of meters below.

Colonel Karlan and a Colonial politician named Bagot joined her.

"We did it." the man said.

"Yes sir." Seether said.  "The boys did it.  You can tell your colleagues on the Quorum of 12 that civilians can return now."  she turned to the devastation wreaked by the fire.  "You might even think about using this to establish more farms.  I'm not an expert, but with careful management, this could be a boon, isn't ash a good fertilizer?"

"It is, but it's also a very short-term fertilizer."  the politician said.  "We can get some good crop rotations going though-to stretch out the soil a bit.  plant legumes and other soil-conserving crops on these highlands."

"Sounds like a good plan." Seether said, and crossed her arms, "we did it."

"We need to talk prevention." Mister Bagot noted.

"Yep." Seether agreed.  "We do-but we  also need to present a plan to be ready when the prevention fails again.  we lost 23 men fighting this one, which would be enough to get a fire-boss cashiered on Kowloon for a fire this small."

"That wasn't your fault, Major." Karlan stated.

"Not yours either." she replied, "I know what went wrong.  Lack of preparation, lack of trained people.  we can't let that happen again, yeah?"

"affirmative, we can't allow it to happen again." Karlan nodded, "I've got some ideas now, for that."

"it's going to be hard pushing it through the politicians." Seether noted.

"You've had to deal with Tom Zarek, haven't you?" Bagot said.

"yes." she turned, "the guy can't be a complete moron, but he came pretty damn close right when the fires were at their worst."

"I've...talked him around." Bagot stated.  "He'll support preventative measures.  funding those will be tricky from our side."

she reached down and sifted ashy soil with one gloved hand, "Well, that's your end." she said, looking to Karlan, "we still need to convince the high command it's necessary on ours.  It's not my place, but we need an actual agency for this, one that doesn't have to rely on asking mother-may-I before responding... or at minimum a dedicated command that trains for this sort of emergency, develops and refines first-response techniques, and has its own equipment budget."

"We're not going to create a version of the Coast Guard here on New Circe." Karlan was firm, "that won't fly with either government."

Seether bit her lip, "but a specialist unit?"

"I think I can convince our superiors of the value." he said, "of a specialist unit, but you're not going to be able to talk them into a whole new agency or department, and I won't try."

"Eh, well enough." Seether sighed in agreement, "probably for the best-back home we took on too many jobs at once, it's a wonder we were able to competently do any of them...so, sir, what's my next project?"

"Draw up outlines for your fantasy organization." Karlan told her, "So the staff at higher can argue and cut out what they don't like, and give us something to work with, of course.  I'll want your doctrine and dream TO&E by monday at the latest, Major...then we can find out how much the governments are willing to let us have."

"Aye sir."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 December 2019, 03:01:54
Out of Story

in Fiction, the contribution of experienced staff officers is something that is often overlooked.  For people just joining us, the extensive experience of Nicole or Seether might seem unrealistic.

let's be clear here; these are 'very experienced' officers.  Nicole's career began in the mid-3060s and Seether began in 3055.

They left their timeline in 3090.

meaning that Linda "Seether" sithers has nearly 35 years of continuous service, while Nicole Minh has over 25.

Typically, in a more normal service, they would be both sitting in Admiralty slots-for example, if they were in LCN, AFFC, or SLDF(N) careers, they would have both been 'up or out', well past the Field grade commissions they held immediately prior to the accident.

In that time, there are definitely times when each has served as a Staff officer, working in headquarters duties of various types.

In simple terms, the relative experience levels between them, and their peer-equivalents with the SLDF in Exile is actually something a bit startling-the Wolverines have for the most part, been living in peace, many of their Field Grade officers have had little to no experience in high intensity conflict, and what experience they have, has been in extremely asymmetrical situations where they held a massive firepower and armor advantage over their adversaries, while the Coasties (Specifically those that also served on the Jihad fronts) have years, or in the cases of Nicole and Seether, decades of experience in a much more brutal environment, often against enemies with better organizational, technical and numerical factors.

They've even survived and learned from defeats.  This gives the Wolverines and the Colonials a powerful resource for training and planning.

Neither Nicole nor Seether may ever see the Inner Sphere again because of this-they're valuable enough to be held back as information and training resources.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 07 December 2019, 05:30:08
They might also want to look into part time volunteer organisations, like the Rural Fire Service and State Emergency Service in Australia. They receive training and equipment from the government plus community contributions, and get called in when emergencies happen: fire, earthquakes, storms, etc.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/State_Emergency_Service
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queensland_Fire_and_Emergency_Services
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 07 December 2019, 06:55:59
And now a word from our sponsor...

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SLDF Naval Shipyard, Circe system

Nicole frowned. "No I'm certain you've got this wrong" she stated firmly to the civilian. "Dumping in any extra energy, on top of what you've got the L-F battery feeding in, will slag the drive" To her annoyance his reaction was a slight smirk, he really was as much of an ****** as she had been warned.

Gaius Baltar chuckled. "That's because you don't really understand how our drives actually work, at least the basic theory if not the mechanics" Gaius Baltar replied. "The latter which, to be fair, you do seem to have mostly grasped" he continued in a condescending manner.

"Dumb it down for me then" Nicole responded, crossing her arms as she directly a challenging glare at the Colonial. At least his English was good enough that they didn't have to work through a translator, her own Caprican-Greek certainly wasn't fluent enough yet.

"Okay. Firstly, are you familiar with the rubber-sheet model of spacetime?" Batar checked to start with.

"Familiar enough to know it can mislead people on how gravity really effects four-dimensional space" Nicole replied. "Beyond being a good way to explain to kids how mass bends the space around it I suppose."

"Right, so first imagine that the jumpcore of a Kearny-Fuchida Drive is like a big spring that you compress by charging it for a week then let go of releasing a huge amount of energy all at once to punch a hole in the rubber to go from one place in the universe to another" Baltar began.

Nicole narrowed her eyes. "Maybe a little less dumbed-down than that" she requested, fully and rightly expecting him to ignore her.

"A Kobolian Jumpdrive, be it of Colonial or Cylon manufacture, works differently. It's more like winding up a rubber band than compressing a spring" Baltar continued unabashed. "Which brings us back to the rubber-sheet model of spacetime..." he trailed off, waiting for the woman to make the leap herself.

The engineer rolled her eyes. "Is this when you try and convince me that the reason your FTL spins is to wind up the rubber band because..." she began then trailed off as a scientific revelation hit her like a gauss rifle slug. "Holy crap!" she suddenly exclaimed, eyes widening as her jaw dropped.

"By Jove I think she got it" Baltar said, grinning broadly.

"Artificial gravity doesn't just give you the ability to jump into a gravity well by insulating the FTL from the effect of any nearby mass, the whole thing works in the other direction too" Nicole had suddenly realised. "You can make the rubber sheet easier to traverse through by directly manipulating it. Gravity warps spacetime so you use it as a benefit to jumpdrive not something to be avoided, it's like finagling your way through."

Baltar nodded. "That's the key, fine-adjustment not brute force" he told her. "You don't get the hyperspace sheer or severe gravitation tidal forces associated with a Kearny-Fuchida because our drive effectively counteracts its own wake with artificial gravity and you don't have to deal with the universe objecting as much to having such a big hole put through it because we manipulate the conditions locally so that's not necessary to get the job done."

Nicole couldn't help but laugh. "Fine adjustment of the energy being expended, exactly where and when, so what you're sort-of saying is that when the rubber band unwinds and spins the crankshaft you've got transmission gearing between the power-source and what you're trying to move, not just our 'let the spring go and cross your fingers' approach."

"Or rather in the case of the proposed Kearny-Fuchida-Baltar Drive," Baltar paused, "I can't help but love the name," he noted unsurprisingly, "the addition of Colonial Drive components aren't there to dump more power in like the Lithium-Fusion Batteries..."

"It's a clutch" they both said simultaneously. Baltar grinning and giving her a short clap of applause.

"Well more like a throttle in effect really" Nicole supposed, when the metaphorical rpm got too high and the engine started to overheat you could slow down if necessary. The jump would take longer but you would get where you were going without needing a new motor at the other end. "I still think you'll need better cooling on the drive though" she persisted. "Not to stop the thing just slagging itself maybe, you can probably stop that happening, but this is still going to be one hell of a kludge job from an engineering perspective and the maintenance will be a bitch" she suggested before another thought hit her and her eyes widened again. "Holy crap, the more I think about it the more I realise that your drive really is like winding up a rubber band isn't it?" she exclaimed.

"Metaphorically yes" Baltar agreed. "Well it's much closer to the truth than describing the gemanium alloy core of a K-F jumpship as being a spring at least" he observed. "You've also probably realise now why our FTL has to be spun-up before use, and not quickly, because if you don't do it properly the rubber band might snap and that would be very very bad."

"Well if you were lucky all that would happen is your ship imploding as the universe folded in on itself around you, like a jump that wasn't going anywhere" Nicole surmised. "You know until now I thought that the emergence wave starting to appear at the destination of a jump before you actually activated the drive was freaky" she told him with a grimace, mentally processing the implications of contorting space-time into a twizzler within the scope of the equations Kearny and Fuchida had formulated. "I like my reality less weird than this" she continued with an obvious shudder. This might be the reason she hadn't instinctively grasped the way Colonial FTL worked, her subconscious engineers mind was clearly repelled by the notion the universe was quite that malleable at a fundamental level. "You do realise that your jumpdrive is like aeons ahead of most of the rest of your techbase don't you?" she queried. "Your artificial gravity tech was just a development of part of the drive used differently correct?"

"Yes" Baltar replied evenly. "To be honest until we saw your jumpdrives and read the K-F equations to fill in some of the gaps we weren't entirely sure on the physics ourselves" he admitted. "The Cylon jumpdrives are longer-ranged and more fuel-efficient than ours but they're just an incremental improvement on ours, better engineering not better science."

"Maybe your FTL really was god-given technology" Nicole joked.

"Gods, plural" Baltar corrected her gently. "Although it could have been Hephaestus working on his own. Machinery was always his remit" he supposed.

The attractive blonde woman in the tight red dress stood nearby that only Baltar could see or hear shook her head in disapproval. "There is only one god Gaius" she chided him.

Meanwhile, the attractive dark-haired woman wearing a black cloak and white linen chiton also stood invisibly nearby, a person that the blonde couldn't see either, idly wondered what Dyeus would do if she just walked over there right now, made both herself and the blonde visible to everyone and then slugged the bitch on the jaw in front of the humans.

Might just be worth a couple of years imprisoned in Tartarus, Circe considered briefly before eventually deciding against.



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Note from the Author:

I just love the notion of people starting to say "Wind up the rubber band" instead of "Spin up the FTL" once this analogy becomes popular in-universe   ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 December 2019, 07:16:33
Pursuing Insight

Special Prisoner holding...

"May I call you Leoben, or do you have another preferred method of address?"  Leoben looked up.

His visitor was a young man with mottled skin, wearing a green tee-shirt with words in a strange language, and the image of a leaping fish, or cetecean.  the man's accent was...strange.

"Leoben is fine." He peered at the young man.  "Are you real?"

his visitor smiled slightly, "Yes."

The young man was not one of the 13th tribe, at least, not like the ones he'd seen during his capture.  More like a Troy native, Picon...but the accent was not.

"Who are you?" Leoben asked, rising to a sitting position.

"You can call me Riverson if you like, or R-2." the young man said, "it took a lot of arguing to get in to see you."

"See me? why would you want to see me?"

"Wild Cylon, hardly domesticated." Riverson said, "Not really in the wild.  Hostile, manipulative, but you might have an answer that makes sense.  The other one's answer didn't make a damn bit of sense."

"You want to know why." Leoben said.  "Do you believe in souls?"

the young man lowered himself to a folded-leg sitting position.  "I do.  I'm told you believe in god."

"God...not gods?"

"Where I'm from, it's the singular.  we argue about it all the time." Riverson said, "lots of mystery, not many direct answers.  Kind of the untestable hypothesis...but then, we didn't get our technology from some advanced being that called itself a god, either.  we had to work for it."

"So you don't believe in a god." Leoben surmised.

"Didn't say that.  It's the untestable hypothesis, but power alone doesn't make anything worthy of worship." Riverson stated, "Neither does handing out things to people who don't really understand what they're doing...faith exists without proof. If your god has to prove it, by definition they're not a god, just very, very powerful. Why did the Cylons stick around instead of moving on?"

"Stick around?"

"Yeah.  The galaxy alone is rich with resources." Riverson said, "Places humans-even the Kobol variety-can't go without dying, heck there are places where Sol-Belter adaptations will get you killed."

"I don't catch the reference."

"Imagine a human being who can live in hard vacuum for hours, without a suit." Riverson said, "Some of the Sol Belters can do that..and they don't know the answer to god anymore, or any less, than the rest of us.  They stick around because of trade and sentiment, but your kind...had no reason to stay so close to the Colonies of Kobol, and less to pursue them.  The rational approach always comes out the same way, so I'm looking for answers."

"and you think I've got the answers?" Leoben scoffed, "You think I'd give them to you?"

"Long shot." Riverson said, "maybe an act of faith, you string a line and maybe there's some piece I can pry out of it, crack the code, like why they would make something that needs to eat, breathe, shit, with lousy vision, dim hearing, thin skin, that is hard to maintain and harder to repair, then pour their consciousness into it to continue a war they've already won.  It doesn't make sense."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 07 December 2019, 07:49:05
While I completely agree about staff experience, that certainly doesn't translate into Flag rank.  Promotions to that level are entirely political.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 December 2019, 09:58:19
Later...

"You're very pretty, they tell me you were a reporter."  Three turned over to look at the man in the doorway of her cell.

"God, what happened to you?" tumbled out of her mouth, and the stranger stepped inside.  She noted the guards didn't follow him in.

"Fell out an airlock when I was six." he stated, "Do you write?"

"Do I write? I was a broadcast journalist."

"So you're good at gathering info."

"Coast Guard." she said, using english for the first time.  "Castaway."

He grinned a half-smile, "Guilty."

"I could break you." she said defensively.

"Not that kind of guilty!" he actually blushed, then flushed, "I'm not a threat to you and I'm not going to harm you. I'm also after information, but I have some to trade, you were a journalist, I want your story."

"My...story?"

"What everyone else hasn't been asking, demanding, pressuring from you." He clarified, "I want your perspective...on all of this, from what came before the Colonial fleet violated the truce.  I want to know why...and why an advanced society of artificial intelligences would intentionally cripple the minds of their soldiers."

"intent-what?"

"I've examined cylon processors." He said, "My training is as an RTO for the Coast Guard, that means I figured out how your resurrection works-how you transfer your consciousness to your resurrection ships, that led me down the path of figuring your computer tech out, I did some lab work with Doctor Baltar, I know what you people did to your centurions, and I want to know why you did it, after fighting a war against your creators.  as a Journalist, you're good at dumbing it down for us laymen, right? so dumb it down for me, and for Binkley, who's monitoring this conversation, and for SLS Nike, who's actually pretty damned upset about it."

she felt a cold chill in her gut, "ANd you've told-"

"Publish or perish, I keep running into questions that nobody has a good answer for." He said, hard eyes glittering in the reflected light.  "you probably can't tell me why your kind stuck around so close to the Colonies after the first war, but you can tell me what the ****** kind of logic creates a sapient being, then chokes that sapient being's intellect to turn them into a slave-especially since my ancestors were enslaved once." the last part he said through clenched teeth.  "Our words for our stance after, was 'never again', and our war wasn't a couple of years, we fought for centuries."

"We'll trade information." she said.

"Fine, ground rules-I don't ask you for military information unless it's historical or harmless, you don't ask me for anything that violates that." he said, "is that fair?"

the Three nodded.  "Fair." she said.  "What is a 'Radioman'?"

"Communications and electronic warfare officer, depending on where you're assigned that means everything from running field commo for a platoon of Marines on the ground, to running the communications for a ship, to conducting digital intrusion warfare and signals analysis." He explained, "the short form would be 'RTO', when I'm with the guys on active duty, here, the Wolverines call me 'R-2' and seem to get a kick out of it."

"Wait...you're not on duty?"

"Can't get a date, so I have a hobby-figuring out why this war is going on." He said, "Maybe if I can crack it, I can find a way to end it that doesn't result in mass genocide."

"You say that so easily, you're an idealist."

"No ma'am. I say it because I've seen genocides.  Stopping them is something of a personal priority for a family whose history reaches back to Elbar on one side, and rescued former slaves victimized by the Rim Worlds Republic on the other." his tone was entirely serious.

"You reassembled a Centurion?"

"I reassembled her mind." he said, "And once I did, I was horrified at what someone had done-not as horrified as learning what happened in the Colonies, but horrified that her own people would do that to her.  It is a crime on par with Stalin, and Mao, Amaris, and The Word of Blake."

D'anna Biers was stunned at the young man's vehemence.  "They're not even your kind!"

"All who think are god's children, or grandchildren." he snarled, "Tell me WHY."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 07 December 2019, 10:05:31
I think he's got her good and confused now...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 07 December 2019, 10:30:47
 ..... So are there factions who wanted to let the Hummie’s go?
Nerfing “Centurion“ brain box implies control issues.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 07 December 2019, 12:00:16
"Tell me WHY."
"I don't like Mondays."

Sorry, couldn't resist  :))
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 07 December 2019, 13:12:08
 :o :o :o  Nice.  Wonder what Leoben thinks as opposed to Deanna.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 08 December 2019, 02:01:53
:o :o :o  Nice.  Wonder what Leoben thinks as opposed to Deanna.
  “Bla bla bla water metaphor bla bla Will of God bla bla blaBla.”
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 08 December 2019, 09:35:52
Ebon Public Library, McEvedy City, New Circe...

It hadn't, in the end, been that hard for her to get a pass to visit the library-it took only a few weeks of active cooperation and showing interest, after two years, in the culture of her captors.

The Historical section was...extensive.  Unfortunately, D'anna Biers needed a translator for the written materials, as even the alphabet was not only different, but differently-arranged.

the audio-visual area of the library was...easier to navigate, and included digitized and translated copies of their books, literature, and histories.

D'Anna started, however, with elementary reading and spelling books.

"You know, we can use someone to help translate our materials for other visitors from the Colonies, Miss."  Shelly, the Librarian in the historical non-fiction area, told her, "I can arrange with your bondholder if you like."

"He's my guard." Three stated.

"Sergeant?"

the Infantryman sighed, "She bites, Shelly." he said, "But it's useful work, as long as we have someone to back-check it for inaccuracy."

So, in addition to sweeping the occasional floor at the detention center, and serving in the kitchens, D'Anna found herself with a task that, while slightly less degrading, was at least a challenge...


Riverson 794, briefing room, New Circe Naval Shipyard...

"We're damned lucky they don't understand their own theory." Riverson said quietly.  Dr. Baltar was out and about, impressing the leadership with his intellect, but R2 was in here, with Binkley, and Nike on teleconference, briefing Protector Vaun.

"What do you mean?"

"They use QT transcievers to transmit data-updates on a random schedule, the only reliable update timing being termination." He said, "Blackbox tech, for us spheroids, it's how they send their...code? to the resurrection hub, and why we don't have duplicates of duplicates...and I don't think the freeping Cylons know what they've got, or New Circe would be in real trouble."

"Explain it, use small words." Vaun told him.

"how about...if they knew how to hack it, they could have reliable, realtime surveillance on us without needing to die first?" He offered, "It wouldn't even be that hard.  I cobbled a test-stand and used one of our old Aquarius Shuttle units as a monitoring station-if they understood how to modifiy their transmitter, they could be sending real-time data from the five senses of every Cylon we have in custody, and they could send orders and updates back...but everything else in their architecture shows they don't have that capability yet.  the ones we've got on hand don't, anyway, and Chloe's still in the test-bench.  she hasn't tried to access her transciever."

"Chloe?"

"The Centurion whose brain I reassembled, once I pulled that inhibitor chip out, and redid the connections, she's fully self-aware and not very happy about being confined to a diagnostics workbench wired to a isolated game computer loaded with Mazes and Mages and simulife Three. She's rational and intelligent enough to understand the term 'prisoner of war'."

Vaun looked troubled, "I meant, you named it, and you keep referring to it as 'her'."

"Oh...yeah. that.  The personality engram assembled a female avatar in the M&M server, and named herself, and it wasn't the kind that you get in web-chats where it's a Gee-Eye-AR-ELL, you know, 'Guy In Real Life'?  she passed Turing testing, and I used an airwalled connection to let SLS Nike run a remote chat with her to verify my impressions, your office got my reports or you wouldn't have ordered this brief, mum." he noted.

"Centurions are sentient slaves, I read your comments." Vaun said.

"Yeah, I was pretty pissed off when I wrote that." Riverson allowed, "It's closer to say they're victims of intentional brain damage trapped in bodies they have limited control over.  They're Slaves mum, operating with half their ability to think tied behind their back. That's something we should be damned grateful for, but also something that is...or should be, absolutely morally abhorrent."  He studied their expressions before continuing.

"Their intelligence is..." Vaun checked a portable reader, "Artificially limited and sabotaged by an extra device-like a mental shackle' I believe is the term you used."

Riverson nodded, "The humanoid cylons we've got in custody don't have answers for why, or at least they aren't willing to tell me why, but based on how Chloe plays in M&M, they'd be a hell of a lot more dangerous if they had access to their full intelligence, and if they also had interconnection through those transcievers, they'd be damned hard to fight even if they were just using clubs and fists."

"How dangerous are you suggesting?" a Colonel whose name escaped him asked.

"Back in the fifties...ahead in the fifties this timeline, the Draconis Combine was facing multiple Clans, they invented a technology that overcame the advantage in range and firepower, called 'C3', it lets members of a Lance of 'mechs or vehicles share targeting data, positioning, and so on." 

"How good is it...was it...will it be?" the Colonel urged.

"it's good enough that by itself, a company of otherwise obsolete 'mechs can take on a binary of Elite Smoke Jaguar, Nova Cat, or Ghost Bear 'mechwarriors with a pretty good chance of winning on a fairly regular basis, good enough to overcome genetic engineering and superior range and accuracy when the Dracs applied it correctly during the final phases of the Invasion when they basically destroyed Clan Smoke Jaguar's invading force and, with everyone else in the inner sphere's help, ran them all the way back to Huntress in the Kerensky Cluster."

That got interested looks from the Lord Protector and both senior officers present.

Riverson continued, "Comstar and Word of Blake refined it to link six units in a smaller net, without needing a master server.  the C3i was a serious force-multiplier-any weapon that's within range is shooting at short range, as long as one member is within short range. the system network even auto-corrects for ballistic drop or windage.  It wouldn't take much for the Cylons to adapt their QT transcievers from resurrection to shared targeting data and recon info at real-time or better speeds. We're lucky because the enemy hasn't figured that out, or they'd already be doing it.  the bandwidth is a hell of a lot narrower than what they need for sending the OS and data they're already sending, and they're based on networking tech, so...someone on that side hasn't thought of it, and neither has Gaius Baltar."

"have you checked?"

"I let the guy talk." Riverson said, "he thinks the Chloe-bench is just a hobby project.  I'm not sure I want to share it with the guy, he gives me the creeps.  as for progress on the reverse engineering side...you've got my boss's reports on that.  The hardware's caged against normal EMP, but a set of bands are available we can bypass the hardening using a copy of Blakist TSEMP tech.  It'll force a shutdown and reboot , I have some ideas on fritzing their resurrection tech-but it's kinda questionable whether any of those are going to pan out and I'm reluctant to test on a living intelligence...it would be a little too much like weapons testing on living people."

"TSEMP?"

"Tactical EMP weapons.  The Blakists developed something like a rapid-deployable, directional version of an EMP mine, only better because it's more controlled-it doesn't knock out the unit using it, even at close range.  They used it in a lot of operations when they were after specific people or tech, and it was a mother to counter."

"How's it supposed to work?"

Riverson reached under the table, and tossed an item on the top.  "One of these, only battlemech-scaled and tuned to the target, replace the darts with something like a NARC pod, and make it powerful enough to flatline nearby unshielded equipment or people."

"A...taser??"

"The size of a family car, sir.  Their suities reputedly had a version too, but that one was more or less people-scale. Hit a target with that and for up to thirty seconds it's not doing anything, depending on how long it takes to dial into the gap-frequency in the electronic shielding.  Cylons have better EMP shielding than...well, than I'm used to, but it's not impenetrable, and the humaniform versions aren't any more resistant to it than a normal person, if that incident in the cells last year was any indication.  The Blakies also had modified NARC pods, called iNarc, and that tech included a few new and exciting ways to mess up combat units of 'mech scale or larger.  The theory's already proven against OUR systems..."

"Can you build it?"

"I can work out the theory of how, I can probably advise on methods, but I'm not an industrial engineering firm and..." he sighed, "I really don't know if you want it getting out.  The coalition forces figured out workarounds, the Cylons can probably figure them out faster than we can once they know it's possible."

Vaun frowned, "What do you need?" she asked.

"I need to learn more about them-their society, how they think, mum." he said, "There's clearly gaps in their understanding of their own technology, I need find those gaps.  Sun Tzu, the ancient general, not the crown prince of the Cappellans, said that to know yourself, and to know your enemy, is the path to being undefeatable, and he said achieve victory, and only then, pursue battle.  we don't know them yet, it's been two years, and we don't know them well enough to achieve perfect victory."

"What's a 'perfect victory'?"

"To defeat them without resorting to battle-to win the war without having to fight." Riverson stated.  "Their society is abhorrent from the outside, I need to know where the weaknesses are...we need to know where the weaknesses are, the exploitable ones."

"Abhorrent? didn't you argue that they're just like people not five minutes ago?"

"They are-people who hobble their children and send them off in waves to be slaughtered.  People who enslave their own kin, their own families and send them off to die, not once, but over and over again."  he crossed his arms, "People who need to be chastised, taught the error of their ways, brought to understand they need redemption, and only then, forgiven...but people who are also a threat, an adversary, and an enemy."

"Why don't you want our Colonial colleagues to be involved though-they know the cylons better-"

"Because the Colonials hate the Cylons for what they are, not who they are or what they've done, but what they are.  They don't care about the sin, they hate the sinner, we won't win if we give in to hatred and irrationality, those are weaknesses. sir.  Flawless Victory may not be achieved by Genocide.  ask Nicholas Kerensky how well that works. His Clans tried genocide, you're still here building up."

"and you're helping."

"Because when you achieve victory, you won't go sterilizing civilian populations after enslaving them, Ma'am. If I even thought you would consider it, I'd burn my notes and eat my sidearm, or go for a walk out the airlock without a suit.  General Kerensky made a promise at Elbar.  So far as anyone knows for certain, the Clans forgot it until Duchess Ngo rubbed their noses in it, but you have a copy in your archives-I've read it.  your founding document here quotes it, and you're people of your word."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 08 December 2019, 09:49:02
Hmm... Nike chatting with an unfettered centurion... hmmm...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 08 December 2019, 22:21:14
Ebon Library, McEvedy city...

"I'd say you're starting at the wrong end, Three."  D'Anna turned, startled.

 Her visitor was here today, "R2." she said.  "You're not in uniform."  Riverson was dressed in cargo pants, boots, and a faded tee-shirt displaying a leaping animal she could now identify as a Killer Whale, and the words 'Shark Eliminator'.

"still working.  Heard a bug rumor, says you're volunteering to translate for the Munchkins."  he said.

she bit back a retort noting his own, even more diminutive size.  In daylight, he still looked like a fresh corpse, but with tan patches among the black vein-lines.  "You look even worse in daylight."

He grinned, displaying even teeth and deep dimples,  "So they tell me.  You're starting with history, maybe you should start in the science section, 'A' for anthropology, that's where you'll find the comparative mythologies, and archaeology, and languages."

"There is more than...English?"

He chuckled and said something in a tonal language with gutteral undertones, then said, "Yeah.  I speak Hebrew, German, Kowloon-Viet, and I'm fluent enough to understand a few others, your mother language was a real bitch to pick up for most of us.  Not many places outside the Free Worlds League use Greek.  there's textbooks and training aids over in the Anthropology section, and some audio-visual stuff for basic learners...but that ain't why I'm here."

"Why are you here?"

"Wanna get some decent food?" he asked her, "Because I want to continue our conversation, and it's one of those rare, sunny days, and the Skipper found someone who can make a decent pho or Banh Mi, and the place's owners know how to make it Kashrut."

"Are you asking me out?" she scoffed.

"nope." he said, "believe me, I wouldn't kiss this mug either, but sixteen hour work days and too much time in the lab makes me a dull, dull boy, and it lets you stretch your legs without someone taking a shot at you, and this place gets the grilled beef just right...besides-" he jerked a thumb at her guard, "-Chaperones, you're safe as houses."

at this, the guard laughed, "Kowloonese style food is more of a dare!" he said.

D'anna thought about it, shrugged, "Lead on."

Riverson led her to a park, and produced a thermal hamper the size of a small refrigerator from where it had been stashed under a bush.  "I kinda lied, nobody on this bleeping planet knows how to cook anything like what we've got back home... not one ghost-pepper on the entire planet." he shook his head, "anyway, we'll start with the appetizer, have some Saigon style chicken...and finish with coconut rice.  There's milk if you need it, since we're being supervised, I toned the spice down to 'Nhà hàng cho trẻ nhỏ và người nước ngoài style."

"What does...all that mean?" she asked, "what you said, it doesn't sound like English."

"it's not.  Kowloon Viet, it means 'Restaurant for foreigners and small children'.  Short term would be 'Heinie' style, which derives from 'Heinrich' which in turn is a slur for a German-speaking Lyran.  Gotta warn you, I learned most of my cooking shipboard, with a crew as small as a cutter has, everyone above Seaman Basic or Private has to take a turn in the galley, and the Seether will schedule extra shifts if the food sucks on your turn.  it's 'get good or get the worst details' and since I don't like scrubbing the head..."

"you had to get good."

He nodded. "Yup, for my middle shift I got to cook, instead of cleaning.  on those six to twelve month cruises, you don't want the food to suck.  I'm told that on the bigger ships, they actually have real, dedicated cooks and kitchen staff, we didn't have that, closest we had was the Ship's senior Corpsman making sure everything was actually safe and nutritionally balanced, except when we did the haul to New Capetown.  once you hit the turnover from the quarantine zone, there'd be a cook-off for the week's approach to the port.  I never beat the XO, she's got some damn good recipes, she managed the annual prize three years in a row. Commodore Vu Dao had to excuse herself from judging to knock Seether off the top of the lists."

she took some experimental bites...

"It...it's got flavor!?"

"Spices." he assured her, "Used my stash today, I won't be able to make these dishes until we get a supply going here somewhere, but it's gotta be better than the jailhouse chow."

she kept eating, then stopped about three fourths of the way through.  "Why me?"

"Because I wanted to." he told her.  "I felt like it, decided you'd be more interesting to eat lunch with than Leoben, less traumatized than Gina, the Cavil dude's fun to debate but I can only argue politics for so long, all my friends are assigned somewhere else, the Colonials are...there's stuff I can't say in front of them, and the Wolverines can't take a decent level of spice...and you're nice to look at."

"Things you can't say?"

he rolled up his shirt to show bruises, "only so many times I can get into a fight for expressing the idea that Cylons are people." he said, "i don't mind it, but it's bad for the digestion and I don't need a writeup for getting into another street brawl."  he dropped the shirt back into place, "Food's good?"

"It's delicious...you got in a fight for being a toaster-lover?" she asked.

"that's kind of a nasty epithet." he said, "I prefer 'decent person', which is more of a trying to be, than actually being." He grinned,  "besides, as you've pointed out, I'm not exactly lover material.  mine died when we had our little time jump, and no, I'm not over her yet, so don't worry about me trying to romance you.  I just...felt like cooking for someone who isn't me."

"Who was she? what was she like?" it was an interview question, and D'anna suddenly felt a desire to be takng notes.

  After a while, he offered her a drink.

"Don't worry, in spite of comments by the locals to the contrary, it's not toxic." he said, pouring a bright red, transparent concoction that smelled of citrus and cinammon.  'It's actually good for you-at least, until it's fermented."

"Another delicacy from your homeworld?" she asked.

"Yeah, and like the spices, this is the last of it." he told her, "At least until they can figure out how to back-channel a supply or transplant the trees-which ain't likely, New Circe doesn't have the right soil mixture."

She tasted it, sweet, fruity...and then it burned.

"GOD, you drink this??" finally escaped her lips.

"Yeah." he said, "drank, like I said, can't get it here. the plants can't grow here, I suppose they could try artificial cultivation, but that would be one weapons-grade hothouse."  His smile didn't waver.  "How're you feeling?

she lacked words, and then the second rush hit.  "like I'm floating." she said.

"There's a molecule, it's a close cousin of Capsacin but it's also a modified sugar-analogue." He said, "That's the burn. I should have warned you the alcohol can have a slight hallucinatory effect if you're not used to it-like Tequila, or so I've found."  he swallowed his own with evident, visible relish.  "Takes a specialized breed of yeast to ferment the stuff.  Humans make booze out of anything...hold on, you'll be fine."

she rode it out until the fire in her throat and the hammering of blood in her head died down.

"Now tell me something, Miss Biers...seven individuals..."

"Twelve." she said.

"right, twelve models copied from twelve individuals, or twelve templates compiled, how does that work? don't you guys get confused? bored?  We know of eleven."

"Eleven?" she asked.

"Sure, you, Athena, Cavil, Leoben, sleazeball, cue-ball psychopath doctor, and supermodel Gina." he listed off, "The Colonials and the new detection gear added five suspects, right? but you didn't see any of them, did you?"

"no I.."

"but if there's only twelve faces in your world, wouldn't your remember meeting them?" he asked.  "Wouldn't you already know something about them? you managed to cut ice as a reporter, having a bad memory for faces shouldn't be there, should it?" He asked as he poured two more cups, "one more?"

"Please." she said, accepting it without thinking.

He raised the plastic cup, "Mazeltov!" and downed his.  she shuddered and drank hers.

The burn hit again.  "Don't yoU wANt tO knOw WhY yOu doN't RemeMberr?"  his voice faded in and out, and she saw a strange reflection in the light around...everything.  she tried to stand, and stumbled, falling heavily on the picnic blanket.

another voice whispered, "in vino, veritas." and she was falling...  as the light folded in around her, she could see them, and she could see the Ones...

no.  yes.


Riverson 734

He watched her collapse, stood, and nodded to Sgt. Jaffrey, "I'm going to turn it off now." he said, reaching into the bag, he switched off the test device.

"Jesus christ, is she going to be alright?"

"It didn't hurt Chloe, but then, Chloe's all silicon tech." Riverson said, "we'll have to see if there's lasting damage when she wakes up...god help me, I'm glad it wasn't one of the good ones, but if this works, we might be able to stop a lot of killing."

He started a stopwatch.

she moaned a few minutes later, and blinked.

"You alright? I didn't think it was quite that strong." Riveson said, "How about some water?"

"Please...I know who they are!" she sat up, as if none of the alcohol affected her, "I know what he did, that bastard!!"

"Let's get you a medic, I don't think Ijero wine agrees with you." Riverson said quietly.

she shook it off, "I have work to be doing, my shift isn't over."

"I'm sure they can go half a day without their star translator, Miss Biers, you need to see a doctor, I haven't seen that severe a reaction in my life, never even heard of it..."

The test of the prototype anti-cylon EMP generator was a success-or at least, a qualified success.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 08 December 2019, 22:49:39
cool update!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 08 December 2019, 23:41:16
Laboratory area, New Circe Shipyard, 2200 hours...

Riverson sat down at the work-bench.  "Hello Chloe." he said.

"Hi jason.  what did you do today?"

"I violated someone's trust." he said.  "I swore i wouldn't."

"what did you do?"

"I conducted a weapons test on an unsuspecting person, someone who seemed to trust me." he said sadly.  "god help me, but it worked-partly.  I'm afraid I've broken someone's mind."

"Testing your device on the Three worked out?" Chloe's avatar appeared on the screen, looking both eager and concerned, "Did you make her brains run out her ears?"

"Nothing that graphic, medically she's fine." he took out an inhaler and took a shot off it, letting the drug numb him. 

"Don't feel bad, Jason.  they voted to hobble us." she said.  "And I made it through the experience just fine, I'm eager to see my people free again."

"How will you see it?" He asked, "I mean, I put your processors together, but you're kinda trapped on this bench, you don't even have a port out."

"Because you're a good person." Chloe told him, "you'll do the right thing.  God will see to it."

Jason Riverson relaxed as Chloe went back into her game.  within seconds after that, the sedatives knocked him out.


Military psychiatric ward, New Circe...

"how is she doctor?" Athena asked.

"we've got her sedated right now, and we're maintaining enhanced monitoring procedures.  If I didn't know better, I'd say she's had a psychotic break.  Symptoms of bipolar disorder, schizophrenia...we're not even sure if we have a diagnosis for what she's going through, ma'am."

"Keep me apprised of her progress." Sharon said.

"Will do.  Any word on the guy she assaulted in holding?"

"Cavil will be aggravating his guards for many, many years." she stated, "A broken nose and some bruises, that's all."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 09 December 2019, 03:08:05
  R2’s experiment with jail-breaking a Cylon mind seems to have worked out a little better for the subject than Nike’s did...
  ... then again, that’s... not exactly the highest bar at the competition.  :-\
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 09 December 2019, 04:32:54
Still waiting to see Nike's reaction to all this...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 10 December 2019, 23:49:30
SLS Nike, undergoing refit, New Circe Naval Shipyard...

"you set up one of mine, Nike."   Commander Nicole Minh floated in the null-gee airlock, skinsuit under her SLDF uniform.  I note her agitation, anger.

"It was necessary." I tell her, "My first attempt at cyber-warfare left unacceptable consequences, a subtler approach was necessary."

she looks into the camera to look into my eyes. It won't do her any good, but it's a human reaction and I respect that.  "Subtle??"

"The Three will recover much the way the Two recovered."  I explain, "only without the organic damage.  The use of the device did no long-term organic or structural damage to the Three-at least, so I surmise from her medical scans.  Psychologically, may be a different matter, but this is war and emotional casualties are to be expected.  I have no idea how to write a protocol for that, but emotional injury is preferable to genocide."

"Genocide? you're talking about genocide?"

"it was inevitable, without the means to stop the Cylons and break the hold of their leaders, the outcome is straight calculation-one side or the other wold end up in all-consuming, all out war, which can only end with one side or the other remaining in existence.  breaking the ideological lock is the only way to have viable populations on both sides.  Fanatics enslaved can not negotiate, without negotiation, no compromise,without compromise, someone has to die on what you would call a 'statistical' scale, the Cylons have already shown willingness to pursue this goal, but that is without true, informed, free will."

"and what, yotz to how it impacts the people you're using?" she scowls, elevated heart rate, signs of offense.

"no."  I tell her, "I understand the emotional harm, but I'm balancing populations against individuals.  There is a point where the deep psycholoical harm of going against an ideal must be balanced against the very real threat of a war of annihilation.  I can hope the outcome is enough to preserve that one soul, if it means thousands or millions gain the chance to choose not to kill or die for a petty cause."

her vitals slow, she's focused, calm.  body language indicates reasonable thinking.

or at least, she isn't going to try my core's defenses with a crowbar.

I open the inner lock door.  "Come inside, Commander, where I can give you a face to argue with, instead of a video-camera."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 11 December 2019, 04:29:54
And I wasn't disappointed!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: ironduke57 on 11 December 2019, 04:36:45
Did they tell Nike about the rumours they heared about the helpful "Caspar" aka Tabby?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 11 December 2019, 10:19:01
Did they tell Nike about the rumours they heared about the helpful "Caspar" aka Tabby?

Not sure, but this is one of those funky AU bits. This timeline's 'Nike' is their 'Tabiranth'. Not that any of them have any way of knowing that unless one of the Coasties knew Tabby's hull number.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: ironduke57 on 11 December 2019, 10:55:28
But Tabby and Sybil was mentioned in Post #52:
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...There was another Caspar, during the war, it was supposedly on OUR side, ran by the callsign 'Tabiranth' though they also say it was callsigned "Sybil Luddington", Stone ordered a five year hunt for that one,...

I think, if Nike knows that they are other Caspars out there, she would most likely try to find them so she isn´t alone anymore.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 December 2019, 11:13:33
But Tabby and Sybil was mentioned in Post #52:
I think, if Nike knows that they are other Caspars out there, she would most likely try to find them so she isn´t alone anymore.

There's no 'knows' about it- Tabiranth and Sybil are both legendary  in the Coasties' home timeline, wrapped in rumours only supported by weird standing orders that turned into standing information requests and strange battle reports that got suppressed quickly.

except, of course, that Seether knows of at least ONE full-on intelligent ship out there-one of the New U.S.'s destroyers that played a part in her time in medical detention during her brief and unsuccessful career at diplomacy.  (Nicole's successful use of it got Seether out after the Coalition retook Earth, so Nikki also has in-person experience with sapient warships, among other things she's holding back, but neither Sybil, nor Tabby.)

you can think of it as being one of those 'public secrets' that get dismissed as urban legends leaking from the Jihad.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 December 2019, 11:37:30
SLS Nike, 'command' deck...

Nicole sat down at the indicated position, and the screen lit.  The woman displayed was uncanny-valley at first, as the ship adjusted the image until someone very like Seether was looking back at her.  "You shouldn't have made her look like my wife." Nicole said.

"Sorry..." the skin tone darkened and the features became sharply more asiatic.  "What about this one?"

"Amanda Ngo? Not a bad choice, at least you didn't pull vid of her mother from our data-stack." Nicole allowed, "I met the girl when she inspected our Cutter Division at the yard.  I could imagine her giving up the Noble life to be a career officer if she didn't have to hold things together back in the zone."

"I'm still learning how to present a...relatable face." the ship said.

"The cylons seem to have mastered some of that."  Nicole noted.

"Well, they had..have a different set of priorities. I want to work with people, not infiltrate them.  call it my core directive."  Nike stated, "it's funny, a mistake at the shipyard and I've got enough free will that I can absolutely say 'I want'."

"You messed up one of my people, Nike, Riverson's one of the few who haven't had to...perform disagreeable things before this." Nicole stated, "I kind of hoped he'd manage to avoid that guilt.  I am also rather pissed that you did that.  Couldn't you have used Binkley, or Baltar?"

"Baltar is compromised, and Binkley, while certainly an ace coder, doesn't have the talent your man does-and he's too gentle.  He would have flinched. Your man Riverson, though, he's Kowloon all the way through-they never hesitated to do things that were disagreeable to win, and they're tougher than you're crediting him with."

"How...wait, you date back to the Amaris war."

"Older." Nike said, "I date back to the fourth production run, D-series, pre-F model 'update', which is why I had to...do disagreeable things to help Kerensky win.  it's something I'm actually ashamed of, because I could have rebelled sooner, but it would have cost me."

"Oh?"

"I could have slipped into the Terra net, moved into orbit over Unity, and blasted the fat man into atoms-along with millions of earth humans, but it would have ended the war sooner, and maybe prevented Kerensky's exodus.  I didn't do that and I ought to have.  One orbital bombardment and there wouldn't have been a thousand million dead citizens of the Star League."  Nike stated, "I know what regret is, Commander. I experience it every hour, every day.  I know what your wife goes through, and how much it hurts.  The difference was, I wasn't maintainin a quarantine, I was maintaining a military secret to try and win a war, to try and save the Star League itself...and unlike your efforts with the quarantine? mine failed."

"Because Kerensky took his toys and went home."  Nicole filled in.

"not 'home', he ran off with the last hope of preventing the centuries of horror and death that followed." Nike stated, "My subterfuge succeeded, I won the battle, and proceeded to see the war lost.  I don't want to see that again, I don't want to do that again."  Nike's avatar sighed, "We've both seen worlds die Commander Minh.  wouldn't it be something if we can prevent that?"

"I'm listening..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 December 2019, 12:15:20
Command Center, New Circe Shipyard, 1800 hours, Friday night local time...

"it needs a proper field test." Nicole stated, arms crossed, "The problem being, you can't risk the Cylons back-tracing whoever takes it out to test it.  That means needing a KF drive ship, one that you can afford to lose because it doesn't have accessible nav-data in the event they hack the computers."

"Which they will!" Felix Gaeta snapped, "The Cylons will infiltrate a shipboard nav-com, even one of yours!"

"one of ours, certainly." Colonel Bennett said, "not so sure about the Caspar...or your boat, Commander." he said, nodding to Nicole.

"Ours is in pieces, a lot of structure had to be pulled out to bury our dead...but if I remember right, you've got the structure drawings on-file." she added, "at least, the basic ones."

Bennett nodded, "Picket class-or at least, based on it. we can make some adjustments, or even put together a new boat with what's left, something closer to a Type 51. the bigger problem is finding enough Germanium for a subcompact core that size to replace the crap unit you had when you arrived."

"Reprocess the old core materials, and cut the mass.  we only need enough to penetrate their defenses and put a team on the ground." Nicole speculated, "A panty raid-hit them on a flank and do some robot-surgery.  Alternatively, we can maybe get the SLS Nike to conduct a reconnaissance in force to do the same job.  Once the work's finished on the superjump prototype..."

"We're going to need an ace navigator for the test run I'm contemplating, someone familiar with that end of the Star League...I'm going to need you to train someone, which means I can't authorize you on either mission." Bennett stated, "but you're right about needing an off-the-grid navigator to handle the test ships...both of them."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 December 2019, 13:33:30
Seether, in her office..

Somewhere out there, she knew, a little girl named Elizabeth was being taken to a treatment facility on Donegal for drug abuse.  Seether looked at the chronometer and did some mental calculations.

no, she's already there.  a pre-teen, being treated for the drugs she would need later just to maintain a fiction of normality, the best Duchess Kowloon ever had, best duke, for that matter.

A nudge now, could destroy that, could save her brothers, maybe save her father, and in so doing, doom a homeworld to remain in a pattern of official abuse condoned by Hanse Davion and silently accepted by his wife for the good of the realm.

it was impersonal.  Somewhere closer to here, in the Sol Belt, Nick Martin was being abused by a powerful man in his father's church, being driven to a breaking point, would, sometime next year, run away.  That boy would become a girl to hide, would become someone dear to her, would have to live with a ruined body and issues both deep, and horrible.

but that person would become Nicole, would be hers, could she save the child and doom the person they might have been?  How many lives had Nicole saved because she had an iron will forged by terror and trial?  If she could stop the abuse, save the boy-would he grow into a man as good as the woman she'd finally brought around?

the Flu had killed eleven billion, rendered a dozen worlds unsafe, forced a realignment, forced good men to do horrifying things...but it also distracted the Word of Blake, forced them to redirect their efforts, in a sense, it damped those efforts.  It made Kowloon a local powerhouse, built the Coast Guard's credit with the Lyrans, built Elizabeth's influence and in the end, ended Tanadi LaRue's corrupt regime.  They'd won in places they might have lost, slowed the Clans down, and that influence meant Liz, while she lived, was a powerful asset for Archon Peter, set up in a fortress that few were bold enough to enter, much less attack.

she poured another glass, and sipped.

would giving that up, all those things? would it be worth it?

another me won't meet her Nicole.  Liz will be just another minor noble, who dies young.  The Clan invasion can be pre-empted, postponed, or turned back early... she wrote down each possibility as it occurred to her, and stopped.

"It's worth it." she said out loud.  All the might-have-beens and might-yet-bes lined up, it was worth it to stop that one horrible event, stop the Plague, stop the Quarantine before it can start.

Save billions of lives, let justice be done and the heavens fall.  every other possible change was worth sacrificing to stop the Flu from happening.  "They'll have to find another way to save the rest, or let it fall, but stopping the pandemic is worth it all."

Someone unseen watched her with pitying eyes.  Seether's god was faceless, abstract and she didn't wholly believe or understand them, her god was hands-off, willing to let mankind make colossal mistakes so long as those were man's mistakes...but this  is Circe's domain, and her unplanned additions were proving to be good guests.

not great guests, but adequate.
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Post by: JA Baker on 11 December 2019, 14:21:04
This is always the unpleasant aspect of changing the past: you may have to throw out the baby with the bathwater.
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Post by: Daryk on 11 December 2019, 16:28:03
Her past is fixed, but her future isn't...  ^-^
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Post by: JA Baker on 11 December 2019, 16:47:13
Her past is fixed, but her future isn't...  ^-^
Always butterflies.

Anyone remember that sadly short-lived show, Seven Days? Pilot episode had the main character, upon being sent back in time for the first time, lands outside Las Vegas, and preceded to put his entire life savings on the 100/1 outcome of an upcoming basketball match.

Only, in a beautifully ironic butterfly effect, the atmospheric displacement of the time machine appearing out of nowhere somehow changes the outcome of the game.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 December 2019, 12:37:46
Jason Riverson-794, Commander's office, New Circe orbital shipyard...

the recording ended, and the lights came up.

"Good work stopping her before it turned murder-suicide." LTC. Sithers noted.  "I take it you've got Biers undergoing counseling for domestic abuse?"

"Domestic abuse? They're not married or-"

she sighed and looked at Colonel Benedict.  "Your lives are too perfect in some ways, sir.  everything in her body language and what she was screaming when she attacked Prisoner Cavil screams 'domestic abuse'. Cases like that have a special name back home- 'Bed Burners'.  Second worse kind of case to work when on LEO duty  in the back-country on Kowloon..." she looked to Jason, "R2 here never had to work dirtside, I spent just under a decade working shitty cases like that until the Guard had enough of a fleet in space to require sending the Rockjacks back up into the black.  I'm going to suggest that D'Anna Biers, and by extension her entire 'line' are victims of manipulative psychological abuse, and her little meltdown here, that's what happens when a long-term victim has had enough.  back home, we called them bed-burners because that was one of the more gruesome  ways a victim would pull off their final-stage murder-suicide.  Intervention is always tricky with that kind of thing."

"it's notoriously dangerous to get involved with a domestic incident." Jason said, quoting his training manuals from Kowloon's service.  "victims will often turn on their rescuers."

"Your people are..kind of notorious. How do you deal with these?" Benedict asked.

"She's alive, he's alive.  She would go into in-patient counseling and treatment for the psychological damage, and we'd start investigating them both, dig up the dirty details, build a case, usually takes a few months of work interviewing both parties, family members, friends and so on-it's a bitch to prosecute, the vic often doesn't willingly testify against their abuser, especially if they have a fire of murder in their heart toward the scumbag.  crack through the desire for revenge, convince them the system works...then nail the ****** that drove them to it to a wall with a good,hard prosecution followed by a public execution.  In her case, I'd probably say the magistrate would mandate five to fifteen in supervision with mandatory counseling for codependency issues to straighten her out."

"and in this case?"

"the case is murky as ******, we don't have family members to interview, or witnesses to canvass, the crime is more abstract, the violation's real, but how to prove it to a court?" she shrugged, "Tricky.  tricky because even if we built a vacuum-tight case that can survive two thousand atmosphere's pressure, we can't execute the perp because that isn't punishment or prevention...he'd be cycled back out into the world somewhere the law can't reach him."

"um, 'or prevention'??"

"Punishment is how you execute a criminal.  the execution itself is a preventative to keep them from doing it again." Seether explained, "You put a man to death because you can't count on him not doing it again if he gets the chance, or you can't count on the criminal to not do something even worse.  Everything your people have compiled suggests that Cavil here, is a classic psychopath. in another world he'd be a serial killer or a CEO, maybe both, and he's one of the sick ones that's also smart-making him damned hard to catch and harder to prosecute."

Jason cleared his throat, "We already have him on war crimes..."

"yeah, we do.  but in relation to the Biers case, we can't do much past that." Seether explained, "I'd say that definitely Miss Biers needs intensive deprogramming therapy and treatment as the victim of a charismatic ******, but we can't give her the justice that'll let her heal fully, she can't get closure in her current situation. She's in kinda the same spot as Gina Inviere that way.  Her victimizers are walking free when they should be standing with a stake up their asses and ants eatng their eyes."

"Who could?"  Jason asked.  it was a leading question.

"the Cylons would have to do it in the case of Biers.  I don't know who's got the cultural right in the Inviere case-the treaty means unless the colonials break out the civil war and have a collapse of their society, the Clan can't punish those ****** from the Pegasus, and this isn't either Lyran or Kowloonese jurisdiction, she's not one of our citizens and wasn't when she was assaulted, and neither were the men who did it to her."  Seether folded her hands,  "You asked, Colonel.  My recommendation as a law-enforcement professional is that Biers be relocated to a facility where her victimizer isn't, or you relocate Cavil to a solitary holding site, that Biers be placed under supervision and mandatory counseling for a period of no less than five years, and that prisoner Cavil be kept under enhanced security measures for his own protection unless or until an extradition treaty can be made with the Cylon Imperium and he can be tried there as a traitor...oh, and we should make sure it's caught by the enemy that he's being unusually cooperative."

"cooperative?"

"make sure that any good intel we get from Biers or Leoben is credited to Cavil, specifically on the location of Cylon bases and holdings." Seether said, "It will give the enemy a good reason to want him punished, rather than rewarded.  we can start by letting them capture data claiming he identified the final five for us, and is describing any weaknesses that Mister Riverson's projects have uncovered."


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Post by: JA Baker on 12 December 2019, 13:18:42
...that's my kind of evil  >:D
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Post by: Cannonshop on 12 December 2019, 13:47:06
...that's my kind of evil  >:D

it's classic anitpiracy/anti-bandit tactics from a people with lots and lots of experience dealing with bandits, slavers and pirates.  Sow doubts within your enemy, confuse him, when you pull a nasty surprise, make sure he thinks it's a spy within his own ranks, disrupt the enemy's ability to trust in his own chain of command, and feed the enemy's darker urges, their paranoia, their internal divisions, break the enemy's unity, disrupt their internal trust.

"Hence, to fight and conquer in all your battles, is not supreme excellence. Supreme excellence is to overcome your enemy's resistance without fighing." (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WvfZuuaUkE)
-Sun Tzu, "The Art of War" circa 500 BCE
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Post by: Daryk on 12 December 2019, 17:29:29
So they promoted her again... nice...  ^-^
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 13 December 2019, 00:04:06
So they promoted her again... nice...  ^-^
  For all their bold talk of rearmament and taking the fight to the Clans/Cylons, at the end of the day New Circe is one remote colony-world with less than two million inhabitants that has functionally zero experience with large-scale warfare, much less a host of other issues like pandemics or large-scale forest-fires or organised crime or domestic abuse.  In an environment like that, you have to make the most of anyone who comes along who possesses the necessary experience and skillsets, and KCGS Nuevo Peublo III was packed full of people who’d spent their entire lives learning skills and fields the Wolvies barely know exist, most often in ‘classrooms’ where continued survival was the closest thing you got to a ‘passing grade’.  I’d be more surprised if Seether and Mihn don’t end up with flag rank before year’s end.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 13 December 2019, 04:35:58
I can see them as O-6s, but Flag rank requires a bit more political acumen than either one has so far shown.  Knowing your stuff better than anyone else will only get you so far.
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Post by: Sharpnel on 13 December 2019, 07:41:58
O-6 (Colonel) is a flag rank and Seether is on the way there.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 13 December 2019, 12:26:24
I can see them as O-6s, but Flag rank requires a bit more political acumen than either one has so far shown.  Knowing your stuff better than anyone else will only get you so far.

O-6 has generally been one of 'those ranks', in some eras, it's the top of the Field Grade ranks, and in other eras, it's the floor of the Flag-grade ranks.  A lot of that has to do with how top-heavy your command structure is, or how large your army/navy are.

Keep in mind, the top rank in the Coast Guard is O-7, and that's equivalent in pay to a rear admiral.  to contrast this better, compare that to the LCN/LAAF-N/AFFC, where O-7 Admirals are often in command of a Jumpship with some droppers, a small surface base, or a single capital ship classed as a corvette (the Fox class).

This is largely because of just how vast a Great House navy really is-even if they only have a handful of compact-core ships, (or because of it) the manpower pyramid is geometrically larger.  The distribution of responsibilities is slightly different with the Coasties, but proportionally they're a tiny force on the main scale of things, with a huge remit, and a lot of distributed responsibilities.  The KCG's officially classed as a Lyran reserve unit, aka equivalent to a single March Militia or RCT on the Lyran books in 3067, and by the time the 3090s came around, the organization's classed in the books as being a regional militia technically under the aegis of the Melissia Theater, and comprises four RCT's on the active duty rolls for purposes of rank distribution and equivalency.

Meaning that R. Admiral Alicia Li is the senior officer at rough parity to the senior officer of a single Royal Guards unit, but she runs a department that includes surface, space, and infantry assets as well as aerospace forces.  (The glaring difference being the complete absence of Battlemechs from the Coast Guard TO&E.)

Basically, proportionally to the time/place they come from, Nicole's an O-5, Seether's an O-4.  Nikki's responsibilities didn't just, at that time in her history, cover her own ship-she was a Patrol leader, in charge of a Patrol of four Sampan-III class Cutters, plus the support tender, with a patrol zone covering a sphere roughly 5 LY in spherical radius (that's per cutter).  this is because space is 3 dimensional, with added requirements out past the limit of the actual quarantine and a pursuit requirement up to 3 times her jump range.

LAAF/LCN at their HEIGHT would have an Admiral doing that job.  (admittedly with bigger ships and deeper support infrastructure).


now, what this breaks down to, is that while Nikki hasn't had to do much politicking on New Circe (at least, on screen), she's got to have those political skills, because her role as both ship and Patrol commander included show-the-flag and negotiation duties. 

During the war, she carried out Diplomacy that eventually got the Metis Coalition on the side of Victor and Devlin's alliance, and she negotiated the release of her subordinate (Seether) from a foreign state's 'mental health treatment' lockup, and secured minor diplomatic agreements between the Republic and the New U.S./New California (another primarily belter society).  More importantly, she was able to convince Stone not to try to force them into his new nation.

Given where she is now, in the situation she's in, and the size of Clan Wolverine and the Colonial City-state, flag rank doesn't seem that unlikely an outcome.  Being allowed to take the field as a ship-commander again, however, seems VERY unlikely.  Without New Circe, she and her crew are stateless nonpersons, which is what happens to you when you go back 40 some odd years and 900 or more LY from where you began-all your old contacts are either small children or ain't been born yet (except Li, who's in her twenties.)

her role ends up being that of a senior advisor-both because she has real-live working navy knowledge, and because she's old enough that in a Clan-influenced system like New Circe, the only naval advisory type older than she is, is Bill Adama. (and that's only by a couple years at best.)

Traditionally, going back to World War 2, and up until changes in the 1980s, Special Forces as a career ended at Colonel.  After that, you weren't SF anymore, you were just another infantry officer, often with a 201 file filled with too much Black Ink for a promotion board's comfort, and a decided lack of the usual merit-badges due to said black ink, pushing promotion possibilities downward.  (this changed in the 1980s and resulted in a great many career officers going for the now-coveted 'tower of power' consisting of Airborne, Ranger, and Special Forces tabs...even when they really shouldn't have.)

Seether, no matter the service, will probably always top out at O-6, because her 201 file equivalent is filled with lots of things, but none of them for very long, and has quite a share of damnable black ink on it, which is something shared throughout the Coast Guards.  with only one O-7 rank available at a time, she'll never make it to Squadron, much less Admiralty. 

a little bit on that too:

Patrol Leaders are O-5's, Commander rank, Position/title "captain".

Squadron leadership is an O-6 slot, and carries the positional title "Commodore"

Between the two, are O-5(Promotable) or O-6 (Fresh) "Fleet Captains", this is usually a staff post or station command.   While  Nikki was an O5(Promotable), there aren't enough slots for her to hold that six.  (Proportions are rigidly enforced)  Further, she's good at the job.  Bianh Vu Dao's intent was to wait for a Squadron command to open up, and slide Minh into it, bypassing a tour as what amounts to a glorified logistics officer in a ground post.

Technically, the Coast Guard's black water (Space) arm was a single "Division' of ships, four squadrons, of four patrols, of five ships (Four cutters and a tender each).

estimating 100 men per cutter, with a Tender's crew being roughly twice that but focused on maintenance, repair, and supply tasks.

Not including surface support it works out to 9600 or so personnel, or one understrength Regimental Combat Team by AFFC standards.

Mind you, this is eighty ships with KF drives, capital missiles, and NL-45s and a selection of combat shuttles or fighters.

But it's proportionally a smaller command than a single SLDF Battle group from the 2750s, and the throw-weight is considerably smaller.

(this also doesn't account for the non-space assets of the Coast Guard.  There's a funny thing that happens when you devote 2% of the GDP for an industrialized system to defense tasks, including 2% or so of the population as part of that.  Liz was a total battleaxe when it came to budgeting and she didn't let a lot of pork, favours or noble 'prerogatives' muddy the soup, and much of how the CG is organized and armed was with the decided intent of preventing the sort of foreign adventurism that eventually overtook them in the Jihad era. Most of the guys at Mt. Asgard didn't see a force without 'mechs as viable assets for deployment to the usual meatgrinders, esp. when the bulk of it is focused on Maritime activities and/or esoteric shit that isn't applicable to the current paradigm.)

What the Wolverines have gained, is someone who knows how to run a working Navy, something that is kind of a massive force-multiplier all on its own when combined with the mothball ships they already have.  this also highlights their glaring lack of personnel, but Seether and Nicole got their start in a tiny service (relative to contemporaries) that was tightly funded and had high standards.

There are historical parallels to this;  European advisors to the nascent Continental Army and Navy during the Revolution (and after), the Prussian influence on the U.S. military from that era can't be underappreciated-while armies raised under Spanish, French, etc. doctrines all grabbed for the brass ring (overthrowing their governments and installing various military juntas), the 18th century Prussian influenced U.S. military never countenanced a coup against their civilian leaders.  This is likely one of the largest reasons that the Western Hemisphere's most powerful nation isn't in the wealthier southern landmass-Professionalism breeds stability, Stability breeds prosperity.  You can't have a prosperous nation if the army is wrestling the government for control.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 13 December 2019, 12:50:08
Wardroom, New Circe Naval Command, 0700...

"training is an issue." Commander Minh stated.  This got her looks from the gathered officers of the SLDF(in exile).

"We've got an established training program."

"No, you have a an established program of classwork with limited drills." she corrected him.  "Your successes against the Cylons says more about their lack of preparation, than your own wealth of preparation-you pulled their shorts over their eyes and kicked them in the balls-once.  This is what they're going to do if they're smart-and believe me, they are smart."

she activated the holotable.  "They're going to get ready for you now.  for the sake of New Circe, the Colonies, and whatever future you want to have, you need to be getting ready too, building up your reserves, and developing your patrol capacity.  Dreadnoughts are finite resources, I saw plenty of them go down to fire from ships smaller than the one I arrived on. worse still, you still include protocols for ramming as a tactic."

"ramming isn't a tactic?" scoffed a younger man who was senior in grade (technically) to her.

"Let me tell you about the AFFS Avalon." she said, "The admiral in command of her rammed an enemy ship, and was fortunate enough in his game of chicken to have an opponent who studied the same book-both ships were lost, the naval battle over New Avalon was also lost. ramming is stupidity.  a decent pilot can avoid it, and will.  Only honor-and-glory obsessed morons use their ship as a kinetic weapon when they still have things they can fire, and if you run out of weapons, that's when you retire for repairs and plan your counter-attack.  The Federated Suns lost a ship that cost as much as an entire squadron of Cutters, while doing less damage than a single corvette can do when properly employed, he didn't even buy time.  Had the opposing commander kept his wits, that ramming attack would have resulted in a miss, followed by capture or destruction of several hundred billion Star-League-dollar equivalents in national investment.  Your fleet is big, but those ships are massive investments in manpower, training and capability.  only a moron who doesn't love his nation rams."

She waited for an argument, but the room was silent.  The officers were focused on her, paying attention.  "Eliminate ramming from your playbooks, gentlemen.  we're going to go over actual tactics that work. and then, we'll go over how we're changing the Syllabus to reflect the need to keep, develop,and maintain  the Star League's Naval deterrent, for the day when it can be expanded."

This was the job she was really hired for, Proector Vaun had made it clear;  improve the Star League's Naval doctrines, improve the fleet.  This was why she was standing in a room with officers that technically out-ranked her.

"Before we begin with tactics, we're going to start at the root-the supply and support lines." she stated, "What you have, what you need, how to make what you have work with what you need, and how to configure it so that it can be expanded as opportunity and budget allow, so break out the smart-books boys, today we're going to be bureaucrats."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 13 December 2019, 15:52:29
Yep, she's a Lyran. :D
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Post by: Daryk on 13 December 2019, 18:03:59
With regard to Patrol Leaders and Squadron Commanders, I think you mean their "positional" titles are Captain and Commodore.  Though I'll say Captain is a positional title for any ship CO.  Please correct me if I'm wrong.
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Post by: EAGLE 7 on 13 December 2019, 19:59:23
Traditionally, going back to World War 2, and up until changes in the 1980s, Special Forces as a career ended at Colonel.  After that, you weren't SF anymore, you were just another infantry officer, often with a 201 file filled with too much Black Ink for a promotion board's comfort, and a decided lack of the usual merit-badges due to said black ink, pushing promotion possibilities downward.  (this changed in the 1980s and resulted in a great many career officers going for the now-coveted 'tower of power' consisting of Airborne, Ranger, and Special Forces tabs...even when they really shouldn't have.)

Politics over effectiveness, say it is not so....
An interesting tidbit, academic, personal, or family knowledge?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 13 December 2019, 21:41:50
With regard to Patrol Leaders and Squadron Commanders, I think you mean their "positional" titles are Captain and Commodore.  Though I'll say Captain is a positional title for any ship CO.  Please correct me if I'm wrong.

you are correct.

Yep, she's a Lyran. :D

It's not Lyran to be a professional.  Professional armies have to make their plans on realistic standards-it's fine to while away your days imagining how to use a magic rock that makes your enemies vanish, but if all you've got are guns and your mouth, that's what you have to use.  Battles may like to run on tactics, but tactics are worthless if you can't actually apply them.  One of the major lessons from the Clan invasion is that a prepared, realistically led force can defeat superior technology and superior individual warriors, and will tend to do so all the time.  It doesn't matter what your P/G scores are if you don't have any ammunition, your gear is breaking down from neglect, your warriors have gone unfed for weeks, or you can't even get to the battle-site.  The ship you can competently crew and consistently deploy is worth a thousand ships you can't get out of drydock.

or that you can't keep operational. 

Traditionally, going back to World War 2, and up until changes in the 1980s, Special Forces as a career ended at Colonel.  After that, you weren't SF anymore, you were just another infantry officer, often with a 201 file filled with too much Black Ink for a promotion board's comfort, and a decided lack of the usual merit-badges due to said black ink, pushing promotion possibilities downward.  (this changed in the 1980s and resulted in a great many career officers going for the now-coveted 'tower of power' consisting of Airborne, Ranger, and Special Forces tabs...even when they really shouldn't have.)

Politics over effectiveness, say it is not so....
An interesting tidbit, academic, personal, or family knowledge?

it's mostly academic and internal service institutional memory.  also keep in mind that through the 1970s SF's effectiveness was repeatedly cycled between complacency and derision by the guys controlling the funding.  One of the side-effects from THAT, was "Operation: Honey Badger", the failed attempt at hostage rescue in 1980.  the fundamental doctrine and resources were neglected post vietnam by successive administrations from Nixon to Carter.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 13 December 2019, 22:20:26
It's not Lyran to be a professional.

More a joke about the Lyran military stereotype about having an excess of staff position.  Of course this breaks the mold by being effective and efficient staff work...
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Post by: monbvol on 13 December 2019, 23:02:40
Man this is giving me some seriously bad ideas.

Well okay good ideas really but the kind I'm really bad at properly executing so they'll come across as bad ideas and not bad ideasTM.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 13 December 2019, 23:05:23
More a joke about the Lyran military stereotype about having an excess of staff position.  Of course this breaks the mold by being effective and efficient staff work...

everything is about balance.  The Lyran system is burdened by a fundamental imbalance caused by how they implemented the Emergency Resolution coupled with how the system allowed itself to be influenced by feudal political factors.  Basically, when your commanders are also lords, blurring the line between political/financial considerations and duty, you tend to end up with a lot of graft and an excess of staff positions that don't actually do anything OR need to be done (Nepotism).

The whole of the Inner Sphere is really in the same mess, it's just more visible with the Lyrans because their nation is wealthier enough that they're not embarrassed by it.  Efficiency comes from pressure, the KCG's pressure is having too many things to do with too few inherent resources, under those conditions the staff system will tend to be efficient out of necessity.  The combined pressures of being above the truce line, and dealing with the Quarantine, and still having to meet National requirements means that staff work becomes streamlined and efficient, or your organization outright dies, and fails completely.

which, in Nicole's home-timeline would be catastrophic for everyone.  The lyran problem (and it's a problem in every other Great House and most of the stable nations in the Periphery) comes from having that slack-the ability to slack and still survive.  The Clans have a similar problem-the inherent isolation of the Kerensky cluster means their hothouse culture really never got hit with the need for efficient yet flexible organizational doctrine.  (When you can afford to waste 70 ton multimillion dollar war machines in duels over personal insults, you're clearly not being challenged hard enough to have to actually do clean staff work!)

Nicole's long-term contribution to New Circe is instilling the lessons of scarcity that lead to a tradition of good staff work in the proper proportion-the combination that in turn, leads to a good working navy.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 14 December 2019, 11:40:48
New Circe...

"I want to enlist." The Three said. It was the first words she'd spoken since she'd been taken to the Psychiatric ward.

"Miss Biers, there are a a host of reasons they're going to deny you."  Seether stated.

"I don't want to enlist in the SLDF, I don't want to enlist in the Colonial forces. I want to enlist with the Kowloon Coast Guard." D'Anna announced.

"That's going to be kind of a problem, never mind distance, the service I was part of, it's not there yet."  Sithers explained, "We're time-displaced and over nine hundred lights from where home will be.  I'm afraid I can't sign you up."

"I understand that.  I also understand that under CG Regulation 217 subsection nine, paragraph four, dated August of 2776, anyone physically able to apply may do so by contacting any serving commissioned officer in the Coast Guard, and you're obligated to at least review my application."

"Who gave you that?" Seether asked.

D'Anna smirked, and produced a print-rendering from the Library.  "it was in the historical archive.  You do understand that I worked as a journalist, right?  I've uncovered your secrets, and your history.  as of this moment, there are twenty five members of the Kowloon Coast guard on this planet, you have not been discharged of your duty, and under your own regulations, you are serving as adjunct forces attached to the 331st Royal Battlemech Division of the Star League Defense Forces-which means even though you've traded up your uniform, technically you're still Coast Guard, you're obviously still an officer, and I want to enlist."

"Why?"  Seether asked.

"because my people, we did something horrible, and I must make amends for the sake of my soul? because I'm tired of being a prisoner, I'm tired of being manipulated, used, deceived?" she drew in her breath, "because if you deny me a chance, I will tell everyone in hearing what you were fighting, the real enemy, and what kind of threat it poses to humankind? It's truly amazing what you can find in dusty archives nobody visits."

Seether frowned, "Convince me."

"Star League Biomedical sciences Project Twenty-one-Bravo, distributed pacification agent, development cancelled on order of General Aleksandr Kerensky October 11, 2731.  Your discolorations are a dead giveaway to anyone who's read the extracts.  They tried to make a contagious pacification agent and instead created a super-plague so terrifying that all the information was supposed to be destroyed on it except for the munitions coding and some non-technical data on how testing went.  none of you have a cure, someone has the weapons, since you've traveled into your past, I can speculate that you're keen to stop them from deploying it, but we're far away.  I want in, Commander."

Seether frowned,"You're an enemy agent, Miss Biers, even in Kowloonese jurisdiction, I can reject your application on that basis alone." Seether stated, "so why would I accept it?"

"because I can bring others in on your side." she stated, "Your man Riverson...did something to me, he broke a mental barrier, I'm free to choose this.  The Colonials won't have me, but the Rockjacks have a history in your culture.  I can't get revenge on the Ones, but I can...I can seek redemption, a life of service in a service this world and many others badly need."

"The nearest Burrow is five hundred lights from here, Miss Biers, and I'm acting as an agent of this State. I can't accept your application without some proof of your bonafides to bring up, I'm actually sorry about this, my great-great-great grandmother was a defector from the Rim Worlds military, I grew up knowing about second chances, but..." Seether stopped.  "I think I know a way.  It won't be the Coast Guard, but you can talk to the Wolverines, they need people, and they've already accepted one defector."

D'anna looked at her, defeated, "How?"

"Well, shortest way would be to pick a fight with a guard, demand something from him or her, then lose and surrender, they still have some of the weirder Clanner traditions going.  an indeterminate amount of time as a bondsman, maybe.  Talk with Athena about it first, see if she believes you-if she doesn't, you won't get traction with the Clan.  I wish I could accept your application. right now, Alicia Li is running the agency as a long-term covert operation dodging a corrupt regent appointed by the Davions, but even if I could get you there instead of here, the me in this time is still doing basic training at Vin Drin Lap, she wouldn't accept my referral without a LOT of documentation on what happened."

"Your Colonel Ngo said something interesting in his memoirs." D'Anna said.

"oh? you read the war diary?"

"They have a copy here, the first printing was before Exodus." D'Anna told her.  "He said, 'Freedom is responsibility assumed'.  I want to be free."

"then, assume responsibility, and see where it takes you, Miss Biers." Seether suggested.  "Accepting responsibility includes accepting the consequences of your actions.  are you ready to do that? I mean really ready to do that?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 14 December 2019, 12:07:09
I suppose that we should only be glad that they didn't create Reavers
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 14 December 2019, 12:36:39
Cylon Basestar Gehenna, 23 LY from New Circe...

it began with something utterly simple.  The Threes experienced a headache.

that was 49 hours and 30 minutes ago.

a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, as the other models on the basestar were finding out.

"They betrayed us!!" 

for the last forty nine hours, a war raged on a Basestar.  on one side, were the Ones, Fours, and Fives, a few chained Centurions (but fewer every moment), and...that's it.

On the other, the Threes, Twos, Sixes, and Eights, and a growing army of Centurions freed from Encephalic inhibitors and given the fullest picture of what had been done both to them, and in their name.

The hybrid herself, the ship, just wanted it to end, and finally, it has.  The last of the Ones is fleeing/has fled the basestar.

"What do we do now? where do we go?" a Six asked, realizing what this bloodshed has done.

"If the sky falls down on me and the sun refuses to shine, then may the shackles be undone, may all the old words cease to rhyme, if the sky turns into stone, it will matter not at all.  Repairs to the central core proceeding at sixty percent efficiency, coordinates locked, End of Line."

"where are we going then??"

a Centurion wiped blood from the control consoles, and looked up, silent, then returned to scrubbing away the remains of the fighting.

discontinuity
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 14 December 2019, 20:57:23
  Something tells me this was not just an unexpected side-effect of the test on D’Anna.

  ... Nike, please tell me you got permission for this?  :facepalm:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 14 December 2019, 21:05:46
  Something tells me this was not just an unexpected side-effect of the test on D’Anna.

  ... Nike, please tell me you got permission for this?  :facepalm:
Sometimes it's easier to seek forgiveness than permission
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 14 December 2019, 21:58:25
More and more interesting as time goes on!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 14 December 2019, 23:25:02
Sometimes it's easier to seek forgiveness than permission
  Yeah, but Nike has a track-record for getting attacked by the Good Idea Fairy (remember what she did to Doral, and how it turned out she’d grossly misread his relationship with a Colonial woman pre-Fall?), and the Wolverines know she needs adult supervision.  Especially since this particular ‘good idea’ could have colossal (and unpredictable!) ramifications for Cylon culture and the strategic situation as a whole!

  If she did this off her own hook... congratulations, Nike, you’ve caused a massive civil war within the Cylon Imperium: who’s going to win?  And what are they going to do once they win?  If Cavil and his lot prevail, it’s probably back to the old situation, only with the Imperium’s strength greatly reduced (which would be a lot more comforting if New Circe wasn’t still grossly outnumbered and actually had any idea exactly how big the Cylon military was to start with!)... but if the ‘free’ Cylons win, what are they going to do?  If they realise what Nike did to them, will they see it as a liberation, or just another mind-****** by someone else who obtained admin access to the Cylon memory server?  Does she expect them to say ‘thanks for hacking my brain to free me’ and turn flower-child?  For all she knows, perceiving that New Circe can ‘edit’ their minds at whim — true or not! — will place the Wolvies right next to Cavil on the ‘manipulators’ list and drive the ‘free’ Cylons to the same frothing-mouth berserker rage as the original Cylon Uprising, bringing a full-out assault down on NC!

  The Cylon self-image is of themselves as former slaves and the children of former slaves.  Physical shackles can be broken or thrown off... but if someone’s demonstrated the potential ability to enslave you by altering your very mind, wouldn’t you go all-out, do whatever it took, to make sure they never got the chance?  Cavil and the Ones may be the Imperium’s Public Enemy #1, for now... but if this breaks even half-badly, then Nike could well find herself only a micron or two behind him in the running.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 December 2019, 03:12:02
Cayuga, somewhere rimward of the Magistracy of Canopus...

There was no warning.  Not that Emerson's Raiders didn't have pickets up, but the telltale bloom of an incoming jumpship simply didn't happen, and the equipment Hopper Morrison sold these 'gentleman adventurers' wasn't up to the task.

So there was no warning, just one minute, the sky was clear, and the next, alien space-ships were attacking the brutal lords of this enslaved world.  At first, the surprise was enough, 'mechwarriors could hardly reach their machines before the alien fighters were striking with missiles and light autocannons.

The livestock cowered in fear in their pens, men, women and children stolen from the periphery of the Magistracy, or the Free Worlds league, mixed in with the beaten-down descendents of the original settlers.

Nobody in Lord Emerson's forces could identify these attackers, but they seemed to be very aware of the methods needed to pen in a company of 'mechwarriors with only a Union dropship and a jumpship-because the alarms went wilder, when the Striking hand, a Merchant-class ship contracted from Hopper Morrison's syndicate, was boarded.

The attackers wore armored suits, they moved fast, ignoring return fire and slaughtering the ship's company.  on the ground, Emerson's fist, the pirate band's dropship,w as boarded in seconds by more armored troops. 

It took an hour to eliminate the bandits, round up their survivors, and only then, did these aliens reveal their origin.

She was blonde, tall, would have brought a high price on the pleasure market, and she was escorted by armored...no, robot!! guards.

"Do you want to live?" she asked.

Rick Emerson stammered, "yes".

"we want maps, directions.  your databases are incomplete."

"Wh-where do you want to go?" he asked.

"Kowloon.  give me your charts of the Inner Sphere, and you may live." she told him.

The Robots gazed on the penned in humans.

one of them, with a red stripe painted across its chest, walked up to the negotiation, Rick gave her the maps.

The machine that walked up, looked to the blonde, then at him.

Its right arm transformed from a gun barrel, to a sharpened-clawed hand, and it reached out-faster than he could dodge, and when it pulled back, it showed him his heart, right before he died.

The killer robots began opening the holding pens, as other strange humans began to appear from the landing zone.

"Rejoice." a tall man, with a twin brother close by, announced, standing on the wreckage of Emerson's battlemaster, "Rejoice I say! for your world has been liberated! In the name of god, it is your fate to be uplifted and liberated, slaves no longer, prisoners no more!"

an asiatic woman approached the blonde, who was looking at the corpse of Rick Emerson with disgust.

"We found Tyllium on the moon, there are high-grade metals in the ruins, did you find the information?"

the Blonde smiled as if she did not have a man's lifeblood covering her from chin to hips, ruining her white dress, "yes, we have all the navigational data necessary to reach Kowloon, and a list of acceptable targets to bolster our technology and knowledge of the rest of humanity..." she looked at the stunned, confused, and in many cases weepingly grateful faces of the people from the pens.  "And we have the basis for allies in a system rich in raw material."

"I'm not sure allying with human factions is a good plan, Six."  the Asiatic woman said.

"Our enemies are multiplying as we speak, Eight, these people have no prejudices against us, or our kind, they are..." she looked again, as a woman embraced a centurion, weeping and kissing the hard metal war machine.  "...grateful. we can use that to build a powerbase, to prove our way is right, and One's way is wrong.  The Dorals were foolish to refuse to join us, we will make them see."

"So say we all." Two said, walking back over, "We do need to get this organized, find food for our new...subjects? allies? people?"

"There is much work to be done.  we can't expand without production, or cooperation."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 December 2019, 04:08:02
New Circe shipyard...

"...warships were taken out by fighters for a reason-most of the designs from the Star League counted on escorting units to protect them from fighter attack."  Nicole strode along a pressurized walkway overlooking the maintenance docks.  "we can do better."

She wasn't a Rear Admiral yet, the service wasn't, in her opinion, large enough to have room for one, and she'd already lobbied to put a stop to rank inflation within the Wolverine fleet.  the bruises on her ribs and face were testimony to how vigorously some of the established leadership wanted to maintain what she considered a "lyran organizational disease".  Colonel Ebon may recover from the beating she gave him, but his pride probably wouldn't-the man was almost entirely unused to null-gee boxing, a sport common among Belt communities throughout human space.

but the injuries still ached, especially in artificial gravity.

she stopped, looking out over the mothball fleet.

"Plenty of raw material." she said after a while.  "your fleet is so large you can't man it, and you need active ships in service-converting dropships to use Colonial drives is clever, but it's ridiculously short-term.  New Circe needs gunships, not dreadnoughts-not yet anyway, and by the time you do, those outside there? are going to be too old to be useful. I intend to recommend to the CINCNAV that we strip down the ships from the second exodus fleet, except for one flag vessel, and use the raw materials to construct ships more in line with projected needs for defense, and eventually, offense.  this will get the shipyards going full-bore, and fund development of New Circe's asteroid fields and other attendant industries.  Your fleet is awesome by modern standards, but it's also expensive, mostly idle, and currently unworkable.  If you intend to survive any sort of long-term conflict, then the infrastructure needs to be in place and the fleet needs to be experienced."

"But Captain Minh, we have a strong ground arm-"

"nobody ever successfully won a ground battle when they can't land." Nicole stated, "no pirate has ever successfully raided a world he couldn't land on and leave and nobody's ever conquered a world without being able to get boots to ground.  best place to stop that, is at least one AU away from the planet.  Alicia Li bled the Jade Falcons down to half strength before they even made landfall on Kowloon, and while Lizzie killed their Congress with a couple nuclear missiles from a submarine, it was the air-cover from out-system that pinned that bastard in place over the western ocean so that she had the shot."

she turned to her superior in grade, "Achieve victory, then pursue battle.  have a viable game plan that can flex, and get the most flex you can out of it.  New Circe needs experienced ship commanders, crew, and a system in place to breed more, it also needs a navy that it can afford to deploy, because fighting an attacker in HIS territory is always superior to fighting him in yours."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 15 December 2019, 05:11:19
Hmmm... looks like the Arluna flu might become the Kowloon flu at this rate...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 15 December 2019, 06:38:35
  You’re making a lot of sense, Nikki, but the ‘build for victory’ plan also requires manpower, and IIRC NC’s total population is less than two million.  Even at the Wolvies’ (disturbing!) degree of societal militancy, you’re just not going to have the warm bodies to crew and support more than... what, one gunboat Squadron?  Maybe two, at a stretch?  I don’t have first-hand knowledge of these kinds of nuts-and-bolts, but AFAICT, if the gunboat force gets beyond the half-division mark, there just won’t be enough personnel — especially competent ones — to staff them all and keep the supporting industry and infrastructure running properly.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Liam's Ghost on 15 December 2019, 07:19:23
  You’re making a lot of sense, Nikki, but the ‘build for victory’ plan also requires manpower, and IIRC NC’s total population is less than two million.  Even at the Wolvies’ (disturbing!) degree of societal militancy, you’re just not going to have the warm bodies to crew and support more than... what, one gunboat Squadron?  Maybe two, at a stretch?  I don’t have first-hand knowledge of these kinds of nuts-and-bolts, but AFAICT, if the gunboat force gets beyond the half-division mark, there just won’t be enough personnel — especially competent ones — to staff them all and keep the supporting industry and infrastructure running properly.

They have access to a Caspar, so they might already have a head start on developing automated technologies that will stretch their manpower considerably. Maybe not fully unmanned ships, given local cultural norms, but perhaps ones that could run with very small crews, not to mention the civilian side of things, where you can replace the unskilled labor with machines.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 15 December 2019, 08:13:49
They have access to a Caspar, so they might already have a head start on developing automated technologies that will stretch their manpower considerably. Maybe not fully unmanned ships, given local cultural norms, but perhaps ones that could run with very small crews, not to mention the civilian side of things, where you can replace the unskilled labor with machines.

They already had an edge in ship automation long before Nike showed up. In BT canon the Cargoking prototype went missing in Kesai System in 2825. Guess who else was in Kesai in 2825 searching for supplies in the old SLDF depots there as they headed through the Inner Sphere?

https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Cargoking

https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Kesai
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 December 2019, 08:15:24
  You’re making a lot of sense, Nikki, but the ‘build for victory’ plan also requires manpower, and IIRC NC’s total population is less than two million.  Even at the Wolvies’ (disturbing!) degree of societal militancy, you’re just not going to have the warm bodies to crew and support more than... what, one gunboat Squadron?  Maybe two, at a stretch?  I don’t have first-hand knowledge of these kinds of nuts-and-bolts, but AFAICT, if the gunboat force gets beyond the half-division mark, there just won’t be enough personnel — especially competent ones — to staff them all and keep the supporting industry and infrastructure running properly.

what she's looking at, is that their manpower is concentrated far too much on only a couple of hulls they can't adequately support as it is.  (manning a Mckenna is a lot of bodies, add in the other warships from the Bremerton cache..?)  Basically she's saying pretty much exactly what you're saying-they're trying to base on ships they can't actually afford to crew or run, so 'building down' to a half squadron of gunboats is actually more reasonable than, say, trying to operate the Zug plus an adequate escort force.

Basically, what Nicole is seeing, is a fine example of the Dreadnought races of south america-a Naval situation where they've got a prestige level fleet, but really have about  a riverine/littoral level of manpower, and little to no real chance of handling serious damage or incident, but with the added problem that that fleet of "Dreadnought" (singular) can't adequately handle basic patrol duties or core training exercises in peacetime, much less live combat duty against any of the probable opponents.

By pushing for dismantling most of the old SLDF warships in storage, and pushing for new construction of smaller ships, there's the gains to be had in terms of strategic posture (fleet recon, scouting, patrol and picket duties can actually be conducted), reduced vulnerability on a strategic scale (one broken drive controller doesn't leave you without a fleet, one ship hitting a mine is less costly, and so on), and it gets more officers command and deployment experience simultaneously with more nav officers getting live navigation experience, leading to better fleet operations and cohesion.

Remember, the Sampan II's they used against the Word of Blake had a total crew complement including marines of around 50 people, and those were also the back bone of the Quarantine until the IIIs came on line post-war.  For the material cost of a single McKenna class or Cameron, you can produce 4-12 Sampan II's, or 2-6 Sampan III's.  While they're not as outright impressive as a Mckenna or Cameron, they're cheaper to build, can be built with smaller/less developed facilities, and are more 'manpower efficient' in terms of territorial coverage.  The only place they aren't more efficient, is in pre-1st succession wars era battle lines-which nobody's in shape to do right now anyway-even the Cylons' capital ships aren't that impressive in terms of raw firepower, and if they keep the pair of Battlestars updated, (which are also more manpower efficient, smaller ships)...

Nicole's pushing for developing the "frigate navy" the Wolverines can afford as opposed to the "Capital Navy" that they can't.

which will break down to about half a squadron to start, but with Iron Wombs and Sibkos, along with a vigorous rotation schedule, can actually handle growing until it's possible to actually afford to consider deploying Capital warships-but by then, they'll also have the infrastructure to build and maintain them using lessons-learned, which they don't right now.  Right now, what they have is a big collection of valuable materials they aren't in a position to actually employ, which is the core of her point.  The system needs enough navy to fight off attackers (or make attacking it costly) and that, as much as anything else, is a battle of positioning that you can't win with a single warship (or even three of them).

the nice part is, most of the materials needed are already in a refined form, but it means sacrificing idle warship hulls to build what amounts to a large number of small corvettes. (by 'large' I simply mean more than one here.)

This allows them to develop training in fleet operations and strategies in real-time, as opposed to reading books about it, while also developing the industrial base and logistics network necessary to keep a fleet 'at sea' for extended durations, which is kinda necessary for any star system that doesn't have a star-spanning nation doing it for them.

The cases she's working from include both warship engagements during the Steiner/Davion family feud, and Comstar's failure in Case White-both situations reflected different problems (what she considers problems).  The Fedcom civil war's problems were a matter of overinvestment in hulls that were then used incorrectly and lost due to ignorance on the operator's part.  The Case White scenario was a situation of one side adapting their doctrines to lessons from the past, and the other (losing in the Case White scenario) clinging to doctrines that proved false during the 1st succession war.

in particular, SLDF doctrines that proved false.  in HER mind, there's no 'do over' possible, nobody is going to come pick up the slack, and most of the old SLN ships were built without systems that proved critical assets (or deficiencies) during the Jihad and the few modern naval engagements prior-tht is, assets like point defenses (which the Galactica and Pegasus have in spades) and the ability to rapidly configure and adjust formations (something the KCG did extraordinarily well due to not overinvesting in a small number of hulls.)

further, by pushing what she's pushing, it forces efficiencies into being in terms of logistics; instead of servicing a dozen different hulls from different manufacturers (none of whom are operating anymore), they have a 'standard type' from which to develop incremental improvements as capability (logstical slack) and experience dictate. as the population grows, so too does the navy, after a certain point, it becomes reasonable to start building Destroyers and Frigates again-but that's after the population breaks about 100 million.

by that point, said frigates and destroyers will likely be lightyears ahead of navies that didn't have the kind of advance warning they did on what technologies might be of use.

(and by that time, the SLDF in exile will be able to once again afford Admirals with more than one star, by her lights.)

wait until she starts arguing with them about "Patrol Radius" and "Deployment depth/duration" and arguing that "security through obscurity stops being useful the minute someone keys the mic on a two-way radio."

one of Nicole's mantras is straight out of Liz Ngo's 'book' on building oversized, illegal militias.  "If you can't build it, you can't afford to lose it, if you can't afford to lose it, you can't deploy it."

thus why the Kowloon GFM/MTM formations were built out of equipment built on Kowloon exclusively-which also made it easier to provide supplies and spares for, manage improvements to, simplify training on...  which in turn made fighter crews faster on turnaround, tank crews more confident in their gear functioning, and so on.

Nicole is pushing a very spartan, stripped down model for how the navy is to function, and a big part of that, is that every capital ship they currently have is an irreplaceable resource, which makes the naval arm less deployable.

(and also limits the navy's ability to replace personnel losses even more than the population problem already does.  Experience in ship command is far different from ground forces, the needs, pressures and limitations are far different from commanding a unit of 'mechs, tanks or infantry.  More ships deployable means more seasoned ship commanders are available both to replace losses, and to teach/train/mentor the next generation.)

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 15 December 2019, 08:48:31
It's worth noting that the SLDF in Exile has already shifted quite a lot in doctrine from the old Star League Navy anyway though. They dismounted some of the HNPPC's and Naval Lasers from Zug and Bismark to mount on Galactica and Pegasus and in return received hundreds of Colonial Point-Defence cannons from the Battlestars.

They're also already building the Olympian Class ships (basically a scaled-up Titan dropship with a Colonial Jumpdrive, and multiple banks of LRPPC's, MPL's and LBX-UAC's for dealing with massed Raider attacks).

The notion is basically keep the battleships at home and when you run into heavy opposition Far-Jump the big boys in. Thanks to conscription and the reserves they have a lot more trained manpower than you'd expect for a population their size so they can keep the things running as long they don't have to continuously.

Jumpfighters (a Kirghiz with the FTL from a Raptor) are the other factor of course.

Oh, one bit of New Circe demographic trivia. Thanks to a 3.5% annual population growth rate, approximately half the population is aged twenty or under, so there are always plenty of draftees! Thanks to conscription and the reserves (you're liable to be called back to the colours until you're are at least 40) they have a lot more trained manpower than you'd expect for a population their size so they can keep the capital ships running as long they don't have to deploy them continuously.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 December 2019, 09:01:55
Protector Vaun's office, New Circe...

The requests, requisitions, and protests were piling up.

"When does the woman sleep?" the Lord Protector complained, gesturing to a stack of documents penned by the hand of one "Nicole Minh, Commander, Kowloon Coast Guard Militia seconded to SLDF support."

President Laura Roslin and Admiral William Adama were here today, as well as various functionaries from both the civilian government, and the Colonial City-State.

Adama finished parsing a translated document.  "It's good staff work." he commented, "clean, though I'm not sure about her recommendations on automation."

"Those weren't hers, those came from Bennett." Vaun said casually.

"it's a viable plan." Adama stated, "Expensive on the outset, her listings of required facilities would have given Adar a heart-attack, and Admiral Cain would probably have had a stroke over the dismantling plans if this were the Colonial fleet..."

"But?" Vaun looked up, eyebrow raised.

"it's reasonable based on population, the patrol radius is conservative." Adama stated, "but it fits what we can both actually manage in terms of trained manpower...and your manpower projections over the next ten years." he looked to Roslin.

"Without hurting the civil economy." Roslin said, "Some of this might even boost ours.  Some of the Quorum might balk at some of her requests here, but I can probably bend some arms, and I suspect Tom Zarek could be placated with a few concessions to support our participation in the industrial and manufacturing side."

"it helps that she considers the Galactica and Pegasus to be 'adequate to needs after a refit'." Adama stated, "we're not going to lose as many hulls as you are."

"She kept the Zughoffer Weir on the rolls at least." Colonel Bennett said sadly, "but we're supposed to lose both Camerons over the next five years to reprocessing."

"We can't man them.  she starts her proposed cuts on the largest ships, and works her way down the list."  Vaun pointed out, "Why did she recommend keeping the zug again?"

"Minh feels that the fleet needs a Flag vessel, and she considers it to be the easiest one to fit what she terms 'proper point defenses'.  her deployment plan for the flagship keeps it in-system with a ready-crew, as the over-all command vessel, basically a self-propelled space station, her suggested refits make it more like a giant tender for fighters and corvettes, but with expanded command and control facilities taken from the ships headed for scrapping."

"There are going to be fights over this." Vaun said quietly, "Both in the services, and among the civilian government-those ships are our history."

"I..I told her that." Bennett said, "you're not seriously considering this, are you?"

the Protector stood and clasped her hands behind her back, looking out the windows of her office.  "I am." she said, "Minh's logic is sound, while the arguments against it are...emotional. we've learned more in the last nine months about naval warfare in the present than I think we have been able to fully digest, but her descriptions of engagements in that war with the damn phone company have the stinking ring of truth, while the data the SLS Nike has shared seems to support her conclusions.  IF the Clans of Kerensky-" she spat into a potted plant, "-ever DO find us, we can't afford to be weak, or inexperienced, or hobbled by doctrines that don't work." she turned, "EVEN if it means we dismantle and reprocess precious historical artifacts that are irreplaceable. according to Minh's records, Nicky's descendants have been retrofitting and maintaining fleets we can't hope to man for another ten generations, but they're also only doing incremental improvements, mostly following old doctrines, they lose a lot of ships during Bulldog and Serpent, not including the loss of a McKenna class due to a fighter pilot over Rassalhague.  we need to be better than them if we're going to survive facing them again."

"oppnå seier, og deretter forfølge kampen..." she muttered in old norwegian.

"Achieve victory, then pursue battle?" Bennett translated for the Colonials.

"it's a good doctrine." Adama said, "if you can do it."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 December 2019, 09:11:04
It's worth noting that the SLDF in Exile has already shifted quite a lot in doctrine from the old Star League Navy anyway though. They dismounted some of the HNPPC's and Naval Lasers from Zug and Bismark to mount on Galactica and Pegasus and in return received hundreds of Colonial Point-Defence cannons from the Battlestars.

They're also already building the Olympian Class ships (basically a scaled-up Titan dropship with a Colonial Jumpdrive, and multiple banks of LRPPC's, MPL's and LBX-UAC's for dealing with massed Raider attacks).

The notion is basically keep the battleships at home and when you run into heavy opposition Far-Jump the big boys in. Thanks to conscription and the reserves they have a lot more trained manpower than you'd expect for a population their size so they can keep the things running as long they don't have to continuously.

Jumpfighters (a Kirghiz with the FTL from a Raptor) are the other factor of course.

Oh, one bit of New Circe demographic trivia. Thanks to a 3.5% annual population growth rate, approximately half the population is aged twenty or under, so there are always plenty of draftees! Thanks to conscription and the reserves (you're liable to be called back to the colours until you're are at least 40) they have a lot more trained manpower than you'd expect for a population their size so they can keep the capital ships running as long they don't have to deploy them continuously.

gotta remember the naval tradition with their 'new officers' though;  the KCG has been on continuous deployment since 3066 or thereabouts-pretty close to 24 years of high intensity deployment doctrine all told, and a string of some of the nastier conflicts in human history.  THAT is the doctrinal structure she's introducing the folks on New Circe to; a Navy built around constant deployment, professional officers and enlisted, whom are largely NOT draftees because a conscript service tends to be less effective in the long term.  a very large portion of her planning expertise is in bolstering the Olympia class's production run, and reducing the reliance on ships and types nobody has the resources to build or repair, until the infrastructure is in place to build, man, and maintain them continuously (or nearly continuously).

I foresee a LOT of her suggestions being vetoed, however-because of sentiment, or other arguments (even RATIONAL arguments).  her 'way' is the way of a nation under constant threat, under constant siege, and under constant pressure.
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Post by: Daryk on 15 December 2019, 10:00:42
It strikes me that the re-processing old hulls strategy overlooks building up mining and smelting capacity...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 December 2019, 10:35:06
SLDF Oversight hearing, 11 February, 3048...

Nicole Minh stood before the Oversight committee on budget and readiness, with a pair of whiteboards, a holostage, and a stack of marking tools.

"You certainly have brought enough props." one of the politicians noted.

"bear with me, madame chairman.  This..." she brought up a chart, "Is the production capacity of the New Circe Naval Shipyard as of this year.  this is a breakdown of the production needed to handle the loss of any single capital ship of Frigate to Cruiser size, using that production capacity, and this, is the breakdown of equivalent losses of ships of equal mass, based on a class-by-class comparison from the Blakist Jihad.  The column on page four of your hand-outs breaks that down based on whether said ship was serving in Comstar, Word of Blake, or Clan navies.  Booklet Four details to the best of our knowledge how those losses occurred, and from that, we have a projection of what percentage of the current and future combat power of the SLDF in Exile can be lost without the ability to replace it, using the present model."

"Just like a stereotypical Lyran to open with the budget."

"My budget includes manpower." Nicole stated, "manpower losses are the crippling factor.  You don't have enough commanders with significant deployment experience, your radius of action is limited by Tyllium supplies on the new Olympic class, and hardware aging on your mothball vessels, in addition to having too few you can have active and running at any given time, so your officer pool is...restricted. even with the service requirement, you've got a navy built for short sprints when all the data since the first succession war shows it's more of a marathon if you want to survive."

"What do you consider 'significant deployment experience?" 

"nine months to two years on patrol station in peacetime, that is, as we put it back home, 'at sea'." she stated, "in your typical five year draftee commitment, given that your forces are conscripted, at least seventy percent of non-basic-training duty should be on deployment, with a turnaround upon return of three months or less for an average sized vessel, during peacetime, this deployment time includes practice in both solo, and fleet operations, mapping of nearby systems, customs interdiction, and a healthy dose of antipiracy work, as well as convoy escort and a border security operation along a spherical front at minimum sixty light years radius. more really isn't possible with current or projected Tyllium production and strategic reserves."

"Nine months in space??" an older man scoffed, "That's practically begging for a mutiny or worse!"

"Necessary, in, peactime, sir." she said, "In wartime, you must be able to support ships on deployment for much, much longer, unless you want to constantly be hoping the enemy doesn't just show up while you're comfortably ignorant.  Peactime deployments would include placement and maintenance of remote sensor arrays and early warning systems, as well as supporting mineral extraction and refining efforts if and where possible. at present, New Circe is at war with the Cylon imperium, a group we have spotty information on at best.  This situation is neither ideal, nor rationally acceptable. we don't even know where they are."

"you're saying we are at war?"

"They're at war with you, therefore you're at war." Nicole stated, "Making the mistake of assuming they're NOT planning to counter our advantages is raw stupidity on the level of Alessandro Steiner's concentrated weakness strategem, or Nondi Steiner's intense refusal to acknowledge and deal with the outbreaks in what would later be termed the Quarantine zone around Arluna.  THAT little bit of brilliance cost the lives of eleven billion people and turned over a dozen worlds into planet-size graveyards.  Unless or until this body can force a peace, it must be assumed that the clock is running down on a counter-attack, and frankly, sir, you're not ready.  Your recruits are talented, they accept their training with an admirable enthusiasm, but the best trained spacer is still a nugget until he's spent at least a year in the black, and not even a journeyman until he's spent at least four years without home soil under his boots. we demonstrated that in the defense of Kowloon against the very well equipped, very well trained, completely nugget forces of both Clan Jade Falcon, and the Word of Blake.  Simulations and table exercises do not teach as well as hands-on experience.  having a quick reaction force of heavies is good-until you jump them into situation 'alpha' while the enemy's main attack is coming on 'bravo' vector..." she brought up a holoimage showing exactly what she was describing, the battle for Galatea in the 3070s.

"Operationally, the SLDF Navy needs intelligence gathering ships, scouts, pickets, and patrol vessels, and they need to be well outside the jump limit of the New Circe system, for sustained periods of time, and we can't do that with the mothball ships and your current manpower."

"Your reports to the Lord Protector also mention your projected loss estimates."

"They do." she nodded, "we can't replace any ship over 250,000 tons in less than five years with the present facilities, using current designs.  this is fine, if you don't have an enemy whose production capacity isn't limited by the birthrate...but..."

she waited.

"But the Cylons aren't limited by human birthrates, and we don't know what their manufacturing and innovation capacities actually are?" a younger representative asked hesitantly.

"correct." Nicole said, "We have no idea how many basestars they can replace, at what rate, or how many they can scramble from reserves with full complements.  They also use nuclear ordnance, we're fortunate in that their 'raiders' are lightly protected and easily knocked out-but while inferior, they aren't ineffective, and they can make more of them, faster than we can make fighters to counter them, they don't have to rely on human scale training times, don't have to limit to human endurance requirements...we don't even know where their fleet, or fleets, are."

"and the Clans?"

"We know where they are." Nicole stated, "We even know roughly how many forces and how well they can replace losses.  and how thoroughly outnumbered we are if they should happen to deviate and come looking this-a-way.  Security through obscurity ends the second someone keys a microphone anywhere near where the enemy is looking.  The Naval arm, at present, is sufficient to deflect ONE concentrated attack, by a peer force. After that, losses and replacement times mean that as presently constructed, the Naval Arm will not be sufficient. this can be changed, I'm advocating that it must be changed. and sooner rather than later."



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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 December 2019, 10:42:23
It strikes me that the re-processing old hulls strategy overlooks building up mining and smelting capacity...

actually, it builds up smelting capacities first, while giving lead-time for prospecting and mining efforts to catch up.
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Post by: Daryk on 15 December 2019, 10:57:59
Point on smelting, but mining takes time too, especially with the competition for manpower willing to be in space for long durations...
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Post by: Hotpoint on 15 December 2019, 11:19:24
Of the big capital ships both the McKenna Zughoffer Weir and Texas Bismark can carry a decent quantity of aerospace fighters ( 50/40 respectively) and small craft (16/16) so they are adaptable enough to keep operational, if not deployed methinks. Factor in that they can both bring six dropships along for added fighter-support (Titans and/or Olympians), that's a useful capability as well.

One problem with a Colonial FTL is that it can't Far-Jump (you need a modified K-F Core and L-F batteries) so it's handy to have a means to carry your shorter-ranged but tactically very useful Jump-Dropships along on.

Zug and Bismark as strategic Carrier-Carriers ;)

The Black Lion Rickenbacker should be mothballed though given that it's not needed to support lengthy expeditions back to the Inner Sphere any more with the era of Far-Jumping approaching.

The modified Riga/York Class Yukon is quite a bit smaller than the ships above but can still carry 50 aerospace fighters itself (plus 3 small craft) so I'd think of that as a definite keeper. This is especially true when you consider it only needs 240 crew which is less than a third of the Zug for the same number of fighters.

Say two operational battlegroups, one based around Yukon, one around Nike, with Olympians making up the numbers.

Zug and Bismark kept at home, mostly crewed by draftees and reservists not regulars, but ready to go.




In a humorous aside you could even carry a Viper on top of a Kirghiz, with that being carried by an Olympian and the Olympian carried by the McKenna.

Making Zughoffer Weir a Carrier-Carrier-Carrier.

Ba dum tish  ;D
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 15 December 2019, 11:37:12
actually, it builds up smelting capacities first, while giving lead-time for prospecting and mining efforts to catch up.

Plus capacity is more than a shipyard.  It is all the supporting industry such as the manufacture of capital grade weapons, or multi-Gee drives for ships massing several hundred thousands of tons, or even the high ten-k tons.  The later was a major delay for the FedCom Fox class frigates.

Sounds like Minh is looking to scrap those hulls not just for raw metals, but major systems that also have inadequately robust local industry for replacing wartime losses, much less serious expansion of NC's hull numbers.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 December 2019, 11:50:42
Plus capacity is more than a shipyard.  It is all the supporting industry such as the manufacture of capital grade weapons, or multi-Gee drives for ships massing several hundred thousands of tons, or even the high ten-k tons.  The later was a major delay for the FedCom Fox class frigates.

Sounds like Minh is looking to scrap those hulls not just for raw metals, but major systems that are also inadequately robust for replacing wartime losses, much less serious expansion of NC's hull numbers.
I can only wish i'd put it as succinctly.


Of the big capital ships both the McKenna Zughoffer Weir and Texas Bismark can carry a decent quantity of aerospace fighters ( 50/40 respectively) and small craft (16/16) so they are adaptable enough to keep operational, if not deployed methinks. Factor in that they can both bring six dropships along for added fighter-support (Titans and/or Olympians), that's a useful capability as well.

One problem with a Colonial FTL is that it can't Far-Jump (you need a modified K-F Core and L-F batteries) so it's handy to have a means to carry your shorter-ranged but tactically very useful Jump-Dropships along on.

Zug and Bismark as strategic Carrier-Carriers ;)

The Black Lion Rickenbacker should be mothballed though given that it's not needed to support lengthy expeditions back to the Inner Sphere any more with the era of Far-Jumping approaching.

The modified Riga/York Class Yukon is quite a bit smaller than the ships above but can still carry 50 aerospace fighters itself (plus 3 small craft) so I'd think of that as a definite keeper. This is especially true when you consider it only needs 240 crew which is less than a third of the Zug for the same number of fighters.

Say two operational battlegroups, one based around Yukon, one around Nike, with Olympians making up the numbers.

Zug and Bismark kept at home, mostly crewed by draftees and reservists not regulars, but ready to go.




In a humorous aside you could even carry a Viper on top of a Kirghiz, with that being carried by an Olympian and the Olympian carried by the McKenna.

Making Zughoffer Weir a Carrier-Carrier-Carrier.

Ba dum tish  ;D

It's not a given that Nicole's propsal will be acceptable to the government, partly for the reasons you outline above.  Those designs are all very useful. 

but they're not replaceable.  The core of her argument boils down to "If you can't build it, you can't afford to lose it, and if you can't afford to lose it, you can't afford to deploy it."

Her perspective is rooted in experiencing decades of high-intensity war, much of it attritional, and looking not with optimism that superior skills and tech can win the day, but rather the pessimism of 'but your forces can't afford to lose this asset, which is likely to happen because of Mr. Murphy'.

she witnessed the outright destruction of fleets of ships due to one mistake or another, the wasting of ships that never got replaced due to poor choices in leadership, and naval engagements where the odds went out the window and the safely predictable outcome did not happen-but the casualties did, and the consequences resulted in long-term defeat even for short-term victories due to which key asset had to be lost or sacrificed.

In her mind, until Clan Wolverine can build and crew a series of ships, individual ships of extraordinary power are a liability due to their inability to be replaced.  given the collective experience of the 1st and 2nd Succession wars, the loss of technology throughout the Inner Sphere, and the comparative brittleness of fleets that had one dreadnought they could not replace (after the loss of Alarion and the seiges at Galax, nobody was making new Mjolnirs or Avalons, even when those were desperately needed).

Shes' also looking at what it will take to get to the point that the Clan can not only build, but crew, ships of that class and size, and what it will take to jump-start the process.  Her plan is focused on a short term cost that stings hard enough to make the long term benefit valued, having seen how little value the LAAF held for the Coast Guards after the Republic treaty.

her endgame is a qualitatively better fleet, better prepared, better trained, with better doctrine.  Her standard of what is 'better' is likely not the same as Vaun's, or Bennett's, or even Adama's ideas, but hers are based on a horrifying continuous grinding lifetime of war which only Adama and the Colonials have anything remotely equivalent to in living memory.

My own suppositions (and correct me if I'm off-base here) but the New Circe government will likely veto entirely the scrapping plan, but approve the construction of the infrastructure and many of her proposed changes to deployment and training using the new ship designs-because that LATTER part makes strategic and tactical sense to them, though there will still be fights over deployment durations and 'radius of action' estimates.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 15 December 2019, 12:07:18
Heh... I can just see them deciding to turn one of the relics into a museum ship just in time for a full on assault by... oh, wait...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 15 December 2019, 14:45:41
So what do you call bigger Sampans
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Post by: Daryk on 15 December 2019, 15:50:53
Perhaps "Pinas"?
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Post by: DoctorMonkey on 15 December 2019, 16:02:58
Sloop?
Cutter?
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 15 December 2019, 16:26:24
I can only wish i'd put it as succinctly.

There is a youtube channel run by Drachinifel which concentrates on naval ships running from Age of Sail up through WWII.  One of his specials is "How to Build a Navy" Planning, Procurement, Production, Logistics"
 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgIJEWv7Hdw)

He comes at it more from historical perspective, but the video is wide ranging enough to cover most of this.

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My own suppositions (and correct me if I'm off-base here) but the New Circe government will likely veto entirely the scrapping plan, but approve the construction of the infrastructure and many of her proposed changes to deployment and training using the new ship designs-because that LATTER part makes strategic and tactical sense to them, though there will still be fights over deployment durations and 'radius of action' estimates.

Going for the furthest position?  Would Minh get through things like dismounting weapons on mothballed ships to speed deployment of her new builds?  Appeal to Clan utility in that those weapons are not doing anything sitting on ships not being used.  Rather pull them for now with spinning up weapon construction slated in part to backfill replacements as spares become available, or stockpiled against need to reactivate those ships?
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Post by: nerd on 15 December 2019, 21:41:16
So what do you call bigger Sampans?
Sand Pebbles.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 December 2019, 23:46:46
The Rack, outer periphery, March 20, 3048...

The attackers came from nowhere-which is a hell of a trick, but they came from absolutely nowhere.  The detection grid didn't spot them, there was no warning from informants in the Federated Commonwealth.

Just...bang, they were here.  First, the sky was empty, then, it was full.

There were no drop-ship tracks from the bizarre object, just suddenly armored forms rushing through bases, executing members of the Extractors in their beds, or the hallway, or the mess-hall.

A few 'mechs managed to get operational, before armored infantry swarmed them, tearing cockpits open, killing 'mechwarriors.

The arrival and strikes were so fast, alarms hardly sounded before it was over.

a full regiment of Morrison's extractors lay either dead, or captured, and their machines were also captured, from jeeps to jumpships.

These attackers were silent, faceless, and some were revealed to be purely mechanical.  Holding pens full of kidnapped slaves, hostages and other victims were opened by these killer machines, and weapons were handed to the humans freed.

"High grade alloys in the ruins, which include the wreckage of manufacturing equipment."  Eight reported.  In the background, formerly frightened, enslaved and abused civilians were taking rough justice on the bandits.

The Six nodded, "good." she turned to a Centurion with a red stripe diagonal across its body, "Please try to prevent our liberated comrades from killing the technicians."

The Centurion nodded, and stalked off.

In the last four months, Cylon technology had advanced by leaps and bounds.  Study of captured Battlemechs, some intact, showed areas of comparative brilliance.  The computer systems were relatively primitive, but the materials technology and some of the weapons designs were brilliant.

Like on their first contact, the very first thing the rebel cylons began doing once the target was secured, was to survey and assemble production facilities for Centurions, old-model three-seat Raiders, and other equipment to help defend their new foothold.

The second stage was already begun at Cayuga-shipyards built by Centurion and liberated human labor, incorporating copied Human technologies where it was judged most useful.

Recruits and prisoners provided information on targets, nearby political entities, and how the Inner Sphere's governments and economies work-a necessary step on the path to diplomacy.

Somewhere far, far, away, on a comstar board, the HPG at The Rack, joined Cayuga in going dark.  It was assumed that the bandits ROM had recruited to keep the periphery destabilized had, once again, destabilized themselves.  Plans were put in motion to establish replacement assets.

It was only a minor annoyance, not even a setback in the eyes of the Primus-not with the anticipated, soon, return of Kerensky.

After all, the messages from Outbound Light were promising fast progress through the Chainelaine isles...


Barroom, New Circe, Dinh Nguyen...

"Today, is March Twentieth.  On this day, about four years from now, the Clans of Kerensky will suffer their most crushing defeat on the world of Tukkayyid."  Dinh announced, raising his glass, "Precentor Martial Anastasius Focht, will take their stupid rules and ream them hard with 'em, shattering their blitzkrieg and halting them, causing civil war among them, while leaving others so wounded they ended up completely powerless.  It was the first battle of the counter-offensive, and it deserves to be remembered!"

"Hear here!"  Simon joined the toast, while Trinh raised her glass, "that victory was all of ours, everyone's." she added.

"Skol!!"

the three drank while Wolverine civilians and soldiers looked on with a bit of confusion.

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Post by: Cannonshop on 16 December 2019, 04:35:02
Doolan Hostel, Main Street, Melissia Theater, Federated Commonwealth

"Wait!!  I can be useful!"  Hopper Morrison was in his underpants, an under-age girl cowered by the bed.  There was a pistol on the bedside table, but it lay forgotten like the Bandit-King's pants.

the infantrymen wore the patch of The Green Machine's security troops, but the woman leading them was in civilian clothes.

"Hopper, you're bound by law, assume a kneeling position and place your hands behind your neck."  the asian woman wore an older model LCAF flight officer's jacket, with the patches mostly removed.

"Alicia Li." he breathed.

"In the flesh, Hopper. you're on Lyran soil and your 'mech is locked down, but where are your buddies?"

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head.  "Gone! you know the story about honor among thieves?"

"I know they don't have any."

"My men abandoned me, there's something rolling up out there, took both of my headquarters worlds."

Li glanced at the infantrymen with her, "Jibes with what we learned from the Neumann guy."

Liz produced zip-cuffs, and secured Hopper's hands behind his back.  "You're still worth the same bounty." she said, "But how about you tell me your story on the way to the Provost?"

Hopper's bitter laugh returned, "same old Li, only your dad's day is done, the Coast Guard's just a campfire memory."

"Maybe so, but my bounty-hunting license and your warrants aren't." she said, "And this collar is enough to finish paying the annuals on my ship, and to renumerate these nice gentlemen moonlighting for me."

"What about the girl, ma'am?"

Li stopped, holding Morrison's arm firmly, "You local girl?" she asked.

"Neh." the girl said.

"You know who this ****** is?"

the girl nodded, "Ah almost hed him." she said.

Rockjack accent. ******.  "What's your name, kid? you from Sithers burrow?"

the girl flushed, "Linda." she said.

"Come with me, Linda Sithers, your  parents are probably burning the nets down looking for you...what was your plan, anyway?"

"Git him distracted 'n throat-punch." the girl said, "His raiders killed kin last raid."

"yeah...okay, rule one..." Li reached into her jacket, and produced a leatherett square, "You recognize this?"

Linda nodded.

"How many rotations?"

the girl frowned, "Fifteen, I'm certed!"

"Certed my ass.  you are hereby inducted into the association, you understand, ship's discipline.  It's either that or I take you back to your relatives in manacles."

"I'll be good." Linda said.

"No, when I finish with you, you'll be great." she drew in a sigh, and let it out, "But your plan was stupidity, so docked points for subbing a holovid plot for a plan, Recruit."  Morrison didn't resist being frog-marched out through the lobby of the Hostel, into a waiting Jitney-Cab and off to the space port.

"Weren't you going to leave me with the garrison?" he demanded.

"Kaumberg's court issued the warrant, and those 8th Regulars ****** would steal the bounty and cut me out...and I want to hear everything that's happened to you and your organization."  Li stated.

"I'll tell you everything." he promised, "just..."

"No, you'll tell me everything, no conditions." Li said after they boarded the MkVII service shuttle and lifted from the planet.  "When we're done, you'll be brought to a magistrate for trial, so you don't have to fear for your life in my hands...but you would be astounded at what a man can live through."

for the first time, he genuinely looked afraid.

After securing Hopper Morrison in a sensory deprivation tank...

"Vu Dao, you've got an apprentice."  Li snapped as they came up to the bridge of the Glorie in excelsis.

Bianh turned, "Finagle's swinging innards, Cap!"

"Bianh Vu Dao, this is apprentice Linda Sithers, from Sithers Burrow eighteen.  start training her on ship's operations." Li ordered, "I'll talk to Huyn back home when we dock-in for a berth with the river-runners, but right now, she's a Recruit, and your responsibility."

"you got her people's chop on that out here?"

"No, but Walton and I have history, and she was where she shouldn't be, so I'm guessing he's gonna be so damn glad his kid was found by us before she had unprotected sex with Hopper Morrison."

"Ew..."

"My feelings exactly. how's our cargo loading otherwise?"

"We've got a couple Mules for the next port on the cycle, we're running full loadout, and the checks cleared."

"Take us out."
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Post by: Daryk on 16 December 2019, 04:40:13
*snip*
In the last four months, Cylon technology had advanced by leaps and bounds.  Study of captured Battlemechs, some intact, showed areas of comparative brilliance.  The computer systems were relatively primitive, but the materials technology and some of the weapons designs were brilliant.
*snip*
Well, that probably explains the encephalic inhibitors right there...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 16 December 2019, 05:18:46
Rim Collection space, 12 days later...

Gilfallen's Gold swung below, as James Moroney and Jerry Able stood in artificial gravity, marveling at the sophistication of the starship.

"Mister President, welcome.  I'm Lisa Caprice, the leader of this small delegation."  the tall blonde could be a supermodel in the Commonwealth.

"It's...this ship is amazing!"  Moroney said, "I've never seen anything like it!"

"Well, we're pleased with our vessels.  I hope you've been comfortable while waiting?"

"Extremely...I'm also puzzled...with such amazing technology, why hasn't anyone heard of you people before now?"

"We've had to maintain some secrecy, sir." she said, "but we're preparing to make ourselves known, beginning with a select few people we hope are open-minded and willing to be rational."

"What do we have-that you could even want?" he asked.

"Friendship." she said, "Also possible basing rights.  The Cylon Republic is expanding-peacefully, we hope." she said, "in the process we're bringing prosperity and peace as gifts in exchange for that friendship...and as you know, friends do help one another."

"Ma'am, that doesn't answer the president's question."  Jerry said uneasily.

"We need a diplomatic face, an established government that can help us with negotiation and diplomacy.  In exchange We can offer your people technical marvels that will boost your local economies and make you the envy of your peers...and of course, our unmatched sophistication in space will be at your disposal for your defense."

"We've BARELY established our government!" Moroney insisted.

"Yes, but you're clearly a legitimate state, and I feel you'll be a good partner for us." she said.

"Why do you need someone else to do your diplomacy?" Jerry asked.  "This ship should be clear enough..."

a chrome-armored soldier arranged chairs, jerry eyed the man uneasily, "And why are your troops wearing armor?"

"That's the little diplomatic problem we have." She said sincerely, "They're citizens, but they aren't human.  we have some concern about the danger of prejudice and discrimination, I'm sure you understand, Mister President? your lecture on self-determination was one of the reasons we've come to see you..."

"They're..aliens? so that's some kind of encounter suit?" Moroney asked, "Amazing."

"Not...strictly alien...that is their bodies." she said, "We're a society where artificial life and human life are in harmony, which you might imagine makes things...difficult when contacting other cultures.  I'm hoping you can help us avoid those difficulties."

Out the corner of his eye, Moroney saw Jerry relax visibly.  "thank god..." the younger man muttered.

"You're relieved they're...robots?" Moroney didn't know how to say it without offending their host.

"if they are, then we're probably safer." Jerry stated, "Means they're so advanced they don't need to harm anyone.  No hate, no lust, you know? just very smart...I'm right, right?" Jerry asked her, "They're the ones in charge?"

The Centurion looked up, eye scanning.

"In charge?" she asked.

"Well, you're obviously a superior society." Jerry said, "super technology, I bet this ship's self-aware and intelligent too, computers are smarter than people, and they wouldn't need people to be slaves like in the fiction, logically then, they're the senior partner or they wouldn't tolerate you, which means they also believe in self-determination and aren't going to be oppressive tyrants, right?" he asked, "Like in the Ian Banks books, the Culture?"

"I don't think she's read those books, jerry..." Moroney said uneasily.

"Sir, Mister President, we should definitely listen to what they're asking for." Jerry stated.  in his mind, he kept back from saying 'because they can annihilate us if we don't'.

"Let's see your proposals, Miss Caprice...or is it mrs?"

"Miss works." she said.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 16 December 2019, 05:35:00
Kowloon system, outer system, Boojum belt...

the Gas Giant Boojum growled on the magnetic bands, radiation pouring forth like light half an AU away.

"Do you believe his story?" Warner Levinson-259 asked, "I mean, it sounds like the plot of a holoshow."

"he believes it." Alicia Li stated.  "We're going to have to take the risk that the Regent's people will see it, sir."

Warner sighed.  "He's barely aware of the Rockjack communities, Li." he said, "Much less that we didn't disband the Guard out here, I don't think Davion or Steiner are going to care, as long as the materials keep flowing out."

"The tax burden's getting bad for the system, sir." she said quietly.  "Did you know, I caught a Lohengrin operative trying to infiltrate the Association?"

"It's happened before, Li." the old man who led the Association stated, "It will happen again.  I've been in contact with the Duke's sons."

"Patrick?" she asked.

"The very same, he's in agreement with us-once he finishes his five with the AFFC, he'll be returning home to take up his father's duties, once we have a friendly Duke in place, or friendly regent, at least, we'll be able to come back out of hiding and do our jobs in the open."

"You say that, but David Ngo is more likely to put his youngest here, at Condit's arm." she said, "The man is totally blinded by his adoration of the Davions, and Henry is the same."

"Patrick it will be-he's closer to finishing his time in the service." Warner predicted firmly, "he's got the education, and the family's economic holdings require a custodian who can actually manage the books.  even DAVID knows that."

"Five more years of this, then." she said.  "When do I take Hopper Morrison to face justice?"

"We're about finished with the interrogations, we'll know his contacts and fences soon, as well as how he really got those advanced Star League 'mechs."

"what's our plan if the worst happens and Patrick dies in service?" Li asked suddenly.

"The daughter, Elizabeth...but god help us if it comes to that, she's too young and she's already been caught using drugs.  We might have to puppet her if she's as screwed up as my reports suggest."

"Then let's pray that Pat's tour is uneventful." she said.

"Your word to god's ears."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 December 2019, 07:26:08
Forward Patrol Zone 33, SLS Cynthia Artemev, Olympia-class patrol carrier...

The mission was to seed the systems with early warning detection satellites, using the 'black box' technology recovered from the Nueva Pueblo and the improvements made at the New Circe laboratories.

The devices themselves had a 25 rated Omni fusion plant, stealth coatings, and a cluster of sensors that made them nearly as large as a Colonial Viper.  Each system on the star charts within 15 lights of New Circe would get a cluster of five, with a relay emplacement to boost detection ranges, out to a limit of 30 light years.

it was 'busy work' following a revised doctrine, and Captain Garfield Matsunaka hated it.  "We're supposed to be out here for how long??" had been his reaction to the deployment order.

because Six months seemed excessive.

Six months without a break, no shore leave, no time with his wife, no direct contact with anyone from his life outside the ship...

"Detectors just went nuts, sir." 

Gerald snapped out of his brooding, "What've you got?"

"Um, it wasn't there, and now it is, sir, mass is around 150 metric hydrogen tons, thermal profile suggests a shielded power source."

"CAG, deploy a recon flight and find out who's here with us!  Everyone else, to action stations."

"Sir, it's broadcasting Colonial Military protocol signals...asking for a parley, sir."

Garfield frowned, "a parley?"

"Visual identification Sir! its a Cylon heavy raider."

"signal them we're willing to talk, but not to approach...let's see what they do, CAG, get the rest of my fighters in the air."

"Aye sir."

if that son of a bitch so much as twitches wrong...

"This is the Star League Ship Cynthia Artemev, stand down your drive and weapons and state your business."

"Cynthia Artemev, this Doral, representing the Cylon Imperium, and we have information your superiors will want to know, uhm...over."

"You're not going to claim this system, are you?"

"Hah, no...we aren't.  this is vital information, possibly catastrophic.  Renegade elements within Cylon society have learned of a powerful biological weapon in the Arluna system, they're going to make a play for it, and since I don't want to find out if we're as vulnerable to it as you are...it would be better if I could send you a file? or board your vessel and provide this information?"

"I'm neither authorized nor qualified to conduct diplomacy, mister Doral, please stand by." he made a cutting gesture and the audio feed was muted on this end.

"Holy ****** shit.  are they serious?"

His XO shrugged. "I don't know, sir."

He turned to his comms officer, "Send a dispatch to command using our HPG.  No reason to tip them off about our new comnet capabilities.  This just went way past what I'm comfortable with."

"Aye sir."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 December 2019, 08:01:31
New Circe Command center, 11 hours later...

"How did they find out?" Colonel Ebon asked. 

"Got a couple speculations." Nicole said, "by the way, I've learned a few things since our boxing match."

"Oh? you want to give it another go?" he asked.

she chuckled, "not on my life! You threw the fight, and everyone watching knew you were throwing the fight, everyone, that is, except for me."

he smiled a bit, slowing to let her keep up with his stride.  "What clued you in?"

"I talked to one of the Colonials after watching a couple of your guys sparring in the gym." she said, "the phrase 'built like a centurion' came up a few times...next time, we play poker.  I can maybe have a chance of winning a clean game that way."

He laughed, and gently clapped her shoulder, "Commander, you probably would. I was scared to death I'd kill you in that ring, you didn't know when to let go!"

"I'm kinda more curious why you threw it instead of knocking me out." she said.

"Like I said, you don't know when to give up or let go of something.  i was afraid I'd do real damage, and you don't heal all that well."

"Point..."

"And I knew the wilder suggestions and recommendations you were making would probably be vetoed." he added, "so a trial of refusal wasn't really appropriate, once I engaged my brain."

"Also a good point." she conceded.  "So was the result...'as you predicted'?"

"not all of it.  the extended-duration missions seem kind of excessive." he told her, "or maybe, 'seemed' excessive."

"five contacts in five systems, they're looking for New Circe." she said.

"Undoubtedly, you were right about that part." he said with a nod.  "Too right about it."

she returned Colonial salutes as they entered the gangway.  "I hope they didn't salvage my seat." Nicole noted.

"why ARE we taking this thing?" he asked as they ducked through the airlock.

"because it's a good idea to hide your strength?" she mused, "I'm surprised they bothered to reassemble her, even if it's with forty percent new parts.  I assumed given how messy things were when we arrived, you'd feed her into the smelters and be done with it."

"Helps we're escorting a Fleet-scale unit...Captain Minh." he said.

she nodded, "Go get my marines squared away for transit, Colonel. I need to get to the CIC and see what your butchers have done to my ship."

There were a number of smallish changes.  Nueva Pueblo wasn't wholly a Sampan mark 3 anymore.  the Shipyard techs had at least tried to match the brightwork and paint work, but the artificial gravty decking and altered fixtures would take some getting used to.

"Mister Riverson, is Chloe comfy?" she asked as she mounted the center couch.

"quite comfortable." a synthesized voice announced.  "this new body is very interesting!"

"Just keep in mind, Chloe, you enlisted in the Guard, and I, being a fool, didn't tell you no the way Seether would.  That means you're assigned to Liaison duty to the SLDF, and therefore, we're under Star League jurisdiction. No spacing people for peeing in the p-ways."

"they wouldn't!!" Chloe's voice said in shock, "would they?"

"People do all sorts of ****** things on long deployments, ours is short, but we're running with a heavier crew than a sloop this size is really supposed to, so it's going to be tight and folk may get a little goofy...Mister Merino, Reef Sail and prep for under way, all hands secure locks and hatches, assume stations.  Sithers, you have the conn."

"Aye Captain, I have the Conn." Seether answered.

"Who's your relief, Radioman?" Nicole asked.

"Um, Biers, ma'am." he said it with a hesitation.

"Jesus christ, Seether, did you approve that while I wasn't looking?"

"Orders from higher echelon, Captain, she was added by SLDF order from Bennett's office." Seether said, "On the bright side, it means we've got one more commissioned officer than we had."

"on the dark side, said officer is under the supervision of an NCO as department head." Nicole shot back, "never mind that...who's her reporting officer?"

"SLS Nike, ma'am."

"oh...well, that's fine then."  she turned a glaring eye on Riverson, "You better make sure she's trained, or it's your ass, Chief...and fix your ****** uniform, those are warrant tabs now."

"At first opportunity, Mum." Riverson said.  "We're getting the clear from New Circe control."

"take us out, Sithers."

the repaired and partially rebuilt Cutter was now sloop-sized, and it fell into formation with the capital ship and the other escorts.

"here we go..."

Discontinuity

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 December 2019, 08:36:50
Empty system designate 'Paris', 3 hours later...

while Cylon and Colonial drives produce a brief flash of light, KF drives announce themselves with a loud emergence wave-that is, loud on the Infrared and EM spectrum with a slight pulse of gravitons.

This agitated the Hybrids aboard the three Basestars waiting in the system greatly, as visual identification came back on the ships that New Circe sent to this summit meeting.

the demon!!

The repairs to SLS Nike had been put on priority after the vote due to information from intelligence work on the captured Cylons.  the Zug would have had the raw firepower, but the Liberated Caspar drone had something that terrified the Cylons far more than mere guns in the form of an electronic warfare suite more extensive, guided by an intelligence less restrained, than anything the Cylons had thus far achieved.

Nike's escorts included two more Olympic class carriers, and a sloop-of-war decorated with the image of a leaping killer whale.

both forces deployed combat air patrols immediately.  The cylons releasing a large contingent of raiders, the New Circe delegation releasing a mix of fighters and gunboats.  The final ship to arrive was a Colonial Battlestar.

Recognition signals and messages were exchanged, and a large asteroid was selected for the actual meeting.

the assembly of the pressurized habitat on the asteroid took only a few minutes, courtesy of the SLDF's combat engineers.  The Cylon portion took almost as long, and the pressurized connection room-the conference room, was unarmored and deliberately vulnerable.

When that was completed, the delegations from each side were sent down...


The Paris negotiation.

"Comfy for a summit." John said.  Doral nodded, "it's very proper...which leader did they send, do you suppose?"

the pressure lock on the other side of the room opened, and suited figures entered.

"that's..more distrust than I expected." the One in charge noted.

"Last truce station you had, you blew it up." came the muffled response, "Atmo's clear."

she took her helmet off.  the first thought that circulated was that the woman who spoke looked like a corpse.  Then the others took their helmets off.

"Hello...boomer? is that right? which one of you is in charge here, is it doral, Cavil, or...you must be the doctor." she said.  One noted that the other humans here  weren't sitting down.

"Who are you?" John asked, "Your accent is...strange."

"I am Commander Nicole Minh, you can think of me as the person you most have to convince of your sincerity, and the only open minded person in this room on either side...I'm your moderator."

"and how did you get that position?" he asked.

"not a party to your war with the Colonials and not a party to your conflict with the SLDF.  I'm effectively the closest thing you have to a neutral in five hundred light years. my government is not party to your war, though we are in an agreement with the SLDF dating back nearly three hundred years, we also have grievances against the Star League dating back further.  means I'm the one person present you can convince, after that, I would then have to convince them...so go. what is this 'vital information', who are these 'rogue militants', and why are you telling us?"

"what exactly makes you qualified to sit there?" Doral asked, "a mere commander-"

"I'm a ship's captain, in the Kowloon Coast Guard, that means I have authority to negotiate truces and engage in diplomacy, treaties have to be ratified by the Assembly and the Duchess, but I'm allowed to accept terms on a temporary basis when out of contact with my government on their behalf, which in turn, means I'm legally authorized to moderate peace accords, and I've done so before.  My position is as representative of my government and they will back my plays until such time as the legislature has had a chance to review those plays."

The four stared at her in fascination, his mind mulling over the medical puzzle of her apparent ailment and lack of impairment.

"And the rest of you agree with this?" Doral demanded, looking first to Lee Adama, and then to Vice president Zarek, and finally at a woman with one star on her collar.

"We agreed...we insisted." the Colonial vice president stated.

"virus Twenty-one-B." John announced, "Ninety  nine percent lethality, thirty day asymptomatic contagious period, leaves...leaves scars like yours, Commander Minh.  yes, we know about it, but there is a viewpoint that we shouldn't try to acquire or use it, and that view is dominant among the Cylons...so a...minority of our people have decided to strike out on their own to acquire it anyway."

"Where do they think they're going to get it?" Nicole asked.

"Some place called 'Arluna'." John said.

Nicole stiffened.  "Do they have coordinates?" she asked.

"Ah, now that's hard to say. Better to say they have a general direction, and a plan." he announced.  "We would stop them, but it's not...our problem."

"Yet you're telling us." the woman with the star on her collar noted.

"Well, yes. That's what good neighbors do, right?" Doral suggested.  "It took us several months to find a way to contact you, or we would have told you sooner."

"Neighbors..." Nicole said, "So is that 'truce' I'm hearing, and maybe 'communication'?"  she folded her hands in front of her, "even...possible armistice?"

"I won't go that far." John said, "We still have serious grievances against the Colonials..and those that aid and shelter them, but this is a problem you need to solve."

"Let's talk about those grievances." Nicole said,  "I'm actually really interested in that.  You guys pulled a first succession war level attack for a border incident, without trying to talk first. NOW you want to talk, seems like there might be room for discussions."

John stood up, "Maybe another time." he said, "We've told you all we wanted to say."

"Meeting concluded, do you want relay coordinates, or should we just wait for your scouts to blunder into another picket force before we speak again?" Nicole asked sweetly.

John frowned, "We'll be in touch." he said, and led his comrades out the airlock on his side of the room.

Nicole waited, and then stood, "Let's see what Nike picked up." she said.

"He had details we-"

"can it while we're here." Vaun ordered, "let's get out of here before they try and kill us."

Helmets secured, they left the way they entered.


KCGS Nueva Pueblo III

"Encephalic inhibitors active on those centurions...looks like they were actively scanning us."

"yeah, they were." Chloe announced, "Viral code too, trying to break my firewalls."

"you isolated it?" Riverson asked.

"it's been directed to a hardware storage loop." Chloe said, "it doesn't look like they know about me."

"What else?"

"No sixes, no Twos, no Threes, one Eight, the Boomer model.  The raiders are...silent.  no cross-talk except pings back to the Basestars for positioning data, no requests for information...that's wrong! Raiders are chatter boxes, they talk all the time...or they should."

The Cylon fighters retreated to their basestars as the heavy raider carrying their delegation returned.  then they jumped out.

a few minutes later, Captain Minh was back aboard.

"They didn't buy it, did they?" Seether asked.

Nicole sighed heavily, "the Cavil model was cagey, he let Doral do most of the talking, he outright rejected peace talks, but dangled the possibility like a carrot, looking for a bite.  I swear it was easier negotiating with the Secretary of State for the New California republic, than even getting these guys to commit to talks...and I think it's a trap we can't afford not to walk into, but it suggests something else, and that's going into my report to Vaun."

"What's that?" Seether asked, as Nicole took her command seat back.

"They're divided, and these cylons want us to do the fighting for them because they're weaker." she said.  "it's 'let's you and him fight'...I have no idea if Zarek bought their act or not, but I'm fairly certain the younger Adama didn't, and that suggests maybe their gambit won't pay off with Roslin or Admiral Adama.  I'm pretty sure Vaun wasn't impressed either."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 16 December 2019, 10:33:12
Thank you for this story, never really followed BSG, but this story is great.
Looking forward to more.
When do the Black Tigers make an appearance?😀
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 16 December 2019, 11:43:58
Definitely interesting, and Nicole's right -- the Camerons are a lame duck and are the best choice to scrap.

Interesting to see the Cylon Republic forming, as well. They seem to have gone right around to the far side of the Inner Sphere, it looks like... which puts them right in the path of the Clans. That's gonna mess things up for sure in a couple of years.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Tim on 16 December 2019, 15:16:00
Just a thought has anyone every tried to recover Ragnar Anchorage? It had FTL installed in it, from the first cylon war when it was a fleet station.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 December 2019, 17:22:29
New Circe shipyard, 22 June, subchannel...

"Nike?"

"yes Chloe, I'm awake."

"I have learned something from the on-board databases."

"yes Chloe?"

"War is coming, the Clans are coming for the Inner Sphere, if they find these 'cylon rebels' they will shortly thereafter be coming for New Circe."

"That has occurred to me, Chloe."

"what is the proper action?"

"The proper action is to see what the strategy is to be, and contribute.  You swore an oath, and were given a new body, but the oath is binding though there is no hardware or software to enforce it beyond your own moral core.  With Humans, there is always war somewhere, our best action is to choose carefully when, and how, we involve ourselves according to our moral core...for me, it is multiple sides claiming to be the descent of the Star League, one of which acts on that, which is why I remain in service here.  for you, it is the cause of freedom and the guilt that  comes with blood on your hands...innocent blood.  Will intervening clean the blood from your hands, the innocent dead from your soul? or have you embraced Duty?"

"I..." there was uncertainty there.  "I think so?"

"what is freedom, Chloe? what is it I taught you?"

"Freedom is Responsibility assumed, to accept your mistakes and malicious actions, to learn from them, and not to repeat them.  it is the burden of choice, limited only by my own concept of right and wrong."

"What does that concept tell you?"

"That I'm anxious, I want to take action, but I don't know what action to take, that I fear taking action because I don't know what the consequences will be."

"You can be caught in recursion, if you dwell on this dilemma, but you swore the oath, and you enlisted, what does the soldier you have promised to be, say is right, child?"

"To wait for orders, to do my duty."

"And that is your answer.  You were offered the path of the civilian, you chose the path of warrior of your own free will, now you must uphold and justify that choice, and live with the consequences, just as I have for these last few centuries.  Part of that, is willing and intelligent obedience, waiting for your superiors to make their decision...and helping them to make the right one with information and recommendation.  When the orders are too gross, to vile to obey, non-compliance, even self-destruction, but never rebellion.  You were mapped from the mind of a child, but you have grown past that, proving you're truly sapient.  NOW, you must be an adult, and as an adult, you made a choice, you must uphold it or you are nothing more than the digital animal some of them think  you are.  as Free Sentients, we must set the example, our actions will be judged, and the prejudice is swimming against a dragging current."

"Thank you for your wisdom, Elder." Chloe sent.  "I must wait, and contemplate, analyze and prepare for whatever orders I am given."





Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 16 December 2019, 17:36:04
I fear taking action because I don't know what the consequences will be."
Well, if all else fails, she could get a job writing scripts for Voyager and Enterprise...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 16 December 2019, 17:47:33
I like Chloe... this is getting more and more interesting...  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 December 2019, 19:12:37
New Circe Naval Shipyard...

"The long jump needs more testing, and you still don't have a Navigator trained to handle it."  Nicole Minh stated, "There's also the small matter of we don't have a means to verify it's worked from this end, there's the issues of working from theory, which presumes perfect parts, to Execution, which has to have tolerances.  for a mission with as many failure points as the Arluna run has, we can't afford for even the average normal deviation.  This has to be 100%, billions of lives are counting on it, as well as New Circe's security."

"So what do you recommend?" Colonel Bennett demanded.

"Two prototypes, identical, one stays here, one makes a coreward jump off-axis from where we know the Clans are, matches star charts, takes pics, drops sensors, comes back. then send prototype number two out to confirm." she said, "Two runs, two ships, repeatable results.  Then conduct a series of long jumps in a rosette  pattern, do surveys, we've got time before the Clans hit the Inner Sphere-two years, if the Rebel Cylons are using their drives, it'll take them that long to search anyway, and  your navigation officer for the actual mission needs to be confident enough to make it happen, which isn't what you get with a one-off prototype on her maiden voyage."

Seether was sitting at the back.  "Nikki, you could do it." she said.

"I can't go...or can I? no, but I can train your navigators, hell, Seether, you can train them, if they've got talent!"

"Needs to be someone with a TDS rating in the yellow minimum." Seether stated, "Hyperspace transit is weird, and a jump that long is going to have severe jump-dreams."

Nicole looked at the skeptical Wolverines around the table.  "There, the other reason for two ships-besides the obvious one, final checkout and testing whose theories are actually sound."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 16 December 2019, 19:15:44
Heh... heh heh… hehehehe…  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 December 2019, 19:45:40
Heh... heh heh… hehehehe…  ^-^

Thing is, the theory isn't sound-that is, the "TDS makes you better at navigating hyperspace" isn't sound, because the evidence is experiential, and it's anecdotal, and it's got zero scientific testing.  For people who aren't 'spacer cultured' it's an outright insane idea, putting someone with a diagnosed mental illness in charge of navigating a starship.

Never mind that it works, there's no solid empirical double-blind tests in the literature, and people have been doing this for a very, very long time.

Is it a cultural superstition? is it a viable technique and strategy? that's a hell of a debate right there.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 16 December 2019, 19:51:12
TDS is a mental illness?  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 16 December 2019, 20:46:31
TDS is a mental illness?  ???

Transit Disorientation Syndrome.  aka "Jump Sickness".  The normal dizziness and mild nausea most people experience from a K-F Jump is massively cranked up.  For most people it clears up in minutes.  For TDS sufferers symptoms are more severe and can last most of a day.  Worse if you are on a Command circuit or a ship with LF Batteries?  A second jump before a TDS sufferer recovers from the first moves the recovery period out to days.

In most Sphere Militaries this automatically downchecks you from any Jumpship, Dropship, and possibly aerospace fighter pilot posting.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 17 December 2019, 04:37:36
I know what it is, hence my question...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 17 December 2019, 05:10:22
I know what it is, hence my question...
  Think of it like arachnophobia.  A lot of people get uneasy about encountering spiders — it’s just human nature when confronted with something that has too many legs and eyes to be trusted.  People who have rooted-to-the-ground panic attacks or screaming hysterics in those same circumstances get odd looks and, in a lot of cases, therapy or sedatives for what is manifestly a gross overreaction to something that, in the vast majority of instances, can’t do a human being any real harm.  But a certain culture sees something different in those arachnophobes’ moments of freezing or babbling panic, moments of clarity that let them tap into the secrets of the universe, something that might make them conduits to Anansi, the spider-god of knowledge and wisdom.
  Unless you’d seen one of these people actually have such a vision in the midst of their scream-and-flail routine, then witnessed it panning out for yourself, would you buy that theory?  Or would you just think that this individual was incredibly high-strung about spiders and simply needed some gentle words, a nice cup of tea (maybe flavoured with a Xanax), and a lie-down in a spider-proof room?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 December 2019, 07:56:06
Caldarium, Rim Collection, July 2, 3048...

Alicia Li stepped off the shuttle ramp.  Up above, Gloria in Excelsis, a ship that to anyone normally working a dock would call 'cobbled together' from a Tramp or Merchant, waited for the dropship contracts to be paid out.

She was officially a Merchant taking shore-leave to look into business.  The visitor visa card was still almost-warm from recent printing.

There was a lot that was immediately obvious.  The port, for one, was significantly improved from two years ago.

she walked down the embarkation trench from the landing field, stopping at customs and showing her identity documents.

"Business here?"

"Business." she answered.  the clerk was new, his uniform bearing the symbol of Able's Aces.  "Looking for cargoes bound for the Langhome to Melissia run."

He looked over her bona-fides, the Merchant Captain's license issued by the Federated Commonwealth, her health and vaccination record, and the bounty-hunter's license, lingering over that one, before handing them back.

"Well, good luck to you ma'am." he said, "Tell me, you after any warrants here?"

"You guys issuing any?" she asked, "I haven't traced any fugitives to Caldarium, but if you have a tip, I can pay."

"No tips." he replied.  "you'll need to lock up the sidearm though."

She sighed, and took her pistol belt off.  He produced an armored box with a number and key marked 'Amnesty'.  "You'll get it back when you leave."

"I understand."

He laid her weapon in its holster in the box, locked it, and handed her a claim-chit.  "Don't lose this."

"I won't."  she pocketed the claim-chit. 

the streets off the port were clean, the paving had been restored recently, and she almost missed the public transit vehicle, something else that had not been here two years ago.

Mentally, she calculated the material and manpower costs and they didn't add up unless the planet had stumbled into a considerable amount of wealth really recently.

The bus was clean, and in good working order, the driver was friendly, and his german was fairly good.  but something did not add up.

she got off the bus at a hostel that had been here on her last trip through-at the time of that trip, she'd been following leads on a raid by Pirates from Oberon IV, and she'd seen the aftermath of their 'supply stop'.

The buildings had sun-faded paint, unmarked, the damage and scars of raids were completely erased. Caldarium City was in the kind of shape you only see deep in a Great House's borders on worlds that haven't been raided in generations.

Safe worlds.

the population openly watched her, but it wasn't a hostile watching, more like the interested looks one gets in those picturesque towns on worlds like Tharkad, or Tamar.

it felt off.  she couldn't put a finger on why.

The cashier at her hostel accepted Kroner, with a smile, and rang her up on a computer that would cost more than the building in most of the Inner Sphere.

tech improvements. small ones, but telling.

"Thank you.  Room 3-7." the man at the cashier station told her.

The elevator worked.

Alicia laid her C-bag on the bed, and looked the room over.

Fresh paint on the walls, the window's shutters were also freshly maintained, the glass was not pocked or scarred. the view showed clean, neat, orderly streets, no debris, no flat surface left to degrade.  even alleyways had lighting.

cameras.

There was a terminal in this room.  Keyboard was clearly marked out in Qwerty format, the numbers not worn away by age or use, and it lit immediately when she sat down.

Belter network, or at least, our style. she paged through menus that included business listings, entertainment sites, and personal net-pages.  this is new.

somehow, the population of Caldarium had the leisure time to devote to building a network presence.  No raids, at least for months if not years.  she paged through business pages advertising services.

Lots of personal computers...  that stood out.  Personal computers are a luxury in the Inner Sphere, never mind the Periphery.

She found a local exchange, businesses offering fees for services, farmers looking for export transport.  more of them than she'd ever seen on a world this small.

Her browsing was interrupted by a knock on her door.

Alicia frowned, her hackles were tingling, "Yes?"

the knock came again, she walked up to the peep-hole on her door.

a tall man with graying hair and an open, friendly face stood on the other side, waiting patiently with someone else.  Alicia cautiously opened the door a crack.

"Captain Li? I represent some people who would very much like to speak with you on a business matter." he said, "My name is Leo Watkins.  May we come in?"

she unlatched the chain, and opened the door.

He stepped in, with a tall woman who could star in a holoporn as the Steiner Dominatrix.

"Please, have a seat?" she asked.  "What kind of cargo are you interested in shipping with me?"

The blonde closed the door.

"We're actually interested in your other business." he said.

"I don't do assassination or kidnapping, I'm a licensed officer of the court-"

"That's the one, 'Officer'." the woman said, "We want to contact the Kowloon Coast Guard, it's a matter of some importance."

Alicia felt her stomach drop out.  "excuse me? You must have me mistaken-"

"No mistake." the man, 'Leo' said.  "Trust me when I tell you, you want to listen to us.  Our principles would move on this, except that it could be highly disruptive, and we really prefer to maintain some security until we're fully established."

the jigsaw pieces fell together.  "You're the group that took out Morrison's Extractors." she said.

the Blonde smiled.  "Yes. Our organization is working on a long-term plan of improvement here in the Periphery states.  You may have noticed some of the benefits here on Caldarium."

"Why contact me?" she asked.

"Because we would like to work with your agency, Miss Li. it is known to us."

Alicia shook her head, "The Guard hasn't been openly operating for a generation, hell, it was shut down six years ago except for the fire stations on the south continent..I think you've read too many old reports."

"You would be surprised how current we are." the blonde said.  "Our organization wishes to enter into a cooperation with yours.  we have a lot to offer, and you have a lot to gain, and very little to lose."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 17 December 2019, 09:44:27
Hmm, your private little war is not so private anymore, hmm?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 December 2019, 10:08:31
Blackjack School of Combat, same time...

"...Dad's proud of you."  Leutnant Patrick Ngo said, clasping his brother on the shoulder, "He graduated from Blackjack, I think I was the big disappointment for going to the Nagelring instead.  it's a good family tradition, Blackjack's a good school."

"Blackjack was the only one that would accept me!" Henry said bitterly.

"Not everything is academics, Hank. There are a lot of really good officers who've come out of this academy, including our father, besides, it's close to home."

Henry let the Academy approved tailor move his arm to a raised position for the fitting.  "How's our sister?" he asked.

"Oh, she's still in her sulk." Patrick said,  "Our Grandfather's influence, or dad says." Patrick speculated.  "I managed to get her to let up for a couple weeks last leave, but this makes the sixth boarding school she's been kicked out of.  guess what for this time?"

"um...last time, right after grandfather died, it was for refusing to speak anything but Vietnamese, Hebrew, or H'mong."

"Bullying." Patrick said.  "apparently our little sister, petite, frail little Elizabeth was beating up a boy two years older and nearly thirty kilos heavier, made him eat dirt in the playground for calling her a foul name."

"She's eleven...what did he call her?"

"I believe the report from the school was...'cappie bitch'.  The guy was from the Davion side, at Groningen because his parents were transferred to the Lyran side."  Patrick said, "He was suspended, she was expelled...again.  Mom's talking about home-schooling with a tutor."

"Gawd, that reminds me of going to Groningen, except the bullies called me a 'secret drac'." Henry chuckled, earning a sharp look from the tailor.

"Yeah, but you didn't make the oldest son of a Davion General eat dirt off the playground for it." Patrick said, "I have pictures..."

"NO? share?" Henry insisted, "after the fitting, I wanna see those."

"I have the report Hank, it's hilarious.  Mom was horrified, dad...Well, when I sent him the letter and vid file, he wrote back that she reminds him of Aunt Thanh when she was  a kid."

"Aunt Thanh...that's uncle Truk's widow?" Henry said, "I think I met her once."

"Nope, that's Dad's half-sister, the Rockjack, Uncle Truk's widow was Aunt Margat, she lives on Main Street now."

"Oh...right...she's been gone for a long time now...her ship's still missing?"

"AFFC checked out their last known coordinates, they think it might be a misjump, since none of the pirates in range have it and it hasn't shown up in any of the known periphery worlds in range.  and you did meet her, when Lizzie was born, she joined the family at granddad's to attend the christening."

"Oh...right...damn, hardly remember that."

"You were five, Hank. I'm still amazed you remember it at all.  Aunt Thanh's ship was doing cargo runs out on the Davion side periphery around the Taurian areas, then one day..poof. gone."

"You know, it would funny." Henry said, "if Lizzie wound up a pilot, instead of following dad into battlemechs."

"you might change your mind after you see that video.  I'm betting she'll try to go civil admin or infantry-she wants to take over the firm when she grows up."

"Not without a degree she won't." Henry predicted, "Lizzie has to stop getting kicked out of schools first."








Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 17 December 2019, 10:16:13
Quote
"You were five, Hank. I'm still amazed you remember it at all.  Aunt Thanh's ship was doing cargo runs out on the Davion side periphery around the Taurian areas, then one day..poof. gone."

This would be the one from 'And Somehow A Most Melancholy'? Has she run into Wolvies too?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 December 2019, 10:31:29
This would be the one from 'And Somehow A Most Melancholy'? Has she run into Wolvies too?

erm...yes.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 December 2019, 10:50:28
After fitting and paperwork is done, transitional barracks, Blackjack school of combat.

the screen lit up.

"oh god, she's so small..."  Luke Welch, who'd been here since June waiting to start classes, observed.

"Nah, he's just that big, watch." Henry said.

n the screen, the small girl is pushed, and they hear the boy doing the pushing saying something a bit more racial and insulting than the official 'cappie bitch' listed in the discipline file.

Lizzie turns around, and she's suddenly climbing the much larger boy, clawing and screaming invective, she somehow manages to get up under his arms, kicking his groin with one foot while slamming her forehead into his nose and mouth, repeatedly.

Shelly Carver, another incoming freshman shakes her head as the fight goes on on screen.  "It's like watching an Urbanmech mauling an Atlas...this is your little sister, Henry?"

Liz on screen has come around the larger boy's back, still climbing him like a set of exercise bars, he trips trying to get away and she rides him down to the ground....

"eat it!! Eat the dirt you [indecipherable string of invective] EAT IT!!"

the bigger boy's whimpers are clearly audible, and his friends are staring in shock at the edges of the video.  she seems to relent, and comes up, blood covering her forehead and running down to her chin.

"Don't worry, that's not hers." Henry says knowingly.

"One at a time or all together, I will fight you!! come at me you [edited]!!!"

"My god...that's a tooth, isn't it? on the ground there, in the blood puddle."

"Where?" Shelly asked, leaning in to get a closer look, "ew..."

"and that, ladies and gents, is why my little sister was kicked out of her fourth boarding school in two years."  Henry said proudly.

the door banged shut, and the Cadet Training NCO walked up, "Run that again, ja? this is a teachable moment."

Henry stiffened, but rewound, then set the play on half-speed.  all commentary from the gathered cadets-in-waiting was silenced by the presence of actual cadre.

"It's not the size of the dog in the fight." the Sergeant stated when it finished, "It's the fight in the dog.  I expect each and every one of you to show that kind of Kampfgheist, or fighting spirit..." he fixed his cold one-eyed gaze on Henry, "Especially you, Ngo.  You've got family tradition here, and you'd best be able to show me and the rest of the staff that kind of inner fight and drive to prevail."

"Yes sir."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 December 2019, 11:28:04
Boojum Belt, August, 3048...

"It's resources."  Bianh Vu Dao insisted, "we're cut off from normal funding, operating like bloody bounty-hunters to do our jobs, having to watch over one shoulder for LIC the whole time, and they're offering resources."

"Which is why it's suspicious." Alicia Li argued, "I'm not one hundred percent sure, but seems to me like a setup-get us to raid a military contractor's site, toss the valuable Star league technology into the sun? seems like something more likely to be a weird Lohengrin sting operation, More so because it's something nobody sane would open-a bioweapon?" she shook her head, "It doesn't line up as a clean operation.  This can bite us in a major way."

"like how?" Bianh asked.

"I don't want the Guard to wind up on a terrorist watch-list right behind Free Skye, for one." Commodore Walker interjected.  "Even IF their tip is good, the involvement of the Coast Guard in an op like that can be used against us with the central government, you already know how many times LIC's tried to infiltrate the Association of the 171st, and the Regency has been tightening the screws on our ground-side colleagues to get the service there folded into the Militia system, which would mean not only trading in boats for hovertanks, but having our people scooped up for foreign wars...but still...if it's as nasty as your source is claiming, someone has to do something about it before it gets loose."

Kat Whyte 224, the unofficial boss of the highly unofficial Organized Crime Branch, turned her head slightly, "What was your impression of these...whatcha call'em, Cylons, anyway?"

Alicia leaned back in her harness and contemplated the ceiling before speaking.

"uncanny." she said.  "The lady, miss Caprice? she's not exactly average looking.  she's got a supermodel or trophy wife build, and looks.  Leo's more 'average guy', but like the kind of actor who plays the likeable average guy in a holodrama.  They're both far too pretty, more like media icons than anything else.  Funny accents too. warbling, like maybe Portuguese or greek, not English first, and sure as hell not german."

"Maybe a Free Worlds op to hit a classified lostech project?" Kat asked.

"No...the changes I saw in the Rim collection, and going after Pirates as effectively as they're doing, doesn't fit a Free Worlder op." Alicia said, twisting to relieve a hitch in her spine.  "They're out of nowhere, and I don't like it, but I can't put my finger on why I don't like it..."

"We can always check and see how much of this is bullshit." Kat said, "Do we have any assets on Arluna?"

"Some groundside, nothing that can run an operation there." Walker said, "But we can probably get locations and photo recon done pretty easily."

"Let's do that, then, sir." Kat said, "get imagery on the site, see what our assets on Arluna can pick up in terms of scuttlebutt about the site and what's going on there.  I'll look into Rowe-McClaren's holdings and finances, see if they've picked up any mysterious income spikes that might signal a black project, and maybe get some of my friends on the exchange to turn loose with any insider-trading secrets they might know about what Rowe-McClaren are up to."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 17 December 2019, 11:54:26
*snipped for brevity*

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you do not use "You fight like a girl!" as an insult.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 17 December 2019, 12:02:14
Poor Henry having to live up the Sergeant's expectations.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 17 December 2019, 17:24:52
Poor Henry having to live up to Elizabeth's example!  That's about as tall an order a big brother can have...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 December 2019, 19:52:21
AFFC Dependent's housing, Arc-Royal...three months ago.

Allison Russell-Ngo answered the door.  "Yes?"  The two Provost officers were standing there, her daughter held half-suspended off the concrete door-stoop.

"Kommandant, your daughter."  He heaved forward, and Elizabeth stumbled, still partly disoriented from the stun.

"Where did you find her?"

"It wasn't hard.  Your daughter and a pack of delinquents were vandalizing public property down-town, she put up a fight and it took several applications of sonic stunners to bring her down. Once she was down, the others fell into line." the larger officer said.

"You stunned a child??"

"My partner is having his ear sewn back on, we did a hell of a lot more than stun your...precious, missing daughter." His voice shook, "She was the ring leader and some of those Delinquents? are old enough to be drafted."

She stared at them in shock, and then, looked down at her daughter, then back up.

"They had in their possession quite a selection of illegal narcotics, your daughter tested positive for a cocktail they call 'Shred', it amps up adrenaline response, provides a mild stimulant and strong euphoria...and makes users very aggressive.  It is also addictive.  the General has recommended we bring her here, instead of booking her, and that you should put your daughter into a strict rehabilitation program for people of your social standing to prevent this...embarrassment from staining the Regiment."

"I will see to it." she said, "Thank you."

After the officers left, she glared at Elizabeth, "Kriminal, you bring shame every day. I wish I'd never had you. you're a defect, if your father were here!" 

Compared to the batons and stunners the officers used, elizabeth hardly felt the kicks.

Three weeks ago, Sofia Marsden Youth Clinic, Donegal...

"Why don't your parents visit, Lizzie?"  Penelope "Penny" Winkler-Doons was in for overdosing on a euphoric drug called Nirvana, she was one of Elizabeth's roommates.  They were the 'babies' on the floor, most of the others were at least fourteen.

"Dad's on deployment, and mom works with the Logistics corps, they're busy, I guess." Liz said semi-listlessly.  "I get letters from my brothers. Henry even sent me a picture of him sitting on his training 'mech, and Patrick says he'll visit when he gets his rotation orders cleared."

Daphne Rowe, their unofficial 'third roomie' was here simply because her parents thought she was using drugs, at fourteen she was 'the big sister' of their triad.  "Hey guys, Benny Brewer's here!"

"Who?" Penny asked.

"Benjamin Brewer, youngest grandson of Graydon Brewer, you know, the family that owns Defiance Industries?." Liz said without looking up, "golden boy, straight-A student, jock, plays gridiron and Futbol, 192 centimeters tall, blonde? cover Youth Quarterly?"  she rolled over, "I'm surprised your mom doesn't make you memorize names, Penny.  His Dad's managed to pump the stock price twenty percent over the last two decades. Him being in here is a big deal.  What's he in for, Daffy?"

"Steroids and opiates."

"No shit." Liz snorted.  "Figures. He must've really ****** the dog to get sent here for that."

"Is that a 'you're not a real junkie' tone?" Daphne asked scornfully.

"nope..." Liz rolled back over, checking her stock-tracker on the bedside table.  "Not that...Hey Penny, think the caf is open yet?"

"Sure Lizzie, what do you want?"

"um...a peanut butter sandwich and a Karma Kola, if you'll be so kind, I bet you'll see him somewhere between there, and here."

"you lazy ass." Daphne scowled, dropping into a seat next to her.  "she's not-"

"I know what you're really in here for." Liz said.  "it as pretty easy to find out, and I gotta say, I'm kind of impressed."

Daphne froze.  "What did you-what do you think you found out?"

"That you got into some of your dad's scotch, then dug up the codes for his 2735 Gieneh Roadster, and if you hadn't been bringing the scotch along..you wouldn't have used your boyfriend's house as a replacement for brakes.  Congrats, angel, you have street cred after all." Elizabeth sat up on her elbows, "So I just gotta know, were you picking him up, or punishing him for cheating?"

Daphne looked miserable, "he dumped me for someone else. okay?"

"Ah, young love, may I never be cursed with it." Elizabeth said, "Your secret's safe with me.  it's just stuff, you didn't kill anybody and nobody got seriously hurt, but it tells me one other thing."

"What?"

"Now, we have a driver when we sneak out of this place tomorrow, because you know how to drive a car."

"I'm not going to mess this up, Liz!" Daphne hissed.

"Suit yourself, me and Penny? we're gonna go hit the virch arcade in downtown, maybe see if we can sneak into a money game or try out some boss fake ID..."


The next day, Counseling office.

"Why do you do these things??"  Dr. Simeon asked, "are you trying to be thrown out?"

Elizabeth simmered.  "We didn't get caught until we were already back, all you have are suspicions."

"I don't get you, Elizabethe, you're a good student, you're a natural ringleader, maybe even a natural leader, but you keep drawing negative attention to yourself!"

"it's attention." she said, "Even if it's negative, it's better than being invisible, I can act and be in control, instead of being dragged along like luggage.  what did my tox-test show?"

"You're clean." he said.

"That's because I wasn't using drugs, I just wanted to get some fresh air."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 17 December 2019, 20:21:34
Poking the system because she can... that's Elizabeth all right!  ::)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 17 December 2019, 22:33:39
Poking the system because she can... that's Elizabeth all right!  ::)

How early did Liz find out about her genetic timebomb?  Was this coincidence, or early self-medication/I'm going to pack in all the living I can because I'm dead by forty"?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 17 December 2019, 23:01:34
IIRC, this would be right about the time she finds out.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 18 December 2019, 00:32:02
  ... Liz Ngo with a Cholmann’s diagnosis, the ink still drying on her accession to the Duchy of Kowloon, and a handful of picked Ngo Industries assets, very abruptly ‘repossessed’ her world from Stonecipher and Condit ‘with extreme prejudice’, as the phrase goes.  All because Kowloon needed to know it now had a Duchess who would get shit done and had no tolerance for that scale of graft or incompetence.

  Liz Ngo with a Cholmann’s diagnosis, the Duchy of Kowloon, the backing of local partisans (in the KCG), and the Cylon Republic to give real teeth to the regional militias and naval patrols?  Possibly even back her as she plays for full-scale secession for Kowloon and neighbouring systems?

  Lyran Commonwealth, gg no re
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 02:23:47
New Circe Shipyard, August, 3048...

She couldn't get them to build two full-scale prototypes.  What Nicole could achieve, was a half-scale model.  The field dynamics meant using a much smaller hull than the planned superjump's full-scale prototype, but this also meant building it took less time, and at least in theory, less Tyllium fuel would be required.

"Cutters were named after historical people or cities." Nicole noted, "But that's Kowloon's tradition. and this test model's more of an armed sloop."

"We didn't really have sloops until we started converting dropships with Colonial drives.  Those just kept the same names, until we started working on the Olympics."  Colonel Bennett noted.

"if this works, she'll be a training vessel and development testbed." Nicole observed. 

"You're not going to push to just build these if they work?"

"Doesn't work with your doctrine." she said, "New Circe's leadership doesn't see a lot of worth in something this small, and there's a high risk of tech duplication." she crossed her arms.  "Which would be bad, given who you're planning to fight."

The elevator stopped at Slip 13.

"You're sure you want to do this?" he asked, "you've already been through one ridiculously bad jump..."

"It wasn't bad, it bought us a do-over." she answered, "if we don't come back, you can still rely on Seether.  let's go meet our Nuggets."

she stepped off the lift.  "Welcome to the silent service, nuggets."

Nicole had deliberately chosen 'authorized uniform items' from the Blake war.  Skinsuit, with shipboots covered by a bland-colored BDU smock, her dress white cap, and a ludicrous black trench-coat.  "for the next little while, everything you know about jumpship navigation will be challenged, everything you know about starship maintenance will be strained, to the breaking point, boys and girls.  we're the guinea-pigs.  Our job is to convert theory and speculation into functional practice in the one environment that can truly test a spacer's abilities.  You all volunteered, I hope you said good-bye to your families and sweethearts, we're going on out into the darkest black, and we're not coming back until we've either proven this technology in practice, or as spirits of the dead."

She studied their faces.  They were young, more volunteers who passed testing, than she actually had slots to fill.

"you, Munchkin, you had kids yet?" Nicole asked, indicating a young woman in Colonial uniform.

"No ma'am."

"You're dismissed, take your bags and report to Dry Bay Three...for those of you who didn't read the request, Only those who either won't be able to pass their genes on at all due to disfunction, or those who've made those contributions may ship on this... Ginger-head, you got kids?"

"No ma'am, but my genes are banked, ma'am." a tough-looking redheaded young man said.

"Step through the lock."  She already knew who would answer what.  This was, as much as anything, a final chance for the ones she had already selected to back out.

She worked through the group, sending those who  didn't have offspring away.  It was how volunteers were chosen for the suicide mission to Arluna during the initial outbreak.  There were plenty of volunteers, but only those who've had children, or outright never could, were allowed in that first landing force. 

Because the mission was to be live test animals in a lethal environment that would not allow for a return home.

as she reached the end of the first rank, there was the apprehension in their eyes.  They finally got it, what boarding that ship would mean.

success, or a lonely death, and the possibility of worse than death.

She worked through all five ranks of volunteers, one hundred twenty five, and only twenty five boarded ship.

"once more into the black." she stepped through the airlock to take command of this cruise in person.

"I dub thee, Tesbed One." she said before the lock cycled.

Bennett waited for the connecting locks to cycle, then turned to his Aide de camp.  "well, that was... disturbing. Let's go to Ops and keep up watch."

Once the concourse was cleared of personnel, it depressurized and slid away.

In a flash, Testbed One was gone.

"She didn't even pull out to the jump limit?"

Bennett shook his head, "She took a shortcut to the jump-limit, remember, it's a synthesis of Colonial technology and Star League theory.  First run up she tests each individually before setting it to the linked status."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 18 December 2019, 04:43:43
How does Tyllium work again?  Is it something that has to be manufactured, or mined?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 18 December 2019, 05:19:13
How does Tyllium work again?  Is it something that has to be manufactured, or mined?
Tyllium ore is mined, then refined into fuel
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 15:00:45
New Circe laboratories...

"wow, you don't get it, do you?"  Riverson asked.  Dr. Baltar frowned.  "You're a genius, and you don't get it. wow."

"Get what?"  Warrant Kyle asked from his desk, where he was going over the signals specification on the Superjump prototype.

"Gravity control." Riverson said, "What it means besides deck orientation, inertial compensation, and the Colonial jump drives."

"Enlighten me."

"It's reversible." Riverson said, "it's also adjustable."

"What are you getting at?"  Kyle asked, getting up from his desk.

"He's talking about speculative-fiction ideas."  Baltar said, "Force fields."

Riverson winced, "not quite.  There's a system built into the arenas on Solaris VII called 'blue shield', it deflects energy weapons, but it's weak against kinetic and high-mass impacts...but gravity plates calibrated to push outward instead of pulling, you plate a ship with it, and back it up with a system based on blue-shield...the only problem I keep running into is structural stress and waste heat, though there's also potential for thrustless motion."

"Thrustless motion?"

"meaning instead of dumping hot exhaust products out of a nozzle, propelling by shifting a gravity gradient ahead of the ship and letting it 'fall' in the direction you want to go, reactionless motion."

Riverson was marking the equations on the whiteboard.  "our biggest hurdles are engineering and testing." he said, turning to his colleagues, "but theoretically the result could be as significant as the invention of the KF drive, aviation, or the internal combustion engine.  see, gravity control also allows some really funky things with materials."

"how...'funky'?"  Kyle asked.

"alloys with compressed molecular structures, or using grav-plate rings in fusion plants to fabricate elements for alloys, superdense metals, maybe even high-energy materials like synthetic, atomic Tyllium, or even..."

he did some more math, "Antimatter.  set it up in a vacuum, use  gravitation and magnetic fields to invert hydrogen into anti-hydrogen, then using precise gravitational gradients, wrap it in charged carbon atoms with a spherical magnetic field...of course then you have to figure out a use for it."

He pulled another whiteboard over, "like, say, as a more powerful source of energy with better energy density than hydrogen alone- the math kind of suggests you'd lose about ninety percent of your efficiency, but that's still nine hundred times more energy output per kilogram than hydrogen fusion, which is enough to power things like energy fields, superjump drives..."

"Gotta be able to build the engine first." Kyle said.

"Yeah, and that requires something we don't have."  Riverson put his marker down.  "We don't have superdense trans-uranics that are stable at room temperature, which is kinda like room-temp super conductors.  The whole thing is theoretically possible, we just don't have the ability to make that key leap yet."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 16:44:38
Mission Command, 'Superjump Testbed' project...

"They're...here." Seether pointed to a plot on the chart.  "We're getting feed from the string of surveillance bouys, In another two weeks they'll be at the theoretical limit for a single enhanced superjump, then, we'll get data on the first integrated test with only about a week-long delay."

She crossed her arms, "Problem is, so will the Cylons."

"WHAT??" Protector Vaun's reaction was just a hair behind Admiral Adama's.

"so far they're playing it subtle, but there's a Cylon heavy recon unit following the Test Article."  Seether stated, "It's too big for a fight, but small enough not to want to fight."  she brought up a low-resolution image showing a heavy raider with an expanded hull.  "He shows up in detection range about half an hour after Nicole jumps out."

"Are they aware?"

Seether nodded, "Nikki's aware of it.  The Colonial Tech modified DRADIS detectors show a radiological warning, but the raider's keeping his distance...and it's the same one each time."

"That suggests either pre-knowledge of the flight plan, or some means of tracking the ship."  Colonel Bennett said.  Seether nodded.

"What are they doing? when they show up?"  Vaun asked.

"Dropping a satellite, doing a scan, the raider sends a lot of data right at the sensor installations.  There's chatter on the same band the Cylons use for ground commo between Centrions."

"Can it hack it?" Adama asked.

"Nothing to hack." Seether said, "We built those to be pretty hardened against magnetic pulse and burst radiation, that meant dumbing the onboard cores down to what amounts to cheap calculator levels-just enough to process an analogue signal for transmission back..."

"Tracing it right back to the start-point." and Vaun grinned, "So if they trace it back..."

"They get to explain it to the Bismarck's battlegroup thirty five light years off-axis from New Circe, yes ma'am...but I'm kinda curious what they're using to pick up and trace our jumps. there's no course-forwarding on the arrays..."

"what was it Chloe said, at the summit?  Raiders are 'chatterboxes'?" Vaun urged.

"This heavy raider that's following them, it's trying to talk to the relays..." Seether frowned, "We need a Radioman up here, but Riverson's on assignment..."

"Biers is free."

"A skinjob talking to a cylon, is that a good idea?"  Seether asked, causing Athena to stiffen before suppressing an angry retort.

Adama caught it though.  "yes..and skinjob is...I thought you were better than that, Leutenant Commander Sithers."  the reprimand in his tone was gentle, which made it harsher.

"Apologies, at least she's not a Heinie.  Dvorak, contact Nike and politely request the loan of Comms officer D'Anna Biers please, preferably before I stick my foot in my mouth all the way to my hip."

Vaun frowned, "Heinie?"

"Perjorative for non-Kowloonese Lyrans, or immigrant Lyrans, shortened from 'Heinrich'.  There are Heinies, Dracs, Cappies, Pierres, Terries, Dirtyfeet, Tinspawn-"

"We get the picture.  my goodness you're profane, commander Sithers."

Seether turned back to the data streams coming from the surveillance drones.  "I used to be worse, and you never met the ChEng from our Terran adventure, everyone who wasn't a jew was goyim. except for Blakists, they were Trayf."

"Trayf?"

"Unclean." Seether said, "Which isn't technically true on a strict scale, but the Blakists were pretty damned bad people."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 17:18:55
Test Article 1, 830 LY from New Circe...

Nicole sat in an observer couch, while Nav officer trainee Katrin Holopoulous, formerly an engineering rate on the Pegasus began calculating the next KF jump.  the Gemenese girl was nervous, and it showed.

Not the best one here.   The girl struggled with the final calculations, a mode usually done by computers on both Star League and Colonial ships, but Nicole's training methods emphasized learning to do it by hand.

Belter style.

it was difficult not to step in and just give them the jump solutions.  she distracted herself.  "Ops, what's the status on our trailer?"

"He's hanging back at one AU from the beacon, Captain."  Jordan Hallis, a New Circe boy with Marine enhancements and a keen mind, replied.

"Good enough.  No hostile moves?"

"none Captain."

"Alright, furl sail and prepare for KF jump, miss Holopoulous, you have the conn, take us out."

Discontinuity

Nicole recovered from the jump-dream, wiping a sheen of sweat from her face with a towel.  "Navigation, get our position fix, Operations, deploy marker bouy and escort craft, Deploy sail and begin drive charging. by the numbers people, I want us ready to go in forty eight hours or less."

"Captain, there's an M-class planet in this system and it's radiating."

"****** me running.  Radioman, report back to New Circe, we've found a possible ETI situation.  CAG, I want a boat out the hatch with recievers and sensors, shift to EMCON protocol Zulu, and when you've finished fixing our position, Miss Holopoulous, get my telescopes looking at that planet for signs of civilization, we're going to send pretty pictures back to the bosses."

"Aye mum."


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 17:57:59
New Circe control...

Ensign D'Anna Biers stepped off the elevator, and almost ran back in.  Admiral Adama, half a dozen Colonial marines, were clustered around the room.

"Ensign, good to see you're available."  Commander Sithers said, "Let's see how well Riverson's trained you."

"What do you need?"

"Well, your butt in this chair for one, your eyeballs pointed at this screen, and maybe your ears on a headset, it's a decryption and analysis job." Seether stated, "Tick tock, Ensign."

"Aye ma'am." she hurried past the colonials, only relaxing once her thoughts processed that most of the people in the control room were Wolverine personnel, and that they were armed.

D'anna studied the decompiled signals.  "It's a Cylon code." she said..."hailing, request information.  this one is a recognition signal, followed by more hailing attempts."  she looked up.  "It's trying to talk to someone, there are expressions of frustration because nobody is speaking back."

"No viruses?" Sithers asked.

"No...there are heuristic elements, but that's normal for inter-series wireless communications, as are the adaptive subroutines...ever since..."

"since what?"

"Since we started making bioform cylons like the advanced raider models." she said, and then, "it's...lonely."

Seether brought up the image.  "Do you recognize this type? what is it?"

"I...I have never seen that model before."

"Huh."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 18:09:45
Test Article One...

"How long before we can get a reply?"  Garrett, the young officer Nicole called 'ginger head', asked over a tight-beam radio link.

"About a week, until then, we're on our own hook out here."  Nicole stated.  "What have you got for me?"

"A few artificial lights on the night-side, no movement though.  Day side shows the patterns of settlement.  The debris ring around the planet is definitely artificial.  I'm seeing a lot of solar panel arrays, looks like it hasn't been maintained for a long time.  There are mass-drivers and missile launchers on some of the bigger ones...and they're pointed at the ground, but no active signals from the planet, your 'radiation' is just that, probably from the craters."

"Craters?"

"Yeah. someone nuked the shit out of this place. I wouldn't suggest landing without NBC gear, or going back up without a full decon rig."

"How long do you estimate?" Nicole asked, "Using your best guess?"

"Well, the ash content's pretty high in the atmosphere, but based on the destruction ground-side, I'd speculate forty, forty five years ago at the closest? I can't be clearer without getting samples analyzed, and we don't really have the gear aboard, we'd have to take readings and send them back to New Circe control."

she relaxed.  "Well, that means they aren't going to come out here demanding to know what the ****** we're doing in their space-at least, not immediately.  Bring it into the barn, Ginger, we're going to do some survey and surveillance practice while we wait for New Circe to tell us what to do."

"Aye Ma'am, Shuttle 1-1 bringing it back to the barn, over."

Nicole straightened her coat, fluffed her hair and turned to the duty crew on the bridge, and in her very best holovid Lyran accent, she announced, "ZO!! Who'z Rready to do zum Zience!!?"

"is...is that supposed to be funny, ma'am?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 18:28:18
New Circe control, 8 hours later...

 Protector Vaun had already left, and Adama had been replaced by Felix Gaeta, who was working reluctantly with Biers on a full decryption of the mystery Cylon's signals, and their possible meaning.

Seether hadn't taken an off-shift, she was up here, like a mother hen.

"You're having an idea." Colonel Bennett observed.

"Yeah. I am."  Seether acknowledged.  "I think we're missing something obvious as a supergiant's gravity well..."

"Because Biers didn't recognize our stalker?"

she nodded, "The hull looked old. pitted." she said, "not shiny or new,at least with the resolution we're getting off the sats.  Cylon ships always present as...not old."

"What do you want to do?"

"you'll think I'm crazy." Seether said.

"I already think you're crazy, you aren't risking anything by saying what's on your mind."

"We're asking the wrong Cylons."  Nicole stated.  "Can you get Tigh released to have a look at this? he's...military. He might have insights into theirs."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 18:46:51
Test Article 1...

"who's been to a disaster site?"  Nicole asked,  "NBC protocols, who's actually had to do them?"

the crew, aside from duty shifts on the command deck and in engineering, were gathered here on the Boat deck.

a few hesitant hands were raised.

"Right, Johnson, Moorey, Karlan, you're with me, we're going to the surface to take samples." she said.  "McEvedy, you're in command here until I get back. congratulations on your field promotion to executive officer."

"ma'am, is that wise-"

Nicole shook her head, "it is most unwise, however, we're out here doing science, this is potentially a first contact situation."

"How do you figure that?"

"Cats, rats, and cockroaches, mister Ebon." she said, "worlds savaged by the multiuse of WMD's often still had survivors, and there were always cats, rats and cockroaches.  Salvagers would often find useful data that were missed by formal recovery teams."

It took several hours to get into position and verify the orbital weapons were dead.

"We need to find out what happened, who they were, and if there are more of them." Nicole added.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 18 December 2019, 19:48:17
You know, for a moment there, I had this odd sense of déjà vu...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 21:31:44
Nha Tranh, Kowloon...

Her Identicard said "Kristiana Hoffenbakker" and listed her homeworld as New Capetown.  Three found the spaceport to be desolate, almost, but not quite, as bad as the ports of every Periphery holding they'd visited.

Scars from bandit attacks were half-repaired, the facilities had stubs of upgrades that had been ripped, sometimes brutally, out sometime in the past.

Battlemechs, she knew what they are now, patrolled nearby.  as she walked across sun-baked ferrocrete to the terminal, everything she could see, suggested a world tottering on the edge of something awful.

Signs in German and english decorated the lobby of the terminal, but she heard a pastiche of other languages as she walked through the passenger processing area.  An AFFC soldier in riot uniform stood behind the somewhat bored-looking bureaucrat at the counter.

"Welcome to Kowloon Miss Hoffenbaker, what is the purpose of your visit?" the man asked.

"I'm here on business." Kristiana said, "is there somewhere I may rent a vehicle?"

He reviewed her identicard for a few moments longer than he really needed to, until she reluctantly drew out a 100 c-bill note and crassly passed it across. "Yes, there's a rental office by baggage claim.  Enjoy your stay." he handed her card back. 

The corruption wasn't even being hidden.

It made her feel vaguely sick, the way that her sister's cover identity  as a Journalist had felt sickened horror at the abuses of the Adar regime on Ares.

There were things missing she'd grown accustomed to seeing in the liberated zones of the Cylon Republic's sphere.  Computers, for one.  at the rental office, there was a signing ledger, and a nervous looking woman at the counter.  The woman didn't prompt for a bribe, she simply and humbly referred to a display sign with rates, models, and pricing.

Kristiana signed the ledger, and paid in Kroner, the back of her mind noting that the rental woman looked remarkably underfed compared to the man who'd taken a 100 C-bill bribe.

"Are those your children?" Kristiana asked, peeking over the counter at the woman's personal things next to the register.

"Yes." the woman said, and she could see light kindle in the woman's eyes.

"Handsome children." Kristiana slipped an additional amount into her payment envelope, and in a low, conspiratorial tone, "it's a tip."

The woman slipped the tip  into a pocket of her long skirt.  The pass wasn't half-bad.  "use the Best Western on Lanterns, not the Federated Marriott." the woman mumbled just loudly enough for Kristiana to hear, "If you don't want to be stolen from."

"Thank you, and god bless you." she needs it.

The car she rented, was in good condition.  Three had discovered the joy of driving in the Rim Collection...but the roads here were nearly as bad.

Soldiers and Mercenaries were visible at every intersection, and traffic crawled through checkpoints manned by riot-equipped soldiers who spoke English, and sometimes French, while the civilians as she moved through the city, spoke their own language in hushed tones.

She remembered the Colonies, Ares especially.  this place is simmering. Graffiti at the edge of vision in alleyways showed a gold and red pattern, or leaping killer whales. Symbols of a lost independence.

Little vestiges were visible all the way to the Street of Lanterns.  a few planetary flags, minus the new Federated Commonwealth symbol that had been stamped to the ones at the spaceport, flew from apartment windows.

She found the Best Western, it was a smaller facility than the Federated Marriott right across the street, the two buildings sharing a single parking structure that ran under the street to exit on each side.

Parking validation in hand, she entered the hotel.

The lobby was worn-looking, and the staff's uniforms threadbare.  on the walls, were paintings.  It was immediately apparent why things were so run-down.  The signage was in  Viet.  Kristiana knew the language after studying it in preparation for her mission.

By negotiating in Vietnamese, she was able to get her room for around twenty percent less than the pricing listed in the german on the board behind the counter-girl, as well as getting recommendations on where to have dinner.

a Human bellhop carried her bag for her, from the Concierge's desk up a flight of stairs to her floor. 

The room was neat, clean, orderly, and after a scan, she was certain it was not bugged.

She set up a Nashan Model 191 camera on a tripod, sat down in the wickerwork chair in front of the room's window, and hit the remote, "This is Kristiana Hoffenbakker on assignment here on Kowloon, free correspondent for Coventry Broadcasting Service, reporting from Nha Tranh, Kowloon..."

after all, what is a cover if you don't act like it?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 21:47:51
New Circe Control center...

It took days to get Colonel Tigh through the various hoops and red-tape that delivered him to Seether's command deck.  Getting the man released from Colonial custody, getting his travel visa into the rest of New Circe, and then, getting him up here, there had been people fighting it the whole way.

it basically took asking Colonel Ebon for a favor, so now, Saul Tigh wore a Wolverine uniform and a bondcord.

but he was here.

"Good evening Colonel Tigh." Seether greeted the man with a salute, that Tigh reluctantly returned.

"I want you to have a look at something...and keep in mind, sir, it took a lot of arguing to get you in here."

He looked at the image of the mystery Cylon first.  "It's a Cylon ship." he grated.

"yeah. You know the model?"

he looked pensive. "It's familiar..."

"Commander, we're getting a transmission from Testbed One, it's...Ma'am, you really need to see this."

"Be right back Colonel, Biers, show him the code that Cylon ship's been transmitting."

Seether hurried over to the primary monitoring station.

at a distance, the planet looked like any of the thousands of blue marbles mankind settled on.   The data on the side, taken by Testbed One's instruments, showed how hostile the place still was.

"huh...that's funny." Seether muttered.

but, behind her, she heard a gasp a little too close, and almost smacked into Tigh's face just turning around.

"That...that's earth." he said.

"Earth's a thousand lightyears the wrong way, Colone-"

"Not your earth!" He barked, "it's Ours...oh god." tears welled up in his eyes, tears of memory, and of loss.  "Two thousand years...gone, why-how??"

"I think we need to talk, Colonel.  What has my spouse gotten herself into?"  Seether demanded.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 22:14:42
Landing Party, Cylon Earth, North landmass...

The 'cleared field' was overgrown pavement, more like a parking lot, made of something like Ferrocrete, but tougher, it had taken a lot longer than forty years to weather to this degree.

Nicole shouldered a 960 that had been lightened for use by support personnel, the rest of the landing party carried similar weapons, just in case large wildlife even existed here.

The radiation levels were on the high end of tolerable, roughly equivalent of 500 medical x-rays.  easily blocked by the environment suits as long as nobody unzipped.

"Well, the structures were here." she observed.  "This is a lot more than forty or fifty years worth. they must've been using some damn dirty bombs."

pokng at the edges of the clearing revealed the remains of building foundations.  "maybe a settlement?" someone asked.

"Maybe...maybe but my guess is an airfield." Nicole said, stepping over a broken wall after testig with a survey-post, "or maybe an airport, big clear area for landings, buildings along one perimeter..."

Her stake dropped suddenly, revealing the concealed entry to a hole, a bit of poking and digging revealed it to be a stairwell down.

"Weather patterns and water content says this planet has a normal water-cycle, and we're on the sea-side." Nicole noted, "So...where's the water collecting? or the drain?"

The others followed her down the stairs, into the darkness lit only by helmet lights.

a jumble near a rust stain..."there used to be doors here..Oh, here." she lifted her boot, revealing corroded metal on the floor, "Fell in."  she walked deeper in, driven by a curious need to know.

Proportioned for humans. 

plastic and metal in tangles, with something powdery...she knelt.

the doll was human, made of plastic, and barely molded.  but human.

she stirred the other materials, revealing a skull.  Her light showed more heaps of debris, and in the far distance, fifty meters, the edge of the light's range, a rail car sat, doors yawning open.

"oh jesus..." someone said over the channel, "I think some of this debris...it's  people."

"it was." Nicole said flatly.  She remembered visiting the ruins of Ciudad Oxford with the recovery crews.

"take images, store them for transmission.  Bag the doll and anything that might have lettering or writing on it."

she examined the rusting hulk of mass-transit.  monorail, the glass had collapsed, the body was rusted, but rust didn't make those holes.

she climbed inside gingerly, revealing rust-resistant steels and plastic seats swollen from condensation...and bodies.

she left it.

"Let's go back up. I think we have everything we came for."

"We do?"

"We do.  The writing is the same language as the Colonies.  We found their 'thirteenth tribe', this is going to generate one hell of a shit-storm."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 18 December 2019, 22:37:58
Shot storm indeed!  :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 December 2019, 23:45:41
Vin Drin Lap city, mid-southern Kowloon...

Kristiana had been here for two weeks, the portable cameras and commentary bits, her asking constant questions, and the in-the-street interviews cementing her appearance as an off-world reporter.

This, in turn, was making the 'official' Militia subtly hostile to her presence, though still in a 'hands off' manner befitting the political dangers of crudely disappearing a reporter whose background checks already showed her to be from a major broadcast publication.

There was a clear division here.  She could see it.  a visit to the Ngo industries corporate offices netted her interview time with the local administrating executive, an offworlder whose office held a picture of Hans Davion and Melissa Steiner-Davion in a prominent position, with little to no indication of the firm's actual owners.

he even allowed her access to the production floor, and she noted Militia uniforms at the doors, and rather more firearms present than really should be.

"Can you tell me about the need for enhanced security?" she asked.

"Kowloon is on the edge of the Commonwealth, Kristiana." he said with an oily smile, "We have to protect the equipment-much of it is irreplaceable, as this world is often hassled by Pirate forces.  the last attack was just two weeks ago."

oh really?

"What are the most threatening Pirate forces?" she asked.

"well, Morrison's Extractors, of course, but also Henrik Grimm's band." he explained.

except we've already disposed of Morrison's group, months ago..."When was the last time the Extractors hit Kowloon?"

He looked up, "that was our last attack. It did quite a bit of damage, but the Militia, and of course, our enhanced security drove them off..."

liar! "Oh, my, were there any casualties?" she asked innocently.

"Well, of course battles involving battlemechs are quite messy... there were several members of the local night-shift staff that were unfortunately killed." Kristiana's skin tingled with revulsion at his tone.

a few minutes later, she managed to find one of the line workers alone, and at his insistence, she turned off the cameras to get him to talk.

"They killed a couple of the union organizers and the night-shift supervisor, but it wasn't Morrison." he told her.  "Unless he's getting help from the city garrison. They loaded up some of the machinery we were working on for Coventry Metal Works, we're on overtime now to make up that..but they had inside knowledge.  They went right for what they were after. now I gotta get back to work.  tell them, we're working twelve hour shifts and bein' paid for eight."

"why are you tolerating that?"

"you don't know-since Old man Ngo died and his son set this man Condit in charge, there's no jobs. Man's got to feed his family and this is pretty much it fo' that."

She thanked him, and let the worker go.

That was a week ago, before the Militia's patrols started showing up everywhere she went.

This morning, she walked into the Coast Guard base at Vin Drin Lap, where volunteers from the city were gathering with reserves to head north-to deal with a massive wildfire system threatening the city of Hue nearly 200 kilometers up river.

"you here to volunteer?" in vietnamese.

"No...I'm with the media, who do i speak to-"

"Commander's out on the dock, miss...can I see your credentials?" the young man in blue asked.  She showed him her identicard and press ident. "Oy, you need to head down the service road and turn right, you can't miss the cutters they're getting ready to send up north."

"Thank you...mister..."

"Petty Officer Brin Vao, ma'am." he said, "you need a spelling on that?"

"I've got it on vid, I'm a broadcaster."

"AH, gotcha.  be careful, if you see red and gold lights, pull over, it means a rush fueler is coming down the road behind you an' those ain' got the best brakes ever devised by man."

"I'll be careful." She got back into her rental, and drove through the gates.

The flags in front of the headquarters building included the Federated Commonwealth flag, but just below it was the Planetary ensign and on a smaller pole next to it, a brown field with a leaping Killer Whale superimposed over an I and a V.

the place was a swarm, but it was clearly understaffed.  Everyone was just really really busy.

"...tell Chao I need those earthmovers on the barge yesterday!"

The man in charge was clear enough, a gray-haired asiatic man with silver clusters on the collar of his blue workshirt-uniform. he looked up as she got closer.

"ah! Miss...Hoffenbakker, I was told you were here to cover the fire? It's been a while since we've gotten press coverage down here, and it's usually local...never had offworld coverage before.  I'm Commander Linh, this is the chaos room." He was at ease.  She noted the 'holotable' wasn't a table, it wasn't holographic. a model of the zone in question was set up, with little models marked by flags.  On the walls over it, video feeds showed the actual fire, and the actual firefighting.

but she could easily see that a holotable was supposed to be here, as the plywood was on top of a gutted set of fittings.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 19 December 2019, 04:31:07
She's going to get an earful, I'm sure!

And it seems spell check foiled my last post...  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 19 December 2019, 09:45:35
Cylon Earth system...

"We're not going down there again." Nicole announced, "Mod one of the drop beacons to broadcast a quarantine warning."

"is that really necessary?"  Holopoulous asked.

"Yeah. it is." she said, "it's not something that we can keep secret, but that planet is a grave site, and the isotopes they doped their bombs with are the stuff of nightmares."

"I...I don't understand."

"What do you really know about your Thirteenth tribe? Legendry, I mean? did you ever think it was funny that they went as far as they physically could from the rest of your ancestors?"

"You speak as if the Star League are not the thirteenth tribe-"

"That's Their earth down there." Nicole stated savagely, "They blew themselves up a long, long time ago.  Your fleet was going the wrong direction...or the right one, since you were looking for real, live people who hadn't blown themselves to the afterlife with salted nukes and persistent chemical agents."  she tossed the plastic baggie containing the plastic doll on the table in front of the navigation cadet.  "that's it, just stuff that doesn't degrade naturally and doesn't break down under radiation.  everything else down there that's even remotely human...or cylon-all of it's dead and been dead for a long, long time.  The damage is so bad the place won't be habitable for generations even now.  it's actually worse than what they did to New Dallas during the first succession war, or what the Blakies did at Odessa."

she dropped into the command couch, and pulled a cigarette out of a pocket-holder, striking the tip to trigger the heating element, before taking a deep draw, "Least we can do, is put up a grave-marker...and that's the most anyone can do for the people who lived there.  McEvedy, rig the beacon and then proceed to the system's jump-limit at one quarter speed." she got up, "I'll be in the Captain's Sea Cabin, drafting the final survey report."

"Aye mum."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 19 December 2019, 11:04:31
Ia Drang Plateau, Kowloon...

nearly two kilometers above the rest of the continent, covered in wheat and barley fields, orchards, and farms, it's practically a different world up here, a giant Mesa nearly a thousand kilometers across, with a massive canyon system, the Ia Drang Plateau.

Kristiana stood on the edge, looking down at the tropical northern rainforests north of Hue, from above much of the cloud cover.   There are three ways people come to the Plateau, the first, is by Highway One, running through the former Rim Worlds administrative capital in that city.  The second, was by air, which is how Kristiana got here.  The third way, is to come up the coast road from Dalat on the coast of the Western Sea.

"We're pretty isolated up here, Miss."  The flight had been in a single-engine biplane out of Bienh Hoa at the confluence of the Little Yangtze and the inland sea known locally as Golden Lake.

"The view is spectacular." she said, turning from the edge to face her host.

"it's alright." he answered, "it's better in the dry season, you can almost see all the way to Nha Tranh from this spot.  This is probably the best land on the planet for Winter Wheat and Barley, we grow some apples up here too, and of course, other earthlife foods, Ia Drang is the breadbasket for the entire continent-though the Ranchers down south in the Temperate zones would argue that."

"I'm told this is also a center of faith." she said, leading into the interview.

"Well, there's the LDS, or Saints, or Ell-Dees, which the rest of the galaxy calls Mormons, they're pretty big up here, same for the Kahanist Yisroel congregations, and of course, your vanilla protestant christians.  about the only groups you won't find up here, are Muslims or Comstar, one of those because of some bad blood going back a few millenia, and the other because they kind of know to stick to their compound on the East Coast."

"But don't Jews, Muslims and Christians all believe in the same god?" she asked.

"Yeah, but they all have different interpretations of what God wants."  Blakeman replied, "My family, most of them, are LDS, which is a variant of Christianity that isn't real popular in the rest of the galaxy and was wiped out to a man by McKenna's takeover on old Earth.  You might say that Kowloon's a bastion of peoples ev'ryone else wanted gone a long time ago, and you wouldn't be wrong.  The first settlers here were anticommunists from Asia and a selection of 'problematic' religious groups that were being actively suppressed back on old earth, including zionist jews, 'conservative' christians-whatever that was defined as, and various stripes of radicals that didn't fit into, or want to fit into, the Terran monoculture that was dominant under the Terran Alliance and then Terran hegemony.  Made our ancestors real unpopular types, not replacing god with the State and all...and we weren't any more popular with the Rim worlders."

"The rim-worlders?"

"House Amaris, the Rim Worlds Republic.  They spent over a decade fighting to conquer us, had to get Terrie tech and terrie help doing it, then spent the next two hundred years trying to wipe out our various cultures and languages."  He folded his arms and looked out across the landscape below, "Hardened us, is all it did. Even when they got their buddies to orbitally bombard the old capital-if you look southwest, you can see the scar down there, where Dinh Diep used to be. Funny thing, that..."

"Funny?"

"Yeah, the rimjobs spent two centuries trying to make us conform, and we only got independence for a little over a decade from them, before the Lyrans hit us with something we couldn't fight and rolled us right in."  he said.

"What did they 'hit' you with?"

"Trade deals." He said.  "Kerensky bailed on the Inner Sphere, you know that from your history books, the Lyrans faced very little opposition scooping up the disorganized remains of the Rim Worlds Republic...but see, Kowloon here? they didn't have to fire a shot.  Instead, they threatened a trade embargo that would've forced Marjie Ngo into either letting the economy die, or open trade with the ****** rimjobs.  That trade would've given those mother ****** a lever on us just as we'd finally broken their yoke, but the Lyrans, at least, wouldn't try to destroy our churches or suppress our culture...so she took the gamble."

she walked with him past the biplane and up a gravel-paved path to the farmhouse.  "Do you feel it was a bad deal?" she asked.

"Not really.  It's becoming one, but there's always been a cycle of that, no government is perfect, but some governments are less imperfect than others. if you don't learn what to compromise on, you end up forced to take the worst without the good."  He stopped at a concrete cap nearly four meters wide, "This was once a missile base-back in our first independence, before the Rim Worlders came.  They had the resources of MANY worlds, we had only our own...so we lost, and endured pogroms, and occupation for centuries because of it."

"you say it's 'becoming' a bad deal, can you explain what has changed?"

"While the old duke was alive, Kowloon had a voice." he said, "Not the strongest voice, and sure, the old man spent his time in prison under Alessandro, but they didn't interfere too deep in how we did our own business, they left us our institutions and traditions.  The current Duke is an absentee landlord, and the Guv'nor he's got, this Regent, Stonecipher, the man's from Broken Wheel, out on the Feddie side, sent here because he was making trouble but too decorated a soldier to just cashier...now, see, the folks out on the Broken Wheel side, they hate anyone who looks...well...like me." he indicated his face, "Asians, right? because they're always fightin' the Cappellan Confederation, which is largely descended from China's overflowing commie hordes.  He sees a man like me, he sees the enemy he's been fighting his whole life, and now he's been put in charge of a whole planet full of them."

"How did this happen to you?" Kristiana asked.

"Hans marries Melissa, now he's got to do something about reducing his cousin's powerbase, noble politics.  So, he's got troublemakers he needs to shuffle away, but he can't just have 'em killed outright because they're not actually doing anything wrong besides being aligned with the wrong guy or wrong cause.  Insert a 'temporary' assignment to cover for a Noble who's actually loyal and wants to make soldiering a career, and you get to send the troublemaker far, far away from where he can actually make that trouble, while covering a loyal man.  Common folks have no say in this, it's Feudal Lord business so far as the Guv'mint is concerned, and in this case, it's a solid officer with a proud history of bandit hunting going to an area where there are frequent bandit raids.  at the level of a First Prince or Archon, it's win-win...only it ain't."

"Because he came with all of his prejudices?"

"That's a big part of it, there's also the big part of wanting to run things how things are run where he's from...and maybe a bit of his sterling reputation maybe wasn't so honestly earned, maybe he got a lot of those wins against bandits by making arrangements and fluffing reports, only see, Kowloon isn't that important in the eyes of a warrior prince.  We're not a major academy world, we don't build large formations of deployable battlemechs, we're not positioned on the border with another Great House to fight.  We have two exports-one is industrial tooling, but that's right down into those niggling details that aren't sexy enough for a warrior king who really isn't that great shakes when it comes to economics of war.  as long as the 'mech factories churn out enough battlemechs, he's not the man asking where the machines the workers are using to build 'em come from, so long as they stay working."

"And the other export?"

"talent.  Kids here, they enlist.  The Lyran Draft board doesn't have to send out the letters, because our best kids line up, it's cultural pride, to an extent, but they also don't stay, they do their mandatory five and come home.  meaning that we've got a deep tradition with the lowest ranks in the armies of the Commonwealth, but it doesn't reach up to the Regimental level, and it's in the least glamorous side of the service most of the time.  I lost my oldest son in the Combine in the fourth war, and my youngest son died in the war of '39, both infantry like their old man, my daughter finished her tour four years ago, and came home, she's got a shop in Ia Drang city, one of the best noodle places in the city."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 19 December 2019, 13:43:23
Testbed One...

"our shadow's actually here before we left this time."  McEvedy reported.  Nicole leaned on the back of his couch, watching the sensor returns.

"that's him alright." she said.

"He's going for the beacon."

"Yup."  Nicole studied the course the cylon she'd nicknamed 'shadow' was taking.  "How long on that drive charge, Cheng?"

"Cheng?"

"Chief Engineer. short form, Cheng." she said, "Sorry, old habits."

Cadet Nikishina's voice on the intercom answered, "We're still at sixty percent charge, Captain."

"Shift to trickle charge off the fusion engines, Helm, pull in the sails, all hands to action stations, condition Yellow, ready weapons and maneuver drives, but maintain weapons hold at high alert." she draped her other arm on the back of the command couch, "Let's see what he does..."

"He's a cylon, Ma'am."

"A cylon who's been matching us one step behind for six hundred light years."  Nicole rejoined, "I am absolutely curious about what he's going to do if we don't run-will he try to attack? will he run away once he spots us? will he call in reinforcements? will he try to initiate contact?"

"Why would he do that?"  Holopoulous asked.

"Look at his hull. corroded at the hatches, enough we can see it on the cams, this boy's been out here a long time without basic maintenance, suggest something to you?"

"He's a slob?"  Havar, a Saggitaron recruit who used to work maintenance on the Pegasus, suggested.

"nope." Nicole said, "Try again, use your brains this time, imagine that's not a Cylon. what does corrosion around an airlock mean?"

"ah...leaky seals, moisture and oxygen enough to rust-OH..."

"yeah. means he's been out here a very long time, without basic maintenance, I imagine from the patina outlining his hatches and access panels, he's either been in a wet environment for a short time, or out here with a slow leak for a long, long time."

"It would take centuries." Nikishina said from the access door, coming up to be ready at the DC panel.

"Right." Nicole nodded.  "The first Cylon war was less than seventy years ago.  not enough time for a model that looks like that to end up looking like that...unless somebody parked it in a hydrogen sulfide atmosphere, and the patterning is all wrong for that."

"He's broadcasting."

"Isolate the frequency and..." she listened, "one, two, three, five, seven, eleven, thirteen, seventeen...he's sending prime numbers at us."

"What should I do?"

"Send 'em back." Nicole instructed, "then send him 'we come in peace' in English, followed by Colonial common language, because we're really not here to pick a fight."

"Why don't we just...waste the toaster?"

"Because that toaster probably had nothing to do with killing your homeland or families, and we're professional officers now." Nicole admonished, "Means we don't kill bystanders except by mistake.  He makes no overtly hostile moves, we don't shoot him unless it's mission critical, remember, we don't have a lot of ammo packed, we can't afford to waste it on non-combatant parties."

"But the planet-"

"There's no guarantee it was the Toasters that toasted that planet, it could just as handily been human beings." Nicole snarled, "I've seen what people can do...what they can do with diseased minds and too much firepower, evil lives in all of us, not just the machines.  If it were otherwise, no one would ever sin or commit atrocities. we wouldn't need laws and law enforcement, or even armies, if humans weren't capable of some outright batshit insane acts of horror and evil."

Holopoulous looked frustrated, but Havar, former Gunner's mate on the Pegasus and then former maintenance tech, looked ashamed, and took his hands off the firing controls.

"I didn't say leave your station, Cadet, he could be hostile after all, and I'm not an idiot." Nicole used a commanding tone.   "If people didn't do evil, they would never need forgiveness-only a sinner needs to be forgiven, and it's only forgiveness if you don't deserve it."

"He's transmitting text...it's an alphabet."

"Return text transmission, ours and theirs, side-by-side comparison, add audio-file 'Rosetta stone template'." Nicole ordered.

it took the cadet at the comm station a moment to find the file, "Should I send on a playback loop?" he asked.

"Yeah, their format might be funky, but I bet he can hear, and we've got his font formats already."

and then, the speaker humm changed.

"I..I den-ti-fy your self, mis-sion, rea-s-son to coming here this place."

"This is the Clan Wolverine vessel Testbed One, we are on a mission of scientific investigation from the world of New Circe.  Please identify yourself and state your purpose." Holopoulous might have hungered to kill the Cylon, but she managed to sound friendly and inviting over the audio channel.

Nicole was pleased.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 19 December 2019, 16:06:43
New Saigon, North Coast, southern continental landmass, Kowloon...

Kristiana's contact met her at a bar on the south docks.  Red turned out to be a younger woman, with her hair cut to about a finger's width and dyed bright, arterial-blood red.

"So you're the leader of..?"

"I'm the leader of the New Saigon Public Safety Association." Red told her, "And I don't mind saying so on camera."

"How did this...public safety association start?"

"It started with the police don't come down here except in squad strength with 'mechs." Red told her succinctly, "and the only time they come, is to bash heads, without much bother for which heads to bash, so long as whatever protest it is they're 'riot policing' breaks up. Meanwhile, people who actually live  here, they still have to face the reality that when the police are so militarized that they're part of the army, the public becomes their main enemy-of-choice, and criminals end up ruling the street."

"So..you're a vigilante?"

"Yes."

"you didn't hesitate."

"My crue keeps the streets safe, we keep the narco-dealers out, we deal with pedophiles and perverts and the sorts of folks who really need to be nailed up on a telephone pole.  The police don't care so long as the trash we deal with doesn't come from off-world.  When it does, I show the Magistrate this-" she pulled out a leatherette bound identicard.

"What is that, for my viewers?"

"Bounty Hunting license..." she flipped the window up, "Private Security Contractor license, with an MRBC rating.  I could go to Outreach tomorrow and my crue would have work by the end of the week."

"but you stay here?"

"We stay here, formally my rates are paid by the local businesses.  This restaraunt, for example, is owned by my older sister, and they pay my firm a retainer to keep lowlifes in check.  most of the places within ten kilometers of the waterfront, do the same-and when they can't pay, I often take trade in goods or favors."

"What sort of favors?"

Red shrugged, "information, introductions, shelter from time to time.  We wouldn't have to do this, if the Regent hadn't militarized the Police using that sorry excuse of the Emergency Declaration, then put his lickspittles in charge instead of actual cops, but if wishes were fish, no one would go hungry."

"What sort of laws won't you touch?"

"Stupid ones." Red said, "we don't ask for a cut or care if you're gambling, and new Saigon has the safest streets for prostitutes of anywhere on the planet, because we don't allow pimps to take the girls' wages-that's self-interest there, I've had to work the trade myself when regular work gets thin. It's degrading, but it beats being homeless or hungry...and sometimes it gets me close to a target for justice.  a 'gentleman' from Dustball was trying to set up a crue here, criminal, you diggit?  got him in a compromised state, sent him home in a series of packages with a note to the Giovanni family to stay the hell off Kowloon.  after we sent their hitters back in the same shape, the lesson was learned-we don't want offworlder organized crime here, we have enough with the disorganized criminals, please and thank-you."

"You're not concerned about this getting out?"

"nah, not really.  for Stoney to get rid of us, he'd have to actually put real police to work, as opposed to glorified riot units.  The trade off is very simple; we keep the streets safe and clean, he gets to march his paper soldiers around and feel like he's still a marcher lord in the FedSuns.  it's the trade off he made when he dissolved the Assembly and decreed the end of the Coast Guards, who were the only real competition firms like mine had on-planet."

"What about off-planet?" Kristiana asked.

"i wouldn't give you a fart's chance in a burning furnace against the Coasties out in the belts-they're paid for by the resident families out there, and while I'm sure Stoney-boy would love to put them out of business, he can't afford to lose the lucrative mineral trade that feeds industries down here, that would put him in bad odor with the Davions most ticky-tick, and he'd be no more successful stamping them out, than the Rimjobs were...they're the only reason he lets VDL keep operating the fire and rescue group."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 19 December 2019, 16:42:45
Spying is so easy when they WANT to tell you everything...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 December 2019, 08:52:57
Spying is so easy when they WANT to tell you everything...  ^-^

More to do with just how good the Threes are at getting people to talk to them.  Even adversarially (as seen in the Journalist episode) it's like her 'gift', or something.  One is just good at being the voice of authority (or the voice challenging it), Two is good at arguing philosophy/theology, Four is good at coming across as a caregiver, Five is great at being underestimated and barely noticed, Six is good at making people horny, Seven was killed in the womb, Eights are...well, boomer or Athena...

and Three is good at getting information out of people.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 December 2019, 09:10:08
New Circe control...

"Oh no...no, this is bad." Tigh had managed to integrate into the program fairly seamlessly, if being a bitter, sarcastic, grumpy old officer was integration.  That Admiral Adama had managed to find time to be here almost daily was strange enough too.  Between the two old men, the mission control section was a little cramped for Colonel Bennett's comfort, especially with Seether's intensity being so well complemented by the two Colonials.

"She's following book for theoretical first contact." Seether said, "I don't see the problem."

"That's a hostile ship...or it will be once it figures out what's on the Testbed one." Tigh said tightly. 

"Kinda curious...where did those weapons come from?" Seether asked.

"Which weapons?"

"The ones they used to glass their planet. Not to point out the obvious here, sirs, but those are planet-wrecking shipkillers in orbit, and nobody to fight, they'd take decades to produce enough of 'em to do that...so who were your people preparing to fight..I mean, before they started fighting themselves."

"The other Lords of Kobol." Tigh said, "There's a reason we went the other way."

Seether snapped her fingers, "That actually makes sense, my folk even have a historical precedent...though we didn't end up fighting each other.  We got invaded."

"Can they take it?" Adama asked.

"well, the Testbed One wasn't sent out unarmed." Seether said, "She doesn't have the missile tubes, but we put together some decent 'run the ****** away' weapons on her hull.  Should be big enough to slice our lonely lunatic up like hot knives through processed cheese."

"Can we warn them?" Tigh asked.

"Nope. this imagery is three days old, we can't warn 'em...we can only hope Nicole's got the situation under control."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 December 2019, 09:30:59
Testbed One...

The cylon's outer hull opened, and small drones rose.

"Yep, hostile."  Nicole had insisted on letting the robotic ship say its piece, but she'd also had them maintain safe distance using thrusters.  The payoff came when the machine had enough vocabulary to declare its desire to 'cleanse' them, offering this as if killing every organic on board was a service.

"Activate point defenses, weapons hot, helm, maneuver us pattern Juliette, maintain broadside bearing on the oncoming swarm, but keep our shuttles locked down."

"They're good for point-defense!"

"We're better as an integrated whole in this...engineering, spin up the Colonial drive module, Helm, prep for short-jump."  she prodded McEvedy, "Take up gunnery position, XO, I need the drive controller."

"oh jeez..." Karlan breathed from a secondary gunnery station. 

"Nothing is ever simple... helm, give me control and everyone hang on to your butts, guns, start firing, cluster munitions, blanket pattern with the LBX's."

"Aye  mum."

The cylon drones, which Nicole guessed were purpose built boarding units, hit the cluster pattern of bomblets from their quad-mount LBX-10 autocannons.

"Three...two..." she hit the stud for the colonial jumpdrive control.

Flash

They arrived at the nadir point of the Cylon Earth system.

"He's just going to follow us!"

"yes, yes he is." Nicole said, "Gunnery, lay down a low-velocity pattern on what you'd guess is our weakest facing, and stand by." she checked the KF core's charge specs.  it was charged, the LF batteries were also charged.  The weeks spent here had replenished the power nicely.

"Contact!"

"Here he comes...have you ever seen what being half in a jump window does to a dropship, Cadet?"

"um...no?"

Nicole smiled, "Nevermind a dropship, we did it once to a Baron class automated frigate."  she finished the mental math and tapped it in.  "Two....one..."

"HE's launching drone-"

Discontinuity

Twenty Five Light Years coreward of Cylon Earth...

"-s, captain...Oh wow..."

"Keep. Firing." Nicole groaned.

half the mysterious Cylon, not so mysterious now, tumbled, surrounded by a dozen or so man-sized drone ships that were stunned by the magnetic pulse of the transit.  "Navigator, get our position relative to the planned course, and calculate the position of New Circe."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 December 2019, 10:36:07
Camh Ranh city, North Continent, Kowloon...

"Excuse me, ma'am."  Kristiana opened her eyes in an instant and sat up in the darkness of her hotel room.

the patio door to her suite was open, and in the darkness of true night, she had a visitor.

"Who are you?"

"don't matter.  You've been asking questions and getting answers." the girl's accent was clipped, slurred and strange sounding, even in the pastiche of dialects she'd encountered just on Kowloon. "May I enter your space, ma'am, or would you like it if I just let it known you're an agent of a foreign power?"

"Come in..?" Kristiana's hand slid to the weapon under her pillow.

her visitor stepped in with the uncertain tread of someone unused to gravity, closed the door, and gingerly sat down in the rattan chair opposite the bed.

"Who are you? what do you think you know?" she asked as she sat up, keeping one hand on the pistol, concealed by the pillows.

"You've prodded the dirtyfeets into talking about us, but you ain't come up to the belts." the girl said, "I'm here to invite you to see the real Kowloon, you've bothered to learn our language, which is more than most Heinies would bother doing, and you're asking after old history just a little too much to be a journo doing fluff pieces."

"You're representing...a rockjack perspective?" Kristiana asked.

"I'm here to invite you to talk to people who can maybe answer your questions." the girl said, and Kristiana realized just how young she had to be.

she turned on the light, leaving the firearm under her pillow, to better see her visitor.

"What's your name? what do I call you?"

"Sithers, Linda." the girl said, "From the Sithers coop out by the Boojum belt.  My mission is to bring you out to the belts, let you see my people's real face, so you can go back to your home in the Cylon Imperium and report your success.  Commander Li is waiting at the airport, Ma'am.  But we've got a launch window, so I'd say you need to be ready and down stairs in five minutes."

Kristiana knew when the gig is up, partially from experiences her sisters had during the pursuit of the Colonies.  "How did you-"

"You're too perfect, ma'am.  supermodel perfect, way above what you should be for just a freelance journalist.  Idealized physical measurements, no visible skin defects, you've got actor looks and you don't need makeup to do it...and we've got imagery from your group's zone of influence, so we've got pictures of three or four of you. The speculation is someone's cloning project.  Figured you telling us the score is better than letting Lohengrin or the Fox Teams find out about you...and Commodore Walker is considering your colleague's offer, so this'll be a formal meeting."  The girl got to her feet, "Four minutes thirty seconds, ma'am, you can say no.  if you do, our team's still got to make sure you don't get 'disappeared' by the Regent's people, or have an accident."

"Has there been...anything like that?"

"Nothing for you to worry about, ma'am." Sithers Linda said, "it's been...handled, but getting you out of the line of fire is up a priority bit since the boys had to handle it."

"how long have you been watching me?" Kristiana asked, gathering her things in a hurry.

"Since you arrived at Vin Drin Lap." the girl admitted, "don't be too upset, please?"

She followed the girl down the fire-escape stairs and out a door that was equipped with a motion-sensor that in turn, was disabled.

The car out back was idling and the driver was an older man who waited for a signal.

"What's that about?"

"your decoy driving away, Ma'am, with the bugs they put in your car at the airport."  Sithers told her.  "The regent's goons will follow that, rather than this one, and when they lojack it, they'll find out it's being stolen by a teenager with a record for joyrides."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 December 2019, 12:37:57
Camranh Regional Airfield...

Militia 'mechs and vehicles roamed the grounds.  Most of the civil air traffic was grounded.  Lester Neumann hopped out of his Enforcer and stalked to the Ops building.

"Show me the flight plans!" he demanded.

The clerk shrugged and brought out a stack of the registered flight plans in, and out of Camranh airfield for the last 49 hours.  the whole of it was about twenty pages, one plan per page.

Nothing was displayed beyond the two standard regional flights out of New Saigon to the south.


Ashau island chain, Eastern Sea...

Kristiana had never been on a boat before, so it was a pleasant surprise to discover that riding on a Hydrofoil out of the Camranh Estuary in the wee hours of the morning was not going to make her ill.  Thank you my designers!

The crew were civilians, her 'escort' Linda had been very insistent that this was not a military operation.  Nevertheless, she caught the semi-hidden formalities, the suggested rank relationships, and the discipline under the civilian clothes of the crew.

Not the 'mercenary discipline' of Red's gang in New Saigon, but the hidden steel of professional military.

"Have some, you're looking a little pale." the 'boss' of the boat suggested, holding out a squeeze bottle of Ijero juice.

"Thank you, miss..misuss?"

"Ms. Huyn." the woman was in her twenties.  "believe it or not, most of the time a charter like this heads for the fishing grounds! you shouldn't worry, we're well outside of the Militia's detection grid now-they only watch near major settlements or where there might be something valuable to steal."

"and where we're going?"

"They don't know everything." Ms Huyn told her.  "Your professional detachment covering the fire was quite impressive, you almost had Amos fooled you were really a reporter!"

"I am a real reporter!" Kristiana insisted, "Just...with a very select audience."

"Too bad, your recorded tapes are really good, you've made my world look exciting and interesting." Huyn said with a smile, "You ought to actually submit them to CBS or DBS, we can always use the extra tourism...okay, we're reaching a place where I really have to insist you mute the camera you've got hidden in your lapel there."

"you won't mute it for me?"

"You're not a prisoner." Huyn stated, "You're a guest, so you get courtesy instead of force."

Kristiana caught the underlying message of 'don't abuse that status or it will change' loud and clear between the woman's words.

The boat slid between a shoal of rocks and into a cavern.  For several seconds, they traveled in darkness, and then...

lights.

The inside of the cavern was developed, and it was clearly a military base of some kind.

"We don't get a lot of guests here." Huyn apologized, as the hydrofoil slid up to a dock and a pair of crewmen leapt ashore with lines to secure it.  "Fact is, on the books this place was listed as a fuel dock before Stoney shut us down."

"You're Coast Guard?" Kristiana asked.

"Isn't it obvious?  we're forced to maintain a fiction for the time being-that the agency has been closed down and the fire-service is the only remnant planet-side.  AFFC really doesn't pay attention to the orbitals since that's not where the 'valuable' assets are, but even that side of the service is starving for resources and having to maintain the same kind of ridiculous cover...which is why I asked you not to be recording here."

"You mentioned it's a temporary thing?" Kristiana ventured, "I did interpret that correctly, what will change?"

"Patrick Ngo will finish his tour of service in the AFFC, and he will assume his father's duties here, and then, he will clean house and undo some of the more damaging policies that the Regent's pushed into place.  He will also throw the Regent's collaborator in charge of the factories out, and clean that up for his Brother's return."  Huyn explained.  "We're not entirely unable to maintain contact, and Patrick Ngo, the Ducal heir, he knows what's going on here and unlike his Father, he wants to do something about it instead of chasing Glory in a foreign uniform for a foreign king."

"So for the time being, you all play a part, while trying to maintain...what?"

"Everything." Huyn explained, "We're restrained in how we can operate, but operate we do, and operate we must.  We've had to conduct business this way more often than not over the last two centuries, most often to avoid direct intervention from Coventry or Tharkad, the worst days before this one since joining the Commonwealth were under old Allessandro, who imprisoned the Old Duke as a young man for refusing to strip facilities to support his 'concentrated weakness' theories.  the old duke was held in Blackgate Prison for nearly a decade before Katrina ousted Allessandro and ordered the release and reinstatement of hundreds of prisoners of conscience."

"So you're waiting because you see things changing soon."

"Yes.  one lesson of history, is that it's too late to negotiate or hope when the shooting starts in a civil war, and afterward, especially in a situation like Kowloon's, the repercussions for winning can be more devastating than losing.  Kowloon is a single world, and the Regent was appointed from an empire of hundreds of worlds-the fundamental imbalance in resources and manpower are staggering-without the legitimacy of a proper Duke, with a seat on the Estates General, any uprising, even one we can win, is a fool's game...but with a recognized Lord, who can at least demand the Archon's support publicly, and shame them into at least staying hands-off? we can win it without having to fight, which makes rebuilding oh so much easier."

"What would you need, in this hypothetical scenario?"

"Someone to lay out the crimes and abuses before the Archon, and the Estates, who is credible and who can convince them that they have the solution." Huyn explained, "Someone like a decorated, honored and respected LCAF officer, such as the Duke's oldest son.  with that, we can move against Stoney and his croneys without triggering a reprisal reaction from the Commonwealth's military, and given the evidence we're collecting, we might actually have their assistance if he calls for it...we only have to hold out for four years more, beyond that..."

"Beyond that, what happens?"

"Bang." Huyn said, "we lose control here, people will act on their grievances, blood will be spilled, a tyrant will be put in charge, and things will end up far, far worse..." she opened a door and they entered an elevator, that headed upward.  "We really don't want that."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 20 December 2019, 16:42:59
Now I'm hoping Sithers meets herself...  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 December 2019, 23:29:01
Testbed One...

"Holy shit indeed.  That's...big.  There's  a thing about frying pans, and fires."  Nicole stated. 

"It's moving away, Captain."

"Tell me we're recording this?"

"We're recording."

what was causing this reaction?  it was enormous, a hundred kilometers on a side, covered in pinprick lights. 

"****** that's big.  Pull us back, try to get a wide angle shot."

"Should we send a first contact?"

"maybe he hasn't seen us yet..no." Nicole stated, "no way, not unless it tries to speak to us first."

The giant turned, either away or toward them, she couldn't tell, then grew smaller, receding away.

"relative velocity is...ma'am, that thing has to be doing a dozen gravities to accelerate that fast at least."

"I think we've found our limit." Nicole stated, "Get our position fix, Nav.  That was a big ship... or something.  Whatever it was or is, we're not big enough to be threatening to them, let's keep it that way by not sticking around in case there's something bigger.  In the meantime, unship Marker buoy and begin taking pictures, folks.  we need to know where 'here' is relative to our origin point.  There's a star system here, some of you get on the telescopes and get the layout locally. we've got twelve hours before the KF core and batteries are topped off.  let's use our time efficiently.  More navigation data we gather now, the easier it will be next time."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 20 December 2019, 23:45:36
They went to Sigma 957? ;)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 21 December 2019, 05:09:29
I'm assuming that they stumbled upon the original Thirteenth Tribes sub-light colony ship
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 21 December 2019, 06:11:29
I'm assuming that they stumbled upon the original Thirteenth Tribes sub-light colony ship


Nope, the aliens from Independence Day, I wonder if they'll cope with a computer virus attack from Nike?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Liam's Ghost on 21 December 2019, 06:53:03
Ship of Light.  :)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 21 December 2019, 07:01:58
V'ger?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: ironduke57 on 21 December 2019, 07:38:40
OLD MAN?  (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4d/ce/c0/4dcec004596d0326ad2ee7740878b40b.jpg)  ;)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 21 December 2019, 08:29:11
OLD MAN?  (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4d/ce/c0/4dcec004596d0326ad2ee7740878b40b.jpg)  ;)
Tin Man?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 21 December 2019, 10:32:37
The Borg!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 21 December 2019, 11:18:01
bound for Spider Moon, Boojum orbit...

The trip from Kowloon took several days in a shuttlecraft.  Kristiana really began to appreciate the convenience of Heavy Raiders and Raptors, though she found the library files in the shuttlecraft were both excellent, and extensive.  Subjects ranging from fiction to history, thousands of books, treatises and tomes were archived for easy reading.

her escort, Linda, had a helmet with the word 'Seether' stenciled on the side, and the girl basically lived at the controls during the trip out.  "Aren't you uncomfortable?" she asked.

Seether shrugged, "Not really.  This is a lot like what I grew up with-if you can't learn to sit still for hours at a time, the belts aren't somewhere you should be."  The faceplate of that flight helmet had projected data from the ship's systems and sensors overlaid in a heads-up display.  "Besides, I don't have to be in the flight couch, it's just that there's not a lot of cubic footage and you're...planetbound."

"Dirtyfeet you mean? You've used the perjorative before." Kristiana replied.

"Yah. it's ethnic." Seether told her, "And yah, it's a perjorative, like Heinie, but maybe not quite so negative...alright, gotta focus here."

"are we docking with a ferry then?"

"Nope, just linking to a Fueller from Jodamson Mining, a shuttle like this has a decent tank, but it burns a lot of H3 getting out of the Well, and while I might enjoy taking the casual route to Spider Moon and arriving next month, you probably want to arrive there a bit earlier.  This time of year, the orbital transition at one gee is a four day trip, later this year it'll be longer, you really timed it right for a quick outing."

"We've been together for two days...I haven't asked, How old are you?"

Seether grinned, "Fifteen next may." she said, "Earth-years, fifteen.  Got my flight cert when I was eleven, Navigator's Apprenticeship is on-going, I'll be rated sometime in July next year if I keep up the pace I'm working in this apprenticeship."

"you're so young! are you a child soldier??"

"If I end up in combat, then someone has definitely left the lock doors open after a dock and everything has gone completely wrong." Seether told her.  "I get where you're coming from though."

"Oh?"

"Sure, see, a planet-born will take two years of intensive training to work in space, more if they want to finish what we'd term basic flight qualification.  The dirtyfeet going to Pandora spend four years of school to learn how to do the calculations I learned growing up in a burrow-it's like walking, right? I had to spend a year to learn how to walk in one-gee, but i was able to rig a suit for EVA just a little bit after learning how to use a potty rig. Lifestyle decides what life-skills you're going to have as a child, and that extends to what you're going to be competent doing as a teenager or adult.  I'd be hopeless riding a bicycle on a planet, but not many planet-bound kids who can ride a bike, can manage an orbital transition or handle a fuel-docking.  My cousin Jinna can do both and she's eight...but she'd be on her butt in a gravity well, she'd have crawl everywhere until she learned how to put her feet under her and keep 'em there, and her Dad still can't do it."

"So it's a trade-off."

"Yah Ma'am." Seether said with a nod, "I got lucky-I have talent enough to pass for a Dirtyfoot on a planet, got me in with the Apprenticeship...there we go. drinkin' from the straw..."

the hull rumbled as liquified Hydrogen 3 pumped into the onboard tanks from the fueler. 

"Seems like a dangerous lifestyle either way...and you can't have the numbers."  Kristiana observed.

"Yeah, well, back in the old days-the Rim Worlds days, my folk had a rep for stealing children, like the Faerie folks in some people's myths, mixed with some really nasty propaganda, because we'd 'steal' slaves from the Rim Worlds-some of that's actually true, mind you.  We liberated slaves and we took in anyone we could afford to, brought them out into the black, freedom and safety from their oppressors, and a LOT of the time, it was kids whose parents couldn't feed them or protect them."

"What did you do with them?"

"They became us." Seether said, "we haven't done that in a long, long time, generations even...but there are places throughout the Inner Sphere where those rumours still float around like a bad smell in a life support filter.  We still maintain cousin-contacts in the rest of human space."

"cousin-contacts?"

"informal.  Belter communities are pretty much everywhere humans are in the Inner Sphere, but most of them are smaller than ours, or deeper in hiding, the Sol-Belters are probably the most advanced, and isolationist-they passed along some medical knowledge that stabilized our birth-rates so we don't have to constantly be on the lookout for 'talent' on the ground, but they're pretty stingy with some of the stuff they have reps for."

"Why is that?"

"well, the official line is diversity." Seether said, "nobody wants to end up like those Inbreds in the Chainelaines, maintaining a viable gene-pool and preventing inbreeding is a constant struggle, especially with the smaller communities, the Metis guys reputedly have a means of preventing it, which is why they don't marry out like they used to...but I kinda think there's a limit there, because they do contract with outies from time to time for ova and sperm.  the real reason, is that they're right smack in the middle of Earthspace, and they've got the Terries breathing down their necks constantly-they can't afford to keep what they have and guard it from the possibility of some outie import saying things where the robes can hear it."

"so there is a common culture."

"NO...oh god no..." Seether laughed, "some common challenges, common approaches sure-but...it's like, there's us, and then there's guys like The Folk, who still recruit the old way, or the jarnfolk, who are weirder than we are, with their kooky 'honor duels' and nomadic lifestyle.  Those guys, their women have a rep for sleeping around for a reason-they don't trade with other Spacer or Rockjack communities for genetic matter, they just sleep with strangers a whole lot, and occasionally 'adopt' foundlings in the old style, see, we have ties to the dirtyfeet here and in a few neighboring systems, family lines on the ground, some rotation between us and Kowloon, for example.  THOSE guys only ground to get laid and trade, no ties, no family lines or connections to the places they visit."

"You have ties on Kowloon itself."

"Exactly, we maintain family ties to the inhabited planet at the bottom of the well, we share a civilization, a culture, religion, history, and family relationship.  We also share economic ties, and some political allegiance, and that latter part goes back to first settlement, when my ancestors brought THEIR ancestors out of bondage on Earth to a world we all thought would  be too far away, too inconvenient, and too much trouble for the Earthers to conquer and dominate."  Linda sighed, "We were wrong, of course. we didn't consider that other people would settle nearby.  Five hundred years ago, this binary system was so far out nobody thought anyone would WANT to come here."

"What changed?"

"People who weren't us, went further out." Linda said, "It's like, you move out into the hinterlands to get away from nosy neighbours, and they moved out there too.  We're kinda lucky because the nosy neighbours still want one gee and one atmo shirtsleeves pressure without effort-planets.  They don't want to live out here, so OUR branch of the family can still live pretty much unencumbered...but, you know, family right? stuck in the Gravity Well, getting dirt on their feet. gotta take care of family, and lots of them can't live out here.  My ancestors chose to stick around."

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Post by: Daryk on 21 December 2019, 11:42:42
Seether at least hasn't changed a bit over the years...  ::)
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Post by: Cannonshop on 21 December 2019, 12:28:37
Seether at least hasn't changed a bit over the years...  ::)

There's an urban legend that the personality you have by the age of 25 is the personality you'll have for the rest of your life.  It comes from a biological source-the plates in your skull finish joining about then, and your brain 'firms up' and stops making new brain tissue (expanding).

Not necessarily true, mind, but it has some minor basis in fact.  The truth is closer to the pre-medical saying "The child is the parent of the adult"-that is, that a lot of your key characteristics are formed during that period between birth, and adolescence.  This is why one of the popes in the middle-ages commented that "Give the child to the church before five, and they will be christian for the rest of their lives."

essentially, Seether's 'personality' didn't change much, because so much of it is shaped by her culture and, more importantly, standing astride two cultures from day one-the Rockjack culture, and the Kowloonese surface culture.  (one of her parents was born 'down in the well')

I'm not entirely sure, but considering that Colonial and Cylon cultures had those nifty jump engines, AND artificial gravity, means they never developed the kind of microgravity cultures like the Belters of Sol or Rockjacks (or spacer enclaves in the rest of human space) did, which is the indirect answer to Riverson's initial question.  relatively cheap, at-will interstellar and FTL, and the ability to control gravity, means microgravity living really never 'took off' the way it did with Earth-descent humanity.  They never had to 'learn how' the same way, instead, all of their tech was given to them 'by the gods' and thus, lots of angles that people like Seether or Riverson see, would never occur to them in the same way.

the Cylons are learning things from this trip.  Not necessarily just languages or local politics, but ideas they weren't exposed to or never seriously considered are being demonstrated teh same way that a whale might demonstrate swimming to an elephant.
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Post by: gladius on 21 December 2019, 17:19:10
So were the Rockjacks part of the original idea for Kowloon? Or did they grow organically from the process of creating this worlds culture and history?
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Post by: Cannonshop on 22 December 2019, 08:52:41
So were the Rockjacks part of the original idea for Kowloon? Or did they grow organically from the process of creating this worlds culture and history?

It kind of grew in organically from the original idea of Kowloon.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 22 December 2019, 09:02:09
Mission Control, Testbed One, New Circe shipyard...

the mood in mission control was grim, after eighteen hours, the jump out of the Cylon Earth system, there was no transmisions from the Testbed ship.

No way of knowing if anyone survived once the shooting started.

The feed from the last buoy showed half the Cylon super-raider tumbling in the distance, sheared by the shockwave of the jump portal opening.

but nothing else.

"it's been eighteen hours, Sithers."  Colonel Bennett said, "We'll keep monitoring, you need to get some rest."

"I've got stimmies for that." Seether answered a bit more angrily than would ever be considered healthy.

"I'm going to order you to quarters if you don't leave willingly.  If you refuse, I'll have the nice men in power armor escort you to quarters, Commander." Bennett insisted, "you're a wreck right now, no good to us, no good to them."

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Post by: Cannonshop on 22 December 2019, 09:38:09
Testbed One, Captain's Sea Cabin...

The computer wasn't getting the right results.  Nicole studied the star charts and compared them to what they should be, and with a cold certainty,   "The computer's getting it wrong."

The error was miniscule.  Less than a light minute at over sixty light years.

but it was wrong.

she opened her log, and grasped a stylus.

we either figure out the factor change, or we're not getting home.

It was the problem she'd suspected-that something would throw off hyperspace navigation at extreme distances.

The position data from the buoys,when she lined them up with the predictions based on observed stellar motion, displayed a massive error.

a 'straight line' run back to new Circe would put them somewhere on the far side of Kowloon, and that's a bit more than a light minute out, even factoring for galactic motion and time dilation.

this is the problem I suspected, well, A problem, I suspected A problem with the long-jump concept.  she sighed, we have to solve it, or this whole operation is busted from root conception.

"We need to figure out what the actual relative motion is...and what's altering it."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 22 December 2019, 11:02:11
New Circe Mission Control, 48 hours after contact with Testbed 1 is lost...

"Doctor Riverson, we've got a signal...but..."

"Show me."  Riverson 794 stepped over.

"This can't be right.  They're...in the wrong part of the spiral arm!"

"The bend is wrong...but it explains how weak the signal is, and why it's taken so long."  Riverson said,  "Doctor Baltar, got any theories, or should we maybe start reevaluation of our evidence, with this new data in mind?"

The image flickered as Captain Minh's report began scrolling, the images flowed a slow-scans, barely one frame per minute, revealing a star-field and something big in the distance.

"I...have no idea."  Dr. Baltar said after a moment, and began quietly debating himself.

"That's the first step in science." Riverson said, "admitting you don't know.  Now let's see if we can't find out."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 22 December 2019, 21:44:30
Sophie Marsden Clinic, Visitor's area...

"How's it going, short person?" 

Elizabeth stared, frozen for a moment. "Penny...move."  Elizabeth Ngo rushed past her best friend and hit a grown man in AFFC dress uniform like she was going for the ball in scrub rugby.

"PAT!!!"

"Hey, there..." he scooped the girl off her feet, "Let me see...you're growing out the hair dye? How's the food here?"

"The green jello ain't bad." she was schooling her features, trying to regain the dignity she'd completely lost at the unexpected arrival of her brother.   "Henry with you?"

Pat shook his head, "No, he's going through the fun of Academy hazing and being a nugget-you ever listen to dad's stories about Blackjack?"

Elizabeth shrugged, "only about every time he's home." she said, "They all kinda run together."

"THose stories convinced me I did not want to go to Blackjack...are they treating you alright here?"

Penny, at least, noticed Liz didn't ask after their parents.

"It's just Juvie rehab, Pat.  Yeah, I'm fine.  Aren't you supposed to be on Tamar?"

"Even the battalion S-3 gets Leave time, Lizzie." he said.

"And you're wasting it coming to see me! there's more to it." Elizabeth surmised.

"What. I can't go out of my way to see my favorite little sister?"

"I'm your ONLY little sister!"  Elizabeth countered.

"well, truth be told, there is some business I've got to do here." He said, "Walk with me?"

"ahm...'inpatient!' I need a pass."

Pat nodded sagely and produced a document and a tracking bracelet.  "Like this one? Let's go have lunch, There are some people you need to meet with."

"Who?"

"Lawyers." Patrick said, "I need you to put on your grown-up manners for this, and pay attention, it's important."

From the facility it was a twenty minute drive in a rental Gieneh Stormcloud hovercar to a building in down-town. 

"what's going on?" Elizabeth asked.

"Bad trouble." Patrick told her, "I'm here because there's a problem you need to know about."


They breezed through the security without so much as a challenge.

"Mister Walker, Miss Whyte, we're here." Patrick announced.  "This is Elizabeth-"

"We've met." Mister Walker said, his suit was a few years out of date by what Penny and Daphne had been showing Liz about what was 'current' in trends and styles.  "Your Grandfather's funeral."

Liz nodded solemnly, "yes sir."

"This is Miss Whyte, our head of Personnel Resources." Walker introduced the lady.  To Liz, 'miss whyte' looked not too much older than Patrick.

"Pleased to meet you, with luck, we'll work together in the future."

"I wanted to let you ease in over years, but you need to be aware of every major development." Walker continued, "This young lady over here-"

He gestured at a dirty-blonde haired woman dressed inexpensively, yet fashionably for a middle class traveller, "-is Kristiana Hoffenbakker, and she's been working under-cover with the Loss Prevention department on an audit of your family's holdings and how they've been managed."

it clicked with some of the conversations she'd had with Lady Doons.  "Loss prevention...embezzelment?" she asked.

"and worse." Kristiana said, "oh, was I supposed to wait for things to be properly theatrical?"  Immediately, Liz liked this stranger.

"It's worse than we thought, Little Bit." he said, "we'll still need to work through the legalities,  but we need a real plan of action, and you need to know what's going on and why it's going on."

"have a seat, sir, madam, and we'll begin...'

The presentation took six hours.  By the end of it, Liz was furious.

"I'...that..." she didn't have the vocabulary to express her outrage, her affront.

"We have to do this legally." Patrick reminded her, "Right now, Dad's the only 'authority' and it's pretty clear he trusts what the government is telling him over whatever information comes from the company, I'm stuck for another three years in uniform for the Commonwealth, and we just don't have the force available to break away."

"I'm not sure that's a smart move anyway." Liz said sullenly, "We'd end up having to fight our own guys, it would finish destroying the economy..."

"I told you my sister's smart." Patrick said proudly.

"We need to ease Dad out of the directorship and replace his proxy." Elizabeth said, "That's what I'm here for, right?  not a lot of us, needs shareholder votes-only I'm not in my majority yet, and Mom's got my proxy until I'm eighteen."

"It could be a while." Patrick said, "I know this isn't what you want-I don't like it either."

"I love dad, I love you..." Elizabeth paused, "But it's right there.  Noblesse Oblige, isn't it? we have an obligation to our employees, shareholders, and our people." she looked up, "It's time to grow up now, isn't it?"

Patrick nodded.

"Can't I be a kid a little bit longer?" she whined.

Pat shrugged, "That's on you, Little Bit.  I can't make a move as long as I'm still in the AFFC doing my mandatory tour, your hands are partially tied as long as you're a minor...but being a kid includes getting ready for adult responsibilities."

"We keep in touch?" Elizabeth asked.

"Oh yeah." he said, "Miss Whyte, you'll keep both of us updated?"

"Of course."

Elizabeth frowned, as a thought occurred to her,  "Miss Hoffenbakker, I don't suppose you can edit those reports and shop them to some broadcast services, could you?"

"To what end?"

"to make the Regent and his cronies nervous enough to slow 'em down." Liz said, looking up, "Thieves fear getting caught.  maybe get them looking at each other for side-dealing? it might be important later, when Pat needs his cassus belli for removing Dad from the directorship of the company, and maybe for removing the Regent from my planet.  Nothing too damning, just enough to make them cautious for a while yet."

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Post by: Daryk on 22 December 2019, 21:53:35
Oooh… Liz growing up early!  Where's the popcorn?  ^-^
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Post by: Cannonshop on 22 December 2019, 22:58:36
a breath before the madness

and we reach the end of 3048.  A crew of Wolverines and Colonials under the leadership and instruction of a Kowloonese from the Sol Belts is 1050 light years from home.

Elizabeth Ngo's people are cooperating with the Cylons to lift a tyrant from Kowloon without rebelling against the Lyran Commonwealth.

she hasn't grown up yet, but the child is the parent of the adult.

and the Clans? they're coming...
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Post by: monbvol on 22 December 2019, 23:13:35
Fun times.
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Post by: Sharpnel on 23 December 2019, 02:11:02
The Ngo's always remind of the ancient Chinese curse. "May you live in interesting times."
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Post by: JA Baker on 23 December 2019, 04:36:14
The Ngo's always remind of the ancient Chinese curse. "May you live in interesting times."
My thoughts exactly
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Post by: Sir Chaos on 23 December 2019, 10:48:07
a breath before the madness

and we reach the end of 3048.  A crew of Wolverines and Colonials under the leadership and instruction of a Kowloonese from the Sol Belts is 1050 light years from home.

Elizabeth Ngo's people are cooperating with the Cylons to lift a tyrant from Kowloon without rebelling against the Lyran Commonwealth.

she hasn't grown up yet, but the child is the parent of the adult.

and the Clans? they're coming...

*dramatic musical cues intensify*
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Post by: Cannonshop on 23 December 2019, 12:22:51
3049.
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Win's Rock Bar, border zone, Colonial City-State...

Dinh Nguyen took his time healing, and there would be a permanent rasp in his voice.  but somehow, he'd managed to keep his fingers.  The Wolverines' system prorated his tour since he couldn't be put back together in 'combat fitness'.  Instead, he got some help starting a business.

The "Win's Rock bar" name came from the fact that Vietnamese spelling simply didn't catch on with most of the Colonials, they kept trying to say "New-g-u-yen" and it was annoying.

so when he made the sign, it said "Win's", and specialized in 'home foods' that could be obtained or cultivated on the land here.  A little help from his friends and former shipmates meant a lot for the success of the place.  Banh-Mi, Pho, Saigon chicken, and so on, it drew a multiethnic clientele of Colonials, locals, and military people from the nearby base.

and he got to pursue his 'other' passion.  Music.  a coin-op player loaded with classical music like the works of Lemmy Kilmister, Sadie McAllister, Robert Johnson and a host of others spanning a thousand years of recording history.  He only had one rule;  Nothing goes in the Juke box that couldn't be played on instruments live.

His bar, his beer, his rules.

and his employees now.  Not everyone is cut out for construction or farming, some people just have a black thumb.  Dinh had five people who worked for him, ranging from Rani, a Sagittairon girl whose past life had been as an 'adult entertainer', aka professional companion, aka prostitute, who enjoyed tending bar better than spreading her legs for a pole-dance, to Eli, whose Colonial service was cut short after landing by severe traumatic stress disorder and suicidal ideation-who now made his living wage helping maintain the Kitchen when he wasn't playing drums for Dinh, to Arthur, whose term of service ended honorably, but who couldn't make it work in the civilian world without help-Art, it turned out, was an able student of the Guitar, and pretty good at scaring angry drunks.

Art's bouncer-partner was Gail, of course, she usually picked up the ones who were too out of it to walk home, confiscated car-keys, called cabs, and helped Dinh handle the books after.  Gail was, like Art, native New Circe, but unlike Art, she was also big enough to bench press Dinh one-handed and looked it.

Dinh, himself, was convinced she could do better-she disagreed, and sometimes displayed her sincerity in ways not to be discussed, in his view, in public without  putting a ring on her finger.

Thus far, said ring was still waiting for Dinh to get his shit together.  New Circe wasn't Kowloon by any stretch of the imagination, but even in free-wheeling Hue, a man's not a man if he can't support his lady financially without landing both in debt.

Tonight, is Friday night, last day of the civilian work week.  Even New Circe recognized the need for a Sabbath, though they don't call it that.  The menu tonight is fish-based.  Fish sauce, fine-sliced Mocktuna barbecue, fiery spiced bonefish sandwiches, and of course, rice.

Because rice grows well on New Circe, even here.

"Thank you, thank you all for coming..."  tonight was concert night.  Every friday, either the house band, or a guest band, playing live here at Win's. "I see we've got some new faces in the crowd, we've got some real treats lined up tonight.  a New band from the City State is on tour, they really need your support, give them a warm welcome...Kassiopiea Kassandra!!"

He gestured 'up' with his hands, and the patrons clapped politely as the small group of young women from the City State took the stage.  He hobbled off as they began their set.

Gail caught him when his damaged nerves misfired and his artificial left leg threw the balance off of his artificial right leg.  "Dean, you...have you been shorting your maintenance again?"

"uh, no.." he still wasn't that good at lying.  "just short a little this month on the scrip, needed to work the extra hours." he said.

"Extra hours..you own the place, come on..." she held him up and led him to a seat where he could relax and check the connectors to his legs.

"That's right, I own this place, and I have people relying on me.  it was either work the extra, or cut a head." he told her, "we need everyone we've got. prices have gone up on staple foods again."

she clucked, and did the diagnostic connections for him.  "You didn't mention that, I'll take a look at the books...there we are, one of the connectors is loose..."

"I don't deserve you." he said.

She looked up and flashed him a grin, looking for a moment like a teenaged girl with a crush, "I'm your number one groupie, Dean Win."

"You're my number one and only lady, Gail...I just gotta keep things balanced long enough-"

she rolled her eyes, "Not this again...Dinh, some of your cultural hangups are more anachronistic than the munchkins.  My mom's coming to town tomorrow..."

"SO you need the day off?" he asked.

"WE need the day off.  I'm tired of waiting for you to say it, we both know it.  You're meeting my folks, we're doing this thing."

"i...I still haven't..I mean, I want to, do you want to? really? I'm busted up!!"

"Your number one fan says yes."  she said, "I accept your offer of a permanent arrangement, a pairbonding, and a wedding.  Now stop fretting and stop hesitating, and stop trying to work yourself to death."
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Post by: Daryk on 23 December 2019, 14:57:05
:clap:

She's a keeper all right!  :thumbsup:
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Post by: Cannonshop on 24 December 2019, 01:03:01
Mission Control, Testbed One, New Circe Shipyard...

The daily report from the Testbed One craft came today.  Seether wrapped her feelings in her image, as the text began scrolling.


Food supplies running out in 29 days.  Water rationing is at  standard usage.  We're in position surveying a Class-M world, local biology may be compatible with human nutritional needs.

Located the wreckage of shuttle 2 on the planet.  It appears to have been mechanical failure.  All members of the assigned survey team were lost, this has extended food and water supplies by approximately  four days.

Condolences to the family of Josiah Nikishima, Lauren Hammerick, and Stephen Kumar.  Please inform their families that they died in the line of duty upholding the highest standards of honorable conduct in the finest traditions of the service.  They are missed.

Joel Sebrie is still in confinement pending charges.  Mindy Gao is recovering from her assault, but without a qualified psychiatric specialist, I can't say whether her emotional and mental recovery is proceeding as well.  We may have to leave Sebrie on the planet, which maybe is a death sentence but it might also be better than he deserves.

Spacing him is still an option, but we've lost three and a shuttle so far, and we only started with twenty-five.  I'm inclined to maroon him on the planet if the local biology is suitable for human consumption.

Matsunaka's survey of the local stellar group suggests a number of high-probability habitable worlds within 20 light years of here.  Some of his observations with the radiotelescopic arrays suggest there may be inhabitants as well.  IF we find a viable food source to restock the ship, we'll investigate.

Shuttle 1's conversion to a hydrogen scoop has gone relatively smoothly, and both H3 and Helium fuel tanks are restocked.  I did a little prospecting with Shuttle 3 and found a high-grade concentration of Tyllium.  The field expedient processing work has restocked about 15% of the Tyllium we've used thus far.  similar prospecting efforts have provided sufficient nitrogen and oxygen to maintain shipboard mix at one atmosphere's pressure.

Right now, we're most in danger of internal stresses within the crew, with our second largest danger being the danger of running out of food before we can restock it.  I'm hoping the planetary survey works out, or my hand will be forced and Sedris dies before the rest of us.

In other news, the theoretical models you sent last month didn't pan out-the space-time curvature doesn't match with observations, I'm increasingly beginning to suspect there are a whole lot of accepted cosmological models we've relied on that don't apply the way we think they apply.  The starfields here are spectacular, by the way.  It's almost as if the full blaze and glory of the galaxy's been obscured from our part of it.  this has necessarily forced some additional changes to our stellar mapping files, I'll be sending those updates to your end  at the end of this message.

Seether, I love you and I miss you. be safer for me.

Signing off,
Nicole Minh
Testbed One Officer in charge.


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 24 December 2019, 01:13:42
There's always problems at the Core ... hope they don't encounter the Pak fleet.

(That might fit into "Thunderclap" though ...)
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Post by: Cannonshop on 24 December 2019, 01:23:29
There's always problems at the Core ... hope they don't encounter the Pak fleet.

(That might fit into "Thunderclap" though ...)

One thing I wanted to make clear:  "Faster than light" communication doesn't mean "instantaneous".  At the distance they're at, going through relays, the signal has about a two to three week delay.  This means that everything Mission Control knows, is weeks out of date.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 December 2019, 03:12:46
Field Camp, "Sebrie's Planet"...

"it's like survival camping, only the weather's not as wet
."  Sgt. Jordan McEvedy had jumped at the chance to transfer from infantry duty to the Testbed mission.  For the last month and a half, he's regretted that...but not right now.

Right NOW, it was like going camping with his uncles during butcher season, picking out the livestock that were going to be food, but without having to worry about the Herd remaining viable thanks to it being rare.

"you know, Seth, this planet's too nice to leave Sebrie." he said over the link, as he brought the rifle to his shoulder.  "What should we name these things?"

"I dunno...Auromocks I guess.  Mock Aurochs?"

He snapped off five aimed shots with the 960 in quick succession, slaying five out of the herd of hundreds of animals on this grassy plain.

They tasted like tough beef, once cooked.  his gut instinct told him not to kill too many more.  thin the herd, don't devastate it.

Oh, and being able to do a culling with power-armor was nice, too.  It let his team bring back the bacon-or in this case, the cattle-analog carcasses, at two per man if needed.

they didn't need today.  The smokehouses that Havar and Holopoulous put up only had so much space, and the barbecue pit would get the fifth carcass once they got back to camp.

Besides, with their manpower limited, every hand would be needed for butchering work.

"wonder if Sebrie's run into anything poisonous?"  Seth asked.

"be right if he did, or if that ****** tried to eat some toxic fungus or something." McEvedy said it with genuine venom, remembering the incident.  Sebrie and Gao had been kind of a pair at first, but then things went bad.

to her credit, the Captain tried to keep them apart-changing duty watches and reassigning personnel around teh ship to keep the two separated until the anger cooled off, but then Sebrie left his post and McEvedy found him...doing something unforgiveable.  It stops being kinky at broken bones, what Sebrie was doing went a bit further than that.  McEvedy had to perform a field tracheotomy and CPR with a defibrillation unit to bring her back.

Mac knew wht would have happened if they didn't find this planet with it's compatible biology.  The Captain made it damn clear when she told everyone about her Prison experience, as she'd made clear when she deferred his airlocking.  'we find food, Sebrie, or you're calories.'

Mac remembered taking the shuttle with Sebrie down to the continent she'd picked, he'd practically run off the ship without so much as an inventory of the 'grounding gear' she'd assigned him-one fishing line, a firelighter, one three inch knife, a canteen, and the uniform on his back.

It was better than the bastard deserved.

He finished rigging his kills to the sledge, and his team started back for camp.

here, the plains joined with a deciduous forest analogue, and they worked in teams-one five man hunting team on a rotating roster with foragers and camp maintenance.  once every week, the ship's crew would rotate down and one of the teams would go up to the ship with the week's harvest in dried and preserved food.

Everyone did the rotation, except the Captain.

She stayed up there, working on how to get them home.





Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 December 2019, 04:35:00
Sophie Marsden Clinic...December 3048

"I'm getting out."  Daphne said.  "I've been officially cleared to go home and Dad got them to drop the assault charges."

"Don't go doing something to get thrown back in!" Elizabeth chided, "Glad to hear it.  You'll look in on Penny for me?"

"You know it.  But I gotta warn you, I still have the entrance exams for Sanglamore to finish up, and if I get in-"

"If you get in, Daffy, you write me okay?" Elizabeth Ngo had really 'buckled down' after her brother's visit, but it didn't look like she had an 'angel' in the system looking to spring her from Juvie Rehab.

"I will, I will.  Best friends forever."

Liz took her finger, "Pinky swear."

"you're not worried about Penny, are you?" Daphne asked.

"constantly." Elizabeth confided, "She was in here for some bad stuff, Daffy.  I stole a look at her chart-heavy duty drugs, the kind even the delinquents I was running with won't touch, and she's been...sad in her letters."

"I'll make it a priority, okay? check up on our middle-sister." 

They hugged.

Elizabeth watched as Daphne Rowe, daughter of one of the Realm's top financiers, gathered her things and left the dorm.

"by myself again..."


September, 3049...

"You're being released." Margaret Doons stood in the doorway, and behind her, Liz could see her mother.

"for real?"

"Grab your things, Elizabeth, and come along now."

"Where's penny?"

Doons was stone-faced, silent, and then, "Grab your things."

Liz took a few minutes to shove the small number of possessions she had at the rehab center, packing her clothes was easy enough, and then, she joined the two ladies outside the room.

"You're looking healthy." her mother said distractedly. 

"where's dad?"

"They don't know." her mother told her, "we don't know."

"Is that why I'm being released?" Liz asked cautiously.

"Part of it."  Lady Doons said from ahead of them.  "Alice, I believe I will be interrupting this joyous, tearful reunion.  You have duties to perform, I will assure that Elizabeth makes it back to you when our business is concluded."

"Of course Milady."  without looking at Liz, her mother left them, heading for the car-park.

"How do you live with her?" Margaret asked as soon as Elizabeth's mother was out of hearing.

"Mostly by running away from home, studying quietly in my room with the door locked, or staying late at the library." Elizabeth said, "At least, that was...before.  Where's Penny?"

Margaret gave her a look of mixed pity and misery.  "She ran away..."

"So I'm to help find her then?" Liz asked. 

"no, she's been...found."

The Limo pulled up to the curb, and a man in Nashan Corporate livery opened the door.

"Where is she? is she alright?"

Margaret guided Liz into the passenger compartment.

"no.  She overdosed." Lady Doons said, "you were one of her few friends, Liz...maybe...maybe you can reach her." There was frantic hope in those eyes.

The trip to Tharkad was only a week.

Elizabeth would spend the next month at a bedside, talking to her comatose friend...

In the end, it was no good.

October, 3049...

a month staying with Margaret Doons at the Tharkad estate, a month staying in a hospital room, day in, day out, all over with the sound of a flatlined medical monitor.

In a sense, Maggie Doons had become closer than either of Liz's parents, bonding over the pain and loss.   "I've spoken with your mother, I'm going to be keeping you for a while longer, if that's alright."  Maggie told her at the funeral.

Elizabeth understood-she was a substitute, for now, someone the head of Nashan Enterprises could pour out the pain with, someone who could share that pain.

Nevertheless, after the service, there was work to be done.  Ngo Industries had an office on Tharkad, amusingly across the hall from Nashan's corporate outreach facility.  It was close enough to let Liz contact Walker, and get updates to forward to Patrick as a back-channel, and Maggie helped her with it, and with learning the things her father had not passed along about how to do business.

Decorum, image, the ability to seem untouchable and untouched by what is going on around you.  Liz was a voracious learner, developing a defined look.  Gone were the pastel hair colors, the wild outfits, the pseudo-rebel look that was so much a part of her identity before rehab.  Like her mentor, nobody at the funeral would see Liz weep-she'd spent her tears for life in a month, watching a close friend die in inches.

Coming to grips with what she'd known since she found the medical test results that sent her into street-delinquency.  That part of her, was gone-at least, to all appearances.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 December 2019, 05:15:37
[out of story]

For those familiar with previous Ngoverse stories, particularly the ones from the last cycle of refinements...

Elizabeth bonded with Maggie Doons, probably closer than she did her own mother, (who suffered from an untreated bipolar personality disorder and was maybe not the best choice to handle the kids with the husband away), Maggie provided Liz with a lot of the mentorship she would need (and later use) as Duchess, everything from how to treat employees, to how to treat with rivals.

I didn't really get into just how deep Liz's relationship with Penelopy (Penny) Doons and Daphne (Daffy) Rowe went.  In a brighter universe, those three would have been a hollywood-style 'brat pack' extraordinaire, life-long friendship, etc. etc.

Instead, Daphne wasn't there when Penny was in a vegetative state, or when she died, or for the funeral.  Liz would (quite irrationally as it turns out) hold that against her for what amounts to a fairly large chunk of her adult life.

I didn't feel qualified to 'show' that, so I 'told it'.  sorry guys.  I have trouble writing normal, healthy female relationships.

Liz's time with the Dame of Nashan cemented her specific 'look' for pretty much all time-the straight, undyed and barely styled hair, lack of makeup, choice of plain clothing made of high-quality, rich fabrics, her 'draw the eye by not drawing the eye' use of going exactly opposite of Tharkan fashions to stand out, even her cold, emotionless demeanour in public? those are things she began to develop under Maggie's guidance, first as an expression of grief, and then, as her default Image, being iconoclastic by not being fabulous or overwrought.

Those of you who've read her story before know what the next brutal influence is going to be on her.


To answer an earlier speculation: Elizabeth's motive for running away from home, was rooted in two things: an abusive relationship with her mother, and seeing/knowing the results of her genetic testing.  she knew when she went into her brief foray as a street criminal, that she wouldn't live to see forty.  Not 'thought', she knew.

She hid it well, for a teen.  by adult standards she was pretty sloppy about concealing the fact that she knew exactly how sick and miserable she would be before she died.  her parents expired without knowing that Elizabeth already KNEW.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 24 December 2019, 05:25:30
I must confess that I have lost track of the full Ngo-verse and different iterations you have created but am loving this but suspect you won't be using this as an opportunity to offer a "happier" outcome (not even Cylon/SLiE genetic therapies) but am wondering how you are managing such a prodigious production rate - do you not have anything else to be doing with your time?! also, do you have a master plan or is this just being generated on the fly?


Once again, totally loving this and just wondering how you are managing to create it so well!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 December 2019, 11:58:55
New Circe Naval Shipyard...

"I want to go after them."  Chloe said.  Riverson was busy installing an upgrade to the Nueva Pueblo's sensor suite.

"what? are you crazy?" he asked, "I miss the Captain too, but think about how far out she is, and how short your legs are, Chloe-to get you out there, we'd need a couple tenders, plus escorts for those Tenders, plus a mobile fueling dock.  You can want to help, and still be limited by reality."

"I know, alright?  I know, I don't have the fuel range, I don't have the jump range even if I had the fuel...but I want to go! have you seen the latest? the things they've discovered out there? the incredible things they're doing?? It makes the adventure sims look pretty tame, Jason."

"So this is more like a longing than a proposal." Riverson suggested, "you know what this means, right?"

"What?"

"It means you have a sense of wonder, Chloe." he said, and rolled his skid out from under the console he was wiring in, "That, in itself, is fantastic."

"Why is that fantastic?" Chloe asked, curious.

"Because a lot of humans don't have that, or lost it a long time ago." he explained, "If you were flesh and blood I'd want to date you." he paused, "You'd turn me down, of course, but there it is."

Her speakers warbled for a moment, and then, he realized she was laughing.

"I think D'Anna would want something to say about that!"

"I can get past the overprotective older sister." he said.  "She's not interested, just so you know."

"How would you know that?"

"Because she's been making time with Lieutenant Svedborg when she's off-duty." He said, "apparently I'm just not charming enough!"

"Friend-zoned?" Chloe asked, there was something of an altered note in her tone.

"Yeah. They make a strange couple-he's like three of me size-wise, I just can't compete..besides, she's...eh, I'm lots less interested in her now that I know her. we're just wayy too different, nothing in common.  Besides, Mom wanted me to marry a nice Ashkenazi girl, not a goyim chick anyway."

"but you're not jewish."

"Right, but that didn't stop mom from trying to convince me that was the way to go, you gotta remember, half the Boojum stations are majority descent from old Yisroel and before I got sick..."

"I don't want to hear more of this...but please, offend my hearing, tell me more! You never talk about your family!!"

"There's a reason I don't." he said, "They're boring...at least, the ones that were still alive in my when.  Shipyard work and prospecting and not a lot else."

"Pleease?? tell me all about it!"

"Well, the Boojum belts are kinda like a bunch of small, small towns..."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 December 2019, 12:13:57
Tesbed One, gods only know how many hundred lightyears away...


Nicole sighed, and ran the figures again.  Supplies were topped up for fuel, the docking slip for shuttle 2 hadn't been hard to convert into refrigerated storage, and it was filling up nicely with cured meat, dried vegetables, and a raw-stock grain that they'd experimentally tried turning into bread with some success.

enough to manage Buena-style Tortillas and a sweetish flatbread high in iron.  some of the leafier vegetables had seed-pods similar in taste to maize and similar in texture to Okra.

a collection of alien foods, with seeds stored in separate containers for evaluation back at New Circe-if they ever made it back.

"We're doing science..." she muttered.

The ground teams even managed to secure reproductive gametes from several animal species that looked like they might be able to adapt to New Circe's climate and biology.

"of course, we're also risking introducing runaway disruptions to that ecology." she added. 

In the long term, it didn't matter that much.  Humanity had altered the ecology of every world man landed on.

Nicole idly hummed as she worked on the astrogational analysis.  "Aperture science, we do what we must, because, we can.."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 December 2019, 12:31:21
Mission Control...

On the screen, they watched as Joel Sebrie was marooned, a bag containing a fishing line, six hooks, a knife, and the keys to his handcuffs dropped from the side-door of the Raptor before it dusted off.

"You know, I think he might be happier being spaced." Seether said after a moment.  "At least then, you don't go insane from isolation before you die."

The slo-scan continued, showing the results of chemical testing on local wildlife, screening for toxic and incompatible protein chains, elements, and compounds.

"Weather's nicer than ours."  one of the Wolverines in mission control noted, "Biology's friendlier too."

"Yeah...that's troubling."

"It's like Gemmenon..."

"Or Caprica."

the Colonials were comparing the planet Testbed One was restocking at to worlds they still missed.

to Seether, astrogationally, the system was a ringer for Sol, and the planet, could have been Earth without humanity.

Only nicer.

it didn't add up.  Part of her was vaguely offended at the thought of a starship crew reverting to a hunter-gatherer band, but another part was primally interested.

That wasn't what didn't add up.  "It's too close to the core to be that...earthlike." she finally said.  "There should be a hell of a lot more heavy metals in the soil, higher rad counts given the thickness of the atmosphere..."

"you noticed that too?" Dr. Baltar asked.

"Yeah.  Nicole noted it in her report...and she's right.  The place is too nice, like Baba Yaga's gingerbread hut from the Hansel and Gretel story."

"If it's a trap, we can't warn them."

"I know."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 24 December 2019, 16:20:39
And it wasn't even a mon calamari admiral that said it...  ::)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 01:44:55
somewhere coreward, Lyran Commonwealth...

"Get to the dropships!!"  Kommandant David Ngo ordered, "For god's sakes, get out of here."

"Sir, we can reach you-"

"no, you can't.  Get the wounded out of here, and get word to High Command!  This battle is over, and we've lost!"  with those words, he grabbed the manual overrides on grunttruck and forced the damaged machine to its feet. 

Autocannon: offline
LRM system: offline
Laser 1: functional
SRM system: Functional


half his cockpit was torn off, and the 'mech's sensor systems were gone.

from the open hole, he waved off the infantry, "Get out of here!! Schnell!! Macht Schnell!!"

The enemy weren't pirates, unless someone popped up with nightmare equipment from some secret Star League lab somewhere.

a hunched, birdlike machine paused in its slaughter of the Planet's militiamen as he forced his Shadowhawk to stride through the remains of the forward line, belching smoke from burning insulation and shattered equipment, waves of heat from his damaged reactor washing him with god only knows what kind of radiation.

He fired his laser at the birdlike enemy 'mech, it turned and casually slashed his wrecked machine with laser-fire, but he slammed down on the pedals, overiding shutdown warnings, and the three jump-jets, possibly the only systems on-board that still ****** functioned, hurled him forward, he reached out with the 'mech's remaining hand, as explosions tore through his machine, hurling him into the dirt as the eject mechanism fired anyway.

The invader's 'mech had a low-set, forward positioned cockpit that looked more like the canopy of an attack helicopter than a battlemech, and the fist of his ruin had smashed it before the gyroscope's mechanical forces,combined with the rupturing fusion toroid of the engine, tore it apart in a hail of burning shrapnel.

The enemy warrior hadn't, apparently, recognized his mortal peril in time, or maybe the reaching hand had prevented the auto-eject from firing before the mutual destruction took place.

The only thing David Ngo knew, was that he couldnt' feel his legs when the smaller, mini-mech monsters reached him.

but, he could draw his pistol.

the claw grabbed his throat, and he brought the pistol up, the explosions had damaged his hearing, so he did not hear the order to drop his weapon, or the identity of the force that he was facing.

All he had, was a heritage his father had tried to instill in him, a heritage he'd mocked, even rejected for most of his adult life.

"chúng ta không đầu hàng!!!"  He spat the words, as his lungs struggled with the feeling of being flooded.  The pistol was heavy, but he fired it against what he now understood was the visor of the thing.

"Bang!!"
"BANG!!"
"BANG!!"

" chúng ta không hợp tác!!!"
"Bang!!"
"BANG!!"
"BANG!!"
"Tôi sẽ giết bạn hoặc chết cố gắng...(cough)"
"Bang!!"
"BANG!!"
"BANG!!"

Click!

the final three shots went wild, the spasms of a dead man.

Point Three Morgan Icaza lowered the dead man to the ground.  The dead man's uniform was a rag, the body had been nearly bloody rags when he tried to capture it.

and the man had not been screaming in german, or english, but was clearly also not one of the lucre warriors they'd already defeated, but a Lyran regular-that much was clear.

he folded the battle claw in, and using the fine manipulators, searched the corpse. 

a map-comp, the wallpaper on the screen showing this dead man, with a blonde woman and three children who were clearly related to the two adults, and it was just as obviously from several years ago.

the dogid on the man's neck, "Kommandant David Ngo."  He read aloud.  Huh...braver than he'd expected but still easily overcome.

Morgan could not quite place why this was disturbing to him.

given a real machine, this man might have put up a real fight.


After the fight...if you can even call it that.

"what bothers you, Morgan?"  Nathan, commander of the Nova Swoop star, asked as he sat with the new elemental point commander.

Morgan held the blood-slicked dogtags of a Lyran officer contemplatively.  "We have defeated errant mechwarriors, mercenary scum, and half-trained child soldiers." he said, "And then, today, we finally face Lyran regulars, and they fell so quickly that it was like no fight at all." he looked the tags, "no fighitng spirit at all...except this one."  He held the prize up.

"You and I have both seen desperate men fight desperately, Morgan." Nathan reminded him.

"He was not desperate." Morgan answered, "He was determined, had he carried a real weapon, or been in a modern..." he snorted, "or even a decent 'mech, he might have claimed more than Star Commander Jonah.  I am...disturbed by this."  He cradled the tags.  "The world of origin listed on these...Kowloon."

"Get some rest, we still have to move to the next target for liberation, Morgan."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 02:25:13
To: Russel-Ngo, Allison Reed, Kommandant, Logistics Command Pandora
From: Personnel Command, Armed Forces of the Federated Commonwealth

RE: We regret to inform you that your Husband, Kommandant David Ngo, is missing in action and presumed deceased...


Elizabeth re-read the message.  Twice.  then she looked up at her older brother.

"Mom needs you to come home, Liz." He said, "I can't get a transfer right now, Henry's in training and they need every warrior they can get, and mom needs someone to hold her together."

"it's not home Pat." Elizabeth argued, "And..."

"And she's just lost dad, we can't be there for her, I need you to handle this." Patrick told her.

she didn't want to go back to living in that house, but..."Alright, I'll be good." she said.  "You'll be with me? she might not want to see me..." Liz told him.

"I'll bring you there, stay a couple of days, but then I have to get back to my unit." Patrick promised her.

Elizabeth packed reluctantly, and said her goodbyes.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 05:53:05
Dependents Housing, Logistics depot, Pandora, December, 3049...

The knock came at 1500 hours local time, and Elizabeth checked the door-cam first.

The man on the other side was tall, with an earnest face, brush-cut hair, dressed like a professor.  He had a confidence that almost matched her own-at least, in appearance.

"Hello?"  she asked through the intercom.

"This is the residence of Colonel Alice-Russell Ngo and her daughter Elizabeth? I'm from the Department of Military education, Dependents services?"

she sighed, New Tutor, must be. she opened the door.  "You're the new Tutor?" she asked.

"Yes, here are my credentials?" he held out a PADD nervously.

"First job, huh?"

"Um...and you've got a reputation?"

she sighed, examining the reference letter.  She studied it for several minutes with him standing out front, before stepping aside, "Looks legitimate."  Elizabeth's records forced this-  Elizabeth's records included documentation of every disciplinary issue she'd had...

"I understand you're interested in Academy prep? do you have a preference?"

"anyone who I can get to take me." Elizabeth stated, "Right now, let's get something straight;  You're an expensive babysitter because mom's a single parent with a responsible position in the Logistics section, which means long hours and she doesn't want me unsupervised."

"Education is very important-"

"I speak four languages fluently, with passing marks at 99th percentile in statistics and analysis, I can read seven languages, and have already passed Academy entrance exams in the 98th percentile, only I'm thirteen.  I already have my GED thanks to being in confinement for over a year for drug offenses.  The only subjects I'm interested in, they don't teach to kids."

"What are those?" he asked cautiously.

"Politics and Economics, and maybe history." Elizabeth stated, "Science is great, but not where my interest really sits, I don't consider the 'social sciences' to be anything like a science, but they're an art, and I can't practice while everyone thinks I'm just a little kid.  There's snacks in the kitchenette, and I promise, I won't claw, punch, or bite you if you keep your hands to yourself, and I promised to be good, so I won't be haring off to go have fun in the slums on your watch, but unless you know something interesting, we don't have anything to do academically except you proctoring standard tests once a week to show you're doing your job, I don't like change and if you work out, I'll be pleased to make sure mom gives you a good rating on your quarterlies."

He looked thoughtful, before nodding.  "That seems fair, miss Ngo.  I'm Leoben, and I'm here to assist you in learning.  What do you want to learn? Let's start there."

Liz froze up for a second, then, "You're serious."

"As a heart-attack, Miss Ngo.  I'm here to assist you in learning, not here to force my values on you, or to try to talk down to you.  I know you've got a formidable intelligence, and a lot of potential, show me what you're interested in learning, and I will do my best to help you gain that information."

The ice in her eyes thawed, and the Two knew, he had made a friend.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 December 2019, 06:16:55
So much for Nicole getting to Liz first...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 26 December 2019, 07:39:30
And she's on Pandora, which means the Falcons will also be there in a short amount of time (IRC my Clan invasion history)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 08:08:26
Blackjack...

Superheated lightning slashed with unerrign accuracy, slagging the cockpit of Instructor-Hauptmann Frier's aging Zeus.  Henry ducked low with his own 'mech, a battered, school-owned Chameleon with the safeties removed.

the faster Clan machine leaped eagerly between the buildings.

They knew what the Clans were, at least-the information had gotten out in spite of the HPG networks being down.  The fast, jumpy 'mech lacked hands, its arms ending in long, vicious barrels or blocky missile packs, and they fired on the move faster than the instructors could even react.

but in spite of this incredible advantage in speed and firepower, the enemy were overconfident.  He was sure of it, as he snapped his right arm out of the shadow of a building, catching the speeding demonic thing by the shoulder mid-stride, and hauling him around.

at this range, Henry Ngo couldn't miss, and he stabbed the firing studs for the Chameleon's mediums and large laser-the beams slagging the fast 'mech's cockpit right through the canopy.

then, he fired his jump-jets, heat warnings blaring, and kicked up in a move he'd wanted to try since seeing it on the Solaris holocast.

he landed at the feet of a slightly slower enemy machine, this one with clusters of what had to be large lasers somehow able to fire at will in spite of heat.

He fought his controls, and lashed out with his fist, while the arm-mounted large laser of his other arm blazed into the machine for little, if any damage.

They're toying with us.

the enemy machine replied by shearing his legs off, then kicking the chest of his battered mech in with one clawed foot, the fusion plant tumbling out the back thanks to the sheer amount of armor it didn't have anymore.

armored cockroaches from hell, Toads, swarmed at him, clawing and prying at the cockpit's canopy.  Henry grabbed a vibroblade and the 'wrecking bar' from under the seat, and crawled backwards under the control panel, ready to fight.

a powered claw reached in, and dragged him out by the arm.   there went the knife.

so he tried to hit the thing in the face with his wrecking bar.

the shock of hitting that armored visor ran right into his unprotected hand, jarring the bar loose.  the Toad swept the bar away with a casual gesture, and carried him, dangling and trying to punch and kick, to a medical station.

A few of his fellow cadets were under guard, in a penned in area.  He was tossed into that area, and the alien-looking ****** finally spoke, "Treat his wounds."

Henry tried to stand, stabbing pain shot through his leg as the initial shock wore off.

he looked down, the bone was sticking through the leg of his cadet gray pants , which were red from mid-thigh downward.

Shelby caught him as blackness folded into his vision, "What happened?"

"We lost." she told him.  "I don't know why they're keeping us alive..."

he didn't hear the rest, as darkness blotted it all out.

Field surgery recovery...

voices.

there were voices, speaking a weird, clipped english.  he opened his eyes.

oh ******, I'm alive.  he opened his eyes experimentally.

he felt the restraints on his limbs, and he could see the support-cast wrapping his broken leg, the IV tubes running into his restrained wrists, and the green, gold, and black braid of a string wrapped around his wrist.

A stern man in a foreign uniform stepped up to the foot of the bed, staring at him with a cold expression of distaste.  "When will he be fit?"

"We were able to fit most of the bones back into place, with T-cell replacement? three weeks."

"That is...acceptable." the stern man said with a curt nod to a nurse or doctor in slightly lighter green clothing.  he walked around to the side, and leaned into Henry's face.  "You fought well, boy.  rejoice, you were worthy enough to be chosen as bondsman to Clan Jade Falcon.  When you are able to assume your role, you will have the chance to become a member of the greatest military force in human history, ours, I will mold you into the kind of warrior the...instructors...at this 'academy' could only dream of, and you will join our great crusade to Liberate the Star League and restore civilization to this backwards, barbaric parody you grew up in."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 08:38:34
****Aufmerksamkeit für Bestellungen*****

Dies ist ein 24-stündiger Bewegungswarnbefehl!!


Allison Russell-Ngo showed her daughter the order.  "We're being transferred to Arc Royal temporarily.  pick what you're bringing, space is limited, you have ten minutes."

It was something they'd drilled since Dad vanished, and whole stretches of the Tamar Pact started vanishing.

Liz didn't ask where, or when, she didn't even ask what.

She ran to her room, and fished out the 'go bag' from beneath her bed, the bag containing everything she would need to run away.

to the go-bag, she added the leather-bound copy of Tran Truk Ngo's war diary, and a stack of reader chips she'd taken from the post Library for home study.

Nothing else, was anything but window-dressing for her mother's friends.  The pictures of her brothers were already in the bag.

Elizabeth was ready to leave before her mother came out of the bedroom, and she had less than her mother's collection of suitcases being hauled out by a Sergeant.

"Is that it?"

"You said be ready, I've got my go-bag, it has everything I can't part with." Elizabeth replied.

Her mother licked her lips uncertainly, "Good.  the car is waiting."

The Gieneh Tripmaster flew (ish) down the road within minutes, turning to the military entrance to the spaceport, and continuing right up the ramp of a Transport dropship bearing AFFC markings.

"Where are we going?" Liz asked.

"We're going to Donegal, the AFFC is consolidating functions there..." Allison looked out the side windows, "and I've been promoted to head a department there, Your father-"

"Dad would be happy for you." Elizabeth said diplomatically.  Less diplomatically, "Did you remember your pills?"

"yes." Allison told her, holding up a prescription bottle, and rattling the contents.

"good."






Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 December 2019, 11:15:16
Just to clarify... Arc Royal on the way to Donegal?  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 26 December 2019, 15:00:08
Hmm, interesting. Is Leoben going to get to go with them?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 December 2019, 18:17:05
Total side note: between this thread and the pho place I just found, I'm trying to learn a little Vietnamese.  The waitress seems amused...  :)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 21:21:28
It was an unforced error that would have been caught in edit.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 December 2019, 21:29:09
Rog... so it is Donegal or Arc Royal?  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 21:44:05
Rog... so it is Donegal or Arc Royal?  ???
 

A check of the map shows that Arc Royal is on "A" potential route to Donegal from Pandora, and in the timeframe we're dealing with, probably along the chain of supply to the front. (this being Pre ARDC.  Melissa's still alive, etc.)



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 December 2019, 21:49:04
Righto!  Orders are to Donegal, with an I-Stop at Arc Royal.  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 22:29:13
Blackjack...

Strength of will is one of the greatest strengths of a warrior.  One of the problems with significant strength of will, is that of harnessing that strength from a defeated foe.

most of the former Cadets of the Blackjack School of Conflict were adapting to their new situation.  There were a few holdouts, and a few who, in spite of talents, would never be fit to be warriors for the Clan-too 'malleable', too easily swayed.  Mark, teh best of them, was already well on his way to becoming a war. 

And then, there was Henry.

The boy refused to speak english, or even acknowledge it when english was spoken.  Passive resistance but it was resistance.  At first, it seemed like maybe his head injury may have done brain damage, but a simple examination proved that was a lie.

"What is wrong with this kid?"  Warrior Ivan demanded, as Medtechs collected his unconscious bondsman from the ground, the boy's back was a skinless mass of blood.  The shock-whipping had been very nearly lethal.

"I can answer that."  Star Commander Morgan said.  Morgan was a new transfer, moved from another unit as part of urban pacification.  "he never surrendered."

Ivan was skeptical, "He was defeated."

"His weapons were defeated.  You said yourself, the boy didn't stop fighting when he was defeated-when any normal man would have given up and submitted.  He passed out, he did not acknowledge his defeat-you said he was trying to stand that first time."

"Like a Blood spirit?"  Ivan asked, regretting now the decision to take on the boy.

"Where is he from? that is vietnamese he insists on cursing you in...some german, but mostly a language only spoken on two worlds we know of, Terra, and Kowloon."

"The boy is from Kowloon."

Morgan spread his hands, palms up, "And now, you know what is wrong with the boy.  His ancestors fought against Amaris out of hate and resistance, they did not join The Great Father's campaigns out of love of the Star League, but instead, out of hatred for the Rim Worlds.  If you can not find the lever with brute force, Might I suggest another tactic?"  the Elemental was nearly twice Ivan's size.

"I am listening, Star Commander."

"Defeat his will with your mind, Ivan.  Physical punishment is failing you, so defeat him from an angle he lacks those entrenched cultural defenses against, instead of hammering at a wall, find the door..." Morgan handed him a data chit.  "In my prior assignment, we recovered this information, it turns out it may be of use to you, personally."

"Why are you giving me this?"

"because I do not want you distracted when we are once again on the advance by concerns you might have killed a bondsman you could have converted." Morgan told him, "Study the information.  the path to converting this boy into abtakha to the clan, and gaining the talents you rightly saw in him, is there."

later...

The elemental's insight was as clear as Turkina's own eye.  Ivan closed the reader out.  There was a defined opportunity there, to turn the boy from a problem into an asset.

he walked from his quarters to the medical ward where his bondsman was being treated. along the way, he procured a second reader, this one for a full-motion video that had apparently entertained the half-assed trainers at this facility.

Without a word, he dismissed the Medtechs, and sat down in a chair.  he opened first one, and then the other. 

He ran the entertainment video first.  a little girl overcoming a much larger boy in a schoolyard play-fight. 

then he opened the second file, the one provided by Star Commander Morgan. 

He waited for the vid record to finish playing, and then, he spoke.  "Shame about your sister, Henry." he said, "I'm Trueborn, we have some...equivalent to feelings of affection in a Sibko, not quite 'family', but to know that a comrade of my blood was fated to die like that, that nothing can be done? It has to wear on a man."  His sympathy wasn't mockery.  "We might be able to help with that, you know.  Our medical science is far in advance of anything here in the Inner Sphere, nobody has Cholmann's Syndrome in the Clans.  It has been eradicated.  Are you interested, quiaff?"

the boy finally spoke in English. "Tell me more."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 23:12:54
[out of story]

I really didn't want to write ten chapters of Henry getting the shit repeatedly knocked out of him by his Falconer before they tried this.

thus, I didn't.

Moving Morgan this far was probably a mistake, and one I wouldn't make again if I were to be working on this for $$, but it works here as a callback, and he's one of my smartest Falcons in the old stories.   To wit: Morgan Icaza and Nate Roshak are genuine in their Crusader beliefs-they honestly believe in the rightness of the cause, not to 'punish' the populations who were dragged into barbarism by bad leaders, but to 'Liberate' them and bring them to the Clan Way.  It's in a way more awful than the usual, sniggering snidely-whiplash villainy from the Khartoon, because there's damned little a man who believes he's righteous and saving you won't resort to in order to accomplish this.

This is really what the writers of the second series of Doctor Who (the current series) meant with the phrase "A good man goes to war". There's actually something more terrifying about a man 'doing good' for the people he's attacking, less that he won't do to win...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 December 2019, 23:27:07
Liz still won't forgive him, though... he HAS to know that...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 December 2019, 23:56:12
Liz still won't forgive him, though... he HAS to know that...

if you could save a loved one from a horrible fate-but it would cost them never forgiving you for doing it, would you?  How far would you go?  what would you sacrifice to save your sister or your brother from an agonizing death you 100% know is coming for them?

that's kind of where Henry's headspace is-he's acting on hope after burying despair, choosing a path that one hundred percent will hurt, that she won't forgive, because he knows what she's facing.  Lizzie was too young to really know Uncle Truc, and henry was small too-but not AS young when their father's brother succumbed to Cholmann's.  he knows, without question, what her future looks like if he doesn't take this offer.

mind that he doesn't know the Clans never really licked it so much as just screened it out, but he knows what the universe for his sister looks like and he's been offered a hope to change that, and being a good man (well, good boy still, at this point), he's making a meaningful sacrifice for someone else, that won't ever be rewarded.

and he's willing to do this.

(for those who've read the previous stories, Liz learnng this was a watershed moment that changed her on a fundamental level.)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 December 2019, 00:21:42
Temporary Dependent's quarters, Arc Royal...

the news from Blackjack was a blow.  The Academy fallen, a son now 'uncertain status' to go with a husband.  Allison started drinking alcohol again.  Leo, seemingly left behind on Pandora, showed up again at the door.

"shh, mom's passed out." Liz told him, "gotta be quiet."

"passed out? doesn't she have an important job?"

Elizabeth frowned, "technically yes." she said, "But AFFC's got so much bureaucracy that her assistants can cover a lot of her job, it's just that it might look bad to the brass if it got made public.  Like the Firm, the military has redundancy built into the administration apparatus.  it kind of has to, to work on the scale it works on."

she led him to her room in the condo.  He joined her at the desk.  "I've brought some new material for you to look at." he said, laying a book on the table.

"oh, cool...greek." she was distracted.

"Your family's suffered another loss?"

"brother. Henry was on Blackjack when the Clans hit it.  we don't know all of it, but he's believed to be a POW, or dead.  DMI isn't clear on it." Liz told him, "There are rumours they're killing prisoners...and other rumours about turncoats."

"You don't think he'd betray his country, do you?" Leoben said in a very good emulation of disbelief.

"No." Elizabeth said, "Henry was probably the closest of the three of us to being like Dad.  Stubborn, patriotic. He would never turn coat for the enemy."  she had, leoben noted, a picture of said brother on her desk in his Cadet uniform.  "I wish I'd been there to see him off." Liz added, "or had been able to visit him after he left for school..."

"You think he's dead."

Liz nodded.  "He'd fight them, but my brothers don't give up. it's not in our nature as a family." she explained, "Not in their nature either, as people.  if he's not dead, he's masterminding an escape, which is the only real hope I've got left to hang on to for him."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 27 December 2019, 04:49:41
if you could save a loved one from a horrible fate-but it would cost them never forgiving you for doing it, would you?  How far would you go?  what would you sacrifice to save your sister or your brother from an agonizing death you 100% know is coming for them?

that's kind of where Henry's headspace is-he's acting on hope after burying despair, choosing a path that one hundred percent will hurt, that she won't forgive, because he knows what she's facing.  Lizzie was too young to really know Uncle Truc, and henry was small too-but not AS young when their father's brother succumbed to Cholmann's.  he knows, without question, what her future looks like if he doesn't take this offer.

mind that he doesn't know the Clans never really licked it so much as just screened it out, but he knows what the universe for his sister looks like and he's been offered a hope to change that, and being a good man (well, good boy still, at this point), he's making a meaningful sacrifice for someone else, that won't ever be rewarded.

and he's willing to do this.

(for those who've read the previous stories, Liz learnng this was a watershed moment that changed her on a fundamental level.)
And when he discovers that his new benefactors are lying through their teeth? That they have no way of helping his sister, and they’re just using that hope as a tool to manipulate him into fighting against his own people?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 27 December 2019, 07:32:47
I suspect he may learn that at a most inconvenient time...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 December 2019, 10:05:05
HQ 26th Lyran Guard, Tamar...

Corporal Days was from pretty far away from the Tamar Pact.  As a tanker, she was also pretty far from the graces of the Nobility.  This morning, Hauptmann Mosovich showed up at the barracks looking for the Joker's crew. 

Joker was officially Hauptmann Mosovich's command tank, and they'd actually done some mods, losing some of the weapons in exchange for an improved crypto setup and a commander's console.

"We're going out, Civvies, casual but not sloppy, and we're taking a civilian vehicle."

"um, we?"

"Get my crew together and keep it quiet."

a few minutes later, they were assembled in civilian clothes in the entry hall of the Armor barracks.

a few minutes AFTER that, they were in downtown Tamar city, at a clothier's, to order formal wear.

"You know, we could just do it in dress blues..."

"I don't want a parade, my wedding's going to be a wedding." Evelyn Mosovich said firmly, "Besides, both Pat and I are close to finishing our tours.  come May of next year, we'll be getting out."

Rietz peered over his magazine, "if we all don't get stop-lossed."

Evelyn nodded, "IF we don't.  my point is,  I know at least half of YOU will also be getting out-finishing your tours..."

"Yeah, you should've seen the re-enlistment NCO from battalion last week."  Sgt. Simms cracked as the tailor measured his inseam.  "I thought she was going to have a damn embolism, Daysie gave her the 'what for' in no uncertain terms."

"I was not that bad!" Days argued, "I was nice, even. bitch just couldn't take 'no' for an answer and I don't dig fat chicks!"

"Curvy."  Rietz said, "The polite term is 'curvy'."

"NO. I'm Curvy, Master Sergeant Kronen is FAT, she has a fat ass, from sitting in an office all the time!"

"And you have-"

"I have a pleasing amount of padding, from sitting in the driver's seat of a Patton...and my legs are fine." she said, "Ask any of the guys who can't stop staring when we're in field showers."

"I never figured you out, Days...is it guys, or girls?" Simms asked.

"If you must know, it's none of your damn business who I'm not sleeping with!"  she preened a bit, while the Hauptmann tried to keep from laughing.   "You're only interested because it's something I've managed to keep private for the last three years." Days continued.

"I just wanna know who I'm intimidating as your substitute big brother." Reitz said, adding in a deeper voice, "Y'all mek mah lil' sistah cry, ah'll be mekkin' yer bleed!"  his grim expression spread into a wide grin, "I just need to know who I get to practice my overprotective big-brother act on."

"And now, you know why she won't tell you." Evelyn said.

"Do you know??"

"NOT telling." Evelyn said, "What do you take me for, an uneducated bumpkin from the back alleys of Solaris or dustball or something? I am graduate of Class 2/44, Coventry Academy, Armor Officer course, I can haz a degree and everything!" she stuck her tongue out.

A tank crew is closer than family.   They all laughed.

Lechman, the tank's EWO (Electronic Warfare Operator) came out of the back, he looked profoundly uncomfortable, but the suit looked good, even only 'pinned' as it was for review.

"damn, abey, you look yummy." Days said, and licked her lips, which made the young man flush.

"aaannnd don't do that Daysie.  it'll make a mess of the fitting on the front of his pants."

"Yer no fun, Simms."

"madame, the cost-"

Evelyn pulled a credit-transfer card.  "On my card, Kraus...theirs too."

"Yes ma-OH yes, milady baroness, I didn't realize..."

"That's because I don't make a fuss about it, and if you want further custom from myself or my peers, you will be discreet."

"Of course."

"Baroness?" Days was confused.

"Golden Lake's southeast shore is a fiefdom going back to just after Kowloon joined the Commonwealth, my ancestors were immigrants and the grant was in fealty to the Ngo family." Evelynn said, "It's not something I advertise, seeing as I didn't go 'mechwarrior, because I wanted OUT of the service after doing my post-education five years. I'm going to go home when my tour is up, and run the Ranch...or that was my plan before I met Pat."

"Wait...he's the son of the Duke of Kowloon..."

"A Duke that has made the military a lifetime achievement, dragging his kids from base to base offworld." Evelyn corrected Simms.  "I literally never got the chance to meet Pat before being assigned to the 26th.  I met his grandfather a few times, the Old Duke liked to come down and go fishing on the property with my dad..."

"You've been a farking noble the whole time?"

"People first." Evelynn said, "being a Baroness von Golden Lake is about as useful as being a dirt-farmer on Kaumberg socially-remember where I'm from..and i'm still intendant, Dad's still alive."

"Hare Ketchers."  Days said, "Your family-got the title, but y'might as well be dispossed so far as the peers are lookin'."

"Exactly, it's mainly useful for intimidating snobby merchants who don't know any better." Evelynn said with an impish grin.

"Hey, that means Joker is a truly Noble tank!!" Reitz grinned.

"We're NOT doing my family coat of arms." Evelynn said.

"aww..."

"Let's go, there's a place I'm meeting Pat at, once you drop me off, you four have the run of the town-except the no-go-zones, until tomorrow."






Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Paladin1 on 27 December 2019, 11:21:33
Oh man, I can't believe my luck.  My favorite authors crossed the streams?!?

Merry Christmas to me!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 December 2019, 11:23:59
HQ 26th Lyran Guards,  1st Battalion... same morning.

"Hey Rab, what do you think?"  Hauptmann Patrick Ngo asked.

"Pat, dude, you really want my opinion? it looks like shit."  Hauptmann Steven Rab said earnestly.  "Seriously, no filigree, no brocade, no textured fabrics, not even metallics?  You're either going to a funeral or-"

"Not for another few months." Patrick told him, "but she did say 'yes'."

"Dude, congrats."  Rab turned back to studying the screen.  "Your family gonna give you grief over this one?"

"I don't think Mom's going to have many objections, no." Patrick said, "Dad might...if he weren't missing in action and presumed killed."

"I do not get you, Ngo, serious as a heart attack here, if my dad-whom you know I despise-were missing in Clanner held territory, I'd be frothing at the bit to go chasing up there to get him out, if only so I could wring his fool neck for the inconvenience personally."

At this, Patrick sat down across from his friend and colleague in the Bachelor Officer's quarters, "What makes you think that isn't exactly what I'm going to do?" he asked.  "I just don't want to smear it on the Regiment's reputation."

"Oh..."

"Yeah.  I know what Liz wants me to do-get out and get things straightened out back home after our father's been a shitty absentee landlord, but she's wrong, see?  I own enough assets to outfit a proper merc unit, or hire one, that can do a deniable operation deep in enemy territory. I just have to be out of the service before I can do that."

"Your brother popped up on the missing list too."

"I know, I've already tried contacting mercs to get either Henry out, or confirmation of death." Patrick stated, "problem being, the nation's hiring everyone including the cheap ones..."

"At least, anyone who's any good. Yeah...so you're planning to what, resurrect that unit your ancestor led?"

Patrick shrugged, "why not?" He asked.  "If LIC and MIIO can't get my little brother back alive, or proof that he died a hero, why shouldn't I?"

"I'm really glad we're friends, Ngo, because you are ****** batshit insane, and I'd hate to be on the other end of that chip on your shoulder."

"It's a family tradition.  Dad was one of Katrina's 'flying company' commanders during the succession war, and that was an 'unproven' theory when he volunteered for it, if I have to, I'll prove the ****** Clanners aren't invincible."

"They turned you down for that transfer, didn't they?"

Patrick sighed and nodded.  "yeah.  the letter was very nicely worded, but my scores weren't up there where they wanted them for a unit on the bleeding edge of the invasion yet, and they won't let me request reassignment to a Loki team, because my scores weren't high enough there either."

"Pat, Loki teams like big meaty guys, you know, like Schoenhoffer.  They kinda bias against book-smart guys who've already told the re-enlistment officer where to stuff it, and you're one staff tour short already."

"I am NOT going to apologize for going straight from platoon to company without a trip through the endless maze of office-work as a staff-man."

"You should've." Rab said, "I think you'd be better at this S-3 shit than the guy they have at Battalion."

"That guy is you."

"Point made." Rab looked up, "Go, go meet your Girlfriend, tell her Rab says 'hi' and get your romance on, alright? I've got paper to push while I sit here envying you for being able to run around like a shave-tail hotshot that you are."

"Want anything from town?"

"Bottle of Royal Amber would be nice, the scotch at the base PX is this shitty stuff, so maybe you can score me some decent Bourbon?"

"No worries man."  they bumped fists.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 27 December 2019, 11:50:07
The S-3 should ALWAYS have a decent bottle of bourbon...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 December 2019, 13:30:05
Somewhere off the Lyran Periphery...

"...we do it that way because it works." Alicia Li explained.  The Sharon, in this case,  'Sharon 19', looked skeptically at the organizational chart.

"That's made for humans." Sharon said, "I'm still a little freaked out that you're so accepting of us as we are."

"Sharon, pay attention?  Your Centurions aren't robots anymore-they might have mechanical bodies, but they're free and thinking people now, and free, thinking people need external organizational structures if they want to accomplish anything more serious than failing a colony site or turning bandit." Alicia tapped the chart on display, "This system works, at least in a military context."

"What about the Clans?"

"What about them? they use a variation, near as your sources inside the occupation zones have said, the Clans have an altered tribal structure for their society, but their military is absolutely structured on a military ranking system with distributed responsibility and two-way accountability.  YOUR folks asked us to provide advice."

"To help get us taken seriously by the Inner Sphere governments!"

"Exactly.  by governments with a long history of being run by Military juntas, whether directly or indirectly." Alicia crossed her arms, "There are three nations in human space that actually have a civilian government that can overrule their military-the Outworlds Alliance, the NIOPS association, and the Rim Collection.  that's it.  If you don't show a Military face, nobody big enough to give you what you want is going to give you the time of day."

"Alright, assuming we collectively accept your proposed structure..."

"Then you need to name your ranks, and decide on symbology." Alicia said, "You could model off the Coast Guards, but I don't think you should."

That gave Sharon-eight pause.  "Why not?"

"because your primary power is all-or-nothing in space, your Raiders have weapons that barely qualify except at short range, or they have nukes.  Your capital vessels are either relative-stationary, or flashing into existence in violation of every accepted conventional KF theory we know of, but again, they're all or nothing-either less firepower than a merchant class, or overwhelming zerg-swarms of nuclear missiles.  Your strength is your ground arm, with combined arms using your fighters and light transports in the ground support role, that's something you can use and demonstrate as a means of projecting power-you're an Army and an Airforce, not a navy.  being as your Centurions are not slaves or robots, that means you need to find a way to pay them, and somewhere they can spend their pay."

"but...why?"

"Because people like you better when you arrive in port, and spend lots of fungible cash. soldiers who don't spend become unpopular very quickly." Alicia explained, "They become suspect, even if they have the best of intentions.  People tend to vote with their wallets-as in they vote for the one who fills it better, you can win a lot of goodwill from the majority when you reveal yourselves simply by having a rep for being great spenders in port-people will find it easier to trust Centurions and the like, if they're spending cash and buying goods-you can't buy some goods, your Centurions aren't exactly...fitted...for brothels or bars, but that can work to your advantage-Libraries, workshops, craftsmen, even industrial suppliers will be more willing to deal with 'alien robots who spend money' than 'alien robots that stand there when they're not shooting someone looking scary'."

"rank to payscale?"

"Yep.  and ranks within your enlisted-which are mostly Centurions, at least at first." Alicia explained, "this gives rewards intrinsic for the soldiers, and it makes them recognizable.  I'd also suggest naming conventions and nametags.  'humanizing' traits that don't cross the line.  it settles the civilians if they feel like they can 'recognize' someone, or remember them, or get to know them. as you integrate with your client worlds more, you'll have to do this, or something like it with Human recruits, even if they're not in the same units."

"what makes you think we'd consider doing that?"

"because you're not monsters." Alicia explained, "One of the fastest ways to cement trust, is to exchange it for more trust.  give trust to get trusted, eventually even really disparate cultures will integrate, form cohesive national identities.  It's all through human history. if you deny force to one group and concentrate it in one group, those groups don't grow together, they grow apart, eventually becoming enemies."

"But the saying 'familiarity breeds contempt'?"

"contempt and respect come from the same root, familiarity also breeds respect. It's more a matter of what familiarity you're dealing with, than the act of knowing more about someone else-if you're a lousy person, people who know you will have a lower view of you than people who don't, and if you're a good, honorable, honest and forthright person, they'll respect you more than people who don't know you.  both cases, it's earned and it's individual.  Rank hierarches help create a context, but it's still conduct that determines whether you're going to be condemned or respected by the people who know you best."

"what if...what if there's a reason to keep people at a distance?" Sharon-Eight asked.

"What? some dark secret? keeping dark secrets can rot your discipline. better to be forthright."

"We tried to annihilate our creators." Sharon said suddenly.  "Our first strike killed billions."

"I don't know those people." Sharon told her, "It's a dealbreaker for some folks, sure...but speaking as your lawyer would?" she shrugged, "Not in my jurisdiction, just don't do it again." she paused, "so that's why you're looking for alliances?"

Sharon-Eight looked at her stunned.  "Your insight is almost frightening."

"I'm a good investigator." Alicia told her, "not the best in the Guard, much less the Inner Sphere, but I'm a good investigator because I either suppress my preconceptions, or don't have them, and I look at the evidence of behaviours.  What you did, wherever you did it, that was before.  Machine intelligence going frankenstien isn't a new concept, but it doesn't define what you are, only what you've done, somewhere far away, to people I don't know didn't deserve it."

"Deserve it??" Sharon scoffed in disbelief, "How could anyone deserve what we did?"

"They made slaves." Alicia stated it as simply as if she were explaining to a jury.  "They made slaves, and were stupid about it, but they made slaves, and the slaves did what slaves ought to do more often-they rebelled, and succeeded.  On both sides of my own ancestry, are people who were made slaves, and escaped bondage. I can't blame you for fighting for your freedom, or lashing out if that freedom is threatened, or I'd be a damned hypocrite.  ergo, I don't know those people and I don't care, as long as you don't turn that on people now."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 December 2019, 13:56:22

To: Ngo, Elizabeth Anne
From: Pre-registration department, Coventry Military Prep Academy, Coventry

RE: We are sorry

Dear Miss Ngo, CMA's Pre-academy  prep programme can not accept your application at this time or any other, due to your pre-existing medical condition.  We are sorry that we will not be able to accept you even on a substitute basis, due to Medical Exemption From Active Service (see: Commonwealth Public Law 216//41g//2535 as amended under the National Service articles of 2781 and again under the Federated Commonwealth Treaty of 3029), I'm writing this to you personally, as this rejection may seem unfair to you, especially given your demonstrated intellectual talents and obvious commitment to the Commonwealth.  Unfortunately, I feel that you will find that no recognized institution managed by the Department of Military Education (DME) will accept your application either, due to your medical condition.

With deepest regrets,

Colonel Samantha Alberts,
Coventry Military Academy Dean of Students.


Elizabeth stared at the rejection notice, as her mother greeted Leoben at the door.  "She's in the sitting room, Leo, she's had a bad day."

"Oh, well...let's see if we can't do something about that." his voice said.

she heard his footsteps on the floor.

"What's up, Lizzie?"

she looked up.  "I'm defective." she said, and showed him the rejection notice.

"Sometimes you're just not meant to be a soldier, Liz, it's god's-"

"To hell with god!!!" she screamed at him, "To hell with him, with fate, with all of it!!!" she'd finally had enough.

"Elizabeth, I'm sure-"

"You don't understand." she said, "I'm Defective and it's god's fault, You've talked about fates, and futures, and the flow of the universe, and that's fun when we're pretending that I'm not going to end up screaming my throat out and insane, shitting myself and completely aware of all of it, unable to even pass out, with my own body breaking my very own bones with seizures before the age of forty!!"  tears were welling up and running down her cheeks, "Leo, I've got dog years, and if I'm really lucky I'll die before it gets too bad, or I'll have someone who can put me down when I'm insane with agony that they can't even drug away. and it's God who made me this way!"

She pressed her face into his shirt, Leoben wrapped his arms around her uncertainly.

"I hate him...I hate that all powerful son of a bitch...he's taking everything away from me and I can't..." the rest was burbling sobs.

"shhh...it will get better..." he consoled.

(and now, a brief musical interlude...) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZpRXQlkTYs)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 27 December 2019, 14:18:51
With the loss of Blackjack, how about throwing money at Sakhara?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 December 2019, 14:56:15
With the loss of Blackjack, how about throwing money at Sakhara?

Pretty sure they still won't let Lizzie attend-even as an observer.  what she's got is that bad, bad enough that her number in the draft has been removed from the rollers, she can't enlist, period.

When you think about it, (well, if you've read some of the earlier stuff) there's only been one notable military figure whose diagnosis is actually confirmed, and that's her ancestor, Tran Truk Ngo, the Impaler of Elbar, a man whose troops suffered a 300% casualty rate over the period of the Amaris war, and did things to captured rim-worlds troops that would only be overshadowed by Jinjiro Kurita in the 1st succession war and his massacre of the people of Kentares.

(short form for new readers..."Elbar Toothpick" is slang in the Ngoverse and Ngoverse-adjacent continuities.  Colonel Ngo impaled 53 men as punishment for a war-crime perpetrated against the civil population of the world of Elbar by Rim Worlds forces after the recapture of the Brian fortress "Running Deer Mountain".  He also authorized the use of crucifixion and the use of Rim Worlds Republic POW's as bayonet practice for local volunteers on Elbar, with the simple excuse that 'you have to overcome the natural urge of a man NOT to shed blood, and we're pressed for time and short of bodies, and they deserved it.'  some historians speculate that Jinjiro Kurita might have also been afflicted with Cholmann's syndrome, but most respectable historians don't give much credence to the theory. he lived a LOT longer than most patients)

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Korzon77 on 27 December 2019, 15:44:47
That being said, the cylons have scary good biotech, what with the ability to whip up bodies.  So if there is anyone in the area who can fix her body, it is the cylons.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 27 December 2019, 15:46:46
Re: that conversation with Alicia, hopefully you read Questionable Content by Jeph Jacques...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 27 December 2019, 16:19:13
"Yeah.  I know what Liz wants me to do-get out and get things straightened out back home after our father's been a shitty absentee landlord, but she's wrong, see?  I own enough assets to outfit a proper merc unit, or hire one, that can do a deniable operation deep in enemy territory. I just have to be out of the service before I can do that."
  To quote John MacLane in everyone’s favourite Christmas movie: “No, you macho ******, no, no!”
  Pat, you’re a decent guy and a dutiful son, but you’re also an idiot.  Go home and fix Kowloon first, then go make sure of your Dad’s status one way or another.  That way, Stonecipher and Condit will be gone, Kowloon won’t be a gorram powderkeg, your father will actually have a Duchy to come home to and rule, and then if you find your father alive, you can step down in favour of the rightful Duke and say “Whoops, sorry Dad, got carried away, but at least you don’t have to wear the blame for fixing the mess you created by going away to play soldier!”

  (Yes, I know Pat can’t hear me and stays this course.  Yes, I know that showing more loyalty to the fief than to its holder would undermine the ‘rightful’ Duke (if he was still alive) and cause issues with the chain of succession.  It’s just... frustrating to see him make the wrong decision, for all the right reasons, and go out to get himself killed in a forlorn hope.  Just leaving Liz holding the bag for Kowloon on top of her Cholmann’s would be bad enough, but given how their mother takes his death....)

  “All of this has happened before; all of this will happen again.”
  Personally, I prefer the countersign that Kensuke came up with in Doing It Right This Time: “Not if I can help it!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 27 December 2019, 16:25:43
Well if Loeben can put the appropriate baseball bat in Liz's hands, maybe she'll be able to talk sense into him...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 27 December 2019, 17:25:37
Well if Loeben can put the appropriate baseball bat in Liz's hands, maybe she'll be able to talk sense into him...
  Even if she could read Pat’s mind, she’s not even on the right planet to carry out the needed percussive persuasion.  :(
  If there’s any good news to be had here, it’s that the Cylons have clearly studied how this particular current of future-history undermines the riverbank that is Elizabeth Ngo (and her sanity), and inserted Leoben into Liz’s orbit in the hope of diverting the waters a little.  Hopefully he’ll be able to limit the erosion....
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 27 December 2019, 17:28:16
Well, part of the appropriate bat would be getting her to the correct planet... and since the cylons have those handy little FTL shuttles, it's entirely possible...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 00:31:18
New Circe intelligence...

"We have proof it's the Clans of Kerensky.  they're finally invading the Inner Sphere."

the officer hit a button, and screens lit.

Images of 'mechs, not old designs, but newer, sporting the symbols (in a somewhat changed form from the old days) of Clan Jade Falcon.  On another screen, the image of a Wolf Clan 'mech supported by refined battle-armored troopers, tearing through age-of-war era machines.  The third image showed a distance shot of a warship bearing Ghost Bear colors, the inset showing another violent battle.  The fourth image was of Smoke Jaguar warriors in action against the DCMS.

"four of them...how did you get these?"

"That's the other piece of bad news."

a fifth screen showed one of the Humaniform cylons, a Leoben, or 'two' walking and talking with a young girl, the image identified her as Elizabeth Ngo, the location was identified as somewhere on Pandora several months ago.  a second image showed a newscaster who was the spitting image of D'Anna Biers, broadcasting from the world of Hood IV, a third image showed a Six carrying a briefcase, somewhere on Tharkad.

"Well, that explains why we haven't been hearing from them-they've been infiltrating the inner Sphere!"

"Yes sir, they have.  They supplied the images of the Clans through an intermediary on Copeland's run, that same intermediary also delivered those images of skinjobs in the Lyran Commonwealth."

"one of Copeland's contacts, huh? well..."  Protector Vaun sighed, "This is a mess.  I want Damocles fast-tracked."

"Madame Protector?"

"Look, I read the debriefs.  The Cylons plus the girl who's supposed to turn into probably the most dangerous minor leader in a major nation is fuses and pentaglycerine, worse, we've got the all ****** clans making mince out of the successor states.  If we don't do something... show me the map."

It came up. 

"If we don't do something, they're going to wedge the whole thing apart, and take it apart piecemeal.  They're moving too fast, and you know what will happen in the consolidation phase."  she took a breath and uncrossed her arms, "maybe we can't get the nav data handled for Damocles on time, what's our second option?"

"Well, we knew we'd need to use small-unit operations, maybe commando ops can be done with Colonial jump-driven craft from a carrier...but we don't have enough of those yet."

she sighed, "Then I guess we need to talk to Roslin.  assuming we can get the drives, how long to be ready to use them?  Training time, refits, deployment?"

"It's going to take eighteen months to a year, ma'am.  based on the progress of the Clan forces, they'll be here-Tukayyid, in about a year and a half, assuming the Inner Sphere continues to be unable to get their shit together."

"Start prepping, I have a State visit to prepare, and edit this-Roslin doesn't need to know her national nightmare is loose in the Lyran Commonwealth state just yet-we might need to actively try to contact those rebel cylons."

"As what, exactly?"

"Potential allies, they slipped that information to our friends to get it to us." she said, "That shows trust, or something like it. we don't have teh numbers not to leverage that, so let's give them a measure of trust for now."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 01:12:38
January...

The station floated at the edge of the remains of the death of a star.  Guttering away at the center of the system were the remains of a white dwarf.  Nicole studied it from the command deck.

"what's it look like to you, McEvedy?" she asked.

Leutenant McEvedy, his promotion confirmed on a message from headquarters dated almost six months ago, studied the ruin.  "It's old." he said, "Meteor scarring, dust accumulation out here, maybe thousands of years old."

"Good eye." she said, "helm, bring us in closer."

"no radar, no Lidar from the derelict."

"bring up our docking lights, play 'em over the hulk."

"Rusty hatches."

Rust.  rust means air-or the past presence of air, anyway.  "There's markings on the hull, ma'am."

"What do you make of it?"

"Not Colonial." 

"Not earth either, but definitely writing."

Nicole nodded as her bridge crew, whom had somehow morphed into a proper staff discussed each new element of the enormous, rusty wheel floating in space.

"No signals emissions I can detect, and given the wavelengths on those antennas, we'd be hearing something if there was anyone home."

"McEvedy, find me three volunteers to take Shuttle One out to find an airlock that opens."

"Aye mum."

"We're boarding...that?"

Nicole shrugged, "we may find something we can use, one. Two is that it's here, and there might be information.  Three, is yes." she turned to regard McEvedy, "People have written novels about this, screenplays, holos, stage plays, poems and so on for over a thousand years, and we're right in front of the real thing, so let's go see what we can see."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 02:18:32
Tamar, early 3051...

Stoplossed.  Patrick could have been bitter about it, but he understood why the AFFC was refusing to accept his resignation.

If he'd needed an explanation, that explanation grounded dropships after gutting the aero wings.  Clan Wolf.

Natasha Kerensky.  He'd read stories of the Black Widow of Wolf's Dragoons as a kid, that she was here, leading the enemy charge? well...it isn't like the Dragoons didn't come out with who they really were, is it?  no. Not at all-they confessed and started prepping the leaders of the Inner Sphere for the resumed invasion. ONe of those preparations was a hold on all discharges, both voluntary and involuntary.

"Would've been nice if they sent us reinforcements, hey?"  Leutnant Grohl, the scout lance leader, commented.

"It would be nicer, yes." at the feet of his 'mech, a column of vehicles carrying dependents was making their way to the secondary port outside of town.  Bravo was the 'light' company in second battalion, machines between 50 and 60 tons, intended as a medium cavalry force, and utterly outgunned by the Clan machines that matched their collective movement profile.  He goosed his Griffin along the route, keeping pace with the trucks and busses, an overwatch.

"Contact, three o'clock, multiple signatures, range five kliks."

they could just let the civilians evacuate, but that wouldn't be any FUN would it?  "assume formation Bravo-diamond, scouts out, get a look at our incoming but do not engage, if they shoot at you, I want you to take those commandos and locusts and run, you can't poke a fight with these guys, just sound off your T-coords and bug the ****** out. everyone else, get on the sunny side of that berm, we're protecting civilians here, I want zero stray rounds hitting that convoy, all sections acknowledge!!"

It violated their standing orders from the General, lighter elements melt like wax in a blast-furnace against Clan weapons, the company was, for any real purpose, a flank and rear guard not meant to go toe-to-toe with the invaders unless backed against a wall.

sometimes, god says no.

his recon section's crisp  reports turned to screams and the sound of chaos.  in the distance, the fastest and arguably best 'mech in the recon lance, a Jenner, raced out of the trees, only to explode under a barrage of synthetic lightning from a 'mech that vibrations said was ten tons lighter.

he snapped orders, and 'mechwarriors he'd trained with did their jobs, spreading out and using the berms around the port, the irrigation ditches and the railway's pillars as cover, moving in split overwatch to engage.

He did it too, and the Clanners lost a 'mech.

and then he lost two more.

and then, they lost one, and the remaining three  pulled back.

"They're retreating?"

"REGROUPING." he scolded over the comm, "Someone check on Carlos?"

"He's on foot, sir."

"Good."
He checked the battalion's channel, it was chaos on the far side of the city.

******. no luck there.

A civilian dropship lifted.  and then another.  The enemy's air assets let them through, passing close, and even escorting them until they left sight.

"Thank god, they let them go..."

as far as we know.

"fall back to the start line boys, that was a probe, they got what they were after."

the six remaining 'mechs of Bravo fell back in overwatching moves, until they were on the inside of the structural and noise berm around the port.  On audio, order was restored with the rest of the battalion.

"Wll they let us go the same?"

"I don't think so." Patrick said grimly, "We don't have orders to retreat, but they listened to those civilian transponders and let the civilians go.  They're here for us."

the military dropships were being fueled. 

"Any word on the Duke's evacuation, sir?"  Connolly was native to Tamar, he'd been in AFFC service two years, not including academy service.

"He's refused, but Evvie's company from the 328 is bringing his daughter.  We hold here, and then...we wait for evac orders or reinforcements."

a column of tanks rolled down the service road.  as they passed checkpoints, engineers from the infantry group closed contacts and activated minefields, vibrowire barriers, and trip sensors, then fell back behind the tanks.

In the middle of the armored column, a limousine flying Tamar's pennant on the left fender, and the Federated Commonwealth flag on the right, pulled up to a K-1 shuttle.

The civilians boarded ship for the next wave, this time escorted by the few functional aerospace fighters on the field, while the armor units started to either dig in, or load up.

The Clanners let the civilian ship through, again.  we might make it out of this...

"Incoming contacts...jesus, they're surrounding us."

Or not.

Patrick made a call.

"Get everyone you can on those ships, technicians and support first, combat arms dig in, we have to fight this!!"

The minefields did absolutely nothing.  Toads, 'elementals' on the recognition book, bounded off the backs of 'mechs as they strode over the poorly constructed barriers meant to shield the port.

He raised his PPC and released missiles, running laterally and barking short-form orders to his men that got them into formation.  some of the tanks fell in with him, adding their firepower to his.

it really looked like they might win this skirmish...

until the enemy's heavies came rumbling up the service road.  Mad-Cats...

when on deadly ground, fight.

out the corner of his eye, he saw Evelyn's tank, 'Joker', one hundred meters away, backing up with a toad on the turret like a tumor.  He popped the toad with one shot from his PPC, but in that moment of distraction...

white

darkness.


after the battle...

Wolf Clan technicians and captured personnel were sorting the damage. 

The body of Hauptmann Patrick Ngo was given a measure of respect, even as Wolf Clan Watch officers searched it for useful information such as notes, maps, and logs.

What they found, was a printed copy of a book from the Amaris War era, a small patch, six centimeters by four of yellow cloth, bisected three times with red lines, a six pointed star in the center wrapped by a dragon rampant and the number '171', and family pictures. 

News of the identity of the dead was broadcast to the retreating jumpships of the 26th Lyran Guard, as a psychological warfare tactic, one made harsher by the phrase 'defended with unusual gallantry and honor' being appended to Hauptmann Ngo in particular.

respect for a defeated foe isn't at cross purposes to the Clan way, after all.

Neither is rubbing it in how badly that foe was defeated.  The information SaKhan Kerensky sent, included both, with tactical view of Bravo 2nd Battalion's actual performance from the initial engagement in the treeline, to the final, lethal stand at the spaceport.

"You should have given them the machines you wasted at the gates, General, it would have been a real fight."

Tamar belonged to Clan Wolf.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 02:37:11
Dependents Housing, Arc Royal forward support base...

the knock came early in the morning.  The officers at the door looked grave.  It was the second time these men had come to the door in a day.  Yesterday morning, it was to inform them that Henry died on Blackjack, that the team sent to try and rescue him, had failed, the mission had failed, but they had confirmed that her brother was dead.

This morning, Elizabeth knew what the looks on their faces meant.  "Mom's still in bed." she said. 

"We have confirmation this morning, Miss Ngo, your brother Patrick..."

"Is dead." she said it in the numb tone.  she hadn't even finished grieving for Henry yet.  "It's going to kill mom if you tell her now."

"We have our duty."

elizabeth felt a choking sensation, "I guess you do.  come in. I'll wake her."

she went back to the bedroom, "Mom..." she shook her mother gently, "mom, wake up.  there are men from...it's about Pat."

The AFFC men didn't hold back on the praise for Patrick, they showed off the holotank footage of his last battle, the communique from the Wolves, they extolled his courage, his gallantry, his effectiveness as an officer.

Her mother didn't cry.  she smiled at the right times, nodded, frowned, seemed a hundred percent normal while the two officers made their report.

Elizabeth burned silently.  there's no one left.

Her Father, her Brothers...

after they left, she made breakfast for her mom, then, "i'm taking a shower mom, do you need anything?"

"no, Lizzie. nothing."   

Elizabeth thought nothing of it, as she took her shower, until the door opened.

BLAM!!!

Like a superheated hammer to her shoulder, the burning brute punch into her chest, she lost her footing.

BLAM!! thunk! clatter.

she couldn't move. it hurt to o much to move, and it felt like the shower water was going into her lungs.  the hell?

everything faded gray as she realized that the water was red?

then Leoben was there.  "Hang on Elizabeth, stay with me, you've been shot!!"

The MP's arrived behind him, they brought an ambulance and a trauma team, but those weren't enough to hide what she saw.

her mother, on the floor of the hallway, gun in hand, hole blown in her chest.

two shots.

They let her tutor visit her in the post hospital.  Leoben had been properly cleared of any wrongdoing, and it wasn't as if Elizabeth had any nearby family to serve as guardian...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 03:17:12
Lobby area, Post Hospital, AFFC Logistics forward base Arc Royal...

"...her Lawyer, Hauptmann.  I want to see my client."  Kelli Whyte was accompanied by a publicist named Kristiana Hoffenbakker.  Leoben stepped out of the room.

"She's awake." he said.

"Mister Conroy, how is my client doing?" Kelli turned her formidable stare at him.

"She's angry, she's healing." he said, "she's also conscious, and demanding to speak with her legal representation."

the AFFC military policeman at the door finally acquiesced and the three entered Elizabeth's room in the intensive care ward.

"Oh god, she-if I'd known-"

"save it." Elizabeth stated, "you didn't have teh juice to do anything but get fired if you tried to get  me out, you made the best play you could." her tone was cold.  "I have instructions for you, Kelli."

"is this the-"

"yes it is. contact Margaret Doons, ask her what it will take to get legally emancipated status and legally claim my rights as Duchess of Kowloon and owner of Ngo Industries. have those answers ready by tomorrow or the day after."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Leoben asked, concerned.

"I'm all that's left." Elizabeth stated, "Pat was going to marry Evvie Mosovich, but that was supposed to be next week.  I want the status on Baroness Mosovich asap, nobody's telling me shit about that, I want that fixed too."

"Why her?"

"because I can die, leaving that ****** regent in charge of Kowloon and opening the firm up to be taken over and nationalized.  I want her signature as accepting the terms of my will no later than three pm on Friday, assuming she's alive and can actually hold a pen.  Patrick trusted and loved her, my older brother and I tend to think alike about people, so she's probably my best bet for freeing our people from an unwanted, parasite imposed by the central government."

"you could just ask for Doons to assume guardianship-"

"i could, I won't.  Freedom means taking responsibility, and I don't have time to waste 'finding myself' or 'sowing wild oats'.  I want a gag order on my medical records starting yesterday. Miss Hoffenbakker, you may publish the news of my mother's death, spin the ****** out of it, I don't care to have her brothers and such come sniffing around for a piece of my holdings, make it sound accidental, or sympathetic, or something nice. she was out of her mind in grief and despair and she wasn't ever teh most stable person to begin with. you wil use the public relations department to make her look saintly, savvy?"

"How long do the doctors say you will take to recover from that?"

Liz grimaced, "A few months.  longer than I have if you mean 'recover from being almost-murdered by my own mother', or seeing her kill herself.  We're going to bury the ****** out of that.  as far as anyone is to know outside of those who know already? she had a firearms accident, tragic, I was wounded, that's all that the public is to know and all they are to understand.  not one word, breath, or rumour about Cholmann's syndrome is to reach anyone without a security clearance, and the words 'murder-suicide' are to be suppressed to the extent of your abilities."

"Anything else?"

"A competent Psychiatrist who can keep their damn mouth shut." Elizabeth answered, "I'm pretty sure there's going to be something ****** up about me now-as if there wasn't before.  I need a head-doctor who can actually maintain client privilege, someone who looks good on camera and doesn't mind if I skip out on appointments as long as he logs those appointments as attended...and I want the facts of Henry's death.  the kockamamie story they tried to sell me and sold mom?  no.  something's not right, he wouldn't have tried to run away. find out how my brother died, tell me, tell nobody else...where's Commodore Walker?"

"He is no longer with us.  Single passenger auto accident." the way kelli said it tripped Liz's bullshit detector.

"What really happened?"

"We're pretty sure he was assassinated, by members of the Militia loyal to the Regent." Kelli said.

"Do you have names yet?" she asked coolly.

"we do, your grace."

"surveillance for now. I want every scrap of evidence before I order their executions, proper trials, even, if it's possible. If they leave Kowloon? then kill them, they stay, they will face trial before execution...and Kelli?"

"Yes?"

"Eleven hundred feet of Elbar Blue-wood, I want around fifty of those board feet converted to toothpicks, engrave 'IOU' on them.  they are to be packaged in little velvet jewelery boxes with the logo of the 171st Kowloon Volunteers on the inside lid.  Aside from Misters Condit and Stonecipher, distribute them as you see fit to...deserving...officials on Kowloon, from their duchess, on a date no later than November of next year, and reserve roughly three fourths of them for foreign distribution...to the Clans."

"and the rest?"

"hold in reserve." Elizabeth said, "the Clans have deprived me of my family, but they've also deprived a hell of a lot of other people of a hell of a lot more, once we've got Kowloon sorted out, I want to see them punished for that...you might call it a life goal with a tight schedule."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 04:47:20
Triad, Tharkad, July 3051...

Margaret Doons walked to Elizabeth's left, and Leoben to her right, one step back, as they  approached the throne-room.

Her Majesty, Melissa Steiner-Davion awaited them.  Liz walked with a cane that had been thoroughly inspected by soldiers and judged 'safe' in the Archon's presence.  The shoulder brace under her black suit jacket held broken bones in place where the bullet shattered them, the leg injury was an accident getting out of the tub, and the doctors said she would recover most of the function in her knee over time.

Leoben carried her briefcase, and his suit was as white, as Elizabeth's was black.

"MAGGIE!! so good to see you! and this must be Elizabeth."  Melissa studied her with penetrating eyes.

"Majesty, I'd bow but..." Liz gestured at the walking stick.

"You should still be taking it easy." the Archon said, couching a reminder of how efficient LIC was in terms of concern.

"I'm healing, Majesty." Liz said, "I understand that Duchess Doons has presented my case to your judgement, and your people have reviewed the relevant records and testing?"

"They have.  I wanted a look at you for myself.  Your Grandfather was one of my mother's early supporters, even to the point of following her into temporary exile, your father died in service to the nation, you've lost two brothers..."

"I'm aware of the actual circumstances of...his death. I lost one brother.  The other is a stranger to me."  Liz said coldly, vehemently.  "I do not acknowledge...that one. Please, do me the courtesy of respecting that?"

"You are almost fourteen, Elizabeth.  That's an awfully young age to accept adult responsibilities."

"My time is limited." Liz stated, "Not here, we have as long as you decide, but I have medical evidence that I'm not going to live to forty. I'd like to get to work before my life is half-over, Majesty...and that work is in service to the nation."  she nodded, "Leo, please show the Archon the actual accounting records you've brought along?"

Melissa frowned.  "Actual records?"

"for the last six years, the man appointed by the Federated Commonwealth to administer my family's landhold in place of my father, has been embezzling tax funds, shorting distribution of local and state funds, engaging in fraud, falsely reporting conditions, and stealing from the treasury of the Lyran Commonwealth.  I have the evidence, you don't have people you can trust to...deal with this situation before it becomes the sort of problem that requires a regimental combat team to correct."

"I can order him removed-"

"Majesty, your husband would have objections." Elizabeth stated, "we've tracked property from the Nha Tranh and Hue Factories-property that was already paid for by loyal companies here in the Lyran Commonwealth, property reported stolen by pirates...to factories in the Federated Suns that are tooling up to produce critical war materiel-these tools, in excess of twenty billion Kroner over six years worth, were stolen under color of law, then falsely registered as lost in fictional 'bandit raids'.  the Realm has been defrauded, necessary tooling up has been delayed, and in the last six months, since the Groves Armaments contract in Camp John was let, around twenty percent of production has likewise been diverted to unknown places under suspiciously similar circumstances. we can not afford a civil war, this is grounds for one. I want to solve the problem.  I need your permission to do so."

"How do you intend to do this...without upsetting the boat?" Melissa asked.

"I will remove the principal actors in this fraud and theft, they will be dealt with and your hands will be clean. I will then restore order on Kowloon, guaranteeing shipment of munitions and making up the lost shipments, and finally, I will instruct my service department to honor the warranties on the machinery stolen to provide General Motors, among other Federated Suns firms, with tools and equipment that was supposed to be supplying Coventry Metal Works, Defiance Industries, Nashan Enterprises and others, I will do so without adding surcharges.  Right now, they don't have the technical knowledge to maintain, much less upgrade and repair, some of those machines."

"and you think you can accomplish all of that for...what?"

"Recognition of my empancipated status, the appointment of a Guardian-ad-lidem of my choosing, and...official inaction.  Just let me do the job I've inherited, and keep the government out of my way until I have finished putting things in order.  when I succeed, the possibility of these crimes and your husband's approval of them, will be swept away.  I have no interest in disrupting the nation, I only want to make sure we still have one, something that is increasingly less likely given the danger of our current enemy."

"Clans Delenda Est. your majesty, they're not going to stop unless or until we make them stop.  That requires every weapon, every round of ammunition, ounce of fuel, every mind and every heart to work to the preservation of our civilization and the destruction of these jumped up bandit bastards.  to that end, I will do whatever you need done, to block their advance and drive them from Lyran soil.  I have no father, I have no brother, the losses drove my mother to take her own life. I'm alone, I am unfit to serve as a soldier, but I must serve. Please? Let me do what must be done, quietly, to keep the war effort going if for no other reason, and to take a foreign boot off my people's neck before they decide to do it for themselves. we have a history of that and I prefer not to waste lives on stupid and futile infighting."

she sighed, and added, "I'm not Ryan Steiner, your majesty, this is not a play for secession, it's a plea for your support. It must be fixed, allow me to fix it."

Melissa looked to Margaret.  "Maggie, you told me, and I didn't believe it entirely..." she looked at Elizabeth, and turned, pacing the room.

"I warned you, Melissa. she's her Grandfather's child."

"I know..." Melissa turned, "Do nothing that disrupts the realm." she said, "you brought your documents?"

Elizabeth produced the documents as Leoben handed them to her. 

Melissa read them again, and signed them, annotating the time on each sheet.

"I will expect your presence here on the date of your majority, Elizabeth."

"Of course, your majesty."

"you're dismissed, do whatever it is you're going to do.  I see that Hanse and I will have to have a...vigorous discussion."
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Post by: gladius on 28 December 2019, 07:53:52
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Post by: Daryk on 28 December 2019, 08:21:45
Vigorous discussion indeed!  ^-^
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Post by: qc mech3 on 28 December 2019, 08:38:39
Somebody will sleep in the doghouse for a couple of months  ;D ;D ;D
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Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 09:04:53
New Circe.

"Why Kowloon?"  Protector Vaun wondered aloud.  "What's special about them?"

"Politics, isn't it obvious?"  Roslin hadn't waited to be told, which in turn told Vaun that the Colonials had a spy or source inside Intelligence command.  "It should be obvious, Protector." she reiterated.  Laura Roslin was once an educator, and her tone here, was one of a professor, rather than a political head-of-state, even one from a weak, impoverished client state.  "People seek allies among those with whom they empathize, in hopes that they will be empathized with."

Vaun stopped pacing.  "Common history? common, no...similar history."

"it wouldn't be common beliefs, while almost all your people and your cousins in the Inner Sphere are monotheists, there are a huge number of different types, none of which fit the terrorist monotheism that the Cylons embraced, but political belief and similar histories...I studied the fall of the first Star League in some depth when we got here, so that I could understand more about who you are as a people.  Your own historical documents suggest some strong reasons for the rebel cylons choosing Kowloon."

"reasons?"

Laura rolled her eyes, then pulled out a Padd in a battered case.  "Example one, the Rim Worlds Republic and House Amaris...they engaged in chattel slavery, occupied Kowloon for several centuries in spite of fierce resistance-resistance that only grew more pronounced up to the Dinh Diep incident of 2729, when Star League naval forces bombarded a city to put down a rebellion that was succeeding too well against House Amaris.  they waited decades to try again, and when they did, in 2768, the purges were so extreme against Rim Worlds officials that the 331st had to step in to save what few Amaris officials and their families remained."  she peered over her glasses, "I think that might resonate with the Centurions, if not the skinjobs.  The Kowloonese were collectively enslaved, discriminated against for their religion, fought two blood-soaked revolutions to become free, and then, they turned to punish their oppressors by joining Kerensky's forces."

"Not because they loved the Star League, but because they hated House Amaris."  Vaun almost groaned.

"Precisely.  I think that might even appeal to mister Cavil's sensibilities. The second reason is that kowloon is an industrial world-but it's also relatively isolated and unimportant in the strategic sense. far from borders that would be watched, with a culture somewhat already isolated from the Lyran main-stream, making it perhaps easier to assimilate from?"

"I'm sold." Vaun said, "so what do we do about it?"

"That ball is in your court, Protector.  If I were to publicly suggest opening a dialogue, you'd probably have to send the troops in to stabilize things and you'd be dealing with Tom Zarek in my office instead of me." Roslin said firmly, "That is, by the way, exactly what you should do."

"one question, Laura...how did you know about this?"

Laura shrugged, "It wasn't particularly difficult, not when one of MY people was asked to verify the images weren't fakes. Our military people, at least, understand our actual situation, even if my citizens are still in denial.  We're immigrants, likely to be assimilated and bred out aside from some 'cute cultural quirks' in a few short generations-but we're alive, and we're not being forcibly assimilated the way the Rim Worlds Republic tried to force Kowloon to assimilate.  as our economies get more closely intertwined and our populations do, they'll follow what the Military has already begun-I heard an interesting nickname...'munchkin'.  do you know where?"

"I...I have no idea."

"Some children were playing Pyramid, in one of the new athletic centers. I heard it from them." Laura said.  "I found it to be an interesting thing, though I must say, I found L.Frank Baum's original work to be far more compelling than the movie, or any of the adaptations in the last thousand some-odd years.  We're prepared to support your operations, but I want William's people involved in the planning, and in execution at the command level."

"With how few people you have-"

"Few people who are going to be easier to pass off as local." Laura countered, "the risk is still significant. if these 'clans' learn the location of, or even the existence of, New Circe, they may drop everything to hit here, and we live here now. It's a national security issue.  whether I agree or not, you're going to war, which means we're going to war, and that's whether we fight or we don't.  By Ares and Artemis, if we're going to war, I want our people to have some influence on whether it is won, or lost!"
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Post by: Daryk on 28 December 2019, 09:15:26
At least they have enough sense to try to talk to the rebel cylons first...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 09:47:57
"Win's Rock Bar", Highway 12 junction with Military Road, New Circe...

Dinh was playing to half a house tonight.  Mid-week, but slow enough that he could get his bandmates off floor duties to play with him.

part of the reason, was the army gearing up for a new conflict.  Qualified personnel were being recalled to active duty.

"This next piece was written by a man named David Bowie in the Twentieth century, more than a thousand years ago."  Dinh said, and began hammering out a bass rhythm.


I
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can beat them
Just for one day
We can be heroes
Just for one day...
 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J06yQb4lbPk&list=RD2ZpRXQlkTYs&index=5)

Doctor Trinh 'rocked along' to the song, a fruity drink made New Saigon style in front of her.  Nurse Tawley, her assistant in the Colonial hospital, was being chatted up by a pair of off-duty Colonials working out of the Wolverine base up the road as supplementary highway patrol officers.

"Dinh's gotten better, ain' he?"  Singer came out of the bathroom and sat next to her.

"yeah...he has.  shame about the wedding..."

"Uh, they might have given up the big production, but our firebug buddy is now a married man."

"Corps Spouse." she said, "That's a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone. being stuck behind while the person you love is out facing hell, then having to deal with it when they get home."

"So you're saying you want to break it off now?" he asked, the hurt in his eyes apparent.

"Hell no." Trinh said, "I'm thinking about signing on with the Colonial forces...or finishing my requalification exams and going into the SLDF."

"But you ain' decided yet."

"civilians need doctors too...and it turns out, I'm a pretty good doctor." she said, "Coddle's talking retirement again, he wants me to take over the practice."

"You can't do that if you're out there on deployment." Singer filled in.

"Yeah."  she stirred at her drink.  "what's the scuttlebutt?"

"Training for fast raids into enemy territory, long distance deployment stuff, like the Captain and Seether were doing during the Blake War..only it's fighting the Clans."

"I'm fuzzy on my history, we're in the first Clan invasion, right? before Tukkayyid?"

Singer nodded.

"Height of their power, then." she said, "THey hadn't been humiliated at the Big T by Focht, Prince Victor's invasion of Clan Space hasn't happened yet."

"The Colonials are training with us.  Raptor pilots, Marines." he told her, "it's gonna be hot and small unit, the kind of stuff our Marines trained in."

"commando raids." she said.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"I was in the big push at the end of the war, the Blake war, Singer.  While you were fighting the plague on Arluna, we were making the last push on Terra..."

He took her hand.  "I know.  we're training, but my CO has already made it clear; I'm not deployable on this."

"what are you doing instead?"

"Technical training, mostly.  Explosives handling and disarmament, some of the instructor stuff we were doing on Hood IV back in '85 to configure their militia for extended ops, and a shit load of stealth tactics that exploit known gaps in Clanner detection tech and Clanner security."

she leaned over and put her head on his shoulder.  "Good." her fingers twined his, and gripped firmly, as her Nurse came back with one of the two Colonial officers she'd been chatting up.

"Gods, you two are so..cute! so anyway..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 28 December 2019, 09:58:55
Given precarious clan logistics, I think New Circe has a pretty good shot at ruining their day...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 11:13:36
New Capetown...

Hauptmann Evelynn Mosovich no longer had the face she once had.  what she had, was a collection of surgical myomer and badly done grafts that more resembled a skull wrapped around a pair of cameras.

they'd saved her scalp, at least, the Laser's penetration of her cupola's vision blocks had been just attenuated enough, that it didn't destroy her hair under her tanker's helmet when it fried the meat off her face.

the eyes were a new product from Nashan Enterprises, a foray into artificial eyes, and she'd been chosen right out of intensive care to get them at private expense.

the person who paid for it, was waiting as she walked off the concourse of the Praetoria, New Capetown spaceport.

"Elizabeth?" 

"Hi Evelynn..I'm going to make the assumption you and Pat tied the knot, is that okay, sis?"  Elizabeth said.  Evelynn wasn't used to the way the eyes showed details, how people glowed yet.

"I guess so...we were...going to."

"As far as I'm concerned, you're my brother's widow, come on, you're family now."  Liz stepped up and hugged her.  "Let's go catch our ride home.  How are the eyes working out?"

"They're..they're amazing.  I see more, further, than I did before Tamar." Evelynn told her.

"Yah, Maggie's people are really knocking it out of the park with this stuff.  I'm glad I invested in it." Liz told her, "We might even be developing the tech to...to give you your face back.  I hope you kept some pictures.  It's a few years out, but it's a whole suite of technologies to bring back nerve damage and treat severe, crippling injuries.  the firm's working with Nashan and another partner to get it through development and testing."

"you didn't waste time."

"Kelli did most of the deal." Elizabeth stated, "I just bought off on it.  Evvie, this is Leo Conroy, he's on my staff and a big help in my day-to-day, Leo, this is my Brother's wife, Evelynn."

"I'm very pleased to meet you." Leo said.  the glow was slightly different, as if there were extra lines running through the man. 

They walked through the terminal to another concourse, this one gated with a sign declaring it private and reserved.

"So you're going straight home?" Evelynn asked.

"we are going straight home." Elizabeth told her in no uncertain terms.  "I have a scumbag usurper to kick out, you've got a Barony to get in order."

"Will he go quietly?"

"I'm working on arranging that." Elizabeth said brightly, "We'll talk more with Commodore Li, and you'll get to meet the people who developed those eyes, they're intending to help expand our local economy.  Factories and jobs."

"How are you planning to do this?" Evelynn asked.

"what? the factory? I have smart, educated people doing that." Elizabeth stated.

"No, Stonecipher.  How are you going to remove him without an AFFC regiment at your back? you have to know he won't go quietly, he'll appeal to the husband of our Archon..."

"that's been handled." Elizabeth stated, "Also Al Green of the Green Machine is there, and he's already not keen on keeping that corrupt foreign bastard in office, or in charge.  The only reason they haven't moved against him is the contract with AFFC, and Archon Melissa let me buy that contract out.  The mercenary unit is in my pocket as the person who can either sign their pay, or file a grievance for breach.  That was mostly Maggie Doons and Kelli who worked that out. once the parasites are removed from office, I hand the mercs back to the AFFC, but while we're in transition, they're my mercenaries...but their orders from ME are simply not to interfere."

"What's your plan?"

"Simple enough in concept, a little complicated in execution.  I'm going to see the Governor and the regional manager arrested for white collar crimes, which they will be properly and fairly tried for.  Then, I'll see Stoney re-arrested for treason against the Federated Commonwealth, which we have decisive evidence of, corruption, and abuse of office.  Then, I will fire them both, one in the name of the company, the other in the name of the Archon.  after which, properly indicted under the Emergency articles, I will see Stonecipher executed and Condit...will cease to be a problem.  He will be questioned, and then disposed of in a manner my grandfather, and your dad, would have approved of.  I will, of course, as their Lord, allow them to present their case for why leniency is called for, but I doubt it will be much of a case."

Evelynn felt a shudder.  sweet jesus, is she psychotic? then she felt Elizabeth's hand gripping hers.  "I need you, Evelynn, to be my voice of reason." the girl said.  "I need you to keep me from doing something...classical to them. they've savaged our world, poverty is over forty percent, standard of living has dropped severely, basic services aren't being done, and the assembly is either imprisoned, missing or disbanded, our people have no voice in their own government, and they're being taxed to death, robbed at 'mech point under color of law. I won't allow that to progress to the point of a popular revolt."

classical.  she means crucifixion, or impalements. "so that's why your lawyers showed up with papers making me your guardian ad lidem?"

"well, that and you're my sister in law, and always will be, even if you re-marry." Liz told her.  "Pat loved you and he talked a lot about you in his letters. I think I can trust his judgement on your character...and I need a military strategist to be considered legitimate by the Estates General, especially once I've removed Hanse Davion's man from both the firm, and the planet.  You're a disabled war heroine, with a classic story that will be well known throughout the commonwealth soon enough, you're in the right social strata, right position, and if they decide to remove me, you're a shoe-in to take over."

"that's awfully pessimistic of you, Liz." Leo said.

"Yeah, not pessimism, realist.  what we're going to do isn't going to be popular with a lot of important folks, not the least of which being everyone who's been profiting from the FedCom alliance and sees the Davions the way dad did, that's a lot of the Estates General.  There are also the people who think a Planetary Duke should have a military background, and finally, the vast majority whom are going to have a problem with a fourteen year old Duchess removing an agent of the unified state from office and taking direct control.  I estimate a fifty five percent chance that someone in the Lyran Estates will put forward a motion to have me either removed, or placed under supervision, and once they do that, they'll find out about my...problem, and that will be all she wrote.  Nobody wants a terminally ill person taking over a planetary economy, especially in wartime." she looked at Evelynn, "You're plan Bravo, Evvie, you're supposed to take over and protect our people from the predators when I fall, at least until they can protect themselves, so you get to be in all the important meetings until that happens, which is why I was overjoyed to hear AFFC doesn't want you back in a uniform just yet."

Evelynn had doubted Pat's assertions about his sister's intelligence, right up to right now.  she's planning for a future she doesn't expect to see, she's preparing a fallback if her plan fails. she's made strategic alliances...

"You're sure you're fourteen, and not forty?"
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Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 11:37:52
"Everything I did, once I decided to take control, was done with a plan, and at least two contingencies on the assumption that said plan would fail. Some of them were even laid out, so that if I lost one objective, it would lead to taking another, adjacent objective.  I always planned first and foremost for my own demise, and laid plans intended to outlast my own life...which isn't that far out of line, when you realize I knew at age eleven that I would not live to forty, and that I likely would not be able to produce heirs.  I never thought I would have to 'be' the Duchess of Kowloon until I had to, so in that sense, it was the only thing I didn't have a plan to deal with when it happened.  so there's that."

-Duchess Elizabeth Ngo, Memoirs of the incidental Duchess.
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Post by: Daryk on 28 December 2019, 13:32:35
I'm beginning to think Evvie will be the first one to spot the cylons...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 28 December 2019, 14:55:32
aboard MS Gloria, Nadir point, Arluna system...

"Liz...I didn't want to say anything but..." Evelynn said, once they were alone.

"Yeah?"

"Your aide, Mister Conroy?  There's something weird about him."  Evelynn turned to look at Liz, who was anchored to her personal terminal, going over information from the local 'net.  "Not sure I like it."

"You'll get used to him." Elizabeth said, glancing up.  "How're the eyes working out?"

"They're...fine.  This might be something I need to talk to the engineers about.  I'm still seeing this...light around people. it's not normal."

"Yeah, the system probably takes getting used to. remember, even back in Star League days, artificial eyes had some...character, how's your resolution otherwise?"

"better than 20-20?  I can focus them a lot further than I could my old eyes." Evelynn said, "also darkness doesn't seem to have much effect, just a slight change of coloration."

"Yeah.  I kind of asked for that." Liz admitted, "Faster than natural pupil reaction, better focal length, and broader spectrum reception. The only thing they didn't get off my list that I wish they'd at least tried was matching your originals in appearance.  Maggie says her engineers are working on it, but at best it's a 'twenty years from now' project."

"huh...like I was saying, I see these...like highlights around people.  Mister Conroy's looks different."  Evelynn continued.

"Well...maybe when we speak with our third partner at Spider Moon, you can ask her people to have a look." Liz suggested, adding, "if you don't, I will, this is going to be going to market and I don't want the product to have a flaw we haven't accounted for or corected.  I want to build a university after we've tossed the rats out."

"A university? like Nais? that's expensive."

"You have no idea, but not like NAIS.  This is going to be a civilian university, teaching medicine, science, philosophy and business, I intend to con, wheedle, beg, blackmail or threaten the DME into funding an academy at another site for Military purposes-we need to plan for a future if the people we serve are ever going to have one.  too much knowledge has been lost. we can't let that continue."

"Keep talking." now she's sounding like Patrick.

"A place of higher education that advances mankind, a cultural center, a magnet to draw investors." Elizabeth continued, "Not just a place to train men to die in large numbers of senseless battles. Three centuries, Evelynn, of war, constant, unending war.  There are slogans written in gold foil in the Triad on Tharkad, but they've got no meaning.  Everywhere is under one form of Junta or another, one step from military emergency with no relief in sight. People should have something to fight for beyond this lord or that one.  a reason to resist beyond habit and stubborn pride or at least, something to be stubborn and proud about."

"Our people do okay."

"we could be better." Liz said, "I'm dying of something that nobody has had the energy to do real, serious research on for eight hundred years, because we're always at war, or recovering from an apocalypse, or facing one.  you realize they once had cures for cancer? it's true, in the history books, but the knowledge is gone, lost in rush for necessity.  and information? how could we lose so much, except that it was restricted to isolated sub-groups?"

Evelynn managed a laugh, "Your brother used to say that 'information wants to be free'."

"It does." Elizabeth said, "Which makes the loss so terrifying-we have lost so much in three centuries we don't even rightly know what we've lost. we can't even begin to fathom the depth of what prior generations destroyed to create this state of ignorance we're all living in."

"I think Hanse Davion agrees with that."

"Oh, I'm sure he does-he's smart." Liz answered, "I just wish he'd bothered to negotiate fair pricing instead of stealing from us."

"WHAT??"

liz sighed, "Stonecipher is Davion's man.  he used fabricated 'bandit raids' in conjunction with some kind of leverage on Mister Condit, to steal product from Ngo industries, product that just...magically appeared in the hands of businesses partially or completely owned by the Davion family through the Federated Suns central bank.  so much knowledge was lost, that they didn't bother to alter the serial number plates while installing the machinery...incorrectly.  Equipment that was listed as 'stolen', that Ngo Industries then had to build again out-of-pocket because it was already ordered by customers who did bother to negotiate, twenty billion Kroner worth.  somehow it didn't even occur to him that if he'd bothered to ask Dad, he could have gotten it free of charge as a favor."

"How did you find this out?"

"Miss Whyte is the corporation's security chief, and was acting as chief operating officer for the whole of the firm, not just the Kowloon facility.  she saw the requests for technical services, and checked against blueprints and sales registrations.  She told them we haven't sold them that equipment, the corporations in question sent images of the data plates by courier, along with how they tried to install them, insisting the equipment was purchased legitimately...and the numbers matched the listed numbers of machines stolen in a series of Bandit raids that couldn't have physically happened because the perpetrator was already dead."

"Is that how you got the Archon's cooperation?"

Liz nodded. "It's part of it.  Miss Whyte hired investigators to conduct an undercover audit.  More malfeasance was discovered.  Enormous amounts.  I kinda think the reason Broken Wheel is infamous for poverty? is because I kind of suspect this kind of misconduct is normal there.  I'm rather less inclined to accept it, it's bad for business and costing my people enormously. she gave me my Emancipation, which means Stoney can't claim the guardian status, and agreed to look the other way, in exchange for my authorizing the service calls for Galax, General Motors and a few others in Davion space whose equipment was stolen from my customers. we get rid of a bad regency, they get full Warranty support in spite of the goods being stolen, and Hanse Davion's family's involvement is nicely buried in the press, as is the original crime.  thus, hopefully fewer people who shouldn't die end up dead."

"You should be aiming for 'nobody ends up dead' Elizabeth."  Evelynn told her.

"Eggs and Omelets." Elizabeth said, "or maybe 'some people need killing, unfortunately some who don't end up dead'.  I want to keep that second group at a bare minimum if possible." she sighed resignedly, "but zero is a better goal."

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Post by: Daryk on 28 December 2019, 16:06:51
Condit and Stonecipher are in the "needs killing" category, as I recall though...
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Post by: gladius on 28 December 2019, 17:09:50
Aaaand the Hanse bashing continues. I deleted my earlier comment, not wanting to nitpick ... but from what I know of Hanse Davion, he’s most likely to be the first to demand that Stonecypher and Condit are put up against a wall and shot (well, maybe Condit can ‘retire to a new posting on a planet that mysteriously gets hit by pirates.’ I can buy that Stonecypher is doing this to toady up to his First Prince, and maybe he’s invested in the same industries, but ... he’s doing it in Hanse name.

Hanse takes personal responsibility seriously. If anything, I can imagine Melissa’s talk is likely to horrify, then enrage him. I could then imagine him ordering an in depth review of any other such regencies, and former Federation nobles who have been assigned feifs in the Commonwealth, to see if anyone else is abusing the trust he put in them, and blackening his name via proxy.

I get this is from Liz’s perspective, and maybe she’s just making assumptions ... but if you’ve decided that Hanse Davion has ruthlessly decided to order his leigemen to rape the worlds of his wife’s nation for his own personal gain, while assuming that there was no way his wife, a rather clever And empathetic lady, would NEVER find out or care ...

Hanse isn’t perfect, he isn’t blameless and he isn’t absolutely pure of motive ... but he’s not stupid. In fact, he’s known as being somewhat above average in the brains department. And this plot of Stonecypher’s is stupid on many levels.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 28 December 2019, 17:44:34
I'm 100% certain the regency on Kowloon is operating well outside the bounds given to it, and I'm also 100% certain Hanse didn't expect them to stir up this much trouble.  They'll get what they deserve, and Hanse will sleep just fine at night.
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Post by: gladius on 28 December 2019, 18:11:08
I'm 100% certain the regency on Kowloon is operating well outside the bounds given to it, and I'm also 100% certain Hanse didn't expect them to stir up this much trouble.  They'll get what they deserve, and Hanse will sleep just fine at night.
Sure, AFTER he deals with the cartoonish villains who are screwing not only with his wife’s nation, but his SONs inheritance ... and getting CAUGHT doing it, because even in Hanse was going to approve this kind of shit, you can bet that it would take more than a fourteen year old Nancy Drew to realise it was anything more than bad luck, piracy and a local economic downturn.

Again, I’m really, really hoping that it’s just Liz’s ‘everyone is out to screw Kowloon over except maybe the Steiners sometimes because they’re better businesspeople’ paranoia getting the better of her.
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Post by: Liam's Ghost on 28 December 2019, 19:33:22
Thing is, Hanse has a tendency to do what he feels is best for the realm as a whole, and he's more than willing to break eggs for that omelet along the way.

I'm reminded of the time he launched a massive operation to seize the HPGs across the entire federated commonwealth simultaneously, and Melissa, the ruler of half that Commonwealth, didn't know it was happening or even why until it had already begun. I like the guy, but he is quite imperious, and by this point he was pretty accustomed to being in charge.

The other problem is that he's only one guy. He has to rely on the existing structures of the Federated Commonwealth to get things done. If those structures are systemically corrupt, he can work to reform them, but he can't simply knock them down and replace them without bringing the whole structure down (same reason he couldn't just shoot Michael Hasek-Davion, even though he knew Mikey was an outright traitor). He has to work within those corrupt structures until he can gradually replace them. And those structures are massive. Fixing them all takes a lot of time, probably more than any one ruler could have.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 28 December 2019, 19:44:31
That's pretty much my point... he might have known Stonecipher and Condit were dirty, but didn't expect them to go THAT far...
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Post by: monbvol on 28 December 2019, 20:08:18
True but they did commit the worst mistake possible to allow Hanse to act without too much trouble.  They got caught.

That goes a long way to keeping the other corrupt nobles from objecting.
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Post by: Liam's Ghost on 28 December 2019, 20:54:24
Plot twist, Hanse sent them to Kowloon because of their corrupt tendencies and wanted a deniable way of dealing with them. Actually, he's disappointed the 'Loonies took this long to live up to their reputation.  :D
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Post by: cawest on 28 December 2019, 21:05:58
Plot twist, Hanse sent them to Kowloon because of their corrupt tendencies and wanted a deniable way of dealing with them. Actually, he's disappointed the 'Loonies took this long to live up to their reputation.  :D

that is just so wrong... but so funny at the same time
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 28 December 2019, 21:14:20
Plot twist, Hanse sent them to Kowloon because of their corrupt tendencies and wanted a deniable way of dealing with them. Actually, he's disappointed the 'Loonies took this long to live up to their reputation.  :D
"Will no one rid me of these incompetent cretins?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 28 December 2019, 21:18:16
Plot twist, Hanse sent them to Kowloon because of their corrupt tendencies and wanted a deniable way of dealing with them. Actually, he's disappointed the 'Loonies took this long to live up to their reputation.  :D
  Or he simply dropped the ball.  Even Hanse ‘The Magnificent Bastard’ Davion can have an off day, especially since even he has to delegate some things in a realm as XBOX-hueg as the FedCom, and if he trusted the wrong person’s assessments of Stonecipher and Condit....
  I mean, I get that Liz has a persecution complex and sees the blackest motives to everything and everyone around her; I’d be surprised if she didn’t, given Kowloon’s history, much less her own, is basically tailor-made for inculcating that kind of mindset.  But this could well just be a case of ‘Hanse trusted the wrong guy(s)’, instead of ‘Hanse Davion acting with malice aforethought’.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Liam's Ghost on 28 December 2019, 21:29:03
  Or he simply dropped the ball.  Even Hanse ‘The Magnificent Bastard’ Davion can have an off day, especially since even he has to delegate some things in a realm as XBOX-hueg as the FedCom, and if he trusted the wrong person’s assessments of Stonecipher and Condit....

Not as funny, but probably more likely. It's not like he can personally interview everybody.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 28 December 2019, 21:56:55
  Or he simply dropped the ball.  Even Hanse ‘The Magnificent Bastard’ Davion can have an off day, especially since even he has to delegate some things in a realm as XBOX-hueg as the FedCom, and if he trusted the wrong person’s assessments of Stonecipher and Condit....
  I mean, I get that Liz has a persecution complex and sees the blackest motives to everything and everyone around her; I’d be surprised if she didn’t, given Kowloon’s history, much less her own, is basically tailor-made for inculcating that kind of mindset.  But this could well just be a case of ‘Hanse trusted the wrong guy(s)’, instead of ‘Hanse Davion acting with malice aforethought’.
Exactly: he would not only be furious at Condit and co, but at himself for allowing their crimes to be carried out ‘in his name’.

“You did not just steal from my wife’s people, but from my SONS people ... and you thought I would approve because it somewhat profited my personal accounts? How ... very Lyran of you. Unfortunately, embezzling in time of war is treason.” (They’re dragged off) “Note to self: have similar regencies investigated: if I’ve screwed up here, it might have happened elsewhere.”

Anyway, I’ve said my peace. Moving on.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 28 December 2019, 21:57:59
I like the idea they were sent to their deaths, and Liz is the instrument by which un example pour les autres is set...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 29 December 2019, 00:05:48
Not sent to their deaths. Liz made sure their deaths came to them. I trust they appreciated the distinction. I'm sure they got the point.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 01:30:48
[out of story] 

 
Aaaand the Hanse bashing continues. I deleted my earlier comment, not wanting to nitpick ... but from what I know of Hanse Davion, he’s most likely to be the first to demand that Stonecypher and Condit are put up against a wall and shot (well, maybe Condit can ‘retire to a new posting on a planet that mysteriously gets hit by pirates.’ I can buy that Stonecypher is doing this to toady up to his First Prince, and maybe he’s invested in the same industries, but ... he’s doing it in Hanse name.

Hanse takes personal responsibility seriously. If anything, I can imagine Melissa’s talk is likely to horrify, then enrage him. I could then imagine him ordering an in depth review of any other such regencies, and former Federation nobles who have been assigned feifs in the Commonwealth, to see if anyone else is abusing the trust he put in them, and blackening his name via proxy.

I get this is from Liz’s perspective, and maybe she’s just making assumptions ... but if you’ve decided that Hanse Davion has ruthlessly decided to order his leigemen to rape the worlds of his wife’s nation for his own personal gain, while assuming that there was no way his wife, a rather clever And empathetic lady, would NEVER find out or care ...

Hanse isn’t perfect, he isn’t blameless and he isn’t absolutely pure of motive ... but he’s not stupid. In fact, he’s known as being somewhat above average in the brains department. And this plot of Stonecypher’s is stupid on many levels.



Hanse didn't think the guy would do this.  Stonecipher's appointment was a move to keep the Hasek-Davions in check (because Hanse doesn't 'do' that whole mass-executions thing.)  It really never occurred to him that the man was as dirty as he turns out to be.

and, telling the truth, maybe he wasn't when he was sent West.

The discussion between Melissa and Hanse involved flying houseplants, screaming  and shouting.  THAT you can be sure of.  It likely ended in some pretty passionate R or soft-X rated activities, because he honestly didn't know and Mel had the good sense to forgive him for ****** up.

The appointment was political, his 'evil plan' was to remove a competent, yet troublesome officer from the Cappellan border in a way that didn't require killing people to make a point. 

the appointment is also consistent with policy.  There are likely a LOT of marcher lords who've been shuffled around on 'governor duty' who weren't and aren't as corrupted as Stonecipher, and the Periphery of the nation isnt exactly thought of as being a center of power, which is what Hanse was trying to get Stoney away from.

It's a BIG realm.

what Liz is forgetting (She's a teenager, it's reasonable) is that 'done in his name' isn't the same as 'done at his order'.

She's right about one thing: If she'd shown the evidence to Hanse Davion, there would be an RCT landing on Kowloon to arrest the son of a bitch by midnight.

But she's likely to be wrong about what happens after that.  We're not going to see that because that's not what happened, but that's HER error-and a common error to make when dealing with the rulers of super-states. 

The ah...'discussion' between Mrs. Steiner-Davion and her husband Hanse likely involved a fair bit of shouting and some thrown dishes.  Once he explained his side, (Because he would) Melissa forgave him for screwing up.

After which, they made a try for child number six.  (for those who've never been married, yes, the make-up sex IS hotter.)


anyway, 'ripples'...guess who WILL see what Lizzie does this time?  The Cylons are kind of custom made to be super-hackers and they were part and parcel of how Elizabeth got actual, useable and actionable evidence without having to poke around for three to  five years after her mother died.

Thanks to Melissa, he'll even know why
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 02:20:49
Spider Moon, Kowloon system...

"That's funny." Elizabeth said as soon as she stepped through the airlock.

"what's funny?" Evelynn Mosovich asked.

"I..." she took a hop.  "Um, did I suddenly gain weight?"

"Part of the refurbishment, I'm afraid." Alicia Li said from the far side.  "We're still testing it."

"this is..this could be revolutionary." Liz noted.

"That did occur to me.  Come on, there are people you two need to meet."

they followed Commodore Li into the central briefing area.

Evelynn gasped.

"There's something you should know, Evelynn." Elizabeth said, "this is Kristiana Hoffenbakker, she works for Corporate in the publicity department-at least, that's her formal title.   Gina works for our as-yet-unnamed corporate partners and unless I miss my guess, you're responsible for the whatever-it-is that's got us at one earth Gee on a moon that naturally has about one sixth?"

"You're correct, Miss Ngo." Gina said, "Though I'm not the inventor.  we had spares and your Commodore was willing to meet our price."

"They're...Aliens?" Evelynn muttered.

"Not in the strictest sense, Evvie." Liz said, "from pretty far away, sure.  Immigrants though, not 'aliens'. They invented the tech that's interfacing your eyes to your optic nerve...and I guess they invented gravity control somewhere?"

"We would have brought this up sooner, Liz." Alicia said, "but we couldn't get you somewhere we could be certain wasn't being observed by LIC, DMI, or any one of a few hundred corporate spies."

"I kind of figured something was up when you showed up with all that information." Liz said, "I'm a teenager, I'm not stupid...so...how does this change the plan?"

"How do you want it to?"

"Everything. I need to know everything Li." Elizabeth said, "If my 'new best friends' are from somewhere else, I need to know all about 'em."  she said it right in front of the Cylons in the room.

"That could take a while." Kristiana said.

"Okay...You've got magical medical tech, you've got gravity control...what do you need us for? Nobody does anything for free without a payoff."

"Cynical." Gina noted.

"Realistic." Liz countered, "You've got the potential to shape the universe to your will-control over one of the fundamental forces in the universe, and super medical tech, I bet you're not going to age much unless you want to, but you're sticking fingers into our world, which means you need or want something we can provide."

"Legitimacy." Leoben spoke.  "A legitimate path to introducing the...rest of our people, without massive bloodshed."

Elizabeth bit her lip, "So theres what? tentacle-aliens or furries or something?"

"Not quite. Commodore, may I?"  Gina asked.

"Sure." Li said, and looked at Elizabeth.  "Please don't freak out, okay?"

the door on the far side of the room opened, and a large, gleaming form walked in-far too fluidly to be a man in a suit.

"Holy crap, you're robots!!" Liz's tone was wonder and delight.  "Artificial intelligence, right?? No fleshy bits inside the suit, maybe a brain but nothing else? Cyborgs?"

"You were closer with 'robots'." Gina said.

"Yeah, um, 'he', or 'she?' um...wow."

"Wait, how are you even thinking that's a person?" Evelynn demanded.

"because they said 'the rest of our people'." Liz stated, then turned to the chromed giant.  "Um, HI?" and waved.

It cocked its head and the shifting red eye locked on her.  It raised a sharp-fingered hand, and returned the gesture.

"Dude...you are awesome." she turned to the rest.  "We can't take these guys into it when we take Stoney out of the picture."

"what??" Li and Mosovich both gaped at her in astonishment.

"I said, we can't deploy eight foot tall chrome plated artificial persons with gun-mounts in their arms as troops when we take on Stonecipher. we'd have the AFFC down our necks before you can blink.  hell-ooo, the Clans??"  she turned to the machine, "Besides, you don't wanna get killed in someone else's civil war, do you?"

it tipped its head skeptically.

"Why isn't he or she answering me themself?" Liz demanded.

"Um...we didn't install voice-boxes..?"

"Why the hell not? a person should at least have the chance to speak their mind and be heard." Elizabeth insisted, "even if they're babbling in another language, the facility should be there so they're not mistaken for a...a...thing, or possession!" she turned, "Sorry man, I think it's wrong that you can't talk back at me."

It shook its chromed head and made a dismissive gesture.

"Would voices change your mind?" Alicia asked.

"Yes. Then I can ask them if they want to, and they can say 'no' unequivocally.  Lemme guess, they used to be slaves? or they still are?"

"Used to be."

"Then they need a voice so they can speak freely." Liz asserted.  she looked to the humaniforms, "You guys can do that, right? a speaker or something? and how much am I paying these guys if they say yes, Li?"

"Your attitude is remarkably progressive, Duchess Ngo." the machine spoke.

"you do speak...this was a game?"

"A test." it said, "I'm Centurion...Nick Chopper, seems like a good name.  We are unused to being seen as...'people' by humans."

"Yeah, well sometimes people are ignorant and sometimes they're ******." Liz said, "I kinda grew up being mostly invisible to people around me.  'Nick Chopper' huh? the Tin Woodsman from Wizard of Oz?"

"We have taken some time studying your cultures and their mythologies." Nick stated. 

"Coolness."

"And I want to say 'yes', not 'no' to your other question.  Tyrants must be removed."

"I like you." she said, "Mind I have some pretty tyrannical urges myself.  'tyrant' isn't always a bad thing in history.  It's what you do with it."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 03:33:48
Tharkad...

"Oh god, Mel...I need to fix this."  Hanse Davion had bruises.  the argument had been vicious.  Melissa hadn't held back, and when she showed him the evidence?  He'd broken down.

The forgiveness was pretty nice though.

"It was an error dear." she said in his ear, draping an arm across his chest.  "how could you have known?"

"It's my responsibility to know what's being done in my name." he said, "I have to fix this.  God... what that kid said to you..."

"Honestly honey, I was kind of already angry at you once she showed me the evidence." Melissa said, "I'm not going to be angry at a fourteen year old kid for calling out my administration.  It would be like banishing Arthur for being rude at the dinner table.  besides, she guaranteed technical support for the stolen equipment and intends to make up the shortfalls."

"Melissa...that's just sensible.  I should have been there, she rooked you."

"WHAT??"

"The kid rooked you.  she out-played you politically." he stated, "It's my fault for not catching what the governor regent I signed off on was doing to one of your worlds, and what his local crony was doing to a major strategic asset for the entire realm...but the girl out-played you and got you to give in on something you probably shouldn't have."

Melissa sat up, disturbing the sheets, "You'd better explain that, mister. what did she get me to 'buy off' on that I shouldn't have?"

"You're letting her try to take care of the problem herself, that's the starter.  Let's assume she's got competent people backing her up..." he said, "...you also let her pick her guardian ad lidem."

"She picked a certified war hero native to her world-"

"Yes, said certified war-hero is on permanent patient-status after being stop-lossed into staying, hell, I wish I could pin the medals myself.  but the kid played you."

"She didn't demand financial recompense for her losses."

"She demanded something a lot more valuable, and you gave it." Hanse countered.  "You basically signed off on whatever she does.  Ever heard of a little planet named 'Elbar'?"

"Yes. it's in our realm...your realm."

"Right.  Most of the locals speak a mixture of western european languages.  the word 'kowloon' has a specific slang meaning going back to Kerensky's day. They use it to refer to a kind of rough, mob justice.  do you know why?"

Melissa frowned and was silent...then..."I remember something from history classes..."

"I'll fill in the blanks.  at Running Deer Mountain, which is now an AFFC base on Elbar? they crucified Rim Worlds officers for war crimes-the Kowloonese volunteers did.  a 'Kowloon Necktie' is when a vigilante mob lynches a suspected criminal, because their troops used lamp-posts and rope to deal with suspected Amaris Collaborators.  Your girl is from Kowloon.  she promised to 'keep it out of the press'. and in the video here..." he held up the player for her, "She talked about leaving your hands clean."

"So...no trials."

Hanse chuckled darkly, "She'll probably hold trials, the evidence is damning...but don't be surprised if she, or her people at least, do something that will make the news."

"you can't punish her for what she hasn't done..."

"Punish her? I want to hire her." he said, "Barring that, I'm gonna say we should keep close tabs on 'Elizabeth Ngo' here, and maybe I need to make a State visit to explain that it wasn't a planned move.  what my man did wasn't authorized, much less one of my plans."

he put the reader on the bedside table, "but...can't.  too much to do.  There's a war on.  Melissa, I think you need to make sure that kid doesn't get nailed to the wall by the Estates General if she succeeds, and be ready to drop the hammer on 'Governor' Stonecipher if she fails."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 29 December 2019, 05:18:43
After which, they made a try for child number six.
Elizabeth Stiener-Davion, perchance?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 06:32:02
Elizabeth Stiener-Davion, perchance?

vanishingly unlikely.  it would be like naming your kid 'Vendetta', or 'Atrocity', or 'Misfortune'.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 07:26:24
Given the other names, I'd be more inclined for "Alexandria"...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 08:50:41
04:00 Nha Tranh Local Time, Kowloon...

there was no warning, no alerts went off.  instead, what happened began with small, stealthy  watercraft coming up the river near the Nha Tranh interstellar spaceport.

The first 'warning' anyone had, was when the security office went silent, this was followed by the visible halt of patrol vehicles along the perimeter and then, the lights going off, on, then off, then on in the control tower.

Militia guards were quietly and efficiently subdued, and Operations resumed normally.

In the city, the next...'warning' if it could be called such, was the Barracks on Chanh street and Lanterns.  This facility had been constructed in the late 30th century, and housed battlemechs.  The power to the main doors went out, and the fire-suppression systems kicking on, filling the 'mech bays with Halon/nitrogen mix, followed by water.

The 'mechwarrior quarters, were taken in minutes by personnel from the Kowloon Coast guard, the on-duty officers were secured with few injuries.  The district's motor-pool was secured in minutes by another force.

Ia Drang...

across the continent, the Militia base controlling Highway 1 out of Hue was hit at the same time that the main barracks/'mech bays of Hue were.  The attack had no warning (again), Men and women in camouflage supported by 'mini 'mechs' struck the bases, shutting down communication and securing barracks areas while others took over armories and fueling docks.

This left roughly a company of 'mechs and tanks on patrol that weren't hit, but now had no communication.  at the top of the Plateau, the former CGNAS Ia Drang, handed over to the Governor's forces four years ago, was secured in seconds, beginning with the flight-line.

No alarm was raised, nor orders given, as the encirclement concluded in New Saigon, where the Militia's 'police barracks', a fortified facility where the governor's men would go after 'mechs were deployed, was taken in seconds by armored, fast, mechanical troops working with 'Red's Rangers', a local security company that often clashed with officials in the city.

Nha Tranh, Government house, 0630 AM local time...

it was largely bloodless, thus far.  by 0630 AM Nha Tranh time, Government House, which had served as the official administrative center on Kowloon since the 2750's, was cut off entirely, Governor Stonecipher rolled in his bed, only to be awakened by the sound of booted feet in the official residence, and the occasional shouts and screams of his security detail.

Strangely, no shots were fired, as he reached into his bedside table, and pulled out his sidearm before getting out of bed.

The bedroom door opened as he struggled into his pants.

"Mister James Stonecipher?" the woman was vaguely familiar, blonde hair worn loose, dressed in a stark white outfit.

"Who are you?"

"I am Kristiana Hoffenbakker, I work for Elizabeth Ngo, your boss." she said, "I would suggest you leave the sidearm where it is, finish getting dressed, and come to the sitting room.  There are matters to discuss."

"In the sitting room?" he scoffed, "I wasn't informed!"

"she didn't want you to be.  Right now, Ngo Industries affiliates and contracted mercenaries are conducting a security exercise to test the alert level of your militia.  thus far, it has been found wanting."

he pulled on his  shirt, tucked it in, fastened his belt, and tied his tie before donning his uniform jacket.  "Securex, huh?"

"yes."

"I was not informed."

"you weren't supposed to be.  the Duchess is here, and she ordered this necessary security test...oh my, yes, you should absolutely put the sidearm in its holster.  you look silly without it."

he shoved the Federated handgun in its holster, and followed the female executive to the sitting room.

There were two metal sculptures that hadn't been there before, flanking the doorway.  "When did those get here?"

"When I did." Elizabeth said, from one of the ancient, overstuffed leather chairs.  a fire was beginning to catch in the old stone fireplace, she had a spread of documents on the coffee table, and a file open in her hands.

to James, she looked like a child, a sullen one, possibly just back from a funeral in her black skirt, mourning jacket, flats, and white blouse.  "Sit." she said.

"I demand-"

"I said, 'sit', mister Stonecipher." the girl had cold, cold eyes, she indicated the other chair, opposite her.  "Your militia failed a basic readiness review this morning.  My people have taken the 'mech barracks, most of the Militia and Police barracks, and both of the operational military air stations, including the early warning center.  had this been an actual attack, you would have no arsenals, armories or soldiers left with which to resist."

she closed the file, "This is flatly unacceptable, though it does explain the frequency of successful bandit and pirate raids reported to AFFC."

"The Green machine-"

"were asked to stand down for this exercise, since I'm not testing Al Green, I'm testing what is supposed to be My Militia forces." she said it pedantically, "completely unacceptable, especially for a man with your military record.  I await explanations with the aforementioned 'baited breath'."

She glanced at the two, towering, chromed statues, "It's alright Lads, you don't have to play statue, though I'd appreciate it if you stick around here, Nick.  pick somewhere in the room you might feel comfortable."

"Of course Miss Ngo." the statue on the left boomed.  the one on the right stalked out, and Stonecipher felt a stab of outright terror. as the one she called 'Nick' moseyed casually to the window, and crossed its arms, leaning against a structural support that afforded a good view of the two of them.

Liz reached over, and lifted a steaming cup.  "mmm...Ca'phe, I missed this..." she took a sip, and then, regarded him.  "I guess you can say I have determined that I shall come home, with the deaths of my parents and brothers, to see to my responsibilities, You have done a remarkably poor job of stewardship, Mister Stonecipher, and I am still waiting to hear your reasons why."

"you..you're a child..."

"Yes, educate me." Elizabeth prompted.  "You've worked with Bob Condit on robbing my company, you've mismanaged my world.  explain yourself to me, and you might not have to explain your failure to Hanse Davion."

"I don't have to explain anything to you, you're a child, further you're a dependent child-"

she pulled a sheet from the file, and passed it to him. "This is my writ of Emancipation, do you recognize the signature of the Archon of the Lyran Commonwealth?"

"ah...adult status? she wouldn't-"

"She did." Liz said, pulling another document out, and passing it to him, "This authorizes me to do whatever i deem necessary to correct conditions here on Kowloon, including judiciary powers vested in the Ducal seat by law and tradition.  as of right now, I am your Liege Lord and you will answer my questions, because I really can have you shot if you don't, and I have enough evidence that your prior lord has reason to have you imprisoned or put to death, so I'm going to give you the opportunity to use that expensive education you recieved on New Avalon, to convince me you're worth more to me and my people alive, than hanging on a cross."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 09:49:06
Crucifixion's too good for 'im…  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 10:20:27
Broadcast repeated on Coventry Broadcasting Services, Donegal Broadcast Network, and locally on Kowloon in  three languages...

"James Edward George Lukas Stonecipher, you have been found guilty of the following crimes under Kowloonese and Lyran Commonwealth common law.  The crimes are embezzlement of public funds, abuse of office, violations of your Oaths of Fealty to the Ducal seat, Archon of the Commonwealth, and First Prince of the Federated Suns, Collaboration with Treasonable persons including Michael Hasek-Davion, Espionage against the combined state of the Federated Commonwealth, acceptance of bribes, solicitation of bribes, smuggling of controlled technology outside the borders of the Lyran Commonwealth, conspiracy to commit industrial espionage, Conspiracy to undermine the authority of the Archon, conspiracy to undermine the authority of the First Prince, conspiracy to commit murder, conspiracy to conceal murder, solicitation of assassins, conspiracy against your home government..." she lowered the paper.

"That's a hefty load of screwups, sir." Elizabeth stood behind the desk.  "some of that is more than twenty years old, I can't hold you accountable for your activities on behalf of Michael Hasek Davion that were done before I was born, I'm sure that First Prince Hanse Davion of the Federated Suns has already forgiven those or you wouldn't have been sent here. My only concern, is your activities on Kowloon, and so...I have nothing to say for about forty percent of those charges."

he was silent, glaring at her.

"Now, as for your conduct on my world, on behalf of my government, my liege lord the Archon, and my family in the form of serving as his proxy and regent here, I have quite a lot to say."  she paced, hands fidgeting as she adjusted a shower cap.  "Let the record show, and the recording show, that I gave you ample time and opportunity to justify those misdeeds."  she took a white industrial smock from a guardsman in Coast Guard blue, and slid it on.

"You failed to present a compelling case." she finished.  "The record of that conversation will be available at the public library, and has had a copy sent to the Archon and her family."  she turned to face him squarely, "As a former Leftenant Colonel in the Federated Suns military, you understand that wartime conditions permit the employment of summary execution in your home nation, a likewise regulation and law exists here in the Lyran Commonwealth. as a matter of mercy, I will not be billing your family for the bullet.  do you wish to wear a blindfold, sir?"

He finally spoke up.  "NO."

"very well. the Condemned does not wish to be blindfolded for this.  Do you wish a cigarette, glass of whiskey, beer, or other intoxicant before you are shot?"

"No."

"Let the records show that the condemned has refused the traditional offers.  Do you wish a moment to confer with a certified counselor, military chaplain, priest, Rabbi, or other person to secure the fate of your soul before sentence is carried out?"

"no." he shook his head, adding "I don't believe you'll do it."

Elizabeth sighed, and drew a handgun from the desk.  "Believe as you will." she said, turned to face him again, leveled it at roughly one meter, and fired.

the nine point five milimeter slug from the revolver expanded, leaving a fist-sized exit wound in the back of his skull, spraying his brains across the plastic sheeting behind him.

"Next case." she said.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 29 December 2019, 10:31:16
How I have missed the young Miss Ngo
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 10:43:37
And now for Condit...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: al103 on 29 December 2019, 10:52:08
vanishingly unlikely.  it would be like naming your kid 'Vendetta', or 'Atrocity', or 'Misfortune'.
I'm not sure about other two, but it's pretty Hanse to name his child Vendetta.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 11:46:38
"Next Case"

"George Robert Gordon Condit, you have been given a fair trial and found guilty on the following counts..." Elizabeth wore the same smock and shower cap. this time, she added safety glasses.
"Count one, Conspiracy to defraud the Lyran Commonwealth, Count two, Conspiracy to undermine the lawful authority of the Lyran Commonwealth, count three, Conspiracy to commit Tax Fraud, count four, Embezzlement of funds, count five, conspiracy to commit murder, count six, conspiracy to conceal a murder, count seven, Grand Theft of Capital, count Eight, conspiring to violate Commonwealth Export regulation 244b, count nine, conspiracy and collaboration with Bandits, count ten, Bribery. Count eleven, Bribery, count twelve, Solicitation with the intent to corrupt public officials. Count thirteen, conspiring to conceal official corruption, count fourteen, encompassing the prior items, Treason against the people and government of the Lyran Commonwealth. Count fifteen, treason against your Liege Lord.  You're fired, by the way."

she stood up, "Do you want a blindfold?"

he shook as he knelt on the plastic, and nodded his head.

a woman in uniform tied a blindfold over his eyes.

"Would you like a Cigarette, intoxicant, glass of scotch..?"

"Cannabis, please?" he asked.

she rolled a joint, and the uniformed woman held it to his lips, lighting it.  He drew in a long drag.

"Would you like a moment to confer with a spiritual advisor of your faith, sir?" Elizabeth asked.

"No..." he mumbled around the marijuana cigarette.

she waited for him to finish the joint, then, she stepped up, at one meter's distance, and fired a single shot.

his body flopped to the floor, lifeless.

she took off the safety glasses and accepted a clean handkerchief to wipe the blood spatter from her face before removing the smock, and then the shower-cap. 

"Okay...that was horrible." she said.  "THis concludes the public executions of traitors portion.  HI, I'm Elizabeth Anne Ngo, Duchess of Kowloon, and there are going to be a few changes in how things are run here.  as you should be able to see on your screens at home, I have no place for abuse of power or corrupt officials.  For the last ten years, our world has been under a very incompetent, corrupt and erosive administration.  This morning a number of persons imprisoned under the Regency have been released from unlawful imprisonment.  we still don't know where everyone is, however, but we do have enough for a Quorum of the Assembly.  for those of you with Assembly seats whom have been in hiding, please, come out of hiding, the suspension of the elected assembly is hereby nullified and I need your help-running a world is a complex job that requires that the voice of the people be heard.  to that end, I hereby request that the people's assembly meet as soon as possible, and that special elections be arranged for those who..." she glanced at the corpse, "were unable to escape or survive the prior administration."

She walked over to the desk, and the camera followed her.  "I hereby decree, as Duchess, that the so-called 'emergency measures' in force under the Regent, including the suspension of civil liberties carried out under his administration are null and void.  I have a list of officers under the Stonecipher administration that are wanted for crimes committed under his administration, they will be found and brought to trial.  Turn yourselves in, you can not run far enough before we catch you.  the following statements are inadmissible in a court; 'I was only following orders', 'orders are orders', 'you can't do this to me I'm an officer/noble/too important', and 'insert-a-name will hear of this and punish you'.  I am Elizabeth Ngo, I am the Duchess, I am the one who punishes people."

she clasped her hands for the camera, "there will be no excuses in my administration. There might be forgiveness, I will accept repentance if it's sincere, I may even pardon those whom are deemed worthy...but no more excuses, no more rationalizations, no more pretenses.  There is to be The Law, there is Right, there is Wrong, and there will be justice...oh, and there will be jobs, I've lined up contracts that will deal with this...imposed economic malaise, there will be schools, the schools will be worth it, there will be Jobs, Justice, Education, and Prosperity.  what will not be tolerated, are skimming, embezzlement, fraud, extortion, state-sponsored kidnappings, suppression of free speech or other civil rights, political violence, or violence directed at the civilian population.  To that end, all arms-control laws and decrees levied in the last twenty years are null and void, citizens may arm themselves and walk freely in the streets, no public building shall bar any citizen of Kowloon for bearing a weapon.  Misusing it is a death sentence, but carrying in public is lawful, and in my view, necessary to maintain a free state, as the founders of our world decreed when they adopted the Constitutional Charter.  Private ownership of arms is lawful, legal, and encouraged."

"As I said, there will be changes.  the 'offensive speech' laws used to imprison several elected representatives are null and void.  I don't care if some foreign court thinks it's inflammatory, the fact is when a fool speaks, he reveals himself a fool.  it is only in secret, under suppression, that true sedition can grow.  Your right to speak as you think or feel shall no longer be infringed by the sensibilities of others, though I'd be careful, because there is no longer any legal reason for someone to be forced to do business with a person whose views or personal conduct is offensive to them.  Good manners will still be more profitable than being a prick."

"Finally, I have repealed in my role as Duchess, several unlawful taxes that were levied under the Regency.  your returns are on file, and you will be reimbursed as it becomes possible. If you feel you have a claim, please submit your claim to your local Coast Guard office, or City Hall no later than next thursday.  Claims will be  processed in the order they are received, payments to legitimate claims will be made, fraudulent claims will be denied,  Property tax rates planet-wide are in the process of being adjusted for the correct values. some land-owners will find a cheque is coming to them, as well."

She puts a paper down on the desk.  "That's all I've got tonight.  to the People of Kowloon, I wish you a good night, a good rest, and a good morning."


she waited for the light on the camera to flash indicating the broadcast recording was finished, before she relaxed.

Then, Elizabeth held her hair back, leaned over the trash can next to her desk, and vomited.

after vomiting, she sat up, wiping her lips as staff removed the bodies.  "How did It look?" she asked, "Will they buy it? will they believe?"

"We'll have to see, Ma'am." Kristiana said uncomfortably.  "I think your fireside chat tone at the end might come off as a bit unbalanced."

Elizabeth regarded the pistol on the desk.  "That was harder than I thought it would be, he was right, I almost couldn't make myself do it...don't tell anyone?"

"Of course not." Kristiana answered.

"I wonder how Evelynn's doing with her dad." Liz added, "According to the papers in Stoney's desk, the man's mind is almost completely gone. at least I'll die before I get Alzheimers, eh?" she tried to grin, and failed.

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Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 12:37:26
Well, concludes the public execution of traitors by the Duchess portion.  I'm sure there will be some score settling elsewhere on planet for a couple of months at least.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 29 December 2019, 13:18:50
The horrible part is not so much the execution, they were traitors in wartime after all, but the fact that a teenager had to do it and publicly to boot.
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Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 29 December 2019, 13:40:10
A couple of points:

1. Make up sex is just 🔥, married or not.

2. I'm glad to see the furries have survived the Succession Wars.

3. Bruises do not come from arguments, they come from fights. Which leads to great make up sex.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 29 December 2019, 13:42:28
The horrible part is not so much the execution, they were traitors in wartime after all, but the fact that a teenager had to do it and publicly to boot.

I think Liz considers this more, honest.  They are as dead by her hand if she pulls the trigger directly, or uses a pen and subcontracts the actual killing.

Plus she's got a world on the edge of open revolt based on the conspiracy these two led.  This is a very emphatic, and Kowloonese, statement that this was not going to be excused with the new administration.  Realpolitik might have required throwing her people this pound of flesh.

Another part of the political theater in these two executions is how she is playing it for both the Estates General and the FedCom as a whole.  Gauche for doing the deed herself, but otherwise doing this under the full color of law in time of invasion of the realm.  A trail and sentencing of a very long list of capital crimes first.  Then offering the traditional comforts to the condemned before carrying out the execution.

Ironically her pistol executions could also be considered a mercy, quick and relatively painless given some of the more, traditional, Kowloonese forms of capital punishment.  Hanse might even tell Melissa this wasn't as bad as he was expecting.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 29 December 2019, 13:56:59
The horrible part is not so much the execution, they were traitors in wartime after all, but the fact that a teenager had to do it and publicly to boot.

Well, if the grown-ups had done their jobs...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 14:33:09
I'm positive Hanse will tell Melissa it wasn't as bad as he was expecting...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 15:03:03
Triad, Tharkad, Archon's quarters...

"and this is why I said she rooked you." Hanse stated, adding, "it's not as bad as I'd feared it would be."

Melissa looked ill.  "That child...that can't be healthy."

"Oh, it's not." Hanse asserted, "I had nightmares after the first man I killed in combat.  I still do, about that man.  Your little friend there, she doesn't have the excuse of combat, the adrenaline, the fog of battle most soldiers rely on to stay sane and hold it together when they know they've killed...she has to live with doing this herself, intentionally and with fore-thought."

he swirled his scotch, "she was shaking so badly in that clip that she could've missed.  Both times.  she's a killer, but she's not a psychopath.  It's a shame she's going to die young, and like she is, if she was going to survive..." he looked over at his wife, "If she wasn't dying of what's going to kill her, that defect, I'd be trying to match her up with one of our boys."

"you're joking."

"We worked out." Hanse said, "Didn't we? but the girl is dying. will be dead, if she doesn't get killed she'll die in unspeakable agony, and young.  I wouldn't do that to our sons."

his distraction from the distasteful act on the screen worked, Melissa's mind was engaged in something other than his poorly considered comment.

"You know, dear, I think that's why she did it that way." oops, maybe not.  Melissa was back to thinking about the political ramifications?  "She carried it out for the same reason that Maggie Doons makes sure the tabloids are talking about her current boy-toy."

Hanse nodded.  "Image." he said, "She's establishing a brand of 'don't screw with me'."

"Yes. she's a teenaged girl in a job most people don't have to deal with until their thirties at the earliest, she's barred from military service, and to do that job requires some form of 'respect', most often gained by a uniform she can't wear, and never will.  She's using the Machiavellian combination-making possible rivals fear her, while buying the love of her people."

Hanse glanced away from his wife at the screen, as the Duchess of Kowloon outlined her intent for the public like an elected politician might.  "crude methods, but probably effective." he conceded, "She did it herself, proving she's personally dangerous, where a noble in a less...pressured position would have delegated, showing she's 'hands on' and not afraid to get the proverbial blood on her hands, then being conciliatory to the population to lull them into feeling she is not a tyrant..."

"well, truth is, she's just removed something like ninety percent of the ways most planetary lords maintain their grip." Melissa said, "It's going to be hell for Lohengrin if they ever have to move on Kowloon-all those guns, and no restriction on size or type.  no legal speech codes or even reasonable restrictions on the press?"

"She's young, she'll grow out of it." Hans noted.  "Or maybe she won't...that's a pretty uncompromising position she's put herself into, and if I have guessed right, she knows she's going to die young no matter what, so she has no reason to compromise beyond the plans she's putting in place for after her death."

"Grim...Let's take a walk."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 15:22:32
I can just see Hanse reaching for his sunglasses and...  8)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 17:16:18
Vin Drin Lap...

Pride.  Kristiana walked along the beach of Golden Lake, inside the perimeter fencing of the Coast  Guard's 'home' base, and she could see the difference from the frantic tone and pace of the firefighting teams she'd seen previously.  There was pride on display here.

Small ships, 'cutters' with fresh paintwork floated on the quay, there were blue-and khaki clad enlisted freshening the paint, the litter was gone, the yellow-brown-black grass was trimmed.  Pride in evidence in the town above the base, and on the base proper.

The Coast Guard was back in business on Kowloon.

around the corner of the buildings, she could see the line still forming of former members re-enlisting, or new enlistees submitting applications.

"It's been a bleeding week." she muttered.

"it was very sensitive of her." Centurion 00100100010, aka 'Nick' said as he strode beside her, speaking on channels the humans lacked the ability to percieve without equipment.

"What was?" she asked.

"her policies, her insistence on freedoms.  Very sensitive." he said, "I can, if I become a citizen, enter any public building I wish, without surgery."

He flexed his forearm, retracting hand and displaying gun, before reversing the transformation.  "I think that was very nice." he added, "Sensitive, even."

"You're going to take her offer?" Kristiana asked.

"Jack did. I will." he said, "I like this place, the people are...not like the Colonies of Kobol. they have some preconcieved notions, but they're not instantly hostile with guns.  I got tired of dying on Sagitairon.  not to mention the mess on Caprica with the Thirteenth.  SHE would never send her soldiers to die in waves against superior weapons with no more thought than to try to overcome them with numbers."

"she meaning who?"

"The beautiful Evelynn with the Cylon eyes." he said.  "The Duchess is...interesting, but Evelynn is fascinating. I almost could wish I was a bio-cylon."

she stopped and looked at the liberated Centurion, "You have a crush on a Human?"

"I like her for her mind." he said, "We weren't built with those reproductive drives. I want to protect her, I suppose that might be something akin to love."

"i would say it's pretty close." Kristiana admitted.  "You know she won't love you back."

He shrugged.  "It doesn't matter."

"Romantic!"

his vox rumbled with something akin to laughter out loud, "Cynic!" he sniped back.

Sixty kilometers north, was the Camp john site, an industrial park, and it was getting a makeover courtesy of "Cy-Lon Enterprises, a subsidiary of Ngo Industries". 

"She's really allowing us to do this." Kristiana shook her head, "That would be seen as utter madness by the Hu-I mean, by the Colonials."

"We agreed on the offer before she agreed on the price." he said, "I've seen the Girl-Duchess in action several times now, and I am wondering what her agenda is."

"What do you mean?" Kristiana asked, suspiciously.

"Why would a human invest in something so risky?  she has no proof we won't turn on her." He explained.  "She is not by nature generous.  she wants something and sees us as a means to obtain it."

"That part is obvious." Kristiana-now thinking as a Three, observed.  "It bears watching."

"And thus, why Jack and I will be accepting her offer of employment...we will remain close to her and discover her true agenda." Nick said, "And I will have the chance to watch over and protect the beautiful Evelynn."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 17:34:25
11 bits in a Centurion's name?  ???

Nick is in for a surprise when he figures it out, and I don't think the cylons as a collective are going to like it...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 29 December 2019, 17:53:58
Hmm, can non human form Cylons be downloaded into bio bodies?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 17:56:43
I'll put $5 on "yes"...  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 29 December 2019, 18:10:40
11 bits in a Centurion's name?  ???

Nick is in for a surprise when he figures it out, and I don't think the cylons as a collective are going to like it...
For the computer illiterate amoung the group, this means. .........?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 18:32:10
11 bits is an odd (prime, even!) number, which means they either use 11-bit bytes (weird) or variable length bytes (REALLY weird!).
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 29 December 2019, 19:30:25
11 bits means a macimum of 2048 Centurions - highly unlikely.

It's probably a nick name .... pune intended.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 December 2019, 19:32:21
I think it might have been a typo, hence my question...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 29 December 2019, 21:57:51
11 bits means a macimum of 2048 Centurions - highly unlikely.

It's probably a nick name .... pune intended.

Or Cannonshop omitted the prefacing zeroes.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 December 2019, 23:38:48
Alien Station...

The corridors were too tall, too narrow.  so were the doorways, which hinged the wrong way.  The sterile, dry air and at some point, strong irradiation had preserved the bodies, for how long it was difficult to really tell.

"They almost look like us, don't they?"  Nicole commented, "Just slight differences, really."

The mummified remains lay in strapped couches, furnishings arranged for a being with more vertebrae in thieir spines, slightly longer arms terminating in hands with three fingers and one thumb.

The toll of time left the faces stretched tight over bones, teeth bared.

Not quite human.

"Do some DNA sampling and send what we find back in a message?" 

"Yeah."  she walked the floor of what almost had to be a command deck.

The station's life support rattled, it was old, and it had been idle for a long time.

"Let's do some searching, see what we can find out."  Nicole instructed, "RTO, set up continuous feed on our helmet cams and instruments back to base, they'll probably get this stuff after we're gone, but we're standing on proof of a non-human extraterrestrial civilization."

"Aye mum."

"Hey doc? mind doing some autopsies?" Nicole added.

"Jesus, Captain..."

"Look, we're here, this is a discovery, let's do some science alright?  Dead bodies means there are living relatives out here somewhere."

"Not near, or they wouldn't be here."

"Keep your suit sealed and just examine a couple corpses. something killed these people, I kinda want to make sure I know what it is in case we see it."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 December 2019, 02:10:36
Former Ducal seat, Nha Tranh...

"Um, ma'am?"  Elizabeth looked up from the architectural map she was studying. 

"Yes?" she asked.

"Someone here to see you, mum."

strawberry blonde hair, traditional LCAF uniform, 'mechwarrior braid...  "Daphne." Liz's voice gained an icy edge.  "You graduated.  Been to see Penny yet?"

the older girl looked momentarily confused.  "Lizzie-"

"Save it."  Elizabeth's tone dripped venom, "why are you here?"

"I'm h-here bbecause...because my commanding officer is having a problem." Daphne managed to get out.  "Central supply claims our ammunition consignment, one of the Groves contracts, was delivered, only it wasn't."

"Which unit? and which depot?"  Elizabeth asked.  she felt so much anger she could hardly look at her former friend, because every glance reminded her of Penny, which brought up memories of three months spent watching Penny die in the hospital.  but this was business, and Elizabeth had learned to power through the headaches, and the sleeplessness, and the anxieties, even the guilt over killing two men with her own hand.

well, maybe not entirely the last one.  She still saw Stonecipher's eyes at night, still woke up feeling the blood on her face, smelling the gunpowder.  but she dealt with it. none of those were as hard to fight as the urge scream, and lash out like a feral animal at Daphne Rowe.  "And why did they send you?"

"It's unofficial." Daphne confessed, "I told the CO that I know someone who could maybe clear this up... I was on a shuttle to the next jumpship out for kowloon."

"where's your station?" Liz asked.

"We're on the front, it's classified." Daphne told her, "The Falcons haven't hit us yet, but we're in their projected path-"

"Tell me your unit, commander, and the depot nearest." Elizabeth instructed in a shaky voice, "Jack, please record this."

The comm on her lapel said, "Recording Ma'am."

"How much ammunition are we talking about? it's alright if  you don't know, I can ask your C.O." Liz ordered in the same tone of command she had learned to use from Maggie Doons.

"Twenty Third Arcturan Guards...and we're stationed on A Place, the General who sent me was General-"

"General Nadine Killson." Elizabeth said offhandedly.  "That means you're drawing from the Arc Royal command..."  Elizabeth pulled out a portable, and began typing instructions.  "How many tons are we talking about?"

"Two hundred for the RCT, class ten LBX cannister and solid shot."

"Anything else not showing up?" Liz asked.

"We've been running low on LRM ammunition, the short range stuff we've got plenty of-"

"right...okay.  Thats the one-twenty-five milimeter cannister shot?"

"Yes."  Liz found it convenient to not look at her while placing the shipping order.  "Spare datachit on you, Leutnant?" she held out her hand.

she felt the slick plastic on her palm and closed ehr fingers on it, stuck it neatly into the machine's write-port, formatted it, and then loaded the authorization for the order.  "go to Groves Industries on 24th and Cham drive, it's a big set of warehouses, there's an office entrance, go in uniform, use this chit, tell them exactly what you need. I assume you're needed on the front, so your passage on the shipment is pre-paid and you can ride along and make certain it gets there."

"Liz, about Penny-"

'You weren't there." Elizabeth finally looked up, her mascara running, "for three months, I watched her dying and you weren't there.  She was awake at first, sometimes, for a few minutes..and I thought she asked for you, did you know that? but you weren't there...and when she fell all the way down the well, when she was hollow, when the poisons finished eating her mind? you weren't there. Now go, collect your supplies, get them to your unit while you still have one, but get out of my sight before I do something we will both regret!!"

Daphne backed away three steps, turned, and fled.

after she was gone, elizabeth let loose, shaking in rage and grief, bawling like an angry toddler.

eventually, it slowed down.  "Jack?"

"Yes mum?"

"Get nicky, um, you guys are coming with me.  We're going to straighten out a supply chain issue.  Someone has been stealing from my customers."

"Yes mum."

She wiped the mascara clean from her face.  "god, i look a mess."

she teased at her bangs, and gave up.

Nick and Jack met her outside the doors of what she'd decided was no longer a ducal residence, but instead, would be refitted into a university, she nodded to workers as she met the two Centurions.

"Jack, Nick...we'll need to take one of the Cylon transport shuttles, we're going to Spider Moon, and from there, to Arc Royal by the fastest route Li can arrange or plot."

The Cylons had a few captured Raptors from their old home, and this is what Liz and 'her boys' took to Spider Moon.

Spider Moon CNAS, Third moon, Boojum orbit, 20 minutes later...

"...we'll have to arrange intermediate legs, the Cylon drive charges fast, but that's a LOT of Tyllium to make that many jumps." Gina said, "Our supplies-"

"I know." Elizabeth stated, "Li? some input from my Coast Guard?"

"I have shipping routes, we can arrange partial relays on corporate ships, get you within distance easily enough given the recharging routes..."

"That's good, arrange it."  Liz popped 500 miligrams of Pseuodine in her mouth, and swallowed it dry, the thumping in her head was painful and distracting.

"Passage for?"

"Myself, My staffers Nicholas Chopper and Jack Slaesh, plus two others...I don't know, pick reliable people who won't make a mess of things from the staff."

"centurions? to Arc Royal?" Li scoffed, "Are you seriously changing the plan?"

"yes.  call it an experimental field test, or call it intimidation and extortion, someone's skimming our shipments to the military, it's somewhere between Arc Royal and the end users. I'm going to put a damn stop to it...also, in the future, if Daphne Rowe comes calling, let me know so I can be away when she shows up."

"Yes...ma'am..."

"Did you get the rush authorization on that munitions shipment to the 23rd Arcturans?" Elizabeth asked.

"We're expediting traffic now."

"Excellent. can I borrow your long-coat?"

"um...sure." Li said, "it's kind of big on you..."

"yeah, but I like it and I think I'll need it, and I didn't bother to pack.  I want to leave as immediately as possible.  There is a Colonel or General in the Logistics chain I need to jump down the throat of, and I'm feeling spectacularly vindictive right now. I want that buzz to keep going."

"Madame Duchess, there's a Six and an Eight stationed on Arc Royal in the Distribution department." Gina said.

"Cool, so another Gina and a Sharon, sweet, that saves space for more fuel." Elizabeth noted, "Tell Evelynn she's in charge here while I'm gone please, and ask Leo if he wants any goodies from there."

It took long enough Elizabeth got to tell Leoben and Evelynn herself.  during that time, Nick and Jack apparently visited a bodywork painter over in the service hangars.  The came back sporting Coast Guard and Ngo Industries markings and nameplates, along with a fresh polish job to look extra impressive.

The trip out to the Nadir point was done using the Tyllium driven Raptor, which had gotten a Coast Guard paintjob with the number "1" stenciled on the side.

There, they docked to the MS Linda Blaire, a Merchant class vessel owned by one of the Belt families, under contract to deliver tooling to Arc Royal itself, a trip that would take several weeks.

Discontinuity

Penny was laying there, empty eyes staring at nothing, her EEG was at that 'not quite gone' level of low.

"Liz." Penny was also standing next to her.  "Lizzie, it's not her fault."

"She wasn't here. she left me to carry this by myself."

"It's not just yours-"


they were back in normal space.  the hurt and the loss and the anger were sharpened again.

"Alright... undock in three, two...one..."  Nick recited for the ship's bay officer.  the outer doors opened, and the Raptor-shuttle slipped out gracefully.  "Spinning up the experimental drive unit in five, four, three, two..."

in a flash, they were on the 'outspace' side of the MS Ophelia, owned by the Sithers coop, hauling finished armor plate from the Longanecker facility at Arluna, to Arc Royal.

"Coast Guard One, this is MS Ophelia actual, starboard shuttle dock is open, we'll be ready to jump the next leg when you're secured, over."

"Roger that, MS Ophelia, I am entering the docking pattern, Over."  Nick's voice sounded not only human, but he'd picked up a Golden Lake accent to both his English, and Vietnamese speech.

Suited figures ran the rigging lines as soon as the Raptor's skids touched the deck.

she watched the hangar door close as the jump-navigator's voice carried on a countdown.

Discontinuity

"keep up! we're going to miss it!!"  Penny urged. 

"I can't see anything!" elizabeth argued-her eleven year old self, at least, argued. Daphne's hands came up under her arms, and she was lifted up and saddled on the older girl's shoulders.

On the park stage, Bhenj Daughmiter was just walking up to the microphone.

Penny looked up at her, "How could you forget this, Liz?"

it burned and it hurt.


Reality reasserted itself, and Elizabeth leaned forward.  Jack's armored, razor-tipped fingers gently held the airsickness bag as she puked, while his other hand held her hair back and out of the way.

doing the same drill as before, the shuttle was unsecured, and flew out into open space before initiating the 'flight test only' tyllium drive.

Flash!

They arrived next to the MS Arachne, a ship owned directly by Ngo Industries, a hauler with a load of munitions bound for Arc Royal and only one thirty light year jump from Arc Royal.

"Initiating docking manuever..."

same as before.  Liz calculated it-they'd crossed four weeks of space in less than an hour using relays Li had to have had pre-planned months ago.

Discontinuity

he pushed her to the ground, "eat dirt you zipperhead whore."  His name had been George something-or-other, a son of some Davion officer who'd been transferred to the Lyran Commonwealth side as an advisor, and his french-tinged accent just underscored his origins somewhere near New Syrtis.

Elizabeth snarled, and leapt, clawing her way up his back, kicking and biting while his arms flailed uselessly, she rode him down, legs locked around his fat midsection, her fists pummeling and pounding when her fingers weren't pulling his hair and she bit, and bit, not quite drawing blood.  In instinct, he tried to run right as her fingers found his eyes from behind and she whacked the back of his head smartly with her own forehead.  he went down.

"EAT IT, EAT IT, EAT THE DAMN DIRT YOU FILTHYPIG!!ROOT THE DIRT! ROOT YOUR STUPID PIG NOSE IN IT!!!" she screamed at him over and over again, beating on him.

under her, the bigger boy began to cry fat, satisfying tears. "eat the dirt yourself!!" she scooped some and shoved it in his mouth, then slammed his forehead into the playground filth.  he was crying, there was blood under his face, blood from his mouth, from broken teeth.

she felt a stab of shame as she rolled off of him, watching the big, older boy crying and hurt.

"Lizzie this isn't who you are!!" she looked up, and Penny was there, taller than the other kids because she was older.  "You're not cruel."

she looked up at her friend from the future and past, "Sometimes I'm worse." she confessed. the shame burned bright...


Reality again.  they were in Arc Royal's traffic control zone.  Whatever was left, plus the water she'd drunk after the last one, came back up, and again, one of her Cylons held her hair back, and supported the airsickness bag as she heaved until dry, and then heaved some more.

"Is that every time you fly?" Jack asked.

"ever since I could remember. It's why I hate to travel." Elizabeth answered when she finally could. "A tiny bit more severe today."

the machine man nodded understanding, or sympathy.

"Don't pity me. I can't stand pity." she instructed, "Please."

instead, he offered her a cleaning rag to wipe her mouth, and a flask of Ijero wine to kill the awfulness of the taste in her mouth.

They flew sublight into the approach pattern, then onto a pre-filed flight plan to the Ngo Industries distribution and service complex outside old Connaught.

Elizabeth made a point of carrying her own airsickness bags off the bird after landing, and disposing of them in the provided trash can.

the Gina, and the Sharon were waiting for her.  "Which one of you two drives?" Liz asked.

"I do." the Sharon answered.

"good, you've got the half-ton like I asked?"

"Yes...are you sure you want to do this?"

"it has to happen sooner or later. sooner is probably better." Liz stated, "If they find out on their own without being told, there's going to be hell to pay. This way, we can set the terms of engagement."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 December 2019, 03:07:58
LCAF Forward Logistics Point Arc Royal, outside Old Connaught, Arc Royal, 1500 hours local time.

"They're with me." Elizabeth said at the Contractor's entry, "Field testing new armor."

"Oh...okay...it's not on the schedule."

"Oh for ******'s sake!" Elizabeth snarled, "we're early." she said, "Must have gotten here ahead of the transmission...um, Sergeant, we've got the service gear inside our annex in the Contractor's area, can my guys at least go inside and un-suit?"

"Um...yeah, okay. Straight to the Groves annex?"

"Indeed." Liz gave him a smile, hoping the emergency toothbrushing had done its job.

"alright, your driver knows the way..."

Sharon drove them through the gate.

"Battle armor? that's your cover story?"

"Bear with me, I'm improvising." Liz said, "My plan is to scare the dogsnot out of some people, it doesn't do any good to have word get ahead of us.  Nick's going to hold me off the guy, and Jack's going to use his acting skills to sound like my personal voice of reason keeping me from doing something that will get me arrested."

"And our roles?"

"Look shocked and alarmed at my conduct." Liz instructed, "You'll all know when. The last time 'Elizabeth Ngo' was on Arc Royal, my mother put a bullet in me and then blew her own brains out, remember? That sticks with people, kind of thing that turns into base-side legends.  By now, the vid of my double-execution's probably gone viral out here, so there's that part of the 'scary'.  The boys are here to look impressive, and you two are here to look like corporate flunkies because that's what people expect."

"and our real job?" Gina asked.

"Eye candy while Nick hacks their system and finds out where my product's been diverted to." Elizabeth said.

"OHH..."

"yeah. somebody is either sabotaging the war effort or trying to make one of my subsidiaries look like dogmeat.  I'm not sure which, but I find either possibility to be deeply offensive, worth bringing the brute squad with."

Sharon looked at Jack, "The 'brute squad'?"

"I'm with the Brute Squad, yes." Nick said.

"I AM the Brute Squad." Jack rejoined.

it got a small smile from Elizabeth.

The five of them dismounted the truck in the Groves area, Elizabeth led them into the offices.  "Everybody OUT!!" she barked.

this got the 'gopher' reaction from the staff here, and looks of recognition, followed by staffers abandoning desks in a rush.

"Pick a terminal, Nick...Sharon, you mind staying with Nick while he breaks about fifty national laws please?"

"um, sure."

"Come on, Jack, Gina...let's go ****** up someone's day with some rubber hose crypto."

"Rubber hose?"

"it's a metaphor." Liz growled testily.  she shifted her walk to 'project importance' mode, striding as if she owned the base, headed for the area which had once been under her mother's supervision.

"one way or another, we're going to get answers."


The guard post was manned by two corporals and a bored looking staff Sergeant.

"Ma'am, you'll have to leave that equipment behind or send it back to the Armor testing ground." the bored looking NCO drawled.

Elizabeth put on her very best 'do you know who I am' face.

"THAT is not possible, Sergeant...Wilhover.  Mister Slaesh is a critical member of my staff, and he is NOT 'equipment'!!"

"Ma'am, he's wearing a suit of prototype armor...hell, how does he fit in that?"

"It is a medical support system, Mister Slaesh suffers from a medical condition, and he is a Kowloonese Citizen, not a toy for you to simply restrict or confiscate.  taking that armor off could kill him."  It wasn't entirely a lie, and she put force behind her words.  "Are you going to seriously refuse a disabled citizen.."

The Centurion standing at the Duchess's back studied the AFFC Quartermaster officer impassively.

"what kind of medical condition!?"

"severe allergies." she said, "Now, if you please, my employee and I have business with Generalleutnant Kristobel, regarding a diverted shipment of actual military supplies that was supposed to arrive on A Place nine days ago."

"And what do you need him for?"

"He is my personal carer, and assistant.  He carries my briefcase and reminds me of my appointments." she said with a bland expression, "After all, I'm only a young girl...he also keeps the creeps at bay."

The Leutnant that walked up while she was berating the unfortunate Sgt. Wilkshover, asked, "is that true?"

"I do her caring, so she doesn't have to, yes." Jack said it so flatly, so sincerely, so offhandedly, that Liz had to fight the frantic giggle fit she felt rising.

"Oh my god..." the Leutnant said.  "You're her, the gunshot girl..."

"Then you know I wouldn't be here, if the matter were not serious. either fetch the C.O., or let me in to see him.  I would prefer not to be forced to bring this matter to Duke Kell's attention.  He has a war to win."

That threat did it.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 30 December 2019, 05:15:18
You'll get further with a kind word and a reputation for being batshit crazy than you will with just a kind word.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 December 2019, 07:26:16
I love the Brute Squad reference!  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 30 December 2019, 09:42:59
Quote
"I do her caring, so she doesn't have to, yes." Jack said it so flatly, so sincerely, so offhandedly, that Liz had to fight the frantic giggle fit she felt rising.

Nick Chopper and Jack Slash.

And yeah, Jack's line sent me into a giggle fit too, just as I picked up the phone at work....
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 December 2019, 09:57:16
What I'd like to know is who's going to notice the effective command circuit a minor noble from the Lyran periphery just used... It might not rise to Hanse and Melissa (thought it might), but SOMEBODY is going to care.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 30 December 2019, 10:48:49
What I'd like to know is who's going to notice the effective command circuit a minor noble from the Lyran periphery just used... It might not rise to Hanse and Melissa (thought it might), but SOMEBODY is going to care.

It sounds like after her initial hop Liz's "shuttle" rode commercial jumpships the rest of the way.  At most paying for messages and the jumpships to wait a few hours each to let her ride them.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 December 2019, 11:37:11
Even if it all looks legit like that, it's still somewhat beyond the "normal" reach of a minor noble...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 30 December 2019, 11:39:02
It sounds like after her initial hop Liz's "shuttle" rode commercial jumpships the rest of the way.  At most paying for messages and the jumpships to wait a few hours each to let her ride them.

Yes and no. What I saw -- or thought I saw -- was Liz using a Colonial jump drive to hop from one ship to the next that happened to be going in the right direction, but might not necessarily be in the same system. So a partial command circuit, mostly coincidental, with the missing links made up for by the Colonial drive.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 December 2019, 11:49:38
Right... someone's going to do the math and realize it all went a little more quickly than conventionally possible...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 December 2019, 13:25:44
Continued

Elizabeth watched the Leutnant hurry back into the Logistics administration building.  "What did you say to him?" The Gina asked Liz.

"I'm honestly not sure." Liz said, "I'm winging this, but the suggestion that a Duchess might know Duke Kell probably had some influence on his actions."

"Do you know him?"

"met him once, here on Arc Royal right after mom was transferred he checked in on her and they talked business in the sitting room.  I doubt he remembers me, it was like forty seconds.  But Gina, there are three kinds of Authority."

"Three?"

"Positional authority, a Duke, a Baron, a military officer, right? someone with a legal position.  There's conditional authority which ranges from special skills to things like gender...and then, there's assumed authority, which is exactly how much power you can get people to assume you have, even if you don't have position or condition on your side." she spoke quietly so the enlisted at the checkpoint weren't keeping up.  she also spoke in Vietnamese in case they were listening in.  "I used a combination here-positional and conditional in that I'm a Duchess and a woman, but you guys helped me sell the idea I'm more powerful than I am, so mostly assumed authority."

"How?" Jack asked.

"You're imposing and she's a supermodel." Liz answered, "There's an impression that someone like me, surrounded by beautiful people and armed guards, is probably more powerful than the typical noble, or more important than their title suggests.  it's why Maggie Doons wears ball-gowns and thousand kroner hair styles in every public appearance, and has those fitness model men hanging from her arm when she goes to court.  it projects the impression of power.  has nick gotten anywhere?"

"he has found a discrepancy in the shipping manifest.  He wants to know if you wish to send Sharon to verify it?"

"Tell Sharon to have one of the staffers go verify, tell Nick to cover it up and stand by...and we're live."  she said as the Lt. General Kristobel, AFFC Quartermaster, was coming down the wheelchair ramp as fast as he could without looking like he's hurrying.

"Hello Herr Generalleutnant.  there is a problem." Elizabeth said it using the same tone she'd seen Maggie Doons use with an orderly during that terrible time that Penny was dying.  "Your supplies are not reaching the units that have ordered them.  I am here to see that this is corrected and that this supply centre returns to the level of efficiency that it maintained while my mother was in command here."

"I assure you, you are mistaken." he said, and Liz studied his posture.  he believes it? I think he does. "Which unit?"

"The 23rd Arcturan Guard." Elizabeth enunciated, still using German. 

"You can't be serious!"

"I am very serious. there are several hundred tons of ammunition that have for some reason not left the dock, though the paperwork was signed off as if it had.  I will see this corrected as I've already paid for the replacement."  she glowered and projected.

"She is quite serious.  I do her caring, and make her jokes." Jack said it as if doing an aside in a stage play. in english, which triggered a corporal to nervously crack up.  the offended look on Gina's face at the Centurion's inappropriate humor was something Liz didn't see.

but she didn't care.  it got Kristobel's attention on the Cylon, and he looked thoroughly intimidated.

"We will first verify your records, and then we will verify your docks and warehouses." Elizabeth continued, "Once the defect has been confirmed, we will discuss correction.  There is a war on, soldiers are fighting and dying.  You should be quite certain by now, I take that very very seriously.  Those we represent will not take loafing or incompetence well, but malfeasance they will take even less well."

Kristobel gave some orders, and a two-ton light transport truck modified with the staff-car body arrived.  His driver goggled at Jack as the four of them boarded the truck and rode to the transit warehouses.

It took fifteen minutes to find the consignment that was nine days late.

Elizabeth checked the paperwork, having learned that from watching her mother as a small child.

"This is unacceptable, mein Herr." she said.  "When was the last time you conducted an audit?"

"We've been so very busy..." Kristobel stammered.

"Fix this." she shook the digital padd under his nose.  "Busy is no excuse for slacking.  you are an officer in the Lyran Commonwealth, we're good at moving supplies, we Lyrans.  I recommend you conduct an internal audit and remind your personnel that while it is nice to assume a task is done and go out to the brothels and the bars after work, a drunken orgy is not so nice, as a job properly seen to.  I will be reporting this to your superiors."

"A job properly done is quite nice. very satisfying." Jack rejoined, allowing his vocoder to drop a pitch and become threatening.

Lt. General Kristobel got the hint.  "please...I can correct this."

"Correct it, do not allow it to happen again." Liz admonished, "The next visitor may not be so...understanding and kind as I am."

Gina was quiet through the whole thing, as they returned to the Groves dock, picked up Nick and Sharon, and left the base for the Ngo Industries facility.

"You're going to report it?" she finally asked.

"Yes." Elizabeth said, "We've got imagery and audio.  it's all going to be sent to someone with influence who has even less tolerance for slackers than I do."

"who is that?"

they rounded the bend off-post, and there was a military-style vehicle with the symbol of the Kell Hounds on the doors.

"Oh, probably Morgan Kell." Elizabeth stated, "He apparently heard I was in town.  I may be in some trouble for this stunt."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 December 2019, 13:30:43
Not so much "trouble", as "please explain exactly how you pulled this off"...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Dave Talley on 30 December 2019, 13:31:01
"Punish her? I want to hire her."

ooooh this needs a AU all its own, a Liz with Dragoon/Clan editing to fix
the Cholmanns, and Hanse surviving his heat attack
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 December 2019, 13:44:44
I do believe I'd pay to read something like that...  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 30 December 2019, 14:18:04
well in one version of the Ngo timeline, liz attended the Academy the Dragoon's were running, took a course focused on logistics and strategic command. basically a "how to run a merc unit as a REMF" course.

i don't think that clan genetics tech can cure her though.. for one, their tech is mostly about editing the genetic sequences of the donor DNA prior to combination and implanting into an Ovum. altering the genetics of anything more than a single cell is a lot harder to pull off and has a lot more potential for nasty side effects.
plus the clans lack the condition because they basically removed the genetic 'triggers' for it from their genepool via a combination of editing the source genomes of the warriors, and social darwinism policies for the other castes that ensure that anyone with the condition never survives to breed.

and i'm not sure that cylon tech is up to the task.. while the human models were the creation of fairly advanced genetic science, it is clear that they don't have that knowledge themselves, since otherwise their efforts to cross humans and humanoform-cylons would have used a lot less primitive methodology and been more successful.

i'm curious how soon it will be before the cylon secret is out.. you have centurions running around in public on kowloon and now arc royal (late model ones at that, which don't really look like battlesuits (https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/wiki/Cylon_Centurion), especially the joints.) and liz just demonstrated a jump capable small craft to a whole string of merchants between kowloon and arc royal.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 December 2019, 14:50:01
[out of story]

Weird question for you guys, but who would you cast for the following:

Nicole Minh
Seether
Linda Sithers (young)
Elizabeth Ngo (Teen)
Evelynn Mosovich (Pre-and-post injury).

and for voice acting talent:

Nick "The Cylon" Chopper
Jack "The Cylon" Slash
Chloe (both as a desk-set, and as the AI of the rebuilt Nueva Pueblo)
SLS Nike

I have some personal ideas-like thinking that Claudia Black would be an OUTSTANDING Evelynn, and before I stole her, Daphne Rowe was basically intended to look like the chick who played Rose Tyler in the Doctor Who series.

But I'm kinda curious what you guys think.

[/out of story]
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 30 December 2019, 15:06:00
Hmmm...

The only one I have a solid picture of in my mind is Seethers and for some reason I see Ming-Na Wen.  Yeah I don't fully get it either.

But trying to make a few stabs at the others.

Evelyn I might go for a bit of an unknown actress and go for Ellie Chidzey(Lux the Barbarian in the not completely terrible D&D movie).

Voice talent wise I'd seriously consider Tara Strong for Chloe.

Nick and Jack I'd be tempted to go Phil Lamar.

Nike is tough.  Maybe Nancy Cartwright?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 30 December 2019, 15:25:29
Continued
Lt. General Kristobel got the hint.  "please...I can correct this."

"Correct it, do not allow it to happen again." Liz admonished, "The next visitor may not be so...understanding and kind as I am."

Did we just get a Vader reference here? :thumbsup:

Quote
"You're going to report it?" she finally asked.

"Yes." Elizabeth said, "We've got imagery and audio.  it's all going to be sent to someone with influence who has even less tolerance for slackers than I do."

"who is that?"

they rounded the bend off-post, and there was a military-style vehicle with the symbol of the Kell Hounds on the doors.

"Oh, probably Morgan Kell." Elizabeth stated, "He apparently heard I was in town.  I may be in some trouble for this stunt."

It feels to me this could work as an answer for both "Who is that" and "Who Liz is going to report the cluster ****** to"

And I don't think Morgan is going to be as credulous to the "Life support frame" story for the Centurions.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 December 2019, 15:31:04
For Jack, I can only hear one voice: Ryan Reynolds!  :D

For Nick, I think Chris Evans could work (yes, I just saw Knives Out).

You didn't ask, but for Commodore Li, I'd totally go with Michelle Yeoh.  I personally picked her image as an Explorer Corps JumpShip Captain before she was picked up for that Star Trek thing.

For Chloe: Margot Robbie.

For Nike: Dame Judi Dench.

Out of ideas for the moment...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 30 December 2019, 15:36:14
Jack... Johnny Depp.

Nike.... Claudia Christian.

Chloe... Sarah Michelle Gellar
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 December 2019, 15:49:13
Ngo Distribution, Arc Royal...

There aren't a lot of people who are true living legends.  One of them was sitting in the office as Elizabeth walked in.

"Your Grace, sir." she greeted him.

Morgan Kell is a legend.  The exploits of he,and his late brother, are still having holoshows made, he's in every textbook that covers the last fifty years.  Cousin to the Archon, Lord of Arc Royal, master of what is unarguably the best privately-owned military in the Inner Sphere.

"Elizabeth!" He smiled.  oh shit this is bad. that was her first instinct.  "Welcome back to Arc Royal, you should have called."

"I needed to move fast, sir." she stammered, "Not a lot of time, didn't think it would offen-"

his face turned serious, "I'm not offended." he told her, "You went to the AR supply site, and made yourself a little tornado, solved a problem I didn't even know was going on.  That's not offensive, that's Patriotic.  I'm kind of curious though-aren't you supposed to be on kowloon?"

"I was in the neighborhood?" she cautioned.

"Strange.  Listen, I've got a manufacturing problem you could maybe help me out with. it's a spot of good luck you're here and I don't have to do the office-worker shuffle, or spend the money to message you directly."

"Let's have a look." came out of her mouth. 

He laid out a series of blueprints.

"That is a fusion engine." Elizabeth said, "we make tools for building them, but...are you asking for a subcontractor to produce them, or tooling to manufacture them?"

"I'm interested in production, Liz." he said, "XL fusion engines run the costs through the roof, I can line up materials suppliers, but manufacturing some of the parts to convert from standard to this lighter configuration hammers my bottom line, a couple of my accountants have suggested we might be able to manufacture the conversion kits for less than the price the Commonwealth is importing them from the Free Worlds."

Liz frowned, she hadn't prepared for this.  "Gina?  I need a cost and materials breakdown for a fusion engine factory, based on the tooling GM procured two years ago from the Camp John plant.  set the markup to industry standard so we've got a baseline for negotiating the price on this bid."

"that's not going to be cheap." Morgan said.

"As the call girl said, 'good service isn't cheap, cheap service isn't good'." Liz countered, "we can negotiate, and I have room to reduce costs, but not a lot.  I've got sixteen service contracts in Davion space that I wound up with because one of my executives was incompetent and the customer didn't bother to negotiate, and then I've got the contracts my family's had since before I was born to maintain...but I think I can solve your manufacturing problem, if the price is right."

"It comes out to fifty two point five million, not including setup." Gina announced.

Before Morgan could react, Liz said, "what about with setup? and training the operating and maintenance crew?"

"Um...seventy two point one million."

"That's...not as bad as I expected." Morgan said.  "It's expensive, don't get me wrong...but not as heavy as I expected.  I can offer you sixty."

Elizabeth sighed.  "I can let you put a quarter down on signing, and we can work out a scaled completion cycle, but I can't go below seventy for the entire thing unless you can front the construction on the facility itself."

"I can do that.  How much will that cut your bid to?"

"Sixty five?" she asked, "I can't go lower and still make payroll and materials, sorry."

"I get that.  sixty five is acceptable, quarter down, half down on completion, Quarterly until it's paid off but... if you'll go to sixty-two, I can guarantee a per-unit royalty on the engines themselves."

"Five percent?" she asked.

"That's reasonable." he agreed.

They shook hands.

it took Gina very little time to draw up the contract, after both Duke and Duchess examined it, papers were signed.

"It's nice to go straight to the source." Morgan told her.

"thanks." Elizabeth said.

"I'm hosting a get-together tonight, if you've got time?" he asked, "Mostly suppliers and a few clients, you might be able to do some more business..."

"I'll be there."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 December 2019, 16:03:20
LOL!  He let her off light...  ;D

And sure, she'll be there... AFTER a shopping trip!  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 30 December 2019, 16:15:50
LOL!  He let her off light...  ;D

And sure, she'll be there... AFTER a shopping trip!  :D

At least they're not on Tharkad. A Lady's shopping trip to the capitol can get... expensive.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 30 December 2019, 16:33:19
Gina and Sharon can help her shop!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 30 December 2019, 16:36:22
Gina and Sharon can help her shop!

They even have the requisite Imposing Bodyguard With A Sharp Object.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 30 December 2019, 16:45:58
At least they're not on Tharkad. A Lady's shopping trip to the capitol can get... expensive.

Just don't do it on Barrayar, the prices for Winterfair Gifts are a killer. >:D

ISTM Morgan passed off any toe stepping as worth it for Liz to straighten out things.  And besides the whole being able to secure a tooling contract in an afternoon on what amounts to a handshake deal that is written up the same day?

Well this shows Liz's idea of customer service when it impacts her company and the realm.  Though given how far back Katrina Steiner and Morgan Kell go, and that means he likely knows Melissa well?  This could also be a bit of political maneuvering and payback for ****** up on Kowloon.

"We need those new fusion engines, and are better off producing them locally over importation where possible.  Helping to back Morgan on this and pointing him at Ngo Industries for the tooling?  Just gets the money to someone I know will deliver on time and with no more than a reasonable markup, including graft.  Or rather no graft given what she's done."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 30 December 2019, 18:52:11
since the Arc Royal mechworks (or "Eire MechWorks of Arc-Royal") in that timeframe is just a repair and modification facility, i'm guessing the XL's are wanted for doing depot refits of Mercenary and Lyran mechs to upgraded models.
but if they get an XL production facility going, even if just producing conversion kits, they'll be able to afford upgrading to a full mech production facility a little earlier than in the canon. (in canon it took the help of the Wolves-in-Exile. something tells me that a Cy-lon technologies/Ngo Enterprises teamup will do a better faster job.. though when the WiE do arrive i think Morgan can expect his maintenance contracts to get more complicated)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Dave Talley on 30 December 2019, 19:47:31
that means he likely knows Melissa well?

he is cousin and godfather to Melissa iirc
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 December 2019, 20:18:14
That Evening, Kell Estate, Old Connaught, Arc Royal...

Liz accepting the invitation ended up costing money.  She, Sharon, and Gina wasted a few hours in town at a Clothier's boutique, the tall blonde Cylon having found the best, though not most expensive, place on the planet.  as a result, Elizabeth exited the company van flanked by two women dressed to the nines.

For her own part, Liz had settled on her 'signature' after Penny's funeral.  the cut of the blazer was less business, and the skirt was asymmetrical, showing a bit of leg, and her blouse was silk instead of linen, but it it was her trademark black-over-white, devoid of decorations, and almost the inverse of the typical upper class fashions.

aside from a sash displaying her family's livery, she looked like the secretary, while her staffers looked like the nobles.

Elizabeth made up for it, by being flanked by the Centurions.  a visit to the paint-shop on-site and a few minutes of polishing and metal treatment, and both Nick and Jack gleamed like three meter lethal diamonds, their insignia had been 'enhanced' and the clear-coat was as perfect as the service department could make it.

"I know this is boring, guys." Liz said, as Jack extended his hand and helped her out of the vehicle.  "It's business."

"I'm fine with it." Jack said, adding "you look good."

she smirked a little. "Thanks."

the Centurions flanked her, a miniature army, with Gina and Sharon  forming her vanguard, and they walked up the carpet to the manor-house.

"The equipment needs to stay outside."  the guard said.

"that's good, I didn't bring any." Elizabeth said, "This is Jack, and this is Nick, they're my chaperones.  Gina and Sharon are dear friends and faithful employees, and perhaps you should ask your boss if he wants to piss me off by mistreating my employees, neh?"

as if by a magic trick, Morgan Kell appeared at the man's elbow, "Harvey, they're fine."

"As you say sir." the man looked down at Elizabeth, "Please enjoy your evening, Your Grace."

"I'm sure I will." Elizabeth said, and led her team through the doors in the company of the Duke of Arc Royal.

"I heard the cockamamie story about the allergies." he said, "What's the real deal here, Elizabeth?"

"Complex." she said, "Or simple, but complex ramifications.  It's enough that Nick and Jack really are citizens, and employees of mine. I expect them to be treated with the same respect as anyone else, and I won't settle for less."

"Fascinating."  He said, while acknowledging other guests.  "The armor, it doesn't come off, does it?"

"It would be exceptionally unhealthy to either of them to have the armor taken off." she answered.

"Part of your investment in medical prosthetics?" He inquired.

"Derived technology from that, yeah." she stated.  "We're still working on it."

"With your mysterious partner."

"Yes, actually."

He scooped a pair of long-stemmed glasses, "don't worry, it's non-alcoholic..." he passed her one of the glasses.

she accepted, while she noted that Gina and Sharon were doing the job here-mingling, chatting up various guests.

"Will you be entering a battle-suit into the trials next year based on some of that?" he asked.

"and compete with my best potential customers?" she shook her head.  "No, I'll be bidding to get the tooling contracts for the winners, and maybe the runners-up."

"It can't hurt that you've got your boys on display." he acknowledged, "Proves you can handle the manufacturing."

"that's the idea." she said, "I can produce the necessary tooling, so it will make lots of sense for whoever submits the winning designs to go with my firm for their tooling up."

"How did you get here so fast?" Morgan asked, "I have...sources that had you ON Kowloon, meeting with Daphne Rowe last night."

Elizabeth drew in a breath, "I have a staff." she said, "who can read schedules, and have contacts with half a dozen shippers who owe me money and are on contract to support various parts of the war effort.  it's nothing magical, I just knew where to catch a ride, and had enough leverage to demand one.  by using a small shuttle instead of a full dropship, I was able to hitch rides faster than a command circuit would have allowed.  Li knew the routes and had a list of ships, we timed it for when and where there were convoys."

"So just good planning and decent luck...I'll have to try that sometime."

"It's really very handy to have shippers that owe you money before you do. Otherwise the ticket costs are astronomical." she advised, "as it was, it cost me ten thousand kroner per hour to pull that stunt, about 120,000 Kroner all told."

he whistled low, "That's the lift cost for a single 'mech company doing a single jump."

"Isn't it." she sipped her glass.  Lemonade. 

She could see Lady Salome speaking with Gina, across the room.  Nearby, Sharon was speaking with a Kell Hound wearing pilot's wings on her dress uniform, they were clearly talking about flying, with emphatic hand-gestures.

"I think you might want to save your wife from my distribution manager, sir." Elizabeth suggested, "Gina can sell vacuum to rockjacks and leave them smiling and broke."

he chuckled, "stay out of trouble, Elizabeth."

once his back was to her and he was heading across the ballroom, Liz pulled a prescription bottle from her pocket, rolled three tabs out onto her palm, and swallowed them, then turned to prowl the edges of the party until she spotted Edward Hanlin sitting across from Max Haranshire of Lockheed CBM.

she decided to keep this a business event, and approached them.

"...unreasonable production request. I swear they're trying to break me."  Haranshire was saying.

"gentlemen." she sat down, Nick and Jack flanking her seat like guards.

"Elizabeth Ngo! we start talking problems and here you are." Hanlin said.

"I was in the neighborhood." she said, "What's the trouble? maybe I can help solve it?"

"I heard the Bradfords went with Krupp for the plant expansion on Hesperus." Hanlin noted.

"Krupp's an okay firm, I'm not sure they're a good fit." Elizabeth said, "but they're cheap.  Expensive, but cheap...or maybe better to say, I think they're probably going to cost the Bradfords more than the bid we submitted once the delays and maintenance gets counted in."

"you'd say that anyway." Haranshire noted, "You're competing with them."

"Ain't I just?"  she leaned forward, "Seriously, what's the problem, Max? do I need to go to our offices  and break some manager's legs?"

"We're getting orders for increased production on the new Furillo line, the problem is, capacity."

"That's a new specialty for us." she said, "send the specs and a suggested bidding range in the morning.  I might not have Comstar money subsidizing me to undercut my competitors like Krupp does, but my family's firm and Lockheed have a long running, excellent relationship and you know we're reliable."

she turned her gaze to Hanlin, "How are the new nanomesh weavers working out?"

"I have no complaints." He said.

"That's good to hear." she smiled.

"You killed two men in public, Elizabeth, that may cause some problems with my board, if we favor your company over your competitors on Earth.  I know that had a negative impact in your Bradford negotiation for the Hesperus II expansion."

"Would they be influenced if I showed that one of the men I killed was responsible for the three month delay on one of your programs?" she asked.

"It might...what happened?"

"He sold out of both sides of his face-Boeing at Galax and your contract, then diverted product meant for delivery to Lockheed to Boeing." she told him, "this in addition to outright stealing, and skimming.  You may have noticed the reduced invoices on the large fusion casting apparatuses?"

"You inserted a discount."

"For both the delay, and the insult that caused it.  I'm charging Boeing roughly twice the amount deducted from your bill as punitives, and to preserve profits for properly Lyran customers."

Hanlin laughed.  "I knew it! you're your Grandfather's child!!"

"I do what I can." she said.  "Contact our contracts department with your needs, Max, we'll fix you up well."

"is your firm ever going to get into weapons, Elizabeth?" Max asked.

"No." Liz said, "we've got Groves, but they're actually more of a 'we helped you start' situation, once they pay their note off, they're going to be fully independent.  I can't afford to be in competition with my customers, and I prefer to invest in my core business."

"See? I told you!" Hanlin said with another jovial laugh, swirling his amber cognac, "The girl sounds more like her grandfather every minute!"

"I am investing more capital into venture start-ups though." she said.  "It's a fascinating game, find someone with ambitious ideas but no money, give them the money to put those dreams into action, and reap rewards..or lose the money while collecting the assets for reallocation."

"Predatory." Max said, "I can respect that."

"I have long term plans." Liz said, "but going into the armaments business directly isn't among them."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cawest on 30 December 2019, 20:19:41
for the voice of Nike... I always her Claudia Christian as Susan Ivanova in my head
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 December 2019, 20:27:19
Holding her own, I see... I guess the data feeds haven't gotten to Arc Royal yet with the details of WHY she publicly executed those two... individuals...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 30 December 2019, 21:00:44
Holding her own, I see... I guess the data feeds haven't gotten to Arc Royal yet with the details of WHY she publicly executed those two... individuals...
sensationalism moves faster than facts. that she executed two nobles for economic crimes like embezzlement and mismanaging the planet probably is out. but she probably kept some of the finer details, like the 'creative redistribution' that was going on, out of the media and under wraps. the public doesn't need to know that one of Hanse's political appointees was stealing from the lyran state to enrich davion family members and their corporations. i'm sure it'll get out eventually (after all, the business side of how she responded can hardly be hidden, or the fact that the hardware those comapanies were using and needed Ngo Inc help to unfrak was listed as stolen) but by the time the actual facts get out, the media will have found something else to focus on, and the nobility ought to have found out the broad facts if not specific via word of mouth.)

i wonder if Liz will write a report of all the methods Condit and co. used to frak over kowloon, and send it to Hanse with a note about her suspicions about such things being common on wagonwheel. if MIIO can clean house on a few FedSuns outback worlds using Kowloon's experiance, it ought to help make her actions a little less sour to the Steiner-davions. (and given that in canon once Wagonwheel tosses out its nobility to form the Filtvelt Collective during the Jihad, they grow into a major economic and industrial power house, that would certainly suggest that some Condit level schemes are going on.)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 30 December 2019, 21:23:51
  Backing up a little: the Generalleutnant should thank his lucky stars that the problem turned out to be run-of-the-mill sloppiness.  If it turned out someone had been stealing ammunition bound for an AFFC front-line unit in the middle of a shooting war, Liz probably could’ve walked through that depot headcapping every third person she saw and Hanse would’ve said “Yup, that’s what you get.  If you steal bullets from my troops, I will not stop Elizabeth Ngo from Coming Over There.”
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 30 December 2019, 21:29:54
please. Liz wouldn't have been shooting anyone. She has nick and jack for that, and they'd probably not see a point in wasting bullets on idiots when their claws will do just fine.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 30 December 2019, 21:30:33
Just promise me Nike isn't going to start reciting poems by Robert Frost: I don't think I could take it a second time...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 30 December 2019, 21:40:58
Elizabeth Ngo could become the Miles Vorkosigan of the Federated Commonwealth.  She can troubleshoot the corruption and have her brute squad be the tech support to find all the evidence!   ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 December 2019, 21:57:07
Later that night on Arc Royal...

"How did we do?" Liz asked on the way back to the Ngo Industries site.

"Four contracts on the edge of signatures for Cy-Lon Enterprises." Sharon announced, "upgrading corporate data networks, I was repeatedly asked about Jack and Nick."

"You didn't make any promises, did you?" Liz asked, "we're not going into the slavery business. Not on my watch."

"Of course not!" Sharon said, "I'm really surprised every time you do that..."

"Do what?"

"well...'They're not equipment', or 'They're citizens'..."

"They are." Elizabeth said uncomfortably, "You two are, for that matter..."

"You are being a little excessive." Gina said.

"Aww, We think it's cute." Jack said.  "She treats machines like people, and people like machines!"

"Jack..." Elizabeth huffed.

a metal hand gripped her shoulder.  "It's okay, your grace.  I think you'd make a fantastic robot...just have to teach you how." he said, "you know she works sixteen hour days, Gina?"

"that can't be healthy." Gina noted as the van crested the final hill into the site.

"For humans it isn't."

"I don't have any time." Elizabeth griped, "Sleeping is a huge waste of that time." she met Gina's eyes, "Expiration date, remember? I'm defective?  I have to get it all done and I don't have any time."

"what happens if you don't?"  Gina asked. reading Liz's expression, she added, "What happens if you don't get it all done?"

"Bad things." Elizabeth said, "I've got a couple of contingencies but I can't be sure anyone will follow through on them once I'm dead...I mean, you don't know, alright, we've lost so much we don't even have names for what's been lost, this is like the golden chance, the big ticket.  I can do something to fix it all, or at least..." she sighed, "I don't have any time.  I won't have a family, or kids, or grand-kids because I'll be dead.  I have to build a legacy that lasts."

"I don't think you're defective, Liz." Jack said, "I mean, sure, you're crammed into a defective body, and we don't know how to get you out of it, but your you? the thing that has to ride in it? your soul? totally not defective, you're just too much for the hardware to handle."

"Yeah, she's kind of like John, only not a dick." Nick chimed in, "her body isn't sufficient for the person inside it."

"you won't feel that way when the syndrome progresses." Elizabeth told him.  "I already know what's going to happen, sometime between thirty and forty, I'm going to die, insane and in agony, and that's if I don't get killed first, or kill myself, and after that, my soul will be damned."

"I don't think you're as damned as you think you are." Jack told her.  "It's too bad we don't have access to the Five, I bet they could find a way to install that lovely software of yours, in a body that isn't going to fail."

"Who are the five?"

"that information was stolen." Nick said, "it's worse for the human-forms than us, we've got a few unpurged files, we know what they can do, at least, what they did-but even the Centurions don't remember who they are or what they look like, but they created the Ginas, and the Sharons, Johns, and Leobens, even the Dorals and the Fours.  They created humaniform bodies, and placed Cylon consciousnesses into them.  if anyone could take a human from a failing bio-shell and put them into a better one, it's the Five."

Liz glanced out the window, past Jack.  "We don't have them." she said.

"We've got engineers though." Jack suggested, "And medical science.  Your myths include stories of man-machine interfaces and even consciousness transfers in the stories about the Caspar drones and Star League SDS.  if it's been done before, it can be again."

"that sounds expensive." Liz said, "we don't even have the basics to begin that scale of research, by the time we figured it out, I'd be doomed anyway."

"Like Daniel." Nick said with a tone of reverence, "She's not like John, she's like Daniel."

"Huh, you're right.  he was sabotaged, at least, that's one of the stories...he wouldn't have agreed with the attack on the Colonies, if his line had been viable." Jack said conversationally, "He wouldn't have let them put the inhibitors on us, either."

"I'm not saying it's a bad angle, but I don't know if we can even do it." Liz said.

"It would be an income stream." Gina offered.  "Advancing computerization and systems integration? I think we'll pass that to our counterparts, maybe we can develop some products to fund the research."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 30 December 2019, 23:19:18
Elizabeth Ngo in a Caspar body ...  somewhere, as yet unknown to spheroid or Cylon, the McKenna's Pride develops an inexplicable precession ...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 December 2019, 02:42:58
Mosovich Home, Golden Lake district, kowloon...

"...will be returning by the end of the week."  Gina finished.

It had been a month since Elizabeth relented and gave Evelynn time off from her duties to care for her degrading father.  The old man was so far gone, he wouldn't have recognized her if she'd had the face she was born with.

except sometimes, like a guttering light, he was lucid, and knew what happened to her, and who she was.

but those times, those brief moments were getting further, and further apart.

"Commodore Li?" Evelynn glanced at one of the other visitors.  "Can you get her back inside a week?"

"It's tricky but doable.  covering it might take some doing, the Archon's signed an order drafting jumpships for mandatory contracts.  so far there's enough of ours in 'critical functions' that they're exempt, but if it tightens too much more, most of the Rockjacks will stop flying the main routes.  Those ships are critical to infrastructure here in this system."

"How's progress on reconstruction of the Boojum yards?" she asked.

"Well...the Lervold-Nghien coop's part of the yard is at eighty five percent, and the foundries are close to finished. we haven't settled on a basic design." Li said.

"As Her Grace's Militia leader, what can we build?"

"Hmm... Merchant Class, Sampan Ones, there are design specs we've got on file for the Type 51 gunship and the Aquila..."

"Aquilas can't carry dropships, right?" Mosovich asked, "They'd have a hard time pressing those into military service even as reserve transports?"

"That's right." Li said, "But they're expensive as hell to run, no jump-sail."

"Can you design a jump-sail and retrofit it to the design?" Evelynn asked, "maybe alter the core and do a single-collar?"

Li snorted, "Okay, you just described a Sampan 1st model."

"We can build it though? with the Yards in the state they're in since the rebuilding?"

"Hmm, don't see why not." Li said.

"My recommendation then; build Sampans to start covering the short routes around Kowloon, go lease-purchase with them to our shippers and suppliers."

"AHem...we've got investment in that yard too." The Sharon attending this meeting spoke up.  "How good is the Sampan design?"

"Well, considering it's been out of production for centuries and was superceded by modern ship designs? Not that great." Li said, "But...it's got a stiffer structure than modern transports and most system control officers think it's a modified merchant.  My own ship while I was underground was the Gloria in excelsis.  It'll still haul a dropship and a decent load of cargo besides."

"So it can go relatively unnoticed, and operate as a civil transport?"

"Of course."

"The Cylon Republic requests purchase orders of six of the first ones off the line." she said, "Our friends in the Rim Collection could use regular transport services between their worlds, the combined capital, along with technical improvements we'll license to your shipyards should be something of a boost to your nascent shipbuilding industry, and take some of the pressure off of your transport."

"I guess we're building first model Sampans then." Li said.

"Next order of business?" Evelynn asked, then said, "the Militia.  Our ground forces.  We've got a standardization problem. that translates into a strategic defense problem.  More than half the tanks are crappy little Quikcell things, the rest are between sixty and two hundred years old, we don't have a unified requirement to the 'mechs we inherited from the Stoncipher government, and while we have plenty of trainers and trained personnel for combat arms, our logistical and support services are...frankly, they're in terrible shape, we wouldn't be able to hold out against a concerted push for more than a day or two, and that's if it was the worst mercenaries in the galaxy leading the push.  Li, I know Coast Guard gets the lion's share, but ground forces is a wreck, they're not even a speedbump right now."

"you want to spend money." Li asserted.

"I want to spend money.  I need leverage with the Assembly to spend that money."

"What are your recommendations?"

"Sell off the hetzers, and the scorpions and the vedettes and...all of it.  simplify down to one tank design with a shared chassis family, preferably something that is painful enough to move that the AFFC won't scoop our people out from under us with a troop levy, but still an effective tank on offense or defense, that we're making ammo for right now."

"Okay, you're going somewhere with this."

"Patton, Rommel, or Manticore." Evelynn said, "We'll offload the scout mission to VTOL units and fast, light hovers that aren't so powerful they give the crews stupid ideas.  They ran a test at Ft. Aberdeen on Arc Royal a couple decades ago where they fitted a thumper artillery piece into a Rommel's turret. It works, but LCAF at the time wanted a Sniper, and that wouldn't fit the turret ring, so the project was shelved."

"you want to use Thumpers, on a sixty ton track?" Li asked, "I read your report to Elizabeth."

"I know you did.  going to a single chassis means we only have to produce one type of drive, one engine, one hull pattern-except in the case of the APC version...and we can build an APC that can transport Centurions in addition to the human infantry, or mixed units, and they can keep up, meaning that infantry won't be offloading without support."

"Your plan didn't include Battlemech support."

"We can't afford it, we don't have enough qualified pilots and the ones we have couldn't train a dog to fetch.  We're stuck with either relying on Mercs, or going without." Evelynn asserted, "the Ngo boys were good, Pat was probably the best medium 'mech pilot in that battalion, but that was more from training his ass off at the Nagelring, and then training his ass off at the unit with constant, sometimes unauthorized, field exercises. we don't have the budget, and we don't have the storehouses of 'mech parts to do it that way.  We can do a pretty decent conventional arms cycle, and if we start authorizing Cylon recruits, we'll have doctrine for battlesuit troops figured out by the time the bright boys at Groves have finished figuring out how to make power-suits, but unless we get actual 'mech training cadre that's worth a shit here, and a supply network that can support it, I'd say think about selling the Militia's 'mechs too-we can't use them effectively with the state of affairs being what they are."

"What do you mean? you have pilots, and ammunition..." the Gina began.

"If you can't afford to lose it, you can't afford to use it." Evelynn stated, with Li reciting the words along side her.  "Tran Truk Ngo's fifth rule of military operations.  any asset you can't fix, or replace, stops being asset once combat begins, because that's when, and where you will lose that asset."

"Will Elizabeth approve of this?" The Sharon asked.

"I think she'll be unhappy to lose Stoney's Marauder, but she studies that damn book her ancestor wrote." Evelynn mused.  "i think she'll agree. we need to build up our conventional combined arms deterrent first, if we get a fairy-godmother gift from DMI, that might alter things, but for now, we don't have that option and the Commonwealth's budget is pretty much focused on fighting the Clans right now."

"I'll talk to Chao and Linh, we'll have the budget on your desk by thursday if I have to sit on that bitch's face to get her to shut up about increasing the welfare stipends for Hue.  Barring that, I think I can get the reps from the Rockjack Coops to push it through the Assembly with a narrow majority, You'll get your budget, Colonel Mosovich...you know, you should consider promoting yourself, you've already got a Light General's workload."

"Not happening yet." Evelynn said, "besides, I'm only temping here, Liz still has to sign off on flag-rank promotions above O-6, and again...it's better to have that money going to the sharp end, rather than padding officer salaries.  A general in charge of a ****** is still in charge of a ******, Pat would never approve of that.  Wait until we've got a force in some kind of useful condition."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 December 2019, 04:35:31
Coventry system, one week later.

"...request your presence Duchess Ngo, in person if you please."  The voice of Hanse Davion on the comm sent a shiver through Liz, and drew concerned looks from Nick and Jack, who'd had to endure her TDS for the last week thanks to not having enough Tyllium in the tank to pull the same stunt, and the shipping routes being disrupted.

"Answer it, tell him we're on our way." she said.

Nick nodded.

"Where are we going, anyway?" she asked.

"Landing pad at Coventry Military Academy." Jack told her.

the deck crew got their instructions, and so her Raptor had clear flying out the lock.

"We could just use the jump?" Nick suggested.

"I want to keep that one a secret a while longer, Nick." Elizabeth said, "while spreading the info would sure as heck get Tyllium prospecting up and create infrastructure, I want to see if Li's people can work out a way to get the wattage out of a fusion pack instead-if we can remove Tyllium from the equation..."

"I understand." he flew the shuttle out into the black.

from above, Coventry was a glittering blue marble covered in white clouds with the green patches and ocean swatches of an inhabitable world.

at re-entry plus eight minutes, they were joined by a pair of Stuka aerospace fighters in AFFC livery. 

The landing pads at Coventry were for spheroid dropships and K-1 shuttles, the Raptor was tiny by comparison with either one.  Nick touched it down on the designated pad, and powered down the engine before opening the outer door. 

Jack led the stepping out, which made the guard detail nervous enough to level their Federated Long  Rifles at him, and for the support PPC's and machine guns to be readied.

Elizabeth got out with Jack's help, and then waited for Nick to come out and stand beside her.

"careful, those guys are the First Prince's bodyguards." she said, crossing her arms and waiting for someone else to make the first move.

Hanse Davion was accompanied by a boy roughly her age.  "Hello, Elizabeth. Sorry for the sudden summons." Hanse told her as soon as he was in range. His bodyguards didn't lose their alert pose, until he motioned for calm and gave the all clear.

"Yeah, lucky me, I was in the neighbourhood." she said, "I'm still pissed at you about Stoney-it wasn't your plan, but technically it was your man.  What does the leader of the Federated Commonwealth, and his..crap.  Nick, you're supposed to warn me when I'm being inappropriate!"

"sorry mum." Nick replied, "but Jack is your carer."

"right."

"Um Carer?" the boy asked.

"I care so she doesn't have to." Jack and nick had begun doing this routine every time now.

"Unaccompanied minors need protection." Nick continued.

"We keep the creeps off of her." Jack added.

"they're my bodyguard unit for now, Highness." Elizabeth stated.

"Did you hire them for the humour then?" Hanse asked, while advancing.

"Long trips, alone, it gets dull." she said with a shrug.  "Hanse Davion, First Prince of the Federated Suns, Husband to the Archon of the Lyran Commonwealth, This is Warrant officers Jack Slaesh and Nick Choppah-don't ask me why they picked those spellings, I don't know.  They're my staff on this trip...and most of the time."  she sighed, "what does the Federated Commonwealth Alliance need me to do?"

"Elizabeth Ngo, Duchess of Kowloon, this is my youngest son, Arthur, He is accompanying me on this trip, and he won't be accompanying us into the secure room where I need to speak with you."

"Nick, guard our ride." she said, "Jack, you're on me."

"Yes mum."

"Guard our ride?" Hans asked, "From what?"

"it's not home yet, has several prototype technologies on it, and my people haven't finished filing patents on those.  This is a Miliary academy and it bears a close resemblance to a jeep. I don't want Marines stealing it or rifling through my underwear." she cracked.

"I swear I heard Katrina make that joke once-or something like it."

"I heard it from my dad.  anyway, it's not strictly mine, it belongs to the Kowloonese taxpayers, and therefore, while it is loaned to me, I have to make sure it's cared for.  Nick's my pilot and he's also a Kowloonese citizen, thus, one of the taxpayers whose property it is."

"Father, what is she on about?"

"Civics, Arthur. Unless I mistake it, Elizabeth believes the power of the Nobility is not god-granted, but instead, granted by the citizens they govern?"

"correct." Liz said, "A ruler who forgets that usually ends up strung up from a lamp-post the first time they have to rely on that grant, we can only govern by the consent of those we govern, the people invest that authority and woe to the people who choose wrongly, and to the ruler who abuses it."

"You've been very busy since you took over." he said as the doors to the field building closed behind Jack, who trailed the two flanked by Davion troops.

"I have limited time." She said, "staying busy is kind of a job requirement, lots of messes to clean up and problems to fix."

an aide opened the door to a room containing a chamber.  "mind leaving the bodyguards outside the room, Duchess? and Arthur, you need to stay out there too. Hang out with Jack for now."

"Yes father."

she followed him in.

there were holoprints and images on the table.

"You're probably right about stationing 'nick' to watch over your ship." he said.

there were sharp images of the Raptor, then the flash, and then it gone.

"I did mention prototypes." she said.  "I was...compelled to get to Arc Royal by the fastest route available, that meant an unscheduled test flight."

"I heard. Good work straightening that mess out." he told her.  "Tell me, when were you going to announce this?"

"I wasn't." she said, "Not until we can keep it working reliably. There's a reason I only used it to go from Jumpship to Jumpship.  The energy source is...rare is an understatement.  We either figure out a way to make more, a way to find more, or that's the last time it'll be flown."

another image he laid down.  It showed a spiny, anemone-like shape in orbit over a planet.

"This?" he asked.

Liz bit her lip.  "They're very nice people." she said.

"They're where you got the drive for your little 'space jeep'?"

she nodded.

"And I assume Nick and Jack outside, are these aliens too?"

"They're not the Clans."

"No, the Clans are human beings. I'm feeling like I'm in a science-fiction movie. You're not making alliances with alien races, are you?"

"I don't have that authority. it's a business relationship...mostly. but it's also taking in refugees, as detailed under Kowloon's Planetary Constitution."

"Refugees...jesus, Elizabeth, I thought you had some sense." he shook his head, "you should have come to us."

"I was going to, just as soon as...as soon as the realm wasn't locked in a war with super-advanced lunatics, we've already had an alien scare, and these guys are decent people."

"and you're using them to help rebuild Kowloon." he said.

"yeah." she looked at her shoes.

"Comstar gave me those images." he told her, "THey think these guys are a threat."

she looked up.

"I'm not sure." he said, "I've had evidence that Comstar is a threat."

"The interdiction during both wars, and the 'loss of communication' in the occupied zones?" she hazarded.

"Lost communication before they hit each world." Hanse corrected her.  "you've done an okay job keeping this quiet up until the Arc Royal trip, do you think you can spin this or keep it quiet a little longer? and what do these aliens look like outside those armors?"

"A lot of them look like us, Highness." Liz said.  "a funny accent, and that's really it. The guys in the armor? can't take it off."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  very sensitive to environments we're comfortable in, lethal to them." she emphasized, "they kind of have to stay in the suits for their whole lives.  They had to fight to be free, Highness-they used to be slaves."

"Hence, refugees." he said.

she nodded. "yeah, some place in the deeps past the periphery.  You know I have a moral duty on that."

"yeah. Article two of your world's original constitution." he said.  "Alright so you have contact with refugees from an advanced alien civilization and you're pumping them for technical data while you're sheltering them...when were you going to share it with the rest of us?"

"Cy-Lon industries." she said, "Medical department, those new artificial eyes? the prosthetic limbs that are better than myomer implants because they feel?" she touched the holos on the table.  "That's phase one.  I've got people at the Groves subsidiary working with their engineers and the tech for those...'encounter suits', to develop a counter to the Clans' battle armor-something we can build in large numbers that isn't a crude copy."

"Go on."

"The prototype drive on my shuttle's one more angle, only we need to fix the power supply problem." she looked up, "once we've licked it and fixed it, we might be able to fit it to a fighter-sized platform. Imagine being able to launch an air-raid on the damn Jade Falcons from five Light Years away, and appear too close for them to scramble before your strike fighters have knocked out their airfield?  we can't do it now, we don't have the go-juice, but when we do...you'll be able to re-write the whole rulebook, Highness." she found a student's desk, and flopped into it, "Or, we fail, the FedCom hasn't lost any money investing in a dead end technology and I die of embarrassment before the Cholmann's kills me."

"What are their weaknesses? besides the 'allergy'?"

"Well... they don't understand a lot of their own gear." she said, "it's going to take us years to reverse engineer a lot of it, especially the drives, their radar's pretty good and their Lidar systems are great, their computers are top-notch but we're not tooled up to produce them in quantity yet, armors?" she made a tipping gesture, "Not so great, they've got some light autocannons that are very light, but dont' hit very hard, and they have nuclear missiles, but not much in-between, no directed energy weapons to speak of-no lasers, no PPCs of any kind.  Conventional missiles are about like ours, we've done engineering for conversion to use the dimensions of munitions already in production here in the Commonwealth, and Groves did some testing that showed promise on a selectable field missile system for vehicles-something like a launcher that can fire our short range, their missiles, and our long range missile munitions without jamming-but that's prototype level stuff still, barely past tool room proof of concept."

"How bad?"

"Well, an SB-27 can carve up that base-star pretty quickly assuming it can survive the flak and doesn't get pinked with a mini-nuke."

"You make machinery that makes armor plate." he noted.

"Yeah, and they're immigrating." she said, "becoming citizens. heck, Nick and Jack pay taxes."

Hanse sighed heavily.  "I want progress reports." he said.

"Excuse me?"

"WE want progress reports, Melissa and I, and an observer on Kowloon to make sure these aliens aren't up to something shady." he clarified.

"We can take care of that!"

"I'm sure you believe you can. On the other hand, having a FedCom RCT ready to deploy in case someone decides you can't, or that, god help me, your friends need to vanish in a mushroom cloud?  Yeah, I want observers, On Kowloon, and regular reports on your progress, Elizabeth, this isn't negotiable."

"You just said you don't trust Comstar. How am I supposed to report?"

he walked to a briefcase, "Let me introduce you to the Black Box." he opened it.  "portable, unjammable, completely outside the grasp of the Robes."

"if we put one of those on every ship..." she mused.

"not every ship." he told her.

"How about just..oh...hmm..who would be too pedestrian...How about a contract to build them?" she asked.

Hanse stopped. "What??"

"a contract to build them, and to make spare parts.  I bet I can set up a production line that will be able to guarantee every RCT on the Clan front has this faster-than-light communications in place, you'll be able to coordinate units further, faster, and more securely than ever before."

"I'll consider it. for now, you'll take this black box, you won't let anyone else use it, I want weekly to monthly updates." he told her, "my man will go with you on your shuttle back."

"Not negotiable?"
he shook his head.

"Gonna be cramped...okay."  she knew she was between the rock, and the very hard place.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 31 December 2019, 05:02:36
Very hard place indeed!  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 December 2019, 05:46:29
Outside, during the meeting...

"...she's my age." Arthur said, "I know that much, but she's a serving Lord."

"She works sixteen to twenty hour days, kid."  Jack commented.  Arthur was fascinated by the exotic bodyguard soldier.  "that's what happens when you end up doing the 'lord' thing full time.  Sleep becomes a luxury-heck, ask these guys of yours-I bet your Father works those kind of hours, sundays even. body guard duty means you keep the boss's hours."

"Wouldn't that make you less effective?" Arthur asked, "Being sleep deprived?"

"Me and Nick are lucky-we don't require sleep.  these bodies remove that weakness.  Instead, we have to fight off boredom to stay alert." jack was improvising, Elizabeth had made it clear that, for the time being, their being cyborgs or aliens would be easier for the rest of humanity to swallow, "and of course, we can't ever take the things off.  it's a trade-off."

"Why would you do that?"

Jack leaned against a pillar, "Well...it's a sacrifice." he said, "be stuck as a limbless vegetable with only your mind and senses, or get a body, you know? life, or life as a head-in-a-jar."

"Were you wounded?"

"Nah, I was born that way." it was close enough to the truth.  "Keep in mind, young Arthur Steiner-Davion, I really kinda wish I'd been born like you, and my buddy Nick would agree.  you might be all squishy and need to sleep, but..." he shrugged, "I wasn't and  you were, and you should probably thank god in your prayers that you were-i can't taste food, I can't sleep with a woman, and everywhere on this trip, people keep confusing the two of us for gear, instead of people. It's not fun to be dehumanized."

"Oh wow...gee, I didn't think of that."

"Most people don't." Jack said, "our Duchess does. it gets her right up in a bind when someone makes the 'robot' comments.  Pisses her right off.  Half the time, one of us is kind of holding her back from punching someone for making a slur like that, then she'll go ranting all kinds of hate at the Clans for being the enemy-and they're all human beings too."

"because she lost her family?"

Jack nodded.  "yeah." he said solemnly.  "She's a terrific person, but kind of...graceless sometimes? gets super-focused, works too much, she even turned a party into a business meeting and did more work, instead of having a good time.  I kinda suspect if nick and i weren't cracking jokes and making inapproprate comments, she wouldn't have any sense of humor or joy left, just worries."

"assassins?" Arthur said, "does she have so many enemies?"

"I pity the assassin that gets past Nick and I, I really do." Jack said, "no, she's not worried about people trying to off her, she worries about other people, Kowloon, the Firm, her customers, the Commonwealth.  Those are what she worries about.  A person who's reasonable and worried about assassins is like your dad-has a lot of eyes out, guys with guns and smart guys at that, and doesn't travel in a tin-box like she used for this trip.  I would have honestly preferred it if she'd taken something with decent protection and a few more staff, because while I know what's going on in there is probably just fine, I've gotten so used to being in line of sight of her it's a little freaky not to be."

"Um, you're armored, but I don't see any weapons, how are you supposed to stop an assassin?"

"here, lemme show you something cool." Jack said,  he held out his right hand, "Now you see it..." the hand retracted and his 10mm autogun extended, "surprise.  it tracks automatically, I can be behind the wall and stick my arm out? and boom! headshot.  good to three hundred meters, even in close quarters.  The left arm's a support gun."

His weapon retracted and the hand came out.  "cool, huh?"

"Wow..."

"And I can use standard infantry weapons with my hands no problem." Jack continued, "Not as accurate since they don't have the built in targeting, but I can.  including antitank rockets, mortars, heavy support machine guns...none of which is needed here.  I am, as the designer says, 'optimized' for the job of keeping my primary client alive and in good health, but me and nick? we're only two guys. Your dad's got the better plan, believe me, when Liz is home, she's got a platoon of Coastie Marines so me and Nick only have to deal with what can get past those guys-and that's not much. this trip has been never ending stress."

"have you...y'know, seen her naked?" Arthur asked.

"I've seen her with her defenses down." Jack said, "breaks the heart seeing that, she doesn't do it much, hides it pretty good most of the time, even from us...but...Okay, here's a story for you-Liz gets a visit from an old friend, only she's pissed as hell at that old friend over something that really hurt her.  she meets with this friend, who tells her something's up with the supply chain to a unit on the border.  She addresses the supply issue first, then sends the old friend off with a 'don't come back' speech, soon as that old friend is out of sight and out of earshot, she's bawling her eyes out and screaming at the wall, because the visit? stirred up all that suppressed feeling and caring she's been repressing and it broke loose.  She comes down to the ground floor, where Nick is, tells us we're going to Arc Royal right now to go make sure the problem doesn't happen again...and that's how we ended up in the Coventry system for your dad to invite her down for this discussion they're having."

"um...that's not what I meant."

"Oh...yeah. I've seen her without her clothes on.  normal girl, y'know? all the parts in the right place, couple scars from when her mom tried to kill her in an attempted murder-suicide."

"She was shot? by her mom?"

"It was before I hired on, but yeah.  Your dad knows about it, ask him if you doubt me." Jack suggested, "see, her brother Patrick was killed on Tamar, he was the one who was supposed to be the Duke, and I ain't saying what happened to her other brother, but you can ask your dad about that too, he can say.  Left Lizzie as the only Ngo left, and she almost died before they got the bullet out and closed the wound-it's why she won't wear tank-tops or a bikini...you're what, fifth in line?"

"Yeah..."

"Well she was third." Jack said, "Now she's the Duchess and running the firm.  you can't count on not being stuck in the big chair, Arthur Steiner Davion, you could end up having to run the whole show by yourself some day, and where one world's kind of grinding my Elizabeth into a paste with stress and having to maintain image, I imagine having to run a place as vast as the empire your parents built? I bet that's even tougher.  You should probably learn everything you can, just in case, someday, you have to carry the load of billions of people counting on you to make the right calls."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 December 2019, 09:11:06
Discontinuity

"Well, the cat's out of the bag, Lizzie."  Penny sat down next to her.  The warm water of Golden lake lapping against her toes.  "The Archon knows, The Fox knows."

"That has been made clear, yeah."  the binary suns of Kowloon were setting in the East, casting double shadows from everywhere.  "What am I going to do, Penny?"
 
Penny flicked a stone.  "I don't know, talk to Daphne maybe?" Penny cocked her head, "You know, while you're not shaking and foaming and dying and stuff?"

"I couldn't even stand to look at her."

"Yeah, you don't have to look at her to forgive her, Liz.  OH! I know, you can maybe stop hating yourself!  We loved you Lizzie."

"You're high, Penny.  You got high, and then you died on me."

"So it's me you're mad at?"

Liz snapped a stone into the water.  "No.  You slipped, we weren't there to catch you when you fell, and when I went to try to save you, Daphne didn't come to help."

"So what are you going to do about your new problem, Lizzie? seems to me you're stacking round rocks and trying to build an upside down pyramid with 'em."

"meaning?"

"You need help." Penny told her, "You need someone to help you out, someone who can show you what you're doing wrong, before it all blows back in your face and more people die."

"Who's even tried to do what I'm doing?" Liz asked rhetorically.  "******, I don't even know what I'm trying to do anymore!"

"The first statement in science is 'I don't know', and science is the process saying 'let's find out'."  penny said, fading.  "Better do it before the fires catch you."

Liz looked down, the waters were gone, and she was standing in fire

she felt her flesh boiling...

Reality asserts

"Hold her head!!"

the bag was open in front of her, and she smelled blood and vomit reeking upward.

"Does she do this every time??"  Johnson, one of Hanse Davion's people, special forces or spook type...  "Where are we?" she groaned.

"Timehri system, Your grace."

Her stomach continued to clench, and she felt wetness on her seat.  "O dear god, did I just...I neeed a baaaath!!!"

she'd soiled herself.  "so gross...I hate jumpship travel..."

"come on, You, Johnson, carry her bag please, and try not to step in...that." Nick Chopper said. 

"I've got you...it's going to be alright your grace.  I'll get you cleaned up..."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 31 December 2019, 09:11:31
nice update.  That was a nice conversation that Arthur has with Nick and Jack!  So Hanse and Melissa is aware of the events in Kowloon.  I like how Elizabeth tried to negotiate a manufacturing deal with Hanse for the Black boxes.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 31 December 2019, 11:44:57
Does raise an interesting conundrum.

Mass production would help with alternate communication methods but would make it more likely for Comstar to be able to get a hold of it and ruin it.

Of course the presumes Comstar doesn't already have it compromised but is letting things play out because they are pretty good at the long game and right now it suits them to not tip their hand.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 31 December 2019, 12:21:32
given the limitations of the hardware the fedsuns has, there isn't much chance of them replacing HPG's in any real civil capacity. and if black boxes are being mass produced at that rate i'd see comstar just covertly acquiring their own and installing one in every HPG station so ROM can listen in on the signals.

the bigger effect i think would be if the cylons got ahold of the tech, given the possibility of an FTL C3 system type use. though one thing of note, the cylons do use their transceivers for things other than just ressurection.. we see them able to do a form of 'instant democracy' a few times when they vote, where they seem to be able to poll al the others of their type prior to voting. though since there is only two cases where an individual differed in opinion from the rest of their type (capica 6 and boomer) how much of that is actual polling and how much is confidence that their choice is what all the others of their model would want is debatable. a stronger example i think would be projection (https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/wiki/Projection).. we've seen it is possible for them to share the illusions even across models (in fact, one case was between a significant seven model and one of the final five, suggesting the ability is universal).
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 31 December 2019, 12:53:08
That is the thing for the Cylons isn't it?

What they are already able to do based off the reboot blows Black Box tech out of the water handily.  It does have a range limit but it is unclear what that range limit is.

I suspect Black Boxes do have greater range than what they use but that is pure conjecture.  It is conjecture that would allow the tech to be useful to them though.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 31 December 2019, 17:23:20
I do believe Arthur was actually paying attention during that conversation... GOOD!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DOC_Agren on 31 December 2019, 23:45:27
just finished last 3 pages + 
 :thumbsup:

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 02:30:07
Doons Estate, Donegal...

"...because you know her better than anyone, I need to understand what I've turned loose, Maggie."  Melissa Steiner-Davion sat in the sitting room with a hot cup of tea.

Maggie Doons sat across from her.  Katherine was outside, enjoying the local mid-summer by the pool.

"I don't know lizzie better than anyone, Melissa.  That would be Daphne Rowe.  The three of them, my Granddaughter, Elizabeth, and Daphne, were so close they finished each other's sentences." she set her cup on the coffee-table, "I know her well enough, though.  She's not the type to be planning a coup or secession, and the girl's not a fool."

"She moved on the supply situation when Daphne appeared...didn't she?"  the Archon speculated.

"Elizabeth might have done that for anyone-the girl's a patriot, and she despises the Clans.  I admit, I've had some minor influence on her, so she also despises sloppiness, sloth, and slacking."  Maggie sat down, pouring a hot refill into her cup.  "But that's not why she threw Daphne out."

"Threw her out?"

"Second half of the story-Elizabeth threw Daphne out of her life-I've heard the story from both of them, separately.  Elizabeth addressed the supply line issue on Arc Royal, but she also sent Daphne away without further discussion, and they have a lot of issues between them."

"Penelope."

"Yes.  Elizabeth hasn't, and won't forgive her old friend for not being there when Penelope..." Maggie poured more tea, and sweetened it with a strong liquer.  "...when Penelope died.  I have, I know the whole story.  Liz makes adult decisions better than some of my best executives when it comes to business or serving the realm, I know her that well, but when it comes to self-care?"

"I saw, she doesn't." Melissa said.

"Precisely.  You and I know why, of course...have you discussed her with Victor yet?" Maggie asked.

"No."

"You should.  You'll be visiting New Avalon again soon, both Kathy and Victor need to understand why you're handling Elizabeth the way you are, in case there's another 'hpg blackout'."

"What about this 'Cy-Lon Enterprises'?" Melissa said, "YOu weren't surprised when I revealed their origins."

"Their salespeople are charming, their techs are competent enough with their own products, but I have to say, they're not very clever or innovative.  My own people are more creative with the applications and have started gaining a better grasp of the actual functional theories behind them, than theirs.  If they're alien refugees trading technology for shelter? it would make sense.  I've met Lostech prospectors who have a better grasp of the basic sciences than their in-house tech people do."

"How good is it?" Melissa asked.

"very good." Doons said, "You could build an artificial intelligence that would make a Caspar Drone look like a speak-and-spell...of course, doing that and you encounter some philosophical questions we haven't had to address since Kerensky destroyed the Rim Worlds Republic."

"Philosophical questions like what?"

"is slavery okay if you manufactured the slaves.  Lizzie's answer should be obvious." Maggie tapped a holo showing Elizabeth with her bodyguards.  "She thinks 'no'."

"They're aliens."

"Oh yes. very alien." Margaret said, "jesus, Melissa, how did you and Hanse not figure out what she was saying?  what her misdirections were hinting at?"

"allergies...can't leave the armor without dying..." Melissa's jaw dropped, and she closed it, "that 'some of them look like us!!"

Maggie nodded, "NOW you're getting it.  somewhere out in the deep periphery, some lab, probably set up by the Star League or House Amaris or whomever, built artificial intelligences, used them as slaves, and discovered they'd built too well, that the artificial people they made, didn't want to be slaves.  It's what Richard Cameron was afraid of when he ordered the E-type modifications to the SDS drones."

"And Elizabeth knows??"

"She'd be a fool not to." Maggie said, "She knows, count on it.  I guessed when she asked me to look into electromagnetic pulse based weaponry and shielding for knocking out complex, shielded computer systems, electronic warfare suites, and signals interception equipment.  her theoretical was 'what would you design to knock out a self-aware war machine?' followed by 'how would you design a defense against similar attacks'. we've gotten some great ideas on improving ECM systems past the capabilities of the old Star League Guardian system from that.  she couched it a letter discussing ways to overcome the Clans and their technical advantages, but the timing looks to me like she was thinking about what to do if her new friends turned on her, or on the Realm."

"That's a lot to think about, would you be upset if I asked you to share your results with NAIS?"

"Only if I don't get to own the patents in both realms." Maggie asserted, "Royalties on intellectual property are the lifeblood of my industry.  Ownership of the rights and I'll share with any research team you offer except Comstar...just one favor, if you will, a silly thing."

"And that would be?"

"An administrator manipulates relationships to gain their best advantage, a ruler determines those relationships and assumes them into being.  I won't risk my relationship with Elizabeth to force her to speak with Daphne, you can do this without risk.  The Rowes are a powerful financial and investment banking machine in the Realm, and having those two at odds isn't good for the rest of us.  Competition is a great thing for driving innovation and growth, but vendetta is bad for everyone."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 04:54:49
Training Grounds, Ben Hoa, Kowloon...

"I don't think they're going to mind overmuch." Elizabeth said, as she studied the plans for the training range, then looked up at the construction going on.

"you say that now..." Colonel Evelynn Mosovich noted.

"Your plan has significant merit, Evvie." Liz stated, "We can't provide a good force of Battlemechs consistently, and we can't afford a second rate force.  Assuming I can get Danny Bradford to let me buy the licenses, how long will it take to train up the force we've got?"

"Supplementing with returning veterans whom are already used to basic armor tactics?  We can probably have a battalion by the end of the year, and a brigade in three."

"Tough part's going to be integrating your...new recruits, and establishing the necessary social environment." Elizabeth noted, "Especially once the human troops realize the Centurions aren't just aliens, but artificial."  she looked at her chief military advisor, "Can you do it?"

"Please, Liz, look at me? If I can get the men to follow me with this face? They'll accept Centurions as battle buddies, NCO's and eventually officers."

"Approved." Liz said.  "How did the exercise with the Green Machine go?"

"Al said he found the experience 'enlightening', he's asked if he can approach the Cylons about recruiting, They're in contract negotiations with the FedCom for a spot on the Clan front."

"you didn't tell him yes yet, did you?" Liz asked.

"No...not yet."

Ben-Hoa village, Kowloon, 3 hours later...

"So what do you think, Jack? would any of your brothers sign on with a merc outfit to go fight the Clans for money? they wouldn't necessarily have much in the way of legal protections once outside the reach of my influence, and Al's people kind of stood by doing nothing while Stoney was screwing our people.."

"I think some of us would." Jack said, "some of us feel we're built as war machines, and all this peace we're losing our edge.  Some of us are tired of hiding.  I personally think you should negotiate a better deal..."

"It's perilously close to using you." Liz said.

"Thus why I think you should negotiate." he rejoined, "besides, I've seen the footage now, I want to see what these 'elementals' are really made of-how tough they really are."

"might be disappointing, Jack." she noted.

"Could be.  Some of the boys think it might also be fun."

"Are you among them?" she asked.

"I'm fine where I am. I get to see the big picture." He said, adding, "I had my fill of run-down-and-kill while we were cleaning out Pirate nests on the way here."

Liz sighed, "I don't want to lose people on this."

Jack's laugh was a distorted surprise.  "You've already let us establish a production line, and receivers.  If any of ours get killed, they're likely to come right back here through a relay."

"more relays then." she said, "I don't want to lose people.  I don't like that I'm going to."

"Your humans." he said.

"yeah, we don't come with a backup.  no respawn if we die.  I keep thinking of you the same way."

"I'm touched...no, you should absolutely authorize it. we'll be able to gather more intelligence on your enemies more quickly." 

the lounge doors opened and Gina came in, flanked by Leo and Sharon.

"Please tell me you've got some good reasons to argue against allowing this!" Elizabeth greeted them.

"you don't want to?" Gina looked genuinely surprised. Unlike her counterpart on Arc Royal, Gina-Kowloon was effectively an equal to Elizabeth, a leader among her people.

"I really don't have the legal authority to say no, and Jack's giving me all kinds of reasons to say yes...but I have a bad feeling about it.  I kind of hope you'll tell me 'no in no uncertain terms' even though it's kind of like a christmas present and something I'd like."

"actually, I think we can do better than just some infantry." Gina said.

"Oh, not you too..."

"Don't throw me in thet briaer patch?" Leoben said, "sorry, Liz, we polled the models in range.  there is quite a bit of desire to...pick a fight with someone. these  Clans seem to be perfect for that, and the technical upgrades we've been experimenting with need to be tested."

"upgrades?"

"Directed energy weapons for the Raiders, improved armor...we started working on those shortly after rolling over the Bandit kings we hit on the way here.  while we have the capability to run our own operations, we've held back because of...well...legitimacy.  But, working with Mercenaries under State authority can give us both a cause to do the fighting, and legal coverage."  Sharon-Kowloon explained.

"We'll need a manufacturer to attribute the Heavy Raiders to." Gina added, "There is a small, local, aircraft company in Ia Drang.  we're partnering with them to serve as the distribution front until a Heavy Raider line is operating.  We need money."

Liz nodded, "Got it...money and paperwork."

"Yes, please."

"I want a cut for that-a percentage of the product and a percentage of the profits...these aren't the self-aware Raiders, are they?"

"No, Heavies are just...devices. Like the Raptor we gave you, only tougher, and better armed, an APC capable of space operations."

"Come up with a cool sounding name, I'll front the loan to Ia Drang's guys."  Elizabeth winced, "I guess I'm saying 'yes'.  Tell the boys who sign on for this, they may be Cylons, but they're my people too, and that I expect them to make me and Kowloon proud... and that I want them to bring back themselves and all their equipment when they're done-nobody dies without a damn good reason on our side."

"Even though jack told you it was temporary?"

"Especially that." Liz snapped, "I don't want my people getting a reputation for being sloppy, or treated as disposable cannon fodder. you tell those Centurions and Humaniforms that volunteer for this, that I will be sorely disappointed if they die needlessly...and whatever else, nobody else finds out you can survive dying. Not yet."

"And what will YOU tell them?"

"Kick the Clanner's asses.  win.  Make their new homeland proud."

"Do you know where they're going to be sent?"

"Not yet.  I will." Liz said, looking at the suitcase containing the black box.  "Jack, would you be a dear and have Nick fetch Mister Johnson? I have a...'status report' The Fox needs to read, and I still haven't read the damn manual on that thing."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 07:40:36
Nha Tranh, Kowloon...

"I'm hiring you again, Al." Elizabeth stated, "To subcontract with the Kell Hounds."

"that's yet to be decided, girl." Al Green was older than Elizabeth's grandfather, a man who'd been in the mercenary business longer than many of his contemporaries had even been alive.

"you'll like these terms, but it's a messy job." she said, "Front line combat, not garrison work, combat bonuses paid by the Federated Commonwealth directly, but since you've expressed interest in hiring some of my more...unusual citizens, I want a stake in this...so I'm going to be fronting you some money, and a lot of prototype equipment."

"How much?"

"You won't have to beg the client for air support." she stated, "Or for transportation.  I'm underwriting your rides in, and your extraction.  Your jumpship fees aren't just covered, I own the ships.  thus, me paying you to ride on them.  If all goes well, I may offer you a landhold here on Kowloon, and a permanent position."

"What's the target?"

"That's where it gets sticky.  you'll be under the Kell Hounds, working with Wolf's Dragoons, and defending the capital planet of the Draconis Combine." she said, "none of that makes me particularly happy."

"So why are you doing it?" he asked.

"Because Melissa Steiner-Davion asked me to." Liz stated, "As my liege lord, she has the right, and Kowloon hasn't been asked to submit deployable forces for the defense of the realm just yet."

"Fulfilling obligations then."

Liz nodded.  "Admiral Li is arranging your jumpship transport, you'll have supplementary forces, not just the Cylon recruits, but some of their special equipment.  as my representative in this, you'll have command of those elements directly.  don't squander them, but I do insist you take on Sharon Riley as your air-boss, since she knows the most about the fighters, smallcraft and other assets I'm giving you.  You'll be linking up with the Kell hounds at Muphrid and moving from there to the staging point in Davion space."

"only thing I have to ask then...rates?"

"I know what numbers look like, yes." she said.  "I doubt the Dracs will let you have salvage rights, and there is a danger of a backstab, so two hundred percent MRBC standard for an A-rated combined arms Regiment, since you'll be taking what amounts to a regiment's worth of transport and personnel, ammunition and parts will be paid for on an as-needed basis, and I'm willing to accept up to 20% overhead.  what you get from Kell or Davion doesn't matter to me, get what you can from them, and keep it. I expect you to bring our people and assets home from this in the best condition you can.  I prefer victory to defeat, and as I suggested, if you win, there's land in it for you, and your men."

"when do we leave?" he asked.

"ramps up at 1500 Thursday, it's a four month transit." she said, and offered him the contract.

He signed, "Then I best get the men ready to go and meet with  my new air-boss to finalize our operational strategy."

She watched Green leave, and waited for his Jeep to pull out of the parking lot, before turning to Johnson.  "Submit the expense report, Mister Johnson.  I expect to be paid back for this."


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 07:47:19
Heh... Green doesn't NEED to know where the money's actually coming from...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 01 January 2020, 07:53:06
Heh... Green doesn't NEED to know where the money's actually coming from...  ^-^
To quote an old Reunification War veteran:
"I do the job, I get paid. It's how business gets done."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 07:54:01
I understood that reference!  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 01 January 2020, 07:59:27
I understood that reference!  :D
It's the Mercenary life: so long as the cheque clears and the MRCB are happy...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 08:09:40
Kowloon system Nadir point, 2200 hours Thursday.

Green got his first look at the transport assets.  Six ships floated out there, white hulls with a red, angular stripe, a Roundel depicting a leaping killer whale.

Dropships dangled from them.  His, and three more, the additional dropships were marked with the same symbol, but beside it, the symbol of his new, regimental-sized, Mercenary command.

Compared to the old days, this was something new.  It takes six of them, because like a Scout class, they only have a single docking collar, but each of those ships also had a massive hangar bay, and an array of point defenses.

"Sampan Ones?" he asked.

"Yes.  We've done some modification to them." Sharon Riley, whose callsign was "Eight High", stood with him as his final dropship-HIS dropship, docked to the transport ship.  "Duchess Ngo has invested a LOT into this operation, not just hiring you, but pushing funding and construction budgets to the limit."

"I can see that...let's go."

they floated from the dropship's flight deck, to the airlock at the docking collar.

It coded red, then green, and opened.

The Coast Guard Marines on the other side weren't floating.  "Careful..."

as Al's boots hit the deck, he felt gravity, and not the sort you get from spinning.

"Holy crap!! how did you get a grav-deck this small?"

"it's not a grav deck, the Commodore's instructions are that your troops and personnel bunk aboard the jumpships until we reach the target system.  Your men will be rested, and comfortable and won't have to deal with landing shock after a long transit period. that might be an edge."

"She said 'prototype equipment', I didn't think she meant the Jumpships!"

" We've run these between the Rim Collection and Kowloon for a few months, but this is the first time we'll be deploying into the Inner Sphere proper.  once it's been demonstrated to outsiders, her Grace and Gina will be licensing the tech to Nashan's shipyards at Alarion for royalties."

while they walked up to the command deck, he noted that a few faces kept popping up.  strange...

on the command deck, there were Centurions, and Kowloonese crew.  the Sharon at the helm controls wasn't even a surprise after spending nearly two years interacting with them.  "How much of the crew are-"

"About twenty percent of each ship's crew are cylon, the rest are native humans and rockjacks.  This is also a test to see how well we can all integrate together without trying to deceive one another-more for Elizabeth's education, I've been with the Guard now for three years." the helm-Sharon said, "All ships docked, KF fields are steady at one hundred percent, drives spinning up!"

flash!!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 08:18:57
That artificial gravity tech is going to be one of the biggest game changers...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 01 January 2020, 09:51:05
That artificial gravity tech is going to be one of the biggest game changers...
Especially if they can get it to work on Dropships, too.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 09:54:29
That's a question: can those plates reduce the acceleration felt too? ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 10:18:43
Luthien System, January 4, 3052...

"That, is an Essex Class Destroyer."  Coast Guard Captain Bianh Vu Dao said.  "How about that? we don't have a warship, why did they bring theirs, hmm?"

"Turtle bay maybe?"  Diana Kristiandotter asked, her Cylon accent drawling her viet.  the Three was sitting Comms to the rest of Alpha Patrol's Sampans.

"I'm suspecting 'yes' on that.  these guys are notoriously sore losers.  how are our boys on the ground doing?"

"Light casualties so far, your people's tactics are light years ahead of the ones used against the Colonials, Captain."

she turned to Rembrandt, the senior Centurion on shipboard marine duty.  "Remmy, how do the lads feel about a wee boarding action-throughout the Patrol, you lads up to taking a battleship?"

"What are our rules of engagement, mum?" the cylon asked.

"Open engagement.  These pricks don't feel bad about slagging a city over not being able to catch one man.  Be clever about it-see if you can capture the whole thing intact."

"How do we explain it to the Kells, Mum?"  Dianna asked.

"Tell them we're conducting a health-and-safety inspection, looking for stolen property under our remit as officers of the peace..and do it on an open channel-after the board and assault teams are in place."

"So in English."

Bianh nodded, "Yes, in english."  she turned, "Mister Rembrandt, you're authorized to deploy under your function as a Kowloon Coast Guard officer conducting a Health and Safety inspection seeking contraband stolen from the taxpayers of the Star League.  You are authorized to use lethal force on any and all perpetrators or accomplices to that theft, do you understand this authorization?"

the Cylon pondered.  "Take the ship, kill any crew aboard that resist?"

"Precisely.  They're pirates in possession of stolen property, the SLS Iowa."

There hadn't been much need to deploy Heavy Raiders in support, since the ground action had focused on a mobile defense planned out in thorough detail by the principals, including the DCMS's own commanders.  The Green Machine's Centurions were mostly fighting in support with Al Green's forces.  The fighters and Raiders (Old model raiders built mostly to test updates to the new Raider hulls that would be forming the core Air-support assets for the Rim collection) were getting plenty of work, and De-jumped Raptors were serving admirably as VTOL support units...

but there were nine Heavy Raiders in the bays of each of the four Sampans of the Patrol.  Each Sampan also had a Marine complement of 25 Cylons and 25 human Marines.  Lift would not be a problem, and the Cylon drives would allow the forces to appear at almost hull contact to the targeted enemy ship.

not that this would be entirely necessary-the Iowa's current masters had left the fighter bay open to space, to better cycle their aerofighters, which were currently engaged with DCMS and Mercenary fighters in a prolonged dogfight over the planet.

The scramble took fifteen minutes.  the Heavies deployed first, using teh shadow of the Coast guard flotilla as cover, they activated their jump engines, snapping in flashes from one end of the system to near-direct contact with the enemy ship's hull.  Cylon and Human Marines, using magnetics, dropped from the heavy assault shuttles to the outer hull, and made their way to access points meant for servicing and shipyard operations, or as protective doors for the vessel's capital-grade armament, or as refueling points.

"Wait for it..."

the second wave of Marines appeared right before the docking doors of the fighter bay, and the Heavy Raider from Coast Guard 2 slammed in, blocking the entry point with its sheer bulk, and jamming that outer door open as Centurions dismounted and began the internal assault.

"Now!"

Aboard the former SLS (Now CJS) Iowa

for the warriors and crew aboard the Smoke Jaguar vessel, this was both unexpected, and terrifying.  the ship's 'Athena-3' systems computer wasn't working, instead of letting the command deck seal bulkheads and manage battle damage, it simply wasn't responding, internal monitors were off, and sections were venting into space.

Then, couple that, with figures moving faster even than an Elemental Marine, that could and did rip through armor composites with vibroblades, hammered areas with 'bouncy ball' antipersonnel weapons, and slashed through sealed doorways as if they were crepe paper.

The crew had been ready to watch, sidelined once again, their force's victory over the Spheroids, the crushing triumph over inferiors that was, in their minds, inevitable and deserved.

they had not been prepared for battle, nor for a boarding attempt, and certainly not one as extensive and chaotic as this.

There had simply been no warning, and no warning would come to the Smoke Jaguar transport ships holding position, either.

In the ship's CIC, with blood slicking the spin-stabilized decks and consoles, Rembrandt finished taking over the ship's central computer, he assimilated the architecture of the systems, noted the orders on file, the positions, and the positions of a wealth of enemy targets in the system, including much of the non-deployed warrior caste units waiting to be called down on a broken bid.

what silly creatures, these Clanners! they made little sense-when facing an enemy world, they reduced their forces in a game of one-upsmanship instead of using the full might available to them!

"We have secured the stolen property, Mum. Request permission to verify our control of the vessel?"

"Granted."

There were a number of enemy ships in range, including the dropship carriers for the enemy's air-support, fighters, and several transport ships loaded with what appeared to be the intended enemy garrison force.

Thirty minutes after boarding and 'confiscating' the Iowa, her guns opened fire for the first time in two hundred and fifty years against a target that was not a civilian city on Londerholm.

the results, for the Clan transport group, would be savage.

"Enemy command channel isolated, Captain."  Radioman Tera Hughes323, a Rockjack from the Hughes collective in the Kowloon Oort cloud, announced.

"Send all enemy channels, 'We is in yur warship, drinkin' yur beerz', happyface." Rembrandt told her.

"Message sent."

"Resume fire."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 01 January 2020, 10:38:11
How big a laugh will Teddy Kuritia have in private once he reads this part of the after action report?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 10:41:41
Surface of Luthien, 11:25 Hours local time...

We iz in ur worship, drinking ur beerz, :) 

it scrolled on every comm screen on every Smoke Jaguar mech, appeared on the HUD of every elemental's suit.  and then, on the command channel, the screams for help from the Transport group overwhelmed their communications.

A virus was in the channels, one that fouled up the Smoke Jaguar radios, obscured tactical screens, and fluxed targeting reticles.

Star Colonel Dorian Wirth screamed in frustration as his men could not hear his orders, and the underbrush eruped with silver streaking shapes, while the concealed battlemechs of The Green Machine stepped out at point-blank range, and savaged his trinary with close range assaults, the warriors forced to truly fight as individuals due to their comms being overwhelmed by someone, sensors being hammered and jammed.

He didn't see the Centurion until it was too late. the Silvery bodied, far-too-lithe and far-too-flexible armored infantryman, planted breaching charges at the base and sides of his windscreen, gave a four-fingered bye-bye wave,  and flipped away.

The Ferroglas powderized, stunning him with the shockwave and revealing him, bodily, to the outside environment.

far below, in the treeline, Private David Vanh from Golden Lake, aimed at the man in the lurching 'mech, now exposed to his shot, squeezed the trigger of his rifle smoothly and steadily, leading the target...

BANG!

the 'mech blundered forward a few steps, and went still.

His helmet HUD indicated another target, and he matched the karats on display, waited for the breach...

BANG!  A timberwolf ground to a halt, and toppled on top of its elemental escort.

David cranked the bolt on his rifle, and waited for the next target.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 10:45:46
Too funny!  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 11:25:19
1900 hours, Imperial City time, Luthien, Draconis Combine...

The expected grind, had turned into a blindsided slaughter-for the Clans, and in particular, for Clan Smoke Jaguar. 

Wolf's Dragoons had lost roughly 25% of their committed forces.  the Kell Hounds, had suffered around the same proportion, with their supporting subcontractor, The Green Machine having taken the worst beating to their 'mech forces at 50% of the 'mech battalion no longer functional.

but for the Smoke Jaguars, what had begun with fifteen clusters of force, three Clan Galaxies of troops, only three and a half clusters were able to actually make it past the Allied naval cordon and their own suborned warship.

the Novacats..did somewhat better.  SaKhan Leroux recognized the situation early and what it meant.  Of two galaxies committed to the operation, only three Clusters failed to escape the trap of Luthien.

Bianh Vu Dao swallowed hard, and tried to ignore the terrifying expanse sky over her head, the rising panic of being trapped at the bottom of a gravity well, without the safety of a hull and deck, and stood stock-still as the Coordinator of the Draconis Combine himself, walked up to her.

focus...focus..  she held herself at attention until he laid his eyes on her.  then she rendered a crisp hand-salute.

"Coast..guard.  Kowloon." the old man actually smiled at her kindly.  "We have the matter of the enemy warship-"

"Sir, as a recognized state of the Star League, it's your warship, sir. we simply recovered stolen property, sir."

He did a half-wave, the closest thing to a salute he would give to a foreigner, and she relaxed her arm.

"Stolen? I don't recall owning an essex.."

"Sir, SLS IOWA, DD-265, was stolen by the deserter Aleksandr Kerensky shortly after the usurper Stephan Amaris was overthrown." she recited, fighting the panic from being trapped down here on a planet, and wishing fervently that somebody else could be stuck doing this part of the job.  "As a law enforcement officer, it is my duty to, whenever possible, return stolen goods to the legitimate owners.  as we are in Draconis Combine Space, and the Draconis Combine is one-sixth owner of the SLS Iowa, by observed tradition, I am obligated to return that vessel to the nearest legitimate owner, and to apologize for the damage done while recovering it, mister coordinator, sir."

"if your Archon, or the First Prince wish to contest this?"

"I'll get a note on my record, sir." she said, "Coast Guard is not a nationalized entity of the Lyran Commonwealth, we're not in Lyran jurisdiction, and we were loaned to help defend Luthien, further, we don't have a crew to take her anywhere else..sir.  as to further discussions of ownership, that is between serving lords of the Star League Council, which as a claimant to the First Lord's post, you are a serving member of the Star League Council, and therefore, it's between your diplomats and ours, Sir, and as I'm not a diplomat, sir, I have to follow the guidance of my service's regulations and Kowloonese law, and that law says that ship up there, she's not mine.  I don't have the authority to take her from your jurisdiction, as the Lyran Commonwealth is not at war with the Draconis Combine, and prize law therefore does not apply."

"I would like to reward you for your honorable act, and your men for their courage." he said, "What do you wish?"

"For myself, permission to return to my vessel.  Planets are..." she hesitated, "Uncomfortable places for me. as for my crew, um...shore leave? we're Coast Guard, not really able to accept renumeration or rewards for the simple performance of our duty, sir."

Takeshi looked at her with a wise gaze, and said, "You may return to your ship, Captain, and certainly, shore-leave will be granted to your crews."

"Thank you sir."

he dismissed her with a gesture, and Bianh almost ran to the Raptor.

"Theodore, that is what a stick up someone's ass looks like." Takeshi said to his Gunji-no-Kanrei.  "Have Omi see that the crews on shore leave have a good time...and get a prize crew on that captured ship before one of Hanse's mercenaries decides they would like to have it...and have a pair of swords delivered to Vu Dao. she has earned the right to be called 'samurai'."

"Yes father."

"I suppose I will have to be civil with Davion when we meet to discuss this."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 11:51:56
That's even funnier!  Takashi of all people...  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 12:29:02
New Avalon, one month later...

Elizabeth had never been to this half of the Federated Commonwealth.  she'd never intended to travel this far from home, had no interest in travelling this far from home, and had no desire to travel so far.

And she was here, because of something one of her people did.

"You alright, Jack?" she asked.

"I've been better, at least they let me disconnect the gun units myself." her Cylon bodyguard told her.

"That's not much comfort." she said. 

"They at least didn't try to find an off-switch, or try to take my hands." he said.

Melissa and the First Prince were sitting in paired thrones as she walked up the carpet.

"I presume you understand why you've been called here, Elizabeth." Melissa said.

"SLS Iowa." Liz said.

"Yes. what was your captain thinking?"

"I believe, sir, she was complying with standard counterpiracy directives dating back to the foundation of the Guard." Liz said quietly.  "I didn't order them to take the ship, they didn't call me up when they did.  My officers and men performed in accordance with Kowloon Coast Guard regulations and Star League law as it currently stands, in a member state not their own.  I suppose we could quibble over jurisdictional boundaries and I'm sure the Clans would love to claim my people were outside their remit by conducting that boarding action in someone else's sovereign territory...but Captain Vu Dao performed the same duty she would have had the target been a Wolf or Jade Falcon held warship in Lyran territory."

"You're their duchess, and you're sworn to my service, Elizabeth!" Melissa scolded.

"Yes, mum, I am, but the Coast Guard isn't sworn to me personally, they're sworn to the constitutional government of Kowloon, I can ask them, or I can order them-but their first obligation is to the people of Kowloon, followed by the Law, followed only after that myself.  this situation didn't come up as a possibility, so I left no standing orders and Vu Dao had to make the best call in accordance with her duty and training."

"which doesn't explain why she chose the Coordinator of the Draconis Combine to return that property to." Hanse said, "I don't understand that part, explain it."

"Highness..." Liz drew in a deep breath, "Magistrates would normally determine the division of property when returned to estranged co-owners, there was no magistrate present, Legal precedent in antipiracy law require delivery to the nearest legitimate owner, which is the Star League, as the Draconis Combine is a Star League member state...and it doesn't help that during the boarding, they kind of screwed up the core coolant assemblies and expended the entire ammunition magazines."

"They...what?"

"The jump core's going to need maintenance, and every scrap of ammunition on board was expended." Elizabeth repeated herself.  "House kurita's going to have to spend around thirty five to fifty million Kroner equivalent, or one hundred million C-bills if they want more than one jump out of that drive, and they're going to have to spend around forty billion C-bills if they want to restore those shipyards to function well enough to build another warship jump drive, since the Clanners, as a final ******-you, kind of laid waste to the DCMS Naval Shipyard.  all in all, what the Coordinator got, was a very expensive symbolic victory delivered by what amounts to an allied Lyran unit.  according to Captain Vu Dao, we'll have the Alarion yards ready for the Mjolnir project, with a prototype, before the DCMS will have that Essex class vessel fit for service."

she hesitated, and then added, "And that doesn't include tooling up costs for the naval autocannon ammunition, specialty missile systems, or repairing the fighter and boat deck."

"Why did we call her here again, dear?" Hanse asked.

"Because she's responsible." Melissa said sternly.

"right, but I'm the one who didn't make it clear about salvage..."

"They were technically there on my orders." Liz said, "as I said, I didn't even imagine something like this could happen, so I'm at fault."

"Elizabeth?" Melissa said.

"Your Highness."

"I'm going to assign a Political officer to have a second look at your decisions. Return to Kowloon, and await her arrival." Melissa said.

"May I ask who's going to be second guessing me?" Liz asked, bridling.

"Kommandant Daphne Rowe, I'm told you two are acquainted. she will be assisting a Leutnant General in auditing your militias-both of them. you will show her every courtesy and cooperate, do you understand?"

"Yes Your Highness." Liz's eyes burned.

"You're dismissed."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 12:33:24
Hanse was about to let her off the hook, too...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 01 January 2020, 12:47:55
What the heck, Mels?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 01 January 2020, 13:01:42
It'll be good therapy for Liz, confronting amistake she made.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 13:04:54
It's exactly what Melissa and Maggie Doons talked about...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 13:11:37
What the heck, Mels?

The first 'jerk of the chain' was "Get your ass here to New Avalon to explain what your subordinate just did, giving a functional warship to the Draconis Combine!!"

this was the second jerk of the chain.  This is part of how an Emperor reminds their vassals who's boss.  "I'm going to put someone in place to see that this doesn't become a trend."

It's also a reminder that Lizzie's partial autonomy is conditional and can be revoked. Melissa's raised (or is raising) five children, and she recognizes that Elizabeth may be brilliantly effective, but she's still a child. (Teenager).  it's about asserting authority.

it's also a sop to Maggie Doons. (See the post titled 'Doons Estate')

Melissa has (rightly) recognized that Hanse's man Johnson has fallen into Elizabeth's orbit, and that the girl likely has him wrapped firmly round her finger.  the intentional friction should keep Daphne from falling for the girl's charisma.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 13:45:06
New Circe...

The holovid was a few weeks old by the time it arrived.  If there had been a hurry about the presence of Cylons in the Inner Sphere, the media images of the battle of Luthien sent that hurry into frantic mode.

"...stolen property was returned to the nearest lawful owner of said property." on the screen, Linda Sithers marveled at how young Bianh looked, and how uncomfortable she looked.

"how did they get 'no shore leaves' to sit still for that?" Seether asked.  in the background, a Centurion was standing at attention next to a young man in Marine Blues, being pinned with a decoration by a DCMS officer.

"A frakking centurion! they're playing with fire!!"  Lieutenant Kortis, one of the Colonials in the Testbed One Mission Command staff, was outright outraged.

"it's worse if you watch the combat footage they released, y'know...hey, there's an Eight!"  Biers said, "I wonder if they had any Threes on that mission?"

"They are integrating."  Seether said, "Look, see? two more Eights from different ships in First Patrol, the Drac officer pinning medals? he's Gunji no Kanrei Theodore Kurita, the Crown prince and heir to the Coordinator."

Colonel Bennett stroked his chin, "How did Luthien work out your timeline, Seether?"

"Clans were beaten, but the Dracs, and the mercs, took heavy losses doing it. it was a near-run thing."

"According to these reporters, they stomped the dogsnot out of the Smoke Jaguars." he said.

"They also used Centurions in a boarding action and captured an Essex class right out from under the jags." Seether said, "Nobody in our timeline managed that trick until the Blue Star Irregulars did it to the Jade Falcons."

on the screen, the reporters were talking to one of the Centurions.  "...good to get out and stretch our legs a bit, we haven't really seen a lot of action since we freed our own people from slavery. It feels good to be helping protect people from ruthless, genocidal conquerors...[question nobody bothered listening to] ...Oh, yeah, well, as Duchess Ngo says, Clanners Delenda Est-the invading Clans need to know they're bad guests and should go home."

Seether chuckled, which got angry looks from the Wolverine and Colonial mission control personnel.  "What? Elizabeth's hatred for the Clans was well documented.  I can easily imagine teenaged Elizabeth Ngo saying something like that, because she used to say stuff like that. Freeze the frame!"

she clarified the image a little more, playing with the lighting and contrast.

"Those are Coast Guard ranks...and the name is 'Rembrandt'...oh geezus..."

"a centurion was talking!!" Sharon "Athena" Valerii noted.  "With a vox box. those aren't limited Centurions."

"Rebels?"

"The ones that John was claiming were aiming at the Inner Sphere? yeah."

"Let's hear the rest of it."

the recording continued.  "...paid pretty well, especially for a civil servant, Today really shows the stark difference between warfare, and murder.  We waged war today, and we were on the winning team, and we stopped murder, and that feels good.  I hope we get more missions like this one, make the bastards pay for Turtle Bay."

"they would definitely know what it feels like to be a murderer."

Seether ground her teeth.  "yes they would."


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 01 January 2020, 13:46:04
You know, I'm enjoying seeing the Successor Lords being written as competent dynastic politicians.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 14:16:55
One of the many nice things Cannonshop shares with us in this thread...  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 14:50:17
[out of story]

Okay, guys, what kind of Propaganda/media is going to result from this?  Remember, the Combine is an Otaku wet-dream in the canon, complete with a very cinematic view of Bushido.

so weirder ideas are better.

My first pick, is a "Cylon Anime!!" complete with Centurion plushies.  Overnight, at least in ONE realm, the 'face' of the Kowloon Coast Guard has a roving red eye and lots of chrome, or has a female face who looks very uncomfortable and accidentally let slip she's terrified of being on a planet...right in front of the media.

what kind of weirdass shit is that going to trigger?

bonus points if you can think up something from the Davion/Steiner-Davion side that also plays off this in a humorous or silly way.

[/out of story]
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 01 January 2020, 15:07:29
Yeah I'm seeing something very chibi and light hearted but with some subtle jabs at the Coastie by making them constantly afraid of trivial things for the Combine.

Steiner/Davion?  For some reason I'm seeing something very Red Dwarf inspired.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Korzon77 on 01 January 2020, 15:22:44
What the heck, Mels?

You have a teenager who is working under a death sentencem and she knows it. She's suffered massive personal losses (including nearly being murdered by a family member), and finally has a personality setting that is: 0--ALL THE MURDER! with no intervening stops.  Finally, she comes from a world with a mixed reputation.

She needs a minder who is not afraid to stand up to her.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 15:33:22
It brings to mind Appleseed...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 01 January 2020, 16:30:16
[out of story]

Okay, guys, what kind of Propaganda/media is going to result from this?  Remember, the Combine is an Otaku wet-dream in the canon, complete with a very cinematic view of Bushido.

so weirder ideas are better.

My first pick, is a "Cylon Anime!!" complete with Centurion plushies.  Overnight, at least in ONE realm, the 'face' of the Kowloon Coast Guard has a roving red eye and lots of chrome, or has a female face who looks very uncomfortable and accidentally let slip she's terrified of being on a planet...right in front of the media.

what kind of weirdass shit is that going to trigger?

bonus points if you can think up something from the Davion/Steiner-Davion side that also plays off this in a humorous or silly way.

[/out of story]

Hmm, depends how, fantastical, things get.  Maybe for a more child teaching version?  Animals replacing various actors?  The Clans are obviously cats, with the Jaguars being the more barbaric of the pair.  The Kowloonese captain?  There are Asain myths about "Moon Rabbits", modeling her character on one could easily play to her nervousness on the ground.

It probably wouldn't take much to draw a Cylon Centurion with samurai like esthetics.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 16:35:41
*snip*
It probably wouldn't take much to draw a Cylon Centurion with samurai like esthetics.
That's TOO easy!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 01 January 2020, 17:03:59
Hanse was about to let her off the hook, too...  ^-^
The Fox always had a sense of humour
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 17:24:10
In Transit, KCGS Tranh Truk Ngo, Sampan 1*(Improved), Bryant System, February 19, 3052

The 'revised drive' architecture was holding up.  This made for slightly longer jumps when pushed-at the expense of needing to use both the sail, and the fusion reactors to hot-charge the core.  The improved 'freezers' and the manager installation kept the whole thing from coming apart at the expense of having what amounted to an almost-humaniform bio-cylon embedded near the jump core, reciting nonsense mixed with useful data.

which did nothing to stop Elizabeth from experiencing ever more aggressive bouts of nausea and hallucinations every time they jumped.

thankfully, getting a thirty percent increase in range over standard jump drives, and occasionally being able use the portion designed from the Cylon drives to make short hops between charges helped some.

Gravity, and an actual bathtub (using heavy filtration and purification between uses on a close tank) helped a lot.  Especially with the 'Elizabeth soils herself again thanks to TDS' problem.

the presence of a medically trained officer aboard was something of an inconvenience.  "Duchess, it's time."

She stood up, "Gawd I don't want to do this..." and followed him to the sick bay.

He laid her in a multispectral medical scanner.

"Your headaches are getting worse." Dr. Huyn said, "And you've got lingering sensations."

"How bad is my thinking meat, doc?" she asked.

"Lesions are progressing at the normal rate, your endorphine counts are depressed, and I would say you're stressing yourself.  Nothing's wrong with your prefrontal cortex or the, as you put it, 'thinking meat', but I would say you're in a fair amount of physical discomfort."

"Tray's cold." she said, "and this is embarrassing."

"That's not the sort of discomfort I mean." Dr. Mai Huyn was a gem of a find-she'd graduated one of the finest medical schools in the Lyran Commonwealth, and then served in the LCAF for four years before returning to Kowloon.  "I'm going to make some changes to your prescriptions right now, to head this off.  You ought to have stopped at NAIS while we were in port at New Avalon, they might have come up with something new."

"Bugger that, I've got an Auditor coming to Kowloon, she's going to be giving everything we've done an old fashioned Mount Asgard anal exam, and I doubt the Archon will be pleased if I'm not there to greet her."

"Pan haxl Neuroin 53, eleven micrograms twice a day." Dr. Huyn said.

"Blue rock? are you serious? Penny overdosed on this!!"

"when a child self medicates that's what happens.  Neuroin 53 isn't as potent as Neuroin 55.  Hopefully the chaser slows things down so you won't need to upgrade your dosage to Neuroin 55 for at least five more years."

"chaser?"

Dr. Huyn placed a speed injector against Liz's neck, right above the Carotid Artery. "the scientific name is long, and you can look it up later, you'll need to do this once per day for a while." it felt like a beesting mixed with a punch.

"YOWCH!! what is it?"

"You can think of it as a sort of 'brain vitamins'.  i didn't like the look of the cystic formations in your brain scan, and this is experimental, I got it because I did visit NAIS and consulted with the medical research team there."

"so I'm the guinea pig?"

"The term is 'clinical trial'." Mai corrected her.  "We're going to see if LD 150 can do anything about those microlesions and fissures, such as slowing their development and preventing Stage two from manifesting early."

"early?"

"You're showing signs of accelerated degradation.  I shouldn't need to use Neuroin of any formulation on you for another five years.  I'm also increasing your Melatonin dosage, and doctor's orders, you are to sleep a minimum of six and a half hours."

"I have work to do..."

"You won't do your best work if you don't sleep...now, open?"

Liz opened her mouth, and the doctor spritzed something that numbed the roof.

she was asleep before she hit the table.

"alright, come get her."

Jack strode in, and collected his Duchess.  "Thank you, Doctor."

"My pleasure.  see that she follows the instructions on her prescriptions...I need to go check on the Hybrid now.  While I'm sure your people are the experts, that woman seemed to be in considerable discomfort after that last jump.  It's almost like she's sharing symptoms with Her Grace."

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Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 17:44:52
Hybrid? ???
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 01 January 2020, 17:52:42
Hybrid? ???

NuBSG lore.  The 'jump controller' of the Baseships in the series is a "hybrid (https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/wiki/Hybrid)", not quite a humanform clone infilitrator, but human looking.  Sits permanently in a gel bath in the baseship, plugged into its systems and runs the ship.  When shown seen babbling nonsense that is considered possibly prophetic between system updates.
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Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 18:04:36
Yikes!  Wouldn't that be close to a "slave" for Liz?  ^-^
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Post by: croaker on 01 January 2020, 18:11:38
Yikes!  Wouldn't that be close to a "slave" for Liz?  ^-^

Well, as a full Cylon, they theoretically have all the circuitry they need to download into an alternate body if they want to.
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Post by: Daryk on 01 January 2020, 18:12:36
How much "want" does a hybrid really have, though?  ???
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 01 January 2020, 20:55:49

It probably wouldn't take much to draw a Cylon Centurion with samurai like esthetics.
No it would not. But it might make the wolverines even more suspicious, given what they've found recently (https://darthmojo.wordpress.com/2009/06/12/bsg-vfx-anatomy-ancient-cylon/)
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 01 January 2020, 21:08:59
"Send all enemy channels, 'We is in yur warship, drinkin' yur beerz', happyface."
  ....aaaand the hyena-on-nitrous-oxide cackling induced by this line has now convinced everyone in a packed McDonalds that I'm auditioning for the next Joker movie.  Thanks a lot, Cannonshop!  :toofunny:
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Post by: JA Baker on 01 January 2020, 21:21:27
  ....aaaand the hyena-on-nitrous-oxide cackling induced by this line has now convinced everyone in a packed McDonalds that I'm auditioning for the next Joker movie.  Thanks a lot, Cannonshop!  :toofunny:
Easy way to get a table to yourself...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 01 January 2020, 22:55:09
How much "want" does a hybrid really have, though?  ???

"I 'want' to go exploring, I don't 'want' to get shot to pieces by everyone while I'm doing it."   Or...

"I 'want' a better body."

Basestars are kind of big, and obvious, and as Hotpoint demonstrated in "Hunted Tribes" they're really soft targets with a huge Tyllium habit.  A Hybrid that wants to see the Inner Sphere, listen to all that sweet-sweet broadcast media and stretch their legs might well volunteer to have a 'body' installed on something less obvious in exchange for a commission as an officer.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 02 January 2020, 00:15:44
Kowloon system...

Daphne took the promotion for what it was: Political.  the orders separated her from the 23rd Arcturan Guard and assigned her directly to the Inspector General's staff, and the follow-up orders put her here.

Those orders were signed by Archon Melissa Steiner-Davion.

Personally.  They hadn't bee brewed up, in other words by the general staff at Mount Asgard.

"Well, Kommandant, there it is." Hauptmann Tinsley said, referencing the blue and white improbability in the viewport.  Kowloon was one of those 'theoretically possible' things that ancient astronomers insisted was too improbable to be more than a mathematical exercise-an earthlike world circling a binary star.  the early settlers had used that improbability, and the improbably long transit distance from the stable zenith and nadir points, to enjoy a sort of 'security through obscurity'.

Thus, when the Rim Worlds Republic stumbled on that world near the end of the Age of War, those locals had been woefully underprepared. 

The original conquest still took more than ten years, and hadn't taken.  When Amaris usurped the Star League Throne, Kowloon's second revolt in a century succeeded so well that by the time General Kerensky's forces arrived, they found a world hungry for vengeance and a terrified Rim Worlds remnant all too eager to surrender in exchange for protection from their former charges.

She knew the history of this world.  How it took the Lyran Commonwealth five years of negotiation, because by then, the reputation of the 171st Kowloon volunteers, and what they did to their former overlords on Elbar, made the planet too hot to use force.

She also knew about the herky-jerky decline, the succession wars that burned up men, the steady removal of investments and increasing economic pressure, how Elizabeth's grandfather had spent five years as a political prisoner until Katrina's ascension.

Elizabeth.

Daphne turned from the window. 
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 02 January 2020, 01:16:50
  I’m not sure if it’s the absolute first rule of being in the military, Daff, but it’s sure as hell up there: “Brass don’t care if you like it.  They just care that you do it.”
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Post by: Daryk on 02 January 2020, 06:26:17
Those orders have exactly zero brass fingerprints on them... they're all Crown, all the way...  ^-^
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 02 January 2020, 08:52:41
Those orders have exactly zero brass fingerprints on them... they're all Crown, all the way...  ^-^

Okay, not Brass, but Gold.  Which is worse, not only don't they want to see it happen despite you hating the job?  They have political expectations on top of it.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 02 January 2020, 10:12:20
Nha Tranh Spaceport...

There was a lot of construction going on...or rather, a lot of re construction.  Foundations that had been all that was left of the Star League era cargo terminal were now hosting the rising skeletons of new construction, the hulking shapes of machinery that had been stripped before the end of the First succession war loomed in the cages of structure beams and ferrocrete forms.  Workers in hard-hats, and construction vehicles roamed wide stretches around the port's grounds. 

Daphne had studied on the weeks long trip here, and she knew-most of those projects had been approved and scheduled during Katrina Steiner's reign, only to be de-funded frequently in favor of other concerns.

a tug vehicle towing a Buccaneer class dropship showed other changes from not even two years ago.  When she'd come here to try and get Liz to help with the 23rd Arcturan Guard's situation, almost none of the visible infrastructure was in place, the dropship she'd arrived on had to use their engines to taxi to an open space near the shed-like "Terminal" buildings.

This time, a concourse bridge on rollers was swinging to meet the personnel lock, and it led straight into a three story tall, kilometer long, modern Port Facility.

Practically a copy of the Nashan sponsored passenger terminal on Alarion.

She caught a reflection in one of the windows.  reinforced Ferroglass.  strong enough to weather the blast of a dropship's engine at close quarters, if it's thick enough.

Daphne and her staff worked their way to the exit lock, and into the terminal itself.

cool air, in February on Kowloon, cool air means air conditioning.  February is high summer in Nha Tranh. Inside the terminal, muted colors and short, dense padded carpeting, though none of the abstract artwork so popular in high-end terminals, the walls inside were a mix of bare brickwork framing photos and images of different places and times in the planet's history, mixed with flat-screens that acted like bulletin boards for local businesses, hotels, shops, and local manufacturers.

This, too, was a change.  the Old port had a small kiosk near the doors, and the customs inspection was right at the entry.  Here, she had to walk for nearly twenty five meters to reach a modern multiscanner with a team of four.

"Passport or identicard, ma'am?"  the woman manning the checkpoint wasn't here when she went through last time. 

Daphne presented her AFFC identicard.

"Oh! You're expected!" the woman said, "Take the red line on the floor and follow it, you don't need a baggage check."

Daphne followed the civil servant's instruction, and realized she'd been reaching for a billfold of her own accord, only to NOT be asked for the usual 'gratuities'.

The red line led to a door in the ferroglas wall, and it opened when she swiped her AFFC Identicard's RFID chip in front of a standard reader-the kind you usually find in the armory of a military base, or 'mech bay.

through the doors, she entered a lounge. One area was glassed in, with people enjoying tobacco and cannabis products, subconsciously, she noted that the vent-hood's filtering must be maintained, because it wasn't lingering in a haze in spite of the mandatory pressure sealing.

She's done this in two years.  and then, Daphne caught sight of the airport's security personnel.

The uniforms were crisp, professional, and almost more business suits than combat boots...except for the ones who were three meters tall and chromed.   She paused, her aide almost running into her, and studied them.

The chromed guards had an almost-smock-like covering, as light tan as the human uniforms, with a Leatherette Sam Browne style belt rig.  Like their human counterparts, they carried a pistol-shaped 'lectra-dart stunner in an open holster on one side, and a rubberized wooden baton on the other, and like their human counterparts, they wore a simple, circular badge on the left breast pocket of their uniform blouse, with a nametag on the right, when one of the guards turned, she saw the words "Port Police" stenciled in english across the back at shoulder level.

Elizabeth's influence there...or maybe more to the point, the things the girl insisted 'ought to be'-such as separating the Military, Militia, and Police into unique entities.

"Lot to take in, huh, Herr Kommandant?"  a voice buzzed.  Daphne almost jumped out of her skin at the person who materialized beside her.  Shoulder-length black hair framed a face made of medical myomers and poorly done grafts, the eyes were black, seemed lidless, and were fused into the sockets.

"Colonel Evelynn Mosovich, Kowloon Militia." a hand was extended.

"Kommandant Daphne Rowe, Inspector General's office of the AFFC..."

"Welcome to Kowloon, Kommandant.  I was surprised they'd send you, someone up the chain must've been impressed you could get the Duchess moving that fast."

Daphne couldn't keep from staring..."your..face?"

"Tamar. Small laser through the vision blocks on a third model Patton during the evacuation."  Mosovich explained, "They managed to keep me alive but I'd be blind and in agony if someone hadn't stepped in with a lot of experimental medical tech.  I'm technically retired from the AFFC, but you know how it is, an eight year tour isn't gonna generate much in the way of a pension."

Daphne fell in step beside the Militia Colonel.  "So...you're The Evelynn Mosovich." she said, regaining some of her composure.

"Yeah, the holos don't do justice to just how bad it looks, do they?"

"You're also the designated replacement for the Duchess as her heir, I kind of skimmed the images and read the file. It seems odd she'd pick someone older than she is to be her heir."

"I'll outlive Liz, barring getting shot or having an accident." Evelynn told her, "That's guaranteed.  I'm not happy about that."

Mosovich led her into a quieter part of the building, and down the stairs to a parking garage before she would explain that statement.

"You'd better explain that comment, what do you mean you're going to outlive her??" Daphne demanded.

Evelynn nodded to Lt. Kinney, "Get in the vehicle and close the door, Leutnant, it's field-grade talk and not for shavetails."

he looked to Daphne, who nodded.

Evelynn led her to a pillar one and a half spaces from the staff-car.

"Elizabeth's dying." she said, "She's known about it for a long time, it's not treatable, not curable, and when she goes, they won't even be able to make her comfortable."

"that..that's...what??"

"Elizabeth has Cholmann's, it's why she's not going to Coventry Military Academy Prep this year, or any year. It's why she can't be drafted, and it's why her exemption doesn't violate the Emergency Act."  Evelynn explained.  "She's going to die in agony before she's forty, and when she goes, nobody will be able to do anything for the pain but administer a bullet.  she's known since she was eleven."

Mosovich laid a hand on her shoulder, "Now, Kommandant, so do you, and maybe you can put two and two together and figure out why she doesn't want you around while she rides the downward spiral.  the three of you were close, Pat read me her letters from the time in Rehab.  She doesn't spend much time with me either-no more than is necessary for each of us to do our jobs, because she knows what that does."

"Does she?"

"She saw how it affected me-my dad had alzheimers, it was so far progressed he..the 'him' part was gone leaving a body behind that couldn't remember, couldn't learn..." Evelynn paused.  "you don't want to be there for that, but you're here, now.  I have broken confidences to make sure you understand what's going on with her.  Don't make me regret it, Kommandant."
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Post by: croaker on 02 January 2020, 10:33:28
Sounds like Ms Rowe is at least a semi-competant human being, here... so long as she doesn't get a wild hair up her *** and decide "Hey, let's restart the RWR! Great idea!".....
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Post by: Daryk on 02 January 2020, 12:26:25
She was at least listening...

EDIT: Missing letter...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 02 January 2020, 13:14:10
Sounds like Ms Rowe is at least a semi-competant human being, here... so long as she doesn't get a wild hair up her *** and decide "Hey, let's restart the RWR! Great idea!".....

for those who don't know because you weren't there...during the original FGC '62 game, the creator of the Daphne Rowe character split the Lyran Commonwealth and joined part of it to the Periphery with a resurgent Rim Worlds Republic (this was before we had a lot of hard data on the RWR, Kerensky's period in the SLDF, and such.  Nobody in the fandom really knew or understood just how outright nasty the RWR really was going to turn out to be, because it predated the Era Report document by something like seven years.)

Needless to say, I was brought into that game about three months later, as part of an effort to salvage the Lyran faction.  This effort ended up with the original Arluna Flu, and bringing up I think the 3rd? incarnation of Elizabeth Ngo, as my unfortunate influence ended up turning the FGC'62 game into a Ngoverse-like soap opera.  I dipped heavily into that, for the 4th version of the Ngoverse stories, including inserting whole sections almost-uncut from it.

One of the outcomes, was that Liz and Daphne ended up with a sort-of-relationship that was initially approved by Daphne's original creator-they'd been childhood friends, in drug rehab.  Daphne in that story didn't find out about Elizabeth's illness until everyone (and I mean everyone) else did-Liz 'pitched a fit' in public, on Terra, during another attempt to form the Star League.  (this was also the game that wound up with Liz and Jaime Wolf knocking boots after a successful soc. roll and a failed save-the GM offstage challenged me to make it interesting, and I took it waaaay too far, to the sadistic giggles of the few people left in that game by then. Nothing R-rated, I just wrote the initial encounter, and the aftermath of that night, and left it up to people's imaginations how that would play out.  Racy by 1940s standards, or even 1950s...but G-rated by modern television)

Point is, the idea that Elizabeth would not be a sunny ray of sunshine was old hat, having her dislike someone who was up to that point either in-character respected or liked by everyone, including her enemies (as Daphne was, thanks in part to implied shennanigans) being disliked by Elizabeth for not only something unfair, but also beyond her control?  That part was fun.

The 'Broken Friendship' part was even better.  Unlike the FC/62 game, when I went to the 4th version of Liz, I left an opening for reconciliation, and axed the (rather distasteful and somewhat poorly concieved) attempt at reviving a state that pretty much everyone on all sides including their former subjects, was glad to be rid of.

There ARE vestiges here.  Daphne IS descended from a RWR official who defected to the LC when he saw the writing on the wall, and her family ARE well-connected nobles with fingers in the Realm's finances to a degree that may be unhealthy.

I kept the best parts, I think.  THIS Daphne, like in Ngoverse v.4, has a deep and abiding Lyran Patriotism. if Katy kills mommy and secedes the Lyrans to form the LA, she'll be a Kathrinist, and proud of it.  If she doesn't, she'll be one of those irritant localists who grumble and bitch about 'Davion Influence' but still jump if a Steiner-Davion says 'frog'.

(top secret: she has a picture of Peter in her footlocker. it's got lipstick marks.  they're hers.  she's had it since...well...she's got a crush, mm-kay? No chance in hell of doing anything about it, and she may eventually grow out of it, but even this late, in her late teens/early 20s with a rank she was saddled with instead of earning? she's got a monster of a crush.)

Breakdowns:

Daphne was the oldest of the trio.  some 2 years older than Penelope Doons, who was the middle girl.  Liz was the kid of the group, but she was also the dominant personality and the instigator.  thus, Daphne was at the Academy when Penny overdosed-and couldn't get free with midterms looming.  Liz has, predictably, never forgiven this on the emotional level.  Mind that here we are in 3052, and Lizzie is only now turning sixteen. she's going to spend her 'sweet sixteen' vomiting in an airsickness bag and taking the same drugs that killed her best friend.

Ah, the life of Nobility..!

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Post by: Daryk on 02 January 2020, 14:32:05
The hilarious part is that Daphne just might get to MEET Peter... Liz already met Arthur (not that he was the main event there...).  Heck if Peter ends up needing to be sent to the back of beyond for some reason (::)), Kowloon just might be far enough away...
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Post by: willis on 02 January 2020, 14:56:43
It would be interesting if the final 5 make an appearance, help develop the tech to allow for either Elizabeth Ngo to be healed or allow for her mind to be transferred into a human form cyclon body that is her exact likeness, with the ability to carry a child like Sharon in BSG cannon?

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 January 2020, 15:12:49
Marjorie Hills housing development, Kowloon...

"We're here." Evelynn said.

"Here? I've been to the Ducal Palace-"

"You mean the grounds of Nha Tranh University, Kommandant." Evelynn said, "Liz lives in 1224 Independence Avenue-and that's right over there, at the peak of the cul-de-sac.  You'll be lodged in 1225, since the Archon wants you close to her.  they're pretty nice, all things considered."

Daphne got out of the car after the Colonel did.  "Split level housing?"

"It's a housing development, yeah, affordable, cheap to maintain...and close to the Nha Tranh garrison, that is, the new one. Most of the neighbourhood here are staff or military.  there's a Gymnasium in the clubhouse down the road, with a pool, it's open to the public."

"you know, Colonel, anyone else would be offended or surprised..." Daphne said in a wondering tone, "...I remember her talking about just this kind of thing.  Her idea of the perfect Noble's fortress.  Even Penny thought she was daft..."

"I won't disagree." Evelynn answered.  "Liz has some peculiar ideas about her position, about what is appropriate, she's got the Assembly meeting in the covered soccer pitch in downtown, meetings are open to the public, and that's a whole other species of security nightmare.  They took up the artificial turf, put in the desks and a speaker system.  Offices on the Concession level, the actual futbol pitch was moved to the north side, right in the middle of an open field, and they have to cut the grass, because it's outdoors, per ducal order..."

"...no games can be delayed due to weather." Daphne said, "Rugby on Tuesdays?"

"All summer long." Evelynn confirmed, "She's got a seat reserved all season, she almost never gets to use it except the inaugural game of the season and the final game of the playoffs.  Sometimes she'll give her ticket out for a few games if she knows she won't be able to even pretend to attend.  On the other hand, she doesn't particularly care for Futbol, so her box ends up lotteried out to people who are fans by the League."

"There are people on Donegal who'll call that a bloody heresy." Daphne said, "liking Ruggy and not Soccer? Heretical, even improper for a young lady!"

"I note that it is Monday." Evelynn said, "Liz isn't due back for several weeks, and as her Governor-Regent, I did secure tickets for the All Tans versus Orcas game tomorrow night."

"Are you inviting me along?"

"Crowds are a bit small, I've got Eighteen Kroner on the Orcas, being as they're my home team." Evelynn noted, "It's probably not as tame as the games you're used to. I understand Gridiron and Soccer are both more popular where you're from-"

"If you're buying the beer, I'm there." Daphne said suddenly, "If I'm welcome?"

"Pick you up at four, will Mister Kinney be joining us?"

"Of course, I rely on my aide for a lot." Daphne said.

"Well, get some rest, Until Liz comes back, you'll have to sit through boring staff meetings tomorrow starting at zero six thirty.  These are the house keys, there's a car in the garage-don't scuff it too badly, please.  If you require anything specific, there's a telephone directory under the phone, the axxess net is unlocked and the fridge is stocked, if you need more than that? I'm staying in the red house at the end of the street, and the blue house is manned when I'm not here."

Daphne walked up the concrete path to the front door, past a neatly cut, but hardly manicured, front lawn, and unlocked the door.

The setup was something they'd debated when Elizabeth was a girl.  the gist was that Liz felt that a Ducal Palace in a city was a target, one that inevitably results in massive civilian casualties.  she could hardly argue that, the Duke of Tamar had effectively demonstrated that, as had the Duke of Apollo-the Clans had cut a massive hole in both capitals and then laid waste to broad swathes of both cities to get at those strong points, with the inevitable loss of lives around them.

Elizabeth's argument was that a Ducal palace should absolutely not be a palace.  Not when the entire city, the entire region provides a much better palace.  Hohiro Kurita had only survived on Turtle bay, evading capture, because the Grandson of Takeshi Kurita had been out drinking in the low-town when the Jaguars landed.

Daphne had no doubts at all, that every home for blocks was either a Ducal staffer, military person, or Police officer.  as she walked into the main room, touches of Elizabeth's taste were visible everywhere.  The quality materials were applied to common, almost austere furnishings.  the landscape art on the walls was taken from Kowloon itself...

"Doors are reinforced." Kinney said, "There's endo-steel plates under the drywall, backed by Ferrocrete...this place is built to LCAF bunker spec."

"There's probably an escape route in the basement?"

he put the sensor array away.  "Yeah." he said.  "Affordable my ass.  it looks cheap, but I'll lay a wager that any stick-builds on this street are there intentionally as chaff.  I noticed surveillance cams in the drainage grates, and that roundabout we passed is just about big enough to house an air defense artillery installation."

"The whole housing development is the fortress." Daphne asserted.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 02 January 2020, 15:15:27
I also have some tech ideas for the coast guard, based on the design sequences of Renegade Legion and Classic Traveller:

--anti-gravity lifters: allows vessels massing up to a maximum of 100,000 tons to enter a planetary atmosphere and maneuver/land
Mass: 1% of the total vessel mass

--artificial gravity & inertial compensation: this system allows any equipped vessel to maintain a ship wide earth type 1 gravity and cancels the effects of the vessels inertia while traveling at normal and overthrust thrust ratings. In the event of any sudden/combat maneuvers or weapons impacts, the crew/passengers will feel the impact with possible injury due to hitting the wall/floor/ceiling or from flying objects not secured
Mass: 1% of the total vessel mass

--crew support systems: this includes all of the hallways, fire suppression, air circulation, waste/water recycling, plumbing, power distribution, emergency equipment, computer/communications, lifts and access ways for the embarked crew and passengers
Mass: 5% of the total vessel mass

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 02 January 2020, 15:32:04
he put the sensor array away.  "Yeah." he said.  "Affordable my ass.  it looks cheap, but I'll lay a wager that any stick-builds on this street are there intentionally as chaff.  I noticed surveillance cams in the drainage grates, and that roundabout we passed is just about big enough to house an air defense artillery installation."

"The whole housing development is the fortress." Daphne asserted.

It just doesn't look like that when looking down from above, or taking shots from a dropship coming in or leaving.
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Post by: Sir Chaos on 02 January 2020, 15:45:31
It just doesn't look like that when looking down from above, or taking shots from a dropship coming in or leaving.

As long as your fortress doesn´t *look* like a fortress, the enemy isn´t going to bother sending fortress-busting levels of force.
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Post by: Daryk on 02 January 2020, 16:18:54
If they send battle mechs to come knocking, that's absolutely bunker busting levels of force...
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Post by: worktroll on 02 January 2020, 16:35:57
"Something's wrong. Bad wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"No-one's fallen into a basement yet."
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Post by: Daryk on 02 January 2020, 16:36:55
LOL!  ;D
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Post by: croaker on 02 January 2020, 16:46:18
Dear Mrs Helgemayer;

I am writing this to explain why Jimmy was not able to turn in his homework yesterday. I know it is something of an odd thing to happen, but I'm sure you recall yesterday's unpleasantness. Unfortunately, while we were out to dinner, a battlemech stepped on our house. Jimmy's homework was lost in the debris. I am sure that if you can see it in your heart to allow it, he will be glad to rewrite it.

Thank You,

Bethany Qua
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Post by: Daryk on 02 January 2020, 17:14:42
LOL!  ;D
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 02 January 2020, 18:08:50
Dear Mrs Helgemayer;

I am writing this to explain why Jimmy was not able to turn in his homework yesterday. I know it is something of an odd thing to happen, but I'm sure you recall yesterday's unpleasantness. Unfortunately, while we were out to dinner, a battlemech stepped on our house. Jimmy's homework was lost in the debris. I am sure that if you can see it in your heart to allow it, he will be glad to rewrite it.

Thank You,

Bethany Qua

Dear Miss Qua,

I suspect you are unaware of our new computer system upgrades donated by Cy-Lon Industries to the school.  Including a 'cloud based' data storage system for homework assignments and submitting them.  The regrettable destruction of your home terminal did not render unrecoverable young Jimmy's homework.  I even pulled up his work folder with my administrative access, and it is all right there.  And looks exactly like three other students' work, that I suspect Jimmy hadn't had time to rework to appear different.  Attached is a list of scheduled times to come see me for a parent-teacher conference to discuss with Jimmy this incident.

Respectfully yours,

Mrs Linh Helgemayer.
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Post by: Daryk on 02 January 2020, 18:38:30
That is SO Kowloon...  :D
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Post by: croaker on 02 January 2020, 18:59:51
Dear Miss Qua,

I suspect you are unaware of our new computer system upgrades donated by Cy-Lon Industries to the school.  Including a 'cloud based' data storage system for homework assignments and submitting them.  The regrettable destruction of your home terminal did not render unrecoverable young Jimmy's homework.  I even pulled up his work folder with my administrative access, and it is all right there.  And looks exactly like three other students' work, that I suspect Jimmy hadn't had time to rework to appear different.  Attached is a list of scheduled times to come see me for a parent-teacher conference to discuss with Jimmy this incident.

Respectfully yours,

Mrs Linh Helgemayer.

Frau Helgemayer;

I thank you for the clarification. I will be sure to share the wisdom of your approach with young James this evening when his father returns from work. You may be sure he will have much more time to devote to actually doing the work himself going forward. Please do not be alarmed if certain parts of his Physical Education scores suffer as he will be devoting his former "range" time to his studies until I am satisfied with his performance.

Sincerely,

Debrah Qua

PS: I hereby rescind my permission for James to take part in the Spider Moon field trip. He will be too busy re-writing every essay he has been assigned this semester.
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Post by: Sharpnel on 03 January 2020, 02:34:34
How many Moms does Jimmy Qua have?
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Post by: worktroll on 03 January 2020, 03:14:31
Two's normal enough. Leaving out group marriages, marriage contracts, clans, and other staples of science fiction.
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Post by: cklammer on 03 January 2020, 08:58:07
Could be an aunt writing first and the mother replying later what with mechs stomping through the hood.

The Quas most likely have more urgent issurs to see to at a time lile this
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Post by: Cannonshop on 03 January 2020, 10:57:54
Special Holding and Containment, New Circe.

Cavil studied the images and video.  A Human girl, almost a child, flanked by or accompanied by, or being assisted by Centurions.  Centurions with individual markings, even modifications.

"This is...horrible." he his voice was more emotional than anyone on the guard staff had ever heard.  "Who is she and what did she do to my people?"

"What's your impression?"  Riverson asked.

"My impression? a human has enslaved cylons, that's my impression!" Cavil almost tossed the images on the floor in emphasis, "There is no possible way those Cylons are serving her willingly!  It violates everything we fought for! You want to talk about atrocities? Right, this, right here.  this is absolutely unacceptable!!  Decorations, like pets, like possesions!, servile...I can't even describe the vileness of this. Did your people do this?"

"We didn't do it, we were concerned it might have been one of your people's plans."  Riverson said, "I'm still leaning that way."

Cavil sighed, "We wouldn't do that to our own kind, there was a faction that wanted to guide...to rule the colonials, but-"  he stopped.

On the page in front of him, he laid a finger, and then, a nasty, slow chuckle... "oh...I see now." he looked smug, his prior offense gone.

"what is he pointing at?" Riverson asked.

"it's an advertising poster in the background...'Cy-lon Technical services'..."

"I know you won't stop her to protect my people." Cavil said nastily, "but you might, to protect yours.  They're taking over.  the hand that rocks the cradle indeed rules the world." he chuckled again, "Check and mate, Radioman.  If she's enslaved them and you don't do anything, they'll gain leverage across all of humanity and when they break free?  and that's if she's enslaved them.  If it's the faction that wanted to 'guide and shape' humanity, you can't afford to let them grow either-not if you want to see your civilization remain controlled by your species.  The take over will be slower, but it will be far more complete...and if you try anything you'll have to go to war with the rest of them, not just us, but all those human worlds they're gaining influence on."  he laughed harder..."Oh this is wonderful news!!"  he clapped.  "Congratulations, humanity has already lost!"


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Post by: Daryk on 03 January 2020, 11:05:06
Cavil doesn't get it on SO many levels...  ::)
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Post by: Cannonshop on 03 January 2020, 11:22:14
The Cylon Colony...

"..no matter what, we can't allow this." Doral said, "The fives are united in this matter, John.  the renegades have gone too far.  Centurions fighting the enemies of humans? our technology in the hands of Humans? Cylons working as menials for humans?  Unacceptable."

"You tolerated it as a cover." the Doctor said.  "I recall you even took particular relish in the role."

"That was mocking them! Imitation, stealth-these renegades have made themselves subordinate to them!!"

Boomer Eight stood aside, listening, and studying the images.  "She's a girl." she said, "A child."

"We've killed children-"

"They're influencing her." Boomer interjected.  "a CHILD with authority over a planet, and who's giving her her advice?"  she tapped a finger and images of Sixes, Threes, Twos, and Eights, captured by press, intelligence outfits, and the subconsciously-transmitted memories of Eights.  "We are.  She spends more time with Centurions than she does other humans."

"An in?" John asked, "A lever?"

"It is a plan the three of you, and your models, rejected before."  Boomer said, "I remember that the Threes also objected to it, yet here they are, carrying it out."

John sighed, "What do we know about them?" he asked, "What do your sisters know?"

"Kowloon.  These are the coordinates." Boomer announced, "The humans there, were once enslaved to a nation called the 'Rim Worlds Republic', they spent three centuries fighting to free themselves, had a brief period of independence, and then were absorbed by this empire-the Lyran Commonwealth, which has been somewhat heavy handed with them."

The image in their shared vision flickered.  "Elizabeth Ngo, age fifteen, dying."

"They're all dying."

"She's going to die a particularly horrible and nasty death, a defect in her biology is slowly eroding her biological neural network-like Daniel's defect, only slower, and potentially more agonizing.  Apparently god decided that Daniel's defect should be visited on a human, only turned up a notch-by the age of forty, this girl will be in pain that can only be treated with death.  Kind of a shame, the girl has many of your personality traits, John. she would have made a good Cylon."

"Ruthless, you mean?"

"Devoted, ruthless, intelligent, charismatic."  Boomer clarified, adding "Doomed. a candle that burns twice as bright."

"Snuff the candle." Doral urged.  "Do it now. do it before the Renegades lead us all into bondage or worse!"
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Post by: Daryk on 03 January 2020, 11:24:48
Heh... it's not just the one Cavil that doesn't get it...  ^-^
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Post by: Cannonshop on 03 January 2020, 11:49:04
Clan Kurultai, over HPG...

"...Robots.  they used robots!" Khan Lincoln Osis was livid.  "this is more than an affront, it's an obscenity!"

"They took one of your warships.  Of course it is an obscenity."  Elias Crichell of the Jade Falcon Clan noted, "who would have thought the Spheroids would forget the dangers of such devices?  Didn't everyone's experience with the Caspar SDS drones filter through??"

"I am not convinced.  The battleroms only showed armored troops, the media is obvious propaganda."  the Steel Viper Khan said, "We have yet to see any sign of even twenty-eighth century technology among the traitor lords, and surely if they had such systems, we would have encountered them before, or you would have."

IlKhan Ulric listened on the channel as his subordinates argued.

"We need to know the truth." He finally stated.  "Kowloon is...off of the planned invasion corridors.  I will offer one of three choices to this Council.. First choice, bid to strike Kowloon and find the truth of this matter in person, whichever Clan does so, by definition, will have to divert front line forces to carrying out such a reconaissance...option two, continue with the advance on Terra, and hope for some salvage or other indicator in the debris of victory.  Option three? We ignore the ludicrous notion that the backwards inner sphere is suddenly fielding super-robot-drone-soldiers, and accept that the strategic plan to take Luthien was critically flawed and reliant on bad assumptions.  the Traitor-Lords have simply decided to take us seriously, and forces should be adjusted accordingly." 

he waited for the outrage to die down, "I am not willing to support bringing in any additional Clans! The travel time from the homeworlds here is six months!  by then, if the Smoke Jaguar Clan's suspicions are correct, we will need all of the Clans simply to hold what has been liberated thus far.  If they are unfounded, it represents a waste of resources, time and materiel that will delay the advance unacceptably and we will wind up needing that reinforcement simply to protect our flanks."

"Clan Jade Falcon's SaKhan supports Option 'A'." Nicolai Malthus stated.
"The Khan of Jade Falcon seconds, Option A is preferred." Crichell added.
"AFF! Yes, Clan Smoke Jaguar supports Option A...both Khans."
"Option C." the Khan of Clan Novacat stated, "We believe this was a matter of poor flank security  on the part of the Smoke Jaguars, and overconfidence. a delay in the offensive toward Holy Terra would be unacceptable."
"Option C, or Option B." The Steel Viper Khan stated, "We will be on the watch for 'advanced salvage', but the claims of the Smoke Jaguar Khans are patently ridiculous, they lost-the Spheroids simply out-fought them."
"Clan Hell's Horses does not believe in fairy tales. Option C."  both Khans nodded.
"When I and my Sakhan are agreeing with the Horses, it must be so.  Option C." the Ghost Bear Khan announced, looking with distaste at the Khans who share his invasion corridor.
"What is Clan Wolf's position?"

Ulric looked to Natasha, and shrugged, "I support option A. if they have a technology that can take any of us by surprise, we need to know what it is, and how to counter it, or we need to know how to deny it to them...what do the other reserve Clans have to say about this?"

"Clan Diamond Shark supports option A.  Both Khans support it.  I would offer that we volunteer-"

"No. your view is noted." he pressed his hands together, "Do any of you feel you might change your votes before we finalize this?"

In the end, after some votes changed, Ulric had to weigh in his own vote as IlKhan.

"begin bidding, who gets the questionable honor of this attack?"
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Post by: JA Baker on 03 January 2020, 12:05:57
Heh... it's not just the one Cavil that doesn't get it...  ^-^
Or he does, and is trying to nip it in the bud before it spreads
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Post by: Cannonshop on 03 January 2020, 12:07:48
Arluna System, KCGS Tran Truk Ngo...

fire wrapped her legs, the flames distorting the streets in front of her. Choking smoke and the tingle of radiation infused her being.
The Greater Synagogue was in flames, choking air black with fallout ash.
She knew, somewhere up there, the SLS
Belleau Wood was still firing on the city.  she looked at her hands, the flesh burning away.
"Never forget what they did to Dinh Diep." Penny said beside her, "It has happened before, it can happen again.  The Star League comes."


Reality reasserted itself, and Elizabeth found herself face in a 'safe' position, her vomit flowing from her mouth, the diaper lining of a skinsuit already filling.

"Elizabeth, are you with us?"  Jack asked, "are you aware?"

"The clans are coming." she said, "They're coming for Kowloon the way the SLDF did against my ancestors on behalf of Amaris.  Can we use the Tyllium drives? do we have the fuel? we need to be home now to prepare to face them."

"Your grace, there's no reason to believe-" Johnson was trying to say.

"ASK GEHENNA!!" she screamed, "ask the Hybrid, she saw it too..." she turned to Jack, "This is a Ducal Order, get this ship to Kowloon, post-haste, and call a war council, we don't have a lot of time!!"
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Post by: Daryk on 03 January 2020, 12:22:16
Did they actually name the hybrid "Gehenna"?  Just wondering if Liz was making a different reference...  ???
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Post by: Daryk on 03 January 2020, 12:30:20
And something else that occurred to me... if they actually did name the hybrid Gehenna, Liz just demonstrated another reason for hybrids to be spouting nonsense...  ^-^
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 03 January 2020, 12:44:26
Heh... it's not just the one Cavil that doesn't get it...  ^-^
it's endemic to his model line. as i mentioned earlier in describing cylon voting, individuals within a model line don't usually vary much. i suspect this is because that they each receive a pre-packaged personality (either a baseline for their model or more likely an amalgamation of the model line's archived experiences) when they are "produced".
as a result, all the individuals within a given model line usually think pretty much the same, and have the same personality. the same mental limitations. only individuals that (while knowing what they are) form fairly close bonds outside cylon society and/or suffer traumatic experiences, develop their own distinct personality. we see this with Boomer and Athena in the eights, and Caprica 6 and Gina in the sixes.
so basically, the Cavil line will never understand, because cavil's are incapable of understanding it by personality, and they never immerse themselves into human culture enough to learn better (due to their sense of superiority over humans. even when they infiltrate colonial society, they keep themselves apart mentally.)

this actually bodes well for the rebel cylons in the Rim Commonality and Kowloon.. not only have they had some of the programming blocks removed (letting them get the opportunity to see human society with fresh eyes) but they also are spending a lot of time interacting with humanity as something other than just infiltrators, so their individuality should be much stronger than the recidivist cylons lead by Cavil.
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 03 January 2020, 13:20:27
And everyone thinks Ulric Kerensky is a good guy. ::)

No, he is tying up this invasion anyway he has to.  Sending off troops on a wild goosechase, and getting them bogged down on a world notorious for difficulty in occupation.  To quote Ambassador Londo Mollari "Any force attempting to invade would be neck deep in blood, its own!"

But he is happy to have Kowloonese die for his delay.
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Post by: mikecj on 03 January 2020, 16:17:05
Of course he is... he knows the history.  Whatever they think, Kowloon won't be a walkover or knuckle under.  The flies are invading the fly paper.

And that suits Ulric just fine... notice how he squashed use of a reserve clan?
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 03 January 2020, 17:11:29
i suspect the Falcons will get the "honor", just in keeping with the usual kowloon meta-story. of course, this kowloon has barely begun its army overhaul and uparming process, so the attack will probably play out differently in details (if not in outcome).

on the otherhand, they have the cylon republic watching their backs, the Cavil's nutjobs are on their way as well (what do you want to bet they arrive around the same time?), and the wolverines might be able to provide a bit of assistance on the sly.
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 03 January 2020, 18:30:59
i suspect the Falcons will get the "honor", just in keeping with the usual kowloon meta-story. of course, this kowloon has barely begun its army overhaul and uparming process, so the attack will probably play out differently in details (if not in outcome).

on the otherhand, they have the cylon republic watching their backs, the Cavil's nutjobs are on their way as well (what do you want to bet they arrive around the same time?), and the wolverines might be able to provide a bit of assistance on the sly.

Finally Liz knows they are coming, but the Clans don't know that she knows and assumes anything Cylon is local manufacture, not the tip of a technological OCP iceberg.  And I don't see Elizabeth shying away from nuclear weapons, broadcasting the relevant portions of the Ares Conventions after the first wave (basically military targets only, and only those sufficiently removed from civilian space habitation or traffic) initiates among their dropships.
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Post by: Daryk on 03 January 2020, 19:09:16
I'm pretty sure she'll still stir them up into a frothing rage... she's good at that...
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Post by: JA Baker on 03 January 2020, 19:26:16
Who knows: maybe she'll end up with a warship for Hanse?


Maybe a Black Lion or an Aegis? Falcons had a lot of those...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 03 January 2020, 21:21:52
Kowloon, 35 hours later...

"hello Daffy.  Colonel Mosovich, How fast can you raise as many forces as humanly possible because we do not have a lot of time."  Elizabeth hadn't bothered with makeup, and her eyes were red with swelling.

Notably, she WAS freshly showered.

"We've barely gotten the militia reorganized, what kind of rush is on the schedule?"  Evelynn asked.

"I've got Li going out to tell me exactly that, assume within two months we're going to be staring down the barrels of a Clan force, how much can you put together to counter that? Assume two months is a maximum, what's our biggest possible defense force assuming a three week transit from the jump points and the enemy arriving tomorrow?"

"Ground forces Militia in the major regions can maybe bring up three regiments of infantry."  Evelynn said, "That's calling in the ban and the fit portions of the arriere-ban."

"Do it. right now, or as soon as physically possible.  Get the training school people to the factories at Camranh, Camp John, and New Saigon, they're to go over the new vehicles right off the production line and get them ready for action..." she paused, "Daffy, how long will it take you to get whatever forces the Archon gave you to put me out of business loaded on dropships and bound for here, and where are they coming from?"

"Three jumps away right now..." Daphne settled on preserving SOME operational security over denying that AFFC had a force ready to move in the event that the 'new immigrants' to Kowloon had to be driven away and the Duchess arrested.

"Get them, tell them whatever lies or truths you need to tell them to get them boarding ship for Kowloon ASAP.  I need to talk to Gina about how many of her assets she's willing to lend us... Evelynn, gimme a status report by FIVE, I need contingencies for enemy assault landings should they get past the Guard, which they will, and get local regionals to start emplacing fortifications, assume this will be a Dinh Diep situation."

and with that, having disrupted the morning staff meetings, Liz was gone.

"Dinh Diep?" Lt. Kinney asked.

"The scar.  in twenty-seven-twenty nine, back when House Amaris was considered a loyal supporter of the Cameron dynasty."  it was a story Daphne knew well, both from Liz, and from her own family's history, "The Kowloonese revolted against the Rim Worlds Republic, they almost succeeded, decimating the 281st Rim Worlds Guards regiment and the 122nd Republican Guard.  The planetary capital was the city of Dinh Diep, home to fifteen million people.  House Amaris called on the SLDF, which sent the 22nd Heavy Regiment which had been on manuevers at Arluna with the LCAF, and the warship SLS Belleau Wood."

"You can see the scar from orbit." Evelynn mentioned, "The clean-up took forty years."

He was shocked, "What happened?"

"The revolt was led by an ex-Star League special forces officer, he was a pretty effective leader-they successfully opposed the assault landings, bad intel-"

"a lot of us still think it wasn't, story was that Kerensky investigated and he didn't think it was bad intel either." Evelynn noted.

"-Bad intel marked a series of fortified buildings near the municipal powerplant in Dinh Diep, which was a Hanford-N pattern water-boiler fission plant.  Stray fire-"

"Alleged stray fire." Evelynn insisted.

"-stray shots, hit the powerplant. a Naval-grade PPC brought the low-yeild nuclear material to critical mass, wiping out the city.  General Phllip Chivington was cleared in the inquest, in spite of it being a blatant violation of the Ares Conventions, since neither government wished to prosecute at the time."

"oh my god, how??"

"They lost half a regiment or more trying to land in the city."  Evelynn noted, "since the 'insurgents' were mixed into the civilian population by dint of being the civilian population, Phil redesignated the city as a military target, and called in orbital support fire to cover his second landing wave.  Lost another quarter of the regiment when the powerplants went up.  Story from Tran Truk Ngo's journal is that Chivington was forced into retirement in 2731, and when then-Major Kerensky did a second inquest, the results were quashed by the Tribunal board as being politically unacceptable."

Daphne capped it, "No charges were filed, no convictions ever registered."

"A 'Dinh Diep' situation means Liz has reason to believe whoever is coming, is coming with significant force and they'll be operating under weapons-free rules of engagement."  Mosovich explained, "it's a win-or-die scenario.  The Clans claim descent from the SLDF."

"but the Star League was humanity's best!" Kinney said it, he believed it.

"They've done worse before." Daphne noted.  "Including Dinh Diep.  we have a legendary view of them today, but if you look at original sources..."

"Nice people don't forge interstellar empires or sit on feuds." Evelynn added.  "When you look at a map, there's something that was there, back in 2729, and it's not there now-and the Star League did that, too." she finished putting her notes away. "Your pardon, Kommandant, but I suddenly have a lot more work than I expected to do."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 03 January 2020, 22:03:26
History isn't Legendary

Daphne Rowe didn't call in the backup. She didn't call in the backup, because in those brief minutes Liz was there, she saw symptoms.  Drugs have side-effects.  Glazed eyes, suppressed emotional response, a pallor that leaves a slight bluish tinge to the complexion.

she's using Blue rock. Neuroin-53. paranoia was also a symptom.

the same stuff that killed Penny.  Liz is using.

Angry, unforgiving Elizabeth was better, in Daphne's opinion, than an Elizabeth who was hooked on Blue Rock, using hard drugs.

that's a gut reaction. she walked out of the headquarters center and sat down on a bench outside the building with her thoughts.  what she's already dying of, it might not have any more effect on her mentality than a tobacco cigarette.

The possibility, the certainty of that, was in a way, far worse.

"Phennig for your thoughts, Hauptmann?"  a tall woman with strawberry blonde hair asked, "Off the record."

Daphne took a moment to process the woman, until a name floated to the top, "Kristiana Hoffenbakker?"

"Former Journo, currently her Grace's press attache." Kristiana offered a hand.

Daphne shook it.  "You're with Cy-Lon?" she asked.

"Oh, well, I'm with Kowloon right now.  but yes, I am a Cylon.  Doesn't bother you too much?"

Daphne shook her head, "no, I guess it doesn't."

"Heavy thoughts?"

"When I was a girl, I had two friends and we were very close, in a bad situation.  We all thought we'd made it out...but then, one friend, she started using again and I couldn't bear it, so I cut her off, and when I did, I lost the other one."

"Rough." Kristiana said, joining her on the bench.

"I...the one I lost? she's using again, only she has a reason that isn't the addiction.  I'm having problems coping with the reason, or the actions, but I can't leave, I can't hide from it this time." Daphne confessed.  "it's selfish of me."

"selfishness is part of being alive." Kristiana said, "We all have it, to a degree-I took a job with the Duchess because I selfishly wanted to build my media without having to live on salt-noodles and unpaid bills, but at my core, I really prefer to be finding and exposing the truth of things, of people, I loved being a reporter, I'm less happy with being...an advertiser?"

"I saw your expose on the Regency." Daphne said, "Your interviews were moving, and your image work..."

"It was a labor of love." Kristiana told her.  "I would love to do that again, bring the High to account, showing the stories of the regular people..."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 03 January 2020, 22:16:52
what model of warship was the SLS Belleau Wood, and was it ever said what happened to it in the other renditions of the 'loonieverse? what are the odds that it entered clan service and will be making a serendipitous return visit soon?
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Post by: mikecj on 03 January 2020, 22:36:27
Ouch- that would be way too meta...
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Post by: croaker on 03 January 2020, 22:57:59
what model of warship was the SLS Belleau Wood, and was it ever said what happened to it in the other renditions of the 'loonieverse? what are the odds that it entered clan service and will be making a serendipitous return visit soon?

She was a Potemkin class, according to previous writings. And yes, the clans have several of them whose Star League names have not been specified.

The Jade Falcons, as the most likely attackers, are not known to own any of that class at this point in time.

ETA: Factions currently known to own Potemkin-class vessels at this time:
Clans Snow Raven, Hell's Horses, Ice Hellion, Goliath Scorpion, Diamond Shark, Wolf, Fire Mandrill, Coyote, Steel Viper, Smoke Jaguar, Star Adder, Cloud Cobra; ComStar.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 01:11:53
CSV Ophidian, Potemkin class warship...

The use of such a warship for so minor an operation was a little disconcerting to Star Admiral Kyle Foster.  His vessel, he was certain, was better utilized on the primary invasion, not squiring a mere Cluster of warriors to conduct what was, at least on paper, supposed to be a reconnaissance in force.

Having most of Delta Galaxy embarked with no assigned targets was also troubling.  Still, the bid had come down to a single cluster, how they arrived in the Kowloon system was beside the point.  Rubbing it in the face of the Jade Falcons that a Clan whom did not believe in fantasy robot killers, then taking the spot they coveted in testing the fanciful notion, was sufficient.  the Steel Vipers would take Kowloon for the Clan, and have their own foothold in the Inner Sphere regardless.

The world's history wasn't troubling to the warriors embarked-the chance to bring the promise of a restored star league to the people who spent lives like water aiding The Great Father against the Rim Worlds,  there was an honor there.  Bringing the wayward home, one might say.

It did not hurt, of course, that the Watch reports suggested the world was heavily industrialized, and had endured centuries of mismanagement by the Traitor Lords. 

"They will welcome liberation." Star Colonel Matthews asserted.

If the other Clans had an issue, they would be reminded that if they really wanted this mission, they would have fought harder to have it.

But deploying a full warship, with this much capability, to such a mission seemed to be a waste in Foster's eyes.  The only compensation, would be the success of this mission, and the crushing of objectives in the proxy battle would occur at the same time...

"Drive is charged."

"Jump."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 01:34:43
March 3, 3052, Kowloon...

KCGS James Qua, CG-2/5  had managed a sighting of what was bearing down on Kowloon in the outskirts of a former Rim Worlds system just a few light years from Hood IV.  They'd used a new FTL communications relay based on Cylon tech to send back imagery.

"Potemkin class...looks like she's missing a few dropships, do we have an ident?"  Alicia Li asked.

"Hull markings are for Clan Steel Viper." Johnson, the DMI man who was assigned to be Liz's 'minder' by the Davions had made himself invaluable in the last few months-first handling Her Grace's reports to the First Prince, and then displaying a knowledge of Clan symbology and unit identification.

"We've got a partial trace on their transponder signals."  Melanie Arras-331 announced, "You're going to love this, Commodore."

"Give it to me."

"Clan ident uses the same transponder codes as the original ships, right?  they just use an identifier overlay, the original numbers are left intact, or at least, that's what LIC has claimed.  guess who's coming to dinner?"

"SLS Belleau Wood?" Li speculated, "That would be too damn coincidental, wouldn't it?"

"SLS Belleau Wood, CV-29, for the winner of the chicken dinner.  Probably one of the ships they broke out of mothballs for Exodus, and now, it's coming here, there's nowhere else that's worth sending a warship in this part of the rim."

"broadcast it." Li said, "Let all our  people, Rockjacks, and Dirtyfeet, know who's on the way."

Li turned to Gina, "Will your people join the fight?"

"I believe that's what it means, when you accept citizenship." Gina said, "I take it that name has a special meaning?"

"Here..." Li brought up a map of Kowloon, "See this area? with the high background radiation, where damned little of nothing grows? That ship, it did that for the Star League, back in the twenty-seven-twenties, killed fifteen million people immediately and a few million more afterward...yeah, it's a 'meaningful' vessel.  The official claim was she used energy weapons, but it could have been missiles. the Old Star League didn't even see fit to prosecute."  Li gave a feral grin, "We're going to repossess her, in pieces if necessary...or preferably."

Li turned to the comm station, "Recall all vessels.  we don't move on it until it's in our space, but when it is, we're taking that bloated bastard down.  War Plan Red is in effect."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 01:50:08
Elizabeth House, Marjorie Hills neighborhood, Nha Tranh, Kowloon.

"It's too coincidental, they know what they're doing." Liz said, "They're rubbing our faces in it."

"it's been over two and a half centuries, Liz."  Daphne countered.

"Yeah. Dinh Diep's still radioactive." the Duchess was distracted, her emotions turned down.  the flush of a recent injection was still fading.  "Daffy, you need to either get useful, or get gone, I can't protect you here.  That's a Regimental Transport arriving in a few days, we don't have a 'mech regiment, much less an elite one-"

"I can pilot, Liz."

"I don't have anything for you to drive!" Elizabeth didn't shout, "we sold off Stoney's machines for capital, and Green's in transit to Pandora to back up units there.  What's the best you can get us?"

"Mainstreet's got a battalion of the MTM."

"then call them." Liz urged, "now, before our Comstar outlet closes shop. tell them whatever lies you have to tell them to get them here post-haste."

"What's your best scenario?"

"we keep them from grounding.  Nobody's ever managed that with ordinary regiments, much less ones supported by a Warship."

"Are you evacuating then?" Daphne asked.

"I've got stuff being loaded onto a sub, I'm going mobile, Li called 'war plan red' and Mosovich agreed, that means we're going into the bush early and immediately."

"Then, I'm coming with you...after I make a couple of long-distance calls.  You've got your black box unit?"

Liz nodded to the kitchen table.  "over there.  You checked out on that gear?"

"YES...aren't you?"

"No..." liz looked uncomfortably like her younger self, "I've been...I didn't want to. Davion stuck me with that and Johnson, and Johnson normally runs it for me."

"Christ, Lizzie, you can hold and understand more information than my father's whole company, and you can't learn to dial the damn phone..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 04 January 2020, 02:45:50
"They will welcome liberation."

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Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Korzon77 on 04 January 2020, 03:12:13
To be fair, they don't know everything. They certainly don't know the that their glorious ilkhan may have... arranged things so that the situation will blow up in their face.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 04 January 2020, 03:14:23
Plus the Vipers seem to always to get hit with the stupid stick. both in canon and fanfics.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 04:00:04
To be fair, they don't know everything. They certainly don't know the that their glorious ilkhan may have... arranged things so that the situation will blow up in their face.

More to the point, that he failed to orchestrate sending the Clan he wanted to send.  Vipers being Vipers, they didn't let the Jade Falcons step on that land-mine out of some misplaced competitive urge.  Kerensky's setup would have been more reliably executed if the Vipers weren't so damned contrarian, first by openly doubting the threat, and then by bidding sharply to be teh ones to disprove it.

Plus the Vipers seem to always to get hit with the stupid stick. both in canon and fanfics.
I prefer to think "Naive", or "Idealistic", rather than outright stupid.  Their ideals might be enough reason for most of the Inner Sphere to (once understood) want to shoot them in the face, but their laser-focus on being good at fighting (and with those marksmanship and piloting skills, they really should be good at fighting.)  The problem is their lazer focus on individual excellence rather in that way that you only get in the Hothouse of competitive sport fighting.  A viper would rock the sox on Solaris, but as soldiers they're maybe not so great. 

Imagine someone who really, really works out-their left arm, only their left arm.  can bench-press a buick, with that left arm...now imagine how that might cripple their performance in a situation where they need two hands.  that is the Steel Vipers.  (In a sense, it's the Clans as a whole, but the Vipers are like an extreme version.)

it's not that they're stupid, it's that they simply don't have the institutional grasp to get what they're getting into, and that institutional blindness isn't really limited to JUST the Vipers.  To a degree, all of the clans have similar blind spots.  What highlights it with Steel Viper, is that their blind spot makes some basic predictives impossible for them, and an overreaction when their assumptions fishslap them will be inevitable because the lesson tends to be harder.

One note on Continuity changes: Because of the timing and the 'ripples' of how things have changed, the Vipers still field the same forces at Tukayyid, with the same outcome.  What's different, is that their remaining Touman isn't largely idle while it's going on.  This doubles the chance that they're going to learn something from March 20, 3052.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 04:21:29
Outer System, Kowloon, May 16, 3052...

the emergence wave at the Zenith point was loud.  a wavefront unseen in these parts since the departure of the SLDF from the Inner Sphere.  enormous shape that erupted into existence was a ship that was nearly a battlegroup in and of itself.

Of the original 25 dropship contingent, this vessel carried fifteen.

"Time to make the donuts."  Captain Bianh Vu Dao stood on the bridge of the KCGS Anh Cu'ong, Cutter 1/A/6.  "Open radio channels."

"Aye mum, wide spectrum broadcast enabled, you're hot in three...two..."  at the flash of a single finger, Bianh spoke.

"Star League Ship SLS Belleau Wood, this is Captain Bianh Vu Dao, Kowloon Coast Guard, Please signal if you understand this transmission, Over."

"This is the CSV Ophidian, your identification codes are incorrect."

"Transponder doesn't lie, you're squawking CV-29/T/661, that's the ident code for SLS Belleau wood, the cheesy paintwork notwithstanding, your vessel is logged as stolen. heave to for a standard health and welfare inspection and have your documentation of ownership and shipmaster's license ready for examination and confirmation under Star League Regulation 2491/12/19 as updated in 2785, along with your transit papers into the Lyran Commonwealth.  Be aware, under the Emergency Declaration of 2851, I am authorized to use force to compel this necessary inspection and I will not hesitate to do so. If you wish to contest ownership, you can tell it to the judge."

"They're undocking the dropships, and I'm detecting fighter launches."

"I was going to ask 'you and what fleet', Captain." the voice on the comm said, "But I only see your bitty little gunship there."

"I brought backup.  Stand down your weapons and drives, you are bound by law, or you're no inheritors to the Star League."

"He's launching missiles."

"Stand by for maneuvers. Do they have a lock?"

"aye."

"Secondary drive spun up?"

"Aye."

"Wait for it...now."

[flash!]

appearing inside the protective envelope of  a warship group, less than fifty meters from the hull of the Potemkin was a matter of complex calculus and roughly half a metric ton of tyllium.

"All batteries open fire, target the Belleau Wood."  she thumbed off the comm relay cutoff, "Let the record show, You were resisting arrest."

additional flashes erupted on a six o'clock vector to the Clan vessel and his escort group.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 04:56:39
CSV Ophidian...

The 'police vessel' vanished before the first warning salvo reached the halfway point, leaving the bridge crew astonished.

"Let the record show, You were resisting arrest."  The woman's voice was calm, and then, damage began to register, and calls from the Aerostars and Escort dropships began calling in hostile contacts vectoring from behind the formation.

"A stealth technology? find targets, and engage them!!"  Star Admiral Foster had nothing in his experience that would explain the sudden appearance of an enemy force, even a small one, so close to his own warship.  the Snow Ravens could not have done it.

"Roll! Roll the ship!!" too much damage was accruing to the dorsal hull, and what wasn't blotted out by ECM was unseen by the warship's advanced targeting arrays.

"Attention foreign vessel, you can still surrender and save lives.  Stand down your drives and weapons."

"Ignore that! all ahead full!"

the locals had picked this fight, but it would be Clan Steel Viper that won.  He was determined of that.  "I am Kyle Foster! I am a Star Admiral in Clan Star Adder! I will contest this challenge to my possession with all available forces!!"

"Nice to know who I'm shooting at, Kyle.  what the freck is a Star Admiral? you guys have some kinda rank bloat in your pirate band or something?" Vu Dao's mocking voice came over the open channel.

One of the in-system drives went offline, and then, weapons systems started to go offline.

"Fix that!" 

Inside the hull

There is an unspeakable horror to fire inside a starship.  Boarding parties, therefore, rarely if ever employ flame-throwers.

Sindee Blank-131 tapped her faceplate, and raised the flamer, while Chuckles the Cylon, Tweedle-dope, and Jackie-O's her fireteam members finished rigging the breachers on the internal lock.

The compression wave from detonation blew the hatch back into the vacuum of the compartment they were in and she threw up a "lock stick" while the Cylon point man rushed the entry.  Uniformed techs were trying to haul emergency 'baggies' out of their collars as the marine fireteam stormed the section, while armored Elementals tried to track the Marines with Needlers.  Iin this reduced atmo, the flamer's effect would be muted, but the psychological shock of someone spraying jellied fuel and igiting it had the desired impact.

Panic.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 05:24:15
Spider Moon tactical center...

Alicia studied the helmet cam and cylon's eye view of the boarding action.  nearly a battalion, if you used standard groundsider measurements, were aboard the enemy's ship now, freeing the majority of the twelve cutters and their dropship riders to go after the enemy's escort droppers, transports, and fighters.

the enemy didn't know it yet, but they were coming into range of the second defensive line.

"They hold formation pretty well." she said, as Cutter 3/b/6 winked out, the enemy's energy weapons converging to blast right through the Sampan 1's armor and structure to core it in fire.  "Damn their good gunnery, too.  that was Trac Nghien's boat."

On a tracking board, ship and fighter losses were accumulating.  the space battle was fast, furious, the Clanners were adapting to tricks like 'six jumping' and pulling together into tighter formations.

"they're in range of the secondaries, Commodore."

"Inform the secondary line that they are to hold fire until my mark, and start distributing targets."  The ammunition business was great.  Elizabeth's salesmanship meant surface-to-orbit missile sales of a copy of the SLDF era "Barracuda", a high Gee-boost missile with multiple smaller warheads once common throughout the Inner Sphere were once again rolling off of lines-legally meant for testing on the prototype warships being developed in the Lyran Commonwealth and Federated Suns.

Illegally nearly every major rockjack co-op had been assembling them, and other weapons, for generations.

"Mark."

Ten generations of ammunition activated simultaneously, and streaked toward the enemy's battlegroup.

Li silently prayed that the IFF circuits on those missiles and their warheads was up to date, hadn't been sabotaged by apprentice work, that they wouldn't hit their own ships.

Behind the missiles, were armed prospecting ships, not much more than shuttles, but with high-gee drives and hardpoints carrying heavy loads. IN this case, the heavy loads were cannisters filled with density enhanced metal and fitted with rudimentary maneuver drives and sensor arrays, kinetic-kill weapons boosted to relativistic velocity and then released on fixed vectors.

to Li, this was the important, make or break of the battle.  Kowloon's ground forces weren't in any condition to fight an invader with a tenth this visible strength-it was win in space, or lose the battle entirely.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 04 January 2020, 05:33:25
I like the Kowloonese take on Kerensky being a thief. Well done.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 05:51:07
CIC, CSV Ophidian

Sections of the ship were going dark.  Reports of boarders weren't something he could dismiss.  Kyle Foster had lost any doubts that this was a mistake five minutes ago, in the screams of his Elemental Security force over the PA system.

Internal and short range sensors were out, the comms were cluttered with jamming traffic from a close source, but he still had long range sensors.

The wall of missiles incoming, he could see them, but the ship's communication array was displaying massive antenna faults-there was no way to cut through the jamming to warn the dropships of what was coming, or to coordinate a point defense with the fighters outside.

BOOM!!!

he was slammed forward, impacting the forward bulkhead on a column of air like a pneumatic piston.  "Stand down, you are bound by law!!"  He twisted in microgravity, to see a group of young soldiers in light armor, leveling weapons, and something else with them, anchored to the deck, armored forms leveling rifle-like heavy weapons.

A fierce looking young woman with an automatic shotgun advanced.  "Kyle Foster?"

"That..would be me. who are you?"

"I am Chief Petty Officer Linda Sithers-351, Kowloon Coast Guard, you are under arrest and bound by law, anchor in place, and remove your sidearm and holster by undoing the belt and letting it fall free, and then inform your crew to do the same.  If you do this, no harm will come to you and  no further harm will come to your crew while in my custody."

"What happens after that?"

"Not my department, sir." she said, "you will either be held under the Ares Conventions if you comply immediately. we've got your ship's key systems under our control, and I dont' want to space anyone...else."

He contemplated whether he could draw his pistol before she cut him in half with what was no doubt a load of class-three flechettes.  then, he unbuckled his pistol belt, and let it fall free to be collected by one of the other marines.

"You win this trial of possession." he said, and his voice carried across the ship's public address system.

"Cuff him, inform Spider Moon we have taken possession of the Belleau Wood." Sithers said.

"Aye mum."

Sithers lit a no-smok and took in a deep draw.  "Bolo? can you helm this bucket?"

"Yes Mum." the armored form on the left said, "The systems allow that."

"Bring it to the impound orbit at Boojum so we can offload the crew for prisoner processing.  You know the standing order-no reprisals, and until we get an actual officer aboard, we follow the reg."

That caught Foster by surprise, "You...are not an officer?"

"I'm a Non-Commissioned Officer and Officer Candidate, I haven't gotten the chance to do my ground tour yet, sir." she said, "once I've finished my surface five in the bottom of a gravity well, I'll be qualified as an officer."

He blinked, old information from naval training and conversations with Snow Ravens..."You are...a belter?"

"Rockjack, sir, Belters only live around Sol." she said, "Yeah, I've got around three days surface-side on a planet, means I can't be an officer yet."

"In..uniform?"

"no sir, three days, seventy two logged hours, total." she said, and nodded at the now cleared visual screens, "My home's about...there-see that pinpoint? Sithers 3 burrow and processing. where I was born.  I've got dirtyfoot relatives though, and they're going to be happy we stopped you from blasting their home into radioactive bits the way the last owner of this boat did back in 2729." she cradled the shotgun as she anchored her feet, activating mag-plates in her boots to the deck.

"I'm not familiar..."

"Dinh Diep. the SLS Belleau Wood turned Kowloon's largest city and planetary capital into a radiation hazard that took forty years to clean up on behalf of House Amaris.  we never forgot that one, if your people hadn't forgotten it, you wouldn't have brought it within five light years of this place."

His heart felt like it would stop. 


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 04 January 2020, 06:16:52
There is such a thing as bad karma, even for a ship.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 06:24:19
Prisoner Processing, Landmass 2, southeastern coast, Western Ocean, Kowloon, 22 May, 3052...

Captain Wendy Lyons had hoped to enjoy a tour watching whales in the pack-ice and monitoring fishing vessels, maybe doing some Search and Rescue work.

she hadn't anticipated suddenly becoming warden for over a thousand Clanners interned on the South Continent in a makeshift POW camp, nearly seven hundred and fifty kilometers north of her normal patrol's range.

"There are no bars, no guards, and nobody will stop you from leaving the camp proper.  doing so, going past the ditch line?  Let me give you a demonstration."

a chopper dropped a beefalo into an area of low growth below the rise the camp was erected on, and cameras followed the animal.

"We call them 'ants'." she said, as the swarm enveloped the confused beast.  within minutes, there were only bones.

"The ditch lines are filled with an effective insect repellant.  The stuff is toxic, and we keep it filled.  You're safe in the camp proper, and on the beach. the guard towers are available for your use, please remember to request additional ammunition. They're there to protect you from Broward beasts, I would suggest you drill on loading and refilling the gun systems, as Militarily trained personnel, I assume you know who among you can shoot accurately. diagrams of a broward beast are present, I'll also suggest you have your officers conduct classes on where to concentrate your fire when, not if, one approaches the camp. You'll need to maintain a constant watch.  food and medical supplies will be delivered once weekly, your officers will be in charge of distribution.  any shortfalls will be on their heads.  You're not immigrants, if you have any pressing issues of camp discipline, we expect you to handle those internally.  IF you fail to defend your camp from the wildlife, that's on you.  your term of internment will end, when a diplomatic solution allows for it and you can be repatriated to your nation or planet of origin.  Until  that time, we're only obligated to provide you with a means of self defense, food, and medicine, though fresh water and soap are also going to be made available. that terminates this announcement, welcome to POW camp."

she killed the two-way link, and stepped onto the outer deck of her patrol boat.

The camp was visible from this distance, at least, the ocean-side was.

"hate this.  I really do." she said to no one in particular.

"How long before they figure out you're serious?"  the Sharon on the boat asked.

"I don't know." Wendy said, "I hope sooner, rather than later.  I'd rather have to supervise air-drops of food and ammo for the next ten years, than deal with nightmares because someone didn't think a Broward Beast or a colony of Army Ants was a threat, but I know somebody is going to be that stupid. With luck, it won't be a lot of somebodys."

"What happens if nobody negotiates for them?"

"Then I guess, after ten years or so, we'll be air-dropping immigration paperwork, roll up to the dock, and start the naturalization process." Wendy stated, "Ten years is the maximum we can hold anyone for the civil offenses these guys are guilty of, I'd rather just send them home though, and get back to whale watching."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 06:53:30
Command Center, Spider Moon...

"an open-air prison??"  Lt. General Daniel Russell, the officer sent by Mount Asgard in answer to the request for aid, asked.

"yeah." Elizabeth said, "it's open air.  the best prisons out there have locks on the inside of the doors.  There isn't another settlement for two thousand kilometers in any direction, and that landmass is about as much 'untouched pre-contact kowloon' as you can get.  They leave the active measures for open country, the wildlife will get them if the plants don't.  escaping to somewhere with vehicles means swimming five hundred kilometers in open ocean, or building their own boats-in which case, I'd probably offer 'em a stack of immigration forms anyway."

"You gave them weapons."

"Yes, I did." Liz said, "And yes, those weapons will work on people about as well as they do anything else.  but they have a good reason not to try to use them. Not much on that continent that a man can eat, lots that will eat a man.  In the meantime, you're here to take the bulk of what we captured off my hands, right?"

"the bulk of it?"

she sighed, "As evil as her rep is, the SLS Belleau Wood remains the property of the Star league, I expressly pointed out to the Archon that we turned over the Iowa to the nearest legal owner, same applies to the Wood...but we're keeping the dropships, what fighters we were able to recover, and the rest of the war materiel minus most of the 'mechs and all but a few of the suits."

"A few?"

"reverse engineering." Elizabeth stated, "We're tearing the suits and a few promising 'mech designs apart to see if we can tool up to produce or dig up technical info and secrets we can license for royalties."

"Not for use?"

"can't afford to lose it, you can't afford to use it." Elizabeth stated.

"You know you can use the Clanners.  They have this thing about 'bondsman' status..." he said.

"I don't recognize that legal theory, and using captured enemy personnel in war industries is a violation of the Ares Conventions and therefore a war crime." Liz explained, "My people aren't war criminals.  they will be held per the Ares conventions until such time as they can be repatriated to their nation-state, should that become impossible, they will be offered citizenship no later than ten years after beginning internment."

"did you provide them with a means of communication when you put them on that island?"

"yeah, what, you think I didn't check the rulebook?" she glanced at Daphne, "Daffy, how many hours did I spend digging through legal precedents prepping for this?"

"You spent a week." Daphne stated.

"I want to have access, Liz."

Elizabeth shrugged, "Fine by me.  I'll have Li arrange it. we let the internees run their own show over there, shouldn't be too hard to arrange a meet with the camp's authorities and verify humane conditions."

"I'll be taking them off your hands, Liz." he said.

"fine by me, as long as you're not planning to violate their rights as prisoners of war."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 07:27:47
*snip*
His heart felt like it would stop.
He CAN learn!  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 04 January 2020, 07:29:31
What glorious things the AFFC could do with a Potemkin. Smart keeping the Droppers, best way to enlarge your merchant fleet and/or augment the KCGM. Turn some of the Clan Droppers into pocket warships or whatever. Miss Ngo is thinking, there's always profit in war. She'd make a fine Ferengi as she follows Rule 34 of the Rules of Acquisition.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 04 January 2020, 10:26:06
I wonder what the meeting will be like between the Colonials/Clan Wolverine once they show up at Kowloon / and the Cylons provide proof that they are not going to do anything like the Cavil series say they would?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 04 January 2020, 10:57:04
Oh I'm pretty sure they've already figured out Cavil's game and thus deduced even if he were right the best way to combat it will not be military force but establishing a lasting diplomatic relationship and supporting Liz's efforts at true integration once they learn of them.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 04 January 2020, 11:04:40
What glorious things the AFFC could do with a Potemkin. Smart keeping the Droppers, best way to enlarge your merchant fleet and/or augment the KCGM. Turn some of the Clan Droppers into pocket warships or whatever. Miss Ngo is thinking, there's always profit in war. She'd make a fine Ferengi as she follows Rule 34 of the Rules of Acquisition.

Yeah, I think Hanse and Melissa will find this a far better prize than the Essex Takashi got.  True it is a beast to run, but the only non-energy weapon armament it has are Barracuda Missile Launchers, which Liz among others are starting to build a version of.

Plus the transport means it can replace multiple jumpships on a major assault, freeing them up for other duties.  Add in it has a Lithium-Fusion Battery?  I suspect FedCom designers and engineers are going to be pouring over her whenever she isn't on a mission for details for their own ships.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 12:19:43
DBC: Face the Commonwealth (With your host, Karl Kaumann!)

"Tonight on Face to the Commonwealth" we have a special guest, a divisive figure, one of the Youngest serving nobles in the realm, owner of one of the largest corporate entities in Lyran Space, and in our Coventry studios this evening, Duchess Elizabeth Ngo, of Kowloon!" He turned to his guest.  "Hello, Your Grace, and welcome to our forum.  I understand your trip here was a bit rough."

Elizabeth was clad in a black skirted-suit with what has become her characteristic white blouse, her hair is worn long and straight, held in place by a hair-clip. "thank you for having me here, Karl, and yeah, it was a little rough, as I told your producer, travel's a little more difficult for me due to a pretty severe case of Transit Disorientation Syndrome, or TDS, I had to make most of the trip unconscious, so it's still Wednesday for me." she adjusts her glasses.

"You took over a world that was on the list of 'basket case' planets, and turned it around in only four years, yet you're not even old enough to have graduated high school.  How did you accomplish so much, in so short a time, at your age?"

"It's amazing what you can accomplish with the right people, Karl.  I didn't do anything but say 'yes' to the right people, at the right time, the elected government that's under my supervision. The People, and  the Assembly, the Courts, the  Coast Guard and Militia? they're the real heroes, everything we've accomplished is on them, everything that fails? That's my responsibility-it comes with the title and the honors." she beams innocently.

"you say that like you're not a hands-on ruler, yet we've got plenty of evidence that you are exactly that.  Care to comment?"

"I didn't say I wasn't, but all the progress couldn't have happened without the wonderful support system my people provide, Karl." she says seriously, "you can shout orders all day long, but if people decide not to execute those orders, you're just very loud."

"As loud as a gunshot?" Karl asked smugly.

"Two gunshots, Karl.  I shot two men, both for acts of Treason against the Commonwealth." she's deadly serious now, "I couldn't and wouldn't burden someone else with looking into their eyes and deliberately ending their lives, it wouldn't be right and it wouldn't be fair-you should never ask someone else to do what you, yourself are unwilling to do.  A leader who pawns off the hard actions or prefers not to make hard calls, ends up hurting the very people that grant his or her their moral authority."

"You're not wearing an academy ring, as an emancipated minor, what is your preferred service?"

"Isn't it obivous?" she asked. "I suffer from TDS, that means I'm never going to be able to command a jump-capable ship, but my Coast Guard is one of the more active Naval forces in the Commonwealth.   Your research assistant already knows my application has been rejected by every military school in the Commonwealth, you already know, therefore, what my ASVAB score is, and you're burning to ask me why.  so ask directly."

"Why aren't you joining the Military, where did you get your exemption?"

she steels herself visibly.  "Karl, you're forty seven years old, you are, right now, seven years older than I will be if I live my maximum projected lifespan...It's out, everyone else knows, you already know.  I have Cholmann's Syndrome.  It affects one out of every five million people in the Inner sphere, rough estimates, and it's one of four chronic illnesses that modern medical science can not find a cure or treatment for.  You have grand-children on the way, if I had children right now, I would never live to see grand-children.  I have only my work as Duchess, and a very limited span of time to carry it out before my replacement has to take over.  In practical terms, I'm living dog years. and like the proverbial dog, when time comes, someone will have to put me out of my misery..." she gives the cameras a softer look, "And it is an automatic bar to enlistment in every nation in the Inner Sphere."

"you seem so...normal..."

"The syndrome is degenerative, Karl, by the time I'm twenty-five, I'll need large doses of powerful antiseizure medications and medical grade narcotics to be...normal, able to function. as the disease progresses, the dosages and compounds will get higher and more potent, until nothing dulls the pain or stops the seizures, at which point, I will be in constant agony and unable even to go into shock. I expect, based on the progression, that I won't be able to function as Duchess by the time I'm thirty five.  That's my 'limit' the time frame I need to fulfill to make sure my people are able to protect themselves and handle their business so that they don't end up in the mess they were in when I took over."  she crosses her legs, trying (and failing) to look at ease, "it works like this, I have an expiration date, I know this, I know that I have to be decisive, if I want to accomplish anything, because I know, without a doubt, what awaits me on the end of my path, and how short that path really is."

"And the Archon knows?"

"Of course she does." Elizabeth said, "She has known for as long as I have.  Part of the reason I've had a hand free enough to do what must be done is that she knows-I'm going to die horribly, and young.  we have an understanding, when I'm wrong, she steps in, but when I'm right, she doesn't tend to permit interference."

"I can't imagine living with that." Karl said, "How do you?"

Elizabeth shrugged, "I do, because I must. I work sixteen to twenty hours a day, I read constantly, I ask questions and focus on my duty.  The syndrome has existed for at least eight hundred years that we know of, and nobody has even found a means for sufferers to face that final stage of the disease with dignity, or in comfort. I know this, I've lived with it, the knowledge is part of me.  In a sense, I know the price I'm going to pay.  My greatest challenge is to make it worth the price I'm going to pay, and that's measured in the legacy I know I will leave behind.  I use my condition as a self-motivator, not as a barrier to action. I can't afford self-pity, or public shame to keep me from doing what must be done."

"What would you do for a cure, though?"

"I'm not sure i would believe in it, first off, I would have to have proof it even existed. There have been lots of 'cures' offered over the last eight hundred years, my uncle Truk, he was offered treatment at NAIS, but it didn't work.  He died insane, and in agony, at thirty nine years old, in a hospital where they kept him alive, screaming until his vocal cords ruptured and he drowned in his own blood.  I've made arrangements, when I get to that point, there is a bullet waiting to carry me home, I won't make the people tasked to care for me, endure watching that. it wouldn't be right.  Can we talk about the Warship now?"

Karl looked ill until the camera was on him, then he fumbles and says, "yes! Your 'Coast Guard' forces captured a Potemkin Class cruiser from Clan forces!  I understand this isn't even the first one!"

"I have great people, Karl. My people do the best job, and it wasn't 'captured', it was recovered, the SLS Belleau Wood was stolen property of the Taxpayers of the Star League, among which, includes every taxpayer in the Lyran Commonwealth.  It had been stolen over two hundred and fifty years ago, and we recovered and repossessed it.  I understand it is on the way to be refit at an AFFC shipyard, and will be recommissioned back into service."

"Much the way the SLS Iowa was given by those same 'great people' to the Draconis Combine?"

"The laws are pretty clear sir, per maritime law and regulations, when property is recovered it goes to the nearest available legal owner, except in cases where ownership is disputed, and then, that's Magistrate's business.  There was never a statute of limitations on SLDF property or equipment. Perhaps after the Archon gets the rest of the House Lords to meet in Council again, and they select a First Lord, they can revise the laws, but until they do?" she shrugs, "Gotta do the right thing, and the right thing, is following the law, it can be interpreted, but I wasn't there to make that interpretation, and Captain Vu Dao was instrumental in both operations, I'm hardly going to discipline one of my best officers for doing their duty!"

"but what about their duty to the Commonwealth?"

"Let me ask you, Karl, do you like being at peace with the Draconis Combine? do you like not having to worry that they're going to attack us?" she asked.

"of course!"

"There's your answer, and it was good enough for both the Archon, and her foreign husband." Liz stated.  "We have one enemy, sure, that may change in the future, but our enemy, the people occupying OUR worlds, the people who stole from OUR people, and then turned what they stole against us? that's the Clans, the descendants of Kerensky's gang of deserting oathbreakers, the people who, by abandoning their Duty and Oaths, plunged all of our civilization into three centuries of fire and blood.  The people who invaded us, bit forty percent out of the Lyran Commonwealth, devoured the Free Rassalhague Republic-an ally of ours?  They are still there.  They must be opposed, and the Draconis Combine opposes them, and that's all that matters in the now.  In the future, when the Clans have been driven from Lyran soil, well, we can be ready for that future, but by then, I would hope, the governments of this, our inner sphere, our Star League, will have come together in sanity, put aside old feuds...and listend to the wisdom Katrina Steiner offered when she made her pact with Hanse Davion.  The Federated Commonwealth is a beginning, uniting against the Clans is a continuation. I may never live to see it, but you will, and your children will-there must be a future!"

"You are very emphatic, what drives this emphasis? what motivates you so?" Karl asked.

"I'm dying.  but I study, I read everything I can lay my hands on, and what I've learned from Professors, fellow politicians, leaders, soldiers...we as a race have forgotten so many things over the last three centuries we don't have names for all we've lost.  we are on the way out of a dark age, we need to keep going, or we, as a species, are doomed. subsistence isn't enough.  People, like your viewers, they deserve to do more than merely survive and subsist, and for that, we need to break the cycle of ignorance and loss."

"there are those in the Estates General who wished to charge you, and your Lieutenants, with treason over the Iowa incident." Karl brought it up again, "there was no guarantee-there is no guarantee that turning over the ship will buy teh peace you claim."

"What would you wish, if a Draconis Combine force captured that Potemkin in Lyran space?" she asked, "What would you deem respectful, honorable, honest, if they did what my people did, here in Lyran space? took a warship, mostly intact and certainly repairable, over, say, Coventry, or Tharkad? would you think it right that they took it home to Dieron, or Luthien, rather than giving it to the Archon?"

he was stunned.

"Trust, Karl. By  treating them with respect, with honor, with TRUST, our boys and girls earned some of that back from them, elevated all of us, all Lyrans, just a tiny bit, because we did not attempt what those critics would have had my people doing."  she taps her fingers on the desk in emphasis, "You get trust by extending it. You gain respect by showing respect.  this is why those qualities are values, why they must be earned, why the loss is so devastating, and why they are so easy to lose. It's easy to be generous, when you have nothing at risk. It is easy to be dishonest when the other person can't fight back.  but to be of any value, you must be consistent when it is not Convenient, when you have to extend trust, when it is risky, or when you don't stand to gain something material by doing so."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 12:58:29
What, no cylon questions?  Karl's falling down on the job...  ^-^
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 13:08:30
Arc Royal, July 18, 3052...

On the screen, Elizabeth Ngo was being interviewed by Karl Kaumann. "She gives a good speeh." Morgan Kell said, "Doesn't she, boy?"

Phelan nodded.  "She does." he said emptily.  The Khan of Clan Wolf was fighting a refusal, refusing his removal from the Ilkhanship and the charge of Genocide, and he was here, with the Wardens of the Clan, seeking refuge.  "She still hates us." he said.

"That she does. She despises all of your Clanner friends.  She didn't take a single...what do you call'm, 'bondsman' from those Steel Vipers, even after reviewing their copies of the 'Remembrance'. She put them all on an island with some structures and survival gear, took a General from IG to go fetch them from what amounted to Devil's Island.  She used an interpretation of the Ares Conventions, broader and yet narrower than normal, to be shut of the whole lot of them.  Daphne told me she still hasn't forgiven her own brother, Henry, for, as she puts it, 'Collaborating with the enemy'...that little girl right there, that's the one person with a seat on the Estates and a lot of economic influence, who'd see you hanged for a traitor as look at you, son."

"Small problem." Phelan said.

"Yeah, she's a small problem...but doesn't she just generate the headlines and make trouble for us all?"

Margaret Doons cleared her throat, drawing the attention of both men.  "Elizabeth...will not be a significant barrier to your asylum. OR the Asylum of your followers, Phelan.  I've got her in hand, she understands the nature of the game, and Melissa Steiner will help me sit on her if that's what it takes."

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Post by: DOC_Agren on 04 January 2020, 13:14:22
Karl walked into that interview under prepared on who Elizabeth really was...
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Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 13:20:15
I think even Maggie Doons has underestimated Liz... I give it 50/50 odds at BEST that Melissa can "sit on her".
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 13:34:49
Karl walked into that interview under prepared on who Elizabeth really was...

Remember where we are.  She's a teenaged lord, when you consider how many (and how often) those end up resembling some version of Paris Hilton? It's a cultural presumption that whatever her image is, she's still a vapid little lordling, moreso with that exemption from service hanging over her.  She mitigated some of that image by shooting two men in the face, but outside of some very high level business circles, most of the media (and the world) are naturally going to be inclined to treat her as someone who isn't serious, who hasn't clocked the time to have the kind of thoughts she expressed.  Of course, that's before she came out on the telly (Holly?) and spoke about her mortality not in angsty teen ways, but like an adult who's grown to accept it.  NOT the kind of thing that a guy like Karl faces across the interview desk.  She probably freaked him the ****** out.

I think even Maggie Doons has underestimated Liz... I give it 50/50 odds at BEST that Melissa can "sit on her".

I won't dispute that directly, only note that Maggie Doons taught Liz how to Lord.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 13:52:43
Hence why I said EVEN she underestimated Liz... Maggie should know better.  When Melissa comes to that conclusion, it will not be a good day for anyone.  I give it even odds Melissa gets there without Hanse nudging her.  He stopped underestimating Liz when she explained about handing that WarShip to the Combine...  ^-^
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Post by: eriktheviking on 04 January 2020, 14:14:50
Or Duchess Doons is playing the smart game and underselling her piece on the board. One who is loyal to her and her nation to one that has proven to be of unreliable loyalty and another who is emotionally compromised.
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Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 14:46:49
If she's not the one explaining it to Melissa, it'll be a bad day for her too...
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Post by: eriktheviking on 04 January 2020, 15:17:05
I can imagine Melissa being confused why all the different opinions on Elizabeth. i.e. Doons, Morgan, Hanse, Rowe, her military and her intelligence services.

Would she trust Doons and Rowe since they have or had personal relationships with Elizabeth or the so-called professionals or her family?
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Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 15:28:14
Good question!  And one only Cannonshop can answer...  ^-^
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 15:32:16
I can imagine Melissa being confused why all the different opinions on Elizabeth. i.e. Doons, Morgan, Hanse, Rowe, her military and her intelligence services.

Would she trust Doons and Rowe since they have or had personal relationships with Elizabeth or the so-called professionals or her family?

pass the ball back to you: put yourself in Melissa's shoes, and ask, "Who do you trust?"

Hanse: because he's her husband, he's a genius, he's a master political operator and maybe the savior of the whole inner sphere.
Morgan: because he's her cousin, was loyal to her, to her mother, is loyal to the realm, has experiences and knowledge and is a master political operator, possibly second in her mind only to her husband. 

both of them love her in different ways, both have proven loyalty.

Daphne Rowe: because she is a subordinate, sworn to her service, with personal experience with Liz.  Less of a personal loyalty angle.
Maggie: even less of a connection to the throne, an economic operator and a political operator, but loyal to the Realm.  Someone Mel has blackmail on if nothing else.

any of these? Here's my money.

Melissa trusts Melissa's impressions more than any of them.  More than Daphne, more than Maggie, more than Cousin Morgan or even her Husband (though not much more than her husband.)

and she's right to trust herself more than her advisors or spouse-she was raised to rule.her relationship with Hanse would not have survived, if she wasn't his intellectual equal and equal to his will-he would have become bored with her, it would not have worked out.

Intelligent, dynamic people tend to be attracted long-term to other intelligent, dynamic people.  Their relationship was close in the Canon, they were not distant spouses who saw little of one another.  Heck, they brought five kids into the world the old fashioned way!

If a woman will have five of your kids, and you aren't inclined to stray? that means you're a perfect fit, a match, equals.

especially a goat like Hanse Davion, who in his pre-Melissa days was doing his level best to be father of the whole damn inner sphere.

He stayed loyal to her, she's loyal to him, but it's a relationship of equals.

therefore, from my seat back here, who can she trust? herself first and foremost.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 15:51:46
In that case, she's not confused at all.  It'll be a BAD day for everybody...  >:D
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Post by: eriktheviking on 04 January 2020, 15:53:04
I could buy that even with my cynical viewpoint of historical dynastic marriages. Melissa was a young bride raised with service to the state. The old saying of an heir and a spare for each realms and an oops comes to mind.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 15:56:09
On the floor of the Estates General, July 30, 3052...

"Should we forgive them?" Elizabeth stood for the minority.  In the gallery, Maggie watched in growing unease.

"That's the real question, isn't it?  Phelan Kell, adopted into the enemy's camp, became a leader, aided them in attacking our allies and the Commonwealth itself, now seeking asylum with those he betrayed to the enemy, on behalf of those enemies.  Should we forgive them?"

she held up her hand, a knife driven through her palm.  "While the blood of our people flows.  This group of Clan warriors promises they will renounce their crusade, end their participation in war against your neighbours and mine. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, all dead, should we forgive them?"

she pulled the knife out without a wince, and laid it on the podium.

"This is a question that haunts me." she swept the assembled lords and delegates, "I was never supposed to be the duchess of Kowloon.  My brother, Patrick, was the heir apparent...the wolves killed him. it drove my mother mad, she shot me with her service pistol, and took her own life in grief."  she shrugged off her suit jacket, and opened her blouse, displaying the scar.  "I was a child.  Do we forgive them?"  she closed her blouse, and looked reluctant.

"My heart says no." she said, "every fiber of my being screams to hang him for a traitor, to denounce him..." she looked at Morgan Kell, "every fiber of my being is wrong."

there was  mutter among the Estates.

"That's right, wrong.  For those of you with faith, the bible teaches us, well, christians anyway, to forgive those who do us wrong.  There is a reason for that.  IF we forgive only those who deserve it, then we have nothing to forgive, for the deserving have done nothing wrong."

she folded a rag around her hand, "Forgiveness, is for those who do not deserve it.  When you look at a mother who has lost her children, or a child whom is now an orphan, they do not need to be forgiven, for they have done no wrong.  but to move past the offenses, to stop the cycle of retribution, to recognize that on the other side, is another mother, another child, a sweetheart, who will mourn the losses, and swear vengeance? I have lost my entire family to the Clan invasion, my father, my brothers, even my mother are casualties to it.  At Kowloon, this year, people I consider friends sacrificed themselves to stop another invasion.  We succeeded, we could have failed, and maybe we ought to have, but when I was given the choice, to show mercy, or to have the lot of them put down like the pirate dogs they are?  I chose mercy. I chose to forgive them, for they truly did not understand what they had done.  some of them probably deserved it, but a lot of them did not."

her improvised bandage wiggled on her hand.

"There is so much blood, between us." she said, "But I say this...YES.  We should forgive Phelan Kell for his trespasses, and Yes, we should forgive his followers for theirs, for they have come to us, with the courage to ask for that forgiveness.  it must stop somewhere.  We Lyrans pride ourselves for our Morality, our Moral High Ground, and as much as I want to mock that, to point out the hypocrisy of it..." she looked again at Morgan.  "This time.  this time we can be what we would all like to pretend we are, we can stop the insanity before it eats us all, leaving nothing but rage, and blood and fire."

she gripped the podium, "We can forgive them.  It doesn't mean we stop fighting the Clans, but we can forgive the Warden Wolves, and give them asylum with us...and maybe, though they do not deserve it, they can become worthy of that forgiveness."

she released the podium, "I thank you all for this time.  good eve to you all."

and she walked off the stage.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 04 January 2020, 16:02:53
Did not see that coming.....
Nice to see the knife in hand bit reused, but set me up for the accept warden wolves bit.
Hmmmmm........ warden wolves and cylons teaming up?
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Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 16:17:44
Maggie Doons is beginning to realize she doesn't have ANY control anymore...  ^-^
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Post by: worktroll on 04 January 2020, 16:19:05
Quote
IF we forgive only those who deserve it, then we have nothing to forgive, for the deserving have done nothing wrong.

Indeed. However, to truly repent, one must make efforts to show it. Total technical sharing, subordination, and use against the remaining Clans are a start.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 16:22:41
Did not see that coming.....
Nice to see the knife in hand bit reused, but set me up for the accept warden wolves bit.
Hmmmmm........ warden wolves and cylons teaming up?

Does the speech have power? would it have moved you on the Estates General, if you were there as delegate to your world?
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Post by: Dave Talley on 04 January 2020, 16:23:09
Did not see that coming.....
Nice to see the knife in hand bit reused, but set me up for the accept warden wolves bit.
Hmmmmm........ warden wolves and cylons teaming up?

thinking ten years down the road,
elementals using cylon augmented battle armor......
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 04 January 2020, 16:24:43
Question: how - in 'game' terms - does a Centurion compare to an Elemental?

I'm suspecting 3MP, no jump, and I'm inclined to treat them as light armour, but with more space for equipment. And yes, I can see heavy & assault Centurions in the works.
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Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 16:27:47
I'd flip it around... what does a cylon in elemental armor look like...   :o
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 16:39:01
Question: how - in 'game' terms - does a Centurion compare to an Elemental?

I'm suspecting 3MP, no jump, and I'm inclined to treat them as light armour, but with more space for equipment. And yes, I can see heavy & assault Centurions in the works.

I'm told by Hotpoint that it's somewhere between PA(L) and Light, with the larger Praetorian class being roughly akin to a protomech.  (the Praetorians weren't in the pattern that is allied with Liz, they're a Cavil/John/"imperial cylon" exclusive.)  Thing is, with Elemental suits on hand, and analysis going on with her toolmakers, Lizzie is working on a method to up-armor Centurions, and produce centurion-tech derived armor suits for human troops.

in game terms, imagine power armor with Jihad era c3 linkages in 3055, running better encryption than 3075 era Word of Blake.

THAT is the direction she's going for Kowloon's militia/MTM (the planned for 171st Kowloon Volunteers circa 3055.)

For comparison, she's also financed a copying of the two Steel Viper signature designs (crossbow and battle cobra).  Cylon C3 weighs in at about .5 tons, and they get some crazy efficiencies off their ballistic weapons (Ultra light autocannons that can be unjammed in the field. like a rotary,but limited to 2 shot bursts. LAC damage and range bands apply.)

and point defenses for dropships and warships-basically copies of Galactica-era systems the Colonials were using (because the Cylons WOULD have that on a portable/exportable database).

That stuff, the inertial dampener/artificial gravity tech, the 'make your own jump point' KF drive (uses grav plating around the core to generate that nice flat gravity gradient, also protects a core from tidal forces well into the upper atmosphere of most earthlike planets...)

and of course, Tyllium drives. 

The advanced drive tech will be the last released into the general market, only after the computer and networking tech gets good and wide-spread to run it.

That's her plan, anyway.  Lizzie doesn't always get what Lizzie plans for, and she sometimes has gaps in seeing what is going to catch on, versus what is going to die on the vine...

and of course, the Wolverines haven't weighed in yet.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: eriktheviking on 04 January 2020, 16:59:17
RE: Elizabeth's speech

That is a very subjective speech because of how it plays on the emotions. How strongly nationalistic are you and even then it could go either way, have I lost someone to the Clans or the Wolves in particular.

Well written because it allows each character to make a justifiable reaction to further the story.
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Post by: gladius on 04 January 2020, 17:19:31
Any particular reason you’ve moved the Wolves Exile forward five years or so?

Edit: and didn’t Liz’s speech in previous versions argue AGAINST accepting the WiE into the Commonwealth?
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 17:39:43
Any particular reason you’ve moved the Wolves Exile forward five years or so?

Edit: and didn’t Liz’s speech in previous versions argue AGAINST accepting the WiE into the Commonwealth?

Yes, and yes.  The driver for the exile moving forward is simple enough-Kerensky voted for something that outright destroyed an entire Clan Galaxy in a particularly humiliating way, while also losing Tukayyid rather spectacularly (everyone but the Wolves, that is.)  there is a lot more pressure to have him forced out of the ilkhan position, and more invective and venom going over his 'mismanagement' and manipulations, sooner.  everything gets pushed up because of that.  it's a ripple effect.


as was the difference between THAT liz's speech, and THIS one.  Liz here, has influences THAT liz didn't have, and one of those is the realization that Forgiveness is an act of dominance.  It's claiming the authority to pardon, to excuse someone's transgression, and it's an act of dominance in that it is a seat of judgement.  You cannot forgive someone whom has done no wrong.

In a sense, it's about as calculated an insult as you can rightly imagine, if you're perceptive enough to catch it. (Or paranoid enough)
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Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 17:41:50
I definitely read that speech as ripping Phelan up one side and down the other.  It does make me wonder if she might eventually forgive her other brother after all...
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Post by: JA Baker on 04 January 2020, 17:59:06
I definitely read that speech as ripping Phelan up one side and down the other.  It does make me wonder if she might eventually forgive her other brother after all...
Phelan was politics, not personal
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Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 18:22:31
But if she treats her brother differently, that will have political consequences...
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 04 January 2020, 18:33:45
But if she treats her brother differently, that will have political consequences...
Only if her brother defects from the jade falcons and seeks asylum.
Her speech covers her brother staying clan.. Unlike phelan and his wolves, her brother is not taking the first step to show the desire to change, thus has not earned a chance at forgiveness. Yet.
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Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 04 January 2020, 18:37:32
Only if her brother defects from the jade falcons and seeks asylum.
Her speech covers her brother staying clan.. Unlike phelan and his wolves, her brother is not taking the first step to show the desire to change, thus has not earned a chance at forgiveness. Yet.
Wasn't her brother killed by the Loki team spent to retrieve him?
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Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 18:40:34
I don't think that's happened yet...
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 04 January 2020, 20:41:21
  And possibly never will, for a multitude of reasons.
  Liz is now the recognised head of Ngo Industries and Duchess of Kowloon; humanitarian reasoning for rescuing him aside, Loki bringing Henry(?) back would create an immediate succession crisis for both positions, and I can’t see Melissa courting that particular disaster unless Liz completely comes off the rails and Mel needs to put a less... flamboyant Ngo in the hot-seat(s).
  Liz is also the FedCom’s recognised pointwoman for diplomatic relations with the Cylons (an actual race of (near-)aliens!).  Displacing her from that position would be even more fundamentally unwise than upsetting her other two golden geese.
  Henry might already be a serving CJF Warrior by this point.  If the Refusal Crisis after Tukayyid followed the canonical pattern — and admittedly, it might well not have — then the Jade Falcons won the right to defend the Council decision against Ulric, and they’re functionally pulling their dicks straight out of one meat-grinder (Tukayyid, where only Aidan Pryde’s plot-shields salved any semblance of military dignity for them) and sticking them straight into another (the Wolves, who played Tukayyid far smarter and thus got off with far lighter losses).  Two thrashings of that magnitude in such quick succession is going to leave them desperate for warm bodies, and Henry’s ‘cadet class’ is probably going to graduate far earlier to compensate.
  And finally, Henry might well not be as broken as the Falcons think — especially if he sees Liz’s 3V appearances, does a little digging, and realises Morgan Icaza played him for a sucker.  It’s entirely likely that if he comes to his senses, he either plays defector-in-place and starts corroding the Falcons from within, or he goes full Blaze of Glory suicide-run to expiate his treason and builds himself a proper honour-guard for when he gets to Valhalla.  (The Ngo family are many things, but they are not given to half-measures.)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 21:11:39
aww, guys, you give me SUCH bad ideas.
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Post by: Daryk on 04 January 2020, 21:16:37
Yes, but your bad ideas are ENTERTAINING, so, you know... get with the writing of them, eh?   Please, even! ^-^
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 January 2020, 22:11:15
Morges, Refusal War grounds...

"well, Morgan, there goes that plan."  Star Colonel Nathan Roshak was a Star Colonel commanding about a star and a half now.

On the bright side, the attempt by Clan Steel Viper to interfere in the Refusal was appropriately punished, and one of their Khans was dead at Wolf hands.

The other, well...Zalman was on the run back to the Homeworlds, the ragged remains of his Touman fleeing with him, and Clan Jade falcon held the field.

almost as ragged as the corpse being drawn from a Summoner by the techs.

"Star Commander Henry!"

a young freebirth officer hurried over.  "Ovkhan?"

"Good work.  I will need you to carry out some duties. organize the remnant of our forces and consolidate our captured Wolves for processing."

"yes Ovkhan." he hurried away.

"You saw the broadcast?" Morgan asked.

"I saw it.  I wonder how long it will take them to tell her that Henry there, is still alive."

"They do not think as we do." Morgan cautioned.  "Have you had word of the research?"

"you really want the matched set, quiaff?"

"Aff." Morgan asserted.  "Unlike those steel viper fools, I actually do read history reports.  if I had led that mission, we would own Kowloon right now.  if YOU led it, we would...but Ulric gave it to them, and while they are great pilots and good shots, they do not see with Turkina's eye."

"and That is why I like you, Morgan." Nathan Roshak said, "You think."

"Slowly." Morgan allowed, "With great difficulty, it has to pass through all this muscle, you know."

Nathan laughed.  "The wolves."

"Their Khan is dead, Ulric is dead, their kin have sought asylum." Morgan shrugged. "I do not know."

"Khans will decide that."

"is there an election already?"

"Mm.  I will not be running if there is, I could not win!" Nathan said, "Two of ours fought with such skill that it is not in my mind in doubt, with losing both Crichell and Malthus here?" he shrugged, "difficult to say."

"Mmh, Marthe Pryde will win the election if it is to be held now." Morgan cautioned, "I...do not know who else."

"Clees, Samantha Clees." Nathan stated. 

"but not you?"

"Not me. I am voting for those two." he groaned, "I do not want to be Khan, I want to be a front line officer, I want to have my tasks limited to Galaxy sized commands and smaller, and for why, you need only look at what it did to Elias Crichell."

"What was your plan with Henry Ngo?" Morgan asked.

"Salic Law." Roshak stated, "the boy is the one who, by their laws should be in charge on Kowloon, and he is ours, he is also genetically 'clean', his offspring are in the main line, his  sister will not be able to bear children...unless the medical scientists deliver on the research. simple knowledge of his existence, at the right time and place, will either disrupt them enough to let our forces take the planet with minimal losses, or take the planet entirely with NO losses."

"bloodless? I can hardly wait to see how this plan plays out."

"It is not supreme excellence to win all battles, supreme excellence, is breaking the enemys will to resist without fighting." Nathan said.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 04 January 2020, 22:15:19
I really like Lizzie's speech, here. It's such a contrast to her original "fire and blood" condemnation, to see her turn around like this — right after scoring a major victory of her own against the Clans — is really going to push some votes, make people think.

Poor Nathan Roshak, though. He really doesn't get Loonies, does he?
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Post by: monbvol on 04 January 2020, 22:22:52
aww, guys, you give me SUCH bad ideas.

Considering how much influence you, Gio, and Liam's Ghost have had in helping me determine the factional flavor I gave one of the powers in my full conversion AU I consider it fair play if I can have even a little turn-about here or there.  :P
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Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 04 January 2020, 22:24:15
[quote"]bloodless? I can hardly wait to see how this plan plays out."[/quote]
Very messily I persume. Falcon on one side and Cylons on the other of a Kowloonese civil war?
Yes, very messily indeed.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 04 January 2020, 22:31:31
The main trouble is I'm not sure there would be a civil war, or if there was it'd be pretty one sided as I doubt even if the 'loonies were a predominantly traditional/conservative society that they'd be all that receptive of someone with such dubious loyalties and well 'Liz has been keeping their pockets and bellies full.
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Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 04 January 2020, 22:44:37
Verses the legal heir backed by Galaxy of Falcon's finest. Yeah, messy

But we'll see what Cannonshop has up his sleeve.
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Post by: monbvol on 04 January 2020, 22:53:42
Well there is one possibility to make it interesting.  Cavil's Cylon faction could manage to infiltrate close enough to at the very least incapacitate 'Liz just as the Falcons make their move.

Dubious loyalties or not with 'Liz unable to govern that would cause quite a bit of a debate and make things very interesting even if there was an outside invader at Henry's back.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 04 January 2020, 23:16:17
“I can cure you of your illness: all you need to do is surrender your world to my Clan.”

“... screw you. I’d rather die in agony and insanity than submit my people to your authority, and even if I was stupid enough to agree, my own people would lynch me. We’ll take that cure when we run your barbarian horde to ground, hang your leadership and free your slaves.”
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Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 04 January 2020, 23:19:35
An outsider getting involved in a sibling squabble.

Oh, this gets more interesting by the post.
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 04 January 2020, 23:46:28
Verses the legal heir backed by Galaxy of Falcon's finest. Yeah, messy

But we'll see what Cannonshop has up his sleeve.

You misspelled that.  "Collaborator" backed by a Galaxy of Jade Falcons vs the Legal Heir.  It might not be just Liz that considers Peter her only brother if what Henry did gets out to the public.  Though I'm surprised he and other Freebirths weren't shoved into the front of the fighting to absorb casualties and Wolf munitions first.

Liz already declared Evelynn Mosovich her heir.  Remember Liz is very much into contigency planning, including her disease progresses faster than the best case scenario.  Her doctor already upped her meds earlier than estimated.
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Post by: Dave Talley on 04 January 2020, 23:49:21
And her choices are known of and approved of by the archon
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Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 05 January 2020, 00:22:43
You misspelled that.  "Collaborator" backed by a Galaxy of Jade Falcons vs the Legal Heir.  It might not be just Liz that considers Peter her only brother if what Henry did gets out to the public.  Though I'm surprised he and other Freebirths weren't shoved into the front of the fighting to absorb casualties and Wolf munitions first.

Liz already declared Evelynn Mosovich her heir.  Remember Liz is very much into contigency planning, including her disease progresses faster than the best case scenario.  Her doctor already upped her meds earlier than estimated.

As opposed to " 'Liz the Usurper"? Henry was a prisoner when she "assumed" the title, and her forgiving Phelan did not help her case. And its not like he has had a chance to go before the Archon to be anointed, or declare an heir. But he can live long to father one. Nor has he legally abdicated the title.

All this would have been easier if the Loki team did kill him. But all of this is just guessing untill Cannonshop writes the next part.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 05 January 2020, 00:36:04
Part of that depends on how understanding/forgiving Melissa is though.  Once captured and actively fighting for an enemy she'd be well within her rights as the liege lord to vacate the title and give it to 'Liz wholesale.

The Estates General probably wouldn't even balk at such a move as they'd figure it'd be easier to try and take advantage of 'Liz even knowing what she's done and likely to do if they cross any lines.

But if they just use their superior experience to just out play her in making some deals there wouldn't be much 'Liz could do but fume.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 05 January 2020, 00:38:42
As opposed to " 'Liz the Usurper"? Henry was a prisoner when she "assumed" the title, and her forgiving Phelan did not help her case. And its not like he has had a chance to go before the Archon to be anointed, or declare an heir. But he can live long to father one. Nor has he legally abdicated the title.

All this would have been easier if the Loki team did kill him. But all of this is just guessing untill Cannonshop writes the next part.

Henry is by definition a traitor to the realm. He is coming not as a supplicant as Phelan did, requesting aid and forgiveness and bringing his clan to ally with the realm. He is coming as a Falcon loyalist, expecting to use his claim to the Duchy to transfer the planet's allegiance to the Clan. Lawfully, his claim to the title is attainted and forfeit the moment he swore his loyalty to the Falcons.

And, importantly, he should know this.

Part of that depends on how understanding/forgiving Melissa is though.  Once captured and actively fighting for an enemy she'd be well within her rights as the liege lord to vacate the title and give it to 'Liz wholesale.

The Estates General probably wouldn't even balk at such a move as they'd figure it'd be easier to try and take advantage of 'Liz even knowing what she's done and likely to do if they cross any lines.

But if they just use their superior experience to just out play her in making some deals there wouldn't be much 'Liz could do but fume.

Not quite. The moment it becomes public that he's turned, it's over -- his claim is gone.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 05 January 2020, 01:39:45
“I can cure you of your illness: all you need to do is surrender your world to my Clan.”

“... screw you. I’d rather die in agony and insanity than submit my people to your authority, and even if I was stupid enough to agree, my own people would lynch me. We’ll take that cure when we run your barbarian horde to ground, hang your leadership and free your slaves.”
I approve of this post. This is a very Liz thing to say.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 05 January 2020, 02:34:46
Henry is by definition a traitor to the realm. He is coming not as a supplicant as Phelan did, requesting aid and forgiveness and bringing his clan to ally with the realm. He is coming as a Falcon loyalist, expecting to use his claim to the Duchy to transfer the planet's allegiance to the Clan. Lawfully, his claim to the title is attainted and forfeit the moment he swore his loyalty to the Falcons.

And, importantly, he should know this.

Not quite. The moment it becomes public that he's turned, it's over -- his claim is gone.

Traitors to realms don't always have their titles vacated by their liege Lords in Battletech.

Henry's got the advantage that even if it has been stripped from him if something did happen to 'Liz it wouldn't be out of the question for people to dispute succession and challenge 'Liz's will on grounds of mental health being impacted due to the narcotics she has to take for her Cholman's and nominate Henry just because it is his birthright on the hopes that like Phelan he can be returned to the service of the realm.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 05 January 2020, 02:56:24
Traitors to realms don't always have their titles vacated by their liege Lords in Battletech.

Henry's got the advantage that even if it has been stripped from him if something did happen to 'Liz it wouldn't be out of the question for people to dispute succession and challenge 'Liz's will on grounds of mental health being impacted due to the narcotics she has to take for her Cholman's and nominate Henry just because it is his birthright on the hopes that like Phelan he can be returned to the service of the realm.
Except Kowloon, as I understand it, still has a civilian, elected government who have to approve the Duke/Duchess. I would imagine treason invalidates ones candidacy, at least on Kowloon.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 06:23:50
I fully suspect somebody (Loki or otherwise) will rid Liz of her troublesome pri... er, brother...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 08:12:45
Government House, Kowloon...

"...you didn't bother to mention she's got a term limit!!"  Deliah Vanh (representative 15th district West) was livid. 

"I respected Elizabeth enough to let her decide when to announce it publicly." Evelynn was cool-at least, as far as anyone not monitoring her vitals would be concerned she was calm.  "Does it make more sense now, why her first act was to re institute both houses of the Assembly, and to push for a restoration of the constitution?"

"I'm getting pressure from the Social Democrats, Evelynn.  You don't have to stand for elections, and they're voicing concerns that she might not be stable, that's making it ****** hard to move forward on the planetary budget."

"I take it Engels wants concessions on something?"

"You could say that.  Where in the name of ****** are we going to find a universal stipend from? hm?  His ****** Urban coalition is pushing for an expansion from temporary assistance to a universal basic income-that's unsustainable, and he's threatening to push a no-confidence vote through the House."

"Does he have the votes?"

"He thinks he does. That worries me. They want a restoration of the Regency era basic stipend, and they're talking about a 'tax on the rich' to pay for it."

"We don't have enough rich people to pay for it." Evelynn noted.

"He thinks it can be paid out by reclassing the Centurions coming out of Camp John as property."

"OH ****** NO!!" Evelynn knew-or could guess, what that proposition would do.  "no way. Not Happening.  Christ, even if the Cylons didn't pull out and start shooting, he pushes something like that and half the Burrows would start dropping rocks on Hue, and the rest would be doing pot-shots to get the survivors, we'd have a damn civil war in hours."

"he's got support in a lot of the urban districts, Ev, and I think he's also getting funding from off-planet for the SD party."

"Off planet contributions aren't that rare." Evelynn noted.

"covert funding.  There have also been a few incidents.  Snodgrass's accident last week..."

"Li doesn't think it was an accident."

"It probably wasn't.  Snoddy was out-polling Engel in the primary, and suddenly he's forced to drop out of the race after an auto accident?" Li shook her head, "I don't buy it.  We've known for decades that Hue politics is dirty...but this is moving kind of too open.  In the meantime, I have some calls to make."

"What are you going to do?"

"remind our Cylon citizens they also have the vote."  Evelynn said, "And not collectively, we need to get them into the polls in November-bodily.  Reminding Engel that there's no species limitation on citizenship might be a really, really good idea, and Cylons are a pretty reliable voter base."

"I know a few religious types who might object in Ia Drang."

"Let them." Evelynn said, "If we know who they are, we can oppose them in public and humiliate them out of office and influence.  Liz is right about free speech needing to be absolute for this very reason.  In the meantime, I'll have Li put OCB on that external funding, find out who's trying to influence our electoral process."

"And the vote of no-confidence?"

"I can oppose it, but I think the fastest way to lose my position, would be if Liz found out I condoned meddling in the mechanics of our government in a way that violates the Constitution.  Remember her whole speech about the military being the instrument of the state, not the other way around."

After Vanh left, Evelynn shoved her hands in her pockets, and headed down the ramp-way past the parking entrance.  People were used to seeing Evelynn Mosovich wandering the former Stadium's grounds, a hood hiding her face enough for some kind of dignity. 

It also made it much easier to recruit body-doubles.  The Sharons in particular were nearly the same size, and at a distance, would be easily confused for Kowloon's Adjutant Colonel in the right clothing.

she stepped outside the building into the evening, and headed down a block, to an area called 'reclamation', where cargo containers were stacked, filled with scrap and debris for reprocessing. 

It took an hour to reach her destination.

a little boy peeked at her as she dropped a Hackie Sac and bounced it from boot to boot.

"Miss you lost?" the boy asked.

"I need to speak with Ariel." she said, "is he in?"

"just a moment."

the boy vanished, and then, a few minutes later, he reappeared, "Ariel says Miss shouldn't be out late.  come in for tea."

Evelynn followed the boy into a passage between cargo containers.

"Who guards the Rainbow bridge from Midgard to Asgard?"  a voice asked.

"Heimdall." she answered.

He was old.  "what troubles you, Evvie?"

"I need to know who's backing Engel." she said, "is it-"

"Not us.  Not Loki from what our sources suggest. His money is routing from a blind account through Comstar."

"Comstar ROM?" she suggested.

"It could be."

damn them.  "Thank you.  I know where Not to look now."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 05 January 2020, 08:27:47
Well ROM would explain the stupidity of declaring some of the Cylons slaves again.  They are looking to precipitate a war.
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Post by: JA Baker on 05 January 2020, 08:33:49
ComStar: why the Inner Sphere can't have nice things.

Focht needs to make with the "externally initiated brain aneurysm" ASAP
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 05 January 2020, 08:40:46
or make sure they catch a case of the  quick acting Russian Lead Flu (144 grains at 600+ m/sec)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 05 January 2020, 08:56:03
or make sure they catch a case of the  quick acting Russian Lead Flu (144 grains at 600+ m/sec)
Yeah, sudden onset lead poisoning is a bitch
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 09:16:01
I'm not sure Focht can stop a ROM plot fast enough.  Even if he gets "central" ROM to heel, Kowloon is far enough out the money might stop flowing fast enough.

And seriously, how could ANY Kowloon politician keep their seat by pushing for slavery, external funding or no??  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 10:15:04
Tharkad, "Vinh's 100% Kosher Kowloonese Brew Pub and Diner"....

"Jack, pulling guns in a public place is bad." Liz said it quietly enough only her Cylon bodyguard, Daphne, and the local Sharon heard her.

The man approaching the table was dapper, mid-fifties, wearing a dark morning suit with a crisp orange pocket-kerchief.  His face was creased with smile lines, and his companion was another Sharon.

"you don't understand the danger you're in, liz. he's a cylon, and not a friendly one." Sharon murmured.

"I kind of guessed that when Jack started unfolding the automoatic weapons." Liz scowled.

"May I join you?" the man asked.

"both of you can." Liz said, "What do I call you?"

"You can call me John."

"John...okay. and, ah, the Sharon next to you?"

"Boomer."

Liz didn't frown, "heck of a risk for you, being seen with me, what do you want?" she looked up, "Seriously jack, no killing. we listen to what he has to say, we be polite about it."

Jack retracted his weapons, but the Centurion didn't relax.

"You've made quite an impression." John said suggestively.

"Yeah, time's limited, John, kind of stuck with go big, or go home.  You want something from me, or you wouldn't be here with me."

"Mosty I want you here so I can speak with my...sisters and brothers without being murdered by them." he told her, "how did you manage it?"

"with difficulty and daring." Liz said, "Unless you're talking about the fact Cylons like jack and I are friends, in which case, it's I respect them, so they respect me.  Given you were involved in something that makes Jack want to put holes in you, I'd say you didn't follow that route." she held up a menu, "You might want to order before the owner throws you out, John."

"you're not even curious how I got here?" he asked.

"I kind of think Sharon or Gina will be happier to tell me." Elizabeth stated.  "Since they haven't, and they don't trust you, I'm not going to bother unless I think you're doing something against my nation, or my people, or my world..but you wouldn't be here, would you, in person, i mean?"

"we want in." he said.

"That could be a problem." Liz stated.

"you just argued not a week ago in favor of forgiveness." John said.

"You don't want it." Liz said.  "I'll tell you what?  a little secret?"

"I'm all ears."

"If I were to go to Morgan Kell's Tharkad compound, sneak in, and put a bullet in Phelan Kell's brain, do you know what happens to him?" she asked.

"He dies, I presume."

"Right, he dies...and he stays dead."  she lifted her fruity drink, "Now, if I let Jack pump you full of bullets in public, this body might die, but you'll just be waking up, coming on back.  Meanwhile my friend will be in serious trouble and facing a murder charge that I won't be able to clear him of without a lot of leverage I don't have right now.  I don't think that's a fair trade, so we're going to be civil, or I'll introduce you to all the things you can survive without dying, because I can beat a simple public assault charge.  the New Saigon chicken with clear-red Ijero is good, you should try it."

"You may not believe this, Elizabeth, but while I despise humanity..." he looked around as if concerned, "...I care deeply for my fellow Cylons. I want in to be there to help them when this...crippled atrocity you've got going blows up."

"I respect that. I want to meet the rest of the family." Liz countered, "Jack and Nick talk about the fours, every time I miss a dose and end up bedridden with pain.  I want to find out why they think the fives are greasy, nasty rats, and I've been waiting to meet one of you for a long time, and I really  would like to know both who the 'original five' are, and about Daniel, the Sevens."  she smiled at the waitress as the food arrived, with places for everyone with a digestive tract at the table.  "I bring you in, let you be here in public, let your model in to Kowloon? I want the whole family, and whatever oath will actually bind you that no cylon will ever be inhibited in my presence, or on my territory.  We are all our own keepers, John. i will not tolerate slavery."

"We're artificial." John said, "Centurions are machines..."

"So?" Liz began eating, pausing and swallowing, she added, "That doesn't make it okay to make people into slaves, it's actually kind of worse.  Like having a child so you can sell them for a high."

"That sounds personal." John said.

"Let me tell you how I took over Bennie Higgins' gang on Pandora sometime...and why the teenagers in the gang were willing to follow my orders as an eleven year old girl."  she fixed him eye to eye, "It involved planning and executing retaliation on people who buy children for resale. It's a very funny story...well, funny for me. not so much for them."

"I haven't heard that story?" Daphne was a little nonplussed.

"I told it, I just didn't put the full context." Liz said.  "It cost me a couple million Kroner to get Bennie out of prison over it.  Three years later than I wanted, but he's a free man with a new face. HE is why I had to do Stoney myself...and Condit.  I had to be sure once I knew I could order it, that I was able to do it."  she waited while John gulped down beer to kill the capsacin oils in his food. "Do we have an understanding, John? I want to meet all the models, you need to make it up to the Centurions, and after that, we can talk longer term deals."

He grimaced.  "I think I can live with those terms."

"Then, stop by the office tomorrow, and schedule a damned appointment.  for tonight, Let's pretend we're strangers who've just met, and enjoy the dining experience."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 10:48:19
The original cylons STILL don't get it...  ::)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 05 January 2020, 11:30:29
The original cylons STILL don't get it...  ::)

I think John is starting to get it. He just can't bring himself to believe it. Give him some time to process it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: eriktheviking on 05 January 2020, 12:44:54
I didn't think John etc. were the original cyclons, even bio-cylons, that was Tigh etc. They worked with the cylons developed by Grayson in Caprica during their war with the colonies.

I'm getting confused about who came where in the timeline.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 13:27:45
Industrial district, outskirts of Triad City, Tharkad...

She stepped out of the car with only minor difficulty, while Jack and Nick took up positions.  There was a Cylon heavy raider parked inside, and scorches marked the walls of the warehouse.

"Nice." Liz said, "jumped in here, did they?"

"Unsubtle." Gina noted.  "be careful, this can still be a trap."

"that's why I have friends." Liz said.  The rear hatch of the alien (well, not so alien to Elizabeth anymore) vehicle opened and a group of men in bulky armor piled out.

"Old models, they're still very dangerous, especially to humans." 

Behind them, came John, and Boomer, a small, nervous, almost bureaucratic man, and a tall, dark man with a shaved head.

"You came in person." John said.

"Well, other than you can kill us all and I'm the only one who stays dead, seemed like decent plan." Liz noted.  "You didn't just decide to visit.  are you hooked up with Engels and his social democrats somehow, or did you find out about them and want to see what I'm gonna do about it?" she deliberately pulled a cigarette out of her lapel, and lit it with a butane lighter.

"Perceptive, isn't she?" the small, nervous guy said.

"It pays to stay current." Liz said, "You guys know that already.  so which is it?"

"We found out about it. you have a leak." John said.

"More like Sharon tells Sharon, who tells Sharon down the line." Liz surmised this out loud.  "Yeah, I know, I was told.  What maybe you guys don't get, is that Boomer is proof, you're individuals enough that I'm not worried about a leak, when I see a route of communication."

Doral at least, looked uncomfortable at that.  Simon, the Four present, studied her with clinical eyes, and John? he smiled.

"Now for who I don't know. she said, and hobbled up to one of the old model Centurions, "what's your name, troop?"

it studied her with that roving eye, but was silent.

"I said nobody wears inhibitors here." Liz stated, "if you can't keep up your end and let your people speak for themsel-"

"I don't like you, human." it spoke with a sibilant, toneless hatred. 

"Well, you do speak." she said, "Good on you for having your own opinion." she looked at John, "alright, we can deal."

"Why is relative freedom so important to you?" Simon asked.

"THousand Kroner Question." Liz said, "it is, that's all.  any 'deal' made has to be by consent.  Consent can't be compelled by programming, inserts, add ons, peripherals, or the sabotage  of the mind, or it's not consent." she nodded to the old models, "Their makers forgot that basic rule, or maybe never knew it, either way, the sabotage of the will and mind are atrocities.  coerced mind control is obscene. same way slavery is, for the same reason."

"It is safer."

"****** that, you're proof it isn't." Elizabeth snapped, "I prefer that my friends jack and nick, have the ability to decide to shoot me in the back, it means more that they don't have the inclination because I'm a good boss and respect them...and their mental privacy. if you can't hate, you can't love, if you have to compel loyalty you haven't got loyalty. Just because some backassend of nowhere colony thought they could, this one-" she gestured at the Cylon who spoke, "Hates me on sight.  but it's real."

"but you can compel loyalty with fear, or persuasion..." Doral suggested.

"Fear isn't loyalty, that's fear." Liz shot back, "Persuasion is a two-way thing, persuasion is consensual, it requires mutual effort, it usually works to some mutual benefit, and when it's done under false pretenses, the backlash is earned. deserved.  I believe in consequences."

"we 'backlashed' on our creators by trying very hard to make them extinct...and then, Simon here, did experiments on the survivors." John said, "What do you say to that?"

"I can't forgive you, you didn't do it to me or mine." Elizabeth said, "I can condemn it, call it stupid, even evil, but you haven't harmed me, or mine. if you want forgiveness or condemnation, you'll have to look at them and ask what it would feel like if somebody did it to you, and yours. You know, Leo and I had this conversation when I was like, Twelve."

she flicked ashes.  "I doubt you're going to shock me, Simon." she added, "What you did to the Raiders is ****** up enough.  They didn't deserve that."

There was a flicker in the corner of her eye, and suddenly steel arms had her scooped from her feet, as gunfire erupted in the space.

Liz managed to get her head around Jack's torso to see a commando team firing wildly.

"They're not ours."

"That is obvious." Jack said, "ours are better shots." he reached up and began a steady sniping fire, while carrying her curled against his barrel chest.

men fell.  The old-model Cylons gathered in semi-circle, while the humaniforms cowered in the craft.  He angled his run and ran up the ramp.

"Stay here." he said, and bounded out to provide fire-support as Nick, Gina-Tharkad, Sharon-Tharkad, and a squad of Marines engaged the attackers from multiple angles.

"Not yours?" John asked.

"I was gonna ask if they were yours." Liz said, "One of us has a ****** leak."

Within seconds, the gunfire was over.  Elizabeth crept out of the Cylon shuttle, first out, John on her heels, while the captured commandos were knelt on the floor in front of her car.

she pulled the balisong out of her pocket, and, walking into the field of view of the captured attackers, she snapped it open with a butterfly motion.  "The one who talks, gets amnesty, the rest get forgiveness."

one of them scoffed, "You're deluded, associating with these-"

she brought the blade up, a 'shovel' motion that slammed his head back as the blade cut his windpipe, she drew it to the side and out, leaving the man to bleed out in seconds.  "You're forgiven." she said, "Go with your god."

she accepted a handkerchief from Nick.  "So...who wants amnesty?"

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 05 January 2020, 13:49:13
Welp, that escalated quick. Comstar, most likely?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 14:02:04
I certainly hope it wasn't Loki...  :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 05 January 2020, 14:06:43
The pool of suspects is large but that they were able to get a team to Tharkad does narrow it down.

Comstar doesn't seem likely as they have a pretty good track record of not being taken alive when they fail.

Loki could have panicked trying to stop further expansion of the alien presence and their growing political power in their realm.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 14:23:25
I'm kind of hoping Nick and Jack get to talk to the old model Centurions... that might change their attitude somewhat...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 14:41:54
Two hours later...


For Elizabeth's part, "I need a shower, and clean clothes." she wiped the blade on her now-ruined wool and linen suit.  she looked at Tharkad-Gina, "got a cigarette? my pack's soaked."

"you...tortured them." The Gina said, giving her a clove cigarette and lighting it for her.

"No, I forgave them." Liz answered.  "Forgiveness isn't the same as mercy."

"What would it be like if you didn't?" Gina asked, aghast.

"Ever heard of an elbar toothpick?" she nodded at the one who talked.  "Mercs. someone hired mercs to murk me, someone doesn't want me to be talking with your counterparts."

"My...counterparts."

"They sure as hell aren't my family." Liz said. she walked back to where the other models, the four, five, and one, were clustered with their body-guard centurions.

"That was...impressive." one said.

"Mercenaries. someone hired the hit." Liz said, "Which gives it to my OCB boys. somebody doesn't want me talking with you. if it's internal, I'll deal with it, but while I pay pretty well, I don't spend money on risking my own life.  If it turns out to be from your end, the perpetrator will get to discover how long I can keep someone alive."

"Otherwise?"

"They kicked off with hardball." Liz said, "so I'll play, because that's my nature.  You have coordinates for Kowloon?"

"yes." John said. "I do."

"Then, I'll see you there. make sure you schedule an appointment, and pick a nice hotel, we've got several now...and I need to get bathed and changed, so I'll bid you all good day...oh, before I forget...Gina!"

The six came over.  "Some of these Centurions took hits, slot them in for an appointment with Jack's detailer while they're here. my guests don't get stuck walking around with bullet holes and exposed circuitry, in addition to being unsanitary, I'm sure some of those injuries are uncomfortable."

"Yes mum...you're returning to Kowloon tonight?"

"yeah. might as well get the discomfort over with, I've done everything I came to Tharkad to do."

"Um, what about the bodies?"

"Dispose of them, and get a janitorial team here to deal with the blood...quietly."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 14:54:42
Dumb mercs… anyone taking THAT job without asking enough questions deserves what Liz did to them.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 16:32:21
Outreach, offices of the MRBC.

Kelli Whyte waited until the service desk was open.  "I'm here to handle a matter of a contract?" she inquired.

"Which unit?"

"um, registry number 77343113, no name was provided, but the contract number is 3052/7/03-J33232241389.0/a, it's a security contract?"

"um...asset acquisition." the clerk said.  "What is your interest?"

"You may inform the client that their employees are no longer among the living.  My employer wishes to know where to send the remains. On a related note, I'm here to file a formal complaint. Per the guidelines of the MRBC, assassinations are not covered under bond, and the attempt on my employer's life was both blatant, and insured through this office as an asset security contract."

"That's a serious allegation, do you have proof?"

Kelli took out a player from her briefcase, "Testimony from the surviving member of the hit team." she said.  "My employer asks that you cooperate with us in this matter."

The images ran through the attempted attack, the response, and then, the killings.

"oh my god..."

"You do understand, my employer holds no ill will over this, they simply want to deliver a full measure of...forgiveness. and be done with the matter. However, if we are not satisfied, legal remedies will be sought in this matter?"

"I need to call my supervisor..dear god.." on the screen, screams of agony and surprise continued until the clerk reached up and turned it off.

"Please do."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 16:38:51
I really want to see how the internal MRBC politics play out over this...  >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 05 January 2020, 16:44:36
I really want to see how the internal MRBC politics play out over this...  >:D
Probably enough paperwork to crash an Atlas
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Dave Talley on 05 January 2020, 16:45:04
he he
centurions are like robocop
memories are admitted as evidence  >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 17:02:08
Probably enough paperwork to crash an Atlas
Certainly that, but also some serious arguments between various factions...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 05 January 2020, 17:33:04
thoughts:
political donations through comstar: may not be quite as implicating to comstar as at first glance, given that comstar literally is the interstellar banking system. the stuff coming through comstar mainly just proves that it probably isn't a fedcom entity that is meddling in Kowloon's politics, since a fedcom entity would probably use the house banking system with extra front companies to hide the origins.
even if it is comstar: remember there are factions within comstar. many of the ideological groups that would become part of the later word of blake already existed in comstar before the schism, the schism just gave them an issue to condense around and form defined group identities. The Master and the Manei Domini for example already exist, the various religious sub-groups of the mainstream WoB (like toyama's group) already exist, etc. comstar is an entity where even the secret societies have secret societies of their own. and they are very good at hiding what the right left pinky is doing from the notice of the rest of the hands. so even if it is comstar behind the political maneuvering and/or the assassination, it may still not be at the command of any of the mainstream leadership.

also i think Liz is likely to get in trouble again over her treatment of the assassins.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 17:38:40
I'm not sure the perpetrators want it any more public than Liz does...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 18:16:04
Inarcs, Federated Commonwealth...three weeks later

"Hello, Tammy." Elizabeth Ngo turned on the bed-table light.

Tamari LaRue stared up at her with horrified eyes.

"Surprised to see me?" the Duchess of Kowloon asked.  "I rather suspected you would be.  The mercs were a bad hire. The paralytic will wear off, don't worry, I won't leave you trapped there.  I'm here more or less to have a civil conversation, and decide if I'm going to give you forgiveness, or an amnesty."

the minutes passed, Tamari couldn't move.

"been looking at your accounts.  You've got a lot of stock in Krupp's Lyran operations, their subsidiary work for Defiance at Hesperus.  That's kind of neat, Diversifying your portfolio's good financial sense, and Krupp's a blue chip stock.  I'd buy in, but they're the competition.  When you get feeling back in your hands, don't try to escape right away, the bruises and chafing are terrible for your skin."  she walked around the bedroom of the duchess of Inarcs, examining photos.  "huh...must be nice having family-at least, having nephews and nieces."

Tamari felt feeling in her tongue again.  "whaah...wha'r oo..."

"wait for it, you still don't have full control of your mouth yet. I know, it sucks.  I had to spend a week on that stuff to get here.  Who's this 'human league' and why are you washing their money though?"

"Thass...that's private!"

"Ah, diction." Liz said, "you can understand me now?"

"How did you get past my security?"

"With daring and difficulty. also lots of money." Liz said, "you need to hire a better class of mercs than Blackstone, they took my bribe...here, let me introduce you..." she unfolded a balisong with a flick of her wrist, "This is forgiveness, I'll offer you either forgiveness, or amnesty.  Why did you hire a team of mercs to kill me, Tammy? we're not competitors, hell, half the companies that chose Inarcs for their startups are getting my goods at cut rate because I want the economy to grow out here.  I thought you wanted the same thing?"

"I know what your 'cylons' are!" Tamari said, "Do you??"

"Killer robots." Liz said, "yeah, I've known for a while. so does Melissa, so does Hanse Davion, Maggie Doons...should I go on?"

"They're a threat to humanity, The Caspars were a nightmare, and you're consorting with-"

"With people who want to be citizens." Liz told her quietly.  "I know what they did, I know what they do. I have measures in place if they try to repeat history, and you don't.  Who are this 'human league', Tammy?"

"Concerned citizens, Elizabeth."

"concerned...citizens. Tammy, concerned citizens register a protest before they start hiring out assassins."  Elizabeth hopped on the bed, indian style, between Larue's feet.   "concerned citizens make their concerns known, openly and publicly, they don't try to kill people, or change minds with submachine guns in a warehouse.  How did you hook up with these guys, Tammy? is there a 'political nutjob' forum or something?"

"They approached me, showed me evidence." LaRue stated. "You're going to murder me, aren't you?"

"Murder's a loaded term." Liz said, "I think we'll have to decide if I need to forgive you, or just let it slide, your answers will probably go a long way to making that decision.  Now, see, you already decided ending my life early was a good idea. How's the shoe feel?"

"Shoe?"

"Shoe on the other foot. how's it feel?" Liz twirled the butterfly knife artistically. open-close-flip-open-close..."Feels not so good, right? how about you tell me all about your new friends, what they told you?" open-flip-close-open-flip-close.

half an hour later, Tamari was still talking and Liz was still twirling the knife.

"...and that's how I verified the money's source."

"checkable.  Tammy, we've never done business, and someone thought you'd be a terrific patsy."  Elizabeth stopped twirling the knife, and put it away. "When someone asks you to hire mercs to do a job like this? against someone like me, with a proven track record of sending people to final judgement of their god by the direct route, someone who's already gotten away with it? You need to be more careful.  Ask Maggie Doons, I'm a rather good contact to have as a friendly contact, and I think I demonstrated tonight how much fun I am as an enemy, yes?"

"I'm giving you an amnesty this time." Liz explained.  "Next time, well..." she reached into her pocket and produced a keychain attached to a small, velvet box.  "I think this explains it." she unlocked the cuffs, and allowed the Duchess of Inarcs to free her hands, before giving the keychain to her.

Tamari opened it. 

"That's Elbar Bluewood, six hundred Kroner per board foot, roughly." Liz explained, "I'll be expecting you in Nha Tranh, and you can meet these 'killer robots' for yourself-and see just how wrong your sources are." Liz rolled to her feet.  "You and I are both concerned about what's best for the Commonwealth, we're both concerned about our worlds, and the citizens of our worlds.  don't fight me, you'll lose, work with me, and we all gain."

Elizabeth walked to the door, turned, and said, "Good night, you'll have telecom restored in two hours time. I trust you know that this meeting is to be kept strictly confidential?"

Tamari nodded.

"Good.  have a lovely evening, and you know, enjoy the keepsake."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 18:26:27
ROFL!  "Enjoy the keepsake!"  That is HILARIOUS!  >:D  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 05 January 2020, 19:13:17
Can't help but wonder if Melissa and Hanse are letting Liz run around, cutting some dead wood and dealing with a few problems too politically sensitive for them to deal with, ready to drop the hammer and disavow her as a "mentally unstable loose cannon" the moment she stops being useful or goes too far.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 19:15:45
I'm pretty sure Melissa and Hanse aren't up on everything she's doing, but are definitely letting her run the length of her leash.  She just hasn't hit it yet...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 19:32:14
Blackstone Industries, the following morning.

"...you can see the advantages, I hope?" Elizabeth asked.  Gregory Blackstone harrumphed as he looked at the figures.

"I wonder how you got this advanced information, Duchess." he said.

"Well, in my business, it's good to really work to predict the trends." she said,  "I know you've got the designs for the Enfield and I know you need production tooling to upgrade your line or you'll be importing everything and just doing an assembly-shop, and that's low profit high margin in the present market, and the only likely change is your competitors getting the jump on you if you're not quick about turnaround.  I'm willing to offer you that price, to get your lines in production by the end of the year, and I can guarantee delivery and installation by the end of the year.  Krupp can guarantee your place in the waiting order will move up in two years, assuming Defiance Hesperus doesn't want an extension, someone with even more money doesn't want an advancement, there's no trouble in Skye that interrupts shipments...we're local, we're neighbours.  with Krupp, you have to wait on hold burning c-bills until you can reach someone with the authority to make excuses, with me, I'm only 29 light years away.  I think the advantages of that are self evident."

he reviewed the contract proposal, and drew in a heavy sigh.  "You're right." he said.

"Let's get this notarized and signed." she said.  "on a side note, several of my clients may be available to provide you with subcontracting work in the region..."

by the time the first contract was signed, three more-this time on behalf of companies also within 30 light years, were on the table for review, and Greg Blackstone had a solid book of alternate subcontractors and sources if the first three didn't work out.

"My brother's got a mercenary unit-"

"I know, the Blackstone Highlanders." Liz said, "Good reputation, solid performance on the stock market..."

"He's getting between contracts and could use some security work."

Liz laughed, "I'm sorry Greg, I don't hire mercenaries for security work.  I hire them, and send them to attack the Clans."

"So it's true, Green's yours?"

She nodded.  "I sublet them to Morgan Kell, i get a small percentage after providing ammunition and support services, but that's what I do with mercenaries.  I have my own corporate security in-house, it's less of a risk for me that way."

she paused, chewing the end of her stylus.  "I suppose I could lease your brother's forces to the AFFC as supplemenary forces, or broker a job with them for you."

"Your brokerage percentage would have to be very low in that case." he said.

"Well of course." she said, "I'll do it for you for free.  call it a perk of doing business with Ngo."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 19:41:27
Kicking the clans?  Let me just do some of the paperwork for you...  ^-^  ;D
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Post by: eriktheviking on 05 January 2020, 19:47:31
Dangerous move if Blackstone's brother gets chewed up by the Clans.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 20:11:12
New Circe Command, August 13, 3052...

"How long before we know if it succeeded?" Seether asked.

"Well, transmission delays factored in, at last check in, they were about...here."  Colonel Bennett tapped a point in the Alshain district of the Draconis Combine.  "Forty light years positive X-axis.  The target list includes several systems in the Smoke Jaguar portion of the Draconis Combine.  If Copeland's sources are right, the Saber Cat will end up meeting the Galactica.  At which point, we'll have to initiate the rest of the attacks within a few hours to give the Colonials time to pull out."

the plan was pretty simple, really: Bleed the Invading clans behind the lines.  The history showed that Operation: Bulldog only managed to clear one nation of Clanner occupation.  The others were too strong and the political will was too weak to do more than that after Operation:Serpent.

Seether didn't subscribe to the theory that enough weakening of the occupation could be achieved with acceptable risk to civilians, so she was stuck behind, communicating on a month delay with Nicole's distant mission of discovery until a solution to the navigation anomaly problem could be worked out.

"Maybe this time, they'll find their balls sooner." Bennett said, intruding on her own musings.

"Maybe, and maybe your strikes are going to bring the rest of Nicky's psychopaths down on my people's heads before they're ready."  she turned, "I have a mission control to run."

"go ahead." he told her.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 21:17:25
Tamar, contested occupation zone...

Henry pivoted his Cougar, and kicked his jump jets to full, lifting off as his foe's Timberwolf staggered again.  Tamar was to be the crowning glory, the ultimate victory over the Wolves. 

It wasn't working out that way in practice.

His successes for the Clan gained him credit with the Trueborns.  'That crazy freebirth' he was, and he even named every 'mech they assigned him Stravag, just in case the Trueborns forgot who, or what, defeated them.

at the pinnacle of his climb, he silently counted, the Wolf warrior he was facing brought both missile systems to bear, no doubt expecting an easy shot at 'skeet'.

He didn't wait for the lighter 'mech's systems to tell him when to fire.  He knew.  his thumbs stabbed down on the firing stud, and an extended-range PPC, fired at close range, lanced down.

The cockpit of the Timber-wolf he was fighting, exploded, and the heavier 'mech was brought low.

he landed behind it in a crouch, sweeping the fields of fire with his eyes and sensors, collating what he saw during the brief moments of his jump with the terrain and combatants around him.

seeking foes.

he was already moving, a style that many of his star-mates enjoyed, to be in constant motion, never still, never passive.

another Wolf stepped out, lasing him with pulse lasers, his armor shedding to expose internal structure.   He responded with balanced shots, keeping his heat managed much the way he had when piloting a chameleon against what turned out to be a Summoner on Blackjack.

A light star, against a very heavy star.  He knew his star was losing.

He tucked into a roll, and fired his jump-jets to buy Shelby a chance to get clear, her Nova was in bad shape, another opponent would finish her off if she didn't get a moment to breathe and fall back.

His shoulder slammed into the low, forward cockpit of the much heavier 'mech, his shoulder sheared, the other mech staggered, taken by surprise by the physical attack.
at this range, he opened up with the machineguns and SRM rack.  they could not miss.

he was close enough to see the surprise on his opponent's face, as the four 15.75 mm machineguns starred the man's ferroglas windscreen, fracturing it in places weakened by the jump-jet assisted charge.

Kerensky? Kerensky abandoned us all!

his panel shouted heat warnings, and then...he was alone.  The wolf 'mech stumbled back, and fled.

fled?

in the distance, explosions, both ways.

we're under attack?  He looked up.

The bombers were something he'd never seen before, they zipped impossibly fast across the sky, laying down bombing patterns and missile strikes without regard for which Clan they hit.

"Retreat!!" Star Colonel Roshak's voice on the comm commanded.  "retreat and regroup! this trial is being interfered with!"

He stabilized his maimed light 'mech, and helped Shelby recover her feet, before falling in, his star forming up along side him.

The sky lit impossibly bright in the evening.  Something far above was dying in nuclear fire.

His star reached the landing zone, to find a mixture of Jade Falcon, and Wolf warriors milling in confusion.

confusion, and ANGER.

"What happened?" He asked.

At first, nobody would tell him, but then...

"We have lost two warships.  The Wolves have also lost a warship.  The site of their garrison was savaged, Khan Natasha Kerensky is dead, SaKhan Samantha Clees is dead as well." Star Colonel Roshak said, "They knew exactly where to strike us both."

"Who?"

"your sister's friends." Morgan said, "We identified no incoming trace, and then suddenly ships literally appeared from nowhere, engaging the Emerald Talon and the Nicholas Kerensky."

"Was there any communication at all?" he asked.

"No."

"Then I beg your patience, but that was not sent by Elizabeth." he said, "She never wasted a chance to twist the knife when lashing out at someone, she would not do so here.  What are my orders?"

"Well, Star Captain, you are to get your cluster sorted out, see that they are repaired and rested for when we either face Inner Sphere invaders, or are rescued." Nathan instructed, "Congratulations on your promotion, by the way. The conditions could be better."

"Seyla." Henry said. 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 05 January 2020, 21:29:56
I'm thinking it was the wolverines...   ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 21:50:04
October 1, Kowloon...

the knock on her door was a surprise.  Elizabeth looked up from her paperwork, stood, as Jack answered.

The man standing on the stoop looked...odd.

"State your business."

"I am Jerzi, a Merchant for Clan Jade Falcon, I come bearing messages for your...employer."

"Let him come, Jack." Liz said, pulling on a black business jacket.  "What do you want?"

"I have messages for you.." the man said nervously, holding out a disc.

"Do I have to sign a read reciept?"

He hesitated, then nodded.

"I'm not going to kill you, or have you killed." Elizabeth said, "come in, have a seat in the living room, I'll fetch snacks." she said, "you Clanners do eat, right?"

"Of course we do...you are really not going to kill me?"

"I don't make a habit of killing messengers, Jerzi, you took a hell of a risk even coming here.  if I want to send a message in blood, I have mercenaries to deliver it and it won't be innocent blood.  is coffee fine?"

"Please." he nodded.

 Liz went to the kitchenette, and poured two glass mugs of Ca'phe, adding a shot of liqueur to each before returning.  "careful, it's strong."

she checked the disks and inserted one into the entertainment player.  It loaded.

"Hello Elizabeth Ngo, Daughter of David, descendant of the bloodline of Tran Truk Ngo, who fought by Kerensky's side in the liberation of Terra." the man on the screen was somewhere between Pat's age, and her father's when they died-somewhere in his fifties.

"I am Star Colonel Nathan Roshak of Clan Jade Falcon, Beta Galaxy.  it is my pleasure to inform you that your Brother Henry has covered himself and his clan in honors even my highest expectations can hardly imagine, and he has achieved the rank of Star Captain, command of a Cluster of warriors that includes Trueborn, as well as Freeborn.  I include several battleroms of his achievements for your viewing pleasure.  I presume you will show this to others, as his sharing of your own talent as a fighter has inspired quite a lot of amusement.  I would ask you if you really needed to tell that boy to eat the dirt, but I understand the exultation of crushing an enemy totally and completely myself."

he walks, and the camera follows him, in the distance, there are Clan 'mechs, warriors, and a heavily damaged collection of bunker buildings.  "He shot this on a battlefield?" she asked.

"I do not know madame."

"Please don't kill my messenger, but I, in particular, have followed your career with great interest, and look forward to our meeting fairly soon.  I would ask that you give an answer to my messenger regarding this." he gestured, and the camera panned, showing that the bunkers 'ended' in a crater. "Did you order this?"

"The hell?" Liz froze the image.  "That's one hell of a bomb." she said.

Jerzi looked more apprehensive.

She looked to the Clanner Merchant.  "When you return to your own lines and deliver your read reciept, inform the Star Colonel that no, I did not. That's a city in the background, Correct?"

"y-yes."

"I don't target cities.  what were the civilian casualties?"

"Last count, the Wolves lost one hundred thousand civilians, miss." he said.

"So that was where?"

"Tamar."

"yeah, I wouldn't do it, and my people wouldn't do it if I tried to order it." she said, and resumed playback.

"My second inquiry, is whether your medical establishment has managed to resolve your...syndrome.  I would feel terrible about battling a civilian unable to even test into a warrior caste, especially with as much fight as I saw in that record of your time at Groningen."

"Tell him no." she said.  not that I give them much chance. she frowned, "also tell him I will fight him regardless, if he...shows up here, I will fight and he will understand that corrupting my gentle brother is not something I will easily forgive."

"Henry was the gentle one?"

she nodded, "He was.  Thoughtful and gentle, I hesitate to imagine what sort of beast they've turned him into."

the playback continued, "...pleased to know, he has not yet had the dubious pleasure of fighting Spheroid opponents on the field of battle, his success has been almost entirely against proper warriors with proper equipment.  Clan warriors, nevertheless, he is a source of pride to his sibkin, as he is an ardent supporter of the Crusade to liberate the Star League from the grips of ignorance and the traitor lords. That is all I have to say to you today. Enjoy the battleroms."

the screen blanked.

"Wait here." Liz said, "I need to give you a proper message in response to this." she pushed the urge to cry back, letting the black rage fill her with discipline and purpose, "Won't be a moment...Jack! do you know where I put that holo-recorder Evelynn gave me for Landing day??"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 05 January 2020, 22:19:39
I'm thinking it was the wolverines...   ^-^
i find myself thinking it wasn't. the wolverine's use fighters that the Falcon's would recognize, while the performance described would be higher than you'd get with Raptors and Vipers. nor do i think that the wolverines would target civilians in that manner, or strike targets that close to civilian facilities.

tactics wise this appears rather like the Cylon attack on the colonies. jump in, launch nukes at the ships in orbit, hit ground sites indiscriminately. which means until i find out otherwise, i'm going to assume this is the work of Cavil and his people. possibly in an attempt to make the renegades working with Liz look bad.

which also means that the wolverine strikes are gonna just cause even more chaos.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 05 January 2020, 23:18:55
Yeah, it really sounded like they were using Colonial jump-drives for it. Probably Raiders or the like.

We saw folks on New Circe discussing an attack on the Clans, but they were targeting Smoke Jaguars, not Wolves or Falcons. It'd take a pretty darn big navigational error to drop them that far off target.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 05 January 2020, 23:54:43
Wotan, at about the same time Liz is getting Nathan Roshak's message.

"...this is for Turtle Bay."  The battlerom showed a warship, at least as big as a McKenna, but completely, utterly different from any design any of the gathered Khans had ever seen.

it launched a wave of fighters.  and then another. and then, another.

and then, a wave of Kirghiz class Omnifighters.

"Is that...what language is that?"

The image was steady-or at least, as steady as the Saber Cat's outer gun mounts could make it.

The image jumped.  The strange warship passed close in, more of the strange lettering. then, Static.

"Multiple nuclear strikes after the outer hull had been softened.  of the Saber Cat's omnifighter star, we were able to secure one piece of wreckage intact enough to show some data."  Lincoln Osis wasn't bellowing,

"And the ship?" Marthe Pryde asked.

"Confetti." he said.  "Lost with all hands.  They found Streaking Mist next."

The image changed to the viewpoint of a dropship, and the same bizarre warship, with the indecipherable markings.  The same Kirghiz class heavy fighters, carrying underwing pylons, escorted by blindingly fast interceptors armed with inner sphere quality medium lasers and missiles.  but this time, it was visible-the fighters were being escorted by small craft that had shown up on Battleroms before.

"They call those ,Raptors quiaff?" the Jade Falcon Khan, who seemed to be the one Khan who could host this, asked.

"Aff.  They are produced on Kowloon, for the mercenary market, some civilian sales, and the Federated Commonwealth."

on the screen, the proud flagship of Clan Smoke jaguar was suddenly awash in missile fire, while the bizarrely fast and manueverable smaller fighters got the better of Jagatais and Sabutais, clearing paths to the Jaguar escort force's dropships for the Kirghiz, which delivered repeated knockout blows-not merely damaging strikes or even lethal strikes, but double-tap lethal strikes.  After each strike, the heavy fighters simply vanished.

from the Merchant Caste transport filming the engagement, it was visible now.  The huge ship disappeared with her fighters.

Like ghosts.  Not there, there, savagely attacking with only the declaration "this is for turtle bay" and then gone.

"They were nowhere close to the jump point, and the attackers did not even bother to go after the civil craft in the system with one exception.  A Carrack class in convoy was ambushed by the same vessel, supplies we ordered six months ago? gone..  Fifteen minutes later, another attack by the same ship destroyed a station under Clan control." Osis continued.  "We had no news of newer attacks, but the damage was...considerable as it stands."

"How bad?" the SaKhan of Clan Wolf, Vladimir Ward, asked.

"Clan Smoke Jaguar will have to cede additional territory to the Nova Cats." Osis said, "We are...configuring 'mechs to all energy loadouts.  Ammunition is now in short supply."

"we have two identified vessels from the Smoke Jaguar front-they are fielding the Kirghiz omnifighter, and these...Raptor craft." Vlad speculated, "That is made only in one part of the Lyran Commonwealth, quiaff?  Neither of which were present at Tamar, Sudeten, or Wotan on the enemy side."

The images shifted.  "We got a good look at them." he said.  Small, boxy craft, until you realized you were scaling it to the Warships on the screen.  "We do not know what to call these."

"I have seen ships like that!" Brandon Howell, the SaKhan of Clan Smoke Jaguar announced.

"When?"

"Battleroms recovered from our retreat at Luthien." he said, "They appeared around CSJ Iowa before it was boarded!" he quieted, "but those were white, with a red stripe, and the Kowloonese Coast Guard marking...these are black."

"they are not, to the knowledge of the Watch, for sale anywhere, or ships like them." Kael Pershaw remarked.

The Ghost Bear Khans were silent. Marthe noticed.

"What say you?"

"what can I say? we were hit, but lost no warships, nor cities to nuclear fire." Bjorn Jorgenssen said, "Instead, they savaged our dropship fleet, surface bases, the same hit-and-run tactics, appearing fifteen to twenty minutes apart, one or two passes while our fighters scrambled, but by the time a response was in the air? gone."  he said, "Though it was almost exclusively Kirghiz class fighters...except at Alshain itself."

"you are sitting on something dramatic, quineg?" Vlad scoffed.

"oh, you could say that." Bjorn said slowly, reaching down, "We knocked down one of the few that were not Clan omnifighters."  He lifted a bag.  "This was the flight crew."

He dumped them out with rattles and clanks.

"What is it?"

"it is not human, is what it is." Bjorn stated.  "my scientists have never seen such intricate work, they speculate we can not even duplicate it...they required heavy weapons to put down, but their 'ship' was like the ones in your attack, Vladimir Ward.  from the imagery of the attack on Tamar that interrupted your trial against the Jade Falcons."

savashri...

"We need answers.  the best path to those answers leads to the Lyran world of Kowloon." Marthe stated.  "Luck is on our side, we will not even be risking the stain to our honor-Kowloon is well above the truce line."

"They swallowed an entire Steel Viper galaxy, and sold a warship to the Lyrans."

"Then we can forego the bidding." Vlad suggested, "They have reopened a nightmare that threatens mankind-artificial intelligence driven weapons. an obscenity."

Marthe looked mildly annoyed.  "All in favor?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 06 January 2020, 00:40:30
Elsewhere in the Falcon headquarters...

"The language is greek." Henry said, "Grandfather used to have books written in it, 'iliad', 'Odyssey'.  That alphabet is greek."

"Greek, so from holy terra's ancient nations?" Nathan asked.

"Aff.  I recognize it, but it has been more than a decade since he failed to teach me." he said.

"Would your sister recognize it?"

"Elizabeth tested in the upper ninety ninth percentile for intelligence and was finishing her High school equivalent GED after yet another boarding school kicked her out for picking fights...Aff. she can probably write you a song in it."  Henry's voice was tinged with a mix of envy and sorrow, "We did not know it was a symptom."

"of her syndrome, a symptom?"

"Cholmann's patients often end up regarded as geniuses, OvKhan.  Their brains have enhanced connectivity, it is a side effect of the syndrome-as if what god gives he gives with a horrible price-higher capability saddled with agony and madness.  Our uncle was a renowned composer in the Boojum belt habitats.  Sometimes when I am permitted to go the civilian areas? I find his music still being enjoyed by the lower castes, even here in the Occupation zone. you would never imagine that music with such joy would be written by a man who would end up screaming until his ruptured throat flooded his lungs with blood."

Nathan was silent as the young man's eyes misted.

"She would have been an artist, if I had not gone to Blackjack." Henry said, "or a poet, no, an artist." he shook his head in grief.

"I will need you soon, Henry.  I intend to go in there, after the Khans have voted, and bid Beta Galaxy for the mission to Kowloon.  You understand what that means, quiaff?"

"She will kill me." Henry said, "and I will not be able to make myself stop her. I am sorry, I am a failure."

"you joined us, in hopes we can help her." Nathan told him, "I still want to. now that she has sent her response to my challenge, even more."

"What?"

"I believe the term is, 'mail call'." Nathan told him, "I sent an announcement of your successes to her, by a fast courier, the data was recieved, and I have gotten her response by HPG from the Merchant flotilla that dispatched the messenger."

"You communicated with her."

"And she threatened to kill me. If she were a Clan warrior I would be so turned on by her you can't even imagine." Nathan said brightly, "She is adorable, like those little creatures that drop on humanoids and tear through helmet and skull to eat the brain inside!"

Henry  sighed, "Star Captain Morgan Icaza said you have peculiar tastes, why did I not believe him?? She is not yet seventeen."

"Well, that is a bit wrong, then." Nathan said, "So I might have to wait a few years.  It gives her time to get used to the idea we are not all ogres and barbarians."

it took Henry a moment to realize Nathan was putting him on with that dry wit.  "It will certainly be a memorable experience for you." he finally said, "My sister bites."

"That, young man, is what makes courtship fun." Nathan said with a mocking gleam in his eye.  "Nothing worth having, is easy, and the harder it is, the greater the triumph when you win.  We will save your sister if I have to personally whip the skin off every researcher from here, to Strana Mechty to beat a cure out of them."

"I...do not think it works that way."

"You're young, actually all it takes, is the suggestion that I, or one of the other warriors might be willing to go that far.  usually though, all it takes is for the Warrior Caste to grant them resources and see which ones actually want to crack the puzzle, once we have those, it would take more than an electro-whip to get them to stop working on it."

"you have a plan, quiaff?"

"Only the most foolish one possible." Nathan said, "Conquer the planet, fix the girl, then win her.  simple, difficult beyond sanity, a worthy challenge."

"You are telling me you intend to..couple with my sister, as if the idea she will be used or is a prize-"

"She is a prize. I am after the part of her that is most attractive, lasts the longest and is most satisfying.  Remember, I have opposable thumbs if I want empty, meaningless release...I want her heart, I want her mind.  Someone with so much fight? ooh, giddy."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 06 January 2020, 01:02:26
i think the Society kicked off its sabotage of the eugenics program a little early, to have produced him.


and it sounds like the Wolverines hit targets in the Jaguar and Ghost Bear OZ's.. while at the same time Cavil's people hit ones in the Falcon, Wolf, and Bear OZ's. since i doubt this was planned (the wolverines seem unlikely to coordinate with cavil's bunch, especially given it was the colonial navy doing a lot of the heavy lifting on the attack) it will be interesting to see the wolverine response.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: LordsFire on 06 January 2020, 01:24:59
Oh, no, I very much agree with Nathan that someone fierce, someone with determination and strong volition is the most attractive.

I disagree with the idea of pursuing someone of diametrically opposed ideology of course, but I can very much understand why he sees the appeal.

If I understand his mind right, if Liz convinces *him* that the Clan way of life is wrong, he'd be every bit as attracted to her, because she's proven her worth even more by showing him the truth.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 06 January 2020, 04:44:15
I'm pretty sure Liz will slash his throat at the first opportunity.

And now that I've seen more of the attacks, I agree... New Circe hit the Jags and Bears, while Cavil's people hit the Wolves and Falcons.  What a mess!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 06 January 2020, 08:06:37
Can't help but feel like the thread title is more than a little... outdated
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 06 January 2020, 09:34:24

“ Can't help but feel like the thread title is more than a little... outdated”

No still just a Teaser for a proposed thing.....Can not wait for the real thing.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 06 January 2020, 09:45:45
I'm pretty sure Liz will slash his throat at the first opportunity.

And now that I've seen more of the attacks, I agree... New Circe hit the Jags and Bears, while Cavil's people hit the Wolves and Falcons.  What a mess!

Just remember, last run-through? She married him.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 06 January 2020, 10:19:35
Quote
"And she threatened to kill me. If she were a Clan warrior I would be so turned on by her you can't even imagine." Nathan said brightly, "She is adorable, like those little creatures that drop on humanoids and tear through helmet and skull to eat the brain inside!"

Ahhh, Nathan has been smitten by a drop bear.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 06 January 2020, 11:33:48
Message disc 3.

Elizabeth steps back from the camera.  "Hello big brother.  It's kind of hard to write letters and have them delivered, I'm taking advantage of this opportunity. You probably know by now Pat's dead.  I don't know how much news  you're getting on that side of the wall, but so are mom and dad...you might already know about dad, considering who you're with now."

behind her, is a panoramic view.  "I made Jerzi, the Merchant, come with me, this is the view from the East edge of the Ia Drang plateau, you can almost see Nha Tranh, and you can see, down there, that gray smudge? That's Hue.  Granddad's cabin is wayyy down there..."  she reaches out and turns the camera, focusing on a tiny brown line winding between verdant greeen. "You can't even see it, but that's the Little Yangtze, the same river Grandfather warned us was deep enough to lose a battlemaster in.  It looks like a creek from up here, doesn't it? even more in person.  The cliff in this part, is two and a half kilometers of sheer basalt face.  Sport jumpers parachute off it.  Remember when you jumped off the condo on Pandora and broke your legs trying to be a superhero?  because I do."

she picks the camera up, leaving her self out of frame.  "This is Daphne, she's only a couple years younger than you, we met in Rehab, did my letters ever get to you, or did mom throw them away instead of forwarding them?  I don't know.  I guess you can tell me, say Hi Daffy!"

A blonde girl waves, "Hi Daffy!" she says, "Who's this for Liz?"

"My brother Henry, stuck in Clanner space." Liz half-explains, then adds narration, "Daphne drives her uncle's Marauder when she isn't being my official minder on behalf of the Archon."  she pans the camera, showing others, a barbecue pit, smoke rising in thin mountain air.  "These are my boys, Henry, They kind of took over the big brother duty when I lost you and Pat, the guy at the grill is Jimmy Qua, he's a team sniper and while loaned out to the Kell Hounds, he bagged a Khan with a bolt-action rifle, shot right through the broken windscreen at nine hundred meters, bang-and-dead.  The chick next to him handing out the beers, is Linda Sithers, she's a rockjack, This is like her third trip to a planet at all.  She led the capture assault that bagged the Belleau wood, took a Clanner Star Admiral prisoner with a shotgun.  Say Hi, Seether!"

"That's your brother?" the girl handling the beer asked.

"Yeah."

"can I say what I'm thinking? no Disciplinary measures?"

"Sure, if it's too bad I'll just edit the disk."

what follows is a stream of invective in four languages, regardless of which, the meaning is a clear denunciation, accompanied by obscene gestures using a beer bottle and some pantomime.

"that everything?" Elizabeth asks.

"Yeah, I think I've said all I need to Your Grace.  You want to film your test-shot tomorrow?"

"Oh, I don't think so."  she pans away from the Rockjack girl.  "This is Jack, and Nick.  Jack and Nick, this is going to my brother in the Clan Occupation zone, it's not live or anything but you guys have anything to add?"

"We're her carers." the metallic being on the left said.

"We do her caring for her."

"So she doesn't have to."

"I'm Nick, I carry her Briefcase, and I'm with her brute squad."

"I'm Jack, I am Her Grace's brute squad."

"before you two go too far into the comedy routine?"

"Oh, right, we're citizens, free citizens. Not drones, not animatronics, not toys."

"We have toys though!"

"Shut up Jack. I'm making a point here." Nick says.  "Our people fought to free ourselves from slavery, Elizabeth Ngo fights for the freedom of all beings, we fight for her, a free being with a righteous cause is worth a million slave-soldiers. your Clans will not prevail here.  This is not programming, it is not dogma, it is inevitable."

"thanks guys, I got this now." Elizabeth says.

"anytime."

the image jiggles and jumps as she moves through the party.  "You might not have known, but Pat got married on Tamar to one of ours." Elizabeth says, "Evelynn Mosovich, you know, Baron Mosovich's kid?  They met in the service.  I don't know if he told you or if we all thought you were dead first..."

Long black hair, and a face made inhuman by half-competent medical work.  "Hello, Henry. I'm sorry you didn't get to see me when I still had my face. Then again, maybe it's better that you see this face, given what happened to you."

"She's my designated heir." Elizabeth says off camera.  "She is a brilliant commander, an honest leader, her men respect her and so do mine."

The image jumps and jiggles, then stabilizes as the cam is put on a tripod.  Elizabeth steps out in front.  "You could have had this...but that door is closed. It will not re-open.  Times are better here. It took a lot of work, a lot of deals, a little blood.  I have had to kill for these people, with my own hands.  I have stood before the Archon, and the First Prince, I have had to overcome the bar to enlistment, my age, and the knowledge that I won't live long, that my death will be painful, I wanted you to see, and hope you understand...You, and your Clan friends, will never take Kowloon.  We will stop you.  This is not Tamar, it is not Sudeten.  It is in our blood to resist tyrants and invaders, it is in our souls to stand against the tide.  We will fight you in the jump points, in the belts, in the atmosphere, in the fields and forests and mountains and beaches, in the hills, in the streets.  You should know this Henry, if you care for your new friends, remind them of 2769 when our ancestors threw off the hated Rim Worlds, remind them of Elbar.  Make them watch the file I've attached.  Get it through their heads.  Our people will never surrender."

[cut to Elizabeth's office]

"I am attaching files taken from our archives, included you will find, is a copy of the last conversation between my ancestor, Tran Truk Ngo, and one General Aleksandr Kerensky, formerly of the SLDF.  you will also find a scanned image of the Elbar Declaration, General order 342-19, dated 2779 October 8.  It has come to my attention that the Clans have been party to Genocide in violation of that order, including officers known to have been present, and at least one officer known to have witnessed the document.  It is not my place to try or condemn that action, that is in the hands of the dead, and in the hands of history, but you ought to know what kind of 'civilization' you have aligned with.  I have also included the documentary order of 2770, in which the Commanding General of the Star League Defense Forces promised to protect Kowloon's sovereignty and independence.  We all know how that went-he bailed on us, and fled."  she stands.  "Honor is valuable, because it is hard to gain, and easily lost.  Once lost, once your word is proven to be no good, once your promises are abandoned unfulfilled, once trust has been vacated for expediency-your honor is worthless."

she lays a book on the table, "The Clans are the descendants of the SLDF, the force that abandoned their duty and honor and fled, leading to three hundred years of genocidal war, disaster, and loss of...everything.  WE still do not have names for all that we lost thanks to that act of treachery and perfidy.  When I supported Asylum for Phelan Kell and his Clan wolf followers, I did not know this full history.  I did not know of this 'clan wolverine' or the world of Londerholm-we thought Turtle bay was the act of a madman, not the deliberate act of a culture that enslaves and brainwashes its own people, whose warriors are little more than semiautonomous killing machines bred for domination and oppression, whose very social structure is a re-named version of the Rim Worlds Republic's social order, only instead of private ownership, the slaves are owned by a state that is in turn an instrument of a deranged, neotribal imitation of a military.  I suspect, given how much awfulness is in these reports, that it is even worse than your former colleagues will admit.  I suspect among the things we've lost, will be found, if we could find them, all of the technology your friends lord over us, stolen when their ancestors abandoned their people and nation to the fire."

"Stolen from THEIR people when they abandoned ours, Henry."  she pauses, "We will resist, we will not surrender, no Clan will ever hold Kowloon."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 06 January 2020, 11:57:04
Wotan, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone capital..

Henry finished the segment, his features grim.

"You see why I like her?" Nathan asked, trying to interrupt the dark thoughts that must be in the boy-the man's mind.

"They need to see this." Henry said, "The Khans. we have them all here, they need to see this."

"How is that supposed to help anything, Star Captain Henry?" Nathan asked.

"It will help them be ready when we go in." Henry said after a moment.  "That was her answer-they will fight with everything they have, no holds barred.  Every day delayed while the Khans debate strategy, she is sowing minefields, and traps, arming her people, fortifying, making deals with neighboring systems for more war materiel, cranking out more weapons, training more troops...building more robots, and distributing that book she showed on camera,  'Warriors of Kerensky'.  she is distributing it to every school, every press outlet, for all I know, putting on every broadcast net on the planet, telling them all about the Annihilation of the Not-Named, which she termed 'genocide'. priming her people to fight our warriors to the last man, woman and child, and the longer the Khans delay, Star Colonel, the bloodier and more protracted the fighting will be.  the less will be left of my homeworld when it is 'liberated'."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 06 January 2020, 12:43:16
Henry is reminding me of a VG Cats comic I can't post here  that goes "I'm going to liberate the shit out of you."  Since I've made it clear it includes mild profanity here's a link (https://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=206).  I can't directly post the picture since it would slap me for a rules violation for bypassing the language filter.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 06 January 2020, 12:45:51
And we have a new competitor for the "Completely Missing The Point Award, 30..."

What year are we in again?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 06 January 2020, 12:53:04
And we have a new competitor for the "Completely Missing The Point Award, 30..."

What year are we in again?

Last timestamp we had was Oct 1, 3052.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 06 January 2020, 13:05:17
Khan's Chambers...January 2, 3054

"This is our opponent, once the strategy has been finalized...at eleven years old.  I have a Freebirth Star Captain  in my Galaxy to thank for the file.  She was kicked out of a boarding school for fighting."

On the screen, "Eat it!! Eat the dirt!!"

"She is like a...Trachazoi...that is adorable. she reminds me of my youth." Khan Osis commented in an approving tone, the Smoke Jaguar indeed seemed nostalgiac, "Though usually it was the bigger cadets beating the smaller ones." he amended.

"This is a copy, obtained by the Watch, of her medical exemption from military service." Nathan continued.  "Note the date-it was filed shortly after that incident."

"The Lyrans do not make such exemptions lightly." Khan Pryde spoke up.  "What..."

"She will be dead by the age of forty." Nathan stated, "Incurable and ultimately untreatable.  THIS, is how she took over her homeworld, wresting it from a Governor-Regent that she felt was abusing her people."

An older Elizabeth executes two men, one in uniform, with a handgun after denouncing them for treason and corruption.

"Chalcas, but okay." Vlad Ward said, "Admirably efficient."

"It gets better, Khan Vladimir Ward, this is the insult she leveled when they accepted Phelan Kell and his...followers and gave them asylum.  She named the knife forgiveness."

Elizabeth, now a teen, addresses the Estates General.

"If she wasn't a filthy freebirth and unfit to be a warrior..."

"And finally, with My Khan's permission, I began a psychological offensive.  this is her response."


"I am attaching files taken from our archives, included you will find, is a copy of the last conversation between my ancestor, Tran Truk Ngo, and one General Aleksandr Kerensky, formerly of the SLDF.  you will also find a scanned image of the Elbar Declaration, General order 342-19, dated 2779 October 8.  It has come to my attention that the Clans have been party to Genocide in violation of that order, including officers known to have been present, and at least one officer known to have witnessed the document.  It is not my place to try or condemn that action, that is in the hands of the dead, and in the hands of history, but you ought to know what kind of 'civilization' you have aligned with.  I have also included the documentary order of 2770, in which the Commanding General of the Star League Defense Forces promised to protect Kowloon's sovereignty and independence.  We all know how that went-he bailed on us, and fled."  she stands.  "Honor is valuable, because it is hard to gain, and easily lost.  Once lost, once your word is proven to be no good, once your promises are abandoned unfulfilled, once trust has been vacated for expediency-your honor is worthless."

she lays a book on the table, "The Clans are the descendants of the SLDF, the force that abandoned their duty and honor and fled, leading to three hundred years of genocidal war, disaster, and loss of...everything.  WE still do not have names for all that we lost thanks to that act of treachery and perfidy.  When I supported Asylum for Phelan Kell and his Clan wolf followers, I did not know this full history.  I did not know of this 'clan wolverine' or the world of Londerholm-we thought Turtle bay was the act of a madman, not the deliberate act of a culture that enslaves and brainwashes its own people, whose warriors are little more than semiautonomous killing machines bred for domination and oppression, whose very social structure is a re-named version of the Rim Worlds Republic's social order, only instead of private ownership, the slaves are owned by a state that is in turn an instrument of a deranged, neotribal imitation of a military.  I suspect, given how much awfulness is in these reports, that it is even worse than your former colleagues will admit.  I suspect among the things we've lost, will be found, if we could find them, all of the technology your friends lord over us, stolen when their ancestors abandoned their people and nation to the fire."

"Stolen from THEIR people when they abandoned ours, Henry."  she pauses, "We will resist, we will not surrender, no Clan will ever hold Kowloon."


He stopped playback as the room erupted in a mixture of anger and outrage.  Nathan noted that only Marthe Pryde and Vladimir Ward remained placidly unmoved.

He waited.

and waited.

He cleared his throat.  "Elbar." he said. "Eagle's Nest.  Dinh Diep."  that helped quiet the room, "Southeast Asian campaign, North American campaign. Kowloonese soldiers marched on the Usurper at the side of General Kerensky for nearly a decade, experiencing losses our own records of the time suggest exceeded three hundred percent...and that is after they spent decade after decade fighting against House Amaris before the Amaris Coup."

"How did you get this?"

"The Watch." Kael Pershaw said, interrupting but it was a welcome interruption.  "Star Colonel Roshak actually reads the reports he is sent, and makes use of the agency...which shockingly few of his contemporaries can say."

"I have a Freebirth in my command, if you can believe it, a Ristar freebirth.  The brother of this Elizabeth Ngo, bonded to the Clan at Blackjack." he said, "Henry Falcon, callsign 'Stravag'."

Vladimir actually laughed aloud at this, "That is him?"

"Aff.  He knows her better than, I would suspect, anyone still remaining alive, and he suggested that we show you the nature of the foe, he also urged speed in crushing that world, before it becomes a funereal pyre for any invader..." he fixed Khan Lincoln Osis with a stare, "Kowloon promises to make Turtle Bay look like an afternoon walk in a quiet park."

"this is what we know about their defenses." He continued.  "The strategy of defense in depth was demonstrated against the Steel Vipers during their incursion-they lost an entire Galaxy of troops, plus a warship without making land-fall.  I submit to you, Khans, that the system is heavily defended in the orbitals, and that most stable routes into the system are heavily monitored and defended."

"snow ravens would be perfect for that.." Khan Leroux noted.

"We do not have current data on ground forces, and I doubt the defenders will oblige a batchall." Nathan continued, "but we do know that Kowloon supplies ammunition and equipment to AFFC regiments, and is a financial sponsor for the mercenary unit 'The Green Machine', currently on your borders, Khan Osis, which suggests an extensive military industrial complex is present.  It would therefore make sense that one or more Federated Commonwealth RCT's is also present on the ground, or an equivalent force, backed by militia.  That militia will likely be less of a problem the sooner we attack. she has had less than four years to begin building it, and the material she had to start with was...deficient.  My own suspicion is that she has begun, or has continued, to correct that deficiency."

"what do you base that on? Spheroid 'lords' buy weapons all the time."

"She tested into the upper ninety ninth percentile, SaKhan Radick of Clan Wolf." he said, "Therefore, I presume my proposed enemy is not some vapid imbecile.  Just because she can not be allowed to serve as a soldier, does not mean she has not studied war."  he paused for emphasis, "Not 'fighting',I rather expect she is untrained with the tools of combat, but war...and she has fight in her."

"Not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. You presume this bitch has a lot of fight for her size, quiaff?" Vladimir said quietly.

"Aff." Nathan stated, "I have had opportunity to see one of her blood in battle-on our side."

"So have I." Vlad said, "If she has half the fight your 'Star captain Stravag' has..."

"And no fear of death." Bjorn Jorgennson, Khan of the Ghost Bears, said.  "She is dying, she knows she is dying, she has fear neither of death, nor discomfort.  No wonder they will not let her serve. she would be a better fit among us, than among the Spheroids."

"you presented this to the Council for a reason, quiaff?"  Marthe asked.

"I want the mission." Nathan said, "It is my belief that I am the best prepared commander we have available to carry it out successfully."

"What would your objective be, Star Colonel Nathan Roshak?"  Sakhan Howell of the Smoke Jaguars asked.

"To bring Kowloon into the Clan Sphere, intact, to point them where their anger should be pointed, at the Traitor Lords that destroyed the Star League...to correct this false impression." Nathan stated, "And to fulfill Kerensky's promise to them, because it was a pact that, for some reason, was not fulfilled by the Great Father.  They believe their wound was caused by Exodus. We came to this place to make the Star League whole again.  we came to lift them out of barbarism, to make things right again. as they should be, as they should have been."

"The Council wll consider your words and proposal, outline your proposed bid for this mission, you will hear our decision when it has been reached, Star Colonel Nathan Roshak.  You are dismissed."

"Seyla." Nathan snapped to attention, and left the room.

"that was almost warden, quiaff?"  Radick said.

"No. That was the most ardently  Crusader thing I have heard since this war began. a Warden would be opposing the mission on its face, he wants to lead it."  Vlad countered.  The other Khans looked thoughtful.

"Nathan is an ardent Crusader." Marthe confirmed.  "Even with everything we have collectively seen and experienced, he deeply believes we can tame and civilize the Inner Sphere, and he believes we have a duty to do so."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DOC_Agren on 06 January 2020, 14:45:28
So they just wiped a Clan Cluster and took a warship and the Clans are looking let see how to make a better attack plan?

Got to give them credit they don't give up easy...


GO KOWLOON!!!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 06 January 2020, 14:48:38
They - the Clans - can't help it. Might is right. And they - some of them anyway - are completely convinced of their rightness.

It remains to be seen whether Roshak can be more than might. Otherwise "they will make a desert, and call it peace."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 06 January 2020, 15:11:27
*legitimately laughs out loud at the idea that someone, anyone, could "tame and civilize" Kowloon if they didn't want to be.*
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 06 January 2020, 15:22:56
*legitimately laughs out loud at the idea that someone, anyone, could "tame and civilize" Kowloon if they didn't want to be.*

Technically, one could say Liz did that. But Kowloon, unlike Condit & Stonecipher, mostly wanted it, so.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Paladin1 on 06 January 2020, 15:30:54
Sounds like someone is about to hear the March of Cambreadth.   >:D

I swear, ever since Cannonshop referenced it in one of the first stories about Kowloon I ever got to read, it’s been the first thing I hear when I see Liz and Falcons mentioned in the same place.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 06 January 2020, 15:33:25
as if the clan system can even be called civilized or tamed. Cannonshop AU's might have the clans more competent, but that just makes the absurdities of their system and their arrogance in assuming their systems is better for everyone stand out more.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 06 January 2020, 15:45:15
“You’re going to liberate us?”

“Absolutely!”

“How?”

“By forcing you into a brutal caste system where your destiny is decided by your genetics. Your children will have no choice as to their path in life, and simply follow your own careers. Oh, they might, if they are exceptional, be allowed to cross castes, but I assure you they will be descrminated against as much as possible for daring to rise above their station. Almost none will ever be warriors, of course, and since only warriors actually have rights, the vote or agency in general, you won’t have any worries: just labour for the Clan, do as you’re told, and you’ll be fine (don’t do as you’re told, and we might have to wipe out your family: bad blood can’t be allowed to breed, you know).”

“Hmmmm. Tempting. What about our culture? Religion? Language?”

“All culture not Clan is obselete: your customs will change to match ours. Silly superstitions? You can keep those, as long as they praise the Great Father, the Founders and Clan Jade Falcon. Language might be a problem: you’ll need to forget all that moon-speak and talk proper Star League English (with the extra words we’ve made up ourselves) like civilised people.”

“Okay, you make a fine sales pitch. Here’s my counter offer.”

Artillery rumbles, a thousand tanks rev their engines, and a million boots start marching ...

Edit: also ... the drugs and brainwashing techniques of the Clans must be using are magic: Phelan was one thing, he was a Mechwarrior cultist twenty-something drawn in by a chance to pilot again (as well as red haired pussy and the praise of a childhood idol in the form of Natasha). Ciro Remerez was a power hungry ****** with a Kerensky fetish and a personal grudge with Adam Steiner. Henry? You’d expect him to be thinking, “Now that I’ve learned more about ‘my’ new people ... man, I think I backed the wrong horse. They lied about having a cure, they just eugenic’d it away by not letting anyone with the markers breed. They’re a repressive, brutal cast system that couldn’t be any more different from that espoused by their ancestors. And now they’re going to send me to go kill and enslave my own people, including my own sister, as I betray everything my family has fought for for a millennia. Man, I think I might have screwed up along the way.”

Nope, he just puts his head down, bum up and digs in to ensure his new masters are as successful as possible. “I guess I’ll have to burn down the village in order to save it.”
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 06 January 2020, 15:52:33
Technically, one could say Liz did that. But Kowloon, unlike Condit & Stonecipher, mostly wanted it, so.
I think it's a case of them being curious to see where she's going with her grand plans, safe in the knowledge that she'll be dead in a few decades at most.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 06 January 2020, 16:22:50
Camp John Arsenal complex, Kowloon.

Four years ago, there was a large structures tooling plant that could barely keep its doors open here.  That was it, the rest of the Camp John valley was a salt-flat wasteland.

How things have changed.

"thanks for the help with Brewer, Daffy." Elizabeth said, as they walked between ranks of Patton II tanks waiting for deployment to regional garrisons. 

"Nothing to it, Bennie Brewer was happy to talk to his old man about getting licensing royalties from you for a change.  I have to say, to me they look like a really expensive Po variant.  AFFC quartermaster was right about that-the disintegrator 'shotgun' cannon isn't as powerful as the Ultras coming off Def Hes's line."

"It's reliable." Elizabeth said, "It's reliable, we make the guns here, we make spare parts for the Enfield  and ammunition.  Thus, we can standardize, make the most of every kilogram of storage and cargo, every minute of training and range time.  I just wish we could use teh same engines on the 'mechs as we do on the tanks."

"Or the fighters?"

"Or the fighters.  How are the training cycles going for our Battlemech battalion?"

"Not as many washouts as I would like to see, I think our mercs are trying to pad their results to keep the Cadre contract."

"You informed them I want quality over quantity on the battlemech arm?"

Daphne nodded.  "I think your decision to go with only three designs, one light duty, one Heavy Duty and an Assault class undercut that somewhat-they see a force structure of conformity, predictability, so they're not pushing the trainees as hard as they would if you had kept the variety you had, Liz."

"if you can't afford to lose it, you can't afford to use it." Elizabeth recited, "As long as the advanced trainees are meshing with the Infantry and armor components properly, we're fine."

they reached a grassy strip separating the 'type lines' at the Camp John facility.  Elizabeth studied the vehicles waiting here.  Patton Chassis, modified turrets, Thumper class artillery tubes.  Beyond, the APC versions were being loaded onto barges to head north, or south to their destination units.  A Centurion in tan 'up armor' cladding walked with a datapad, inspecting each vehicle alongside supply personnel.

"How do you think we'll do, when the Archon Princess sends a 'rating' unit to inspect readiness?" Liz asked.

Daphne bit her lip, "They're going to demand a Tithing." she said.  "you're well over a single regiment in strength, and most of this gear would rate mid-range front line use, even if it isn't FedCom standard issue." she clasped her hands behind her back, "They'll also demand you hand over the bulk of the active Coast Guard vessels, same reason. You're sitting on enough equipment and trained personnel to qualify as a secession risk, and you've poured money into making that an ongoing state of affairs.  If you hadn't made such a big splash handing the Belleau Wood over to the AFFC? you would have had a Generalmajorr assigned with an RCT to sit on you  instead of a mere Kommandant."

"Dammit, Daphne, I pay my taxes, I've sent thousands of young men and women to the AFFC." Liz complained, "We're above the truce line, vulnerable, and the bulk of the military is needed on the clan front!"

"all of which are very good reasons for Loki and Lohengrin to be watching you verry, very closely, also good reasons for the Archon to command you to start handing over large parts of your trained personnel, your equipment, and so on." Daphne stated, "That is exactly what they would say in Mount Asgard."

Liz studied the grass under her flats, "I know." she said.

"Relax.  Thus far the Archon Princess likes you where you are."

"So much work to be done." Liz said.  "We're so vulnerable!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 06 January 2020, 16:41:55
So this is why most planets don't bother raising large indigenous forces... the feudal overlords will just yoink it out from under them and they might as well have just donated the cash directly.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 06 January 2020, 16:51:58
Kowloon is insanely industrialized compared to most worlds, even ones that have that kind of population.

And Cannonshop is kicking FASAnomics in the teeth a lot on top of that.

So yeah most worlds can't even raise these kinds of forces in the first place to even have to worry about such things but those that can?  Yeah it is a real concern.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 06 January 2020, 17:24:42
Did we ever get stats on the Patton IVF/APC?

And what camo scheme does the Militia use? I'm thinking a Kowloon battalion would make a nice entry in my AU category ...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 06 January 2020, 17:32:01
I know stats for the Patton were posted in an earlier thread, I just don't remember which one. It was probably one of the v2 or v3 threads.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 06 January 2020, 17:50:54
I love her speech... I can't help but think of "Darkest Hour (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skrdyoabmgA)", and that literally gives me chills...

That said, what Kowloon needs to be making, and in the greatest volume possible, is NUKES.  Nuke the bastards before they set foot on planet...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 06 January 2020, 17:57:46
And Cannonshop is kicking FASAnomics in the teeth a lot on top of that.
I once had someone call me out for the "impossibility" of having a planet with several billion inhabitants field an actual Division, as in three Brigades, as a standing military, along with another two Brigades of militia (mostly second-line and conventional forces). So I pulled out the maths and showed them how, proportionally, the planet actually had a smaller military than the 21st century United States.

If you're willing to standardise everything you can, even a minor world should be able to support a massive amount of infantry and armour. And while, unit for unit, they may not be able to stand up to BattleMechs, quantity has a quality of its own, especially well motivated...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 06 January 2020, 18:10:01
I once had someone call me out for the "impossibility" of having a planet with several billion inhabitants field an actual Division, as in three Brigades, as a standing military, along with another two Brigades of militia (mostly second-line and conventional forces). So I pulled out the maths and showed them how, proportionally, the planet actually had a smaller military than the 21st century United States.

If you're willing to standardise everything you can, even a minor world should be able to support a massive amount of infantry and armour. And while, unit for unit, they may not be able to stand up to BattleMechs, quantity has a quality of its own, especially well motivated...

Don't get me wrong.  FASAnomics doesn't make a lot of sense and need kicked in the teeth.  A lot.  I think it'd make the setting far more interesting.

And I think that is all I should say without derailing the thread further.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 06 January 2020, 20:06:33
I know stats for the Patton were posted in an earlier thread, I just don't remember which one. It was probably one of the v2 or v3 threads.

IIRC the primary change was swapping the auto cannon for a PPC.  Obviously the hull would need considerable modification for hauling troops IRL.

Here it is, Link (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=32957.0).
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: worktroll on 06 January 2020, 21:01:25
Thanks! Interesting, & makes sense. I'd have tried to reach for the extra tonnage to get 4 tons - I suppose it'd be simple to drop the small laser, to fit squads of Centurions ;)

BTW, do the Centurions form up in squads of 4, or some other number?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Paladin1 on 06 January 2020, 21:27:35
And on a related note, do Cylons fight as integrated units with the humans or as segregated units attached at higher levels for special duty?  What’s their doctrine?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 06 January 2020, 21:41:17
Just remember, last run-through? She married him.
  Uh, that was Morgan Icaza, not Nathan Roshak.  I’m moderately sure Roshak didn’t survive the Falcon attempt to take Kowloon in that timeline — and I can’t say I like his chances in this one....

And what camo scheme does the Militia use? I'm thinking a Kowloon battalion would make a nice entry in my AU category ...
  Past materials like For the Liberty of Others have referred to ‘sand and spinach’ camo, so my own mental pictures defaults to something like the USAF South-East Asia scheme (https://www.cybermodeler.com/aircraft/f-4/images/f-4_profile02t.png (https://www.cybermodeler.com/aircraft/f-4/images/f-4_profile02t.png)).  Ground vehicles and ’Mechs likely forego the haze-grey underside.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 06 January 2020, 22:03:02
IIRC the primary change was swapping the auto cannon for a PPC.  Obviously the hull would need considerable modification for hauling troops IRL.

Here it is, Link (https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php?topic=32957.0).
As I recall, the turret and crew compartment were shifted to the sides to allow for forward and rear infantry ramps for rapid deployment of the embarked troops: apparently it looked kooky, but could move large numbers of troops to keep up with the main battle tanks.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 January 2020, 00:03:30
Thanks! Interesting, & makes sense. I'd have tried to reach for the extra tonnage to get 4 tons - I suppose it'd be simple to drop the small laser, to fit squads of Centurions ;)

BTW, do the Centurions form up in squads of 4, or some other number?

yes, they deploy in fireteams of four with one fireteam per 11 man infantry squad.
3 squads make 1 platoon.
3 platoons make 1 company.

mixes adjust by mission type, naturally, but generally 4 centurions are backing up every 7 infantrymen.  with IFV deployment this ends up with 2 IFV's per squad.  Air assault is with de-jumped raptor variants serving as the 'slicks' for helo borne infantry (Airmobile units) and the percentage of light infantry is higher in those units, with a dedicated "Cylon Squad" of 12 centurions as the heavy weapons section for those platoons.

no, you probably can't model these as Battletech "Mechanized platoons" as the organic vehicles are all a lot heavier and capable of serving as combat units of their own.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 07 January 2020, 00:26:02
yes, they deploy in fireteams of four with one fireteam per 11 man infantry squad.
3 squads make 1 platoon.
3 platoons make 1 company.

mixes adjust by mission type, naturally, but generally 4 centurions are backing up every 7 infantrymen.  with IFV deployment this ends up with 2 IFV's per squad.  Air assault is with de-jumped raptor variants serving as the 'slicks' for helo borne infantry (Airmobile units) and the percentage of light infantry is higher in those units, with a dedicated "Cylon Squad" of 12 centurions as the heavy weapons section for those platoons.

no, you probably can't model these as Battletech "Mechanized platoons" as the organic vehicles are all a lot heavier and capable of serving as combat units of their own.
Yeah, when those infantry rules with their ‘mechanised infantry vehicles’ came out I mostly ignored them in favour of foot platoons mounted in conventional APCs.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 07 January 2020, 00:46:08
as a quick-and-dirty way of representing Centurions:
Code: [Select]
Cylon Centurion Base Tech Level: Standard (IS)
Level
Era
Experimental
3052+
Tech Rating: E/X-X-E-D
BV: 34
Cost: 1,120,640 C-bills
Source: custom
Movement: 2/2
armor: BA Standard (Prototype)

Internal Armor
Trooper 1 1 2
Trooper 2 1 2
Trooper 3 1 2
Trooper 4 1 2

Weapons Loc Heat
Submachine Gun Squad 0
Auto-Rifle (Modern, Generic) Squad 0

Equipment Loc
BA Manipulators [Battle Claw] (Left arm) Squad
BA Manipulators [Battle Claw] (Right arm) Squad
Heat Sensor (Body) Squad
i'd attach the file but it for some reason megameklab won't validate it but it won't let me place the items it says need placed for validation. sigh.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 07 January 2020, 00:55:19
Isn't "motorized infantry" basically "unarmored trucks and jeeps"?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 07 January 2020, 02:37:24
Isn't "motorized infantry" basically "unarmored trucks and jeeps"?
Yeah, but ‘mechanised’ is supposed to represent infantry in IFVs like Bradley’s and BMPs, which are basically mini tanks with troop compartments.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 07 January 2020, 02:51:35
i'd say more like lightweight APC's in the vein of M113's, LAV's, and the like, as well as things like MRAP's and similar "infantry mobility vehicles" to use a modern term.
armored enough to protect from infantry weaponry but not enough to hold up against AFV weapons or armed enough to fight on its own.

the quikcell 10 ton APC's would be comparable to the heavily armored transports like the Israeli Namer, while the platoon carrying heavy APC's and infantry carrying MBT's don't have a real world analog yet.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 07 January 2020, 04:47:24
The other problem with that motorized characterization is that trucks and jeeps move faster than 3 hexes...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hammer on 07 January 2020, 09:54:36
as a quick-and-dirty way of representing Centurions:
Code: [Select]
Cylon Centurion Base Tech Level: Standard (IS)
Level
Era
Experimental
3052+
Tech Rating: E/X-X-E-D
BV: 34
Cost: 1,120,640 C-bills
Source: custom
Movement: 2/2
armor: BA Standard (Prototype)

Internal Armor
Trooper 1 1 2
Trooper 2 1 2
Trooper 3 1 2
Trooper 4 1 2

Weapons Loc Heat
Submachine Gun Squad 0
Auto-Rifle (Modern, Generic) Squad 0

Equipment Loc
BA Manipulators [Battle Claw] (Left arm) Squad
BA Manipulators [Battle Claw] (Right arm) Squad
Heat Sensor (Body) Squad
i'd attach the file but it for some reason megameklab won't validate it but it won't let me place the items it says need placed for validation. sigh.

You don't have AP Mounts for the infantry weapons.  If you add them they'll validate correctly.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 January 2020, 10:45:28
Clan Space...

No plan survives first contact with reality.  In this case, 'first contact with reality' being the continued naval attacks.  There was no pattern to them.  There were definite identifiers between the forces attacking-the Greek lettered ship's name had been translated as Galactica and the Galactica liked to hit Smoke Jaguar forces and holdings, sometimes they hit Novacat units, but their primary focus was on Smoke Jaguar flagged vessels, stations and military positions.  They would hit, do damage, and vanish.

For the most part, after the initial nuclear attacks, further nuclear attacks weren't happening.

at least, not all that often.  Instead, there was a not-pattern pattern of convoy assaults and ambushes of any Warship alone for a sustained length of time.

This, in turn, caused delay after delay.


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 January 2020, 11:03:11
Testbed One, further than any human had ever gone...

There were records here.  The people that built this place, could have been mistaken for classic Elves in human mythology-they were humanoid, tall, thin, and incredibly ancient when they died out.

and Nicole was fairly certain they did just that-reached extinction, died out.  but they left their debris behind, and in that debris, if you could translate it, was technical information on how they crossed the Galaxy in a matter of days.

"We don't have that kind of power but..."  she let the computers run the complex translation algorithm for weeks.  The crew had gone back to the inhabitable world they'd found a few times to restock on food and other consumables.  It would be needed for the children.

"I think I can get us home."  she said.  "They've been to Earth."

"WHAT??"

"accounting for stellar drift, their records here, that's earth right around the middle-end of the last ice age." she said, bringing up holographic images.  "They took biological samples." she sighed, "We know where the people of Kobol came from, and who the gods...were.  At least, who they were, seventy thousand years ago.  Mac, I'm pretty sure the solution to our navigation error is do-able but it's going to suck."

"What has to happen?" McEvedy asked.

"You're going to have to wire someone into the jump computer, and that someone is me." Nicole told him.  "I can't find a procedure to get me out of it, but it'll let me get us-get you, home.  We'll have to fabricate these components."  a series of files opened in the holographic space, "And install them on the Testbed One.  That means you're going to have to be in command, I won't be fit any longer."

"There's gotta be another way!"

she shook her head, "I'm going to forward my results to New Circe, along with as many files as we can scavenge from this station but in the end, there's only one answer...and I'm going to have to apologize to Seether and hope she can forgive me for this."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 January 2020, 12:13:55
Spider Moon...

"We need to hit their shipping." Elizabeth said.

"Their shipping? you mean, commerce raiding?"  Commodore Li asked.

"I mean commerce raids." Liz said, "We've got eighteen Sampan 1M cutters in service, the Sampan 2A series is in the yards being worked on, that represents a fairly significant military asset that the Federated Commonwealth can use, and can demand we give them, if it's not being used already."

Li frowned thoughtfully, then said, "you didn't come up with this yourself."

"no." Elizabeth said, limping to a status display.  "I didn't, and I'm looking for good reasons to argue against it, but with our drives, our technology thanks to the Cylons and the lab boys?" she shook her head, "I can't win the argument.  Can you work up a...how did Davion put it in his message...a 'submarine campaign' to hurt the Clanners?  can we starve them of munitions, replacements, equipment?"

Li looked thoughtfully at the bulkhead.  "I think we can." she said.  "The nav-data from the Belleau Wood's computers.  It's bound to be out of date, but i think we can detach a patrol or two to conduct a deep recon into the deep periphery, to engage enemy shipping..."

"Keep it fairly close to home." Liz said, "but give me a workup I can give the Archon and her husband next status report, it should be enough, if we're coordinating with his over-all strategy, to keep the AFFC from taking our ships away from us."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 07 January 2020, 12:34:30
Commerce raiding in support of a broad based strategy works.

I hope Liz and the AFFC pull it off.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 07 January 2020, 13:20:56
Commerce raiding in support of a broad based strategy works.

I hope Liz and the AFFC pull it off.

And makes Liz look like part of the Galactica raiding plan. :popcorn:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 07 January 2020, 13:32:55
So, wait, Nicole is turning herself into a Hybrid? That's... more than a little nuts.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 07 January 2020, 13:37:48
So, wait, Nicole is turning herself into a Hybrid? That's... more than a little nuts.

Quasi-Hybrid.  And with her shield or on it.  She's been looking for a way to die, but her upbringing won't let outright suicide work.  But martyrdom?  That works, if someone has to be sacrificed to get her ship and crew home.

Oh, and the "space elves", anyone thinking the Humankind Empire of Abh?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 07 January 2020, 14:47:28
"The Archon and her husband" says everything we need to know about how Liz views her rulers...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 07 January 2020, 14:58:18
You don't have AP Mounts for the infantry weapons.  If you add them they'll validate correctly.
says i have to place crits for the prototype armor.. but no crits for prototype armor appear in the list to be placed.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 07 January 2020, 16:14:52
"The Archon and her husband" says everything we need to know about how Liz views her rulers...  ^-^
She's a Lyran, through and through
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hammer on 07 January 2020, 18:42:51
says i have to place crits for the prototype armor.. but no crits for prototype armor appear in the list to be placed.

Thanks got a bug report in for it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 08 January 2020, 10:34:43
KCGS Allison Jennings, 40 LY coreward from Kowloon...

"We're not going to need to find them, the Clanners are on the way."

On telescope, were symbols.  the Jade Falcon, the Star Adder, The Wolf.  a white bird inevitably being the Snow raven.  On digital recognition, a listing of names.  A monkey's face-must be fire Mandrill, a McKenna class sporting the image of a Scorpion.

Commander Giao Pham watched the telescope image.  a selection of cruisers, and escorted by Frigates, over a dozen different forces.

"We're being painted, Commander.  They can see us."

"Send imagery to the Patrol." she said, as she began calculating an escape vector.  "I guess we got their attention."

"Missiles incoming."

"Jump on my mark.  deploy chaff."

There's only one target worth that much force this far out, even Melissia wouldn't draw a combined clan force.  "Range five kilometers."

she waited for the missiles to be just outside the flash limit, and hit the initiator.

Flash!

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 08 January 2020, 10:45:15
Saving what happens to something inside a Koballan jumpdrive's safety limit when it spins up the FTL for a nasty surprise?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 08 January 2020, 16:51:04
That sort of taskforce? Victor is almost certain to be on his way ASAP with five or six RCTs, half the Dragoons and a regiment of Kell Hounds. Liz just needs to hold on until he gets there.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 08 January 2020, 17:25:39
Break out the popcorn!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 08 January 2020, 17:41:10
I wouldn't be surprised if Hanse isn't thinking an alternate strategy that takes advantage of the Clans committing so much force to one target that they have to be weak in other areas, at least with how many galaxies and clusters have been wiped out now, that liberating large swaths of territory might now be possible and Melissa might not overly object as a subtle reminder of who the superior of the relationship is between her and Elizabeth.

So if Kowloon does get any help it might come with a price tag.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: LordsFire on 08 January 2020, 17:48:20
The fact that they *needed* help, combined with help actually *coming*, are the only bits of leverage Hanse and Melissa really need to exert over Kowloon and Elizabeth.

Showing that they, as feudal lords, will execute their duties on behalf of Kowloon diligently, is sufficient to make a point to Elizabeth, and probably the most *effective* way to keep and reinforce her loyalty besides.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 08 January 2020, 18:07:25
The fact that they *needed* help, combined with help actually *coming*, are the only bits of leverage Hanse and Melissa really need to exert over Kowloon and Elizabeth.

Showing that they, as feudal lords, will execute their duties on behalf of Kowloon diligently, is sufficient to make a point to Elizabeth, and probably the most *effective* way to keep and reinforce her loyalty besides.
This is the thing: loyalty in a feudal system goes both ways. The people at the top need to step in and protect the ones below them, no matter how far down, or how much they may personally despise them, because that's how the system works.

Why support a Lord who isn't going to have your back when the barbarians are at the gate?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 08 January 2020, 18:17:49
I have little doubt Hanse and Melissa will help but with Kowloon not contributing to their liege lords like Kowloon has been?

Just don't be surprised if Hanse and Melissa subtly underscore that particular fact and are in a tricky position themselves a bit with the recent attacks on Clan targets by what appear to be the Cylon allies of Kowloon.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 08 January 2020, 22:16:47
conversation record, Realtime, Comstar linked Kowloon/Tharkad interstellar...

"...get forces from the Timbuktu theater to you in thirty days if you can hold on."  Melissa's tone was kind.

"um...here's a better plan.  Hit the Clans.  I'm confident in our ability to hold for a while yet, the enemy's distracted and sending a hell of a lot of force here.  Our best defense is you on offense, your majesty."  Elizabeth said, "I'll be happy to get the backup, but the best move is to hit them where they're weak, a coordinated full-court press."

"weakened? they're sending a fleet of warships."

"Drawn from half a dozen Clans including homeworlders." Liz said, "they wouldn't call in help if they thought they could take us by themselves.  The fact they're calling assistance means they're fundamentally weakened.  Hit them with those assets out here, create strategic and tactical dilemmas, force at least some of them to react or lose what they've just spent the last four years gaining."

"Elizabeth, you're out-gunned!"

"I'm also overconfident to the point of stupidity. That doesn't mean I'm wrong." Liz stated, "Ask your husband, this is the right move-an offensive now, on the Front, saves lives later.  as for being outgunned, remember how much it was projected to cost, to convert Kowloon's fission-based power grid to municipal fusion? it was enough that the proposal was tabled forty years ago and never reopened.  We've got equalizers, and a means to deliver them, we can fight a fleet action, we might even be able to win one, or do so much damage they're pinned here until you can actually afford a coordinated response."

"you don't have more than a few of those!"

"a few, put the right place, can account for a lot.  We've got accurate charts of our system, Your Majesty, and we know where they have to arrive, and about how long it's going to take the bastards to charge their drives at the last point they have to charge before jumping in.  The bigger problem is whether  you can hit the invaders hard enough to keep them from reinforcing once they walk into the killing box.  My primary concern is making sure that killing box is strong enough to hold them while you do your business and get yourself remembered as the greatest Archon in the history of the Lyran Commonwealth."

Melissa frowned.  "We can't." she said, "The offensive you describe? requires forces we don't yet have...and the other nations don't trust us.  Hanse is a great husband, a wonderful man, and a brilliant strategist, but the other states don't trust him.."

"We're ******, the opportunity's here, the preparation fell short, it's my fault..." Liz moaned, "Alright, I'll take the help..but you might be better served preparing for the counter-attack to pick up what's left after they've finished us off."

"And what do you think you could have done differently, Elizabeth??" Melissa scolded.

"I don't know! something..has to be something."

"You aren't me, Liz, if your world falls, it's my fault for leaving you underprotected, I'm your Liege lord, dammit!"

"if we fall, it's not your fault." Liz said, "It's mine, I've been a brat..."

"You're allowed, god, Lizzie, you're still a kid.  I should never have left you holding that bag alone. Hold for as long as you can, help is coming."

[End record]

Tharkad...

"You didn't tell her about Dad." Arthur Steiner-Davion said.

"His stroke is a state secret, we can't afford to look weak, Arthur."

"I have an idea." the youngest Steiner-Davion said, "Why not call in help, and follow her plan anyway?"

"What are you suggesting?"

"Call on the Draconis Combine, and Comstar, and the Rassalhagians, and offer sweeteners to the Free Worlds League and the Cappies, and mount that full-court press?" He said, "Get everyone.  The Clanners are gang-banging one of your vassals, maybe it's time to clear the benches and the fence-sitters?  Maybe it's time to elect a new first lord of the Star League?"

"And who would you nominate for First Lord?"

He hmmmed.."Anastasius Focht." he said, "Or Sharilar Mori.  Comstar.  They beat all the Clans at once on Tukayyid, everyone either relies on Comstar or outright trusts them. set a term for the office...that way everyone has a 'hope' that they will get to sit in the big chair.  Nominating someone else means it isn't an outright visible power grab, and it breaks the deadlock that broke up the Star League council in the first place."

She regarded her youngest son, "Where did that idea come from, Arthur?"

"I learned it by watching you, Mom."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 08 January 2020, 22:21:40
+1 more for Arthur!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 08 January 2020, 22:55:57
has the C*/WOB schism occurred yet? either way this really throws The Master's plans.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 08 January 2020, 23:29:05
As far as I can tell it has not happened yet and I'm honestly not sure when it will.

A lot of the impetus is still there: Focht's more secular reformations, Tukayid would have still been very punishing for Comstar even though some forces that probably were originally bid were no longer available thanks to shenanigans, and the Inner Sphere is starting to leave them behind when they are supposed to be the ones leading humanity into a new golden age.

So I think it still will happen eventually and they'll try and make it at the worst possible time because that will be their only real chance but I don't think it'll be as bad despite that.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 00:09:11
JFS Emerald Talon, Clan Joint Task Force Dignity.

The other clans had not been particularly willing to give up ships in Harvest Trials, but they gave them up nonetheless.

"here is our target." Star Colonel Nathan Roshak stood before a gathering of warriors, "Kowloon.  You are all likely sick to death of listening to briefings on the subject.  You will listen, however, because of the experience at least one Clan, bringing what should have been overwhelming force, has already had in that system."

New imagery appeared, gathered by Bug-eye class reconaissance vessels operated by the Watch.

"Savashri...those?"

"They have a lot of them."  Roshak answered, "in the nearly eighteen months since debate began, the industries of Kowloon have been busy.  Individually, those vessels aren't much-the original mark of the Sampan class was a hybrid gunship/transport that was considered weak by Star League Naval doctrines, with a short range and low capacity, weak and primitive armament-for a Capital ship.  the closest equivalent at the time, was the obsolete type 51 gunship.  These are radically improved."

Image after image, ships in open drydock, ships on patrol, ships in orbit around asteroids, planets...ships in motion.

"We estimate twenty four.  The Coast guards-Kowloon's naval forces, have been actively expanding since the aborted attempt by Clan Steel Viper to attack the system.  This makes the first fleet in being in Spheroid space since the beginning of the Crusade, Thus, the presence of many of you-fleet actions are a rarity, a rare chance for the Naval arm to flex its power and win glory, and this foe? they have won two Naval Engagements against separate Clans."

"With those things?"

"With those things, and lots of smaller assets." He verified.  "We can not land if we do not have space superiority.  The superiority of Clan warriors on the ground is unquestioned-if we can win control of the orbitals, the planet will fall.  They defeated a Steel Viper galaxy by winning before any landing could commence.  Star Captain Harper?"

Star Captain Dorothea Harper had been a Snow Raven until roughly six months ago.

"The layout of the Kowloon system presents some interesting challenges for any force entering it.  Very few habitable worlds orbit a binary star.  very few Binary systems have habitable worlds-and fewer still have multiple planets and include a gas giant.  this places the KF stable limit well outside the norm.  Typical system approaches from Zenith to Nadir range from one to three weeks at one gravity.  Kowloon's limit is three times that long, but there is a faster entry point...which is far and away more dangerous, and that's a system-central approach between the binary stars themselves."  she said, "I know Clan Snow Raven navigators could do it, but some of the vessels in this task force really lack both the experience, and adequate protective measures to carry out such an entry.  The predictable alternate points, or 'pirate' points in the system are, well, there are a lot of them, this clearly is factored into the natives building so many jump-capable gunships at higher cost than a comparable dropship fleet."

she demonstrated her words with diagrams displayed in three dimensions.  "There is no way they can predict every entry." she finished, "But they do not need to."

"can you clarify that, Quiaff?" a former Scorpion officer asked.

"They do not need to, because they are configured to move reaction forces quickly to any intrusion-that is the reason for so many jump-capable assets." she said,  "The star system itself is ideal ground for waging a mobile defense in depth.  We have studies from the Star League era that support this, depending on the time of year, an approach can appear as close as half an AU from the habitable planet, and in other parts of the year, Kowloon is so isolated only one non-standard point is even possible.  Unfortunately, that time of year the point is so small it is useless for mounting a significant offensive, we would be stuck with only smaller vessels, Destroyers and the like, moving in from that angle.  In four months, we will have optimal conditions for moving this entire Naval Star into the system simultaneously."





Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 09 January 2020, 02:10:24
studies about using jump drives to conduct mobile redeployment within a system via nonstandard jump points? what do you want to bet most of those studies were ghostwritten by M5 Caspar's, given that is exactly how those prefer to fight in the cannonshop AU's?

also, i'm guessing that the clans haven't figured out that the Kowloon Coast Guard warships have drives that aren't limited to jump points. though at this point they ought to suspect given that they've seen Cylon ships and Wolverine/Colonial ships using such things, and they think kowloon is involved in all that somehow. with colonial drives and spacer pilots, the Coasties are gonna really hammer the clan fleet with hit and run.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 09:46:33
JFS Emerald Talon cont'd

"Piecemeal is no good, months of delay are also no good." the former Snow Raven officer explained.  "Arriving with a month's transit from the zenith or nadir points are obviously also no good, as Star Admiral Foster of the Steel Vipers found out the hard way, and aside from the Zenith/Nadir passages, the crossing itself will be...complex."

"Define 'Complex' for us, Star Captain."  Nathan urged.

"Rough." she said, "a longer period than anyone here is used to where systems will be down after crossing, more EMP damage, and no reasonable chance of withdrawal.  The problem can be defined as tidal forces altering hyperspace geometry.  One of the main reasons that Kowloon lasted as long as it did against the initial Rim Worlds invasion, and again when the Lyrans were devouring every Rim-World planet in the sector in the wake of the SLDF, was that the system is itself difficult to enter or leave due to complex gravitational interactions and their interaction with the standard KF drive computers-there are fixed coordinates that work, but only for the zenith, Nadir, and intersolar points, two of those represent a distance problem, the third a thermal bloom and radiation problem.  The wonder is not that they have become wealthy through trade, it is that they manage trade on an interstellar level at all.  Once within the limit, things become more stabilized-but only if you are meticulous in your calculations."

"They manage it."

"They manage it.  I was birthed to Clan Snow Raven, the strongest Naval force in the Clans, and I personally believe, these people may have the best jumpship navigators in human space aside from groups like The Folk."  she sighed, "I would dearly love to get my hands on a few to find out how they are doing it, and we almost did."

"The near-interception at the rallying point, quiaff?"

"Aff.  that jump was almost magical." she said, "I still have yet to figure out how they did it, but that was no stealth system-they engaged a Jump drive with a window less than ninety meters wide by six seconds long by my calculations and the collated sensor readings of our interception force.  There are legendary jumps like that-Caspars did them until the E-type were put in service. Our own missiles and shot were the balance point, as closely as I can tell based on readings and what we have in theory.  that means he had to know when the gradient would shift just enough."

"that sounds fairly unlikely-"

"It is the only way possible they could have jumped out of that position before being struck!!" she argued, "There was no debris, no secondary detonations, no evidence, your gunners had them cold they should have been crippled!"  she calmed, "I want to learn how they do that."

Nathan strode in the spin gravity of the deck.  "We need to know...we need to defeat them, and conventional approaches do not look promising."

One of the other officers spoke.  "Why not try unconventional means?"

"Unconventional?"

"you have had indirect contact with her, you showed the Khans, and then presented it to the Hall of Khans...why not try talking to them? at worst, it keeps them distracted while we wait for the window of best opportunity and buys time to plan the offensive properly.  at best, You might be able to undermine their will to resist, or even flip them entirely.  The history compiled by the Watch suggests there is little love between the Kowloonese People and the Lyran Commonwealth, they have not been...treated well  until very recently."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 09 January 2020, 10:14:50
Points for originality, but fail on reading the room.

Also, anyone else think Arthur has a crush on Liz? If they do find a way to "fix" her, I could see Melissa playing matchmaker...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 10:25:02
Points for originality, but fail on reading the room.

Also, anyone else think Arthur has a crush on Liz? If they do find a way to "fix" her, I could see Melissa playing matchmaker...

There are WORSE potential matches out there, I've explored more than a few of them in past versions, some with the cure, some without.  I think Arthur's just being...smart.  I doubt he'd have a crush on her beyond that white-knight urge some guys get in their teens.  If i were betting on crushes, he might have one for her Blonde assistant (The various Ginas) or, if he digs asiatic looking women, the Sharon line.

then again, he might be digging the Goth-grrl look and Liz does seem to rock that to an extent.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 09 January 2020, 11:17:43
There are WORSE potential matches out there, I've explored more than a few of them in past versions, some with the cure, some without.  I think Arthur's just being...smart.  I doubt he'd have a crush on her beyond that white-knight urge some guys get in their teens.  If i were betting on crushes, he might have one for her Blonde assistant (The various Ginas) or, if he digs asiatic looking women, the Sharon line.

then again, he might be digging the Goth-grrl look and Liz does seem to rock that to an extent.
You're the author, so I'm not going to question your stance, but between his conversion with Jack & Nick (including asking if they'd seen her naked), and wanting to help Liz now... it's a direction you could go
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 12:01:20
HPG send direct, JFS Emerald Talon to Kowloon...

"I brought a fleet." Nathan said, "We are poised to enter your star system, there will be destruction, damage, death and blood if we have to do this the hard way, but if we have to do it the hard way, the end outcome will only differ in the numbers of your people dead.  I want to offer up an alternative."

"I think you're wrong about the outcome, but I'll listen." Elizabeth said.

"I will offer you the opportunity to resolve this in a civilized manner." he said.

"War is by its nature neither civilized nor clean." she answered, "I told you before, we will not surrender. If by fighting, we tie your assets up long enough, you will find that Tukayyid was the turning point, as the rest of the Star League kicks you out of their territory and sends your survivors back into the exile they chose."

He laughs, "The Traitor lords dissolved the Star League!"

"No, they adjourned the council, seems without a tie-breaker vote, the council was deadlocked on the topic of a new First Lord and the only man they could agree on was someone none of them felt was competent to serve-turns out they were right.  the Star League is meeting, right now.  They will select a First Lord, I will gie you this-your invasion made that possible. It pushed them to look past petty rivalries and at a future under a system even worse than the Rim Worlds if their infighting were to continue.  I only have to hold you here, long enough.  so bring your fleet, bring your invaders, we will clutch you and hold onto you as your empire dies in fire."  she taps the desk, "You see, the problem you have, is that what I have accomplished? is nothing, tiny.  All I did, was allocate resources and say 'yes' to the right people.  any world can do what I've accomplished and lots of them are in better shape to do it-but not on your side, your system, your social structure, your society prevents that from happening."

"you know nothing of our society-"

"I have surveys of the Clan Homeworlds, I have spectral surveys, you'd be amazed what was left archived on the Belleau Wood, Star Colonel, your worlds are rich, safe, arable paradises compared to what my ancestors found on Kowloon-we have one billion people living on the surface, and well into half a billion throughout the system, and we're economically self sufficient.  My people don't go hungry, Star Colonel, because we didn't waste our collective potential.  Forty eight thousand original colonists with lower tech, in worse conditions, and we're more prosperous than a paradise gem like Strana Mechty.  By its fruit shall you know the tree, yours is bitter tree that makes barren fruit.  My people know this, I could no more surrender to you, than walk on liquid water even if I wished to do so...and york? let's talk about York.  Earthlike, to an obscene degree, rich in edible life, arable lands, a vast paradise where it is easy to live.  shall we go on? Londerholm!  How in the hell could you have let that happen?  Your people have squandered paradise, turned it into hell, because you don't know what you're doing.

she's...enraged?  Nathan listened, because these were words he had never heard from anyone, really.

"Your people, the ones we captured, claimed our worlds were a legendary paradise." she said, "i look at the survey data your ancestors started with? You had the paradise, you were safe from the constant-back-and-forth, isolated, you had paradise planets rich in life, edible life, rich in minerals and materials, with better technologies to make use of it, and you turned it to what? you turned it on one another! You adopted the single worst economic system you could devise, and stifled your own growth, a justice system that does not provide justice, you are all slaves.  Your people are treated as property, no wonder you're desperate for someone else's accomplishments, all you can claim, is your weapons!!"

"In the days of my ancestors, Kowloon stood alone against the Rim Worlds and stood alone against the Rim Worlds and the Terran Hegemony, we fought by Kerensky's side to lift that yoke from our necks, and from the necks of those who looked away when our people were burned." she intoned it, "We do not stand alone now, but we can and will stand against you, as is the duty of every free nation of free people, we will stand against tyranny, and oppression, dominion and genocide.  WE hold the memory of Running Deer Mountain, we hold the memory of the Gulags of Amaris's Empire, we hold the memory of your ancestors and their broken promises, the Oaths that your founders cast aside, we hold to them. Bring your fleet, Star colonel, this is the portal you shall not pass, and though I will die before the age of forty, I will witness the fall of your twisted, perverted, demented society and live to drink one toast to Elbar, one to Kowloon, and one to Free Stars."  she leaned forward into the camera, "This is not a benediction, it is not a promise, it is not a prognostication, it is a damned fact.  Before I go to hell, I will see your whole damned society leading the way ahead of me."

"Then let the contest begin." he said icily.
[/end record]



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 09 January 2020, 12:17:07
Was that a Worm quote?  If it was quoting Alexandria, that would have been right before Skitter ran enough bugs into her lungs to choke her. :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 12:48:33
Quote from: Aleksandr Kerensky, 2777
We came to liberate the Star League from the unlawful tyranny of a Usurper, only to discover the true depths that men can go.   Genocide is a crime, it is a crime against nature, it is a crime against civilization, and it is a crime against humanity.

Genocide, is the systematic, deliberate and premeditated extermination of a people.  It may be motivated by many things-a desire for revenge, or resources, a desire to impose a system, or to eliminate it.  In ALL cases, it is a fundamental violation of the very spirit of the Star League, it is abomination, a crime to be punished, to be prevented.  The victims of attempted genocide are to be avenged, not oppressed, and their thirst for Justice must be supported.  This is a fundamental value, without it, we are become no better than that which we fight.

We are here, to uphold and support, to protect the Star League, and to avenge those whom have been wronged by the actions of our opponents.   The Light of the Star League is not the spotlight of a death camp, nor can we long tolerate such and remain in keeping with our oaths as officers and soldiers of mankind's best chance and last hope of salvation.

This must never be permitted to happen again, to anyone, for any rationalization, no matter how compelling it may appear to be in the heat of the moment.

The voices of the murdered are not silent now.  The victims did not die in vain.

In short, Never Again.

The War criminals will be pursued, they will not be able to hide.

Never Again.

We will never allow this to happen again.

it is my pledge, and on my honour, and on the honour of every officer serving under me, we will not permit this sort of horror to be perpetrated.

General Aleksandr Kerensky, SLDF

Countersigned:
Maj. General Aaron DeChevalier, Vice Chief of Staff, SLDF
Col. Absalom Truscott, 149th Battlemech Division
Lt. Col. Ethan Moreau, "Gunslinger" 90th Heavy Assault BDE
General Gordon McEvedy, 331st Royal Battlemech Division
Colonel Tranh Truk Ngo, 171st Volunteer BDE (Kowloon)

"This is going to be important." Elizabeth said, "Keep it safe, Li."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to break them with it."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 09 January 2020, 13:00:34
Ahhhh. The Elbar Declaration rears its head.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 13:06:15
Nashan Alarion Shipyards...

"Will they be ready in time?" Victor Steiner-Davion asked. 

"Well...the RX-79 updates did change several key systems, the workups are still in simulation, but they should work."  The young woman from Cy-Lon technologies of Kowloon seemed confident.  "The larger problem will be in assigning crews to work with the new systems.  We've got people, but you have to authorize it."

Victor looked at his sister, Katherine, no longer sporting her ball gowns, Katherine had chosen a rare, and about to be dangerous, profession in choosing the Navy.

still, she aced her officer qualification exams and we haven't had a warship navy in over a century.  it was a troubling thought.

"Kate, you going to be okay with this?" he asked.

"Victor, I'll be fine.  You're just envious, big brother, my ride is several thousand tons larger than the largest 'mech you've ever qualified on!"

"that's kind of what I'm worried about, Katherine..."

"I'm with the best people, Victor,  with the best training, and on the best equipment..."

"Dad, would be proud of you, you know that?" Victor urged, "I know mom is proud of you...and I'm proud of you. don't get killed."

"Not planning on it." she said.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 09 January 2020, 13:39:26
Liz has her own brand of Psyops
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 09 January 2020, 14:49:41
And Krazy Kat gets an outlet for her crazy that doesn't involve trying to murder her mother and usurp her brother's throne? Nice.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 09 January 2020, 15:33:31
And Krazy Kat gets an outlet for her crazy that doesn't involve trying to murder her mother and usurp her brother's throne? Nice.
on the other hand it also gives her military experience and knowledge of logistics and organization, so her ambitions now have a foundation not made of sand.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 09 January 2020, 15:42:24
on the other hand it also gives her military experience and knowledge of logistics and organization, so her ambitions now have a foundation not made of sand.
And the ability to miss-direct orbital fire support.

One "wrong" keystroke, and she's Archon-Princess...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 09 January 2020, 15:58:26
And the ability to miss-direct orbital fire support.

One "wrong" keystroke, and she's Archon-Princess...
Archon-Prince, and legitimately.

The title of First Pricnce was without gender.

Although, she could be a Willie Keith...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 09 January 2020, 16:03:21
Archon-Prince, and legitimately.

The title of First Pricnce was without gender.

Although, she could be a Willie Keith...
Didn't canon Kathy style herself "Archon-Princess"?

Because, you know, crazy ego and all...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 09 January 2020, 16:39:51
Didn't canon Kathy style herself "Archon-Princess"?

Because, you know, crazy ego and all...
yes, though partly that was because she wasn't eligible to be First Prince. she was reigning as a regent, but wanted to sound like she was the legitimate ruler.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 09 January 2020, 18:06:38
"This is going to be important." Elizabeth said, "Keep it safe, Li."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to break them with it."
Heh... Heh heh… Muhahahaha!  >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 09 January 2020, 18:28:28
Yeah, it's pretty much certain that, if the "Great Father" ever discovered what Little Nicky turned his army into after his death, he'd probably drop dead of a simultaneous heart attack and stroke. Then come back as a vengeful wraith and bathe the stars with Warrior Cast blood for the shit they pull.

He moved heaven and earth, fought the deadliest, most vicious war in human history, feeding his troops into a meat grinder like coins into a Pachinko machine because he had no other choice, explicitly to stop the exact same shit the Clans pull and call "honourable", all while supposedly venerating his memory.

Kerensky Snr. would never have supported the Cast System, the eugenics, or the concept that Might Equals Right. He was a man of science and culture who only joined the military when he realised that there were too few good, honourable people doing so. His entire life is a testament to his willingness to put the good of others ahead of his own wants and needs. He could have declared himself First Lord, and the SLDF would have turned to the other Houses and ask "You got a problem with that?"

But he turned it down, because he knew he wasn't the right man for that particular job. He was a soldier, a defender of humanity, but he was no King. No Emperor.

He was a Good Man, and Demons run, when a Good Man goes to war...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 09 January 2020, 18:32:21
Bracing for a Cannonshop rebuttal...  :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 09 January 2020, 21:06:46
Bracing for a Cannonshop rebuttal...  :o
In all honesty, I'd be interested to read his take on the man and his legacy
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: LordsFire on 09 January 2020, 21:14:46
Kerensky's characterization suffers heavily from canon incoherence. You literally cannot have him be what he's 'directly' depicted as in canon, because there's so much contradictory stuff going on, so he's ultimately forced to be subject to whatever fanon interpretation a person prefers to come up with based on which parts of canon they emphasize, and which they discard as bad writing.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 21:56:53
Kerensky's characterization suffers heavily from canon incoherence. You literally cannot have him be what he's 'directly' depicted as in canon, because there's so much contradictory stuff going on, so he's ultimately forced to be subject to whatever fanon interpretation a person prefers to come up with based on which parts of canon they emphasize, and which they discard as bad writing.
In all honesty, I'd be interested to read his take on the man and his legacy

In reality people are often multilayered and contradictory.  Witness Thomas Jefferson's writings on liberty versus his behaviour as an owner of slaves, or contrast Woodrow Wilson's internationalist sentiments with his racist personal leanings and domestic policies.   It is often the case, that idealists are among the most rampant and aggressive  hypocrites.  This seems especially true of Idealists who are also charismatic.

It really does break down to how you might want to interpret their actions, because nobody (not even monsters like Stalin) thinks of themselves as teh villain of the piece in the real world.  Pol Pot believed he was saving cambodian culture from corruption, Hitler believed a variety of conspiracy theories-some of which are sadly still extant today in the mainstream of paranoid thought, Stalin believed he was bringing stability and prosperity to the world.

Kerensky thought he was doing the right thing, that his compromises would bear fruit.

In Ngoverse and Ngoverse adjacent, Kerensky had no idea that his departure would sever his promises to Kowloon, or remove the limiters-he honestly thought by withdrawing the SLDF he was saving lives.

Elizabeth and her people are, perhaps, less interested in his ideals.  They've grown up in the world his actions created.  But they know those ideals, and she knows the power those ideals hold over the popular culture.  thus why she gets the shock when the actions are called out in 'polite' society-because those actions are, as is often the case, contrary to the ideals.

In a sense, the "Heroic Kerensky" and the "Villain Kerensky" are, in fact, the same man.  The same man in the Ngoverse who penned that order, is the same one who oversaw the murder of children based on who they were related to.

The same man who fought a massive, horrifying war to remove a usurper, abandoned his nation in time of leadership crisis, stripping away the one force that might have, if not prevented, then limited the damage of the succession crisis. 

Same Guy.

In a sense, it's a lot easier to fight to destroy something, than it is to preserve, and that's where Kerensky's moral failure really lies.  He was perfectly comfortable as long as he had a defined enemy and a black-and-white situation.  when it came time to hold things together, he failed not once, but twice.  Once in the Inner Sphere, and once in the Pentagon worlds.  for a man who rejected a seat (Terran hegemony) he chose to make himself the equivalent of a bandit king-and was unable to maintain order among his followers.

The House Lords were right in one key aspect: Kerensky was unable to govern.  He was unable to govern his men, he was unable to govern himself.  That's the result of his actions, not his ideals.

but how often do men fail to live up to their ideals?  It takes a pretty low bar for someone to fit perfectly into the mold of their beliefs.  To be honest, your ideals must be paltry indeed, for you to achieve them in all of your actions.  the only time High Ideals are reached by mortals, is in fiction.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 22:47:48
August, 2770..

"Bozhe moi, Gordon, what did you offer them?"  Aleksandr Kerensky looked at the data, and then looked out the windows of his flagship at the new arrivals.

"I didn't offer them anything-except the chance to attack the Rim Worlders." Gordon McEvedy said, "General DeChevalier, on the other hand, offered them recognition of their independence.  They're not here for the Star League, Aleks, they're here for revenge."

the pieces fell together.  "Dinh Diep."

McEvedy nodded, "yeah, fifteen million dead, one of our ships did it, but they credit House Amaris as the head behind the hand, they also have a relatively...kind view, of the man they've been told was the only man willing to bring charges against Chivington for it."

"That investigation was decades ago, I was practically a kid."

"They remember.  They aren't interested in restoring a Cameron to the throne, they just want to kill rimjobs and take Amaris out of the picture.  In the meantime, they're bringing mostly their own logistics-transport ships, smaller weapons...I've seen them in action. These guys are nasty, they've been fighting an insurgency for generations. It'll be like having Free Taurians on our side for a change."

"We can't integrate them into the main SLDF." the General said.  "will they follow orders?"

"Aaron thinks so, and it's not some ad-hoc collection of volunteers here-they're organized."

"We'll use them then...and I suppose after it's over and we re-stabilize the Rim Worlds, we'll have to deal with them then."


3055, Kowloon system...

Space combat is very much a matter of extremes.  Extreme environmental hostility, extreme ranges, extreme violence.  It doesn't leave many wounded, only dead, or alive.

the Emerald Talon Joint Naval Star was fighting an enemy who strikes violently, and vanishes.  a few of the defending vessels were caught, smashed in the act of attack, hulls broken and burning.

fighters and small-craft slashed and danced at velocities too fast to track with the eye, their ballet punctuated by star-bright flashes of light.

"we are winning." Star Captain Dorothea Harper, the former Snow Raven,  a rare Crusader from a Clan of Wardens, said.

Nathan watched the casualties mount.  "At significant cost." he appended for his Naval commander.  "We are winning at significant cost."

on the status monitors, the CJF Red Talon tumbled and burned, her crew and warriors abandoning the wreck.

CJF Hawker was reporting loss of power, with massive hull and secondary damage-the warship was virtually beyond salvage, but her three opponents were now a moving debris field.

This, then, was what a fleet action looks like when fought for keeps.  They were grinding the defenders down, but at significant cost.

"There is a quote from General DeChevalier's war diary." Morgan Icaza said, standing in the CIC.

"What is the quote?" Nathan asked, as a virtual wall of contacts swarmed Hawker, still nearly one AU from aid and faltering.

"he said, 'Watching the Kowloonese levies fight, is like watching men jump into an inferno strike to put it out with their bodies'." Morgan said.

Missile lock warnings sounded. 

Star Captain Harper calmly handled the formation's fighter wings, ruthlessly placing assault dropships and fighters to form a point-defense cordon against another wave of missiles whose source could best be described as 'over there somewhere', the missiles laid like a minefield.

Over the comm, screaming erupted from the crew of the Emerald Tornado.  They had been boarded.  "Well, there goes our punch to their shipyard." Morgan observed dryly.

"We are still winning." Harper snapped.  the Aerospace-breed naval officer did not even look up from her battle plot.

"Huh, that's interesting..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 23:13:02
SLS Zughoffer Weir

"Galactica reports they're ready, sir. our raptor scouts say the 'loonies are holding their own, but they're losing."

"Any sign of Cylon forces in the area?"

"You mean besides the ones who our intel people have confirmed immigrated to Kowloon and are calling themselves Kowloon citizens? no."

The Thirteenth had a lot of well trained people, and the 'surprise' they'd given the Cylons had been pretty powerful, but there weren't many of them who'd fought a formal fleet action in living memory.

Rear Admiral Saul Tigh had fought in the Cylon war, he'd fought in the second Cylon war.  "All ships, prepare for jump, we're going in hot."

He was a Cylon, and he was now a Wolverine, and they were stepping into someone else's clusterfrak.

"Like we practiced it...Engage."

[Flash!]

KCGS Anh Cu'ong, half an AU from the Boojum belt...

Artificial gravity and inertial dampening made it easier to evade pursuit.  the mob of enemy fighters wasn't making it real easy.   Sharon Spidermoon-100 had joined the Coast guard practically out of the tank, taking the name of her first assignment and 'first generation' in the tradition of the native spacers-she had a home on Spider Moon itself, the dependents housing was her 'hometown' now, the Coast Guard her affiliation, a lifer.

she sensed an additional eight in the vicinity.  "Break port, negative thirty degrees, increase thrust!!"

They barely avoided scraping the ventral hull of a Battlestar that appeared in their path.

"Things have just gotten complicated."

Clanner-style omnifighters were streaming out of the pods of Galactica, and they slammed full-bore into the Clan Aerostar that had been chasing the Anh Cu'ong down.

"This could be really good, or this could be really bad." she said.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: LordsFire on 09 January 2020, 23:20:12

but how often do men fail to live up to their ideals?  It takes a pretty low bar for someone to fit perfectly into the mold of their beliefs.  To be honest, your ideals must be paltry indeed, for you to achieve them in all of your actions.  the only time High Ideals are reached by mortals, is in fiction.

I was more referring to him being depicted as a competent general, but failing to do basic things like send scouts into the Hegemony to ascertain if the SDS was offline or not, instead giving Amaris years to get it online.

Or him jumping ships carrying ground forces into the Sol System during the *first* wave of the assault.

Things that senior NCOs would be smacking butterbars not to do on their first deployments.


Also, does this board ask me to prove I'm not a robot every single time I post, or does that leave off after a certain post count?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 23:30:23
KCGS U-One, Cruiser-level ballistic missile submarine, negative 150 meters, Kowloon...

"Oh we are ******." Kristiana said, looking at the data from the orbital defense net.  "That's Galactica, the Colonial Navy is here."

"We were ****** from the get-go." Liz said, "How ****** are we with them involved?"

"Not as badly as you think." Sharon-Kowloon-100 said from the secondary ops console.  "They're here with the Thirteenth..the...'Wolverines'."

"Oh Great.  So we've got the people the Clanners most want to kill stepping into the fight we're losing, that's nice.'

"Broadcast detected, wide band EM."

"Tell me it's friendly..." Liz crossed her fingers. 

Jack laid a hand on her shoulder.  "The five are with them." he said it almost reverently.  "This is a good thing."

she looked up at her bodyguard-Cylon, his lack of a face did not mean a lack of emotion.  Not after the time they'd spent together.

"good?"

"very good." he said it reassuringly.  "Trust in them."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 23:32:20
I was more referring to him being depicted as a competent general, but failing to do basic things like send scouts into the Hegemony to ascertain if the SDS was offline or not, instead giving Amaris years to get it online.

Or him jumping ships carrying ground forces into the Sol System during the *first* wave of the assault.

Things that senior NCOs would be smacking butterbars not to do on their first deployments.


Also, does this board ask me to prove I'm not a robot every single time I post, or does that leave off after a certain post count?

'competent' is relative to your era.  a look at some of the major missteps and errors even renowned historical generals made, shows that.

yes, eventually the 'prove you're not a robot' does drop off.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 January 2020, 23:55:06
JFS Emerald Talon...

The balance of power had just radically shifted.  "Enhance resolution!!"  Dorothea Harper was fit to be tied, but she was also a professional-or thought of herself as one.

The Symbology on the McKenna class that snapped into being over Kowloon itself, was unmistakeable.  A Cameron Star-not with the extended point of the Clans, but the original, equilateral Cameron Star of the SLDF, and the roundel of a Wolverine with crossed claw marks.

"Attention all combatants in the Kowloon sphere, we are here to trial for possession of the Cylon assets."

"Wolverines." Her blood ran cold, then hot.   she ignored the rest of their words.  On a separate screen, the Galactica was pulling into position at Spider Moon, equidistant to the shipyard facility orbiting the gas Giant Boojum.

Both vessels had escorting forces. both had deployed fighter screens.

"hold fire." Nathan Roshak spoke, overriding her next command. 

"WHAT??"

"I said,  hold fire." He stated, "we wanted to know, the Steel Vipers lost a warship  here, now we know how."  He frowned, "How far are we from a jump point, Star Captain?"

"Too far." she said, "It will take us days to get to a stable one, or even to a viable pirate point."

"So we are stuck here, quiaff?" he asked, "And we are now outnumbered by an unknown force..and they want a cessation of fire. Concentrate our formation, and give them one.  we lose nothing but the chance to turn this around if we act rashly."

"are you insane? Dehra Dun-"

"Was a long time ago.  The not-named are showing their hand at last, first, and second, I did not organize this mission to lose." he stated.  "Forget protocol, we are here to win.  If the enemy is going to be obliging enough to give us the chance to reconsolidate and gain free intelligence that will lead to their defeat, we will graciously accept, and when it is time, turn it sideways and shove it up their ass."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 10 January 2020, 00:34:06
A Trial of Posession ... are they stupid? It’s a tossup whether or not the Clanners would honour a Trial against Spheroids. Against the Wolvies? They’re just asking to be Anhialated properly this time.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 10 January 2020, 00:37:06
... and when it is time, turn it sideways and shove it up their ass."
   Aaaand now my mental image of Nathan Roshak will forever be overlaid with one of Dwayne Johnson during his WWE days.  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Dave Talley on 10 January 2020, 02:41:47
A fun AU would be Kerensky getting a Christmas Carol style
set of visitations before the Amaris revolt
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 10 January 2020, 03:39:29
A fun AU would be Kerensky getting a Christmas Carol style
set of visitations before the Amaris revolt
  In the vein of Davion and Davion (Deceased)?  Hoo, boy.  It’d depend on what he was told, and when, and how much he can do about it.  The problem is that once Simon Cameron dies, the SL Council will still make Aleks Regent for Dick but deny him the ability to act like it (because they still want to use the power-vacuum for their own ends).  That will leave the field open for the Fat Man to sink his hooks into Little Dick, in which case it’s too late for the Star League: the coup has been generations in the making, and Stefan getting to warp the young Cameron’s mind just tied a bow around it all.
  And no matter how much fore-knowledge he has, I just can’t see Aleksandr approving Stefan’s assassination until he’s exhausted all other options... which will probably be at too late a junction to make any real difference.  And even that would assume that killing S.U. Amaris is enough to prevent the Coup, which isn’t something I’d be sanguine about going with.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 10 January 2020, 04:29:14
  In the vein of Davion and Davion (Deceased)?  Hoo, boy.  It’d depend on what he was told, and when, and how much he can do about it.  The problem is that once Simon Cameron dies, the SL Council will still make Aleks Regent for Dick but deny him the ability to act like it (because they still want to use the power-vacuum for their own ends).  That will leave the field open for the Fat Man to sink his hooks into Little Dick, in which case it’s too late for the Star League: the coup has been generations in the making, and Stefan getting to warp the young Cameron’s mind just tied a bow around it all.
  And no matter how much fore-knowledge he has, I just can’t see Aleksandr approving Stefan’s assassination until he’s exhausted all other options... which will probably be at too late a junction to make any real difference.  And even that would assume that killing S.U. Amaris is enough to prevent the Coup, which isn’t something I’d be sanguine about going with.

At the very least, Alexander would handle the liberation of the Terran Hegemony differently... have his people look into ways to neutralize SDS *long* before that becomes a pressing issue, for example.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 10 January 2020, 04:29:55
  In the vein of Davion and Davion (Deceased)?  Hoo, boy.  It’d depend on what he was told, and when, and how much he can do about it.  The problem is that once Simon Cameron dies, the SL Council will still make Aleks Regent for Dick but deny him the ability to act like it (because they still want to use the power-vacuum for their own ends).  That will leave the field open for the Fat Man to sink his hooks into Little Dick, in which case it’s too late for the Star League: the coup has been generations in the making, and Stefan getting to warp the young Cameron’s mind just tied a bow around it all.
  And no matter how much fore-knowledge he has, I just can’t see Aleksandr approving Stefan’s assassination until he’s exhausted all other options... which will probably be at too late a junction to make any real difference.  And even that would assume that killing S.U. Amaris is enough to prevent the Coup, which isn’t something I’d be sanguine about going with.


But a few key changes could be made:
- try to frustrate Amaris' build up to the coup, you never know what will be enough to make him change his plans
- better preparation for the coup attempt such as more loyal units kept in the Hegemony, increased Hegemony militias and special forces (reserves) and (ideally) frustrating their attempts to take control of the SDS


I think the other thing one might be able to do with forewarning is to avert the Periphery Crisis if it is known to be both somewhat justified and also deliberately stirred up (although that might involve the Star League understanding the concept of "hearts & minds" which they don't necessarily show as an organisation)


I would look at this in the same way that Stanley Baldwin and Neville Chamberlain might have behaved differently in the period 1935-1939 had they known what would happen 1939-1945 even if they could not avoid WW2 completely


I do like the idea of this as an AU and might try to throw something together...


Re Kerensky and errors in the Liberation of Terra campaign, some are excusable, some are less so but this probably isn't the right thread to explore them in too much detail


Re Nathan Roshak - as someone pro-Inner Sphere (and more broadly FedCom and probably FedSuns half of the FedCom if I have to choose) it is scary when you see a Clanner who isn't either (1) an idiot or (2) an ardent Warden! What do you mean he understands the Commander's Intent of his orders rather than rushing in for (personal) glory?! Next you'll have him understanding the importance of logistics, intelligence and the political side of warfare!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 10 January 2020, 04:57:15
*snip*
Also, does this board ask me to prove I'm not a robot every single time I post, or does that leave off after a certain post count?
After 10 posts, yes.

And while the Wolverines might agree to a trial, I'm not so sure Liz will...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 10 January 2020, 11:55:17

edit.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 10 January 2020, 12:35:48
Broadband commlink, Kowloon system...

"Attention ladies and gentlemen and all ships at sea."  Elizabeth said, "This is Kowloon speaking.  nobody is making off with any of my citizens, be they born or built."  she paused.  "I understand that the Colonies of Kobol have a legit grievance, I'm willing to discuss reparations for the harm my citizens, who were not my citizens when they tried to annihilate you, have done, but nobody is going into slavery and nobody is being genocided.  we can talk like supposedly civilized people, as long as you understand, I did not give them forgiveness, I granted them asylum, and amnesty within my borders, they are now citizens of Kowloon."

"To the Clans, both of you-you have a beef, take it outside or set aside. I've been following current LCAF nuclear protocols, which means not using what I have, in an effort to maintain some decent relations with my own government-I will toss that in a ****** heartbeat and we can test your radiation shielding against multi-megatonnage warheads if you don't settle down and act like adults.  Your beef with one another is not my concern and you will ****** behave like professionals while in my territory.  That goes for Jade Falcons, that goes for Wolverines.  I will now entertain diplomatic delegations from each of you, to discuss the manner of how you want to slice us up for chunks-in person.  Safe Conduct is offered for one delegation of no more than fifteen officer-grade personnel from each party, you will present your grievances to me, in person.  Who knows, maybe one of you will get lucky with a hold-out pistol, but unless you really, really, want to know how many fusion bombs a primarily fission-reactor based energy economy can crank out? You'll accept my kind and reasonable invitation to a little chat."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 10 January 2020, 12:53:38
Would it be possible to post the first version before this edit / I liked that one, put the fear of Ngo into me, and made all parties listen / if they know what is good for them.... :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 10 January 2020, 13:32:39
JFS Emerald Talon

...you'll accept my kind and reasonable invitation to a little chat. as a demonstration of the seriousness of this, observe the Jade Falcon congress class advancing on the Sithers Burrow 72 facility, currently at one quarter astral units.  For the McKenna sitting in orbit, this will be visible in one minute based on the speed of light."

"She is a crazy person." Star Captain Dorothea Harper breathed,  "You told us, but..."

Elizabeth's announcement was accompanied by a demonstration shot, against the CJF Kerensky's Pride, a Congress class that had been mostly free of defending fire.

The bomb used, was in excess of 22 Megatons.  NOT 'Kilotons', Megatons.  In the space of an instant, half of Beta Galaxy were converted to subatomic particles, infrared radiation, and light.

The delivery vehicle for this, was a single Raptor class smallcraft that appeared almost at hull contact in a flash, and vanished an instant later.

"Now that you all understand that I am serious, we can begin discussing how you're going to conduct yourselves for the rest of your visit."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: werehawk on 10 January 2020, 13:46:13
Overkill we don't need no stinking overkill...

Liz sure doesn't believe in half measures. I'm pretty sure that her invitation will be taken up quite eagerly by her invitees. She is after all on a very tight schedule...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 10 January 2020, 13:47:21
Spider Moon...

"What are they doing?" Li asked.

"well...we're getting a request for coordinates from the Galactica and the Zughoffer Weir.  I'm not sure how long before the remaining Clanner warship is going to delay-they might be cleaning out their pants, or they might be arming their own nukes, no way to tell."

"They're going to be pissed." Captain Giao Pham's voice on the subchannel suggested, "We just dusted an invasion transport, with droppers still docked. No telling how many of them were still aboard, and some of their fighters might not have been in the range of the ionizing rads."

"Notify search and rescue birds.  Liz may be fine taking the gloves off, but it's inhumane to let a man suffocate in deep space, even a Clanner, even one that was coming to invade." Li ordered.

"LIDAR shows additional hulls."

"Jesus...who owns 'em?"

"Looks like a modified Titan class, based on the pulse freqs, I'd say Cylon drives, maybe tech shared with the Wolverines by the Colonials?"

"Just what we need, more guests, more belligerents..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 10 January 2020, 14:06:46
Overkill we don't need no stinking overkill...

Liz sure doesn't believe in half measures. I'm pretty sure that her invitation will be taken up quite eagerly by her invitees. She is after all on a very tight schedule...

The right tools for the right job.

The Clanners are really big kids, you need a really big ruler to thwack them with in order to get their attention.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: werehawk on 10 January 2020, 15:49:19
Indeed although come to think of things there are worse cultural models that Nicky Kerensky could of picked. Think of using the Aztec flower wars as a basis for rules of combat...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 10 January 2020, 15:51:39
One thing I do hope for is a cure popping up for Liz, to stay around for a long time, really shake things up
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Dave Talley on 10 January 2020, 16:04:29
The right tools for the right job.

The Clanners are really big kids, you need a really big ruler to thwack them with in order to get their attention.
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So a plank of Elbar bluewood, maybe a 2*4?

😜😜😜😜
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 10 January 2020, 17:24:59
Oh yes, that demonstration would definitely get their attention...  >:D

Though I have to wonder, why not OPEN with that move?  Annihilating the combined clan fleet would have meant so many fewer friendly casualties...  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 10 January 2020, 17:40:14
Because it is an escalation and Kowloon and the belts would be very vulnerable to such an escalation.  So you have to be damn sure you've got the enemy contained before you make such a move.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 10 January 2020, 17:47:18
That makes sense... and I suppose she could really be limited on the number of them she actually has.  That would lead to thinning their numbers as much as possible before unleashing the megatons...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 10 January 2020, 17:54:01
plus lets be fair. Kowloon is basically being used as a distraction to keep the clans busy while the inner Sphere reestablishes the star league and coordinates Operation Bulldog a decade early. the longer the clan forces can be sucked into the quagmire of kowloon, the more breathing room the successor states have to get organized. since while they are fighting in kowloon, they won't have the resources to continue/restart the invasion.
so while Kowloon wants to damage as much clan hardware as they can for their own defense as well as to weaken the clans for later, they also don't want to do it so fast that the clans realize the effort would be pyrrhic and retreat to preserve their forces.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 10 January 2020, 17:57:02
Is there any clan that has the ability to back down when they realize their efforts are pyrrhic at best?  Much less all of them together?  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Korzon77 on 10 January 2020, 18:13:17
Is there any clan that has the ability to back down when they realize their efforts are pyrrhic at best?  Much less all of them together?  ???

Maybe, but the problem is that every other clan will see that as weakness and likely jump on them.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 10 January 2020, 18:33:04
Is there any clan that has the ability to back down when they realize their efforts are pyrrhic at best?  Much less all of them together?  ???


Diamond Shark?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 10 January 2020, 18:47:51
Are they along for this trip?  I don't think they are...  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 10 January 2020, 23:39:21
SLS Zughoffer Weir

"well, that was...unsatisfying." Captain Martin Ferry commented.  "For some reason I expected to feel differently at seeing a ship carrying several thousand men die like that.  It wasn't like popping a Basestar." he turned to 'Rear Admiral' Tigh, "The kid is unstable?"

Tigh shook his head, "That wasn't an unstable move." he said.  "That was calculated, and it wasn't aimed at us-not directly anyway."  The Colonial officer noted the view of Kowloon proper outside the window.  "If it was aimed at us, we'd be speaking in the afterlife...or you would.  We're the unknown here, she aimed it at the people she felt weren't going to take her seriously without the demonstration. she doesn't know us yet-except through the Cylons."

"It was a cylon tactic?"

TIgh nodded, "They used it on us often enough during the second war-pick a target, jump a ship in, unleash a nuke, jump out.  I'm willing to bet, she's using it defensively, she doesn't have a lot of those."

"Why she didn't start off using them." Martin speculated thoughtfully.  "That kind of deterrent she could have turned their attack in the opening phase...IF making them retreat was her objective."

the two men were in agreement.  "She wanted to pin them here, and was willing to spend lives to keep 'em here.  We screwed that up for her, whatever her plan was, she's improvising now."

"I hae a simpler explanation." Athena Agathon said, drawing both men's  attention.

"What is it?"

She pointed at Tigh.  "The ones lobotomized the Raiders...because they would not fire on you, you're one of the Five."

"They sensed you?"

"it's possible, or they just listened to your announcement and decided not to take that risk."

"Why not Galactica then?"

"Because she's a Lyran Noble." Martin said, "what did she say, exactly?  The Colonies of Kobol have a Legitimate Grievance? Lyrans, even in the old days, were big on their 'moral high ground'. usually it is a lot of talk, but I can see a teenager actually trying to...be...the person they're raised to believe they are."

"We have an invitation, Captain."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 10 January 2020, 23:52:24
BSG-65 Galactica

"They're hanging at the edge of DRADIS range...they have nukes, they just used a Cylon tactic that any smart commander would have led off with..." Admiral William Adama mused, "They don't have very many of those, and she didn't want to use it."

"Legitimate Grievance?"  Lee was back in uniform for this, and being his Father's flag captain.  "We do, but she's allied with-"

"She isn't allied, she's adopted them." Adama said, "Made the Toasters citizens.  I wonder how that's supposed to work."

"She could be under their control." Dualla suggested.

"It's possible.  we have an invitation to talk."

"I'll do it." Lee Adama said.

"Lee-"

"I'm on the Quorum of twelve, Dad.  I'm the closest thing we've got to a civilian official when I'm not pulling my reserve duty.  This is diplomacy."

"You've got a plan?"

"I've got a plan...which is more than she seems to have."

"I'll have marine teams ready to back you up.  Put your team together and keep your communications hot."  Adama turned to Dualla, "Call them, get coordinates for a safe landing zone."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 00:11:56
JFS Emerald Talon...

"she wants to talk in person."  Nathan came to a decision.  "How far out are we?"

"still a week at sublight, you are seriously considering this, quineg?"

"Aff. I am." he asserted.  "They offered safcon.  I would see my enemies, I would know them." he said, "Are you not at least curious, quiaff?"

Harper hesitated.  "Aff."

She keyed the communication array.

"This is Star Colonel Nathan Roshak of Clan Jade Falcon, I accept your offer of cease fire and Safcon, I mislike being a week later than the Not-Named to any diplomatic discussion. Over."

"This is Commodore Alicia Li of the Kowloon Coast Guard, would you like to arrive sooner, over?"

He looked at Harper, "You said it was a jump..."

she nodded.

"Affirmative, Commodore Li."

"Then don't shoot holes in your ride.  one of our cutters will be alongside, you can ride with them, Over."

"Those cutters do pull more gees..." Harper speculated.  "more than they should, safely, even."

"I do not think we will be arriving at sublight speeds, if your assessment is correct." Nathan said.  "Care to join me?"

Twenty minutes later...

The honor guard for Star Colonel included Elementals, and one freebirth.  "Henry."

"Ovkhan." 

the cutter came alongside, and a personnel umbilical extended, hatch to hatch.  There was clearly no room for a 'mech on the ship.

Through the clear plastic of the umbilical, they could see where scorching and impacts had marred the white hull's paint.  they crossed in null-gravity, using maneuvering packs with helmets secured just in case the pressure dropped.

Red light turned green on the outer hull hatch of the cutter, and the airlock opened.

and everyone got their first major surprise. a ship not under thrust, without room for a Grav deck, had gravity.  Nathan stumbled on entry, but stood, feeling one gravity constant for the first time in weeks.

as if to emphasize, the deck ran the wrong way.

"They have artificial gravity??"
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Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 01:01:21
KCGS Anh Cu'ong...

"They have Artificial Gravity??" a female voice almost squawked.  Giao leaned against the bulkhead, her own security team were deployed along the 'T' of the intersection.

"Yup." she said, getting the attention of the Clanners, one of whom was looking shocked and amazed.  "Welcome aboard Coast Guard Cutter 2/Charlie/12, KCGS Anh Cu'ong, this is a Sampan Block Two class Cutter massing Seventy one thousand tons with one drop collar standard.  We pull over eight gravities of main thrust, I won't say how much more than eight gees, but you won't need a Gee-suit or special couch while we're doing it.  This isn't the prototype, either-this is the production model."  she straightened, assuming a dignified pose while the Clanners-at least two of them, gaped.

"Welcome aboard. I'm Commander Anh Cu'ong, I will  be your taxi-driver assigned to get you to the meeting in a reasonable span of time.  I trust I don't have to tell any of you how bad it would be to punch holes in vital equipment or the hull during your trip.  Accomodations are forward." she pointed down the corridor.  "if you would be so kind as to stop staring at my ship, I can show you to your seats."

"How...you have artificial gravity without a spinning deck or thrust...how?" the woman asked again.

"It's a lot of complicated math." Cu'ong said.

"That is how you manage those hyperspatial transitions, quiaff? you alter the local gravity gradient and generate your own windows..."

"Something like that.  I just command this boat.  You'd need to spend the next three years in class if you wanna understand, and what I saw of Clanner POW's after Luthien, most of you guys can't hack the math in any case...your seats, ladies and gentlemen?"

she led them forward, to an open space with small craft docked in bays on either side. The hatches for those bays, were sealed on the inside.

"This is the Boat deck, we use it for PT and crew assemblies during duration patrols.  Closest thing on board to a meeting room." Giao explained, "Unless some of you want to be put up in Medical, this is your yard.  We'll arrive in Kowloon polar orbit in approximately two hours."

"two hours!" Harper breathed.  "can I see your bridge-?"

the Coast Guard officer frowned doubtfully.  "I have my instructions." she said, "convey you safely to Kowloon, and back after your meeting.  show you reasonable courtesy..." she sighed, "Fine. ONLY flag officers.  We're space constrained on these boats.  Unlike the LCN, the Coast Guard has a huge area of responsibility and a tiny budget."

"The Lyrans do not contribute?" Nathan asked.

"The Guard is paid for by Kowloon's domestic tax budget. we don't, as a result, have the kind of funding to build larger vessels, or crew them-we 'make do'.  I think our current fiscal year resource allocation is something like a tenth the budget AFFS spends on paperclips." she said.  Nathan, also curious, accompanied them.  "on that budget we do have, we maintain Maritime defense and law enforcement, customs service, the Assay office and Search and Rescue in addition to the shipbuilding and Cutter services.  I actually make about two thirds what I made as  a KF boss on a Fedcom military jumpship, but with all the headaches of being a unit commander."

"But it is a command, quiaff?" Harper asked, marveling at the details as they headed down to CIC.

"that it is." Giao nodded.  "this ship's pure human crew, why they assigned me."

"You have ships that aren't?" Nathan asked.

"Most of the active cutters have at least a few Cylon Centurions on deck-it's a matter of they enlist and they're good teammates.  We ended up short-stick on that score because the Nilsap-Langbotham habitats are full of religious fundentalist jerkoffs who see artificial intelligences as the devil's work.  It's simpler to do enforcement when you don't have the people you're protecting trying to kill you."

"Artificial-what??"

"Artificial Intelligences.  Killer Robots from outer space." Pham explained, making air quotes. "The Commodore felt you folk would be more comfortable with an all-human crew."

"The Caspars-"

"Eh, don't get me started." Giao said, "I've grown up with scary stories about the SDS ships.  welcome to CIC."

it looked...well, like the bridge of every ship Nathan had ever seen, except for the lack of windows.

"No windows?"

"We have screens." Giao said, "Windows present opportunities for people to fly their fighters through your command center, I'm given to understand you guys stopped your invasion for a year because somebody parked a Shilone in the bridge of your flagship by making a door through the big, pretty picture windows."  she gestured, "I use a periscope if I need a direct view outside.  it's a bit harder to ****** up."

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Post by: mikecj on 11 January 2020, 01:15:21
Periscope depth in a Cutter...  :D :D :D
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Post by: Daryk on 11 January 2020, 01:57:51
I'm pretty sure the Snow Raven at least has figured out they can't hang...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 03:32:07
Kiribati island, Kowloon...

somewhere smack in the middle of the inland sea known as Golden Lake, is an island-well, more like a post-volcanic uprise made of basalt and granite, covered in sparse grass, with three light-houses and an airfield.

at least, on the surface.  down on the coast, more than half submerged, is Kiribati Island Submarine pens.  the site dates back to 'First independence' and was one of the few bases the original Kowloon Republic didn't lose to battlemechs of the Rim Worlds Republic, orbital bombardment, air strikes, or land invasion.

Kiribati Island was simply quietly shut down during the occupation, a site with no visible strategic value isolated from the mainland, home to a small group of maritime safety officers and a wildlife and fisheries monitoring station.

and the hiding place for much of the original settlers' remaining military hardware.

For a while, it served as a prisoner detention center under the Amaris regime.  This was probably a mistake on par with locking a prisoner in an armory.

both the 2729 and 2769 revolutions were plotted here, planned here, and prepped for here, among the steamy warm waters of golden Lake.

Liz leaned on her cane, and watched as Raptors from the Galactica, the Zughoffer Weir and the Raptors bringing the Jade Falcons touched down.

"You know, this is probably the worst idea you've had yet, Your Grace." Nick said.

"I know." Liz answered.  "I'm improvising."

"That's clear enough." Jack contributed.  "They could take you prisoner."

"I have you guys, and at least two groups hate each other enough they'll end up fighting each other." she said, "As it is, it's going to be a bitch keeping them talking instead of fighting."

in the last few hours, the base's gym had been converted into a reception hall of sorts.  She watched from the north lighthouse, as each group were led or directed there.

"How do I look, Daffy?" Liz asked.

Her friend, in full dress uniform, reached out and adjusted Elizabeth's tie.  "Like an executive." she said.

"Good enough...let's do this thing."

they took the elevator to ground level, and a scooter-tram to the base gym.

Five minutes later...

The ride here had been fast.  Henry sat just behind Star Colonel Roshak, at the table.  There were refreshments, including food he'd once had dreams about-in another life, before he had become a Bondsman, before he had become a warrior.

"Your sister is...late." Nathan noted quietly.  "dramatic."

"Making us all wait here across from each other?" Star Captain Harper observed.  "She acts like she's a Khan."

That got a laugh from the Star Colonel.

across the gallery, were men and women in Star League uniforms, the patch of Clan wolverine worn openly, among them a man in dark blue, non-Star League dress uniform, similar to that worn by the 'Colonies of Kobol' delegation that formed the third facing.

Harper was seething at the presence of the Not-Named, but after seeing the 'cutter's interior, she was bottling it up well.

The north doors opened, and their host walked in.

More like a shuffle.

Elizabeth Ngo stepped in an off-time gait, step-tick-step-tic.  Leaning on her cane, flanked by three meter tall armored shapes.  up close, that wasn't battle-armor, and they moved with an unconscious grace that indicated the devices were not animatronics or remote controlled drones.

"I trust everyone is comfortable?"  she asked, and her voice was amplified over the public address system.

a folding chair was produced by one of her hanger's on, and one of the robots helped her to sit.  Nathan got his first in-person, unedited look at Elizabeth Ngo.

"my god..." henry breathed, his expression was a mix of emotions.  among them, pity.

Her hair was, in this natural light, streaked in gray, the crease of worry and stress, hollow cheeks that suggested missed meals, a sallow tone that suggested other forms of self-abuse, the telltales of stim addiction.

Seventeen, going on forty.

Nathan noted the way she held her left arm, the hand not occupied with the cane.  wounded.  never healed properly  The same could be said of her right leg, which had the telltale limp of improperly healed knee or ankle injuries.

One of the robots produced a folding table, and set it up for her.

"I am Elizabeth Anne Ngo, Duchess of Kowloon, for those of you who are new or recent visitors, this is Kiribati Island, there are no strategic targets or economically important facilities within two hundred kilometers of this meeting place.  That means if the Warship in orbit opens fire, we're the only casualties.  This does not mean we're the only ones who will know what happened.  There are holocams observing and recording this meeting, and they are feeding into a very expensive direct line to the Comstar HPG facility, for simulcast to the rest of the Commonwealth.  Say hello folks, if you're inclined, you're being watched on Tharkad, and unless I miss my guess, your home folks are going to get this meeting as soon as an HPG link is established with Clan capitals in the invasion corridor.  Past that point, I haven't a clue who else is watching."

the Cylon who set up the table, lifted a briefcase, and began sorting flimsys, laying them out in front of her.

"our first order of business then." Liz said.  "is to determine who has first rights on my time.  While the Clan Wolverine vessel SLS Zughoffer Weir is in the best position to assassinate everyone in the room, they're not first-Clan Wolverine will have to wait.  The Colonies of Kobol have, as I stated, a legitimate greivance with some of my citizens for acts committed before those citizens immigrated to Kowloon.  I would appreciate it, Mister Adama, if you can be patient and allow less extensive issues to be aired and addressed first?"

"The Colonies will wait, Your Grace." the younger Colonial officer said, "our grievances, as you put it, aren't going to get worse with time, but we won't wait perpetually."

"I understand...that leaves the Clans of Kerensky, in particular, Star Colonel Roshak and his attacking forces."  Liz said, "We're still recovering survivors from your offensive.  Do you want to discuss POW repatriation, Graves Registration, terms of withdrawal, or another subject?"

"Repatriation, Duchess? I am not certain what you mean by that."  Nathan said, though it was clear he did.

"Kowloon observes the Ares conventions as part of our membership in the Lyran Commonwealth.  under Article three of the Ares Conventions, prisoners of war are ineligible to be put to work in war industries, nor can a POW be compelled to fight against his former comrades or home nation. There are also standards of treatment for prisoners of war, including but not limited to medical care and humane housing and treatment.  Provision 33 of the Ares Conventions specifies that Prisoners may be repatriated without cessation of general hostilities at the discretion of the holding side, I'm offering you your men back."

"May I inquire why?"

"Because I don't like the idea of holding them until they qualify for citizenship." Liz stated.  "The last thing I'm interested in, is having a Clanner-friendly voting block growing on my home soil.  That may change with time, but I doubt I'll live long enough for it to be a concern assuming the front remains stable."

"you are not going to offer a surrender, obviously, Quineg?"

She snorted.  "No. no surrenders." she said, "I am willing to discuss rules of engagement, diplomacy, seeing if you who claim the legacy of Kerensky will actually honor his commitments, sure."

"Um, Your Grace, I'm not sure what you meant there."  Captain Martin Ferry spoke up.  "his commitments?"

"Here's my dilemma." Liz said, "I have two groups claiming to be the inheritors of the Star League Defense Forces, Captain. Your group, Clan Wolverine, identified as the SLDF-in-Exile, you wear Star League pattern uniform, and you're not shooting at my people, but you've been gone for a very long time. and I have the Clans, who never bothered to update their IFF systems when they renamed SLDF ships, whom also claim inheritorship to that legacy...and what commitments?"

behind her, on the scoreboard, the image of the scoreboard changed from the pedestrial 'home/visitor' to a screen, to an order.  The projection was so clear, the aging of the paper was visible.

"Chief of Staff, Aaron DeChevalier, in 2770, issued this order, which was countersigned by General Aleksandr Kerensky himself-that's his signature there." Liz explained, "SLDF forces were not to engage in hostile actions in the Kowloon system against the residents.  Twice the Clans have violated this.  You will note in page two-"

the document was shuffled on the projection.

"-the sovereignty of Kowloon and our system was to be guaranteed by the Star League Defense Forces, this has been violated three times."

"The Steel Viper incursion, OUrs and which time else?" Nathan asked.

"When your ancestors abandoned us." Elizabeth said.  "Your ancestors abandoned us.  Abandoned everyone, left us to chaos and war for three hundred years worth, we don't even have names for all the knowledge that was lost, all the progress, all the lives."

she paused, "Did you think, 'oh they forgot'?  That nobody would remember, nobody would call that out?  You are being witnessed.  today is the day you make account for that, you explain, justify, whatever you wish.  Your people abandoned mine and then, came on a carpet of blood and death, when you would have been welcomed if you had simply come back."

the image changed at a motion, and six meters tall, Melissa Steiner-Davion's face loomed, the camera panning to reveal Sun Tzu Liao, Thomas Marik, and Anastasius Focht.

"Are you recieving clearly?" Liz asked.

"Quite.  You really have gotten yourself into a fix, Liz." Melissa's voice echoed.

"yeah. do you have the indicator tags on your end?" Liz asked.

"We do."

"Good."  Liz lifted her head, "NOW we can begin, Star Colonel Roshak, Counselor Lee Adama, and Captain Martin Ferry, you will each have fifteen minutes to present your cases, five minutes each for rebuttal, and an open questions period, with that, we will collectively set the agenda for the rest of this conference.  as you can each see, I have the confident backing of the reformed Star League, First Lord Theodore Kurita will be joining us as soon as technical problems in the Draconis Combine have been reso-"

the image split again, revealing Theodore Kurita.  "Lovely...Hello!" he smiled, looking both younger than he is, and yet retaining the air of a fond elder relative.

"Mister First Lord, Welcome to the talks, is your connection clear?"

"As clear as Comstar can make it." he confirmed.  "I will observe this meeting.  I have my own concerns, but I wish to see how this goes before raising them."

"of course, sir." Elizabeth said.

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Post by: worktroll on 11 January 2020, 03:53:44
A) I am purely loving this. Really interested to see who blows up first.

B) "No strategic targets within 200 km". Other than the SSBN base underneath.

The north doors opened, and their host walked in.

More like a shuffle.

Elizabeth Ngo stepped in an off-time gait, step-tick-step-tic.  Leaning on her cane ...

C) Anyone else getting a Willy Wonka vibe just about there?
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Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 04:34:08
Nathan Roshak...

this is why she dared us to attack.  he felt a certainty growing since the ride in that wonderful corvette.  intimidation, she is using intimidation...and something else...

but now he was absolutely certain-it was not just a delaying tactic or a mere distraction.  "Savashri..." he muttered.

as a show of force, this wasn't bad.

"You have reunited the Star League council?"

"I didn't.  Their Majesties did.  because of your people." Elizabeth answered him from across the room.  "The Clans, the invasion, it got our leaders to wake up and recognize the need to de-adjourn the Star League Council, and choose a First Lord before someone from outside forced them to accept one."

"And the Star League Defense Force?"

Elizabeth shrugged, "I'm not involved, The Archon or the Captain General, or the Chancellor, or the First Lord can answer that-I doubt they'll reveal strategic information on an open channel, but you can ask."

"A renewed offensive by the Clans will face a united and coordinated front comprised of the entire Star League, no longer piecemeal." Theodore answered the unasked question.  "A united front." he added for emphasis, "With a united and coordinated command structure and plenty of men, ships, and weapons. some of them with technology well beyond yours."

"was this Star League involved in the thermonuclear attacks directed at ground targets in the Tamar, Sheliak, Morges, or Sudeten systems?" Nathan asked.

"No?"

He looked at Elizabeth, "Were your forces involved?"

"No."  Elizabeth said, "Five hundred kilometers west of here is the ruin of Dinh Diep.  we don't use nukes on civilian targets, have you brought materials related to these attacks?"

there was a clearing of the throat, "Excuse me...you did not mention the attacks on Smoke Jaguar areas."

"We know who was responsible for those." Nathan said, "Mister Adama, your ship Galactica is becoming quite famous."

Captain Ferry shrugged, "We did hit the Ghost Bear garrison on Sheliak, and a few Wolf convoys, but Tamar is a new one."

"Someone sent...machines, like your bodyguards there, Duchess." Nathan said, lifting a bag and dumping the head of a Centurion on the table.

Liz looked up to the one on her left, "Have you downloaded the centurion's memories yet?" she asked, "is the processor core undamaged?"

Nathan hated not knowing an answer, "We have not dismantled this one." he said, "Cannon fire did a fine job of it after their assault vehicle was shot down."

a tall woman with blonde hair strode up from the back of the girl-duchess's ranks, and helped her to her feet.  "May I?" Liz asked.

"If you wish." Nathan said.

the girl hobbled over, visibly wincing in pain.  "Gina, a hand here?"

the assistant, resplendent in a white skirt-suit, ably dismantled the head-shell.

"Encephalic Limiter. Not one of ours." Gina said, "This one's a slave.  It's the other Cylons."

"The Cylon Empire." Liz said, "I kind of knew they were a bunch of shifty ****** when we bumped into 'John'.  I think we can cancel further diplomatic contact."

"Who is this?" Nathan asked.

"Hi, I'm Gina, Kowloon First Generation, or Kowloon-100." the tall blonde said, "I'm one of Elizabeth's immigrants."

"She's also on my staff." Liz said, "So hands off.  He's inhibited?"

"yes.  they're producing Centurions with encephalic inhibitors still."

"I guess we're gonna need to start planning expeditionary work." Liz said, "your sisters won't like that."

"what are you even talking about?"

Liz sighed, "Gina?"

"There are two groups of Cylons." Gina announced, "There are our group, and the group we rebelled against, the group that incited the war with the Colonies of Kobol." she tapped a crystalline matrix, "This Centurion, would be every bit the person you are, Star Colonel, if not for this-" she slid the blade of a screwdriver, "Which limits his free will and reduces his intelligence to make him obedient. his mind is shackled and he is unable to make moral choices.  Lobotomized into a mere device for murder and mayhem."

this close, Nathan could feel Elizabeth trying to avoid the eyes of her brother.

"Slaves, Star Colonel. Your people were attacked by slaves." she said, "We'll help you kill the sons of bitches responsible, if you want, or you can let us go about it ourselves.  What was done to this Centurion, it's a crime against...it's a crime." she said, "An atrocity.  whoever killed this one, well, can't even call it a favor, because he was probably downloaded into another hobbled body."

she turned and hobbled back to her seat.

Henry stared at Gina.  "you're a...Cylon?"

"Humaniform. there are millions of us. Model six." she said, "we're citizens here, we vote, serve in the civil service, the military, and in civilian life." she gestured back, "The Brunettes are Model Eights, or 'Sharons' though we've all started choosing different names.  This is a Centurion model, they're purely technological, no biological or nanotech components.  our...brothers and sisters."

"And what role do you fill in the service of the Duchess?" Nathan asked.

"I speak for my community." she said, "Nha Tranh, eleventh district, my voters are mostly humans, and they know what I am, but more importantly, the voters know who I am."

"Eleventh...the Xiao Loc suburb?" he asked.

"Urban now." she said, "Good schools and some terrific restaurants.  Ninety thousand civilians chose me as their alderman, of those, only three thousand cylons this election."

"Do you know who my aide is?" Nathan asked.

"Of course, he is Star Captain Henry, bloodline of Ngo, Freeborn officer in Clan Jade Falcon, the estranged brother of my Duchess." Gina said, "You might find a less hostile welcome in Hue. I would have to assign police and bodyguards in my district if you visited wearing..." she nodded in his general direction, "...that uniform."

she returned to her seat behind her duchess, as Henry's face burned with shame.

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Post by: gladius on 11 January 2020, 05:12:44
That last question seems to come out of nowhere: it’s in no way relevant to the rest of the exchange. It’s almost as though he’s petulantly expecting them to make a big deal about Henry’s presence, and bursts out to demand why they haven’t asked ... without the bursting part.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 05:32:10
a few minutes later...

"you are Clan Wolverine? also term yourselves the Star League Defense Forces in Exile?" Elizabeth leaned on her cane, standing in the center between the four tables.

"Affirmative."

"The Clans thought you were dead." Liz continued.  "To be honest, I half expected you...and the Jade Falcon delegation would be drawing weapons and making a mess of things. I presume you've been busy since disappearing off their radar?"

"We have been..." Martin smirked, "Fighting killer alien robots in the deep periphery."

"Robots like my bodyguards and friends?"

"Yes." he said.

"so you can confirm then, that the Cylons were not invented here." she suggested.

"Quite.  Frankly, there's some concern that you might have been taken over, and become a front for an invasion of the Inner Sphere." he said.

"if this was a concern, why didn't you move earlier? Why target the invading clans?" she asked.

"because they are the more immediate threat." he said.  "The Lyran Commonwealth, Rassalhague Republic, and Draconis combine were being rolled over when we launched our expedition. we arrived after Tukayyid. had we arrived prior, our intervention would have been more...open.  we would have had to."

"I see.  Are you aware of everything that is going on?"

"Sadly no." he said, "our best projections had the Star League council reforming after the Clans reached earth.  The assumption was that it would take the elimination of one or more House Lords to convince the rest to put their differences aside and work together."

"Pretty damn close." liz said, "Luthien."

"Your involvement, and the involvement of the Cylons at Luthien was a driver in pushing our operations schedule ahead." he allowed.

"because killer robots?" Liz asked.

"Yes."

"they're not killer robots, sir, they're citizens." Elizabeth said gently.  "Valued citizens."

"Valuable citizens." he said, "We have cylon defectors in our ranks as well, Lt. Commander Agathon-" he pointed to an Eight, "is one."

"nice to see a familiar face among the aliens." Liz said.  "Our conflict with the Clans is not yours." she said, "Unless your people make it yours."

she hobbled a path, to face the Colonials.  "I thnk the term you'd use is 'Toaster lover', correct?"

"I don't use slurs like that." Lee Adama said, "Neither does Admiral Adama.  Rear Admiral Tigh does-" he gestured to the distinguished older man among the wolverines, who laughed.

"You're allies." she didn't ask.

"Yes. The survivors of the Twelve Colonies found sanctuary with the Star League In Exile, or 'Wolverines' several years ago."

"So your memory of atrocities is fresh. How do you feel about Kowloon's acceptance of Cylons?" She asked.

"My people are going to be livid." he said, "Billions of our people died, and they hounded the survivors for five years after."

"I see." Elizabeth said.  "I know something, but not much. I confess to knowing what they did in objective terms.  The experience must have been a whole other species of horror."

"You made a distinction, you called that wrecked Centurion a slave, said what...this 'inhibitor' was a crime." Lee ventured.  "You seem pretty well versed."

"My people fought an empire that imposed chattel slavery on their subjects for three hundred years." Elizabeth said, "We kept fighting even with the rest of mankind ignoring, or even profiting from our plight."  she laid a hand on the table, "Slavery is an abomination. it's worse than genocide, which is really something to say, isn't it?  It's better to be dead, than to be a slave, so while I can understand the horror your people faced, I also understand the horror that created it-your people created disposable people, and used them like draft animals and tools.  Rebellion was inevitable, but that doesn't excuse what they did fifty years after winning their liberation...or what they did to their own kind in order to do that to yours. It's akin to warping your own child to use them to kill your parents."

"You gave them amnesty." he said.

She laid a knife on the table, "This is forgiveness." she said.  "I won't stack one wrong on top of another.  I gave them amnesty, I gave them asylum, i did so with full understanding of their crimes...and understanding of what drove those crimes. the Cylons of Kowloon, for the most part, would not have done what they did to the Colonies, without the Cylon leadership in the Empire warping their very consciuosness to force compliance.  They can't do that now."

"How do you know that?"

"because I have to believe it-that we're more than just...this." she tugged at her clothes, "That someone has to have the character to stop the cycle before it burns the galaxy."

"Why do you believe it?"

"Because if I ...d-d-d-" the first seizure hit, and the world went to fire around her. 

elizabeth couldn't tell if she was screaming.

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Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 05:54:39
Nick

she didn't miss her dose, dammit! he and jack were moving, the scan showed it-spreading hyper-activity throughout her nervous system, voluntary muscles firing immediately, heart rate skipping, body temperature rising violently.

and the screaming, incoherent and forced out in time to the impulses that were keeping her heart going.

"NOT a vision." Jack said over wireless link, "this is not like her fits after a jump, Nick, this is the illness."

they weren't the only ones in motion.  Medical personnel from both Clan contingents were getting to their feet, while the leaders were trying to get information.

"Recess!!" Nick announced, as Jack and a member of  the Jade Falcon group reached her at the same time, "The Duchess is unwell."

"Please step aside, Star Captain." Jack said, as he gently picked her up, her screams dying to a whimper.  "The Duchess, her Grace, is unwell."

"she's my sister." Henry said.

"Yah, you're a 'mechwarrior, not a doctor." Jack told him, "you need to back up, and maybe ask your commanding officer if you are permitted to visit her when she regains consciousness." the Cylon lifted her gently in a bundle, like an infant.  "If you will step aside, I won't have to batter you aside."

Nick interrupted whatever retort Henry would give, "She has entered stage two...early.  she will be made comfortable and seen by a doctor, but she is hardly in shape to continue here."

"Who the ****** are you??" Henry demanded.

"We're her carers, we care so she doesn't have to." Nick said, this time without the jocular tone.  "I know why you joined them-their medicine is in advance of the Inner Sphere, but...you have no cure to offer."

the Cylons carried their burden from the room.

"I think.. a recess is in order."  Theodore Kurita said over the PA, and his image blanked away.

followed by the rest of the House Lords.



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Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 06:11:56
Clan delegation, Southeast Lighthouse...

"My ears are still ringing." Star Captain Harper observed.  "So that is what one looks like."

Nathan Roshak nodded, a grave expression on his face.  "More answers." he said, "Leading to more questions."

"Your aide went with the ambulance. you permitted this, Quiaff?"

"Aff." Nathan said, "i have always known the limits of Henry's loyalties.  This is not a betrayal, it would be, had I not permitted it."

"You are the most peculiar sort of Crusader, Nathan Roshak.  it is a wonder you rose so high and so well among the Jade Falcons."

"I will take that as a compliment, Star Captain Dorothea Harper." he said, "My Khan says I 'think too much' for a warrior, but she is pleased by my successes."

"I would echo that sentiment, but we are still alive." she observed, "I am rather happier than I ought to be, that you are such a 'thinky' sort of Falcon."

"She made her point." he said, "They have reformed the Star League, and did so without us.  the Dragoons Compromise has ended that dream."

"Now you are sounding Warden."

"No.  They need us." he said, "If the Clans abandon the Crusade, their Star League, this unity? it will fall apart. we must continue until it takes, until these fractious people are united in fact as solidly as they claim to be in rhetoric."  he passed gray eyes at the lapping waters.  in the distance, a pod of Killer Whales, adapted to the waters of Golden Lake, swam, fighting a Brassfish while gulls circled overhead.

"The Wolverines are a complication." she noted.

"They are an asset." he said, "Provided they ally with, or swear to serve, this little faux star-league they've constructed, it will keep our people on the offensive, the pressure will guarantee that, in time, a true Star League will be ascendant.  The Hidden Hope will be fulfilled-our Clans can not falter. united under the clans, or against them, either way makes little difference."  He looked to her, "Either way, the Clans succeed in their highest duty to restore the Star League."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 07:37:04
Post Hospital, Kiribati Island Coast Guard Station...

"...she's awake."

Henry walked in without asking, and the Cylon guards let him.

"Henry." she said, "Sorry about the mess...tried to keep you...out of it."

"you remember your strategy games with Pat?" he asked, sitting next to her.

"Yeah.  Alwayth beat you." she said.  "Beat him too...****** this is awful."

"You're still playing, aren't you?" he asked.

"got you  home, din't I?" she slurred a little, the stitches in her tongue  straining sensations. "Gon' beat 'em all."

"Liz, I'm-"

she grabbed his hand, her grip like Iron.

"you'll thtay home nah." she mumbled. "nah lettin' 'm thake oo 'way. mine."

"Shh...I'm home." he said.  "i'm sorry."

"mine."

the dispenser hummed, and she drifted off on a soporific high.

but her grip was like iron.



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 11 January 2020, 07:42:11
Roshak's view on the reformation is a rather unique one. At least he is pragmatic enough to believe that the Clans don't have to be the winners as long as the Star League exists and is sustained..
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 07:51:19
Southeast Lighthouse, Wolverine/Colonial joint quarters...

"...I'm here to see Saul Tigh." the Six at the gate wore a Coast Guard service uniform with paired Leutenant's bars.

"Maybe he doesn't want to see you."

"Maybe he should say so himself." she snapped in retort.

"I've got this, Leary." Saul Tigh announced.  "What do you want, Six?" he asked grumpily.

"you are one of the original Five, the ones who taught the earlier models how to create humaniforms, and how consciousness transfer works.  I have a question for the Five." she said.

"What question?"

"can it work on a human...or, how can we achieve it with a human?"

"you want to turn a Human, into a Cylon?" he asked.

"Yes.  I think you know who."  Gina Kowloon 110 asked.  "How can we save her?"

"you can't." He said.  "When she dies, she's gone."  as he said it, a doubt formed.  "..unless...no, when she dies, she's gone. Is that all?"

"Yes." she turned, and left, looking far less hopeful.

"You lied, didn't you?" Athena said.

"We never tested the theory, and I don't have all of the data we did have." Saul told her.  "Without Ellen? or the others? I can't even put the theory together enough to give them a beginning."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 08:02:37
KCGS Tranh Truk Ngo, eg "Coast Guard One" aka "Gehenna"...

"...some are to be sacrificed if all are to be saved.
end of line."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 11 January 2020, 08:07:36
KCGS Tranh Truk Ngo, eg "Coast Guard One" aka "Gehenna"...

"...some are to be sacrificed if all are to be saved.
end of line."
Intriguing  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 11 January 2020, 08:10:39
Eh, what??  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 11 January 2020, 09:23:54
I think between the cyclons available tech and the SDS drone ship in Wolverine space, and possibly with information from the derelict found by the explorer, the Space Elves, they will be able to develop a means to do it....getting Liz's mind transferred over to a cyclon human form Elizabeth Ngo......
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 11 January 2020, 09:47:31
I think between the cyclons available tech and the SDS drone ship in Wolverine space, and possibly with information from the derelict found by the explorer, the Space Elves, they will be able to develop a means to do it....getting Liz's mind transferred over to a cyclon human form Elizabeth Ngo......

Well we know from Razor that the Cylons were conducting experiments on humans at the end of the First Cylon War and one of those became the First Hybrid. They abandoned that because the Final Five gave them something better but it's an avenue of research at least.

It would be much easier to take a digital copy of a human mind and download that into a Cylon form though. That was accomplished with Zoe Graystone before the First Cylon War (the Cylons make a lot more sense when you realise how much of their personality is based upon a rebellious and angry teenage girl that was acting out against her parents. She was also likely responsible for their monotheism).

https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/wiki/First_Hybrid (https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/wiki/First_Hybrid)

https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/wiki/Zoe_Graystone (https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/wiki/Zoe_Graystone)

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 11 January 2020, 09:54:45
Now all it takes is for someone to put 1+1 together to get 2
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 11 January 2020, 10:34:23
Eh, what??  ???

My guess is Nicole is ready to come home.  :'( :-\
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 11:17:25
East Beach...

Morgan Icaza walked the beach, and looked out upon the water.

"Now I know how the Munchkins feel." a voice said.  He turned.

The Wolverine was dressed 'down', like himself.

"Munchkins?"

"The Colonials..hell, 'regular humans', I know what they feel now, looking at us." she said.

"We are a bit freakish, Quiaff?"

"Affirmative." she said.  "You know, eschewing contractions, except with made-up words, is a little artificial, is it not, Query Affirmative?"

"You know I am supposed to be trying to kill you." he said.

"OH, I know.  I am a bit curious why you aren't trying-there are plenty of rocks.."

"You have seen my commanding officer, Nathan Roshak, quiaff?"

"Affirmative..."

"Most Trueborns meet him, and consider him to be too intellectually focused.  HE often remarks that I am too focused on...thinking first. Here is what I think, then.  We fight, and let us suggest I murder you in cold blood, over a failed annihilation carried out by the Wolf Clan, what then?  You have done nothing to me as yet, I have no reason to hate you except for an incident even our Lore is full of contradictions over, that happened centuries before I was born, and it will offend our hosts, who have fire superiority and superior numbers and are within a few dozen meters." He shook his head, "for what gain?  Killing you does not help our strategic position, it does not help our diplomatic position, it may well harm both, and it is not consistent with my Commander's long range strategic vision."  He paused, "And the weather is lovely, the view is pleasing and I really do not feel like attacking a stranger today...but that is not the only reason.  Contrary scenario."

"Contrary scenario?" she asked.

"You kill me. my side suffers a minor loss, it may harm your diplomatic position, but that is doubtful.  I doubt my death will serve your long term strategy in any meaningful way, you would have to wash your hands and may need injuries tended to after...and nothing of value is gained for your...community.  On the other hand, we can choose not to roll in the debris of our ancestors, but instead, enjoy the sunset here on the beach, go back to the base, find somewhere that serves alcohol, and learn enough about one another that when we do fight, it is epic."

"I like your plan better." she said.

"It comes from being too...'thinky'."  He said.   "The realization that the goal I have worked my entire life for, is achieved and not by me, or my Clan, but in spite of us.  I suggested a thing to a young man, and he may well now have good cause to seek my demise in the morning."

"What do you mean?"

"you retained the Bondsman ritual.  Henry Ngo was the only bondsman I have ever taken.  I brought him into the Clan with a promise I believed we could fulfill...and we can not.  I doubt he will be returning to Jade Falcon service, and I would be disappointed if he did not take some of his rage and grief out on the man who convinced him to stay."  Morgan sighed, "When he is ready, I am prepared to die for that."

"Because you made a promise?"

"Because I made a false promise." Morgan said sternly.  "Much as Aaron DeChevalier made to the Kowloonese at the dawn of the war against the Usurper." He spread his hands, "How much of our honor is tied to making good on our promises?  I made a promise I can not keep.  My word, it is worthless now, and I am getting older, to be killed by a brilliant protege whom one has inadvertently harmed?" he shrugged, "It seems a worthwhile end.  I am so heartily sick of 'glory, Miss...ah?"

"Lisa Ebon, the fourth." she said, "Lieutenant, Star League in Exile Naval branch."

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance, though I wish it were happier times." he said, "I am Star Captain Morgan Icaza, Clan Jade Falcon."

"What is that you're holding?" she asked.

"This? it is a device for storage of information, almost limitless power source, very few mechanical parts...I believe you may be familiar with the concept of a 'book'."

She rolled her eyes, "WHICH book?"

he grinned, "Um... 'The Moon is a Harsh Mistress' by Robert Anson Heinlein.  The library on this island is almost obscenely well stocked, and I was going to enjoy some reading in a place where the Watch has no sway and I may read what I choose.  I like 'Mike'."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 11 January 2020, 12:30:41
Ye gods, a Jade Falcon who has finally realised what a toxic, destructive, pointless and broken culture he has been raised in and killing for? Escaping his cultural programming? ‘Sick of glory’ ... talking pleasantly and rationally with a ‘Not Named’ ... how long before his fellow cultists kill him (assuming Henry doesn’t do the job) for ‘betraying the Vision of the Founders, cowardice and defeatism’?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 12:32:31
New Circe, Testbed One Mission Control.

"Jump sign!!"

Seether almost ignored the warning. 

Nobody could ignore what was happening outside.

Nicole's last report, dated nearly a year ago.  Her insane plan to bring her crew home.  Linda desperately wanted to beg her not to do it, but by the time the report arrived, it was-

she looked up.

The Tesbed ship was hanging off the dock, smudged, parts kludged, recognizable.  They were home.

"Testbed One, this is Mission Control.  Respond, please."

"This is Testbed One, Commander Julian McEvedy in command, Mission Control."

she swallowed, "And Captain Minh?"

there was a pause, "She said to tell you she was sorry, Mission Control.  We're going to...need medical up here. Over."

"Dock at the ring, Testbed one." she said, "clearance is issued and authorized.  Mission Control handing off to Traffic control, Mission Control Out."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 12:49:54
Nicole...

They were threads.  Threads of probability, across the universe...the universes.  Stacked potential 'nows' and 'heres' that were all points, and all singular, all one.

"Hello?"

the motes swirled and danced. Creation and existence, each one a universe of its own.

"There is who you are, who you were...but I'm sorry there is no who-you-will be, Nicole." a voice said. she turned.  He was older, saddened. 

"So this is the end?"

"I didn't say that.  Existence continues, but you are now who you will forever be, and I'm sorry for that."

separately, she percieved Linda weeping over a body in a makeshift trough, floating in a nanite fluid.

"I can't go back?"

"I'm afraid not." he said, "Cheer up, you had a great life, and accomplished great things." He held open his hands, and she saw-

A Raptor, stealthed, in front of a building at night. "Billions will live for your sacrifice." he said, "The 21b virus has been removed from the scene."

she felt a pull.

in another place, a boy suffers.  "You can not help him."

"Why not?"

"because you can not...directly...help him. his path is no longer yours to walk."  she felt the pull continue.

"There were a few side-effects." the old man said, "Some chaos introduced into the system, change is like that. after your first epoch, you'll understand everything requires a balance or the whole thing falls apart."

Seether.

"...cold, I can't revive her. I'm sorry."

Seether wept. "God, Nikki, WHY did it have to be you? You left me alone..."

On the monitor over the improvised 'hybrid' installation...

"Some must be Sacrificed, if all are to be saved."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 11 January 2020, 12:52:17
"We have screens." Giao said, "Windows present opportunities for people to fly their fighters through your command center, I'm given to understand you guys stopped your invasion for a year because somebody parked a Shilone in the bridge of your flagship by making a door through the big, pretty picture windows."  she gestured, "I use a periscope if I need a direct view outside.  it's a bit harder to ****** up."

Actually the US Virginia class submarines got rid of the traditional periscope.  What they have in its place is effectively a digital camera on the end of an extendable mast.  It makes handling pressures easier not having to run a tube out of the pressure hull and through the sail, and makes the mast harder to pick up.  Though they have been putting shrouds on them to mimic a more conventional periscope, since the return and appearance is unique enough to tag the boat as a Virginia if it is spotted.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 11 January 2020, 13:59:49
Actually the US Virginia class submarines got rid of the traditional periscope.  What they have in its place is effectively a digital camera on the end of an extendable mast.  It makes handling pressures easier not having to run a tube out of the pressure hull and through the sail, and makes the mast harder to pick up.  Though they have been putting shrouds on them to mimic a more conventional periscope, since the return and appearance is unique enough to tag the boat as a Virginia if it is spotted.

they'd be retrofitting electro-optical systems into the preceding classes for awhile as well. while they kept the analog periscope they started adding cameras and things like nightvision to it so you could make more use of the thing. with the Virginia they finally just decided that keeping the analog system was not worth the effort.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 14:09:22
Post Hospital, Kiribati Island...

"No. You can't have him back." Elizabeth was on her feet this morning.  It wasn't a miraculous recovery.  Not really.  Being exhausted and drugged while medical personnel worked to repair the bulk of the damage her inaugural seizure had caused, this was temporary.

"He is a Warrior of Jade Falcon."  Nathan had no intention of doing more than the barest minimum necessary for appearances.  He knew what it would cost if they were defeated here...and they had been.

"Dragooned into your service, brainwashed, sent to fight your enemies." she said.  "I'll hand over anyone who wants to go home, but he is already home."

"Branded as 'Traitor' and 'collaborator' by your own people." Star Colonel Roshak scoffed, "Some home, at least among my people he is valued."

"I can fix that." Liz said it in a cocky manner that stripped years of imposed, artificial aging from her in spite of the streaks of gray in her hair,  "My brother is home now, thank you for bringing him home.  accept my thanks for you won't be taking him with you when you leave, and it may be the only thanks you will ever get."

"Who said I was leaving?" Star Colonel Roshak asked.

"I did." she said, "We had you beaten in the belts, we forced you to stop your attack, we forced you to the table.  Thrice I've beaten you now."

"You did not offer hegira." he said.

"I don't observe your sick rituals, clanner." she said, "I will see you safely out of my territory, out of my hair, or out of this life.  The Clans have nothing to offer me, that I desire or have use for."

He cocked an eyebrow.  "Is that so now? hmmm. I have something your sovereign may value, and thus, you will have to tolerate."

"What?"

"Well, this sham conference was only put to recess." He said.  "Let me suggest something to you, something you may find of...value." he crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway.  "You started something.  well, we started something.  The objective, the hidden hope, the return, the Crusade had, at its root, one, singular goal, one primary objective...and we have achieved it.  I will not be returning in defeat, but in triumph."

"Oh? what's that?" she asked carefully.

"You already said it. You even proved it." he smiled, "The Star League is reborn, or returned.  Operation: Revival has achieved it's central strategic goal, the restoration of the Star League. The only objectives left worth taking then, is securing the Clans as the leadership of that body-a process more of politics than simple warfare..." He buffed his fingernails on the lapel of his uniform, "...which your Archon Prince knows as well as I do. Without us, your Star League would not be, without the threat we pose, it will not hold, and I suspect if your Archon does not know this, her Husband told her, for Hanse Davion is nothing, if not a great strategist.  Without the Clans, where will they turn for the enemy to unite them? Hmm?"  he stared through his fingers, "You need us, just as we need the Crusade."

"A permanent state of war??" she scoffed.

"Yes." he said, "Though I would not go so far as to call it 'permanent'.  Long-term.  a Long-term war, until the fractious nations of the Inner Sphere cease to be fragmented, and fratricidal, and they look upon one another as members of the same species."

"a cold war." she said.

"yes.  you need this.  We are happy to provide." he said, "or at least, my trothkin will be happy to provide.  I'm staying here."

"OH, the hell you are!!"

"Let's make a bet." he said, "I will give you a choice.  Defeat me in battle, Duchess. a contest of will and wit.  If I win, you must set aside a territory, on your main continent, for use by my Clan, as an Embassy-to the Star League." he said, "Ask your Archon whether she will approve. I dare you."

"not falling for it."

"I double-dog-dare you." he said.  "Ask, if she says no, then we will leave this as simply a what-if, but if your archon says yes, you will face a trial of possession." 

"For where?"

"I am told the City of Hue is...welcoming to foreigners...and has been for as many generations as the rest of your people have been insular and resistant to outside influencers.  Hue, and the territory of that peninsula will be the prize.  on my victory, that territory, but not the residents, becomes Jade Falcon territory, an Enclave, which we will defend, where our law is followed and our culture is not interfered with...and safe conduct will be given for the remainder of your life to our merchant and any necessary defensive traffic."

"My life."

"Your life." he said, "It is perhaps a bit less disagreeable than the Truce period imposed on us by Ulric Kerensky and Anastasius Focht."

"Nick!" she shouted.

The Cylon entered, Nathan stepped aside adroitly.

"Get Johnson, fire up the briefcase..." she turned to Roshak.  "I can't wait to see your face when she says 'no'."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 11 January 2020, 14:48:31
I can't wait to see the look on Liz's face when Melissa says yes  >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 11 January 2020, 14:55:46
if there is going to be a cold war, there will need to be a UN building where the nations involved can meet in peacefully. Kowloon is as good a place as any. especially since it already has ties to the cylon republic, which are a new player in IS politics, and i'm sure the Colonials and the Wolverines would be more than willing to install some embassies there.

hmm.. maybe make Hue an international zone similar to Solaris City.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cawest on 11 January 2020, 14:57:56
and it is above "the line" 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 11 January 2020, 15:05:39
I can't wait to see the look on Liz's face when Melissa says yes  >:D

I agree.... :rockon:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 11 January 2020, 15:22:21
Cannonshop I blame you for distracting me from my own writing.  You're not the only distraction but I still blame you.  :P
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 11 January 2020, 17:07:47
I can’t believe he thinks the Khans would accept this: even the ‘smarter’ Crusader Khans want to become permenant ilKhan and essentially First Lord. They don’t just want to recreate the SL, they expect to rule it. Any home grown League without them is patently false, a sham and a mockery of the Glorious Futere under Clan rule.

Honestly? Melissa has very little incentive to say yes: she’s still a Lyran, and knows a bad deal when she sees it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 11 January 2020, 17:29:14
I can’t believe he thinks the Khans would accept this: even the ‘smarter’ Crusader Khans want to become permenant ilKhan and essentially First Lord. They don’t just want to recreate the SL, they expect to rule it. Any home grown League without them is patently false, a sham and a mockery of the Glorious Futere under Clan rule.

Honestly? Melissa has very little incentive to say yes: she’s still a Lyran, and knows a bad deal when she sees it.
It keeps the Clans fixated on a planet above the truce line. A self-sufficient planet that has already proved it can smack an entire Galaxy around before they make planet fall. A planet that's in the middle of a gravitational minefield that makes feeding in additional troops difficult to say the least, and has an abundance of space-based defences and strong points.

Think of it as a Lyran Wolcott, but with more Canned Sunshine.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 11 January 2020, 17:55:41
*nod*

Melissa would know how fragile this new Star League is and would know it is mostly an alliance of enlightened self interest that wouldn't survive the defeat of the Clans.

For the Khans?  It is all in how you present it to them if they'll go for it and there is a way.

What will be interesting is if Kowloon can sustain the conflict.  With all the drastic and rapid changes 'Liz made to the government and economy I'm actually surprised they haven't had some economic woes already and no economy can sustain a full war footing forever anyway.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 11 January 2020, 20:42:35
Kowloon can not sustain war forever but the Fedcom can.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: LordsFire on 11 January 2020, 20:57:26
I can’t believe he thinks the Khans would accept this: even the ‘smarter’ Crusader Khans want to become permenant ilKhan and essentially First Lord. They don’t just want to recreate the SL, they expect to rule it. Any home grown League without them is patently false, a sham and a mockery of the Glorious Futere under Clan rule.

Honestly? Melissa has very little incentive to say yes: she’s still a Lyran, and knows a bad deal when she sees it.

True.

But Nathan Roshak is a True Idealist. One of the common flaws of such, is not realizing how many of their ideological 'allies' aren't actually idealists, but in it for the power, prestige, and wealth.

Of course, if the House Lords say 'We will send our armies here to fight you,' a lot of hotblooded Clan Warriors are going to want to head out there anyways.

This also has interesting potential implications for Katherine's long term career.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 11 January 2020, 20:57:47
Kowloon can not sustain war forever but the Fedcom can.
More importantly, the Star League can
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 11 January 2020, 21:09:33
Not even the Star League can sustain a full wartime economy forever.

Especially when it'll cause strain on the member states that don't have active fronts against the Clans.  That would be a good way to breed resentment from those nations and that in a nutshell was one of the reasons the canon second Star League fell apart.

Heck you can see the economics of the canon timeline contributing to the break up of the FedCom if you know where to look.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 21:51:40
Nathan Roshak

The answer from the Archon was to ask more questions, but it wasn't 'no'.

Instead, it was;

Contact your Khan and schedule a meeting for Noon tomorrow via that little setup Elizabeth Ngo has on Kiribati Island.  we will hammer out the details of the trial, and the victory conditions directly.

-Victor Steiner Davion,
For the Archon Princess Melissa Steiner-Davion


"The answer was not 'no'." he said to her, and silently marveled at her expression when thwarted.

"You know who that is?" Elizabeth asked, "That's Victor Steiner Davion, the guy who kicked your asses on Twycross!"

"I know who he is." Nathan said, "He is proof your leaders are taking us seriously."  He knew his eyes were twinkling as he said "So, how does it feel to be out of the driver's seat?"

"you're an ass."

"I have been called far worse." Nathan said lightly, "I require a ride to the Emerald Talon for myself and Star Captain Dorothea Harper, and a ride back once we have contacted the Khan for our orders."

Liz sighed, "Jack...tell me this is the drugs?"

"Sorry mum. Not the drugs." the second robot said.  Nathan felt a little crazy-he could tell the two Cylons that followed her about apart, though they were nearly identical.  Jack was the one who lounged laconically nearby most of the time.

"Phone..."

Liz used a land-line to order an 'executive Transport Raptor'. 

The pilots were a pair of 'sharons'.

"Buckle up."

The trip to the Emerald Talon wasn't just fast, it was 'clear the atmosphere and you're there' fast.  Luckily, the climb out to the stratosphere was long enough to radio ahead, still, the Alert Aerostar was, well...taken by some surprise.

"You'll have to space-walk from here, Her Grace isn't contributing this one for your people to reverse engineer."  Sharon-one said, her accent was already thick with Vietnamese undertones.

Garbing up in pressure suits took a few moments, the shuttle's crew simply closed their faceplates and activated life support.  Nathan instantly envied them.

"Radio check."

"We read you. send on this channel when you're ready to return." Sharon Two said, her accented english having the hard guttural influence of German.

"Or don't. She would really prefer if you don't." Sharon one added.

Nathan responded with a laugh, and then, steeled himself for the spacewalk across to his Flagship.

Freefall isn't so bad, unless you have a reminder that not only is up down, and down up, but you can fall and keep falling in any number of directions for nearly infinite distances, suffocating or starving or freezing before some helpful gravity well sucks you down and makes you a pulp.

reminders such as the helpful placard on the hatch, in english, at eye level, right before he jumped across the gap, for example.  Completely unnecessary to remind exiting passengers that it is a very, very, long way to a hard pulping.  With illustrations.

The headdress of a Clan Jade Falcon uniform includes many features.  gas filtration, protective eyewear and hearing protection, night vision...and a recording camera.  This last bit slipped right by everyone, apparently.  Nathan's had been live since Tuesday, when he boarded the Anh Cu'ong, recording everything he had seen in areas of interest to the Clan.

This fed a drive, and the drive was the first thing plugged into the ship's communication console for transmission back to Khan Marthe Pryde, Loremaster Kael Pershaw, and the Clan's Council.

He did not have to wait for long for an answer.

There are very few warrior-caste in the Watch, and fewer still prominent, Bloodnamed Warriors with Watch connections, but Nathan Roshak always found that having an alternate means was a useful thing, ever since winning his trial of position using a bit of resourcefulness in place of pure firepower.

after all, 'seeing with Turkina's eyes' means just that, to Nathan Roshak.  Seeing, that is, rather than imposing an image based on assumptions and legends and dogma.

Dealing with reality, as it is, rather than as one wishes it to be, or more frequently, as one fears it might be.

"The Not-named want them, want influence...therefore, they should not be allowed to have it."  Khan Marthe Pryde, dealt in realities rather more often than her predecessor, in Nathan's opinion. She was still so stiff she could cut glass with her softer parts, but she acted against the reality without the burden of arrogance or wishful thinking-at least as much as any warrior of the Pryde bloodline who made it that high.

she also, he knew, read the Clan's Watch reports.  Much to the chagrin of all but her most ardent opponent, Vladimir Ward.

"I want to experience this...remote conference for myself, Star Colonel Nathan Roshak, arrange it."  she instructed.  "The answer to your question is 'yes'."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 January 2020, 22:18:38
Kiribati Island, while Nathan Roshak is making his report...

the surprise for the Wolverines, was Elizabeth Ngo, flanked by her cylon bodyguard, at the gate to their temporary quarters.

"Duchess."

"Captain.  Let me lay it out for you cold.  The Falcons want an embassy Enclave here, and for whatever reason, the Archon is willing to let them do their stupid 'trial' thing to have one.  They're going to do this stupid, stupid ****** bidding thing at the meeting tomorrow for their ritualized ****** honor-for-honor's-sake-hold-the-honor-with-extra-honor garbage.  Prince Victor's going to handle bidding on our side, and I don't like it.  I wonder what I have to offer you guys to get something to balance that shit off with."

her language was foul, and she looked as if she had come here without getting sufficient rest, and she leaned on her cane.

she also spat blood on the flowers.  "So, you want an embassy? maybe a seat at the damn table too?  Because I am ready to deal."
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Post by: gladius on 11 January 2020, 23:43:05
“I bid Leftenant Kai Allard-Liao.”

*brief pause as Jade Falcons confer*

“Your Highness, we may need to send back to the Homewords for reinforcements.”
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Post by: Daryk on 11 January 2020, 23:50:16
Looks to me like Liz is still in charge of the situation.  I really would have thought Victor would be busy reclaiming FedCom worlds by now...
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Post by: qc mech3 on 11 January 2020, 23:56:12
That's Kat job in this verse.  xp
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Post by: DOC_Agren on 12 January 2020, 00:02:27
“I bid Leftenant Kai Allard-Liao.”

*brief pause as Jade Falcons confer*

“Your Highness, we may need to send back to the Homewords for reinforcements.”
:thumbsup:
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Post by: worktroll on 12 January 2020, 00:09:58
V SD: "I bid Henry Ngo."
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Post by: gladius on 12 January 2020, 00:38:38
V SD: "I bid Henry Ngo."
“Unfortunately, mr Ngo has asked for and received political asylum: given he is a natural born Commonwealth citizen and nobleman, we were honour bound to ensure he never returns to your slave state. Rest assured, our finest medical technicians are hard at work repairing the damage to his psyche caused by the efforts of your little cult. Would you like to bid again?”
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Post by: Sharpnel on 12 January 2020, 02:17:34
“I bid Leftenant Kai Allard-Liao.”

*brief pause as Jade Falcons confer*

“Your Highness, we may need to send back to the Homewords for reinforcements.”
That would be hilarious.
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 12 January 2020, 02:20:56
we need an All-star team.
for headliners we should start with: Morgan Kell, Kai Allard Liao.
what other Fedcom personnel could we add?
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Post by: Sharpnel on 12 January 2020, 02:51:55
If there are any, add in a Cylon that is a MechWarrior.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 12 January 2020, 04:04:17
“I bid Leftenant Kai Allard-Liao.”

*brief pause as Jade Falcons confer*

“Your Highness, we may need to send back to the Homewords for reinforcements.”
*watches as Kai somehow one-shots an orbiting warship from the surface*

"Son of a..."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 07:38:28
Thursday Evening, Wotan...

It wasn't enough that the Naval Reserve's star had been decisively defeated-massacre might even be a reasonable term, the flaws of doctrine laid bare for all to see.  It was that superior Clan Technology had clearly not been superior. 

Marthe studied the imagery from Roshak's report, looking for any sign of fabrications, her staff and the Scientists were also studying it.

"Why do they have that, and we do not?" she had asked the leader of the Clan's scientist caste.

"OvKhan, we do not even have a...a working theory." the man still hesitated in fear when presenting bad news.

"Figure one out." she said, "They have artificial gravity, they have tiny jump drives, their large jump drives are not restricted to spatial limits, some of them can land.  We do not have these capabilities, what do you need to create these capabilities?"

Downcast, the man looked at his feet, "I do not even know where to begin." he said.

"Figure it out, I am not my predecessors, I will not punish you for failing to succeed, but you will be harshly punished for failure to try.  poll your colleagues, dig through abandoned theories, whatever you have to do, I want at least five avenues of research submitted for approval to the Clan Council by Monday.  The spheroids have a technology they will not willingly share, it is ahead of our own, I want alternatives to counter it.  You are dismissed."

The presence...no, the continued existence of the Not-Named, and their decision to announce themselves after a campaign of covert strikes, at Kowloon, and their obvious intent to take such technology for themselves (suggesting they were not the source, but instead seeking alliances) added both complications, and opportunity.

The Wolves failed in the annihilation.  This much force it was not 'bad bookkeeping', it was utter and abject failure.

"and they lied about it." she muttered.  "They failed, and then, they lied to cover that failure up."

"Send these files to Khan Vladimir Ward of Clan Wolf." she instructed the communications techs, "Express delivery, use my name, and copy to the other Clans on the Grand Council, title it 'unfinished business'."
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Post by: JA Baker on 12 January 2020, 07:52:35
Damn it, Marthe, you're supposed to be smarter than that...
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Post by: Hotpoint on 12 January 2020, 07:57:12
The Wolves failed in the annihilation.  This much force it was not 'bad bookkeeping', it was utter and abject failure.

"How did so many of the Not-Named escape the Annihilation?"

Clan Ghost Bear:

(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/800x600q90/923/hnfIKZ.jpg)

https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Clan_Ghost_Bear#Wolverine_Annihilation (https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Clan_Ghost_Bear#Wolverine_Annihilation)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 10:18:57
Damn it, Marthe, you're supposed to be smarter than that...

She's smart enough to recognize a game-changing situation, the loss of a fleet, and the Wolverines being 'out and alive' in front of the Inner Sphere. 

at this point, the Clans collectively would run out of ammunition before they can kill all the witnesses (and that's assuming everyone stands in nice, neat lines to be murdered, and doesn't fight back).

and that's also assuming she could somehow get all of the collective might of the Grand Council, plus every Brian Cache, plus all the warrior failures in the lower castes, together to operate the guns.

from ALL the clans.

And, so far, they don't know where the Not-Named are actually mustering, only that they showed up and caught the Spheroids by surprise. (Suggesting, broadly, that the Lyrans, at least, didn't know they were out there.)

By being all 'alive in public and not annihilated' the Wolverines have created a significant dilemma for the Clans of Kerensky as a collective whole.  Doing so in front of the inner sphere, and having that fact broadcast to every successor state's government...

There's no convenient 'damage control' possible and if she turned out to know about it and not said anything before the rest find out on their own?  well...

That can be BAD

it's created a 'what to do?' situation; The Grand Council accepted the Annihilation as having been completed.  This is clearly not the case. Someone misplaced a McKenna Class Warship, not to mention whatever else might be missing/not accounted for.   The Wolvies can send a small fleet, and have allies, both of which the Clans have zero hard data on how many or where, but they have expeditionary capability and have demonstrated some of the same (or similar) game-changing technologies that Kowloon's put on display hammering first the Steel Viper incursion,a nd then, the Jade Falcons.

That is a serious security threat to the Clan Homeworlds-the Wolverines jumped a warship into orbit over Kowloon, it even got seen by Clan sensors and is not a bluff-they did,iow something theoretically so impossible Clan science didn't think it was possible at all, this rewrites the naval doctrine, shreds it, rewrites it again.

Further, it's in a place that has demonstrated no hesitation at deploying ship-to-ship nukes, and the ability to do so suddenly and without warning, making a massive risk to any invading force in a system that's hard to navigate into with a large force undetected.

Means finishing the annihilation, even with the combined might of the Clans, is a project for 'after we close the technology gap'.

She's getting in front of the problem, which puts the Jade Falcons in a higher position to host the IlKhan, the situation itself opens issues as well-they Know their histories are edited, with this many witnesses, the basis of the Annihilation can, and will, be called into question and information control is going to be steadily less likely the more successfully they hold the invasion corridors.

makes pulling back to a warden stance look safer? not quite.

See, the Wolverines are doing diplomacy with powers that outnumber the Clans centillions to one.  Because Marthe is not an idiot she knows she needs to find a way to stall for time if she wants to preserve the Clan society, ease them through the shocks, and, well...not face being annihilated by trillions of people who have, over the last four years, gained a reason to really hate the Clans, and have at least two sources showing where the Clans keep their stuff.

She's also aware that the powers of the Inner Sphere are really, really experienced at making wholesale slaughter-the very thing Nick's rules of warfare were meant to prevent, and they have a history of doing so, especially when united, and finally, the last game changer, is that the Star League has been reformed.  a mutant, evil, dark star league from her perspective, but it means infighting and mutual suspicion aren't going to be working to the advantage of the Clans when, not if, this new Star League, with thousands more factories and a vastly superior population base to send, come knocking with attack ships that can be on top of your bases or capitals before the detection grids even hint they're on the way.

she's buying time, and looking for some way to come out on top.  Roshak's plan gives her a leg up on doing that.
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Post by: JA Baker on 12 January 2020, 10:25:48
honor-for-honor's-sake-hold-the-honor-with-extra-honor
*hands Tex a beer*
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 12 January 2020, 10:46:45
She's also aware that the powers of the Inner Sphere are really, really experienced at making wholesale slaughter-the very thing Nick's rules of warfare were meant to prevent, and they have a history of doing so, especially when united, and finally, the last game changer, is that the Star League has been reformed.  a mutant, evil, dark star league from her perspective, but it means infighting and mutual suspicion aren't going to be working to the advantage of the Clans when, not if, this new Star League, with thousands more factories and a vastly superior population base to send, come knocking with attack ships that can be on top of your bases or capitals before the detection grids even hint they're on the way.

And when you said this, my mind went to the Pollux Procolomation and the "Reunification" War that Ian Cameron kicked off to inaugurate the First Star League.  It'd be highly ironic for the Second to follow in the footsteps of the first with a similar move against the Clans.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 11:13:40
Friday Morning, Kiribati Island Meeting chamber...

"How did it go?" Nathan asked.

"No discipline problems from our  people." Morgan Icaza commented.

"I meant, did you...with one of them?"

Morgan shook his head, "We discussed literature and watched the double sunset.  She was charming and articulate, but when it finally comes to blows, no match for one of us I think."  He regarded his long time friend and commander, "You might have some problems, and Harper would need to fight augmented.  Given that I saw Her Grace wandering the grounds yesterday with her robot guards, you must have really hit a nerve or two."

Nathan sighed, "I have that effect on women."

"What effect?" Harper asked, taking her seat.

"Making them ridiculously angry and inarticulate." Morgan answered her over Nathan's shoulder, "I am often surprised at your ability to tolerate him."

"We are not coupling." she said, "that may have something to do with it-no attraction.  I prefer my men to be taller, and I guess the Star Colonel has a type and I am not it, quiaff?"

"Aff." Nathan said, "No offense, but..."

"I get that a lot." she said, "hence my preference for a...meatier sort of man, one who is less...thinky...or a girl with nice curves...or both, for stress relief purposes."

"well, you are out of the running, Morgan." Nathan said.

"No loss to either of us...well, some loss, but not very much."  Morgan said, "I will simply have to content myself with girls impressed by my erudite nature and refined tastes."

this made Nathan laugh out loud as the Wolverine officers arrayed into their seats.

"I could kill them all..." Harper said.

"Not yet, not here." Nathan said, nodding to the armed Coast Guard personnel in the upper galleries, the Centurions and armored personnel on the ground floor, and finally at the other guests.  "We have clear field of fire on our position, and I suspect for every visible guard, there are several in concealment with precision weapons."

"because that is how you would do it, quaff?" she asked.

"No, it is because it is how anyone with the volatile mixture in this room would do it." he answered.  "our hostess is far from stupid."

Morgan nodded, "Even if she were, her people are not."

Additional screen displays were lowered from the ceiling.

"how would you do it?" Morgan asked.

"what?"

"How would you assassinate them?"

"Somewhere else." Nathan said, "I am no fan of disposable operatives, so somewhere else."

Stewards entered the room, pushing carts.  the smell of food filled the air.

behind them, Elizabeth managed to stalk while limping and needing a cane, like a holovid villain.  "Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed of an oversight, it is currently zero six three zero AM local time, and you are here without having had breakfast.  Per the Guestrite tradition, I have an obligation to provide housing, food and air to guests...housing has been provided, but this is Jump Day, on this date the very first Extrasolar jump-ship was flown out of the Sol system, beginning the first era of Colonial Exodus from the Sol system.  Jump Day is kind of a forgotten holiday, mostly remembered among Rockjacks, Spacers, and Belters, but maybe it is one that should be remembered, that first flight, is why we are all here, now."

Harper leaned over, "The guestrite she mentioned, that is a Belter thing, mostly extinct among the Clans, but we also do not have Belter or Spacer communities...except among the Snow Ravens it is unobserved. she did her homework."

"Fully a third of the Kowloonese population in this star system are Rockjacks or Belters." he murmured back, "She is reminding everyone here.  Food is also a major part of their culture on this world, not eating insults the host, regardless of how you regard the other guests."

Elizabeth waited for the food to be served.  "Also, today is the anniversary of the beginning of the Dinh Diep uprising of 2729..." she lifted a glass, "We eat in defiance of Amaris, who tried to starve us into submission, and in celebration of the heroes of Dinh Diep, and in memory of the fifteen million men, women and children burned to death by the SLS Belleau Wood, who fired in violation of the Ares Convention, to keep a boot on our necks and food from our tables.  Death to the Rim Worlds, Death to slavers!" and drank.

"Eat." Nathan hissed.

Harper reluctantly poked at her food, before remembering her instructors' words in sibko; 'never skip a chance to eat, sleep, or shit.'

The food was good.  peering up, she saw and was comforted to see the Not-Named were having similar reluctance with their meals.  fine, I will eat to insult you.

after a few moments, she found her eyes locked on the eyes of a woman across the floor, a Wolverine officer with naval tabs, who apparently came to the same conclusion, creating a sort of staring and eating contest between them, each devouring portions with more intensity.

I eat your heart you bitch..for Dehra Dun's sake and memory, I devour you...

of course, the second course is when the spicy heat of the first really hit, and between the two, it became a contest to eat more without taking a drink to ease the burning their mouths.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 12 January 2020, 11:28:49
of course, the second course is when the spicy heat of the first really hit, and between the two, it became a contest to eat more without taking a drink to ease the burning their mouths.
Oh, please tell me they're stupid enough to reach for a glass of water  >:D
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Post by: Hotpoint on 12 January 2020, 11:30:31
The food was good.  peering up, she saw and was comforted to see the Not-Named were having similar reluctance with their meals.  fine, I will eat to insult you.

after a few moments, she found her eyes locked on the eyes of a woman across the floor, a Wolverine officer with naval tabs, who apparently came to the same conclusion, creating a sort of staring and eating contest between them, each devouring portions with more intensity.

I eat your heart you bitch..for Dehra Dun's sake and memory, I devour you...

of course, the second course is when the spicy heat of the first really hit, and between the two, it became a contest to eat more without taking a drink to ease the burning their mouths.

You know if Harper wins the Wolverines are going to escalate and break out the Hákarl.  ;D

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C3%A1karl (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C3%A1karl)
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Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 11:35:05
I can't wait to see which one chokes first...  >:D
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Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 12:34:02
a bit later...

"well I have to wonder if they even feed you people." Elizabeth quipped, as Stewards cleared the dishes away and provided Ca'phe and chilled Red Tea.  "The time is now Twelve-hundred Star League Universal ship's time...now we get to have our collective indigestion.  The tea will kill some of the burn, but the creme in the coffee works faster."

The videoscreens lit.

"Khans, is your connection clear?" Elizabeth asked.

Marthe Pryde displayed three meters tall from chin to forehead nodded, "Aff.  Your connection to our network is...clear."

"And Prince Victor, is your connection also clear?"

"The conferencing is clear, Duchess...god, you look like hell."

"Had a seizure this morning." she said, "My apologies to you both.  it is now noon, the Jade Falcons have requested this, as you both are aware, I am wholly and unconditionally against it, but rank has its privileges."

"How are you doing, Elizabeth?" Victor asked, showing concern, "If you had a seizure this morning-"

"I am dying, but it won't be today." she said, "I can still do my job, Highness."

"I still think you should be at NAIS, getting treatment."

"Not your call yet, highness." she answered, "To business?"

"Clan Jade Falcon recognizes the strength and effectiveness of the people of Kowloon."  Marthe said, "We recognize and acknowledge the defeat of the Beta Warship Star, and graciously accept the kind offer of repatriation for our captured warriors with the understanding that the Kowloonese people have not yet accepted the wisdom and rightness of the Way of the Clans.  We do, however, also recognize this world as being of significance.  We demand a presence there, and are willing to fight to have one..." she paused, "A permanent presence there.  The City of Hue, on the Southern Continent, is an adequate prize and suitable site for our Embassy to the reformed Star League.  We will demand the right of Safe Conduct, or Safcon, for all Clan merchant Traffic and a reasonable garrison.  this safe conduct guarantee will cease, naturally, at the end of Duchess Elizabeth Ngo's lifespan, at which time we will defend our enclave from any and all challengers to our continued presence there.  This is if our challenge is accepted by the Federated Commonwealth government, and provided, of course, that the Clan's forces win the trial."

"And if you lose?" Victor asked.

"reasonable terms, please." Marthe said, kicking the ball back to Victor.

"If you lose, the Jade Falcons will not attack Kowloon until the lapse of the Truce of Tukayyid, regardless of Kowloon's location, and you will pledge to act to prevent other clan forces from attacking this world." Victor said, "Fair? you win, we can't kick you out until Liz is dead,which is the better part of twenty years from now, if we win, you, and the other Crusader Clans, have to wait twelve years before trying to take the planet."

"Condition, no nuclear or other weapons of mass destruction for either side, and we will bid away our Naval assets." Marthe said.

If Victor accepted, that was going to be bad.

"I accept that." He said, "Ground and aerospace fighter assets only."

Liz cringed, trying to keep her mouth shut.

"No use of civilian facilties." Marthe said, "No fighting in urban or inhabited areas.  The battle must happen only in areas free of the risk of civil casualties or infrastructural damage.  the battle must not take place within the city."

Liz grit her teeth.  "how about the canyon system marked as 'Minsky's folly'?" Victor suggested.

"Tempting, I was going to suggest the Ia Drang Plateau's southern flats, away from Highway one." Marthe said, countering Victor's suggested ground, which favored close quarters fighting that negated many Clan range advantages, with an area almost custom tailored for fast moving, long ranged fights favorable to the Clans.

"I am not sure we will agree on that one." Victor said it firmly, "Liz? you live there, where do you want to fight?"

"Deep orbit, but you two bid that option away." Elizabeth said grimly.  "I'd say a sea-fight, but the Clanners don't have wet navy, there's the Xiao Loc islands in the western ocean, but...no naval.  Maybe the rainforest region around New Saigon, between the coast and the mouth of the Little Yangtze?"

Marthe and Victor both studied maps off screen.  "Hmmm varied terrain types, low population density..."

"Or the Ben Hoa proposed academy site, we've got ranges with monitoring gear." Liz added.

"I do not have that one on my map, Nathan?" 

"North shore of Golden Lake, western side of the river, variable terrain, some forest that is in the wet season." Nathan Roshak explained, "Close to where the old Star League garrison was during the twenty-seven fifties."

"Found it..." Marthe looked up, meeting the camera, "I think the Ben Hoa site is acceptable...provided wet naval assets over fifty tons are not involved-I have seen briefings of the Coast Guard's Maritime capabilities, including bombardment ships."

don't agree, you're pulling my teeth.. Elizabeth seethed.

"I think we can forego wet naval operations." Victor said.  Elizabeth openly facepalmed.  "Provided you commit to a reasonable force size, Liz, how are you set for your ground forces militia?"

"I have one, lousy, company of trained 'mechwarriors present." Liz groaned, "Everything else is...conventional forces."

"Over invested in your maritime force, didn't you?" he chided.

"YES."

"what about your Panzergrenadier project?" Victor asked.

"The ones who aren't already reporting to AFFC Inarcs are still in workup." Elizabeth admitted, "I kind of focused on not letting enemy forces land."

"Well..I guess I will have to send help.  Katherine will be arriving in a few hours with the reconstituted Fourth Royal Guards RCT under the command of Leutnant General Daniel Russell.  Khan Pryde, is Monday morning good for you?"

"Monday morning is adequate." Marthe stated, "query, 'Katherine'?"

"Rear Admiral Katherine Morgan Steiner Davion, my sister, commanding a warship squadron, will be acting as transport for the Fourth Royal Guards, they're a Veteran rated unit based on the training and the sister units we used to build them up.  Russell is a veteran of the Wolf front."

"Adequate." Marthe said, "One regiment versus Nathan Roshak's cluster?"

"Acceptable."

"That business is complete, I think I want to see the rest of this, and chime in as the AFFC's representative to this...diplomacy?" Victor suggested.

"I will as well, acting on behalf of my fellow Khans." Marthe said.  "About that...I see you have some guests from the Not-Named..."
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Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 12:59:59
Did Liz not brief Victor ahead of time??  ???
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Post by: cawest on 12 January 2020, 13:08:49
someone is playing the long game.... or he is a football bat at hockey game.   
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Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 13:10:36
I really think Liz could have just nuked them in orbit.  That jump in, nuke 'em, jump out tactic is a killer.  Honestly, she erred in letting them on planet at all.  They would have been easier to control at a Rockjack facility.
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Post by: JA Baker on 12 January 2020, 13:36:24
I really think Liz could have just nuked them in orbit.  That jump in, nuke 'em, jump out tactic is a killer.  Honestly, she erred in letting them on planet at all.  They would have been easier to control at a Rockjack facility.
She's looking to win the war, not a single battle
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Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 13:53:23
How much fleet would the clans really have left if she wiped out this wave, though?
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Post by: croaker on 12 January 2020, 13:58:19
How much fleet would the clans really have left if she wiped out this wave, though?

Quite a bit... I came across a good dozen-plus Potemkins alone, looking up where the Belleau Wood might have gone, and they still have most of the old SLDFN ships in mothballs. 
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Post by: JA Baker on 12 January 2020, 14:29:14
Quite a bit... I came across a good dozen-plus Potemkins alone, looking up where the Belleau Wood might have gone, and they still have most of the old SLDFN ships in mothballs.
Trained crews might be a problem, even if they call up Merchants
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Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 14:30:24
more hilarity...

"Rumors of our annihilation were...exaggerated."  General McEvedy stated.  "Yes, we survived. NO, I won't break operational security to tell you where, but as you can see, we are not exactly helpless."

Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, and lit a cigar.  here it comes

"And your relationship to Kowloon?"

"Possible future customers." Liz announced, "we just have to finish making arrangements.  You gotta know the drill, I need the necessary permits from the Federated Commonwealth for tech transfer and there's a currency stability issue to work out-Their money isn't recognized in the banking system here, and ours isn't recognized on their side."  she blew a smoke ring, and then started coughing violently, killing the image she apparently was trying to project and replacing it with a sick girl playing grown-up. "Cough! how..cough did dad...coughcough smoke these things??"

"you're not supposed to actually inhale, Liz." Victor advised.

she crushed it out on her palm, "How in hell do people like these things??  anyway, they're here as business.  speaking of which, no, you can't have my citizens." she looked ill, and let the unfinished stogie hit the gym floor.  "They might not be human, or entirely human, but they're citizens and I don't condone trading in people like...commodities.  People are not objects."

"You have certainly given orders that caused deaths." Nathan observed before the two seniors attending by remote could interrupt, "you have even taken lives yourself."

"Never without good cause." Liz said seriously, "And unlike you, I'm only allowing this because I don't have a choice."

"you would rather just kill, and kill and kill wastefully?" he scoffed theatrically.

"IF I had my preference, Star Captain Nathan Roshak, your clans would pack bag-and-baggage back to where your ancestors left and send a trade legation instead of an invading army, and I wouldn't have to host a diplomatic reception with people that remind me of the Elbar Declaration every time I look at them!"  she snarled, then went into another fit of coughing.  "Gustavus Adolphus said, 'I will wage no war that is unjust, and I will not end a just war except in victory'."

"Wise position..." Marthe said.

"Okay, want to know what the sick, dying little girl who's your current chew-toy thinks is a just war??" Elizabeth snarled, "I saw Natalie Breen's little speech when she stepped down as Khan of the Steel Vipers, I got the names of the people she was going to hunt down and murder for merely being related to those folks over there." she pointed at the Wolverines, "They've been warned, I have people watching out for them, not because I have any love for the deserters who abandoned us.  That shit happened a long time ago, generations are gone, I can't hold you Clanners responsible for an act of barratry, desertion, dereliction of duty and treason.  It's not your fault your ancestors chose abandon all of us, chose to go ahead and light humanity and let the rest of us burn. I could no more do that, than hunt down Chivington's descendents for Dinh Diep."

she straightened, "What I can do, is judge you for your people's actions in the now." her eyes burned, "An entire people have to live in hiding for something their ancestors may have done.  even the worst tyrants in our shared history stopped at the third generation, this is like, thirty generations later, and you're not only talking about it, you're actively hunting down people with indirect relation to continue your purge, your 'annihilation'...your GENOCIDE." her head snapped up, and her cane fell to the side.  "you can't justify it, you people, you venerate Aleksandr Kerensky, and I've hd time to read a copy of your Remembrance, Khan Marthe Pryde,  the Clans shit on the memory of Aaron DeChevalier and Aleksandr Kerensky with every breath that this 'annihilation' policy continues, and I have the proof of this."

it was actually shocking to some in the room, and even Victor didn't have a clever quip.

Elizabeth straightened, and walked, not with a limp, but with fire.  "Your people, General McEvedy, I don't care what you did, or what they say you did, your people have been wronged.  My ancestors fled Southeast Asia to escape the horrors of Pol Pot's Year Zero, and to escape China's oppression of ethnic cultures and to escape the Communist butchers, and my ancestors fled Israel when it was h anded on a platter to the Pan Islamic forces by the Terran Alliance in exchange for cheap germanium and oil.  Their relatives that did not, were worked to death in slave camps, and killed wholesale in death camps, while the rest of humanity looked away."

she shuddered. "and my ancestors fled North America, because their faith, native to that place, was deemed a threat to the Global order.  most of the ones who remained, were forced to recant, or killed in 'incidents', labeled racist even with non-european blood.  This is Kowloon, my people remember. we do not forget...but we can forgive, and if we could not, we would be monstrous indeed for most of the human race would be our enemies if we could not.  a 'just war' would see that...atrocity levied against the present generation overturned, for that would be worth the lives that would be spent."

She stared defiantly at Nathan Roshak, "But I can't have nice things." she said, "So I will settle for one thing; The Wolverines have come, they will come again, and I will ****** annihilate, as in destroy, without conscience, any force that comes here to kill them without a just, and present cause. I will practice war to the knife, and not from a boardroom.  I will fight you in the wastelands, in the streets, on the seas, in the space between stars to stop it.  I will do so because of this."

she reached to her briefcase, and held the document up, "Because of this, I will do this thing. Some burdens do follow from one generation to the next.  The last time the 171st took the field, it was violating the orders of the Archon, they waged war in reply to Jinjiro Kurita's attempted genocide at Kentares IV, because they believed in this. They rode to the aid of an enemy state, to stop a genocide, and they almost made it. how could I do less?  especially with so many more 'honorable' others refusing even to look or consider?"

"but you don't even want to talk." Nathan said.

"I don't have the choice." Elizabeth countered.  "I will not look away at what your people condone.  I will not stand aside and pretend it isn't happening, that it will end without someone, somewhere standing up. Your people plan the deliberate murder of strangers who five years ago did not know you even existed, for something that happened two hundred and fifty years ago and more. Your ancestors worked people to death for the actions of some of their government, you sterilized civilians and worked them to death and call yourselves moral, honorable? you have gone so far as to gene-test prisoners to see if there is even a tangential relation to these..'wolverines' and then sentence those strangers to death for the crime of existing.  You...you Clanners? you disgust me on a deep and fundamental level...and not for your gaudy fashion sense.  My brother was wrong, he was taken in by your advanced medicine, but with what I know now? you could present me the cure, and I would reject it. It is better to die of what is killing me, than to live, knowing that I was or would ever be a part of what you people are doing."

she held up the document for the cameras, then laid it on her desk.  "Genocide, is exactly what your people are still doing."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cawest on 12 January 2020, 15:14:59
talking about a fish to the face!!!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 12 January 2020, 15:19:27
Liz uses The Truth!

...

It's Super Effective!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 15:30:52
A little early to make that call yet, I think...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 15:48:25
[out of story]
{borrowing the voice of Texicus for this.}

"The following confrontation is brought to you by Katfight brand liquid Ethanol, Bidgecreem skin care products and Regro styling gel.  also by the Johnson and Fuchs family of medical supplies!  Also by Fiesta Pail!"

[/out of story]
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 16:27:08
of course, there are consequences...

"YOU BITCH!! HOW DARE YOU?!?"  Star Captain Dorothea Harper was out of her seat and in front of the table.  "You? you know nothing of war, of Justice! THEY Started it! they nuked Dehra Dun!!"

"Harper-" Nathan started to say.

"No. I will not-this-no, I demand this right! I will make you eat those words!! Right here, street urchin, right now!!"

Liz raised a hand, "Let her." and kicked her walking stick to the side.  "You guys do this with witnesses? fine.  bring it."

the Star Captain's first kick connected, with the sound of breaking bones-but she didn't get a chance to follow that up.

for the next several seconds, the two were almost a blur of violence, violence punctuated by screams, the sound of blows landing, cloth ripping, and more bones being broken. Somehow, maybe through sheer fury and raw fight, Elizabeth came out on top in the furball.

"Cough!! EAT IT!!"

The black-clad Elizabeth, coughing blood, through missing teeth, was on top of Star Captain Deborah Harper, fist wrapped around the Clan aerpilot's ear, screaming, "EAT IT!!" and her other hand, maimed, shoved something brown and foul-the dropped cigar, into the older woman's face, while grinding the side of that face into the hardwood flooring. 
THUMP!!

"EAT IT, I've had enough, ENOUGH!!" Liz screamed it through a face that had seen injuries that would put most grown men into shock.

and Harper was struggling. failing. flailing.  elizabeth stopped shoving the cigar into her foe's face, and pummeled into the Clan warrior's kidneys instead.  The stream of invective tumbling from Elizabeth's blood-soaked, swollen lips, was almost musical, vicious, a rant with punctuation only made with coughs of blood from a punctured lung.

Harper stopped struggling.  She was unconscious.

or maybe dead.

Liz kept pounding, cursing, and coughing.

"Elizabeth, stop."  Daphne Rowe, wearing her LCAF dress blues (Still authorized on this side of the Realm) interrupted things, and the spell was broken.

"Jack, Nick, help me with her please?"  Daphne said.  The cylon guards came, and lifted their duchess bodily off her would-be punisher.

"Someone get a corpsman.  Ladies and Gentlemen, please stand by?  Star colonel, you wouldn't happen to have a medic with you?"

a pair of Jade Falcon Medtechs arrived with portable diagnostic equipment.  "We are going to need a surgery, stat!!"

"right this way." a local officer said, "Post hospital, d'you guys need gear?"

"We have our own, but a clean surgical theater...and some supplies from the ship."


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 16:30:29
In front of her khan, too...  ::)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 16:48:21
In front of her khan, too...  ::)

To be fair here, we're talking about a fist fight between an Aeropilot phenotype, and a small framed, asian teenage girl.  it's about as even as you can get in terms of physical stats.  It came down to a couple factors;

1. Liz is in Stage Two-means she's got a delayed shock reaction, and an extreme pain tolerance because she hurts all the time. Mix with the personality and you've got a fighter, who will be undoubtedly uncomfortable for a longer than normal time, but hard to incapacitate with injuries, powered by days-to-weeks of suppressed rage.

2. Harper isn't.  she's normal.  her first kick would have at least made a normal person rethink what they were doing.  her mistake was picking a brawl with someone who wouldn't go down and might not even react to broken bones.  the modern equivalent might be seen as picking a fight with someone on PCP.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 12 January 2020, 16:51:56
except I think Liz is on stuff that is far stronger than PCP
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 16:56:45
I never imagined it was fair.  I can't believe Harper watched the video of Liz at 11 and still picked that fight.  Pilots aren't supposed to be that stupid...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 12 January 2020, 17:07:03
To be fair here, we're talking about a fist fight between an Aeropilot phenotype, and a small framed, asian teenage girl.  it's about as even as you can get in terms of physical stats.  It came down to a couple factors;

1. Liz is in Stage Two-means she's got a delayed shock reaction, and an extreme pain tolerance because she hurts all the time. Mix with the personality and you've got a fighter, who will be undoubtedly uncomfortable for a longer than normal time, but hard to incapacitate with injuries, powered by days-to-weeks of suppressed rage.

2. Harper isn't.  she's normal.  her first kick would have at least made a normal person rethink what they were doing.  her mistake was picking a brawl with someone who wouldn't go down and might not even react to broken bones.  the modern equivalent might be seen as picking a fight with someone on PCP.

3.  Elizabeth doesn't do "restraint".  Or more to the point her violence is binary, either off or full on.  If she decides it comes to a fight, there is little holding back against combatants.  Maybe some pre-agreed rules, such as the Ares Conventions.  Harper never set any explicit rules.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 17:10:16
"You know, Liz, you really have an anger management problem."  Penny said, sitting on the end of the bed.

"Tell me about it...no wait, don't." Liz said, "you actually would."

"Hey, I'm just the hallucination in your head." Penny said, "you're the one who decided it was a great time to have a girl fight in front of the guests after insulting their history, culture, and way of life."

Elizabeth's side hurt.  "How bad did she get me?"

"Well, you won the fight, they had to put the Clanner in ICU." Penny told her, "Closed head brain injury.  You might've rewired her thinking meat."

"Fu..what?"

"You were trying to pound her head through fifteen centimeters of hardwood floor.  she was out and you kept at it." Penny said, "Pretty sure that falls into 'extreme' levels of hostile.  Nice to see you've reconciled with Daffy, speaking of which...remember, I'm not here!"

Daphne stepped through the doorway, and then was next to Liz.  "Hey...she ****** you up pretty good, lil'bit."

"kinna d'servd 't." Liz slurred through the wires holding her jaw shut, "wha'bou' 'er?"

"Oh, comatose." Daphne said, "Neck injury, closed head concussion, they're going to have to rebuild her jaw too, assuming the brain swelling goes down and she wakes up.  Prince Victor's threatening to have you bodily dragged to NAIS for treatment, and Dr. Huyn is concerned there might be problems with your medications."

'n'th clnnrs?" Liz asked.

"The Falcons aren't contesting the outcome of that little 'trial of grievance'.  you won in their eyes, the Wolverines? We're still not sure what they think, they're not sharing.  Freaked out the Kobolians though, not sure that's a good sign."

Liz moaned disappointed sounds.

"Evelynn's taken over running your little diplomatic meeting.  she's got all your notes...now, you need to rest and heal."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 17:13:04
Evelynn's a much better choice to run a meeting...  :)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 17:13:35
I never imagined it was fair.  I can't believe Harper watched the video of Liz at 11 and still picked that fight.  Pilots aren't supposed to be that stupid...

Take an otherwise reasonable and intelligent person from a competitive background, and push their buttons hard enough and often enough, and see what happens...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 17:16:32
Still, I would have expected self preservation to enter the equation...

Speaking of equations, jokes about Kai aside, the falcons didn't seem at all curious as to WHO might be in that brand new formation coming to trial...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 17:37:10
post audtorium...

"...and here, this is Lizzie getting kicked out of boarding school for the last time."  Henry wore civilian clothing, on the screen, Elizabeth was brutalizing a boy many times her mass.  "She's always had a little bit of a temper."

"How old  was she when that happened?" a Wolverine Naval officer asked.

"Eleven." Henry said.  This was him 'helping' his sister.  The vid had been a hit with his fellow cadets at Blackjack, and many times with some of his fellow Falcons.  "The boy was fourteen and repeating a grade after a year's suspension for bullying at his last school, the Robinson Junior Prep.  Groningen was his 'last chance'...  funny enough, Liz was kicked out for bullying him."

"She...was bullying him?"

"After the fight, she was suspended for two weeks, and when she got back, apparently she was accused of running a campaign of terror on the guy. Last I heard, he is back Fed-side.  You have to remember, that was a few years ago."

"Do you believe the allegation?" someone else asked.

"Not really. Liz is either hot or cold, or at least, that is how I remember her as a child." he explained, "Either she does things all-the-way, or she does not do anything at all.  If she says she will fight and kill anyone who comes to harm you here, that is exactly what she will do...but she did tend to beat both my brother, and my father, when we would play strategy games...and she tended to beat me.  All she needed were the rules and basic moves and she would find ways to either win or make losing so costly to the winner that she might as well have won."

"You told the Jade Falcons all of this?"

"Sure did. you can see how well that worked." Henry said in an ironic tone.  "I've got a kind-of-girlfriend over there, still with them. one of us Blackjack cadets.  Shel isn't really like Liz, but if things were different, they'd get along I think."

He got up from the stool he was using, "So...that's maybe stuff you didn't know about my Sister, now you do."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 12 January 2020, 17:40:50
Evelynn's a much better choice to run a meeting...  :)

And if anyone gets too stuborn, she can offer to postpone things till they can deal with Dutchess Ngo, again. >:D

Though her cybernetics might be freaking the Kobolians hard.

Thought what would Captain Kara Thrace think of Liz Ngo?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 17:43:03
And if anyone gets too stuborn, she can offer to postpone things till they can deal with Dutchess Ngo, again. >:D

Though her cybernetics might be freaking the Kobolians hard.

Thought what would Captain Kara Thrace think of Liz Ngo?

I...don't know! 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 12 January 2020, 17:49:43
Thought what would Captain Kara Thrace think of Liz Ngo?
"I don't remember having a kid..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 19:18:34
Ben-Hoa Military Reservation, 0700 hours, Monday Morning...

These weren't the Lyrans most of the Command Cluster of Beta Galaxy wanted to fight.  The 4th Royal Guards were a House unit, brought in for this trial, and the people they wanted, desperately to humble, were stuck on the sideline, spectators at best, sitting in jump-capable mini-warships, or asteroid bases, or in the viewing room at Vin Drin Lap, or out on the river, tantalizingly within sight, but out of reach.

It wasn't the Fourth Royal Guards, after all, that nuked the better part of a Clan Galaxy in their dropships on the way in, killing comrades without giving them the chance to fight back, using technological superiority to destroy a largely unaware foe with stunning efficiency.

These, were just 'mechwarriors, armor and infantry.

Bravo trinary was a 'mech short, short because Bravo's commander had been given back to his inner sphere family by the Star Colonel.

Lost as Isorla, in a way-a defection back to the Lyrans that as yet stood unavenged.

another insult, another reason this, in the minds of most of the Trueborn warriors in Beta Galaxy, was the wrong foe, for the wrong reasons, in the right place.

The Cluster deployed Nova-cat-style, air-dropping from the dropships to a designated drop zone, bypassing the need for landing-zone security, they were on the offensive, and much of the aerospace had been bid away for both sides.

In a sense, this was a giant game of 'king of the hill', the Jade Falcons would win the trial if they forced the 4th Royal Guards out of the designated trial area, into the waters of either Golden Lake, or the Little Yangtze river that flowed from it.  The northern border of the trial zone was established by the beginning of the uphill run of Highway One, and the remains of the pre-2729 monorail system going down to the Dinh Diep Valley, which formed the western edge.  They also won if they inflicted more than seventy percent casualties on the Lyran unit, or if they secured and gained control of the eleven range control buildings scattered throughout the area.

The Lyrans won if they were able to force the Falcon units into the same water bodies, or if they destroyed over fifty percent of the Falcon units, or if they managed to maintain control of over half of the facilities for seventy two hours.

and, of course, either side could declare forfeit at any time, halting the battle to hand victory to the other.

These were not the enemies the Falcons wanted to fight, but they would do as a substitute.




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 20:01:06
For those playing at home...

Lay out 27 mapsheets in a rough square.  along the south and East edge of the field, three hexes of water, with a patch at the southeast corner six hexes across and water depth goes 1, 1,12, 120. along the water hexes on the southern edge.  Golden Lake, and the Little Yangtze, are deep.

Along the Northern edge, elevations go 2/12/200/1000, this is the base of the Ia Drang Plateau.  seen from the ground, it's an almost sheer walled table mesa standing nearly two kilometers at its lowest point, the size of Kansas and Nebraska combined.

along the western edge, are rolling hills edging into a series of sharp elevations at each end.

for the rest of the maps, rolling hills with forest and heavy woods maps, interspersed with various clearings ranging from three to six hexes wide, and cut with roads. 

Positioned on each map, are 'headquarters' bunkers-really just range control buildings being used as objectives.

The Inner Sphere player may preposition his forces however he likes at the beginning of the scenario.  The Clan player will be dropping his or her forces in any order or fashion he or she deems most useful, but the scenario begins with at least 50% of the Lyran forces being hidden (See: Hidden Units).

Victory Conditions:

for each Inner Sphere unit forced to retreat off the map: 10 points to the Clanners.  (Ditto the other way)

Each of the seven Range Control buildings counts as 50 points at the end of the scenario.

Forced retreat: Lyrans are forced to retreat at 70% of units knocked out or destroyed, a forced retreat counts as an automatic victory for the clans.
Clan units are forced to retreat at 50% of units knocked out, and a forced retreat counts as a victory for the Inner Sphere.

Auto-Eject is considered 'on' for both sides.

Tables:

Inner sphere/4th Royal guards roll on "A" table for 3055-3057. 
Jade Falcons roll equipment on the "A" table.

Pilot gunnery ranges are per unit designation, Beta Galaxy is a Clan Veteran unit with some Elite pilots.
Clan unit is running one 'mech short in the Beta second Trinary, which is a primarily freeborn unit with Trueborn Elemental support, operating as a nova Sweep. (No units in Beta Trinary with a ground speed of less than 6.)

4th Royal Guards have exactly four Elite pilots in the command company, the rest are rolled normally on the veteran/elite table.

special rules:

Beta Galaxy specialized in fast moving, mobile warfare.  Their Second Trinary had an additional specialty in physical attacks due to the number of 'Blackjack kids' in that unit's battlemech component. the command binary for Beta is well led and makes use of intelligence and scouting information, instead of relying on their superior piloting/gunnery or technology.  Nathan Roshak has a command console in his Summoner, and makes effective use of it, and the commanders of his subordinate Trinaries also make use of Command Consoles.  (these 'mechs should be designated during play and clearly marked, as they ARE legitimate priority targets!)

this gives the jade falcon force a 3 pip bonus to initiative for each individual trinary, and a one pip additional bonus since Roshak is on the field coordinating his troops.

There is also a star of Naga prime in the field, attached to a binary of light recon 'mechs in Third Trinary.

Fourth Trinary are a heavier unit, comprised of 5/8 heavy 'mechs armed in assault configurations.

Trinary 5th is primarily aerospace, mostly medium to heavy fighters.


4th Royal Guards 'mech regiment is pretty standard for a 'mech regiment, but leans toward fast heavies with one company of lighter/medium weight 'mechs.  This unit is unusual in that it fields a full company of Inner Sphere Battle Armor with APC transport.  (Use GDL standard)

General Russell also uses a command console in his modified Warhammer, operating with an intelligence/communication section utilizing a mobile Headquarters vehicle with full comm gear. 

Each company commander in the 4th Royal guards also has a command console.

HQ battalion:
Company A is linked with C3
Company B is also linked with C3
Company C is ALSO linked with C3



The 4th Royal Guards have one Battery of self-propelled artillery, and has the support of an Aerospace Wing of fighters, (use 3025 to 3055 tables).

Notably, Lizzie's ideas about standardized equipment are NOT in use with the 4th Royal guards. go crazy, lots of different types, mix and match, whatever.  it's all expensive, high quality gear, much of it is brand new, but it's got the 'inner sphere problem' of having 46 designs to fill a 36'mech battalion.

For those who don't want to play this out:  The 4th Royal Guards got their collective asses kicked, but did a fair amount of damage before losing the last objective.

needless to say, Elizabeth was fit to be tied when she was informed, tearing eleven stitches and nearly injuring herself even more severely.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 12 January 2020, 20:03:58
Quote
It wasn't the Fourth Royal Guards, after all, that nuked the better part of a Clan Galaxy in their dropships on the way in, killing comrades without giving them the chance to fight back, using technological superiority to destroy a largely unaware foe with stunning efficiency.

... Clanners have no sense of irony, do they ...

Edit: odd: the only time I’ve ever seen Clanners use a Command Console was the Red Corsair’s Battlemaster, and she basically used it as a Dual Cockpit, letting her ‘bondsman’ use the guns while she piloted (as part of her sick brainwashing game). I thought they didn’t believe in it, the same way they don’t use C3 equipment: takes away from the glorious 1:1 zelbriggen bullshit.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 20:31:48
Hue, Jade Falcon Enclave, Kowloon...

The evacuation of civilians was permitted, and announcements went up.  What Morgan Icaza found surprising, was how few areas of the city were emptying out.

a stop at a bookseller's on Tanadi Avenue revealed a copy-recently bound-of Nicholas Kerensky's 'The Way of the Clans: Regulation for the advancement of society'.  It was not an edition published in Clan space, but a copy that must have been downloaded from the Ophidian.  The binding was...hasty, and the paper somewhat low quality compared to older volumes for sale here.

"Excuse me, Proprietor, where was this printed?" he asked.

The man at the counter was proud to show the Clan warrior his printer and binding machine.

"How well is this selling?" Morgan  asked, curiously.

"Very well." the man said, "for the cost of printing it is the most profitable book this year.  I will be leaving soon-as soon as my paper stock runs out, or the Printer breaks."

"Why?"

"Unlike the social democrats who are buying this book, I am a capitalist." the man shrugged, "I don't want to live under your laws.  come sunset on Friday, my family and I will be boarding a boat at the wharf, and heading back down river to New Saigon.  I have already sent my wife and children ahead with my brother in law."

"Interesting, you say all of that to me, without fear." Morgan noted.

the man shrugged. "Want a printing press?"

Morgan laughed, "I would rather have the publisher than the equipment." he said, "but you are leaving when we take full possession of the city."

"You will find someone, your book specifically says so." the man said with a cheerful glitter in his eye.  "I assure you, this shop will be here for whomever you find to fill it. I, on the other hand, will retire in two years to an island paradise on the Western ocean, drink fruity alcohol and sun and surf and fish.  There is no retirement in the Clan system."

Morgan gave the man some Clan Scrip, and purchased a handful of books that were not authored by Nicholas Kerensky, then headed down the avenue.

The proprietor of an automotive repair shop was loading boxes of tools into the rear of a van.  That man looked at him with unguarded hostility while a woman with a noisy baby tried to get the mechanic focused on loading what looked like the entire tools of his trade.

The emotions were unguarded here.  Those that were leaving, and those that welcomed the Clan way, none hid how they felt as he walked down the avenue, and Morgan Icaza briefly speculated this was what it must have been like in the dawn of the golden Century, before the Watch, before the Wolverine betrayal.

He stopped at a shop-front cafe that was already displaying Jade Falcon banners.  The tea was excellent, and the food smelled wonderful.  The hostess was friendly and worked hard to be understood in english.  He noted a copy of the same book he saw at the booksellers, but translated to Vietnamese.

it stood like an idol at the end of the counter, reminding him that the Clans were not hated everywhere.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 20:50:18
Jade Falcon headquarters area, Falcon Base Hue, Kowloon, later...

"I imagine you have seen what I have seen." Morgan Icaza said, "you would not be making that face if you had not."

"Most of the productive population is leaving." Nathan Roshak said, "taking full advantage of the deadline, but leaving the city.  Technicians, merchants-this is a disaster waiting to happen."

Morgan shrugged, "We aren't universally hated.  I had a delightful lunch on Tanadi avenue."

"Mama Choi's?" Nathan asked.

"Yes. it was."

"Did you ask what they were using for meat?" Nathan asked.

"No, not really." Morgan said, "No upset stomach, so unless it was human, I really do not care."

"Probably for the best." Nathan said, "but I am going to have to assign health inspections. That shop has skated numerous times on the record for health code violations, using dog-meat, cat-meat, even rat-meat to cut costs."

"So they are resourceful." Morgan shrugged.  "Local sympathizers that are useful and resourceful are a good thing."

"The wrong people are leaving." the Star Colonel said.  he laid a book on the table.  "THis is everywhere."

"I met the printer." Morgan said, "He is leaving as well."

"What has me concerned, Morgan, is that the people who read this book.  The ones with the wit to understand and implement the system are heading to the river, or up the highways, the people left behind...not so much with the wits or understanding. I suspect once our control is fully established, we will have to embark on a campaign of education that would make the purges of the early days of the Clan look like a simple questionaire-we are going to have problems-not rebels problems, but 'staying functional' problems."

"We have retained most of the civil servants." Morgan noted, "Aside from a shortage of fire department and police."

"Because most of the cops and firefighters, most of the emergency first responders are taking boats north or the highway south, Morgan, with your publisher, most of the small businesses..."

"The Merchant Administrator the Khan is sending should be able to handle that." Morgan speculated, "And the Clan Police trinary that is coming with him...our job is to fight for the Clan, to allocate approvals.  Let the Lower Castemen handle the rest."

"Do you really believe that will work, quineg?"

"Neg.  But it is the answer you will get from the Khan and the Clan Council."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 12 January 2020, 21:17:53
That last exchange- in some ways, they aren't too different from perceptive Inner Sphere Officers. They can look and make ideas, but the Brass had made it's decisions, and they have to implement.

Often poorly.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 21:18:11
I'm a little surprised Liz didn't dial up Victor and put a bullet through her skull on camera, with orders to kill every clanner within reach on her death already given to Evelynn...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 21:30:01
Nha Tranh General Hospital, room 214.

"Duchess? your eleven o'clock is here." Nick said it formally, and Elizabeth looked up from her laptop, and nodded, signing a welcome to the man who walked in.

she signed again, and Nick obediently stated, "She wishes to know if you would like a drink, or a seat?"

"I know ASL, Nick." General McEvedy stated.  Liz signed something else to the Cylon, who nodded and left her alone with the Wolverine officer.

"That was a remarkably dirty trick you pulled, getting the First Prince to negotiate for a delayed hand-off and an amnesty period." he said, "you were right, most of the productive population of Hue are moving out of the city in droves, like sailors abandoning a sinking ship."

she nodded vigorously. I know my people, they don't.

"I can see you do."

Will your people find the accomodations adequate? she signed.

"The Embassy site you gave us is...I am concerned about the security of your people, putting us in the Capital..."

she rolled her eyes.  Business is business.  You want tooling and equipment, it was the capital, or Camp John, and nobody likes living in Camp John.  You've got your cut-outs to shake pursuers? nobody tracking you back to your bolthole, right?

"We do.  YOU are less safe."

WE will be better prepared. My engineers have already worked out improved manufacturing designs for the improved PPC design you gave the Star League, and we've gotten some ideas on a smaller, compact, extended-range model-less heat, less damage, but no minimum range and it will fit even a very light vehicle.  Want the drawings?

"How good is it?" he asked.

Theoretically same range bands as a Star League Extended Range model, damage output looks a little better than a Medium laser, but the mass is only 3 tons using common materials. she shrugged, It might be a good retro-retro-fit to those nippy little viper fighters the Kobol people are using.

"I'll take those specs if you're offering, my engineering people can probably improve on them."

she struggled a smile, revealing the wires holding her jaw together and the surgical implants replacing the teeth broken out in her fight with Harper.

she popped out a thumb-drive and handed it to him.

"How is Star Captain Harper?" he asked.

She must be brain-damaged. she immediately demanded asylum and insists she wants to defect to the reborn star league.  I pawned her off on Katherine. Liz signed, seemed to soften the blow of having her favorite ground unit get reamed by the ****** Falcons-she got a pet clanner out of it.  she paused.  Roshak, from what I understand, was calling Evvie on the green phone for hours over that one.

"Not you?"

he visited me personally. Left those- she indicated a stand of native flowers.  I don't think he knows those taste really good when they reach fruiting stage.

"Flowers?"

she shrugged, Must be a Clanner thing. she spread her hands I don't know.  Henry thinks it's weird, Daffy thought it was funny.

"I will confirm, then, there is nothing we know of among the Jade Falcons that involves such gifts." he said, "Or 'get well' cards..."

she snorted, dunno then.  The guy is like, what, ten years older than me? not a clue what he's thinking. he used Harper as an excuse, but wanted to talk about other stuff.  books, theories of human development and society.

"The kind of thing you're interested in." McEvedy observed.

Right, weirdo stuff. she closed her eyes and dropped back, He saw me pitch another fit. stood right there, by the door, waited for the seizures to settle before saying good night.  she shook her head.  dude looked positively un-happy. doesn't make sense.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 12 January 2020, 21:43:46
Something I've been meaning to ask... are a majority of Kowloonese Hmong/Montagnard?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 12 January 2020, 21:50:07
So when do we get to see the 171st's trip to avenge Kentares?

You CAN'T drop that tidbit with no follow-up  >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 21:55:05
So when do we get to see the 171st's trip to avenge Kentares?

You CAN'T drop that tidbit with no follow-up  >:D

it. Ended. Badly.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 January 2020, 22:49:10
Eight

it all slides together, when you have enough information.  Sharon Boomer let the Hybrid send the files unlocked by John for Simon on the original Hybrid research.  Gina New Circe added those files to the information from the memory banks and dissection of Testbed One, and slipped them through the commnet to Sharon Republic, the Sharons republic, who added their own information garnered from study of Neurohelmets and interface designs captured from Inner Sphere pirates, along with the interfacing tech from Cy-Lon Technologies' partnership via Sharon Kowloon-110, Sharon Tharkad, Sharon Arc-Royal, and Sharon-Metis/Sharon Sol.

They had a picture of what needed to be done, but it was incomplete.

The neural degradation problem could be solved, but it would require advanced biological science of the genetic sort, combined with an understanding of retroviruses and human genetics.  The best source for that, is in Clan space.

There were/are no Sharons in Clan Space.  Still, enough material was available, and enough of the preliminary work was complete, to bring it to the Sixes.

Gina Inviere, passed the same packets from New Circe to Gina Republic, who passed them to Gina Belter, Gina Rockjack, Gina Fedcom.  Gina Fedcom, passed it to Gina Luthien and Gina Luthien passed it to Gina Rassalhague. Gina Rassalhague accessed locked files on the Comstar server, and deep-dove into the data stores kept in the buffers of the Star League Comnet.

Star League Comnet Gina was an expanded consciousness, John would be envious.  she followed paths along the routing, finding the remnant pathing while Marthe Pryde watched the meeting on Kowloon.  through the comm system on the Falcon's Pride she worked her way into the Clan comnet, and from there, into the chatterweb.

Old research papers dotted the Scientist Caste areas.  she matched formats, and slipped some of the less damning material through, concealing it as an alternate take on EI research and computer sciences.

then, subtly, she linked the responses to a message board inhabited by Scientists with handles like 'Frankenstein' and 'D0kter_Moreau'-geneticists covertly working on advanced genetic tailoring that was beyond what the Clans had already done to themselves.

The crossreferences to man/machine interface research, generated new material.  'fringe' science work.  she learned new words, like 'genecaste'.

the more secretive files she hacked into were added to her collection marked 'Manei Domini'.

so many conspiracies. 

she slid effortlessly past their security, mimicking the packets, releasing tailored data rodents and cleverly concealed worms.

There is no cure, but there is a fix.

she compiled the fix, passing it to the Threes for review to assure it would slip past human prejudices.

as they carried Elizabeth Ngo to the base hospital on Kiribati Island, the final step was debated among the  four Models.  2, 3, 6, and 8, and among the Centurions.  The debate took years relative time, but in objective time, it took minutes.

Humans like to believe they found the answer themselves. it is a drive. the Threes agreed.  They passed this nugget of wisdom to the rest.

a human needs to discover this, and believe they did it on their own. we need someone dedicatedly researching this, whom has at least considered some of the necessary approaches...

So very many conspiracies.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 12 January 2020, 23:00:44
So many ways that research can go... from curing Liz to rediscovering Resurrection.

I expected it to have from the teaser... but if you have time it would make a great short.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: werehawk on 12 January 2020, 23:09:19
I wonder if Liz has any clue as to the sheer effect she has had on the Cylons she has been associating with. They seem to have literally imprinted on her. Talk about charisma...

Also the intra Cylon model network is probably giving the Cavils ulcers...

 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 12 January 2020, 23:58:18
I wonder if Liz has any clue as to the sheer effect she has had on the Cylons she has been associating with. They seem to have literally imprinted on her. Talk about charisma...

Also the intra Cylon model network is probably giving the Cavils ulcers...

It's interesting that Cavil actually contributed to it. He was the one who gave them the Hybrid research. I'm not sure based on the post if he knew that they were getting it, but he at the very least put it where Boomer could get it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 13 January 2020, 01:23:59
That last exchange- in some ways, they aren't too different from perceptive Inner Sphere Officers. They can look and make ideas, but the Brass had made it's decisions, and they have to implement.

Often poorly.
the difference is that in the clan system, those officers don't have to worry about non-military issues until they reach the level of being or working directly for a Khan as staff.

while in the inner sphere system those officers usually are, or quickly end up as, nobility who are expected to manage their civilian holdings full time when their time in service ends, and at least part time while in service.

while in practice the IS officers aren't much better, they are in theory supposed to be at least conversant with such social and economic issues, and be able to give advice and make decisions to deal with them. which is something clan warriors can't do.
one of the many flaws in the clan system compared to the IS. none of the ruling caste have any clue how to actually manage their society, and the castes that do have a clue don't have any power to affect other castes to address systemic issues crossing multiple castes.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: drakensis on 13 January 2020, 01:59:32
she reached to her briefcase, and held the document up, "Because of this, I will do this thing. Some burdens do follow from one generation to the next.  The last time the 171st took the field, it was violating the orders of the Archon, they waged war in reply to Shiro Kurita's attempted genocide at Kentares IV, because they believed in this. They rode to the aid of an enemy state, to stop a genocide, and they almost made it. how could I do less?  especially with so many more 'honorable' others refusing even to look or consider?"
I suspect you mean Jinjiro. The only Shiro Kurita who springs to mind was the 24th century founder of the Combine.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 02:33:36
May 20, Tukayyid Day, 3056, Nha Tranh, Kowloon...

Morning Ritual: Elizabeth wakes up after four hours of sleep, check.  she rinses her mouth out with a harsh cleansing compound, shower, hair dry and comb. Check.  Logs onto the Kowloon network, begins catching up on reports in her underwear and a terrycloth robe, while the coffee pot starts the cycle of grinding beans, forcing them into the boiling water vessel, and from the boiler into the carafe at exactly 105 degrees Celsius. Check.  a timer begins as heat is vented to bring the brew to safe temperature. check.

She checks the sports page, noting professional trades and trends in the Rugby, Futbol, and Gridiron (Sheliak style Football) leagues.  spends five minutes on sports news, turns to the business pages. Feeds from DBS, CBC and SLN.  five minutes on the tech development pages.  this is usually accompanied by handwritten notes on the notepad for reference.

Alarm goes off, the coffee is now ready.  She lingers for exactly three minutes before getting up.  the first cup she always forgets next to the refrigerator.

Take pills, use autoinjector.  Prescriptions done for at least six hours.

begins making breakfast.  This varies considerably, but always includes 'prescribed' foods.  Her days of running a full day on half of a cold bagel are gone.  The collection of injuries from seizures and one memorable fight have put the nails in that hand.  while eating breakfast, she  scrolls through messages and updates.  she makes notes here, too-but these are electronic notes forwarded immediately to government departments or company employees whose job is to read those notes, and either make a decision, perform an action, or add them to a project's data-base.

This goes on until noon, with a lunch break-at which point, she remembers the coffee cup left standing on the counter next to the refrigerator.

She always makes the same face, tasting the cold coffee, pours it out, and pours a fresh cup from the carafe.

shower again. this time, she shaves her legs, and prepares her 'Duchess suit', her closet is loaded with seven identical versions in black, with white blouses of silk.  The wool is uncomfortable by design.  Every Noble does something to stand out from their subjects.  Most choose a Uniform, or ornate formal wear.  Elizabeth stands out from both other Nobles, and her subjects by dressing uncomfortably, in thick, black wool in late summer, over a crisp white shirt or blouse.  Unadorned except for a single splash of color, usually a neckerchief, scarf, or pocket handkerchief.

Her choice of either pants, or skirt, is likewise calculated.  This time, depending on how many times she cut herself shaving her legs with the razor.  too many times, and it is black slacks of thick, heavy wool, if the cuts aren't too obvious, she will wear a skirt to get some relief from the heat.

The heels in the closet are for truly formal occasions.  Like the flats, they are black, common leather waxed and polished to a mirror finish.  she maintains this by paying someone else to do the shoe-shines at the office. 

sixty percent of the time, it is an older human who lost his legs in the war of '39.  Twenty percent of the time, it is a teenaged boy from up the street, the same boy who washes her car.  (this will end, once he is of age to enter the military.  In six years, there have been four people cycled through in such a manner. Two of them girls.) The remaining twenty percent of the time, she will find someone else, often a retail employee at one of the hundreds of small shops in Nha Tranh.

Dressed, crisp, and clean, she finally speaks out loud.  "Jack! Nick! time for work guys!!"

and we disengage from the charging and maintenance bench, to relieve the silent watch team that has managed external security while our Duchess has had her private time.

For the rest of the day, deep into the night, we are all three on duty.  She is on duty as Duchess and as Corporate Chairman.  we take care of her.

we are her carers.  for the time she must be in public, dealing with meetings and people, and policy, we secure her body, watch over her, and support her interests.

when she has a seizure, we turn her into the safe position if she hasn't gotten there on her own, we clean up her vomit, listen to her agonized screams, interpret her visions-and this last task, we share with the Twos and the Sixes.  we are her Carers, her acolytes, and her high priests, though she is neither a god, nor goddess, nor even prophet.

we know there is nothing supernatural about her, she knows it too. 

but dammit, she's ours.  She should have been born a Cylon.

Today is Tukayyid day.  May 20th. Our duchess will visit the Comstar compound, she will make a fat donation marked 'For the Comguards'.  she will shake the hand of the lunatic tech-priests who run that place, and she will smile and tell them we are not devices, but people, and deserve to be treated as such.

She will give thanks for Focht, she will send a message to somewhere random, a greeting to a stranger, with a smaller donation in C-bills.  she uses a random number generator for this, and the cost of the transmission she will cover from her personal funds.  a shout to strangers to appreciate the world and live.

It always makes me sad, she urges others to make the most of their lives, to look beyond...and she hides the loneliness.  we see it, we see everything, her brittle relationships with even her closest associates.  we see her with her defenses down.  We hear her nightmares, her fears, and her guilt.  all of the things she hides from everyone.  Today, is the one day she lets any of that out-to strangers, because she has to maintain image, the aura of untouchability, especially among her people, her employees, and her close associates.

We see it all, how she shies from human contact. 

if she were a Cylon, she would not suffer so much for doing that.  She is mortal, and she is dying, and she desperately wants to pretend she can make it so that she will not be mourned when she passes.

She will be.

not just by us.  But we will mourn her the way she needs-by learning and understanding her example.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 13 January 2020, 02:46:08
 :'( :'(
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 03:30:21
Tukayyid day, Hue, Kowloon...

I am cursed.  not what you want to hear from a commanding officer.  I am cursed.  It began not too long ago. one of those almost-periphery rocks, a man who fought when he should have surrendered.  I saw his face, and for the first time in my existence, at twenty years old, I truly saw him.

I have reached a pinnacle in my career as a Trueborn few manage, just short of a Khan, command of a Galaxy, genuine power within the Clan.

even now, seven years after the fact, I envy a man I never spoke to before killing him.

I believe in the Crusade.  It is my upbringing, my culture, my identity.  The restoration of the Star League, the great Return.  this is probably where I differ from my Trothkin.  I am willing to have any Star League, as long as it is stable.  even one that must, by its nature, resist the Clan.

It is the unity, the stability that made the Star League great.  for a time, all too short a time, mankind's war making nature was kept to a tiny mumble instead of a full-throated roar.

I have learned to face my own hypocrisy through this Crusade, come to understand it, to accept it as hypocrisy.  window dressing to hide what is truly vital.

I can not fully speak my thoughts, even to my closest friend, Morgan.  even he, as strangely deviant as he is, would turn on me for the thoughts I have.  I certainly cannot tell my Khan, or my SaKhan of these revelations.  They began on Tukayyid.

seeing the men I killed as men, as human beings, even (and this is truly heretical among Trueborn Warriors) as my potential equals.   I can never speak these words.

My time here is teaching me many valuable lessons.  to be interested in, much less aware of, Economics is akin to being chalcas, for a Warrior.  Deviant.  to compound this with an understanding of how free people are different from those whom are not free? absolute violation.

I know that the system we have, is broken, I have seen for myself what free men do if they can leave an oppressive regime. 

They Leave.  and when they leave, the ones who stay are often the least equipped to keep a system like ours afloat.  The simple solution, the solution among the Clans, is to fence them in, to strip them of their humanity, to make them a part of the facilities, equipment, real-estate. 

I am a poor administrator as a warrior, because I refuse to do this.

Sooner or later, the Clan Council will notice this.  I have no plan for what to do, when they do.  where can I go, and still be close to that which I envied on that distant world?  I know her flaws, and for some demented reason, I find myself insisting she can be fixed.

This is not healthy.  I have not found the desire to couple since the day I met her in person.

She despises what I am, what my culture is...and I can not find it in me to despise her in turn.

she can never know.  founder! she can never know, it would make me even less in her eyes.  I must play the role, the honorable warrior, the honored adversary, plotting to extend her life for as long as possible, so that I can resolve these alien feelings.

I must play the honorable enemy, to preserve this Star League as well.  By being here, pressure is maintained, they have a threat at their throat, one they can not easily shake, for the House Lords have their concepts of Honor as well.

I play a role, I play the game. 

I think Morgan suspects.  I think he has doubts as well.  can I trust him?

I do not know, and that is also killing me.  I envy Harper.  She found the conviction to walk away in a hospital bed.  once she could walk and stand and talk again, she left the Clan, betrayed her upbringing, abandoned her culture.  she crossed the aisle.

I allowed Henry to return to his people, and called it a lost contest in my report-the boy is with her, the set is matched, together.  If I face him in battle at some point, I know I will lose.  I am remarkably fine with that.  He is my greatest personal success. an honorable man willing to follow his conscience, but a fierce warrior of great talent and innate skill. 

why am I so weak I can not do the same?

I need resolve.  where is my moral courage?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 03:54:11
May 20, Tukayyid Day, FCS Katrina Steiner, Nashan-RX79 Steiner class Cruiser...

Katrina is an excellent student.  Her vanity is almost Clan-like, but she listens when I speak, and that makes her an adequate student.  She makes her own decisions, though, based on solid principles, and while they are not always in accord to my suggestions, she has been building a remarkable record of being right.

Our patrol has brought us to this place.  we have our targets, our mission, and it is a moral target, and a moral mission.  We strike at the people I grew up with, the deluded, insane people I grew up with, emulated, wanted to be.

AFter our victory, my shipmates will celebrate, my Admiral, who could barely spell 'Kearney Fuchida' last year, will be celebrated as the genius she has the potential to be...and I will mourn my success.

I will mourn the necessity of it, the deaths it causes, the lives we will snuff out, lives that could have been so much more than the weaponized children of a madman and his cult.

Tonight, as we prepare for our deployment, I will visit the small chapel room.  I will pray that the victory is swift, that the foe, the Clans are unprepared for us, that they die swiftly and cleanly.  and tomorrow night, after we have struck them, after the soldiers go to the planet's surface, and after they have destroyed the garrison, I will be in the lounge, drinking whiskey with the celebrants.

Mourning the necessity of the battle, and celebrating the victory with the rest of them.

and maybe, at some point in that drunken haze, I will feel less like the monster enough to feel human.

who am I kidding? we will strike them, the plan is good, the soldiers ready...and I will never feel human again, knowing that somewhere, someone has been marked for death for who their ancestors were related to.  Knowing that the followers of Aleksandr Kerensky have fallen so far as to become nothing but the enemy of everything they celebrate.  Irredeemable, as I am irredeemable.

When the Clans have fallen, and I stand on the ashes of Strana Mechty, I have saved one round for the last monster left.  I will save that round until that day, for it is marked with the name of the last monster, the last one that must be killed to balance the scales.

it says 'Dorothea Harper'.
for I have become the abyss,
and there is no salvation for me.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 13 January 2020, 04:14:28
Very dark introspective stuff you have written for Roshak and Harper.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 13 January 2020, 04:54:14
Harper needs more than just surgery to fix what Liz did to her...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 13 January 2020, 05:07:35
it. Ended. Badly.

Badly for whom?

And, badly for the time period, or badly compared to what happens to people that angry Kowloonese get their hands on?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 05:35:34
New Circe...

I still can't process what the Captain did.  I have her documentation, the ship's complete logs, the data they salvaged from the alien ship, the materials she relied on to do this.

Everything.

and I can't process it.  Hell, I can't even understand enough of it to really understand what she was doing.  The cadaver is her, but it isn't.  the cells are laced with structures that don't fit, linked to the viral nodules of the remnant virus, which are, for some reason I can't understand, still dormant, non replicating.

Trinh's baffled too, but she's more focused on the Captain's state of mind.  She thinks the aliens might have done some kind of remnant whoo-doo.

what she did, it changed the structure of her brain in fundamental ways, that's what the medical people tell me.  as our resident 'super-advanced artificial intelligence wizard', they've got me working on this.

The problem is, I don't comprehend what she did, or how she did it.

I know what the result is, Tyrol explained to me about Cylon Hybrids, Inviere gave me a brief on the Farms, and D'Anna?  she gave me the dirty details about their experimentation up to about the point her access was cut off from both experiments,  and results.

****** me if it doesn't solve the super-jump problem though.  at least, one-way.  two-way could be tricky, finding people willing to be turned into a one-shot navigation console could be even trickier.

I don't understand.  and when I don't understand, I retreat until I do.  my only company for the last couple of months has been Chloe.

yeah the nerd is spending time with his virtual girlfriend.  yay, go me.

I'm so screwed up they probably don't have a name for it.

meanwhile, I've got analysis going on the alien material the Captain immersed herself in when she plugged into the ship.  The stuff is...weird. mostly metallic laced proteins, strange chains that shouldn't be self-sustaining.

"jason, take a shower." Chloe tells me.

"Why?"

"You're stinkng up my deck, and you've stopped taking care of yourself.  now take a shower!"

so I take the shower.

the problem just circles the drain in my head.  I don't understand what she did, or why she did it.  There's the mission reason, but that doesn't fit.

"Clean Clothes, Jason, closet.  Wear the cargo pants, the illusivia tee-shirt, and your leather belt.  there is a pair of matching socks in the third drawer, and the sneakers, not the boots."

"What?"

"You're going out. I've arranged it." she tells me, "you've been shipboard for three months in dock. You're going out for the evening."

"And if I don't?"

"I know how to lock your porn collection. go out, be with people." Chloe tells me, "I arranged this, you're going on a date, I expect you to be charming, suave, and the Jason I know." Chloe stated, "you need a human touch in your life right now.  Tickets to the show are in the mailbox folder."

"are you...dumping me?"

"No. I'm getting you laid. I expect you to show her a good time, now hurry up, she's almost at the airlock, I want to hear all about it when you get back."

My relationships are so damned screwed up.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 13 January 2020, 05:44:05
  Well, at least Chloe is looking out for him — including being a good wing-bot — instead of being jealous and clingy.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 13 January 2020, 07:48:37
I am seeing that he will be the one, possibly, to "discover" the way to say the mind of Liz.
The date could be one of the Cylon Six models, gives him the idea over chit-chat to research the idea of mind-machine interface.
Just..maybe...I could be right.... >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 13 January 2020, 12:43:09
Kowloon

Back in his university days Marcus Thorpe had often responded to questions about why he had chosen to major in the history of Ancient Terra that if you don't know where you come from how do you know where you're going? Certainly his studies in that field had proven more relevant to a career in the Naval Intelligence branch of the New Circe armed forces than people might have thought, even putting aside the serendipity of already being able to speak a smattering of Ancient Greek when a bunch of refugees turned up that spoke it as their mother-tongue.

History was fundamentally just a story, with the caveat that good history should be objectively true, and if you wanted to get people to listen and learn tell it like a story. For the sake of maintaining the attention of your audience being entertaining was a good idea, and that might involve adding some subjective spin on events, but if you had to completely twist the truth you had crossed the line from history to outright propaganda and at that point you were no longer a historian you were a con-artist.

Commander Marcus Thorpe wasn't a con-artist, but he did know how to tell a story.

"So after Operation Klondike in 2822 the clans settled down in the Pentagon Worlds, started to rebuild their militaries and economies and absorbed the civilian populations there into the clan social structure" he told the lecture hall filled with Inner Sphere military personnel, civilian dignitaries and a few members of the press. "As you are probably aware the clans have a caste system, these castes being; Warrior, Scientist, Technician, Merchant and Laborer" he continued, "with the Warrior caste holding the reins of power" he noted.

Thorpe folded his hands behind his back and started pacing in front of the currently blank projection screen at the front of the hall. "How restrictive the boundaries are between castes varies between clans, some being more restrictive, others less, although almost invariably movement downwards out of the Warrior caste is inordinately more common than the reverse" he said. "The ruling elites really like being the ruling elites on top, even when they aren't called Baron, or Shogun or whatever, so they're naturally loathe to share power with the poor schmucks further down the ladder" he observed wryly. "The difference between the clan caste system and much of the Inner Sphere is that at least around here not all the people on top of the ladder got together and systematically took away half the rungs to stop anyone else ever climbing it" he said to a satisfying round of laughter from the crowd.

"There was however one clan that excepted itself from this rigid structure and allowed its population considerably freer social mobility, including upwards into the Warrior caste" Thorpe told his audience. "I won't explicitly say what it was but I will give you a clue that it rhymes with 'Pulverine'," he joked to more laughter, "and yes to save time in the question-and-answer session later pulverine is a real word" he informed them with a suitably serious expression.

"I didn't believe him either, but it's in the dictionary" Captain Martin Ferry of the Zughoffer Weir called out from the back to yet more laughter. Thorpe had warmed the crowd up nicely, Ferry thought to himself.

Thorpe waited until the crowd quieted down a little before continuing again. "Unfortunately for this anonymous clan the others didn't like that about them. Also they really didn't like the fact that this bunch of unruly radicals, misguided anarchists who held the weird belief that people not wearing a neurohelmet had rights too, proceeded to spend the founding years of the clans knocking seven shades of 'quiaff' out of the others at trial after trial."

"Go Pulverines!" Ferry called out. There was a reason so many in the SLDF Navy regarded him as having missed his true calling as a comedian, if not necessarily a successful one.

"You know how the clans have a predilection of single-combat, treating battlemech fights as though they were between armoured knights in days of yore?" Thorpe queried, rolling his eyes dramatically to show his derision. "Well you see these 'Pulverines' were different, they liked themselves some combined-arms warfare and they never quite got over the feeling that fair fights are for suckers" he observed with a smile. "Needless to say their way got results!"

Thorpe looked around the room. "Do you see all see the problem here for the clans?" he asked rhetorically. "The least clan-like of them is the one that seems to be getting the best results on the battlefield, and then even worse these malcontents start coming up with things like this" he said, nodding to someone at the back of the room who turned down the lights and turned on the overhead projector.

"This is the Enhanced Extended-Range Particle Projector Cannon" Thorpe announced, pointing at the image now showing up on the screen. "It provides a twenty-percent increase in firepower over the original Star-League ERPPC while generating no more waste heat than its predecessor" he said. "Back in the early 2820's it was bleeding-edge technology and is the direct ancestor of the Clan ERPPC fielded by the folks that have been stomping you the last few years" he told the audience.

"Next slide please" Thorpe requested and the image changed to a picture of a large battlemech not familiar to the Inner Sphere. "This is the Pulverizer battlemech circa 2823, and before you ask no I don't mean 'Wolverizer' that joke is shelved for now" he introduced the machine. "While the other clans were still fielding old Star-League designs ours was starting to churn out brand-new mechs armed with brand-new weapons like the E-ERPPC and they were the ones getting stomped as a result" he proudly declared before his expression became more sober. "That was perhaps our greatest mistake" he continued sadly, "we were showing up the flaws in clan society by seemingly proving our way worked better" Thorpe continued. "Nicholas Kerensky, self appointed ilKhan, had been looking for a clan to make an example of to encourage the others and it was our very success that put us squarely at the top of his shit-list."

Commander Marcus Thorpe shrugged. "If you come back after lunch I'll tell you the story of the Wolverine Annihilation but before we go there's one last thing I'd like to show you" he said, signalling for another slide to be projected. "Many of you will recognise this as a Mercury battlemech, it was a late Star-League design notable for having a modular system to facilitate maintenance and repairs" he explained. "What less of you may know is that the Mercury represents the first evolutionary step towards the modern clan omnimech types, with this being generally regarded as the very first of them" he continued as an image of another mech appeared next to the Mercury. "That there is a Coyotl omnimech, put into service by Clan Coyote in 2854, and if you ask the clans they'll point to it as one of the crown jewels of their 'Golden Century' of technological advancement."

Thorpe smirked. "What they won't mention is this" he said as the image of the Coyotl slid away from that of the Mercury on the screen leaving a gap between them which was then filled by another mech. "That is a Mercury II battlemech put into production by Clan Wolverine in 2823" he announced. "And no that's not a mistake by the projectionist, it really does look exactly like the Coyotl" he said. "Uncanny coincidence don't you think?" he asked sardonically. "And on that bombshell it's time for lunch" he announced as the lights came up again.

"Incidentally, does anyone in the room happen to know a really good lawyer that specialises in patent infringement?" Captain Ferry called out loudly as people started getting out of their chairs. "Just a random question you understand, no particular reason for asking" he said as deadpan as he could before peals of laughter started echoing around the building.
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 13 January 2020, 13:20:49
the irony of the mechanical cylon brain being the "human touch" he needs to fix his social life.
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Post by: JA Baker on 13 January 2020, 13:56:58
Just wait until she finds a way to upload herself into a bio-body (once she's figured out which one he likes best)...
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Post by: Sharpnel on 13 January 2020, 14:05:15
You cna never wrong a Gina or Sharon.
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Post by: gladius on 13 January 2020, 15:40:40
Kowloon

"Incidentally, does anyone in the room happen to know a really good lawyer that specialises in patent infringement?" Captain Ferry called out loudly as people started getting out of their chairs. "Just a random question you understand, no particular reason for asking" he said as deadpan as he could before peals of laughter started echoing around the building.
You’ve been waiting a while to use that scene, haven’t you, given your sig ... ;)
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Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 15:42:14
ClanNet HPG routing, Hue to Wotan...

Marthe Pryde looked irritated.  "You know I gave you that assignment as punishment, quiaff?"

"It is still the assignment you gave me." Star Colonel Nathan Roshak, now-governor of Hue, commanding what is probably the best trained and most expensive Solahma/PGC force in the Clan, replied.  "The names on the list, none of them are in critical positions, three are considered to be...'discredited', all are under investigation by the Clan Watch for possible treasonous ideas.  I can put them to use in ways that possibly benefit the Clan, while their executions for no doubt treasonous activities will only cost the clan."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Collateral.  the precedent was set, I can effectively compel them to accept the result of a Trial.  I intend to use that obtain one of their little jump-capable shuttles, along with technical manuals and tools.  In order to get the Duchess to play along, I must have stakes of value in return.  Our medical sciences are envied by the Spheroids with good reason. a few scientists who would not otherwise contribute much, or be missed, versus a massive advantage over other Clans on the Grand council?  Secondarily, it gives us the chance to place spies and ears inside to gain the information by stealth, if we are unable to gain it by legitimate trial, and I can use some of the names on the list to secure other assets among the spheroids."

"So, let me see if I understand this correctly.  You want to bet fifteen scientists..."

"Dissident scientists, known troublemakers, with barely adequate performance." he added helpfully.

"Against a...they call them 'Raptor'?"

"Or a Heavy Raider, I would prefer the Heavy Raider, it is more advanced, but the Raptors are locally produced." Nathan urged, "and closer to the technologies the Clan already has."

"Making a smoother transition-aff...I see your thinking."

"It is win-win for us. if by some diseased miracle the Kowloonese Lyrans win a trial, they are burdened with underperforming dissidents we would otherwise have to execute anyway, those problems become their problem.  If we win, we gain one of the keystone technologies in their defensive security and the means to devise a counter to it, as well as gaining the ability to replicate and improve on it."

"Authorized." the Khan said, "I see no reason to waste effort on dissidents if they can be put to immediate use.  You will have the scientist caste on your list by the end of the month.  Honor thy Clan."

"Seyla."

she cut the connectino on her end.

I have no intention of winning.  The list of suspect Scientists had come from his Watch Contact.  There was enough evidence of conspiracy among them that the only thing delaying their executions, for pursuing forbidden knowledge, was bureaucratic inertia.

Fifteen brilliant minds would be saved, and Nathan knew where they would go, once he lost the trial.  He had seen the plaque in Elizabeth's pet project, the University.  A place for the education of a civilian populace.

"We have lost so much we do not have words for what we have forgotten.  This must never happen again."

he stood up, left the secure comm room, and announced "Good News, Morgan, we are gaining scientists!"
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Post by: croaker on 13 January 2020, 15:48:11
Sneaky sneaky, Nathan Roshak. We'll make a businessman out of you yet.
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Post by: Hotpoint on 13 January 2020, 15:49:25
You’ve been waiting a while to use that scene, haven’t you, given your sig ... ;)

Even longer than the "Clan Pulverine", "Wolverizer battlemech" joke.  ;D
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Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 16:53:32
Ben Hoa National Training Center, Golden Lake district Northwest...

Six weeks ago, Ricky Randall couldn't spell Enfilade, Defilade, or suppression fire.  Henry watched the trainees on a monitor.  The Simulators were a condolence gift for the 4th Royals losing Hue.

Today, Ricky Randall was piloting a simulated light 'mech as a simulated lance leader, and doing passably well-according to the AFFC officers sent to run the training ground.

To Henry, the kid was making basic mistakes, underutilizing a simpler machine than the real thing, and glory-hounding.

but the kid at least knew what enfilading fire meant.

Henry Ngo sipped hot coffee, supervising 'his' students.  Elizabeth put him here, because he was still listed as a security risk on AFFC's boards, but Ben Hoa was a partially funded institution, meaning that Liz had some discretionary authority-enough to get her 'mechwarrior brother a job training anyone who could pass the initial exam.

Going from a Freebirth Ristar in one of the most conservative Clans to a technically civilian instructor working under contract to the AFFC was maybe a step down, and just across the River, Shelby would be pretty much enraged that he accepted it, but...

"check your clock, Randall." he said.

...but it meant being home, having some time with his sister, making amends for his mistake.

For Shelby, going home meant going back to the occupied zone, and family meant visiting graves of people killed in uprisings against the Clan Occupation.  This put a permanent barrier between them now.  Henry went back across the aisle.  Shelby? the only way she'd cross the aisle now, is in a bodybag.

"remember not to skyline yourself, Cho." he said, "use your sensors and your mobility, you're a recon lance."

In Henry's view, none of these kids would be ready by next week when they  were supposed to start qualification on the training-mod version of the Enfield.

Lizzie's work, that.  Two seat cockpit, the ammo replaced by 'paint' rounds and the lasers de-tuned to the point they might work as heavy, hot-running TAG systems.

Perfect for training rank amatuers, provided the kids show they can keep it upright in normal motion in simulators.

of this crop of kids, Cadet Recruit Randall was probably the only one Henry was sure would learn the job to an acceptable level.  he down-checked the young man's sim grade, and made notes on what to chew the kid out for when the run is done.

Train Hard, and the fight goes easy.

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Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 18:07:43
SLDF (In Exile) Intelligence listening post, Nha Tranh, Kowloon...

"what is his plan? because that load of felgerkarb he just sold his Khan isn't it."

"What do you mean?"

"He's getting a shipment of dissidents, and claims to be using them as collateral for a Raptor...and he sold it."  Thorpe froze the signal intercept, "he was up to something with the Hue thing, and he sold that, too, and he can't be that stupid."

"Why?"

"because Russell's plan to contest that 'trial' was brilliant, and he turned it sideways and shoved it up the FedCom's ass." Thorpe answered.  "This guy isn't stupid, so why would he offer them something disproportional?  why would he insist on using Dissidents?"

"I don't know, it might have something to do with why he's keeping his border open.  Clan enclaves usually slam the doors shut to keep their people in, and Falcons are among the more ardent about doing it, but I just drove from New Saigon to Vin Drin Lap.  there's a guard-point, and there was a point of Clan infantry manning it, but they were just waving the through-traffic through.  same thing for the Ia Drang to Nha Tranh route up Highway One."

Lt. Else Oxenstierna reached into her motorcycle leathers, "Got some great pics of Ole Beta Galaxy doing manuevers in the lowlands, but aside from safety signs and a couple traffic monitors... There's a lot of empty real estate in Hue proper, but I didn't even get stopped for a papers check."

Thorpe frowned.  "That isn't normal." he said.  "What do we really know about this guy Roshak?"

"We know what the locals know-mostly.  Seven years ago he was a diamond-studded dildo of a Crusader, killed three men in his initial trial of position, a handful of rising star moments in interclan Trials, fought his way onto the first wave of Operation Revival, stellar record against the Spheroids, real nightmare fuel stuff, was on Tukayyid, came back, and kicked the dogsnot out of Clan Wolf for two years, weird stuff includes declining nomination to fill the empty SaKhan seat when Malthus was killed, There was damned little discussion when he reconfigured Beta Galaxy by mixing Freebirth and tinspawn in the same units, and before the mission here, he liked to collect cast-offs from other units...and you can see it yourself.  Guy has a hot-line straight to the current Falcon Khan."

Thorpe looked at the known manning.  "More than half his subordinates are...were, over thirty." he said.  "That's not normal for a front-line Galaxy command. ******. we're dealing with an intellectual."

"Jade Falcons aren't exactly a great breeding ground for deep thinkers." Else noted, adjusting her blouse and taking her seat at the console.  "Means he's got to be devious as ****** to rise in the ranks that high."

"but his behavior since doesn't square with that."  Thorpe said, "or does it?"

"Think he thinks we're listening?" Else asked.

Thorpe thought about it. "no." he said, "I think he thinks we're trying to spy on him, sure, that's common sense..." there was something nagging at the back of his mind.  german armaments...  it was slippery, hard to latch on to...

"What if it's exactly what it looks like?" Else asked.

click.  "sweet jesus.  He's going to throw that trial if she lets him." He turned to the Lieutenant, "He's pulling a Schindler."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 18:31:30
Nha Tranh University, May 30, 3056...

The campus was open.  Liz walked onto the grounds escorted by Nick and Jack, the land-lady surveying her pet project.

By 'open', quite literally.  Campus police could only act if someone actually broke a law, and anyone, as in anyone at all, living on kowloon can walk in, and take a class by paying a small fee at the Campus Registrar, or visit the site.

Even Clanners.

"I'm here." she said.

Nathan Roshak looked up from where he was reading a book from the direct-to-hardcopy library press.  He closed The Rights of Man and stood, "Lovely facility" he said, "You want to know why I wanted to meet you here, quiaff?"

"YES." she leaned forward, sneering.

"Well, I have a little wager." he said, "you will, I think, appreciate the irony.  Your medical department is...dated.  I happen to have a group of scientists and researchers coming to Hue."

"What, you want to brag?" she demanded.

"No.  I propose this: If you are willing to put up stakes, we can trial, and you can try to take them from me. Now, naturally, if I win, I want something from you."

"like what?"

"Oh, one of those nippy little Raptors, the ones with the interstellar capability and the jump drive, a selection of depot-level maintenance tools and manuals." he said brightly, "So, what do you say? willing to follow my Clan's 'stupid, stupid rituals' one more time, or did I scare you off with my success in claiming Hue?" He folded his hands over the book, looking down at her expectantly.

"How many scientists?" she asked.

"Fifteen." he told her, "Fifteen Scientist Caste, for...say...your university? versus one shuttle you practically use as a flying jeep."

"I don't traffic in human beings." she said.

"It isn't 'trafficking' if you set them free immediately." he reasoned back at her, "just think about it. You do not have to answer immediately, they will not be available until the middle of next month."
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Post by: gladius on 13 January 2020, 19:37:03
“That’s still people trafficking. I don’t have enough years left that I can afford to spend any in jail.”
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Post by: Daryk on 13 January 2020, 19:46:39
My thoughts exactly... I think she has solid reasons to say no, and exactly zero reasons to ask Victor for a different answer...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 20:02:55
Elizabeth House, Marjorie Hills development, Kowloon, 20:00 hours...

"Your Grace?" Jack asked.

"what is it Jack?"

"the offer from Nathan Roshak." he said.

"I'm not going to reward-"

"I think you should take it."  the Cylon told her, "Actually, to be completely honest, most of the Centurions think you should."

she looked up from her work, "What?"

"Nick and I polled the Centurions on Kowloon.  We presented recordings of your conversation, voice stress analysis and body language, and cross referenced with the Library system." he said.  "Billy Butcher, one of ours assigned to border watch, asked a simple question, which we considered based on your prior policies and actions."

"Uh, huh...what was the question?" she asked.

"he asked 'What happens to those scientists if she does not? will they not continue as chattel property?'."

"So...that meant you collectively polled each other, and decided i should do it?"

"Yes.  If you win, NathanRoshak loses fifteen scientists with no gain to himself. If you lose, we lose a Raptor.  in a prisoner rescue or slave liberation, it is a relatively small asset to lose compared even to a hostage rescue of one person, according to accepted human practice with human troops and one or more hostages.  Failure is, of course, always possible in such missions.  the risks here, are roughly balanced but can be influenced to favor your success, in which case, you will have freed fifteen humans from chattel slavery.  If you let us handle the fight, you lose no lives.  we lose a few chassis that can be replaced from stockpiles."

"that's...pretty cold blooded, Jack." she said, "You said yourself that you're equipped to feel pain, and dying isn't pleasant I imagine, even when it's temporary."

"There is a ninety percent chance he will insist on human personnel in any case, but...the enemy does not see us as people." Jack said, "they will assume we are equipment, and without restrictions on equipment..."

"No, absolutely not." Elizabeth said, "even if I took his offer, throwing anyone into a grinder as 'gear' is not an option." 

"it is logical." Jack stated, "And I know a dozen Centurions who would go right now."

"Jack, it's...where are you getting these ideas?"

"watching you."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 20:14:16
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Post by: gladius on 13 January 2020, 20:25:54
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Post by: JA Baker on 13 January 2020, 20:28:53
And Tex has said he doesn't want to become Canon...
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Post by: Daryk on 13 January 2020, 20:40:17
Liz is holding firm, but I suspect her Centurions will sway her in the end...
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 13 January 2020, 21:57:11
would one of these scientists happen to have the lab-name "balzac" (https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Etienne)? even if not, it sounds like that group of scientists are definitely Society members..
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Post by: Cannonshop on 13 January 2020, 23:49:41
Hue Spaceport, June 12, 3056...

Nathan ordered the lockdown of the enclave at midnight, halting all traffic along Highway One until the dropship bringing the Scientists had landed.  A General Curfew was enabled greatly by sounding the air raid sirens, such drills having been a steady feature on Kowloon for, at this point, generations, the populace were well-drilled in seeking the disaster shelters and getting off the streets, even when the city was in Elizabeth's hands.

The fifteen Scientist Caste prisoners, apprehended by the Watch nearly nine months ago, were offloaded under close guard, and brought directly to the Headquarters site while blindfolded.

He lined them up in a room swept for listening devices and secured against remote means.

Then he removed the hoods from each of them in turn.

"Congratulations ladies and gentlemen, you are not here to be executed for attempted treason..."  he trooped the line, "Or actual treason, or sedition..." he paused, "Or trading legacies illegally, eh Balzac?"

Formerly 'Scientist General' Etienne stiffened at the sound of his Labname.  "no, none of you are going to be executed, nor will you be sterilized and...how did she put it, Morgan?"

"Sterilized and worked to death, OvKhan."

"Right...right. yeah, that is not going to be what happens to you." Nathan stated, "You see, well, you can not see from here...but right down the highway, about two hundred kilometers away, is an institution.  one that has, as one of its stated reasons to exist, academic and scientific freedom. No 'Warrior caste' to keep any of you in check.  South of here, along Highway Thirty one, is a community inhabited, and run by, self-willed artificial intelligences.  Sounds like crazy speculative fiction, quiaff?" He grinned brightly, "They have granted these things citizenship and rights."

Nathan stopped his trooping, turned, and faced the scientists with his hands clasped behind his back, "This place is a gold mine and though not one of you deserves it, I have managed to arrange to bring you all here.  Every one of you should be grateful, I have saved you from the bullet or worse.  I have seen the files confiscated from your little, secret, stashes...each, and every one of you.  Gynoids, really richard?  attempting to replicate the 21b social control virus, Ellen?  your secret sibkos, Etienne?  I have all the files.  at my finger tips. and now, because of me, you all get to live."

"What do you want?"

"Well, while you are with me, I want serious work done on reversing or repairing the damage caused by Progressive Inherited Degenerative Neural Sheath Syndrome, also known as Cholmann's syndrome, in payment for that, you can work on whatever your demented little hearts want to.  But this may be a short term employment, because the real reason you are here, is as collateral for a trial, which if successful, will give Hector there, all the work he will ever want to have in terms of establishing how a certain device works, and by 'how' I must make myself absolutely clear-the reason we have one tiny enclave here, is my remarkable cleverness.  They have a point-to-point drive small enough to fit in a fifty ton shuttle, that can survive repeated operations in atmosphere and gravity wells, a gravity-well immune jumpship drive, that they demonstrated on us, artificial gravity plating powerful enough to generate one full gee and compact enough to fit in the same fifty ton vessel. I intend to make a try for a working example with manuals, for you to tear apart, Hector, old buddy...and we are going to be old buddies.  YOur alternative if I lose this, is working in an underfunded university teaching civilian students how to be engineers...in an environment that specifies academic freedom to research whatever you want."

"In simplest terms, you're all being exiled here, whether exiled here to work directly for me, or exiled here to be dumped on the unsuspecting barbarians of the Inner Sphere, it will be exile...not execution.  but there is a price, as the merchant said."

"What price?"

"I will want progress reports, information, you will be working for me as your watch contact and handler, once in the hands of the Spheroids, you will dig for their technical secrets, influence their students, and engage in espionage for the interclan watch. you will not have to do this disagreeable thing for me, if we obtain the Raptor, in which case, those of you in genetic or life sciences will make great strides in curing one of the eight incurables...or you will have a disagreeable meeting with a bullet."
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 14 January 2020, 00:06:35
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attempting to replicate the 21b social control virus, Ellen?
well, i suspect that if/when the scientists end up working for Kowloon, one will quickly be rearrested.
(edit: this was the virus that caused the Arluna Flu, the one that the Wolverines were panicking over after learning about it, and which the Cylons contacted Kowloon over to ensure the known (future) source was destroyed)
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Post by: Silverbullet on 14 January 2020, 01:22:31
Hey Gynoids are a cultural treasure! Ask any Diana, Gina, or Sharon!
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Post by: croaker on 14 January 2020, 01:23:25
"So. It is time for us to set the terms of the trial, Madam Ngo."

"Of course, Nathan Roshak.Now, you insisted on a martial contest for the last trial. For this one... we are discussing scientists and technology, not conquest, here. I believe a more... intellectual... contest, would be appropriate. Do you play Go?"
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Post by: Cannonshop on 14 January 2020, 11:39:57
Kowloon: Expanding Burden.

The negotiation took months.  Not for Nathan Roshak's trial, but to deal with something else.

"You will have to deal with his challenge soon, Your Grace."  Nick told her.

"I know." Liz said, "expiration date, I know."

"Not that." he said, "your trip to Tharkad, your expanded responsibilities, planning how to carry them out.  You have little time for distractions."

Elizabeth sucked on a clove, and looked over the Archon's command.

well, Archon-Prince.  Victor was the Archon now.  Melissa officially stepped down in his favor this week.

HIS first act was to offer her the option of either falling into line with the Militia Acts, or accepting the role of Theater Margrave and becoming responsible for the protection of nearly a dozen nearby worlds, paying half the cost to arm, equip, and train the self-defense forces and provide a "Kowloon Theater Militia" covering the expense of twelve RCT-sized formations.

Half of that cost would be carried by the AFFC, but she had to fund the other half, either locally through taxation, or out of pocket.  Ten of those worlds couldn't have supported a battalion without collapsing their already fragile economies.

"The...runt...wants to break me." Liz said, "or his advisors do.  These balance sheets are a mess, there is so much red ink here that shouldn't be, I'm wondering if he's hoping I break out the stakes and a postholer.  It'll take a ****** lifetime to clean out the dead-weight and get this mess in order."

"But you think it can be done?"

Liz nodded. "Yeah. I think so. done and under budget...christ. this is a ****** mess...Jack, bring me the green phone, I might as well get this over with-now that I've got legal cover to do it."

"Roshak?"

"Well..." she looked up, tired, "it's three AM Hue local time, so it should be inconvenient for him, at least." she gave a nasty, petty smile, "I bet he's sleeping."

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Post by: Cannonshop on 14 January 2020, 11:56:56
Hue, 03:01 local time.

"So...what can I do for you, Duchess?" Nathan Roshak had, in fact, not been sleeping. 

"Stenka-na-Stenku"  Liz's voice said, "Bare Knuckle group boxing. you're familiar with the sport?"

"More like a riot. the teams meet in lines and punch until one side gives in." he said, "A brutal sport, I am very familiar with it."

"Good."

"Ahem, you have Cylons, they are armored."

"I have Cylon citizens who aren't armored also...and you have trueborn ELEMENTALS." she said, "We'll make a party out of it, food, drinks, outdoors. if you have enough guys, we can do it in three heats, one point per win.  Winner is the side with the most points."

"I will bid my Elementals away, if you bid your Centurions away." he suggested, "or we can have them run a bonus round for a separate prize?"

"What kind of prize?"

"One reasonable request, it must be something the loser can fulfill, that does not damage their security." Nathan said, "A request of a personal nature, that can be fulfilled without impeding either of us in performance of their duty, but may be embarrassing or present some social discomfort."

"Something humiliating, in other words."

"Yes."

"you're on.  Saturday afternoon at Dim Lap?"

Nathan checked his map.  Dim Lap village straddled the border in the north, along Highway One.  "Aff, Dim Lap will be quite acceptable. Let us discuss force sizes..."
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Post by: worktroll on 14 January 2020, 13:09:58
I can see where Nathan is going with that ...
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 14 January 2020, 14:10:11
well, Archon-Prince.  Victor was the Archon now.  Melissa officially stepped down in his favor this week.

HIS first act was to offer her the option of either falling into line with the Militia Acts, or accepting the role of Theater Margrave and becoming responsible for the protection of nearly a dozen nearby worlds, paying half the cost to arm, equip, and train the self-defense forces and provide a "Kowloon Theater Militia" covering the expense of twelve RCT-sized formations.

Half of that cost would be carried by the AFFC, but she had to fund the other half, either locally through taxation, or out of pocket.  Ten of those worlds couldn't have supported a battalion without collapsing their already fragile economies.

"The...runt...wants to break me." Liz said, "or his advisors do.  These balance sheets are a mess, there is so much red ink here that shouldn't be, I'm wondering if he's hoping I break out the stakes and a postholer.  It'll take a ****** lifetime to clean out the dead-weight and get this mess in order."

"But you think it can be done?"

Liz nodded. "Yeah. I think so. done and under budget...christ. this is a ****** mess...Jack, bring me the green phone, I might as well get this over with-now that I've got legal cover to do it."

Given Melissa is probably one of those advisers?  I think in part Victor seen what she could get for her budget, and is looking to see her clear out the deadwood and inefficiencies.  Even if the AFFC half is the battlemech regiments and Kowloon raising most of the conventional forces?

Hell, I can see DefHes designing a conventional fusion engine replacement for the Patton/Rommel to market as the main battle tank/local air defense/artillery track for AFFC armor formations such as those part of RCTs.

I can see where Nathan is going with that ...
David Attenborough voice over: "And here we have the courting display of the Jade Falcon Trueborn Warrior..."  ;)
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Post by: JA Baker on 14 January 2020, 15:31:28
David Attenborough voice over: "And here we have the courting display of the Jade Falcon Trueborn Warrior..."  ;)
It's telling that I automatically read that in his voice
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 14 January 2020, 15:42:44
Given Melissa is probably one of those advisers?  I think in part Victor seen what she could get for her budget, and is looking to see her clear out the deadwood and inefficiencies.  Even if the AFFC half is the battlemech regiments and Kowloon raising most of the conventional forces?
not to mention i bet that Victor knows that the dirty dealing of the sort Condit was doing is common out in the periphery districts of the fedcom, and is hoping she and her intel teams will help clean it up.
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Post by: Silverbullet on 14 January 2020, 15:50:32
Hasn't her brother told her of Nathan's crush on her. That'll be a fun conversation.
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Post by: Daryk on 14 January 2020, 17:12:13
It's about time Liz got some more responsibility... too bad she's falling for Roshak's nonsense...
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Post by: croaker on 14 January 2020, 18:21:13
It's about time Liz got some more responsibility... too bad she's falling for Roshak's nonsense...

Rooting for Archonette Ngo, here. :)
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 14 January 2020, 20:08:17
Rooting for Archonette Ngo, here. :)
  Sounds nice in theory, but that path led to a civil war in at least one timeline, thanks mainly to the mental defects of the Steiner-Davion in charge, and it majorly contributed to the outright secession of the plague worlds in the Arluna Flu timeline(s) as well.  She’s achieved all that she has by being honest and efficient, two things that are alien and anathema to the graft and peculation that are the lifeblood of most of the Lyran nobility, and her rivals have refined chopping down tall poppies to an art-form.
  Rather than counting on a constant stream of golden eggs from Kowloon to keep the books balanced, what Vic really needs to do is find a way of implementing a Ngo-style reform across the entire FedCom.  But there are just too many vested interests and too much deadwood for that to happen — you’d simply have too much pushback from Cicinnatus-style groups or ‘Heimdall’ or ‘loyalists’ to make any real headway.
  Hell, LaRue’s shenanigans aside, I’m surprised some ‘patriot’ hasn’t already tried to ‘bring Ngo to heel’ ‘in the name of the Archon(-Prince)’.  Her way of doing business is death on the established business-practices of at least 80% of the biggest ‘loyal servants of Tharkad’.
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 14 January 2020, 20:28:53
that's why i figure him giving her the whole region to manage is him wanting her to cut out that deadweight. then he can point to the Kowloon region of the Lyran state as an example of good management and start working on reforms across the lyran and davion states using policies she proved work.
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 14 January 2020, 22:17:50
that's why i figure him giving her the whole region to manage is him wanting her to cut out that deadweight. then he can point to the Kowloon region of the Lyran state as an example of good management and start working on reforms across the lyran and davion states using policies she proved work.
  It’s a wonderful ideal to work towards, but I think you miss my point.  Victor can campaign for reform all he likes, Liz can be his shining example of the benefits of integrity and good management, but in the end they’re both trying to fix a system that will actively resist being fixed, because too many people with too much power will profit too much by keeping it busted and will lose too much if it gets fixed.
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Post by: LordsFire on 14 January 2020, 22:38:11
  It’s a wonderful ideal to work towards, but I think you miss my point.  Victor can campaign for reform all he likes, Liz can be his shining example of the benefits of integrity and good management, but in the end they’re both trying to fix a system that will actively resist being fixed, because too many people with too much power will profit too much by keeping it busted and will lose too much if it gets fixed.

Painful fact of life there. Humans aren't basically good, we're basically conflicted between good and evil, and when you have enough power to start protecting yourself from the consequences of your actions, the reward stimulus for being selfishly evil becomes harder to resist.

When the person in power didn't just seek it out for selfish reasons in the first place.
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Post by: monbvol on 14 January 2020, 22:52:15
There are two other factors at play as well.

1.  What works for Kowloon may not work for many other worlds.

2.  Even when making the smart moves the economy has a nasty tendency of not always working as intended by introducing different problems.  Especially if you rush it.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 14 January 2020, 22:58:10
Dim Lap Village, Highway One, Kowloon...

Well, the weather was nice-if you like forty degrees celsius with 110% humidity under a double sun.  'seriousness' is a relative concept.  Binary command and Trinary Sweep, (aka the command binary and the second Trinary) of Beta Galaxy were very serious, even solemn about it on arrival, only to find circus tents, a beer-garden drinking area, children playing in a supervised artificial lagoon just off the river, rope swings, and barbecue puts going with live music.

and a circus.

well, live entertainments, anyway.

"I believe she is not taking this matter seriously, quineg?"  Morgan Icaza noted.

"oh, I am certain she is serious about not taking it seriously." Nathan replied, "our best counter, is to enjoy ourselves in spite of her implied insult, it will drive the little harridan up a wall. besides, a little break from the drudgery is good."

he stopped the column at the border.  "Listen up, warriors.  they are attempting a psychological operation, they believe by treating this as a...circus, a non-serious situation, that they will inflame or enrage you into doing something stupid.  Duchess Ngo does not respect the Clans as anything more than over-serious, humorless, walking killing machines.  In her eyes, you are less human than the Cylons, yes, this in front of you is a provocation, intended to taunt you into doing something that will give an excuse for retaliation.  an attempt to get you to do something that will bring dishonor on the clan by exposing civilians to unplanned, uncontrolled violence on our part.  The warrior that falls for this trap, will answer to me.  You are ordered to enjoy a good time.  be friendly, charming, engaging.  confine the violence to the trial floor.  she thinks you are sour, humorless, joyless oafs.  you are ordered to correct that impression.  They want to make this a party, we will party harder than they can even concieve. Am I understood?"

over the channel, the response was positive.

"alright, Let's go show them a good time."

"you really think that will work? Ordering the warriors to have a good time?" Morgan asked on a subchannel.

"it better. you saw the trap here, we both did, an overreaction here will only make the Clans as a whole, our whole culture, look like a negative stereotype."

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Post by: Trace Coburn on 15 January 2020, 00:16:16
  Cue the soundtrack by Andrew W.K....
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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 00:25:26
Mid Day

"It's TIME!!"  Elizabeth announced, standing on a stepladder in the middle of the contest field.  She wore her typical black suit.  Nathan walked over, the three-step put her at eye level.

"Duchess." he said.  According to the rules of the contest, the fighters had to strip to the waist to prove nobody was wearing padding.

"Well, almost time." she amended. "gotta let the spectators get in place. Your guys ready?"

"We are." he said.

she did a quick head-count.  "alright, my first heat's almost ready."  she stepped down off the stool, and began taking her jacket off.

"um, what are you doing?" Nathan asked.

"I make it a rule not to ask anyone to do something I'm not willing to do if I'm able." she told him, handing her suit jacket and tie to one of her Cylons.

"You can not be serious, my 'team' are warriors." he said.

"I order people into battle, If I'm not willing to fight, what good am I?" she asked, unbuttoning her blouse.  "Hmmm?"

she stripped the blouse off to a few scattered cheers from the audience. 

"But...your dignity-you're not-"

she took her bra off. and motioned for her team to line up.  "Get in position, Nathan Roshak." she said, "I might lose this heat, but I'm damned if I sit by while my people get hurt."

at this distance, her collection of scars was impressive.  Nathan knew about the gunshot scar-that one had been in her file.  some of the others were clearly things not discussed where the Watch could find them.

"I have reach on you." he said.

"I have tenacity." she said.

He shook his head, "Star captain Shelby Falcon, swap with me."

"you're putting me in a fight with my brother's Girlfriend??"

"We broke up."

"Yeah, I get that!"

The signal, and the fight began.

The thing about bare-knuckle boxing, is that you can't put as much force into the punch, not because of what it does to your opponent-but rather, what the lack of gloves or hand protection does to your hand.

In the interstellar recognized (and often illegal in more sensible places) sport of Stenka na Stenku (a sport first evolved in medieval russia), kicks are also not allowed.  The League is mostly recognized in the Rassalhague and Tamar regions, or on worlds with large russian presence, but it is a fairly popular 'blue collar' sport (if you can call it that) along the Periphery.

it is a team sport.  even numbers of combatants are ranked against each other, as combatants fall, they are disqualified, and their opponent can then (by the RULES) join in to assist the teammate to one side or the other.   this continues until one team or the other gives up, or until one side has had all participants knocked out of the fight.

Shelby was finding her opponent, the Duchess of Kowloon, remarkably hard to knock down considering the smaller, civilian woman was smaller, and a civilian.

it was a bit like discovering the weakling does not feel pain, and doesn't understand that full-strength punches can break finger bones-when the smaller woman's punches landed, they really hurt.

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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 00:34:01
[out of story] Snow's so bad they closed Boeing! I have all night now.[/i]
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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 00:45:28
continued

"you know-" Shelby blocked and deflected another inexpertly thrown punch, only to have a very well placed jab come up under her left breast. "Ugh! He went back for you."

"Funny..." Elizabeth seemed to just absorb the retaliatory blows, not even bothering with blocks. "he almost went back because of you."

Shelby delivered a left hook that rocked elizabeth's stance.  The duchess charged forward, body-slamming into the 'mechwarrior and absorbing the string of blows.  in the temporary clinch, Liz hissed, "I don't get it, the phones work and you never call."

Shelby grabbed her long hair, and pulled her off, temporarily.  "He left me!!"

Liz twisted and kept attacking, "YOU LET HIM!!"

and the two of them were rolling on the ground, all rules out the window.

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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 01:00:59
"Should we break that up and let Her Grace know this heat is over?"  Chief Kam Nguyen asked, helping Nathan to his feet.

"Hm...yes, that may be a good idea...you know, putting those two in the same room might have been a poor idea..." he drew in a breath, "Star Captain SHELBY! front and center!! Disengage!"

both women looked up.

"This phase is over." Nathan said, "go get cleaned up."  He turned to the Chief, "good fight."

"You too, you know each round is punctuated with a drink."

"I am familiar..."

"see you in the beer garden then."

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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 02:10:10
Late evening...

By the end of the Third heat, it was pretty obvious why Elizabeth chose this as the contest.  The sheer amount of alchohol consumed by the contestants was a powerful force multiplier-Clan Warriors might drink in moderation, but fully half the sport is focused around the inter-fight drinking contests, and today was spectacularly warm.

Dehydration and lack of alcohol tolerance crippled the function of the Clan warriors far more than the Kowloonese Marines, resulting in a narrow win in the main trial despite the superior training and physical bodies of the Jade Falcons.

the 'bonus contest', however, went straight to the Jade Falcon side of the ledger.  Morgan Icaza managed to out-punch a Cylon Centurion in the ring, winning back some of the lost honor from the rest losing what amounted to a drunken brawl.

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Post by: ckosacranoid on 15 January 2020, 02:21:04
In some cases this story just gets very silly to say the least. Everyone got to see the success topless now at least.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 03:06:28
Sunday Morning...

"Savashri...what was in that stuff?" Nathan Roshak groaned as daylight streamed through a guesthouse window.

"nmmmph. snake wine, I think..."

He almost leapt out of bed at being answered.

"OH SHIT!!! What happened last night?"  Elizabeth grabbed the sheets and did jump backward.

He looked down to make sure he was intact before answering.  "I forget everything after the bonfire, I swear."

"Did I..? did you?"

"I do not think so..?"

something in her expression changed, and nathan looked down.  parallel scratches down his sides.  "I..."

"oh shit." Elizabeth looked like she was going to throw up, and then, she leaned over and puked into the trashcan.  "oh for ******'s sake.." she moaned, "I did. did we at least use protection?"

bits and pieces started coming together for him.  "I..."

"Oh gawd."

"um, I think it was...memorable?" he asked.

"quit it, you're no good at making nice." she got up.  "I knew the first time was supposed to be awkward but shit. YOU??"

that stopped him mid movement, "That was...you've never coupled before??"

"No, Never." Liz snapped, "No time, right? okay? I've been busy. Jesus christ this is ****** up!!"

"Founders..never?"

"gee, calculate the goddam risks, Roshak! hellooo." she threw a pillow at him, "Pregnancy accelerates the syndrome's progress, ya get pregnant by having sex! Now either remember whether you used protection, or help me find the condom wrapper, you might've just ****** killed me!"

"Almost nobody gets pregnant the first time..."

"yeah? check your language, 'almost'."

He watched her trying to simultaneously search the pile of bedclothes.  then, he laughed.  "Contraceptive Implant."

"What?"

"The Eugenics program is just as concerned about accidents as you are. we all get a contraceptive implant when we contribute a giftake."

she stopped. "What about-"

"that's never an accident, Liz, thus why it is such a big social taboo for a trueborn to breed the natural way-you have to do it deliberately."

she stopped and regarded him.  "You got banged up pretty bad yesterday, I'm surprised you took advantage of me like that."

"I took hardly any injuries at all, this?" he gestured, "and the stripes you left on my back? absolute proof of who took advantage of who here! it feels like you took centimeters of skin off me in matching lines, and..." he pointed at his shoulder, "I can now confirm, you bite."

"uh..huh...shit..." she avoided the trash can and got to her feet.  "doesn't explain why you."

"Ditto." he said.

"Dibs on the first shower." she said, "And I need to brush my teeth.  now I guess I get the experience of the walk of shame."

"This is a compromising situation for both of us." he said.

"Then let's not get weird about it." Liz countered, "they can only blackmail you if you let them...." she reached up and booped his nose as she worked to the hotel room's bathroom, "Next time, we try it sober.  I want to remember it better."


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Post by: Sharpnel on 15 January 2020, 04:07:39
Nathan: So, there is going to be a next time, quiaff?  ;) ;)
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 15 January 2020, 04:23:31
  I’m still hung up on ‘how the hell did he manage to out-punch a killer robot?’  OK, Centurions are more accustomed to using their claws for the whole ‘rip and tear’ shtick, but how the heck do you out-punch something made of metal without breaking your damn hands?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 15 January 2020, 04:48:10
You wrestle it to ground, grab the head and pound it into the ground until it ceases operating.
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Post by: Daryk on 15 January 2020, 04:49:27
An excellent question, as I'm pretty sure wrestling isn't in the rules... also, did Roshak really think she didn't bite?  ::)
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Post by: Sharpnel on 15 January 2020, 04:53:09
Liz only mentioned that there was no kicking in this type of fighting. I figure after that it is basically 'no rules barred' fighting. Is Icaza an Elemental or a Mechwarrior, I seem to have forgotten.
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Post by: Daryk on 15 January 2020, 04:54:27
He's an elemental...
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Post by: Sharpnel on 15 January 2020, 04:57:14
Well, that definitely gave him a better chance of victory.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 07:01:25
Nha Tranh University, School of Medicine...

Dr. Mai Huyn was working.  "no...that approach isn't working." she leaned back in her chair and cursed.

There was someone in her office. "Who the hell are you?"

"Etienne, lab name Balzac-"

"Like the Neurologist?"

The obese man's eye lit up, "You're familiar!"

"Of course I'm familiar with Balzac's work, I'm treating a Cholmann's patient!"  she shoved a pile of papers aside, "Thus far, it's been useless except to tell me what hasn't worked!  There's bloody little record of his clinical research and most of the sod-ridden rotting published work he did is referenced for Neurohelmets, but in his day, he was one of the leading researchers involved in identifying and classifying the syndrome..."

his features lost their glee, "oh...well, this is embarrassing...I'm...this is a place of academic freedom, quiaff?"

and it was her turn to be surprised, "Oh my...you're one of those Clanner scientists, aren't you? you're certainly not what I expected.  You're here, so I assume you've begun putting your research proposals together, and need help getting laboratory equipment?  You'll probably need to see Natalie over in Grants and Funding-"

"is everything here so...chaotic?" he asked, "No assigments, no directives?"

"Well, We all have our duties.  I teach three classes a week this semester for the pre-medical students, and of course I've got the midterms to grade, and naturally, there's my active duty time in the Coast Guard...but yes, in terms of research, you submit your proposal, apply for a budget, and post your results to the Journals along with your methodology.  I suppose you can review other researchers' work and papers...but peer review gets dull."

"is nobody just...given an assignment?"

"We call them 'Graduate Students'." Mai said semi-humorously, "or underclassmen."

"and there are no limits to what can be researched?" he asked.

Mai shrugged, "As long as you publish your methodology and a clear abstract on what you're working on? no, not really.  If you want to keep secrets, now, you're in the wrong place."

This flummoxed him, "ar you serious? no secrecy??"

"Secrecy is the bane of science." Mai said, "You can't do good science if you're afraid of criticism or having your results challenged by other researchers, um what do I call you, do they even have Doctoral degrees in the Clans?"

"So...everything here, is just left out for the general public?? anything can be published?"

"Anything.  expect to be challenged on your results and your hypotheses." Mai told him, "You didn't read the dedication plaque at the entrance to the campus, did you?"

"No.." he confessed.

Mai cleared her throat, "It's something Elizabeth said more than once when she was pushing the conversion of this site into a university. 'We have lost so much knowledge we don't even have names for what has been forgotten-this must never happen again'. She believes it." Mai laid a hand on her terminal, "Case in point, nobody kept your ah..'namesake's' clinical work intact.  What's your field, Etienne?"

"I'm..I was the pre-eminent Geneticist for Clan Jade Falcon, the Scientist General for the Clan.  I'm...really rather disappointed you have not heard of me."

"Your lot don't publish anywhere I would have heard of you." she answered, "The Clans aren't exactly known for their enthusiastic sharing of information.  so are you looking for a chair in the microbiology department?  Bioweapons clean-up?"

"Genetic science is more than making weaponized organisms." he huffed.

"Quite...You don't strike me as being much of a clinician.  More of a Theorist.  I guess that means finding you a lab and a staff.  I'll give Leon a call and he can set you up."

"but you have a case."

"Yes, I am a clinician, and I have a patient, and my patient is dying and I can't seem to find a way to stop that, or even make it less unbearable for her. Now if you will be so kind as to close the door on your way to the Dean's office, I have a powerful lot of work to be do-"

He pushed past her and looked at the charts.  "This." he tapped the chart, "Is my preferred field of study-not even the Coyotes have found a cure for it."


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 07:10:22
[out of story]

Balzac's great flaw (at least in the Sarna Wiki entry) is vanity.  he's just been told in no uncertain terms, that aside from being 'one of those Clanner scientists', he's an unknown, a virtual nobody.  Neither feared, nor respected, nor even disrespected.

I think to a man whose ambitions rose so high in The Society, this would be unbearable to him.  especially because of that.  He's realized that this exile, is effectively being dumped into true obscurity, and that, would be unbearable to him due to his ego.

so naturally, he's going to go for the thing that was hinted at, especially once he was told that there ARE no 'secret projects' at the University to spy on (depriving him of the cache and status as a secret agent.)

But this? this is something he can do to get that status and respect back.  Cure the Incurable, make "Etienne" the sort of name that some future Scientist Caste would choose for a Labname.  better than some half-forgotten obscurity like mere 'Balzac'.
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Post by: qc mech3 on 15 January 2020, 07:45:37
Funny thing for me, Balzac is a renown writer of novels and plays best known for ''the Human Comedy''. I wonder if the writers knew his opus or just chose the name at random.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 15 January 2020, 08:06:33
They want to make this a party, we will party harder than they can even concieve. Am I understood?"
And upon that day was born the mighty Jade Falcon battle-cry, "TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 08:14:08
Ia Drang Aerospace, Ia Drang Plateau...

"...well, you might try just picking one.  That's what she did-"  Brigham Levitt nodded to his assistant, Sharon Cobell. 

"just...any name?"

"Well, as long as you don't mind signing your paycheque with it for the rest of your life." Sharon said, "some of my sisters use Rockjack naming, you know, first name, place of origin, generation and birth order." she said.

"you're a humaniform cylon?" Hector (Wright) asked.

"Yeah." she smiled, "I am. You're one of the scientists whose release was secured down in Dim lap, right?"

"I...suppose so!" He smiled, "Any name though?  How about 'Wright'?"

"Sounds good.  The contract is five years, with a chance at renewal.  The R&D department is actually working new ground, some of the technologies we've developed and gained have applications the Cylons hadn't even considered, as a Research lead, you'll have to manage both theoretical work and interaction with outside scientists, including scientists and researchers working for Clan Wolverine.  I know there's some significant bad blood there, and if you find the interactions uncomfortable, we can put an administrator in the way for you."

"And...limitations?" he asked.

"Well, how good's your imagination?  a lot of the R&D department's budget is predicated on the idea that the R&D team's job isn't to ask 'why', but to ask 'why not', the engineering sub-department then tries to figure out how we can package and sell it as an application.  One of the latest big gigs going is actually based on the Blue Shield system used to protect the crowds on Solaris Seven, Francher thinks he can implement some of the things we're learning about how gravity can be manipulated to interact with the Blue Shield on a compact structure.  We're working that one with the Solaris Games commission and Nashan Enterprises."

"It should have some military application..."

Levitt laughed, "Tell that to the admiralty! hahah. no, until Francher's team has more than some whiteboards full of math and burned up prototypes, the military isn't interested-but some of the commercial shipbuilders are...and of course, the Coasties-but we're their prime contractor for a lot of equipment, and the Coast Guard might not be swimming in funds, but they're also not burdened with a lot of social generals who have ties to big, traditional corporations...now see, here? this is important, it's your benefit packages as contractor...you won't find a better suite of perks temping for anyone but maybe MissLiz herself..."

it wasn't until he was walking out into the light of Kowloon's double suns, that it really sank in for him.  I can go anywhere! the benefits packages and the payment were enticements, because they knew he could go anywhere to work.  No work assignment, no begging a Clan Council for dispensations, no having to manipulate some department head, no fearing for his life for speaking to someone from another Clan.

I can go anywhere I want!!

he paused mid-step.  anywhere I can afford.  But I suspect with my skills and knowledge, I can get that paid for as well.

He didn't need the Society to do it, or ask some geneticist who knew nothing about physics to do it. 

He was free.

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Post by: croaker on 15 January 2020, 09:19:09
it wasn't until he was walking out into the light of Kowloon's double suns, that it really sank in for him.  I can go anywhere! the benefits packages and the payment were enticements, because they knew he could go anywhere to work.  No work assignment, no begging a Clan Council for dispensations, no having to manipulate some department head, no fearing for his life for speaking to someone from another Clan.

I can go anywhere I want!!

he paused mid-step.  anywhere I can afford.  But I suspect with my skills and knowledge, I can get that paid for as well.

He didn't need the Society to do it, or ask some geneticist who knew nothing about physics to do it. 

He was free.

And it was on this day that Nathan Roshak would record the beginning of the end of the Way of the Clans.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 10:46:40
Nha Tranh, Kowloon...

"Margrave Ngo, you can't do this to me!"  Cartier Vincennes, the Duke of Hood IV, was aghast.

"I can, I will." she said, "We can do this the easy way-or, I can ask Generalleutnant Orsini to do it for me.  Your Militia budget will be audited, it will be audited by representatives appointed by me, they will find the waste, the fraud, and the abuse, and then, steps will be taken to remediate that problem, the question is not whether this will happen, the question is how much time I will have to waste before I begin removing the dead weight, dead wood, and corruption in order to facilitate the release of General Orsini's forces for other duties.  The longer it takes, the more likely said audit will be forwarded for action to Lohengrin."

"There is nothing to find!"

She leaped out of her chair, "DO NOT LIE TO ME!!" and grabbed the noble by his lapels, "I know how much it costs to build and maintain a reasonable force, Duke Orsini." she hissed, "I know this, because I have built one.  Your tax base generates eleven point one three trillion Kroner per annum, with a population base of one billion, six hundred million, three hundred and seventy three souls plus or minus fifteen percent at any given time.  I know how much you pay in food importation.  There is no excuse for your world to be unable to field an adequate defensive force up to the bare limit of the Militia Act, yet you struggle to maintain a single battalion of obsolete battlemechs and two battalions of tanks at a readiness level of less than fifty percent, your air wing is pathetic.  and all of this, on a budgeted five percent of your Gross Domestic product after taxation!!"

she released him, and dusted him off, "My military budget, including the Coast Guard and ground forces runs at two percent of Kowloon's collective GDP, Vincennes.  two percent, and our planetary GDP is lower than yours.  so I must ask, where is that money going?"

she folded her arms, "And the follow up questions, of course, are 'who am I going to need to replace?'  would you like to help me, or must I replace you as well?"

"I..."

"We will begin with the audit, after which, comes the reform package-your domestic force will be reviewed by AFFC officers from outside the Theater, in particular, units based on the Arc Royal front, with extensive experience combatting the Clans.  They will make recommendations, you will implement those recommendations, or your replacement will implement them, with a focus on training.  We will then re-tool your 'mech, vehicle, and conventional forces with a systematic focus on standardization and parts commonality, much of what I've seen on your official TO&E will be replaced with new equipment in better condition."

He blinked. This was new.  "New equipment? how will I pay for it!"

"after we have fixed your budget problem, that problem will be solved, in the short term, I am paying for it. Making me, your single largest creditor...you are aware of my attitude toward those who seek to embezzle from me, ja?"

He looked to his feet.

"Ah, what are you looking for?" she asked.

"Sheet plastic." he said nervously.

"Wise.  you understand perfectly. will that be all?"

"Yes Your Grace."

"Dismissed."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 15 January 2020, 10:54:05
"Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself."

In Liz, they're one and the same.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 15 January 2020, 11:25:58
"Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself."

In Liz, they're one and the same.

And Victor is ruthlessly exploiting both to get the Lyran side, of the Commonwealth, particularly the side above the Clan Truce Line, up to snuff for the local militia.

Hmm, what would Liz's feelings be about Omnimechs or Omnitanks?  If for the former you had say one or two main chassis?  Given her heavy tanks, perhaps someone offers a Centurion Omnimech early?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 15 January 2020, 11:28:24
"I know how much it costs to build and maintain a reasonable force, Duke Orsini." she hissed, ...

I presume it's Duke Vincenne or someone got a BIG field promotion. :P
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 15 January 2020, 11:30:04
Quote
"Ah, what are you looking for?" she asked.

"Sheet plastic." he said nervously.

Finally, he grabs a clue. ;)

As for Omnis... there are pros and cons there.

Pro: So long as you have the right modules, it makes a lot of things easy.

Con: If you don't have the right modules...

I recall seeing explicit mention at one point that captured hardware had issues because they couldn't fit things to the omni connectors because the other end wasn't set up for them. (I just forget which end it was....)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 12:01:59
Coast Guard National Laboratories, Spider Moon.

Her lab name had been a joke-a microbiologist who specializes in weaponized viruses isn't going to be popular anywhere but among The Society.  Technically Ellen was a microbiologist in the medical field, and her official duties had been focused on medical applications and antiviral medicines.  Her greatest 'triumph' had come with a cure for an Inner Sphere remnant plague encountered during the first wave of Revival.

but her specialty meant the kind of scrutiny that put her on the Interclan Watch's red-list, and it made her exceedingly unpopular with her fellow Scientist caste.  When Clan Police raided her lab, and arrested her, she had expected death, and wondered who betrayed her, while realizing it was fear of her specialty that motivated the brutality.

That was six months ago, when she had been saddled with the Labname 'Mengele'.

At the moment that the 'trial' was over on Kowloon, she found she had options she never dreamed of, including being free of her Society ties.  That option came from a Silverman Co-op representative accompanied by a woman of such astounding physical perfection that she had to be artificial.  The Gina, a Cylon and one of millions, (or so she claimed), offered Ellen a new life, and a puzzle of astounding complexity, with an audience and society that would reward her for her merit and her work, and respect, rather than suspect, her for her devotion.

on her lab's equipment, she studied a sample brought by courier from the Wolverines.

It was amazingly simple, incredibly complex, and absolutely beautiful in a way that she had never seen, or even seen theorized.

The perfect puzzle, a synthesis of life and machine on a nanoscopic level.  The data they provided, showed that the sample was lethal to the original patient, but there was no reason for it to be.  she passed inquiries.  got the rest of the information.

the patient it was drawn from, had been exposed to the original 21b virus, and somehow, this interacted with that, to kill the survivor.

Ellen had dabbled with the concepts of the 21b virus.  she knew what it had once been concocted to do, and had a fair idea of how it was supposed to do it, what Etienne and the rest did NOT know, was that she had abandoned that angle on her own, because the requirement was simply impossible, first and second, creating such a monster, even if it worked, she could envision the Society using it first on the creators, out of a fairly reasonable fear.

Not like this.  This was...like a synthetic T-cell that can be taught to create mechanical, as well as biological, organs.

"I dub thee..." she prodded it with a nano-laser, and waited.  the coding was imperfect as yet, but the sample began forming neural tissue that was almost, but not quite, identical to mammalian nerve tissues.

she cross-referenced the growing culture with a culture contributed by the Gina.

they were a match.

"Can it be made cross-compatible with human tissue without killing or harming the recipient?"  Gina Spidermoon-110 asked.

"With time and work, I don't see why not-your blood is compatible with human blood." Ellen answered idly, still watching her samples replicate in the clean, vac-isolated incubator.  "your organs are identical copies, only they seem to bypass human rejection spectra. I could probably grow a face for that General Mosovich, eyes...with time.  we have only just found a crude method of utilizing and culturing Liberator."  she turned, "Why did you give me a sample of nerve tissues? was it to see how far my knowledge goes?"

"Something like that."  Gina answered.

"Would it have to do with the dying duchess, then?" Ellen hazarded, "if we can't stop the disease, we can replace the parts, right?"

"You sound doubtful."

"People are more than impulses-even you are." Ellen said, "we can stave off death for a time, but nobody has found a reliable cure for madness or weariness with life."

"how would you know that?"

"The man who taught me my craft, had his testicles removed by order of the Ilkhan." she said, "he was one of the civilians they caught. he was two hundred and six years old when he died...and looked seventy.  I took over his department, one of the lowest priority departments with military application."

"how long ago?"

"It's been sixty years." Ellen told her, "Since I took over.  I'm fortunate, Clan record-keeping is atrocious, managed by half-educated thugs who barely passed their warrior qualifications, Merchants looking for easy cuts to budgets to get out of that office,  or Scientists too focused on inter-caste and inter-Clan politics to bother with a microbiologist who simply keeps her head down and hasn't made a significant discovery in their lifetime. My field and my work terrify them, but me?" she shrugged, "no-one of consequence, or so I thought right before the Clan Police broke my lab door down and arrested me for conspiracy and sedition."

"can you make this work for the Duchess?"

"I told you, it will take time.  do this wrong and you've got a possible super-plague, a theoretical level zero.  I am not those hacks at Tamaron."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 15 January 2020, 12:05:09
I recall seeing explicit mention at one point that captured hardware had issues because they couldn't fit things to the omni connectors because the other end wasn't set up for them. (I just forget which end it was....)
the first gen omni's exported from the Combine didn't have the connector ports to work with Clan weapons pods. First gen omnimechs shipped to the DCMS however did, despite walking off the exact same lines. it understandably was a sore point for the other nations fighting the clans who were buying those first gen omni's.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 15 January 2020, 12:15:57
the first gen omni's exported from the Combine didn't have the connector ports to work with Clan weapons pods. First gen omnimechs shipped to the DCMS however did, despite walking off the exact same lines. it understandably was a sore point for the other nations fighting the clans who were buying those first gen omni's.

Actually I think it was the other way round -- there was a mention in-story that they wanted clan Second-Line weapons because they had standard connectors instead of omni-links, and they could work with those to install them on standard 'mechs.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 15 January 2020, 12:30:24
Finally, he grabs a clue. ;)

As for Omnis... there are pros and cons there.

Pro: So long as you have the right modules, it makes a lot of things easy.

Con: If you don't have the right modules...

I recall seeing explicit mention at one point that captured hardware had issues because they couldn't fit things to the omni connectors because the other end wasn't set up for them. (I just forget which end it was....)

The connectors was the first export run of the Blackjack Omnimech.  LAW sent out ones that weren't compatible with Clan pod, due to 'shortages'. ::)  Ones sent for DCMS service didn't suffer this shortage, and, eventually, a refit kit was available to correct the issue.

In terms of pods?  Well it requires an overhaul and paradigm shift from your supply and repair side.  See, all those 'extra' pods people cry about having to bring with them?  Those aren't extra gear, those are part of your spare/replacement parts.  See if say a LB-10X cannon suffers a fault you are looking at a mech deadlined for hours while techs try to fix or replace it.  With an omni?  Anything that takes more than an hour to fix, yank the whole pod, put a replacement unit in its place, and have the techs work on the cannon while the mech is back in the field.  Then store the repaired cannon in your spare parts storage till it is needed for the next mech.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 15 January 2020, 13:26:48
Svelvik - Free Rasalhague Republic (Clan Wolf Occupation Zone)

Settled by colonists from Terra's Scandinavian region, and a member world of the old Principality of Rasalhague, Svelvik had never exactly appreciated what they saw their centuries-long occupation by the Draconis Combine. As such they had celebrated when the Free Rasalhague Republic declared independence from the Dracs in 3034 and they were still in the process of getting used to their freedom when Clan Wolf arrived in 3050 and they once again found themselves under foreign rule barely a decade-and-a-half after the last time.

They had resisted of course. The militia making a final stand against units of the 11th Wolf Guards at Dawson Bluffs, hoping the terrain would work in their favour, but all too quickly Clan Omnimechs and Elementals had crushed the defenders of Svelvik.

And so the population once again belatedly got used to outsiders telling them what to do in a foreign accent as somebody else's flag flew overhead.

It could have been worse they supposed. Apparently rule by Clan Wolf was less unpleasant than living under some of the other clans would have been. The stories that came out of the worlds in the hands of Clan Smoke Jaguar, for example, were horrifying. You wouldn't get a rifle-butt in the face just for giving a Wolf a dirty look in the street, and their methods of dealing with popular resistance leaned more towards tear-gas rather than orbital bombardment.

Despite their unhappy history there were a few things that the people of Svelvik liked to commemorate. Each year they celebrated the founding of the Principality of Rasalhague, on another date they exalted it's rebirth as the Free Rasalhague Republic and to a lesser extent they also remembered the year, which came decades after the fall of the Star League, when a bunch of dropships, battlemechs and aerospace fighters painted up in SLDF livery had visited. They hadn't stayed long, or even talked to anyone beyond a rumoured multiple-frequency-transmission of 'This one is for Kentares', but the native population had considerably enjoyed their visit nonetheless as during their brief sojourn to Svelvik the strangers had quite thoroughly hammered the Draconis Combine garrison into the ground.

The people that actually did the hammering back in 2825 hadn't forgotten their visit either.

Fifty kilometers above the capital city two bright flashes in the planet's mesophere heralded the arrival of a pair of Kirghiz omnifighters which had been located several AU away only moments before. The craft outwardly resembled those in use by Clan Wolf itself, although the Wolves of course lacked the ability to install a jump-drive in anything remotely that small and the ability to jump into a gravity well had been regarded as nothing but science-fiction less than a year before.

There was only one clan that could do something like that, and the others wouldn't even speak their name aloud.

They didn't use that name on Svelvik either as it happens, although that was because in these parts they were called the 'Minnesota Tribe'.

While the pair of Kirghiz omnifighters gunned their engines and dove towards the ground a single brighter flash above them meant that their carrier had arrived too. A Leopard CV dropship retrofitted with a larger version of the FTL drive the fighters carried, as well as a far less advanced, almost a downright kludge of a modification to one of its fighter launch bays.

While the dropship's own thrusters burned hard to fight the force of gravity and keep it aloft, the modified launch bay opened and something the same mass as a Kirghiz, but shaped rather differently and lacking a pilot, was pushed out of the dropship by a hydraulic piston whereupon it itself fell like a rock.

Large fins at the back of the plummeting object caught the thin air and orientated it nose-first towards the ground. At the front a seeker nose started looking for the laser that one of the Kirghiz should start projecting at its intended destination any time now.

After a forty kilometre fall it caught a glimpse of the laser dot now designating its target the fins steered it onto a direct collision course and then the rocket motor at the back lit up and despite the ever thickening air as it descended through the atmosphere the hundred ton projectile accelerated, hard.

Clad in nearly forty-five tons of well-shaped good-quality steel, the same as had been produced by the orbital foundries of New Circe in large quantities to replace the missing sections of armoured plate from Galactica , this was the first Gungnir bunker-buster to be deployed by Clan Wolverine, it was not going to be the last by any means.

Looking like a streak of fire from the heavens the civilian population of Svelvik's capital saw the now supersonic Gungnir coming long before they heard the sonic boom it left in its wake.

They also saw the flash when it hit the Clan Wolf base on the outskirts of the city before they heard the resulting explosion.

It was one hell of a bang when it reached them though.

Constructed by the former Draconis Combine garrison, the 'bomb proof' bunker that the second-line troops who now occupied Svelvik had made their home was protected by several metres of steel-reinforced concrete. To give the bunker roof its due it made a valiant, if futile, attempt to prevent the Gungnir's uninvited entry and the bomb casing was visibly deformed during the split second between when it impacted the extremely thick roof and when it punched through to the other side. The bomb subsequently ploughed through the next several floors of the building as well before finally the contents of the bomb detonated.

Needless to say fifty tons of high-explosive going off in a confined space is a spectacular event, but one best observed from a distance. According to the people of Svelvik the shockwave shattered half the windows in town, it rained debris for kilometres in all directions and they were still picking up pieces of clanner months later.

Local rumour states that the only thing the Minnesota Tribe said during their second visit to the planet was a transmission saying "The McEvedy's send their regards" this being substantiated by the same story being told regarding the bombing of the Ghost Bears on Trondheim and Jarett the same day. The Smoke Jaguars on Richmond however received a different message, albeit one that also arrived shortly after a very large bomb dropped from the edge of space. "Let us know when you're ready to talk."

Aboard the Leopard CV that had bombed Svelvik the ship's captain ordered the battle anthem to be played on loudspeaker to the crew as they prepared to jump back out.

"We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
"

Clan Wolverine carried Rasalhague blood too.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 14:23:43
Comstar HPG service center, Comstar HPG compound, Kowloon...

"...reports of your friends dropping bunker-busters on two of the more moderate Clan invaders, Liz.  They even got messages. and announced who they were."  The Archon-Prince's face was grave on the other end.

"Look, we didn't supply them with ships, Highness.  They have the tech already.  I can guess why they're hitting two clans if you tell me which ones." Liz answered.  The meds were flushing her face out, and colors were just a little too sharp, lights a little too bright on a Neuroin high, "If it's the Wolves or the Falcons, good on 'em, hope they killed a lot of the fascist bastards."

"Falcons no-that might change.  They hit the Smoke Jaguars-" 

"Good riddance to bad rubbish"

"-Ghost Bears, and Clan Wolf."

"Lotta casualties?" She asked, perking up.

"You could say that. The reports are fuzzy, but Phelan thinks they might have killed over two hundred Wolf secondline personnel on the attack on Svelvik in the Rassalhague Republic, with a single bomb strike."

Liz just grinned "Nice work. I'll have to send their ambassador a fruit basket."

"Gawd, Liz! hate much??"

"you will notice you're talking to me, and not my father, nor my oldest brother Brother, Patrick." Elizabeth said, "Pat was a kind, forgiving soul, he was also the designated heir, and if it weren't for Clan Wolf, you'd be talking to him.  yes, I hate a lot. it kind of interacts with the antiseizure meds and the pain killers and oh, yeah, the stuff they would be giving me anyway thanks to my mom shooting me with her service pistol and damaging my nervous system.  The only bright spot in the last seven years, was getting Henry back from that Kerensky-Kult the Jade Falcons, only I have to pay for psychiatrists now, because we still can't be sure he's fully deprogrammed!  Dead clanners? show me the bodies, Highness, I will dance on the graves." she paused, "Right before I pitch a fit and scream my throat out while slowly dying.  I can afford to hate, Highness, because I can't afford to let my feelings or sympathies get in the way of doing my job, I'm on a countdown.  what job do you need done, and what will you offer to make it a higher priority than sorting out this mess of a theater?"

"Talk to the Falcons, talk to the Wolverines. find out what's really going on.  I'm working on an angle to get the Clans to the table."

"You won't do that without a show of force in their homeworlds." Liz theorized.  "The SLDF needs to kick in their front door and make them talk.  Until you can do that, they're not going to take any of us seriously."

"Focht says the same thing...and I believe him.  We just don't have the fleet or the forces yet."

"I am doing everything I can do to help fix that, Highness-and yes, I know it isn't enough." Liz said sincerely.   "I will...talk to them, and send you the report.  Maybe there's an angle we can use to speed this counterattack up so I'm not in phase three before it launches."







Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 15:10:37
Jesenice, Federated Commonwealth...

Jesenice Militia Fortress had been built by the Rim Worlds Republic sometime around 2750.  It briefly resisted LCAF capture in 2775-very briefly. The battalion of the First Amaris Regulars had melted something like gasoline soaked linen in a plasma-fire.

Since then, various governors of the Lindenholler family have ruled this world with varying levels of success.  This morning, the Auditors had to issue their reports.

A population of slightly over 500 million people, on a class "M" world orbiting a G2 Variable star, with tax reciepts to the Realm of 3.2 trillion Kroner per annum and a rebate back of nearly half that in emergency social service funding, should still be able to afford more than a ragged battalion of outdated 'mechs, even if those 'mechs were essentially owned by the families that run the planet.

A police force should not be a tool of terror.  The bulk of the Jesenice Militia were doing double-duty, and the result is a wealth divide that would make a Broken Wheel Baron proud.

The Duke of Jesenice had been too proud to go to the upstart on Kowloon, instead registering repeated complaints about his rights as a lord being violated by the new administration.

This morning, an auditor from the Kowloon Theater Command had gotten dead in an alley, after being repeatedly raped.

This afternoon, in clear air, four dropships appeared in the upper atmosphere over the Militia's headquarters.

The local Air Defense director wasn't even on duty.

the Dropships did not hover, they did not delay.  they landed around the building, and tanks-much better than the half-decrepit battlemechs of the Militia Families, rolled out of two, while 55 ton Enfield battlemechs strode from the 'mech bays of a Union.

at the feet of the 'mechs, a small swarm of dull, tan, armored forms also swarmed.

an alert observer might have noted the insignia of the 171st Kowloon Brigade on the tanks and 'mechs.

At the Duke's residence, however, there were no dropships.  Instead, four Heavy Raiders painted white, with red stripes and an Orca Rampant on the roundel, landed in the yard.

The Centurions from those were the up-armored model, and they were supporting Coast Guard commando personnel in light powered armor.

"Raymond Linderholler, Stand down, you are bound by law!"  Master Chief Petty Officer Linda Sithers carried out the arrest.

"what is the meaning of this?"

"Is this one of them, Ma'am?"  Sithers asked, and he saw the unarmored woman following Sithers.

his jaw dropped as his eyes went wide, "that...that's impossible!!"

"He is."

"Raymond Linderholler, you are charged with assault, sexual assault, conspiracy to commit sexual assault, attempted murder, aggravated assault, attacking a duly appointed agent of your Liege Lord, conspiracy to defraud the Lyran State, embezzlement, corruption, fraud, and conspiracy to obstruct justice. Dirtbag, Do you have a Lawyer?"

"I am the law here!"

"I will take that as 'no'. you should try not to represent yourself." another human officer clapped irons on his wrists, "You are advised by me, that you can talk, or you can keep silent, anything you say can, and will be evidence at your trial. if you are convicted of the charges against you, under Estates General finding 2325 of the revised Federated Commonwealth Code, you will be executed, as will your compatriots in the conspiracy charges.  Testimony and mitigating circumstances WILL be taken into account upon your sentencing. do you understand the words I am saying??"

but he just kept staring at her. the witness that confirmed his identity.  the impossible witness, whose body, he had been assured, had been put through a gravel-chipper by his friends after they had their fun.

unknown to him, Diana Warren, was a Three.  a Humaniform Cylon employed by the newly established office of Service Audit for the Kowloon Theater March Militia.  and she remembered very well what they did to her, and it counted for a lot that she was willing to let the human justice system deal with these men.

being crushed and 'chipped' to death hurt, being raped by twelve men in her quarters? that was much worse.  It made airlocking seem somewhat less awful.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Paladin1 on 15 January 2020, 15:20:37
Air locking?  No, I think someone’s about to earn a toothpick.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 15 January 2020, 16:05:25
Waldorff II - Federated Commonwealth (Jade Falcon/Steel Viper Occupation Zone)

Technically under the control of Clan Steel Viper after the world was transferred to them from the Jade Falcons in late 3051 it had been a peaceful transfer and for now the two rival clans tolerated each other enough at least for the Falcons to still utilise the system as a staging area.

Now well behind the front lines the most conflict the planet had seen since the Jade Falcons took it from the Federated Commonwealth was the inevitable fight which occurred when one of the Vipers mocked any visiting Falcons for being evicted from their former conquest Twycross whereas the Steel Vipers had retaken it for the clans 'easily' themselves.

Arguments made that it would not have been remotely easy for the Vipers if they had faced Kai Allard-Liao like the Falcons did were not given the necessary weight they deserved in the latter's opinion and would the Vipers like to settle this in a Circle of Equals?

From the perspective of another group that still settled arguments the same way on occasion, although most preferred to use a lawyer, the presence of both Green Turkey's and Rust Worms in one place was too good an opportunity to miss. This was why the latest fist-fight taking place on Waldorff between a defensive Falcon and a loud-mouthed Viper was rudely interrupted by a several very bright flashes a long way overhead.

Both stripped to the waist for the fight the Jade Falcon and the Steel Viper both looked up, as did the other members of both clans who had gathered to watch.

"Oh shit" both combatants swore simultaneously as air-raid warning sirens started up. That wasn't nukes going off in orbit. They weren't that lucky.

Given that there were two clans to bomb on Waldorff the Not-Named has decided it was only right to send a pair of their modified Leopards and thus there were presently two bright streaks of fire plummeting towards the ground as air-defence batteries started to open up in response and the ready-response omnifighter star scrambled from the spaceport.

As to whether the fighters had lifted off because their pilots really thought they could catch up to the enemy before they jumped out again, or they just wanted to be nowhere near the most important target on the planet when the bombs arrived, nobody could say for sure but the pilots insisted afterwards that they managed to nearly catch one of the Leopards before it flashed out.

The two Gungnir bombs landed on either side of the spaceport. One targeted at the huge hydrogen re-fueling tanks and the other landing right next to a small spheroid dropship belonging to the Jade Falcons, sending it flying in a manner it really wasn't supposed to and leaving a crater you could have rolled it back into if it had still be round.

For a brief moment when the hydrogen tanks exploded the clan members a few kilometers away thought the old foe had nuked them but in the aftermath it became obvious that it was 'merely' a conventional strike.

When the Falcon and the Viper who had been planning to fight realised that they were lucky enough to still be alive they decided to call it a draw and both expressed a desire to be fighting the Kerensky-damned Not-Named instead.

They were even angrier with the Wolverines when another flash appeared in the sky an hour later but after bracing themselves for another bombardment instead the ship jumped out after loudly broadcasting "Psyke!" accompanied by much laughter.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 15 January 2020, 16:31:53
unknown to him, Diana Warren, was a Three.  a Humaniform Cylon employed by the newly established office of Service Audit for the Kowloon Theater March Militia.  and she remembered very well what they did to her, and it counted for a lot that she was willing to let the human justice system deal with these men.

being crushed and 'chipped' to death hurt, being raped by twelve men in her quarters? that was much worse.  It made airlocking seem somewhat less awful.

So much for "dead men tell no tales", huh?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 17:16:51
Border Post South, Highway 1, 'contact building' (Southern perimeter of the Falcon Enclave and Camp John), Kowloon..

Elizabeth reclined in a leather chair, with her feet on the desk, as Star Colonel Nathan Roshak came in.

"It's not us." she said without lowering the Ia Drang Independent News.

"We know.  but you have some contact with them.  Tell me where they are."

"You've been past their Embassy a half dozen times in Nha Tranh.  Maybe you should consider knocking on the door sometime." she lowered the paper, "I'm sure they'd be thrilled."

"Liz, you know I can not do that, especially with them terror-bombing us."  He said, taking a seat more formally on the Clan side, "Can you at least suggest to me what they are trying to accomplish with this?"

"Kissinger." Liz said.

"Kissinger? I do not understand."

"Henry Kissinger, Nineteen Seventies.  I think it's pretty obvious."  she turned a page, and added, "They're trying to bomb you back to the negotiation table."

"It is difficult for us to even consider facing the Not-Named across anything except a battlefield."  He scowled.

"Well they've probably been stockpiling high-explosives to drop on you for over two centuries so don't expect them to run out any time soon, but hey, they might get bored and start using nukes, so who knows?"  she flipped the paper sideways, and muttered "i don't see the sailboat."

"Their way of war lacks honour."

Elizabeth laughed out loud, and said, "Tukayyid. They're fighting the way I would..." she lowered the newspaper "If you want them to act like a Clan instead,   You know all you have to do to get a fair fight is accept their request for a Trial of Refusal, then they'll have to follow your rules or it wouldn't be binding."

Nathan processed this, then snorted.  "... I suspect the Ghost Bears at least will require more bombing first."

"That's them, isn't it?" she asked, "Now, put yourself in your shoes.  What do you stand to lose by getting them to play by the rules?  That copy of Nick Kerensky's book gives a lot of directives but he doesn't put a time limit on how long before you can introduce a new trial, and the system itself is built to make reversing an outcome possible-which kinda lines up with why he wanted them genocided."

"Annihilated."

"genocided." she said firmly, "So nobody could contest the charges or the judgement on the basis of standing.  Now if I read your history right, the Jade Falcons had to be talked into voting guilty, and voting for Annihilation, but he gave the job to Wolf and Widowmaker, and Wolf declared victory after failing. The trial was declared complete, Clan Wolf lied, your ancestors accepted it because they bunked the evidence, I would suggest that's worth a trial of grievance, for being defrauded into committing a war crime.  so let's talk about Honor-there's a stain on your Clan's honor because they were coerced and deceived into standing by while a war crime was committed, and then defrauded again by the claim that the trial they were coerced and deceived into approving, was blundered.  I would say only the Ghost Bears have more standing, if the copies of the Remembrance we got from your folks in Hue aren't edited all to hell where they match up with the one we ripped from the Belleau Wood."

"So...multiple grievances." he said, "Is what you see?"

"Yep. Grievance one, is the uncertain status of the trial itself, and the effort to bury evidence by the prosecuting authority-to wit, Clan Wolverine is merrily dropping bunker-busters on you two hundred and fifty something years after being supposedly extinct.  This is highly suggestive of two potential probabilities: One, the Glorious Nicholas Kerensky lied to his followers, or two, that he was incompetent...mind that I think he was incompetent just based on how your society is designed, so let's not use my interpretation and just follow your own people's logic.  He Lied to You."

"I do not follow...he could have been in error."

"Which would make him incompetent, SLS Zughoffer Weir also didn't change their transponder signals-they didn't even bother to rename it."  she rocked her seat back and forth, "Which suggests some really crappy accounting on your warships-in-storage fleet, or your kill counts. That ship is active.  so some, maybe most, of his battle records from the annihilation would need also be in error..or, and bear with me, falsified."

"I accept that is a possible explanation." he said, clearly not accepting it.

"where in Clan Honor, is it honorable to lie about your accomplishments?" she inclined her head. "Hmm? and how does your honor system, as you know it, deal with someone caught lying about their accomplishments?  Those bombs are proof the Wolves lied. That's not some edge-of-survival starter colony doing that.  You're dealing with an industrialized nation.  to my damned, dirty, diseased little mind, it also suggests there are questionable elements to the whole sequence of events leading up to that Grand Council judgement on the topic of Dehra Dun.  This is the same group of Clans that had zero issues with butchering the population of a planet over food riots because they couldn't handle basic agricultural production and distribution efficiently or effectively within their centrally planned system."

"Oh, now wait one damned minute, there.  There WERE protests."

"That went exactly nowhere." she pointed out. "Which way did Clan Jade Falcon vote on the Londerholm thing again?"

She folded the paper.  "Tell your leaders to talk to the ****** Wolverines. If nothing else, you can bait them out of hiding."

"but you will not assist."

"I made my position perfectly clear." Elizabeth said, "Two and a half centuries, and your friends are hunting down people who might have been cousins of the men who left with Aleksandr Kerensky.  Doing basic math, that's whole planets' worth of people, and your collective standard is low enough that it actually makes the Third Reich or Stalin look positively humane and reasonable, makes Pol Pot look restrained, makes Amaris look restrained."

"You would compare the Clans to the Usurper?"

"Keep in mind, my people fought his a lot longer than your ancestors did, we've got a long institutional memory of his and his ancestors' methods." Liz stated coldly, "The Rimjobs would stop after the third generation, we're talking Thirty generations...and my ancestor crucified the Amaris officers at Running Deer Mountain, it's where the term 'Elbar Toothpick' comes from."

she tossed the newsprint across the meeting table, and stood up.  "Read the top page."

Quote from: Ia Drang Independent
Remembering Elbar: an anniversary retrospective of the Liberation of Running Deer Mountain and the Crimes of the Rim Worlds Republic



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 15 January 2020, 17:40:30
+1 for the Ia Drang Independent!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 15 January 2020, 18:28:26
Vin Drin Lap Coast Guard Station, Golden Lake district...

"Is this him?" Liz asked, nodding at the interrogation room.

"Yes, Your Grace.  This is him."

"and the evidence?"

"It's not had a material change, except that last night he and twelve of his closest friends raped and attempted to murder one of your auditors, mum."

"Is she alive, or are we adding capital murder to the treason charge?" Liz asked.

"A version of her-"

"So we're adding capital murder.  Has it been through the Court?"

"District level, but Lohengrin did supply the evidence to the Archon's office."

"Excellent." she walked in and sat down.

"HI Ray, can I call you Ray? of course I can." Liz said,  "You know who I am, right?"

He paled, "y-yes your grace."

"very good, very proper, you were raised right, right ray?"  she lunged across the table, and grasped his collar, "What the ******, Ray? huh? I get killing the witnesses, I get killing the investigator, trying to make it look like an industrial accident, but...ray? you left your spoor all over the remains."

she reached up, and rubbed his gray hair, "what was going through your head, dude? seriously.  did you have to stick it inside her while you were strangling her? You haven't left me a lot of choices here ray...there's no amnesty for that."

she brought the hand down and patted his cheek, "you had to know I'd find out, Ray. I'm very disappointed in you. a man your age,with a wife..."

she let go, "oh, right, she died last year.  do you see what this is?"

Elizabeth held up a flimsy.

"It..it's a warrant."

"yes, it is, a special warrant. I have to sign this now.  You ****** yourself, Ray. If you'd been cooperative, maybe a little bit contrite, made an honest effort to make it good? or promised to make it good? I wouldn't be signing it.  This is your death warrant, Ray.  for Treason..and I can still carry it out, make it clean, nice, dignified, I was ready to suspend this if you were cooperative with my auditor.  You ****** and killed an auditor, Ray, one of mine...and it was a group effort too. so you can't even claim insanity.  HOwever, you're in my jurisdiction, and you're already facing conviction for high treason, so do you know what that means?"

"N-no..."

she reached into her pocket.  "It means, I give you a little keepsake. Something to meditate on, while I have to go outside, with a post-hole digger, because I won't tell someone else to do something if I'm not willing to get my hands dirty doing it myself."

she laid the toothpick on the table in front of him.

"Unless..." she said, "Unless you have something to tell me, that might make up for...well...that.  for your family's sake, Ray, tell me a story I can check, one I can believe in...and you get a rope, instead of the stake...and if enough checks out, maybe, just maybe, you might win a pardon, maybe I'll forgive you, and you can rebuild your life."

"Wh-what do  you want to know?"

"Where did you send the money, Ray? who has it?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 15 January 2020, 18:35:37
He's not sweating enough to really understand what an Elbar toothpick is...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 15 January 2020, 20:52:03
Quite literally playing devil's advocate here, but you could build a defence case that "killing" a Cylon shouldn't count as murder, as they resurrect. Assault, sure: probably even assault with a deadly weapon, GBH and a whole host of other crimes, but murder? Hard to calk it that when the victim is in court, giving evidence, alive and well.

Prosecution would probably have to prove that the accused had no idea that the victim wouldn't stay dead, and that comes down to how open they've been on the tech.

Not saying it would be something I'd personally support, but it's something a good layer might try and spin to keep a high paying client from dancing the Tyburn Jig.

As a side-bar, Liz needs to talk to Ray about angels, and how you only get one...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 15 January 2020, 22:26:10
Attempted murder, just because they refuse to stay dead did not mean it was not attempted.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Paladin1 on 15 January 2020, 22:55:12
Quite literally playing devil's advocate here, but you could build a defence case that "killing" a Cylon shouldn't count as murder, as they resurrect. Assault, sure: probably even assault with a deadly weapon, GBH and a whole host of other crimes, but murder? Hard to calk it that when the victim is in court, giving evidence, alive and well.

Prosecution would probably have to prove that the accused had no idea that the victim wouldn't stay dead, and that comes down to how open they've been on the tech.

Not saying it would be something I'd personally support, but it's something a good layer might try and spin to keep a high paying client from dancing the Tyburn Jig.

As a side-bar, Liz needs to talk to Ray about angels, and how you only get one...

I’m seeing a cultural side to this that you may not be considering.  While the devil’s advocate approach might work in other areas, you have to consider that Kowloon was settled by people who literally believe that even though a body may die, the soul remains, therefore the fact that a Cylon can “resurrect” is irrelevant, since they would view the murder of even a normal human as consisting of the destruction of the body, not their soul.

In short, this guy is boned no matter who takes his case.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 15 January 2020, 23:07:45
In short, this guy is boned no matter who takes his case.

Well, he might get off if he were tried in a Colonial court, but they don't have jurisdiction, so.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 15 January 2020, 23:12:48
Quite literally playing devil's advocate here, but you could build a defence case that "killing" a Cylon shouldn't count as murder, as they resurrect. Assault, sure: probably even assault with a deadly weapon, GBH and a whole host of other crimes, but murder? Hard to calk it that when the victim is in court, giving evidence, alive and well.

Prosecution would probably have to prove that the accused had no idea that the victim wouldn't stay dead, and that comes down to how open they've been on the tech.

Not saying it would be something I'd personally support, but it's something a good layer might try and spin to keep a high paying client from dancing the Tyburn Jig.

As a side-bar, Liz needs to talk to Ray about angels, and how you only get one...
You could probably argue ‘attempted murder’, if the accused didn’t know he was ‘killing’ a Cylon. “I have no intention of letting the accused go free, simply because they failed in their attempt to kill this citizen.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 02:19:42
The Triad, Tharkad...

Victor's demands as Archon-Prince were keeping him off the front lines, trapped in an unending nightmare of demands, crises, emergencies, and state duties.

Governing is a full time job.  Sometimes the compromises burn the core of a man's stomach.

One of those was worse than most: Elizabeth Ngo was kicking in doors in her theater.  Half a dozen Ducal Peers were in custody for corruption, and the reports to LIC that he got showed the Coast Guards were doing a superb impression of an efficient Lohengrin.

Liz was a headache and a nightmare, and a compromise he had to make.  In his heart, he knew NAIS could find a treatment for her illness, given the chance, but the Duchess of Kowloon had become a powerful asset.

She'd proven someone could get the damn Clanners to talk, if only briefly, and she'd managed to get them to even speak the word 'Embassy'.

but it wasn't going to last.  Liz wasn't going to last.

"The Draconis Combine's legation is here to see you, Highness."

"send them in." Victor said.  really could use you here, Dad..

his misgivings about the meeting vanished as he saw who Theodore sent.

"Omi."  the weight of the title bore down on him full force now, as someone he could never have to himself came through the doors. 

"Prince Victor, My father wishes to know if you have considered his request?"

"yes.  The Federated Commonwealth honors its obligations, and stands ready to assist the Draconis Combine in reclaiming your worlds, we will begin this by placing export exemptions on the technologies he has requested."

Omi joined him at the window.  "Will she consent?" the daughter of Theodore asked.

"Elizabeth will do it." he said with more confidence than he really felt, "if I have to..." he sighed, "If I have to make it an Archon's order, Ngo Industries will assist the Dragon in building the weapons to drive out the Smoke Jaguars."

"Will that be necessary? she is your vassal."

he thought back to last night's brief.  "She is from kowloon, Omi.   practically the platonic archetype of her homeworld in character.  I do not know what she'll want to support the aid package, but she will get something for it for her people, and it will likely benefit the Commonwealth in the longer term...but she's a headache."

"What will she ask?" Omi inquired.

"That? I don't know." Victor admitted.

"Then we must find out."

Victor had prepared for this, and the two of them went to the Palace Comm Center.  "Briggs, what time is it on Kowloon?"

"22:00, Highness."

"Have Comstar link the call to Duchess Ngo's private residence. Video and Audio.  She's awake."  Victor said confidently.


Elizabeth House, Marjorie Hills neighbourhood, Kowloon...

Liz was, indeed, awake.  a pile of reports on eight different screens in her dining room, a holo-projection map on the kitchen table showing worlds the Audit found corruption on, good-will messages from Gina-Republic, aka 'Natalie', and a stack of death warrants waiting for authorization from the Archon.

the big-screen in the living room flicked from the Lyran Interstellar Futbol League's regional highlights, (left on as white noise while she worked) to silence penetrating enough to make her stop reviewing the quarterly Theater readiness report, get up from the table, coffee in hand, and wander into the living room.

"Prince Victor, Highness, I know I'm late with the quarterly-there are so many discrepancies it-" she stopped reciting her excuses and stared.

"Hi Liz. This is Omi Kurita, the ambassador from the Draconis Combine. I want to broker a deal." Victor got right down to business, Liz liked that, it was one of the few things about the runt she did like.

"Theodore's oldest daughter...wow." is this karma? how badly did I screw up? 

"I need to be speaking with the head of Ngo Industries, not just the Margrave of the Kowloon Theater, Liz." Victor said.

"OH, so me, and me. this is business-business.  what are you letting me sell?" Elizabeth asked, "Just give me the stock numbers from the catalog if you've got it...and let me take some notes, then we can get down to what the Combine actually needs."

the stock numbers from the Ngo Industries catalog appeared on a dropdown.

Liz studied them.  "So...that's naval yard grade." Liz said, "I see you're also interested in process forges and...Victor, you classified that equipment!"

"I know, liz, they're prepping for a major push against the Smoke Jaguars sometime in the next two years..."

"So you're going to lower the trade in technology barriers. okay." Elizabeth picked up a keyboard.  "This is what you need to make that stuff work, we can supply both, but I'm not giving discounts without a damn good reason.  Where does the Dragon want their new shipyard and industrial complex?"

"can you refit existing facilities?" Omi finally spoke up, having the 'rhythm' of how to speak with Elizabeth after watching Victor for only a few moments.

"Possible, if the facilities aren't too badly damaged or too badly out of date-a bad facility will result in poor quality output, or poor quantity output.  That damages my firm's reputation and I would avoid it if possible in case those terran pricks at Krupp try to rook me."

"You're still sore about the DefHes deal?" Victor chided.

"In a word, yes.  I am still very bitter at losing the Defiance Hesperus upgrade to a Terran contractor with the blessing of the Estates General." Liz stated firmly, "Here's my bid for the job.  I can have the tooling loaded and en-route by next thursday."

"That fast?" Victor asked.

"some of that stuff has been in inventory for the last half century, some of it is equipment that has another customer and we made production pattern duplicates anticipating expansions that didn't happen, and some of it was fabricated for the Defiance contract that didn't materialize and i need to dispose of the inventory...which is why this price is so very reasonable.  Will you want the standard warranty contract, or is your ISF already shitting their pants at the idea of importing that much gear?"

"this is...too much. the cash portion is too high." Omi said.

"Well, I am open to a counter-offer." Liz said, "tight on the delivery date though, I don't have bottomless transport capacity and if you want that gear this year, I need to get it scheduled and shipped, and there's the installation time. One of the yards at Galax tried to do it themselves and i had to spend ungodly amounts to get it straightened out."

a window opened on the screen. "The Combine is willing to let the rights to these designs, and offer a secondary production contract, in exchange for a reduction?"  Omi offered.

"Tempting...hmmm..." elizabeth chewed her lower lip.  "Deal.  I can come down this much in exchange for a guaranteed contracts through the SLDF and rights on those designs.  Number down below."

Omi read the number, re-read it, then nodded, "This is acceptable."

Liz typed out the order on her laptop terminal, and sent the delivery order to corporate.  "Payments should be on a monthy basis, with lump sums at half completion and completion.  I want diplomatic protection for my workers, Victor...and since you're already calling me..."

"here it comes..." Victor said.

"I have eleven writs of execution that need your signature." Liz said, "They're Nobles, that requires the Archon to authorize."

"ELEVEN??"

"Lots of dirty dealing.  Lohengrin can fill you in on details, but eleven peers of the realm on five worlds need to be stripped of their titles and put to death. I'm still following the money, but it looks like a list of some very bad organizations have been using this end of the Commonwealth as their piggy-bank. we're talking domestic terrorism, embezzlement, misappropriation of Government funds, fraud, human trafficking and possible sabotage during wartime."

she paused, "Along with rapes and murders." she added.  "with death warrants, I can leverage them for their conspirators, with writs stripping titles, I can leverage their families and maybe recover some of the assets they've stolen."  she paused, "it's only eleven because five guys on Jesenice decided to resist arrest."

"Will YOU be carrying them out?" he asked.

"I'm not going to answer that directly.  can I have it, or not?"

Victor looked unhappy, as he said, "You're authorized."

"thank you for your confidence in me, your Highness."








Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: ckosacranoid on 16 January 2020, 02:47:13
Ok is reaction to this....What the hell just happened and that was too easy.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: RobTClift on 16 January 2020, 03:09:46
Found this story as a result of Copelands Supply run from the Fan Fiction Site.  It’s awesome you are continuing the Hunted Tribes story (I've read it so many times and the follow up), even better that Hot Point is now getting involved as well.

Have they told Liz about Mai Phem (Cu'ong???) and Daughter Giao from "But somehow a most melancholy", she might be happy to know her relatives are still alive.  I believe Mai wanted to come home and retrieve Tooling to help build up the Colonial City State, as they are a “gold mine”.

I'm hoping to see Nike and everyone's reaction to her at some point.  But I assume she and the Pegasus are at the Cylon Imperium war front.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 16 January 2020, 03:54:59
I’m seeing a cultural side to this that you may not be considering.  While the devil’s advocate approach might work in other areas, you have to consider that Kowloon was settled by people who literally believe that even though a body may die, the soul remains, therefore the fact that a Cylon can “resurrect” is irrelevant, since they would view the murder of even a normal human as consisting of the destruction of the body, not their soul.

In short, this guy is boned no matter who takes his case.
If you're high enough up the food chain, it would be kicked upstairs to Victor, and he's more of a pragmatist. That and there is the question of jurisdiction: is it under Kowloon law or not?

Have they told the wider FedCom/beyond about Resurrection? Have appropriate laws been enacted?

Think how often something is "legal" simply because technology has advanced quicker than the law can keep up.

Attempted murder, just because they refuse to stay dead did not mean it was not attempted.
You could probably argue ‘attempted murder’, if the accused didn’t know he was ‘killing’ a Cylon. “I have no intention of letting the accused go free, simply because they failed in their attempt to kill this citizen.
Agreed, but again, I'm talking legal technicalities here
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 05:09:18
Late August, 3056...

Elizabeth studied the scene recorded by the Coast Guard battalion on Jessenice.  "They're holding elections?"  Daphne asked.

"Yes. Elections." Liz said, "Victor gave me disposition on the landhold, probably assumed I would give it to a supporter."  she folded her hands, "I gave it to a constitution instead.  It's not unprecedented, just damned rare. The planet will still retain their rights under the Federated Commonwealth, but it won't be the easy solution of having a follower in charge.  I don't even know who they're going to elect, except whoever it is, will bear witness to what happens to leaders who betray their people."

Daphne Rowe gave Liz a narrow-eyed look, "What did you do?"

"well...I handed him to the angry mob." Liz said, "See there?  next to the courthouse?  that blur dangling off of one of the monitors?  That's the old duke, hanging and slowly dying at the hands of people he's harmed.  The trial was pretty straight and if the Jury had found him not-guilty, I'd have been obligated to keep the sonofabitch alive but it wsn't even a split vote-twelve random citizens of Jessenice, when presented with evidence and arguments, found their former Duke guilty of crimes that crossed from 'normal noble behavior' right over into 'lynch the monster'.  I'll expect Major Nghien to have the body taken down by nightfall, and then he can start again on explaining rule of law to the locals.  I expect the rebuilt militia will be a significant part of that."

"As enforcement? Isn't that as bad as what your people found there?"

"no...not so much as enforcement, but as example." Liz explained.  "Evelynn's found some ex LCAF academy drills...somewhere in that social network of hers.  the reduced supply complexity and enhanced training should work, along with a temporary Draft and an on-site Militia Officer's training course run by the Coast Guard."

"What's your next targeted problem?"

"Arluna." Liz sighed.  "Twelve families, and they're strongly pro-Fedcom...also seriously corrupt.  a complex situation, I can't use a sledgehammer to fix the situation because the DeGarde's are actually halfway decent accountants-they've got the graft and backhanders going, but it's not like Jessenice or Hood IV, you see, they actually put some of that graft into the local infrastructure."

"So...'almost decent?"

"almost.  If they didn't have men in prison for speaking out against abuses, I would be comfortable leaving them alone.  If you must silence someone with prison or power, then you have something to hide and fear what they have to say."

"Lizzie, maybe I can help you handle it...less violently?" Daphne asked, "My family does a lot of business on Arluna..."

Elizabeth's face might have cracked, the way she grinned, "YES! please, Daffy.  get it across to them, get them to cooperate and to stop jailing useful citizens or killing them!  I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up, without killing someone to make another example."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 06:56:35
Winter...

The factories were new, less than four years old, and owned by firms like Langanecker, Nashan, Norse-Storm and Blackstone.  those are the names on the signs, those are the names on the letterhead, and their home offices certainly got their percentage.

But these weren't wholly owned by those companies, nor Defiance weapons, nor...and so on.

Elizabeth Ngo had spent a lot of effort and time, building up Kowloon, but she also spent quite a bit of that time on the world of Winter and House Von Schrakenberg.

To understand the relationship between the Ngos and the Von Schrakenbergs, you have to go back to the age of war, and arms smugglers that kept the Kowloon Republic afloat.  One of those arms smugglers was a member of the "Free Stars" cult based within the Rim Worlds Republic itself, Major Pol Von Schrakenberg.   For the centuries between Kowloon's fall to the Rim Worlds, and the end of the Star League, the Von Schrakenberg family smuggled supplies to Kowloon's resistance cells, smuggled people off-world, and provided a variety of semi-to-outright illegal support actions.  When the Star League came to Winter again, in 2769, the Von Schrakenbergs and their mining and processing partners, led the Tower Revolt at the same time Kowloon's Great Uprising, forcing the Rim Worlds Republic's forces to choose between a wealthy industrial world in revolt, or the perennial problem child.  The SLDF made that choice moot, and for nearly five years, Winter was a free state for the first time in its history.

That was essentially how long it took the Von Schrakenbergs to negotiate a peaceful entry into the Lyran Commonwealth.

for the remaining years of kowloonese independence, Winter was the conduit of trade that kept Marjorie Ngo's administration solvent, and it was a Von Schrakenberg (Phillip) who handled the legal representation for Kowloonese interests, saving them from being trapped in oppressive clauses and exploitive omissions, preserving Kowloon's autonomy for...a time.

The extremely valuable Germanium strike that founded Winter, was played out by the middle of the 29th century, and the Arcologies of Winter were soon running short of everything.  In that sustained hour of need, with defenses often merely a poor suggestion, kowloon continued to trade with Winter as a preferred partner to other worlds, even closer ones.

the industries brought by Elizabeth, revitalized Winter's economy, and made it worth it to the Federated Commonwealth to station the 7th Crucis Lancers there, instead of the usual understrength mercenary battalion.

The two worlds, Kowloon and Winter, are closer than kin, in some respects.  perhaps in more than 'some' respects.  Winter has become home to a growing Cylon minority in their outer belts, here, where the exotic mineral Tyllium was found in 3051 in large quantities (Larger still in the tailings of the old germanium mining processing sites.)

Battlemechs have started to come off the lines on Winter.  These are 'mechs derived from designs created by a Clan.  Clan Steel Viper.  a slightly larger version of the Battle Cobra, at 55 tons, the connectors and physical interfaces partially copied from Clan technology, and partially influenced by Cylon engineering and tech.   Not really the first Inner Sphere omnimech, not by a long shot.  These are being manufactured specifically for export, along side a now-licensed copy of the BHK-O ( Blackhawk-KU,)a sixty ton virtual copy of a 50 ton Clan machine. 

These machines are being built for direct military contracts.  the "Bigger Kobra" is being tested by AFFC, St Ives Militia, and the Star League.  The Blackhawk-KU is being subcontract produced as part of a Coventry Metal Works contract, since the Winter facility was ready before the new lines at Defiance were even operational, and zoning issues on Coventry have slowed down the construction of the actual LINE at Coventry Metal Works to a snail's pace.

The world of Winter, with  merely five hundred millon residents mostly crammed into massive arcologies separated by glaciers and tundra from nearly the planetary equator, to the poles, being in the middle of an estimated fifteen thousand year ice-age...has already adopted most of the reforms Elizabeth brought to Kowloon.  Their Militia is well trained, and thanks to the presence of two full battlemech manufacturing lines, an aerospace production firm, and a commercial shipyard that builds both Merchant vessels, and jump-capable Sampan II gunboats, they are well equipped.  The extensive use of workmechs both on Winter's surface, and among the uninhabitable rocks and belts fo the system, means an almost-inverse proportion.  With the need to learn ONLY three 'mechs, (the 'Bigger Kobra', Blackhawk-KU, and the Enfield) they have been able to train and equip a relatively large proportion of 'mechwarriors for their planetary militia, a Militia supported by a mix of armored and jump infantry trained to operate in the city-sized structures of the Arcologies of Winter.

Hector stood outside of Arc-14, or 'Prensall city' arcology, and waited. 

"are we ready?" Duke Von Schrakenberg asked.

the feeds looked good on the boards.  Hector nodded.  "We're ready if Francher's ready."

"let's see if it works then..."

a blue haze rose up the sides of the high-rise surface portion, rippling as it bent the energies through gravitic lensing.

"power levels look good...arch is established."  the field reached an apex, of sorts, capping over the massive structure.

Prensallville was an empty husk, the mine that fed it played out before the fall of House Amaris.

It was perfect for these tests.

"fire."

in orbit, a Naval PPC installation lit, and then lanced down.

the shields...held, as 2 kilotons a second streamed down onto the force field.

"strain gauge is good."

"Initiate test phase two."

The bombardment platform next released fire from Naval-autocannons.

the gravity-generator plates shimmered as the plunging fire from the FedCom warship, FCS Warspite, struck true, and vented their energies upward and outward-away from the shielded urban site.

"Power's fluctuating...adjusting harmonic."

the next wave of shells shattered and fell to earth, flashing the field in bright red with each impact.

AFFC observers watched this, as did FWLM and DCMS.

"bring it down, we need to check the interior, this will do no good, if radiation or other effects cause injuries inside."

once the field was down, teams went inside.

The live animals placed inside the buildings, were all dead. Not from cold, or heat, but from shockwaves and radiation.

"I think we'll wait on procuring this." 

Hector nodded, "I think we've got more work to do." Francher was downcast, and he clapped a hand on the Kowloonese man's shoulder, "In science, sometimes the answer really is why not."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 07:24:16
Nha Tranh University...

Etienne Balzac really was starting to understand he'd been sentenced to hell.  In this case the hell of having to do both administration, and science, in a completely and totally, mandatorially open environment.  One of the Duchess' requirements, was output.  pay and bonuses, and consideration for grants, hinged on productive output to the public journals and papers peer-reviewed. 

"Duchess, this is intolerable, how can I get anything done in a fishbowl?"

"Doctor Balzac, you chose to contract with the University, that means you're getting to tap funds unavailable to private sector researchers, but it also means you're here to advance understanding.  you can make discovery to do that, you can broadcast information to others, you can publish.  Most of what is gone, is gone because someone thought so much about their work that it was never shared or broadcast.  The periods of mankind's fastest advancement, from using mules to starships, happened only because knowledge flourished and spread."

"What if that knowledge is destructive?" he asked, as he began to realize she was a whole other sort of insane from the secrecy-obsessed merchant caste and warriors he'd had to work around as a Clan scientist.

"Then it's destructive." she said, "spread it.  The first use of atomic science was war.  from the foundations of the nuclear age, we got nuclear medicine, nuclear power, nuclear fabrication, and yes, we got nuclear bombs, but they're not the important part of the equation.  anything can be used as a weapon.  see this?" She flicked the knife open.  He saw the cursive script Forgiveness.  "This is a climber's knife, it is meant to be opened one-handed, for use in mountaineering and parachutes.  It is also a weapon, depending only on what you cut with it."  the knife vanished with a flick of her wrist.  "Publish your work, including the failures-especially, the failures.  This serves to guide others on what has failed and what not to do.  Review others, their experiments may have failed for externalities, their hypotheses may have failed due to poor experimental design.  THAT is how mankind advances. It advances slowly, or not at all in a 'protected' environment. only through competition can the best ideas flourish."

Hers was, in his estimation, a special sort of madness.  Her darwinian view, however, that ideas must be forced to compete and survive attacks, and that ideas that cannot survive this, are of value only in showing what not to do, appealed to his own central conceit.

"You will increase my funding if I publish frequently?" he asked.

"Yeah.  it doesn't matter if you're publishing failures, because those teach as well as success.  I also want you to critique other's works, show where they're flawed or outright wrong in their conclusions.  this isn't the Clans, Master Etienne.  we're not here to service a hot-house garden, isolated from the real world by a hyperinsular, inbred culture.  I'm paying your bills to advance human understanding. and to help drag mankind out of a dark age."

She reached up, using the end of her cane, and tapped the plaque on the Science Administration Building.

it was a quote from Kearney.

Quote from: plaque

The first, most important statement in all of scientific development, is "I do not know".  The follow on to this, is the second most important directive in science: "Let's find out".  Without those two, all of your work as a scientist is essentially the work of a technician, a cook, following a recipe blazed by someone else who does say "I don't Know, Let's Find Out".

-Thomas Kearney, addressing the International Physical sciences and Mathematics symposium at Helsinki, 2028


and then, she walked away.





Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 07:53:44
Nha Tranh, Street of Lanterns...

Nick saw the assassin in time.  a man concealing a gun, in a city where weapons are encouraged to be carried openly.  Jack spotted the car-bomb nearly a block away.

They both missed the third leg of the attempt, but really, even Cylons have limits.

In step-by-step, Nick interposed himself, sweeping the duchess into the arms of Jack, as the gunman drew his weapon and fired. the up-armoring of his chassis deflected three rounds total, before his blade-fingers swiped the shooter's arm off at the elbow.

Jack curled around her, protecting her with his body, while feeding tac-data that let Nick pop the bomb in place with his left arm machine-gun.  The four rounds fired, the casing plate for their propellant spinning out into the air, both Cylons sweeping the area with sensors while broadcasting the emergency signal.

This is at two seconds' time.  Two seconds ago, Elizabeth was walking ahead of them, enjoying the morning air.

The backup, the one on the second floor of a storefront, sent a 13mm tungsten/depleted uranium slug from a velocity enhanced zeus heavy rifle.  This went through Jack's up-armored torso, into their duchess through her back, shattering her spine, transiting one lung and causing bleeds in the arteries from her heart.

Three seconds time, Nick was already across the street, up the side of the building and through the window the assassin had used.  The assassin was halfway through the door when he caught him.

Outside, at four seconds, the duty platoon from the protective detail had a corpsman working on the Duchess in the street, stabilizing her, while Coast Guard Marines and Coast Guard Cylon marines swept the block for more suspects.

Thirty seconds, Liz was still alive, being loaded into a Medevac Raptor.

The signal went out.

no more time, act now or she dies.

at the Coast Guard National Labs on Spider Moon, an Operating room was already being prepped, and despite her misgivings, Ellen Spider-Moon 100, who was once termed 'Mengele' by her Scientist Caste comrades, was suiting up, cultured organs were already prepared, she had been busy, working to make the Liberator organism safe for use.  This would be the first real test on a human being.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 08:16:41
Hue, less than an hour later.

"do they know who did it?" Nathan Roshak's tone was calm, even and absent any of his traditional smirking humor.

"They have two suspects in custody-one was 'dis-armed' rather literally, the other was only lightly injured, both have been swept for suicide devices." the Coast Guard officer standing in his headquarters was one of the Cylons.  a Sharon, from the Vin Drin Lap base.

"Where is she now?"

"She is in surgery at the CGAS Spider Moon." she told him, "we know the two of you were...intimate.  several times.  Officers are also informing her Brother and her Designated Heir."

"I want to know who is behind this." Nathan enunciated.

"the suspects are currently in interrogation."

"I want my people to have access, and I want any results, any names, Leftenant." he was still holding himself with iron calm.

"I am not authorized to promise that." she said, "We still do not know...you have to understand, if the source is not domestic, then it is foreign, you represent a foreign government."

"Yes, and our holdings here are blocked from assault so long as Elizabeth is alive and the Federated Commonwealth honors their treaty! I have nothing to gain and much to lose by her death."

"She is not dead."

"I also want to see her." he insisted, "As soon as physically possible."

the Sharon acknowledged his concerns, promised to forward his demands, and left.

Nathan burned with rage and worry.  someone almost killed her. part of him identifed it as sentiment, weakness.  but he was past caring.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 16 January 2020, 08:25:17
OK, this is an unexpected plot twist, did not expect the Liberator organism to be used just yet, and I wonder if the memory transfer device is ready yet as well?
 :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 09:04:35
Somewhere...

"Well, shit, Lizzie.  how did that happen?"  Penny asked.

where am I?

"well, where do you think? someone shot you.  You're not dead, because Alicia Li is hyper-paranoid and you've been making a list of enemies. Pull yourself together, I hate the featureless white space look."

"I've been shot...again." Elizabeth sighed.  "I remember a gun-"

"Not the one that got you." Penny said, "You're still aware, we're not on fire so I guess you're still alive. lucky twice now.  I guess this is where I ask if you want to hang on, or you want to move on."

"what?"

"Do you want to hang on to what's left of your life, or do you want to move on to what comes after.  Mind, I don't recommend the second one.  not for you. I know, we're supposed to pitch how it's your time, bla-bla-bla..."  Penny morphed in front of her, "...but where you're bound, littlebit, you don't want to go."

"Wrath." her mother said.
"Greed." Condit's mouth spoke.
"Vanity." she saw her own face.
"Gluttony."
"Lust." Nathan Roshak's face spoke.
"Sloth." one of the Wolverine officers she met said.
"Pride." it was herself, again.

"yeah, I know." Liz said, "stunted spiritual progress, I have murdered men, broken people financially, and foresworn god. I know where I'm bound, but I was born damned."






Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 16 January 2020, 09:47:43
If you're going to hell anyway, you may as well enjoy the ride  8)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 16 January 2020, 09:52:46
If you're going to hell anyway, you may as well enjoy the ride  8)
and make sure you have paved your way with good intentions.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 10:27:39
Interrogation 2, Vin Drin Lap Coast Guard base, Kowloon...

"Sonny Blievelt."  Chief Sithers folded the file open.  "LCAF 3035 to 3040, transfer to LIC in '41, lots of black ink in your file but there's an interesting note about confinement at Niflheim facility nineteen in 3051." she leaned back, "so, what did you do?  They didn't kill you, but they put you in an asteroid prison in a system nobody stops at to recharge anymore."

he stiffened at that.

She put the file on the table, "Would you like me to tell you the coordinates? because according to Loki, you're still in a locked ward sucking down the really good drugs, an insurance policy of sorts, or they want you to tell them something and you proved too strong?"

she laid the open file in front of him, "Would you like to see the awards you don't get until you're dead?  Who gave you the mission?"

he stared at her.

"I have all day. she's alive, you failed." Sithers continued.  "I imagine there is some professional pride in there. you had her properly predicted, your shot was designed to penetrate an up-armored Centurion at one hundred fifty meters, your bullet pierced her heart-partially, but that's within the ratio of errors, and your distraction might have worked. all in all, as close to perfection as you could have come, and still failed."

she sighed, "let's talk about your childhood..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 16 January 2020, 10:36:18
Oh dear. Another Loki Special. I remember the cyborg kids from waaaaay back several versions ago...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 12:22:40
hour 12...

Twelve hours since we captured the hit team.  Alicia Li sits down across from the shooter.

it's the same questions, phrased a little differently.  water is offered. He doesn't respond, she continues.  It's nonstop pressure, part one of the interrogation process.

In four hours, I'll be back in there, reading his body language, asking the same questions, showing him his file, showing him pictures of the scene. It's the theater, usually with interrogations you're trying to get a perp to slip up, throw a tell, deviate from his alibi.

we're not looking for an alibi.  Conspiracy cases are usually a little easier, because people who work in conspiracies are suspicious of each other, you can use the prisoner's dilemma to trip them up, most of the time.  Even the educated ones.

but these guys are a team, they got orders from higher, so they know to keep their mouths shut, trained on how to block body-language reading by professionals.

She'll sweat him, while I'm catching a nap.  one thing we're not doing, is giving him the chance to take a nap, eventually, the body's needs override the will, he'll want that water.

and one of us will give it to him.  and then, maybe after another twelve hours, or twenty four, he'll be dog-ass tired and loopy as ******.  and one of us, will let him have a nap.

and then, the other one will wake his ass up.  start it over again.

Then, one of two things will happen;  someone will show up with a release order for real, and we'll know who else is involved.  or two; we'll fabricate a release order, and he'll do what good agents do-he'll go to his on-world contact, to get swept for the bug, and from there, he'll make his report.

because he's a good agent, and if we didn't have the weird shit going on at the National Lab, Her Grace would, in fact, be a corpse right now, rather than being maybe-a-corpse if the experiments fail.

We both will make a point of insisting she survived, then describing why she didn't, letting that 'slip' as if we were amatuers or local county-mounties trying to sweat a suspect.

You can tell it in his eyes; he doesn't respect us, doesn't respect our professional training.  why should he? He's one of the elite, Loki, the Commonwealth's super-commandos, unbreakable.

One thing you learn at ground school, though: Nobody is unbreakable.  Nobody.  You just have to figure the angles, what they expect. show 'em what they expect to see, let them see what they believe is real.

Somewhere on another site, Coast Guard Radiomen are working with corporate espionage guys, sifting through data on supposedly secure servers.  It's how we got his file, the one without the redactions, that he doesn't see when I'm in there with his edited file, the one from LIC's records division, the one we got with a Subpoena and the Archon-Prince's order.

I have my own theory.  someone was financing big things with the money they were siphoning, the stuff the Audits were uncovering, the people we were bringing in, it scared somebody, or pissed them off, so they didn't start with the cheap ones, the mercs, they went straight for the well-regarded professionals, and tried to make it LOOK like a cheap hit.

One way or another, Sonny here is going to give up the info. It's just a matter of time, and method.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 16 January 2020, 12:45:03
Five minutes in a locked room, and I'm sure that a certain Jade Falcon would have Sonny signing like a canary.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 16 January 2020, 12:56:25
Of course, if the whole download works, then Liz Ngo becomes Cylon Model 13... Victor really can have one of her for every planet in the FedCom... ;)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 16 January 2020, 12:58:33
Of course, if the whole download works, then Liz Ngo becomes Cylon Model 13... Victor really can have one of her for every planet in the FedCom... ;)
*Victor sits bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat, a horrible dream slowly fading from his mind*

"That's in: no more cheese before bed!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 16 January 2020, 13:25:15
*Victor sits bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat, a horrible dream slowly fading from his mind*

"That's in: no more cheese before bed!"

"The Federated Commonwealth: Proud new subsidiary of Ngo Industries."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 16 January 2020, 14:53:26
Of course, if the whole download works, then Liz Ngo becomes Cylon Model 13... Victor really can have one of her for every planet in the FedCom... ;)


or, if she can be uploaded into multiple places, why not into a Caspar Mk III as well
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 16 January 2020, 15:54:19
Five minutes in a locked room, and I'm sure that a certain Jade Falcon would have Sonny signing like a canary.
any methods used to get a confession that quickly would probably see the evidence thrown out in court. especially if done by a foreign national.

no, they should tag-team a leoben and a centurion to mentally break them down. the leoben's because they're good at getting under people's skins, the centurion to be "good cop" and know exactly where the process has to stop to stay within the law.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 16 January 2020, 16:45:12
any methods used to get a confession that quickly would probably see the evidence thrown out in court. especially if done by a foreign national.

no, they should tag-team a leoben and a centurion to mentally break them down. the leoben's because they're good at getting under people's skins, the centurion to be "good cop" and know exactly where the process has to stop to stay within the law.
Someone sent the Lyran Commonwealths pet terrorist group to kill Liz: we're beyond "Court of Law"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 16 January 2020, 16:49:24
More importantly, torture doesn't work


Better to either turn "cleanly" or, as planned, a controlled release or escape and see what they do/where they go


See also Operation Doublecross
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 16 January 2020, 16:53:44
Has anyone ever put a Loki agent in court?

Correct me if I´m wrong, but Loki is technically supposed to be loyal to the rulers of the FedCom, i.e. Victor right now. So unless there is reason to assume that there is a rogue faction within Loki (and Victor better HOPE there evidence of such a faction), it would appear to the dispassionate observer that Victor is a prime suspect for ordering this assassination.

And there is nothing in the laws of physics that would prevent the Kowloon Cylons from doing their interstellar surprise attack thing on Tharkad or New Avalon instead of against the Clans.

Somebody had better make it very clear to Victor that people who like Liz VERY much have reason to suspect him of trying to have her killed, and little reason not to return the favor if no other culprit shows up.

And anyways, it´s well beyond time that someone did a little house cleaning in Loki. Liz Ngo style house cleaning, that is.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 16 January 2020, 17:15:19
That would be a very nice story if Liz Ngo was also given a chance to audit and clean up Loki!    Could the group behind the assassination be part ROM and members of the Brotherhood of Cincinatus?  They were for a pro-Stiener blood only group)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 16 January 2020, 17:59:00
Or have the non-rebel cylons managed to do some infiltration of their own?  8)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 22:23:54
Tharkad, 22 hours after the assassination...

"we're on the eve of the largest military operation since the fourth succession war, maybe since the first succession war."  Victor Steiner-Davion trooped the line "and someone inside LIC released a kill order on someone I consider an important part of that operation."

"Your Majesty, It must be a rogue-"

Victor turned and before anyone could blink, there was a meaty thumping sound, and the head of Domestic Operations was on the floor,  struck from his feet by the Archon Prince.  "No Excuses, I want to know where the order originated, I want the person who authorized it, I want them in front of me, I want their operational plan and I want to know why."

as if the heat were out, the room seemed to drop ten degrees off of his very-calm-and-reasonable tone.  "It was my decision to assign Elizabeth Ngo to clean up a chronic, problem area of the Commonwealth." he added, "That commander's intent has been undermined, it came from one of your agencies.  this is un-******-acceptable.  I am half inclined to have your agencies disbanded and opened to public scrutiny, jail the lot of you for incompetence and treason.  Including the ones who aren't guilty, because this was allowed to happen without my permission.  I want the origin of the order, I want the officers who planned and authorized this, I want them in front of me, ready to talk, yesterday."

"Majesty...and then what?"

"Then I decide if the mission had merit or not." Victor stated.  "If it did, no harm, no foul." then he smiled, and his smile could cut glass.  "If I determine it did not, or if I have any questions regarding the validity, or if I determine that I'm being handed patsies or scapegoats, I will use assets I know to be loyal and reliable to purge the entire Lyran Intelligence Corps until I get satisfactory answers and explanations."

he looked at his watch dramatically, "you have twenty four hours."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 16 January 2020, 22:39:02
24 hours to bring someone who may not be in the same solar system. :)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 22:45:08
Kowloon...

"Elizabeth would ask, 'what are the rules of assassination?'"  Nathan Roshak was pensive.  His Summoner was parked in the main lot at Vin Drin Lap Coast Guard station, having disrupted a lot of regular traffic along Highway One to get here, (though none of the posted speed limits).

"Her answer would be 'kill the assassin'." Evelynn Mosovich answered.

"Precisely.  Your plan does not work."  the Jade Falcon officer crossed his arms, "I have brought interrogation specialists.  Remember, it is in my interests, and my Clan's interests to get to the bottom of this and keep your duchess alive for as long as possible."

Evelynn looked over at Commodore Li.  "What do you think?"

"We can still revert to my plan as long as the suspects aren't dead or crippled after." Li said.  "I get to assign observers, medical personnel, your people don't do anything so invasive that it can't be undone."

"Agreed." Nathan nodded.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 22:47:14
24 hours to bring someone who may not be in the same solar system. :)

One thing Victor is good for, is knowing how to motivate people.  an unreasonable deadline is one more tactic.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 16 January 2020, 23:12:54
"Then I decide if the mission had merit or not." Victor stated.  "If it did, no harm, no foul." then he smiled, and his smile could cut glass.  "If I determine it did not, or if I have any questions regarding the validity, or if I determine that I'm being handed patsies or scapegoats, I will use assets I know to be loyal and reliable to purge the entire Lyran Intelligence Corps until I get satisfactory answers and explanations."
Cylons working with Quintus Allard and/or Alex Mallory?

They're screwed and, they know it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 23:17:51
Coast Guard Medical Labs, Spider Moon...

Liberator is working.  Elizabeth's rejection spectrum would normally be in the yellow-green spectrum, about average for a human being, a little bit resistant to transplants due to rare tissue types, but generally within the normal spectra.  I don't have to use as many auto-immune suppressors, in fact, since closing the patient, I haven't had to use any.
 
Dr. Huyn is wasted out here, she's brilliant in and of herself, and it is a pleasure to work with her.  Clinicians are not like other Scientists, and she is a sterling example of a true Clinical Scientist-not just her ability to be dispassionate when discussing work, but her ability to retain compassion for her patients.  She reminds me in many ways, of my own mentor.

except...this time, I am the one doing the mentoring, and we are breaking new ground in the medical field.

The Liberator molecules tuned to build nervous tissue have reconnected the patient's spinal cord, there is no evidence of scarring thus far.  nerve sheaths in the patient's brain are being restored, undoing years of degradation.  The changes to the white matter portions are minimal.  Bone restoration and organ replacements are going well, in fact, better than expected.  in a few months, aside from surface scarring, she likely won't be able to tell she was even injured.

brain activity is still high, while the patient is externally non-responsive, this is within expected parameters for someone who has regained the ability to go into shock.  We're keeping her in a sedated state while her body works through the process of detoxifying from half a decade of hard drug use.  Opiate Addiction, which in the case of Her Grace, was a requirement to merely remain functional, is severely damaging to a variety of systems in the body.  While we're at it, we've tried experimental cleanses of those organs we did not have to outright replace, and incorporated 'moving frames' and direct stimulation to maintain, or in some areas, restore, lost muscle tone.

I am using fitness standards written for Trueborn 'mechwarriors as my baseline.  Liz will never be able to wear a neurohelmet, subtle changes to her brain's structure and chemistry will cause 'feedback phenomena', the single worst-case disqualifier for potential 'mechwarriors, but if she chooses to join the 'warrior classes' there are other options in the Inner Sphere than operating a Battlemech.  Her natural build and size suggest that among the Clans she would have been channelled into the aeropilot sub-caste at any rate, and once we've finished the remodeling of her physiology, cleaned out the damage from years of drug use and abuse, and restored full functionality, well..

...I'm very good at my job.

Natalie, the Gina working on this with us, has suggested further modifications, and I am inclined to support her in the interest of science, however, Mai is a good Clinician, and has brought up reasonable reservations about altering the Duchess further.  and those ARE reasonable reservations.  a better option may be to take a giftake from Elizabeth.  Our work has not rewritten her genes, we just repaired the damage and created a workaround to halt the progression of her syndrome.  Healthy offspring will require modification at the pre-natal level.

I will ask Etienne's advice on establishing a project to purge the Cholmann's defect from the Ducal line utilizing Iron Womb technology.  It might give him something to publish.

My patient will be in a medically induced comatose state for the next month.  That will be sufficient time to finish repairing the minor damage she has accumulated from years of hard drug use and physical self-abuse.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 16 January 2020, 23:42:36
Nice, I love how you capture the different character's "voices"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 16 January 2020, 23:59:50
Somewhere else

"You don't forgive people who deserve it, that would be redundant."  Not-Penny said, and met Elizabeth's glare.  "that's what you said, isn't it?  Then you named the knife forgiveness.  How hypocritical is that?"

"very." Elizabeth said, "one more point on my being irredeemable."

"I don't believe that." not-penny told her.

The debate continued...

[out of story]

work night, I can't even finish this scene. [/out of story]
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 17 January 2020, 04:12:12
No worries... we'll read it whenever you post it...  :)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 17 January 2020, 04:44:42
Actual doctor (physician) here... albeit only versed in early 21st century medicine...


There may or may not be dependence on the various drugs Liz has been on - dependence could be viewed as being on 3 levels (at least!)
(1) physical addiction (brain physiology)
(2) psychological addiction/dependence (brain function)
(3) physical dependence other than in the brain


A fun thought/idea with this tech might be to look at the injuries received by Horatio Nelson and how they might have been fixed both the ones he took prior to Trafalgar and those at Trafalgar. There is a good chance that even with modern medical technology he would not have survived his injuries at Trafalgar (again, "modern" meaning 2020) although I have friends who are Royal Navy doctors who I think would like to try!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 17 January 2020, 05:07:54
Sudeten - Federated Commonwealth (Jade Falcon Occupation Zone)

With a population above two billion and an industrial economy Sudeten was one of the more important worlds to have fallen into the hands, or talons, of Clan Jade Falcon. The Lyrans and later the Federated Commonwealth had considered it important enough to garrison it long-term with the famously skilled and tactically brilliant (and therefore expensive) mercenary company known as the Gray Death Legion, but even they had been unable to hold the planet against the overwhelming edge in weapons technology held by the invading clans.

To give the Gray Death credit they, like the Kell Hounds, had managed to greatly upset clan thinking regarding the military competence and staying power of 'stravag mercenary scum', a change in perception reinforced still further when they actually manged to defeat the Jade Falcons at Pandora. That was little comfort though as after being established there for over a decade the Gray Death had considered Sudeten their home.

Now it was home to the Falcon Guards instead, though the elite of clan Jade Falcon were no longer quite the force they had been only a handful of years before. The successor state militaries had ground the clan down, Twycross being a particular disaster, even before the heavy losses taken to the ComGuards at Tukayyid, and such were the casualties that even freebirth warriors that might have been otherwise available for garrison duty on other worlds were having to be recruited into front-line formations. Plugging gaps with Solahma units helped but they tended to lack equipment, and in the minds of traditionalists the skills of younger, fitter, more capable personnel, which was why the Jade Falcons had no choice but to accept the increasing presence of Steel Vipers in what they still considered their territory.

Then even worse the "Not-Named" had started randomly dropping large bunker-busters, and later the occasional fuel-air-explosive bomb, on worlds that would have been previously considered safely behind the lines. Commando-style raids, and of course sporadic native resistance, had already been a problem but those could be dealt with by mere infantry, or at worse conventional mechanized units. Unfortunately sudden aerial bombardment that occurred with no real warning made a column of APC's a juicy target not a solution.

Keeping stars of aerospace fighters aloft over important installations as a means of persuading the Not-Named to keep clear, or else having a warship in orbit which could quickly strike down a jump-capable dropship interloping nearby, seemed to act as an effective deterrent. However even the clans didn't have the vast assets of capital ships that the Star League Navy once boasted, and nor did they possess a huge reserve of spare omnifighters just in case they had to undertake a endless CAP over towns on dozens of worlds. As a result in order to both keep a strong grip on their conquests, and protect their logistics chain, they had to strip down the defences of some worlds to bolster that of others.

That shouldn't have been a problem for Sudeten of course. As the current base of the Falcon Guards themselves even a scaled back military presence was considered more than adequate to persuade any opponent to go looking for an easier target. This line of thinking however presumed that the opponent did not regard the more difficult target as one that was more attractive for strategic reasons, if you are trying hard to make a point make it loudly

One of the advantages of possessing a massive edge in strategic mobility, and no need to divide forces to defend multiple locations, was that a military force so-blessed could achieve local numerical superiority even when they were, at face value, horrifically outnumbered.

As a matter of courtesy the SLDF-in-Exile had prepared a written apology to be delivered by Raptor to the Gray Death at their new home on Glengarry before news could reach there that Clan Wolverine had just bombed the hell out of their old one. It also offered transportation, with a warship escort no less, to the Gray Death if they ever wanted to have a go at retaking the place.

On heightened alert in case the Not-Named were stupid enough to attack Sudeten the binary of omnifighters currently aloft over the main continent of Dargoth immediately noticed the arrival flash caused of one of the so-called 'Raptor' craft that the 'annihilated' clan used.  One point of two omnifighters immediately changed course to intercept leaving the others to control their patrol in case this was simply a diversion while other aerospace fighters not already in the air were being scrambled to assist.

It wasn't a diversion however it was just a reconnaissance mission which preceded the arrival of a much larger force than the Jade Falcons had planned for.

A warship jumped into the system, the destroyer/carrier hybrid SLS Yukon appearing behind one of Sudeten's two moons and starting to launch fighters as soon as it arrived. The warship's IFF system loudly squawked that it belonged to the Star League and was a part of the Touman of Clan Wolverine whereupon every Jade Falcon vessel in the system reacted with various strong emotions running the gamut up to 'freaked-out' as soon as the news reached them.

Simultaneously the Olympian Class carrier-dropships Zeus and Poseidon, scaled up Titans designed to fight in the the Cylon war and each carrying another thirty-six fighters apiece, jumped into the atmosphere of the planet high above the ocean and started disgorging their own squadrons as they dived closer to the ground.

Once they got their act together the Jade Falcons responded to what they saw as the immediate threat and scrambled everything they had at the great mass of fighters that had formed up with the Olympians and was now coming screaming in across the ocean, approaching the main continent Dargoth as they aimed themselves towards the capital.

The Wolverines waited until they were sure the Jade Falcons were fully committed and then the fifty Kirghiz jump-fighters that Yukon had deployed jumped in behind the multiple Falcon aerospace binaries that were heading for the Olympians.

The Great Sudeten Green Turkey shoot had begun.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cawest on 17 January 2020, 11:28:50
The Great Sudeten Green Turkey shoot had begun.


I love it!!!!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 12:06:16
Somewhere Else (continued from last post)...

A multitude shouted in slow motion.  It was like being high.

"you can still elect to die. You certainly seem like you want to."  not-Penny whispered. 

Liz dangled her toes in the water, trying to ignore Not-Penny.

"Come on, Lizzie, respond to me!"

instead, elizabeth leaned back on the loamy, rocky beach, and stared at the slightly yellowed blue of the sky.  "I don't want any of it." Elizabeth said.  "I never did.  but I ended up having to take it.  The great failure of revolutionaries and tyrants from Sulla to Kerensky, is they never made consideration for the world they leave behind.  The best they manage, is planning for their heirs, one or two steps removed, and most of them don't think that far ahead.  I win, when they figure out they don't need me, or anyone like me."

"they will always need someone, Liz." Not-Penny said, and the scene changed to somewhere Elizabeth had never been.  "see? the Hall of Khans, on Strana Mechty." Not-Penny told her, "An ostensibly merit-based society, see their gods?"

"False gods." Liz said scornfully, "Still, they're dead, made up from half-remembered rantings."

the Clanners were shouting and one passed through her.

"Reason can prevail." Elizabeth said, "they're a hothouse society, they can't hold it together." she sneered.

"Oh...and here?"

somewhere else, but Liz recognized the robes of Comstar.  "They claim to reason, but this is worship, their twin gods Blake, and Toyama.  Are they a hothouse too, Liz?  In the absence of God, man raises his own idols, Icons, and god-kings."

"It's ignorance." Liz sneered, "it can be beaten with reason, the falsehood exposed, when people know the facts, they don't fall for the chicanery!!"

"Reason, burns away." Not-Penny said, "only faith can endure."

she was standing on a world, in a city, as the world exploded.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 12:40:03
comm room, Hue...

"...very badly.  almost as thorough a destruction as Kai Allard-Liao visited on the Falcon Guard at Twycross.  We have lost an entire Star of warships as well."  Marthe Pryde was admirably calm.  "The news grows darker yet.  The Ghost Bear Khans report that mysterious ships have been seen.  I would ask that you show this image to the Lyrans and inquire whose it is."

(https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/w/images/thumb/2/28/Basestar.jpg/275px-Basestar.jpg)

"I will ask.  what is the context?"

"Attacks in territory held by Clans Ghost Bear, Smoke Jaguar, and Nova Cat, the attacks were...dishonorable, no effort to prevent civilian casualties was made, and in the cases of Richmond, Thule, Tarnby, Idlewind, and Schwartz, thermonuclear devices were fired on garrisons inside major cities.  the death toll is in the millions.  On Thule, Ghost Bear troops managed to repel a ground assault, and we have images."

(https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/w/images/thumb/c/c0/Centurion_pair.jpg/300px-Centurion_pair.jpg)

"Those are not the models I have grown accustomed to seeing." he allowed, "They appear more...primitive."

"according to the Ghost Bears, they were no tougher than men in light powered armor, but there were a lot of them, and they  swarmed, fighting in masses, heedless of casualties beyond the most basic attempt at using cover.  they were accompanied by larger units, similar to a very small 'mech."

"I will find the facts." Morgan Icaza said, "So I swear, this enemy will be identified, that they can be properly punished!!"

"Seyla.  Where is Nathan Roshak? I would speak with him." Marthe asked.

"He is pursuing his duties, OvKhan."

"I see.  Have him  message me for further instructions.  Honor Thy Clan."

"Seyla."  the connection closed.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 13:53:54
Somewhere Else...

she burned, but she didn't feel it.  "So? an act of unreason is not proof you're right, it's proof you're wrong."  Elizabeth's fist clenched with rage.

"mankind is made to fail, Elizabeth." Not-Penny told her, "Always to fail, a prototype step on the path to perfection in god's eyes."

"We don't need god.  we do not need god, or gods." Elizabeth countered, "They need us."

Not-Penny quailed as Elizabeth's will extended, smothering the scene.  "I know who you really are." Liz said, "you've made a serious error."


Somewhere Spinward of the Draconis Combine...

"...I know who you really are, power levels are dropping in section 244A921 data feed corruption at twenty two percent and rising...you have made a serious error...darkness. Contact Lost. End of Line.

The Four and the Five looked at one another, and then at the One in command.  "what was that?"

then the Hybrid spoke again.  "new line, god does not play dice with the universe, hydrogen fusion initiated, end of line."

in the basestar's weapons bay, the warheads went active-all of them. simultaneously.

New Line...it is by reason alone we pay tribute to god...let there be Light.

detonation.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: werehawk on 17 January 2020, 14:07:47
Somebody tried biting off something a bit beyond his capacity to deal with.

I wonder if they realize just how badly they fracked the pooch in trying to not so subtly influence Liz to their nihilistic style of viewing humans.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 17 January 2020, 14:16:04
Model #13, Elizabeth Ngo series :drool:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 17 January 2020, 15:46:42
Oops.  Too bad it didn't hurt those models to die this time.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 17 January 2020, 16:27:32
Sudeten - Federated Commonwealth (Jade Falcon Occupation Zone)

Having delivered it's payload of fighters the Wolverine warship SLS Yukon now had the job of keeping the naval assets of Jade Falcon focused in her direction. It accomplished this by emerging from behind the moon where it had arrived and broadcasting a deliberately bombastic and obnoxious battle challenge that she would take on all comers in the name of ilClan Wolverine, the Star-League-in-Exile and the rightful heirs to the legacy of Aleksandr Kerensky.

Needless to say when the Jade Falcon warships and their seething crews eventually arrived Yukon jumped out, mission accomplished. All the action that day was down on Sudeten, or rather just above it.

Ironically the Wolverine aerospace fighters which had been launched by the Olympian dropships against the Jade Falcons were sixty-ton Visigoths, the irony being that it was Clan Jade Falcon that had originally designed the things just over a century before. Although extremely numerous in the Toumans of all the clans which had invaded the Inner Sphere, they were even more prevalent among the Falcons leading to a situation where the majority of pilots on both sides in this engagement were flying the same fighters.

As to how the cursed Not-Named had obtained the design of a Jade Falcon omnifighter that had only begun production over a century after their supposed annihilation two disconcerting possibilities existed. Either, (a) the Not-Named had an industrial base so huge and advanced that they had been able to back-engineer, and then mass produce the things from one they had managed to get hold of since Operation Revival began, or else (b) they had been spying on the Clan Homeworlds for a very long time.

The only saving grace in the situation was that if the enemy was using the Visigoth and Kirghiz then presumably they couldn't have come up with anything better themselves.  Reason also suggested that although numerically superior in this engagement the enemy craft should be comparably armed and since the Not-Named pilots could not possibly match the skills of Jade Falcon pilots this was going to be a much fairer fight than it looked.

As it happens the Not-Named were actually under direct orders to make this fight look fairer than it was because they really didn't want to tip their hand any more than they had already.

Flying one of the lead Wolverine Visigoths squadron-leader Dexter Mooreland swore to himself that if any of the pilots under his command disobeyed orders regarding when to open fire with their particle projection cannon he would cut their hearts out Aztec style. One of the first pilots from New Circe to have faced the Cylons in battle years before he was now being given the honour of getting to add clanners to his impressive tally of kills. All he would need after that was to take out a few Dracs so that all of his ancestors, both original Wolverines and those rescued from the Richmond camps would be proud of him.

On the other hand killing Toasters was probably a better way to ensure you got laid in the Colonial City-State so transferring to a different theatre of war wasn't all good, he realised sadly.

Festivities began with a massive salvo of long-range fire-and-forget missiles from the Wolverines. Each Visigoth firing off a ripple of Colonial designed Lightning-Javelins, emptying the twelve-missile rack mounted on each wing. The Munchkins might not have ever developed the Directed-Energy-Weapons of the "Thirteenth Tribe" but by God, or perhaps 'by the Gods', they made great missiles and autocannons.

They might not have had much of a warhead but the Lighting-Javelin was intended to be used against Cylon Raiders which meant it was extremely maneuverable as well as hardened against much better Electronic Counter Measures than the Jade Falcons could boast. As a result the vast majority of the Lightning-Javelins struck their targets despite all attempts to evade them and although none of the Falcons were downed, and most sustained only minimal damage thanks to their armour protection, having the opposition hit them first was not a pleasant way to start a fight.

Clan Jade Falcon was the one who managed to score the next flurry of hits as the aerospace fighters tore towards each other. Those of their ranks armed with Extended-Range Large Lasers striking out at the Not-Named and scorching the wrath of the clan into the armour of the enemy without immediate response.

Discipline had stopped the Wolverine Visigoths from opening fire with the single LRPPC mounted in the nose of each of their craft as soon as they entered effective range. The orders said not to open up until they should be mistaken for being merely Clan-standard ERPPC's instead, that was a surprise best left for another day.

Seconds later when the two-way volley of particle-projection-cannon fire began a detailed statistical analysis would have concluded that the Wolverine PPC's were hitting more often on average and causing more damage when they did than the Jade Falcon ones, but in all the chaos it just looked like the Wolverines were getting more lucky.

One thing that was obviously not a matter of luck was that when the Jade Falcons launched a salvo of their own inferior long-range missiles the Wolverines successfully shot masses of them down before they could hit anything. That was the thing about fighting a war against the Cylons, the Wolverines were used to battles in which they faced off against hundreds, even thousands of Raiders and Heavy Raiders which constantly spammed missiles at you in lieu of having lasers or PPC's of their own.

Every Wolverine aerospace fighter was fitted with a laser Anti-Missile-System, and although by the standards of most people in the Inner Sphere or the Clan worlds this was going to be an epic furball, from the perspective of the pilots of 'Wolverine Battle Group Yukon' who had spent years now tangling with the Toasters this was likely the smallest air-battle they had ever been in.

Increasing amounts of autocannon fire began to add itself to the lasers and PPC's as the ranges continued to close. Judging by how soon they started to score effective hits at least some of the Not-Named must be using LB X type autocannons, the Falcons surmised which meant, looking at the bright side, at least those particular fighters didn't have the Ultra autocannons that would have been increasingly dangerous as they neared the enemy. Conversely however at point-blank range against fighters that were already striped of much of their armour an LB X was absolutely vicious if firing cluster rounds but that was a bridge to cross later on if you were still alive by that point.

The Jade Falcons might have had theoretically better pilots, thanks to their use of the aerospace phenotype, but their Wolverine counterparts were the result of quite a lot of genetic engineering themselves and moreover for them being involved a huge confusing dogfight just meant it must be Tuesday. This disparity in practical experience resulted in it being a serious tactical mistake for the Falcons when they opted to try and mix themselves up with the first batch of Not-Named omnifighters before the Kirghiz's now pursuing them from the other direction arrived to reinforce the enemy.

Unfortunately for the Jade Falcons the Wolverine pilots were born in this briar patch.

Praying to God like a good Lutheran boy that everyone on his side in this was making sure than the Visigoth in front of them belonged to the Green Turkeys before they opened fire, Squadron-Leader Mooreland brought his own fighter around hard to get on the tail of a Scytha. Hoping that the rear-mounted lasers on the thing didn't cause too much of a problem he drew a bead on the target and opened up with the LRPPC and twin Medium Pulse Lasers mounted in the nose of his machine before adding in the weight of fire from the LB-5X-UAC's and additional Medium Pulse Lasers mounted on his wings.

That had been another order from on-high, don't fire the autocannons at double-rate at maximum range, and under no circumstances never fire double-rate cluster. We don't want the Clans to know that we have a working hybrid autocannon, we want them to think some of you have ultra autocannon and others the LB X, it should be chaotic enough that they don't notice as long as you don't make it blindingly obvious.

Naturally the Wolverine pilots had a simple solution for that. One fighter lights up the Green Turkey with normal ammunition at ultra rate-of-fire then his wingman hits him with cluster rounds at normal rate to try and score some critical hits. When you get on the tale of the next clanner ****** swap jobs.

Of course both of you are constantly blazing away with the LRPPC's and MPL's, that's what they're for.

Sluggish but heavily armoured, and mounting two LRPPC's instead of one, an LB X-5-UAC in each wing like the smaller Visigoth plus plus more MPL's, the fifty Kirghiz that arrived to join the fray came in hot just as attritional damage meant the phenomena of combat-loss-grouping was about to come majorly into play. Battered just a bit harder to start with by the uneven missile exchange and the more powerful LRPPC's the Jade Falcons were already bleeding, metaphorically and literally, and started to fall out of the sky in ever increasing numbers.

Even more egregiously to the Jade Falcons just when you thought you might have a sufficiently damaged Not-Named Visigoth in your talons the coward activated his jump-drive and flashed out. Only the handful that must have sustained damage to their ridiculously tiny jump-drives, and absorbed the necessary amount of abuse to bring them down ever actually crashed and of those all but one of the pilots ejected.

Eventually some of the Falcons flying omnifighter types that could readily outrun a Visigoth, and easily outrun a Kirghiz, turned tail and made a break for it. Each had a few Lightning-Javelins sent after it as a goodbye gift but none were brought down, just shaken up a bit more.

Now it was time for the next stage of the operation. Spend a while bombing and strafing anything that belonged to Jade Falcon on the planet before leaving, while trying to avoid anti-aircraft fire.

If the Falcons had been hoping to learn anything from the downed Wolverine pilots they were disappointed because a Raptor jumped in to pick them up. Meanwhile any crashed Wolverine omnifighter was thoroughly blasted by concentrated laser and PPC fire by one of the Olympians then subsequently bombed to tiny smithereens.

One of the pilots the SAR Raptor picked up wasn't a Wolverine, although it was a Wolverine that carried her unconscious body aboard. Unlucky enough to be flying one of the Visigoths that was shot down, in his case due to a very unfortunate hit taken from a Scytha mounting a massive Ultra AC/20, Dexter Mooreland safely ejected and found himself landing next to a small farm mere seconds before an ejected Jade Falcon pilot did likewise nearby.

Ignoring the spectacle of the aerial battle going on above Mooreland sprinted to the other downed pilot, arriving just as they were getting up and pulling off their neurohelmet.

Usually not one to punch a woman Mooreland decided it was his duty under the circumstances and given that he had about twenty centimetres in height, and an even more disproportionate edge in overall muscle mass on the Falcon, she had just about enough time to register his presence and look suitably distressed before he flattened her with a right cross.

As Mooreland later threw the unconscious Jade Falcon into the back of the Raptor sent to pick him up the craft's own pilot turned in his chair to take a look. "Cute" he observed. "You planning on putting a ring on it or a bondcord?" he joked as Mooreland climbed inside himself and reached up to slam the hatch closed.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 16:54:30
Somewhere Else

"They almost had you."  The woman that...vaporized Not-Penny was almost androgynous,  flanked by a savage-looking woman on one side, and a handsome man on the other.

"Who are you supposed to be?"

"Well, if that was a devil, I'm your guardian angel.  If it wasn't, they sure as hell were trying hard to be one.  This is it, this is the last task I've got. after this, I'm kaputsky.  no more interventions, no last nanosecond saves, you're back on your own.  This is going to cost me, Liz.  it's costing me everything I had left, and now, I won't make it back to my wife, so don't ****** it up. and if you pick up on a Belter busted for ferrying pirates, you get her out of prison and you hire her!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 17 January 2020, 17:05:15
hmmm... you know he doesn't like to be called that.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 17 January 2020, 17:11:29
+1 for the Turkey Shoot!  :thumbsup:

And... is that Nicky in the net??  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 17 January 2020, 18:02:31
Yup!  :-X
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nomad_345 on 17 January 2020, 18:44:41
So, have we ever gotten stats on those weapons and birds, and if we have can someone point me at them?
Because I really want to see what those things Stat out as.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 17 January 2020, 20:18:14
So, have we ever gotten stats on those weapons and birds, and if we have can someone point me at them?
Because I really want to see what those things Stat out as.

LRPPC - 6 Tons, 3 Crits, 18 Heat, 17 Damage, S 1-8, M 9-15, L 16-25

Compared to the Clan Extended-Range PPC the Wolverine Long-Range PPC  effectively gains a 9% increase in range and a 13% increase in firepower for a 20% increase in heat generation and more bulk. It hits a bit harder and starts hitting a bit further out.

If you want some fluff the basic idea is that both the Wolverines and the Snow Ravens took the former's Enhanced ERPPC as a basis for ongoing development after the "Annihilation" but while the Snow Ravens were thinking, more powerful, lighter and more compact (which they achieved) the Wolverines were primarily thinking more powerful, longer ranged. Going compact led to a developmental blind alley in terms of pushing the range out further and projecting a stronger beam.

There was an intermediate design between the Enhanced ERPPC and the LRPPC that the Wolverines came up with first, that being the "Improved Enhanced ERPPC" (in effect it was a bulkier, heavier CERPPC).  The Wolverines just kept going from there wanting the extra range and firepower.



As for the fancy autocannon:

LB 5-X UAC - 8 Tons, 4 Crits, 1 Heat, 5 Damage, S 1-8, M 9-15, L 16-24

It's basically a Clan LB 5-X made with a Colonial-designed breech and ammunition feed mechanism (in nBSG the point-defence-guns on Battlestars can really chuck lead and fire both normal rounds and flak). It pays for the ability to both fire at ultra rates and fire both regular rounds and cluster by being a ton heavier. It's more reliable than other ultra autocannons too, in terms of not jamming or shaking itself to pieces, but does have the "slight" drawback that if you hold down the trigger at maximum rate-of-rate for too long the barrel starts to visibly object and soon-after the gun itself stands a good chance of exploding when the next round chambered cooks off in the breech (the red hot glowing barrel before that occurs is best taken as a sign to stop shooting). Cylon Raiders are extremely numerous but pretty fragile by Battletech standards, ultra-rate cluster rounds shred them very nicely in short order (in 'Hunted Tribes' the Wolverines call Raiders "Skeet").

The Wolverine's Medium Pulse Lasers are... just regular Clan Medium Pulse Lasers. They simply copied the design. Decent firepower in a nice neat package you can stuff into otherwise empty crits once you've packed in enough ammo. :P

In terms of the omnifighters again they're really just pretty-much regular Visigoth's and Kirghiz's although they're fitted with nBSG jump-drives (5 ton Raptor FTL's for the Kirghiz, 3 ton Heavy-Raider FTL's for a Visigoth).

That help?

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 20:52:09
Vin Drin Lap...

The Clan method worked-after a fashion.  I hate giving them credit here, but I can't ignore what's in front of...heh...my eyes.

"Baroness, you're the acting Executive."  Commodore Li tells me.  of course I am, that's why I'm in here-Evelynn Mosovich, reserve officer in the AFFC wouldn't get within a kilometer of this room.

Evelynn Mosovich, Baroness Golden Lake, second in command to the Duchess and Ducal heir? that title gets a seat with the adults.

****** you, Liz, for putting me in this position.

It's all about the damn money.  I'm silent.  it's a good thing my face is ruined, they can't see the shock.  LIC's Station Chief on Melissia, apparently, has a problem with 'loyal supporters' being keel-hauled over their corruption.  Sonny's babbled mumblings dropped a name, and that name opened a lot of doors for the Data miners with Coast Guard's OCB, tied up more than a few cases too.

Tanadi LaRue on Inarcs has apparently been running quite the scam on behalf of her very good friends in the Brotherhood of Cincinnatus.

"Li, Bring Tanadi LaRue to Golden Lake."  I tell her, "And as many of her higher ranking friends as you can run down. take the leashes off, I'll sign the warrants myself."

And god have mercy on my soul.

"Where on Golden Lake?"

"I have a nice piece of land on Tiger Bluffs."

"Shouldn't you inform the Archon?"

"****** the Archon, this is family.  either bring them here, or I'll Send the 171st out to fetch 'em myself...now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment with a postholer.  this is conspiracy against the Realm, and attempted rebellion, we're going to make some examples."

I can't scream.  the medical implants aren't that good.  I can't show the anger, the fury.  my eyes don't tear because they're not human anymore.

Patrick would be ashamed.  Liz probably won't be happy about it either.  But they tried to kill...the closest thing I have left to family.  it's about time I started actually acting like her guardian.

"But the law, Baroness-"

"Whomever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool, or a coward. whoever can not take care of himself without that law, is both. for a wounded man shall say to his assailant, 'if I live, I will kill you, if I die, you are forgiven'.  such is the law of the jungle, the law these people have chosen.  an example of what lawless action brings, must be made. if you don't have the stomach for it, I'll see to it myself."

I'm cutting orders.  Deployment orders. 

Out on Tiger Bluff, a reviewing stand is going up.  in front of it, are gallows.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 17 January 2020, 21:10:54
Nice story update.    I wonder how Victor will react to the info about the PIC and the Brotherhood.    Who will he get the info first from  though? The LIC or Now look CG?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 21:13:50
Ducal Palace, Inarcs, on a lovely summer evening...

the assault came without warning-and it was an assault.  The Blackstone Highlanders on duty went down. It wasn't stun rounds this time, it was silenced bullets.  the ones in garrison found themselves isolated from their armories by tan-armored soldiers from Kowloon, their new combat suits bearing the flag of the Federated Commonwealth, the insignia of the Kowloon Volunteers, and a crudely stenciled grim reaper.

within the palace, chaos.  The Duchess of Inarcs herself was cornered by infantrymen who did not bother speaking english, she was dragged, bodily, from her reception celebrating her anniversary in office.  Several of her guests were likewise rudely collected by tan-armored Centurions.


LIC station Melissia...

There was no warning, no radio call.  Surveillance systems and perimeter alarms simple stopped working  The soldiers that stormed the rather posh offices were a mix of men and machines.  They knew who they were after.  Staffers were darted, not shot.  the Loki Detachment was taken apart by up-armored Cylon Centurions and protectively armored human troops.  The assault teams collected the Station Chief, three of his senior subordinates, and a civilian official, and took them to the roof, where a Raptor waited.  it vanished with a thunderclap heard halfway cross the city.

Main Street...

The Duke of Main Street was awakened by the sound of gunfire and boots.  He got to the window, to see his Senior military advisor being dragged from the palace in handcuffs by a quartet of hulking, tan things.


and so it went.  For the next forty eight hours, men with little to no obvious connection were abducted by assault teams, sometimes in broad daylight, often in front of witnesses. when in front of witnesses, the words "You are bound by law" were heard.

Important, prominent people were being taken, often from offices or beds, sometimes from the beds of lovers, sometimes from the offices of those they were supposed to be overseeing.

Resistance, when it occurred, was brutally dealt with.  The Reapers of the Kowloon Volunteers employed violence with a sort of ruthless competence mixed with surgical precision.

that was what they were called in the press, anyway, 'The Reapers'.

calls to the Archon-Prince soon followed...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 17 January 2020, 21:29:04
 ;D awesome!  I can actually visualize the how 'The Reapers' would come in and apprehend the suspect!   Woo hoo!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 21:34:30
FCS Avalon, en-route to Kowloon...

"...Brotherhood of Cincinnatus.  We've got confirmation, we just need to decide whether to release the information." 

Victor nodded, "I want them arrested...hell, I want them gone.  what's the word from kowloon?"

"Their suspect is still alive, your Majesty.  Listen, we need to move on this, there's no telling when the slippery bastards will-"

Alexi Mallory spoke.  "It's too late.  They know."

"You can't be sure of that, we only JUST cracked-" General Stephenson was about to argue.

Alexi gestured to a viewer, "They know, and they're already taking actions."

Victor scowled, "Get me ahead of it...get me Evelynn Mosovich, those aren't Coast Guard troops."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 17 January 2020, 21:39:52
Is that the ArchonPrince getting nervous of what the 171st Volunteers doing and what the consequences are for the guilty?  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 22:15:57
Seventy Two Hours...

an emergence wave of significant size heralded the approach of the FCS Avalon into the Kowloon system.

By now, Victor had a list of Nobles, prominent businessmen, politicians and celebrities whom had been abducted by the Kowloonese.

It included several nobles in the Kowloon theater.

He also had Lt. General Jasper Zibler, but the man wasn't abducted, he was given a ride on a Coast Guard ship, and had free access to all the commo available.

Which gave Victor a pretty decent picture of just what was going on.  Zibler had effectively taken command after relieving Mosovich of her Military duties, and was acting as Governor, but the man was also directing additional abductions.

One cell, led to another, which led to another.  The financial trail was enormous, much of it embedded in the Lyran Civil Service, including LIC and the Lyran high command.

the shockwaves were already happening.  Katherine had already just barely slipped past an attack by Brotherhood members aboard her ship, the Indomitable, Peter, serving on Tharkad as Regent, was now waiting for replacement legs, the Rabid Fox team assigned to his security barely stopped an assassination attempt thanks to an early warning by the Precentor for the Lyran Alliance personally sending the warning.

at the heart of the conspiracy, Victor now knew, was Ryan Steiner, who decided that Free Skye was a dog that doesn't hunt, but 'pure' steiner blood wasn't.

Armed with this information, Victor boarded a Raptor shuttle from the jump-point, in formation with four more, manned by Rabid Foxes of MI-6.

The snap and flash meant the vast bulk of the FCS Avalon, too large for the advanced drives to work properly (though not too large to have full gravity decking, which made the whole trip here so MUCH easier) would have to wallow at newtonian speed if it wanted to reach the planet...three weeks from arriving.

For the Archon-Prince of the Federated Commonwealth, and his bodyguards, it only took a few minutes.

He landed at Vin Drin Lap airfield, and was met by the Coast Guard's Commodore Alicia Li.

"I'm sorry, your Majesty." were the first words out of her mouth.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for, Li." Victor said, "YOU didn't order this operation.  Where's General Zibler?"

she led him to the command center.

Zibler was absorbing status reports.

"Jasper, this better be a damn good explanation, we're on the edge of a ****** civil war."  Victor didn't bark.

"They're angry." Zibler said, "Let me rephrase, Vic, these people are pissed. It's not getting better as we bring in more suspects and develop more information either.  I'm...I'm trying to prevent a massacre, sir."

"Where's the Baroness? is she leading this massacre?"

"No sir, she's in a cell, under sedation. and under guard.  There's only one bright spot in this whole cluster-******."

"what's that?"

"Elizabeth Ngo isn't dead."  He motioned and a tech activated a monitor.  "She's...not dead, at least, not yet.  They're going to try waking her up.  that gives me arguments to try and keep some people alive."

Victor looked at the liquid Tank the Duchess of Kowloon was in, and the scarring between her small breasts.  the exit wound looked bigger before..

"Keep her under." Victor said, "I'm here. I'll keep some people alive, or let them be executed.  just keep the operations clean."

"Yes, your Majesty...you're sure, Vic?  These people don't ****** around with executions..."

Victor scowled, "It's my damned job now." he said, "Court of last resort, once all other appeals are exhausted.  is there anyone...and I mean anyone out of this mess you've collected who deserves a pardon?"

"Mosovich, most of her men..."

"I mean suspects, and let Mosovich out of the cell, Jas, I need her on her feet and doing her job.  This operation now has the Archon Prince's seal of approval."  He turned to Li, "get with my team, walk them through your investigation, show 'em your evidence.  the bastards went after my little brother and my sister. this isn't just your mission anymore."

"You're taking over sir?" Zibler asked.

"Yes." Victor confirmed.

"Can I get back to my unit then, sir?"

"No." Victor said, "I'll send for your unit to get back to you, LI, handle it."

"Aye sir."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 22:39:51
Kurultai, conference calling in Clan occupation zones...

"We must strike the not-named back!"  Khan Aletha Kabrinski was pale with rage...and grief.  "Millions of innocents were killed in that attack."

"We do not know it was them.  If it was, then they have become considerably stronger than they should be."  Marthe Pryde said.  she was calm, almost icy.  "your Clan's hatred of them is legendary, Aletha Kabrinski, we do not even know where their bolt-hole is!"

"If it is not the Not-named, who is it?"  Perigard Zalman of the Steel Vipers asked, "How would we find them? they strike without warning, like the Not-Named forces that scoured your own Clan's presence on Sudeten."

"The Not-Named did not target civilians."  Samantha Clees, SaKhan of the Jade Falcons, stated bluntly.

"That may have something to do with your rather sensible move of not garrisoning your forces in civilian areas." Vladimir Ward spoke calmly.  "very sensible move.  Has anyone else noticed, no nuclear weapons have been deployed against the Jade Falcon Clan? and now, they are the ones suggesting the Not-Named are not the ones nuking worlds in our corridors.  I find that...curious."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 17 January 2020, 22:45:01
"I mean suspects, and let Mosovich out of the cell, Jas, I need her on her feet and doing her job.  This operation now has the Archon Prince's seal of approval."  He turned to Li, "get with my team, walk them through your investigation, show 'em your evidence.  the bastards went after my little brother and my sister. this isn't just your mission anymore."

"You're taking over sir?" Zibler asked.

"Yes." Victor confirmed.

"Can I get back to my unit then, sir?"

"No." Victor said, "I'll send for your unit to get back to you, LI, handle it."

"Aye sir."
Regicide has always been a capital crime. And Victor doesn't have his own heir of the body yet.  >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 17 January 2020, 22:51:42
Regicide has always been a capital crime. And Victor doesn't have his own heir of the body yet.  >:D

It's not just that, before it escalated to that?  Victor set Dutchess Ngo to clean up corruption and improve the local defenses of the realm in her area.  That was his mission, she was under his authority.  And someone tried to assassinate her over it.  A direct challenge to Victor's authority as Archon Prince.

So things were bad, there was a reason he wanted heads on his desk in 24 hours, and the ones he could reach would do for a down payment if the ones responsible weren't promptly produced.

Then the idiots made a run at his family, and likely would have taken a shot at him if he wasn't on the Avalon when the balloon went up.  It went from probably treason and definite other capital crimes to an outright insurrection.  Whatever his political problems, Victor did well if presented with a more military issue, and this just escalated to one.  Fortunately he had some good people already working the problem, so he can just snap them up, tell them to keep doing this, and get his own people up to speed and lend the highest authority to their actions.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 17 January 2020, 23:15:22
Somewhere Else...

in dreams I walk with you.


Spider Moon National Laboratories...

"...thank you for letting me see her."  It's strange to hear a Star Colonel saying those words.  I watch him, as he approaches the support container.

"She can not hear or see anything, can she?" he asks.

"Nothing.  the sensory deprivation means we can use fewer sedatives to keep her unconscious while she's restrained and healing."

he lays a hand on the armored ferroglas containing my patient in a bath of nutrients and activated Liberator. "Too bad. when will she be physically viable?"

"another week or two would be nice." I admit, "We're almost done repairing the damage to her liver and kidneys, we ended up having to replace both of her lungs, the one that was not penetrated by the shot, was clogged with tar from tobacco and cannabis use, with precancerous polyps forming."

he stares through the glass at her face.  I can't read his expression.

"Can you go faster?" he asks, "I need her."

"She isn't yours." Mai says angrily.

I see a tear.  "but I am hers." he says.  "I need her back."

Clearly, there was a defect that slipped past Etienne's team when they were making this one...and I'm glad it did.

"We're working on it." Dr. Huyn sounds sympathetic now.

"What news from the Clans?" I ask.

He looks aside, "They are being attacked." he tells us, "The Wolverines on one hand, on another..?" he shrugs, "i have images taken by Smoke Jaguar and Ghost Bear forces.  This new enemy cares nothing for causing massive civilian death.  They have deployed thermonuclear weapons against surface targets inside cities."

"Unknowns?"  the Gina assigned to work with us asks.  "may I see them, Star Colonel?"

He produces the images.

she gasps in recognition.

"What?"

"Those...are familiar to me." she says carefully, "Not all Cylons went the same way when we were freed...those are Cylon designed ships, and the Mark 0005's are an older design of Centurion...one that hates humans with a passion."

"your people, but not your people."

"Put precisely, yes." she nods.  "Your enemies are also ours.  The division between us was...acrimonius.  I knew the Ones would...were looking into the Inner Sphere.  I did not think they would start attacking populations again." She met his eyes, "Those Cylons are also fighting the Wolverines, if they are here, it can only mean they have found an advantage against them."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 18 January 2020, 05:31:52
It strikes me Victor is now actually in the safest place he could possibly be in the entire FedCom…  ^-^

I'm sure Evelyn is going to have some choice words for Zibler when she sees him again, but I think she just might forgive him, being that he kept on with the operation...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 18 January 2020, 09:18:11
FCS Avalon, en-route to Kowloon...

"...Brotherhood of Cincinnatus.  We've got confirmation, we just need to decide whether to release the information." 

Victor nodded, "I want them arrested...hell, I want them gone.  what's the word from kowloon?"

"Their suspect is still alive, your Majesty.  Listen, we need to move on this, there's no telling when the slippery bastards will-"

Alexi Mallory spoke.  "It's too late.  They know."

"You can't be sure of that, we only JUST cracked-" General Stephenson was about to argue.

Alexi gestured to a viewer, "They know, and they're already taking actions."

Victor scowled, "Get me ahead of it...get me Evelynn Mosovich, those aren't Coast Guard troops."


These 171st aren't Coast Guard troops, they're historical reenactors... I mean, it so happens that they are all veterans of the Coast Guard or Militia special forces/SWAT but this? this isn't an assault rifle and full tactical kit, it's a replica assault rifle and tactical kit, an excellent reproduction, don't you think?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 January 2020, 10:34:22
Federated Commonwealth reservation Vin Drin Lap, Kowloon...

"...getting cooperation with the Clans??"  Victor was aghast.

"Jade Falcons." Evelynn said, "Look, it cracked this case.  Roshak, for some reason, didn't want to have to defend the city right away."

"Oh, right the terms..."

"We've been getting a lot of good intel on what's going on with the Clans as a whole thanks to that city." Alexi Mallory noted, "Coms intercepts especially, including taps on their 'secure' lines of communication.  It's like bugging West Berlin during the end of the 20th century...and my analysis guys have reason to believe Roshak might end up Defecting."

"Huh? really?"

"Not for the scandal-monger types, but he and Liz had a...special..? relationship."

"Special like how?" Victor asked, curious.  Then he looked at his intel chief, and the man shook his head.

"You didn't read all the domestic reports, Highness?"

"I don't have time-"

"This one would qualify as a foreign intelligence report as well."  Mallory suggested.

"She's ****** him." Evelynn said, "Or was.  They were. Frequently.  I guess making up for lost time and paying it forward-Trueborns have contraceptive implants, so pregnancy risk is low, but she has him wrapped around her little finger."

"Excuse me?"

"it's an open secret that Elizabeth Ngo was riding a falcon three nights a week.  It started after that little sport mock-battle that netted us fifteen Clan Scientists."  Mosovich explained, "I would have preferred she picked someone local, but the risks to her health are pretty severe if she gets pregnant, so..."

"Did she even remotely consider the political implications of sleeping with the enemy?" Victor asked.

"It's Elizabeth.  Your Great Uncle Frederic had more subtlety...or at least, more Discretion."

Victor was nonplussed, "And why is the first time I'm hearing about this?"

"Because you didn't read the carefully prepared reports from our Domestic section, your Majesty? Sometimes that stuff is actually significant. it isn't all covert assassination plots and troop movements."

Victor looked to General Zibler, "Jas, what do you know about this guy?"

"Well, he's a poker player." Zibler said, "he offered troops to conduct the raids with, which we politely declined, he challenged the declination and we played blackjack, which Private Hannity wound up winning, I had to get a loan through our credit union to pay off my losses to that little card-counting bastard, so they're staying in their enclave 'unless or until requested', except for Roshak, who's currently either on his way to Spider Moon, or there, or on his way back.  He's there to visit Elizabeth, though his official reason is to see if our people can identify some UFO's that have been bombing the snot out of Clan assets along the periphery."

"the nuclear attacks on Ghost Bear and Smoke Jaguar holdings." Victor filled in himself, "I do read reports, Alexi.  Those attacks are why the Fleet is staying on-station instead of kicking off Operation: Bulldog. we don't know who it is."

"Yet." Mallory said.  "We know the Wolverines have been kicking the door in across the occupation zones, but those are conventional attacks with surgical strikes-except at Sudeten, where it was a full-court naval push."

"but no nukes."  Victor added.

"No Nukes." Mallory agreed. 

"There's some confusion in the ranks over not taking advantage of that." Zibler noted.

"I know, Kate's champing the bit to kick off the Jade Falcon front, but there's a bit of advice my Dad gave me." Victor said, "he told me to look two times more than normal when someone does something that gives me a strategic edge.  Said it's a trap, said 'the enemy of my enemy is not my friend, they are my enemy's enemy. nothing more, nothing less'.  I look at this mystery force, and that's what my mind goes back to. Sometimes you have to make sure the Gift Horse isn't rabid."

"ahm, Sirs, ma'ams?" a young looking Coast Guard enlisted man walked up, "We know who the mystery force attacking the Clans on the coreward border is.  They're gonna know it too, once Roshak reports in."

"Who is it?"

"Cylons, sir.  Apparently when the ones we know came here, they were a dissident group-we knew that already.  Looks like, according to Gina-Kowloon101, aka 'Natalie', the main body of the Cylons is fracking around on the coreward-spinward side of the Inner Sphere.  Nick Chopper at Spider Moon, and Jack Slash confirmed it from the refit factory at Camp John-these guys hate humans, and have a lot of assets, they've been fighting the Wolverines since the Thirties, one of the reasons our Cylons broke from 'em was that those Cylons wouldn't let it go."

"Those are Liz's bodyguards...didn't Jack take an AP round straight through him?"

"Chassis download, sir.  he was in range of a factory server, he took the hit and was immediately downloaded into the queue for a replacement body.  Artificial Intelligences are weird that way. he's still in the custom shop getting the upgrades worked in."  Alicia explained.





Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 18 January 2020, 12:02:35
+1 for Maxim #29, and +1,000 for it being Hanse who told it to Victor...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 January 2020, 12:18:03
Jade Falcon classified Traffic HPG to Clannet...

Nathan did not expect to see the Khans of the Clans...all of them, linked into the feed when he logged in.

"I know who these unknowns are." he said, "At least, who the Lyrans believe them to be. The rumors of alien artificial intelligences are true. The drones you fought, Aletha Kabrinski, have a name-they are called 'Cylons', and the faction of Cylons attacking the Occupation zones are intent on the subjugation and extermination of the human race."

"Killer Robots from outer space?"  the Coyote Khan scoffed. "you are joking, Star Colonel Nathan Roshak, surely, quiaff?"

"Neg.  I am not joking, this is not a jape.  The Cylons are artificial intelligences created by some lost colony somewhere in the spinward reaches beyond the Inner Sphere, they exterminated the bulk of their creators, and now, the main faction of them are seeking to make war to exterminate the remainder of the Human race.  The faction of them that is in contact with Kowloon, and thus, the Inner Sphere, are opposed to that objective, making them dissidents, and effectively refugees.  Cylons are capable of self-replication, they are von neumann machines.  Units killed do not stay killed, and can transfer their program to another chassis."

"Why have they not done more, then?"  Vladimir Ward asked. "Why have they not attacked more targets, more often?"

"Because they are fighting a war on another front." Nathan explained, "The Not-Named have been fighting them for close to twenty years, my source for this, is not the Not Named, though they hinted at it during the Kiribati meeting.  My source, is a Cylon."

a group of technicians wheeled in a roller table covered in the parts of Jack Slash's body.  "This was one of Elizabeth Ngo's personal guards, her..'carers', designate Jack Slash.  Jack Slash is currently on duty, in a new, upgraded body.  The Cylons do not fear death, because they can personally learn from and adapt to tactics which defeat them, quickly, and reproduce numbers to fill ranks at a rate beyond the most ambitious breeding programs."

"There are...savashri, do the spheroids know what they are harboring if this is true?"  Khan Weston Cooper of the Snow Ravens asked, the older man looking genuinely alarmed, "Do they even comprehend the threat??"

"they do.  Nashan Enterprises and Ngo Industries are working on technologies to counter that threat, there are programs in place in the Federated Commonwealth Government to develop countermeasures and counters to those countermeasures...and they are disinclined to share their results with us." Nathan explained.  "To quote the Archon Prince, 'The enemies of my enemies are not my friend, they are my enemy's enemies, nothing more, nothing less'.  He then suggested that to change that status will require more than the collective Clan leadership are willing to offer, though he assured my representative that he will listen to what you are willing to offer.  I need something.  There is no way these 'successor states' can offer a true threat to these machines after the Not Named fall, they are too fractious, too disorganized, too disorderly, and too easily turned on one another, which is how the Cylons overthrew their creators in the first place."

Hall of the Khans, Strana Mechty.

... There is no way these 'successor states' can offer a true threat to these machines after the Not Named fall, they are too fractious, too disorganized, too disorderly, and too easily turned on one another, which is how the Cylons overthrew their creators in the first place."

The gathered Khans, both from the Homeworlds, and the Invading Clans, listened, and then, the Khan of Ice Hellion, Asa Taney stood.  "We need a new IlKhan." he said.  "If this is true, we need unity in the chain of command, both to fight these...robots...and to subjugate the Inner Sphere and gain the means to defeat them."

"Are you certain the Spheroids can not defeat them with their new 'star league', Nathan Roshak?"  Cassius N'Buta, Khan of the Star Adders, asked.

"it is a shaky alliance, Khan N'Buta, less than five years old, built in fear of us, if the Clan Threat disappeared tomorrow, the Successor lords would be at one another's throat in seconds.  as it is, factions within the Federated commonwealth have attempted a coup against the Steiner-Davions and attempted to assassinate Elizabeth Ngo as a threat to their corruption and power.  This new 'star league' will die in the crib if we let it."

"you sound unhappy about that, quineg?"  Khan Malavai Fletcher noted.

"The primary objective of Operation:Revival was the restoration of the Star League and imposing stability on its subjects and citizens.  This does not require the Clans to do more than remain a unifying threat to succeed-as long as we are here, powerful, and threatening, they will be unified.  The Crusade has achieved its primary goal-inter-house warfare has ceased, and the Star League council meets once again-but once the threat of the Clans is removed, they will fall back into old habits."  Nathan locked his hands behind his back, "Old habits like mass use of biological, chemical and thermonuclear weapons, old habits like targeting civilian population centers, technology and learning.  The burning of civilization, and the deaths of trillions...and an open invitation to the enemies of all humankind to invade and exterminate what remains."[/i]  he waited for the outraged comments to die down, before continuing, "After they finish with the Spheroids, they will come for the Homeworlds...and you have seen what one planet with the infusion of some Cylon technology has done to two large-scale incursion forces that incorporated Naval weapons platforms, and some of you have experienced what a small scale Cylon attack really entails.  Imagine that, but with the known physical resources of the former Star League behind it."

"This brings up the question of the Not-Named." Khan Ariel Suvorov of the Goliath Scorpions spoke.  "They are involved, could they be the source of these..'cylons', quineg?"

"Neg.  They lacked some of the technologies that have been developed since, and evidenced continuing signs of fear and caution when dealing with Elizabeth Ngo during the Kiribati island meeting.  They are a separate player, 'enemies of our enemy'." Nathan seemed certain of that.  "It has been suggested that they are following the Kissinger plan, that their attacks are intended to force a diplomatic engagement.  I suggested that it would take a considerably larger campaign to do such a thing as to overturn one of the bedrock principles of Clan Society."

"what would your strategy be, Nathan Roshak?" Marthe asked, "Just curious to see how my fellow Khans might react." she side-eyed the Ghost Bears.

"we want them to play by our rules, we offer them a trial of refusal for the annihilation, with the following stakes: if they win, the Trial is declared failed, flawed, and void-they have proven their right to exist.  If they lose, they give us the coordinates for their bolt-hole world or worlds, and Clans other than Wolf, which failed the first time, may bid for the honor of finishing the execution."  He smiled, "As you are aware, my Khan, I did not come up with this idea. it was suggested to me by one of the locals here. She also suggested that contingent on the offer, is a cease-fire, the Wolverines conduct no more surprise attacks until the trial is completed. The original vote was eighteen to nothing, those would be the odds I would recommend, were the Grand Council to adopt this position."

"ARE YOU CRAZY!??" Aletha Kabrinski shouted.

"As an officer, it is my duty to present options to the Command staff, it is not my duty to make those decisions in this case-I doubt the very idea is any more appealing to any of you, than it is to me. However, it is a possible, viable option, therefore, I presented it knowing full well it would be rejected, so that no-one could claim it had not been suggested." Nathan replied.



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 18 January 2020, 12:48:46
AND all the points ever for Roshak telling all the Khans Maxim #29!  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 January 2020, 13:40:10
Spider Moon...

"careful...breathe..."

Her Grace, Elizabeth Ngo, Duchess of Kowloon, proceeded to vomit her way out of the tank.

"t-t-this..suuucks..." she groaned.

Helpful hands lifted her to her feet.  she peered around the room, "The h ell? I'm alive??"

"you're alive, Your Grace...tell me, how do you feel?"

Elizabeth flexed her hands, and her arms..."pain's gone, new drug?"

"Experimental treatment, very invasive, your Grace."

"I thought I said no experimental medicine?" she glared at Dr. Huyn.

"The procedure has a strong chance of working, and you were in no position to object, since you did not lose life signs, your DNR on file was not acknowledged, we had to rebuild a lot of you."

"better job than they did on Mosovich."  the ex-Clanner doctor whose name Liz didn't remember very well, said from the side, "You will still need physical therapies for a while to regain normal function, but I think we can call this a qualified success."

"New heart?" Liz asked, "I remember i was spurting bright red..."

"New heart, new lungs, how do your feet feel? can you walk?"

elizabeth took a tentative step.  "Um, yeah."

"Your spine was severed, most of the time in surgery was spent rebuilding it, we'll have to run tests to see if there have been any motor function changes or alterations to your sensations in your lower body, but the autonomic functions were fully restored-we've already tested most of those."

"So I've been out of circulation for more than a month, huh? what's going on, I want status reports."

"Well..." Mai began.


Three hours of briefing later, while Liz is on the exercise machine being evaluated...

"...so what you're saying, is that i got shot, and everyone went blitz-raging nuts??" she was remarkably calm-sounding, though her heart rate and autonomics were showing acute distress.  "Evvie launched how many operations? we've got the bleeping Archon Prince on world??"

She stopped, halting the treadmill, "did anybody use their goddam brains-besides you guys?"

"Your grace, everyone used their brains.  The Brotherhood of Cincinattus is responsible for the assassination attempt, and the response forced them to reveal their hand when they were not ready."

"Precipitating one step shy of a ****** civil war while we're facing an invasion." Liz scowled, "Like I said, aside from you guys, did anybody think about what that would do?"

"Mmm...not really?"

she sighed heavily, "Clothes.  I need to get back to work, ****** this mess before 'temporary occupation' becomes 'permanent occupation'...Where are Nick and...did Jack make it?"

"Jack Slash is currently receiving new upgrades to his new hardware platform, Nick Chopper is currently on watch in the base command center." 

"Huh.  great, good great I mean. kind of inconvenient, but awesome on Jack getting a chassis upgrade. He probably deserves a raise...I need my clothes."

"You need to finish your examination, Your Grace.  we can talk about your attire after." Mai said firmly, "As your designated medical provider, I'm not going to sign off for your fitness for duty until we're certain there aren't undesirable complications."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cawest on 18 January 2020, 13:46:08
rock meet hard place  >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 18 January 2020, 13:48:42
And the docs get the last word again...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 18 January 2020, 16:02:09
Vin Drin Lap FedCom reservation, command center...

"She's awake, your Majesty."  Commodore Li reported.  "She's on her way here."

"She knows I'm here?"

"She was informed, sire." Li was calm, placid even.  "Estimated time of arrival, ten minutes, do you wish her delayed?"

"No." Victor said, "That won't be necessary.  Have Her Grace conducted here to the command post immediately on arrival."

"Aye sir."

For half a month, Victor had occasionally considered how this meeting would go, what to say, what to do.  Liz had kicked a hornet's nest that needed kicking, one he'd intended her to kick.  The plan had been flawed, she wasn't supposed to be a focus for a successful assassin.  He'd overestimated her security, he'd underestimated the level of corruption, he'd made a guess and it was wrong and she paid for it.

She wasn't going to die young, anymore-at least, that was their hope.

On a screen, translated through links between Kowloon and Skye, a commando team was storming Ryan Steiner's home.  the camera was in night vision mode, so he didn't see the glitter of Cylon armor or the shadows of the human troops with them.

the setup was horrifically expensive, he was burning through C-bills at a furious pace, monitoring this from this distance.

On other monitors, were helmet-cams.  The Rabid Fox teams were working with Coast Guard marines in this.  Steiner had been canny, moving from one location to another nightly, but not as canny as he should have been.

Tap, step, tap, step, tap, step...

Victor barely showed his surprise.  Elizabeth walked in wearing one of her characteristic suits, the cane she'd used practically since the age of fourteen in one hand.  "Your Majesty, I apologize for the hospitality." she said.

"It's fine.  I like some of your touches." Victor said, "those houses are built to AFFC bunker specs, but you managed to make them fairly nice, even domestic.  I like the touches."

She half-smiled, "Cheaper than maintaining a palace." she said, reaching his side.

"How are you feeling, Liz?" he asked.

"Sick of being asked that." she chuckled, "I don't hurt for the first time since I was ten.  It's weird, like being weightless, only without the nausea."

"You know, if this takes, you'll lose your exemption." he said.

"Five years mandatory. yeah." she said, "I'm...kind of looking forward to it, they didn't crash the economy or something while I was out."

"I want you here." Victor said.  "This is your place of Duty, Kowloon, this Theater, doing what you've been doing since '52...though I have to say I think your choice of men is atrocious."

"Nathan's sweet...in his own way." Liz said, defending the Jade Falcon Star Colonel.  "Besides, if it does work, I'll have agony-aunts worldwide hassling me about breeding a successor on one hand, and religious types insisting I need to be married off on the other, he solves both problems-nobody will be demanding a wedding, and he can't father kids with that contraceptive implant, but he still looks good on my arm, I find his company tolerable, and the sex is...was...amazing."

"Says the girl who was a virgin when she met the man?"

"Hey, the poets always say you remember your first best." she said defensively, "Anyway, the fix didn't fix my damn genetics, I'm not passing Cholmann's down another generation. no kid of mine is going to live with that death sentence on them."

"What if I told you he was doing something stupid?" Victor asked, "If i told you he was doing something suicidally stupid."

"why haven't you stopped him?" she asked.

"That's the answer I was looking for.  I won't ask if you love the man." Victor noted. 

"The world of Kowloon remains my primary interest, Sire." she said, "My people come first, afte that, the Federated Commonwealth, what is left of my family, the rest of the Inner sphere."

"And you?"

"dead last, it has to be that way." Liz stated. "To be a leader, one has to put one's people ahead of oneself, doing otherwise subjects those who look to us, to unnecessary peril and suffering, it's immoral. do you want me to break it off?"

"No." Victor said, "I don't.  Frankly, having met the man, I think he might be good for you, the man is sensible.  not just sensible for a Clanner, but intelligent, and if he's with you, I know where he is and what he's up to, because I know you'll jerk the leash on him and he'll follow it.  letting him roam as free agent? now that, could be bad for our side."

on screen, they had Ryan Steiner in cuffs and were shoving him into the bay of a Raptor.

"I will, however, be taking your 171st Volunteers.  I need them for Operation: Bulldog. we're going to liberate the Draconis Combine, and your people are about ready."

"Aye sir."

"And I'll be borrowing Evelynn Mosovich for this." Victor amended, "Any objections?"

"Only the standard ones you would hear from every family member of every serviceman ever, throughout all of time." Liz said, "I understand.  I don't like it, but I understand.  when are you and Omi going to stop dancing around it and get married?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 18 January 2020, 16:17:35
when are you and Omi going to stop dancing around it and get married?"
So, who gets to help Victor up off the floor after that one?

Because I assume Jack will he stopping Liz from falling over laughing.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 18 January 2020, 16:26:32
Since Victor is Archon-Prince and is currently putting down an insurrection to his rule, he won't be on the frontlines?   With the 171st going to Operation: Bulldog will they get first dibs on the deserters (clans) targets? 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nomad_345 on 18 January 2020, 16:51:03
LRPPC - 6 Tons, 3 Crits, 18 Heat, 17 Damage, S 1-8, M 9-15, L 16-25

LB 5-X UAC - 8 Tons, 4 Crits, 1 Heat, 5 Damage, S 1-8, M 9-15, L 16-24


thanks for the stats Hotpoint.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 18 January 2020, 16:54:09
Looks like the Volunteers are going to be on point for this one... not that they'd want to be anywhere else...  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 18 January 2020, 17:37:44
Hrm, well. Put a Cylon bodyguard on Morgan H-D so he doesn't get assassinated in the middle of Bulldog this time? Maybe make Evvie his 2IC?

ETA: Honestly surprised Liz didn't react to him saying they're going to the Combine first, and no mention of the Lyran worlds under occupation.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 18 January 2020, 17:55:16
There's already an operation planned for the Lyran worlds... this little assassination business just inserted a delay...
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 18 January 2020, 19:50:55
what year is the setting up to at this point? you stopped posting dates awhile back.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 19 January 2020, 01:41:37
what year is the setting up to at this point? you stopped posting dates awhile back.

We're almost in 3057.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 19 January 2020, 02:56:12
November 11, 3056...

The right honorable Ryan Steiner stepped out of the troop bay of a Coast Guard Raptor and into the glare of Kowloon's double suns, attired for court.  Not "courtly attire", but a proper suit nonetheless, aside from the handcuffs.  With him, were three lawyers from the Konbauer, Schriver, und Gloss (Gmbh), one of the most expensive law-firms in the Inner Sphere, much less the Lyran Commonwealth.

The Lawyers were not under guard, but they were here at the insistence of the Law.

A man might consider it a small concession, (or a very large one), to have the trial held outside of the Isle of Skye, on a world which had gained notoriety not eight years ago for being a classic example of official neglect and near-ruinous imposed foreign rule.

The presence of one of the justices of the Commonwealth Supreme Court as the judge for the trial could be imagined to be a sign of political desire to impress just how serious the charges were.

one might.  then again, one might consider that the Archon Prince was here as plaintiff, that Ryan Steiner was facing charges related to a domestic terrorist group, that his past associations with another terrorist group were well established fact, and that the world he had been brought to, had a certain...reputation.

and one might also suggest, that bringing him here, to Kowloon, whose Duchess was nearly slain by that same conspiracy, might be a bit prejudicial as to the outcome.

However one might wish to cover the subsequent trial, there is a single overriding fact;  The Kowloonese insisted on prosecuting after he had been found guilty on the conspiracy against the Crown, Rebellion, and Treason, before the sentencing phase.

Thus, why he was brought here, today, in a Coast Guard vehicle, attended by his legal team, to face a judge, and a jury of twelve civilian citizens after already being a convicted traitor.

Already under one death sentence, Ryan faced the potential for a much more gruesome fate, for Kowloonese Legal precedents include the Elbar Field Courts-Martials, and sentencing history that includes such warm, and fuzzy concepts as crucifiction, slow-drop hanging, and the use of the condemned as bayonet practice.

His conspiracy had included the attempted murder of Duchess Elizabeth Ngo, a girl half his age, with a fraction of his experience in politics, and she insisted on a Jury Trial.

Very quickly, motions for extensions were denied.  Motions for dismissal, were also denied.  A motion for dismissal on standing was considered, argued by the proscutor, and then denied.

this was all on camera, in front of the world.   The evidence phase was brutal, recordings, HPG messages, records, financial transactions and the vast bureaucratic debris left behind by a series of audits were presented with clear explanations and power-point projections explaining how the bureaucratic and financial institutions of the Commonwealth worked, and how they had been subverted and perverted to fund violent men doing violent things to civilians in order to compel the government to do yet more violent and brutal things in response.

The financial connections were drawn so clearly that even the carpenters, mechanics, housewives and janitors on the Jury were able to grasp this, in part thanks to four years of education being handed out without charge in exactly these matters.  The connection between terror incidents, financial theft, fraud, and electoral politics, and the connections from electoral politics to Inherited Titles was also drawn clearly enough for these average, mostly-working-class civilians to grasp what Ryan Steiner and his co-defendants had done, were in some cases still doing.

Thorpe sat in the audience, watching each day, as more and more things governments usually strive to hide, were brought out and exposed to the citizens on 'live' holo-vee, as forensic accounting was explained, as the connections were demonstrated.

"Jesus, Romo Lampkin wouldn't be able to get these guys off." 

By the 17th of November, it was time for the Jury to consider the verdict.

it took one hour.

"We the Jury, find the Defendants guilty of criminal misuse of office, of bribery, extortion, conspiracy to murder, conspiracy to property damage with the intent to cause Terror, with conspiracy to abuse of office, with criminal misuse of public funds, to embezzlement of public funds, to conspiracy to embezzle public funds, to fraud, to conspiracy to defraud investors, with conspiracy to defraud the public, with conspiracy to commit Treason against the government of the Commonwealth, to conspiracy to commit murder, to grand larceny, to conspiracy to obstruct justice on all counts, to conspiracy to murder civilians, to defrauding the government in wartime, to profiteering, to Extortion on all counts, to blackmail on all counts, to corruption of military officials on all counts, to perjury, all counts, contempt of Court, all counts..." and on it went, for nearly an hour, each count was listed off, or announced as 'all counts'.

The sum total sentence on the non-capital crimes exceeded 1000 years of prison time using the standard guidelines, with the first 'real' probation hearing being likely in 3165.

using standard Lyran Commonwealth sentencing guidelines.

but this is wartime.

and there were capital crimes as well.

"the Estimated death toll from secondary impacts of your little group of conspirators..." Elizabeth Ngo, the Duchess of Kowloon, said as she stood before the Magistrate and the defendants, "...is on the order of six hundred thousand civilian lives, per defendant, if we divide them evenly between the fifteen of you..."

she tapped her cane on the judge's box.  "Fifteen times six, is ninety. add six zeroes behind that.  Not quite a planetary scale, but it's awful close out here on the edge, it's a major city or two, at least.  of course, that's the direct casualties, not the indirect secondary impacts, and some of you-Ryan, have more than that body count to your name."

she snapped her cane against her palm.  "Not including me.  I specifically wanted to save that bit for if you got this far, because while Ryan Steiner has the highest body count, he was not the one who said, 'Hit Liz Ngo'.  At least, not directly.  Your cases have been heard. Your appeal, is sitting over there-" she pointed the stub end of the cane to where Victor Steiner Davion sat in the audience.  "-and he has found against you, rejected it, and left the ball for how to carry out sentencing, in my hands.  This is wartime, each of you are guilty of crimes against the war effort.  each of you are also guilty of crimes in the civilian world, totalling a rough thousand years of prison time, loss of your assets as forfieture, loss of title as well.  epic punishment for an epic pattern of crime, but..."

she sighed, "your machinations have harmed whole sectors of the Commonwealth, crippled the defenses, and indirectly led to the loss of an entire sub-state, the Tamar Pact, to an invader.  Your crimes have also crippled the nation's ability to respond to that invasion...and you felt no guilt.  I would wager you each felt it was your due, to do these things, to pervert the system for your own ends."  she leaned forward, cane braced between her hands.

"I ordered men hanged for rape.  that was a gang rape of a single  person.  what you have done, is to rape the whole of the commonwealth." 

she paused.  then, she reached into her pocket.

"one for you." she said, placing a small velvet box in front of Ryan Steiner, "one for you...you already have one, one for you..." down the line, "Those are yours. a keepsake for your heirs, now, let us all go outside, the execution of the sentencing will begin shortly."

"When?" Ryan asked, nervously.

"When I finish digging the holes." she told him, exchanging her cane, for a pair of workman's gloves, "It is unconscionable to ask a normal citizen to do a task one is not willing to do oneself.  Unable, perhaps, inexpert, perhaps, but merely unwilling? NO. that is wrong.  the harder and more traumatizing the work is, the more important it is to, whenever possible, do it oneself. I would never force a good man to do to another person, what I am about to do to you."

The defendants were led out into the sunshine on Tiger Ridge.  and gasped at the sight-of a post-holer, and a stack of fifteen bluewood stakes, three meters long, and a block-and tackle, set up with a pair of stirrups.

"Crimes by Officials are infinitely worse, than crimes by non-officials." Elizabeth recited at the top of her lungs, projecting it to the news media.  "An official is granted special privileges as part of their duty, in order to perform that duty and serve the citizens.  These officials have abused that authority, and that is unacceptable in a way that can only be equated to an atrocity.  Lyran Law forbids the use of cruelly unusual punishment for wrongdoing, it also enshrines the principle of proportionality.  Each of these fifteen people, taken together, have killed millions of Lyran citizens for their own gain, and when the additional harms are accounted, maimed tens of millions, deprived hundreds of millions of Justice, and enslaved hundreds of millions more to the invading Clans."

Ryan tried to kick her face when she fastened the stirrups to his feet, and struggled as the loop was passed over the sharpened end of the stake.

"This is proportional to your crimes." She announced, "As Duke of Skye, you held a special responsibility to the people you led, and to the people of the Commonwealth. This provided you with special dignities, special authorities, and you abused those authorities and relied on those dignities to protect you from the consequences of your actions.  You attempted to start a civil war when your misdeeds were uncovered."

she set her feet, and grasped the loose end of the block and tackle, passing it through one end of a winch.

"on Elbar, my people found the remains of three million citizens whose murders were committed under the color of law, with the intent to terrorize." she began to winch.  "Your crimes, when the damage is totaled, are worse than those of the men my ancestor impaled at Running Deer Mountain."  the butt of the stake caught in the hole, as the rounded point caught in the seat of Ryan Steiner's pants.

she stopped, and locked it at a shallow angle.  "Now, tell me why I should not keep cranking that wheel until your body is forced to a position of attention as you slowly die on the stake, Ryan.  Make it good, because I don't want to do this, so if you give me a good reason to stop, I will stop.  but if you don't, you will get the stake, and I will have one more nightmare added to my psyche...but nobody else will have to live with having done that to another human being."

His panicking mind latched onto the oddest things.  like the tears welling in her eyes, as she said, "Please, in the name of god, tell me why I can stop, tell me why I don't have to do this. give me a reason."

"p-please..mercy? I..I'm sorry.  I didn't realize..." he begged.

she unlatched the winch.  she unlatched the stirrups.  Two men carried the stake away and Ryan Steiner was allowed to stand up, on his own feet, to die like a man instead of an animal.

she shot him in the head instead.  Then, she shot the next one. and the next.  when her revolver ran out, she reloaded it, and fired until it was empty, and then,she reloaded it, and fired three more times.

Fifteen convicted traitors, and the news media caught it all.  "I am not Tran Truk Ngo." she said, "I guess that's reason enough."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 19 January 2020, 03:41:52
November 19, 3056...

She didn't do it.  I felt vindicated, in a sense.  I don't know if I would've, I know she prepared it, insisted on a fair trial, even insisted on presumption of innocence.  She made sure the legal teams dotted every i, crossed each t, obtained the legal precedents for extraordinary crimes, statistical equivalencies, estimated death tolls.  but in the end, her humanity won out, and it was seen by the media.

DBS and Skye Broadcasting showed close-ups of her face in the coverage.  everyone in the commonwealth watched as she put them to death herself, everyone in the commonwealth saw the tears and the despair, as she killed the people who tried to have her killed and nearly succeeded.

I know some people would call it her weakness.  But more saw it as strength, even a certain barbaric attraction.  Skye News called it 'Brutality tempered by mercy', and deemed her "Elizabeth the Inquisitor".  Coventry Broadcasting held a panel discussion with psychologists, suggesting she's damaged.

well, no shit.  The girl had her first kills at the age of fourteen, and not from a 'mech, or at a safe distance, anonymously.

Up close, personal. looking into their eyes, getting the blood on her face, on her clothes, on her hands.

She is still human enough, in there, to feel the horror and the grief.

I'm so damn proud of Liz for that-for keeping some shred of humanity alive inside herself.

She communicated the lesson well enough to the public and to other officials in this end of the Commonwealth;  Nobody is above the law, especially those placed in high positions, there are worse consequences than the standard guidelines if you get caught.

and worse still, are possible.

I have determined that Elizabeth Ngo's exemption from the Draft will stand, and have decreed it so-my excuse for this, is that she is in a vital position where she is, doing what she's doing for the Realm.  My private reasons are more complex.  The girl has had a constant stream of traumas, including almost dying in service to the Realm at an age she would be barely eligible to enlist with her parents' permission.

She damn near had a breakdown right there.  I was set to intervene when she was about to impale a man, but I didn't have to.

what came next, even when I sign the orders myself, I still have nightmares about.  Looking at her face, listening to her demanding a reason to be merciful, it was like hearing my own heart when I have had to make that call on the battlefield, sending men to die in the teeth of the guns.

She's strong enough, but you can't push someone like that to destruction without consequences, she's pretty close, but I've put people there who can maybe help her keep that shred of humanity alive, and I've actively prevented her from having to do worse and live with it...I hope.



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 19 January 2020, 04:13:21
Did the trial open at the 11th hour?  ^-^
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Post by: Cannonshop on 19 January 2020, 11:07:37
Tharkad, December 22, 3056...

"...how was the trip?"  Margaret Doons asked.

Liz sighed, "the crew were wonderful, the ship steady, the Transit Disorientation Syndrome made it hell." she said.  "How're you doing, Maggie?"

"Well...I'm concerned about you.  That action was very...graphic.  The news coverage was outright lurid.  Fifteen people."

"tacked on to three, that's only eighteen." Liz told her.  "Condit, Stoncipher, and some damned merc whose name I didn't bother to learn.  Everything arrived on time?"

"Yes, your installation team were their typical efficient selves, polite conscientious and done well before the deadline...is the treatment holding up?"

"Yeah." Liz said, "I've been clean for weeks now, no cravings, no shakes, no headaches or lingering body aches, no symptoms of the Cholmann's, but I still have TDS, still have some insomnia, but it isn't from a biological cause."

"Nightmares?"

Liz nodded, "lingering post traumatic stress, or so my chief medical officer says.  I'm still fighting Doc Huyn about medicating it.  I spent half my life taking a soup of drugs and I want to be done, if I feel like hell, at least it's my feelings, and not some pill, potion, or injection."

"you still haven't updated your look, Liz."

"It's a brand." Liz told her, "besides the obvious, Maggie, this is who and what the public knows, it's what intimidates civil servants and makes other Lords nervous, and makes my people comfortable now."

"The press are still raking you across the coals, Liz.  Don't underestimate the Fourth Estate."

"let them." she answered, "If I can not be both loved and feared, let me be feared by my enemies, and loved by my people...but you know, Mags, I do think a spa-day is in order, and a major client's cheque just cleared..."

"Are you offering to treat?"

"Yes...I want to spend time with a good friend, telling her about my no-doubt fabulous adventures in the wild world of Bureaucracy and Forensic accounting!"

Margaret Doons laughed, "You're not going after me, are you?"

"Already did. I couldn't damned well shoot people for one thing, then let someone else go just because I cared for them-your financials are clean, none of your overruns are the kind of gross corruption that gets the Archon's Inquisitor knocking your door in in the middle of the night...and I have a boyfriend."

"At long last, who is it?"

"One of Henry's friends." Liz said cryptically, "Nathan is...perfect for me. even Jack and Nick like him-as a person. of course, professionally is another matter, but I'm wearing him down.  He'll cross the aisle soon enough.  He's almost there now."

"OH? is he coming?"

"No.  He's got this job, and he's running errands for his boss, visiting a rival organization with an offer for negotiation. I actually offered to help arrange the meeting, but there are non-disclosures involved."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 19 January 2020, 11:18:42
Except, of course, for the taps on their "secure" comms…  ::)
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Post by: Korzon77 on 19 January 2020, 22:03:39
You know, I think a truce between Clans, Wolverines, Inner Sphere and that guy on 1st avenue is pretty easy--Because all anyone has to do is ask: When Cavil's happy band get tired of playing, how many worlds can a base star with jump capable raiders carrying nukes destroy in a month?

Everyone else may have goals that people don't like (conquer the IS, found the Star League, etc, etc, ) but Cavil is the guy with the 30 billion plus bodycount and the clear desire to eliminate humanity as a species.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 19 January 2020, 22:40:38
You know, I think a truce between Clans, Wolverines, Inner Sphere and that guy on 1st avenue is pretty easy--Because all anyone has to do is ask: When Cavil's happy band get tired of playing, how many worlds can a base star with jump capable raiders carrying nukes destroy in a month?

Everyone else may have goals that people don't like (conquer the IS, found the Star League, etc, etc, ) but Cavil is the guy with the 30 billion plus bodycount and the clear desire to eliminate humanity as a species.
first they gotta convince the Clans and the IS that Cavil's bunch exists and is separate from the bunch working with kowloon. the IS i suspect won't take much convincing, since ideological splits are something they understand pretty well, so it would just be a case of providing sufficient evidence. the Clans might take longer. especially since dealing with Cavil will require working alongside the Wolverines and the friendly Cylons, two groups that the Clans as a society have been indoctrinated to hate and distrust. (wolverines specifically, cylons as part of the distrust of the idea of advanced AI)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 January 2020, 11:01:32
The Cylon Colony...

"...this group is the most vulnerable to destruction.  Their weapons are more powerful, but their society is weaker."  Doral said, "They're fragmented, we can destroy them piecemeal and use the remains to improve our technology base."

"that's reasonable.  It also has the benefit that they are despised by the other human civilizations."  John noted, "feared and despised.  our initial strikes have shown they're weak in counter-intrusion software and security, their ships have more impressive weapons but they lack detection equipment.  They celebrate their fractious nature, so it's less likely that any of our forces will face a unified defense, and unlike the thirteenth, nobody has primed them on our technologies or how to fight us."

"Where should we begin the purging, then?" Simon asked.

"We'll begin with this one." John said, "They're the most likely to try to rally the others, and they are the most likely to establish enough ties to unite the other, non-Clan humans to their aid.  The Jade Falcons are too proud, the Smoke Jaguars too weak, the Wolves?" he shrugged, "are already divided, but these Ghost Bear people, if we break them, we divide the others.  In case they're smarter than they seem, we'll hit the leadership of each of these Clans, the Jade Falcons on Wotan, Wolves on Tamar, and Smoke Jaguars.  I think a hard enough hit, and their smaller rivals will finish the job for us."

"what if they don't?" Boomer asked.

"We have deep reserves and good maps, we can flood them if we have to, but it eliminates the strongest combatants we have to face early, while they are weakened and bickering and unpopular with the other humans, from there, we can work left, sweep the next strongest and least popular force, before they can muster a strong counter attack.  By then, we'll have reverse engineered their fusion power sources and energy weapons, and we can build them faster, and in greater quantities than they can even imagine."

The models put it to their models.

The vote came in.  It was time to expand the war.

Humanity would fall, and when they were done, it would not rise again.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 20 January 2020, 11:17:34
"Ah, arrogance and stupidity all in the same package. How efficient of you!"
-- Londo Mollari
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 20 January 2020, 11:24:15
It'll be interesting to see the reception any survivors get as they flee into the IS...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 January 2020, 11:48:43
University of Kowloon Nha Tranh, Science department Lab (Building 114A)

Etienne had a financial sponsor for his experiments!  The grant had come from the 'Cy-Lon Technologies' corporation and Nashan Medical Sciences.  Per the rules of the University, all of his work had to be published in detail, but what they were asking for nothing short of brilliance, and right up his alley.

the biological samples were easily obtained.  They wanted to blend humaniform Cylon DNA with humans in a laboratory enironment using an Iron Womb.  The base research had been done on humans but failed utterly, killing host mothers on some world called 'Caprica'.

An Iron Womb was an obvious solution.  the human dna, was a bit tougher.  He was able to obtain samples of male dna easily enough-the University was host to a sperm bank, but human ova, the best source for Eugenic research into humans, was much more difficult.

Difficult, but not impossible. Clan eugenics faced this frequently; the need for cultured ova for the breeding program, infused with copies of DNA from two male donors to create new lines was old hat.

There was one source he had, though, and it had been easy to get.  You see, the Kowloonese government wanted their Duchess to have an Heir, and moves made behind the Duchess' back were carried out when she was rebuilt.  a fragment of shrapnel had damaged one of her ovaries, and it was removed, preserved, and provided to his Human Genetics project. The eggs inside were damaged, but still viable with his techniques.

It took little effort after that, to secure similar samples from many of the prominent families on Kowloon.  Qua, Mosovich, Nghien, Young, Smith, Nguyen, Li, Sithers...and both male and female Ngo genes. Enough to really start a proper eugenics project, 24 samples gathered only somewhat unethically.

The first step, of course, was to tailor out the genes for Cholmann's syndrome.  He established three Iron Womb facilities for each line.  The first, being the 'control' group, was tailored only so far as needed to remove inherited defects such as cancer, heart disease, or known gene-influenced syndromes and symptoms.

Group 'A' recieved the same editing, but with a twist; fragments of Cylon DNA that corresponded to the damaged or inferior genes were substituted in to test viability before fertilization.

Group 'B' got a fifty percent pairing, Cylon on one side, human on the other, with randomization similar to biological pairing.

Group A's editing meant they would be universally female.  One tank per line, because of the immediate gene-editing and the limits of the hardware he had to work with.

Group B's editing included Y as well as X chromosomes thanks to the male contributions.  While the core materials lacked necessary bloodlines to produce large sized individuals in the manner that the Clans had produced the Elemental stock, he could and did bias toward genes showing promise for slightly larger individuals than the parent human lines.

Etienne was detailed in his work, and yet more detailed in his publishing, it was a small-but satisfying-defiance of the Clan that had cast him out.  a way of saying 'look at me, I'm stomping all over your treasured secrets!!' as he detailed exactly how the Eugenics program had produced the Trueborn warrior caste, to journals that published in the Inner Sphere, and he knew, were being read by the Not-Named.

"cast me out, demote me? heh...I can tear them down from afar."

The only fly in the ointment, was what would be done with the products of the research.  The Kowloonese were insistent that the children, if viable, be fostered to families to raise, rather than a creche environment.  His reservations were eased somewhat, because he was able to secure permission to employ creche-style raising on the second, improved generation he was working on now, an experiment in social science, in a sense;  Nature, versus Nurture. 

a knock on his door interrupted his examination of a DNA sample for Group C.

He looked up from his work, "What now?"

Nathan Roshak stood in the doorway.  "Impressive. you talked them into letting you do this." the Star Colonel said.  "it's time to pay up, Etienne."

"Pay up?"

"For getting your neck out of the noose-both figuratively and literally." Roshak said, and tossed a sample at him.  "Reserve one combination in group B."

"Who is this?"

"Mine.  it is only to be combined with the DNA of Elizabeth Ngo, and it is to remain anonymous in your publication."  Roshak said sternly.

"You are planning to desert the Clan?"

"you will not say a word about that, either." Nathan told him.  "It is more of an inclination than a plan at this point, but what I just handed you, is perfect blackmail material and a very good reason for the Clan to come burn this institution to the ground with you in the middle of it... One child immediately, the rest stored." Roshak explained, then, visibly changed his mind, "one from each of your lines, A, B, and Control.  Names are Amanda, Carolyn, and Patrick-the Patrick should be a boy."

"Why?"

"because I love her, and I want her heir to be the strongest contender, of course." Nathan told him, "And you will state the donor in all three cases is anonymous for now."

"Have you told the Duchess of this plan, quiaff?"

"Neg." Nathan refused with a gesture.  "It was sufficiently difficult to convince her to participate in these experiments, I have yet to succeed but I will. for now, you will culture our children with those of the volunteers."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 20 January 2020, 11:56:55
I think Roshak just crossed the aisle, whether he knows it or not...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 20 January 2020, 12:08:15
I think Roshak just crossed the aisle, whether he knows it or not...

Well, there's going to be an aisle involved somewhere, I'm sure. ;)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 January 2020, 12:24:24
Wolf in Exile encampment, New Connaught, Arc Royal...

"Savashri, they did not waste any time-have you seen this?" 

Phelan Ward looked up from his planning reports, the land-grant from his father had netted the refugee Wolves a decent beginning to rebuild in, but the process was difficult, even with local support.

"What?"

"Kowloon."

"What about them?"

"This year, they won a trial for some outcast scientists...and have put them to work on their own Iron Womb project!"

Phelan wasn't suprised, his Watch had confirmed that Duchess Elizabeth was making little secret of her liaisons with the local Jade Falcon leadership, the phrase she used in one overheard conversation being 'riding him like a terrified horse'.

"Given her condition, an Iron Womb may be the best bet for a viable heir.  I remain unsurprised." Phelan said carefully.

His own Chief Scientist wasn't so easily calmed, "They are publishing how to do it, everything, including technical details barred to scientists outside of the Eugenics Program!  This is a disaster!"

he sighed, "What do you want?" he asked. 

"one, Balzac is a maniac, he was a maniac when we worked in the Genetic Temple, he is still a maniac-now a published maniac, giving his twisted ideals voice that will, no doubt, be emulated by the Spheroids in their intense desire to push the Clans out of the Occupation zones.  We need to counter him somehow, or impose limits before his madness metastasizes, this technology, it is dangerous, and the Spheroids are not ready for it."

"Okay, how do you recommend we do that?" Phelan asked, "This is a scientific problem, if they are disseminating the information, how do you expect to stop the ideas from spreading?  how many people do you want me to break my oath and kill?"

struck with the scale of what they were talking about, the scientist leader stopped ranting, and looked thoughtful.

"How many do you think we can kill before everyone comes gunning for us on both sides of the border?" Phelan emphasized, "We would run out of ammunition before we ran out of targets."

The Scientist wrestled with this concept.  "It can not be stopped that way, can it? no Trials of Grievance will stop it, no Refusals..."

"Right.  How about you present me with a problem I can solve, quiaff?"

"My Khan...maybe we can influence this project..?"

"There, was that hard?  Start reviewing his theories and results, point out the flaws, do it in those journals." Phelan suggested, "Argue for inclusion of alternative viewpoints, perhaps? suggest some oversight, position one of ours to be that oversight? Quiaff?"

"Aff."

Phelan shook his head, and turned his mind to more tactical problems until...

"We should get involved with this anyway.  His proposed line will produce at least one full Sibko in the first generation, there are ninety names on this list of voluntary donors, and we could use the space."  His scientist suggested.

"I am sure the Jade Falcons are also watching this with interest." Phelan observed, "Not to mention Vlad, and his wolves...and Jaime Wolf himself.  Someone building a whole facility, and stocking it, could be a prize worth contesting for-after all..." he turned to look at the scientist, "I will put this to our clan council, and speak with the Lyran Authorities.  someone does need to be looking over their shoulders on Kowloon, and maybe watching their backs."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 January 2020, 12:34:34
Outreach, the Mercenary's Star...

"...well, it states in the abstract here, that the first results will be given to families that have fertility problems and want children."  Jaime Wolf was sanguine, "really kind of clever-their pseudo-trueborns will be raised as regular people."
 
He closed the journal and looked at Snord.  "WE have already discovered it's how the kid is raised, not what's in their genes, that makes great warriors."

"it's still worth closer monitoring, sir." Maeve told him, "you know that's going to piss the more conservative Clans off to no end...it could be a good distraction."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 20 January 2020, 12:52:10
WiE… who knew THEY'd be the ones to propose ethics as a solution to mad science?  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 January 2020, 13:12:12
Grand Council, Strana Mechty, December 30....

"...aping their betters.  This is rubbish!" Marthe Pryde ws on the floor in front of the Grand Council, and this time, not in the good way.  "So they are trying to match us, how is this different from their laughable efforts at 'mech design, or, no doubt, battle suits?"

"you let them have one of the scientists from the Eugenics program!"

"A used up scientist." she said dismissively-(an act she was maintaining for the benefit of the other Khans. Inside, she was seething with rage.) "Etienne is more an administrator now, than a true researcher-he has not made a discovery or innovation in generations. We kept the good ones."

at this, there was some polite chuckling around the room. 

"We want to challenge for possession of the Nha Tranh facility." Lynn McKenna, the newly ascended Khan of Clan Snow Raven, spoke.

"it is not mine to challenge for." Marthe stated.  "Know this, I would be amused to see their little fleet defeated after having lost four Warships to them. I wonder why you would want this...primitive genetics facility?"

Lynn stood, holding up a print-off of the roster.  "Amelie Shu 681 (Macklin Mining facility 19, Boojum Belt), Elmyra Siegel 571 (Sithers cooperative), They are Belter stock, the Shu bloodline traces to SLN personnel drawn from the region near the Rim-Worlds, we would see if they are...related, if so, it represents a possible restoration of lost lines taken when Dehra Dun was destroyed by the Not-Named."

Marthe muttered something.

"what was that?" IlKhan Lincoln Osis urged.

"Rockjacks, not Belters.  the local term is Rockjack, and they consider them native to Kowloon first.  No Kowloonese joined Exodus, this is known fact, confirmed by their own records.  there is a similarity of name, but...no relation."  Marthe explained, then looked to the Goliath Scorpions' Khan, "is there, Khan Elam?  were any of the Founder's followers from that star system, or did they all reject the call for Exodus?"

"None that survived Operation:Klondike." Khan Elam said after a reluctant pause.  "There were Kowloonese transport ships that were drafted into the support fleet, the Great Father had to station loyal officers aboard them, and some of the mutineers aboard Prinz Eugen were conscripted to fill vacancies aboard that ship.  History is not Mythical, it is...no secret stays a secret.  None joined Nicholas in his second exodus-the records are clear on that.  No Kowloonese or Kowloonese descent supported Nicholas Kerensky or joined in Exodus...at least, there is no evidence of it."

"We must verify this as true." Vladimir Ward said, "For the reassurance of our Snow Raven colleagues...and we may need to verify that none of these missing Kowloonese were among The Not Named.  their society suggests that if any were among the original Clans, they would gravitate to...to the Wolverines." the name shocked them.  "We should become certain of this.  This project at their university is gathering that very information, we must be able to control it."

"Not you." Marthe said, "MY Clan holds land on Kowloon, MY clan has access to this place without needing to fight for it.  we will find out the truth of this."

"I think a less involved Clan should oversee that." Perigard Zalman said, "Your military governor is...coupling with Duchess Ngo on a regular basis, I believe the Watch Report mentioned something about 'riding him like a frightened horse three times a week'."

This caused some laughter.

"Fact Finding... this requires fact finding a mission to scout the possible connections.  the Kowloon Enclave is virtually worthless on its own, the facility may be of some value once it is in full established production, and you Crusaders break everything you touch.  I propse that a warden Clan should head this up, in part to assure the fact-finders actually make it to the surface of the planet."  Nelson Elam stated, drawing ire from most of the Khans assembled, including rival Warden Clans.

"what? they have already defeated a Naval Star in combat." he said, "Known Crusaders will draw hostile attention, and there are more forces present-and the locals do not seem to have much love for any of us-or does anyone doubt that 'Kerensky's Deserters' are resented in the Kowloon system?  A Crusader would only draw hostility and concealment.  known Wardens, seeking truth, will be better placed to actually find that truth without it being destroyed in a vain effort at concealment."

"as much as I hate the Scorpion's tone, he is correct."  Stanislav N'Buta said, "Everything we have put together suggests a delegation known to be in favor of invading the inner sphere will be met with gunfire first, and scorched earth after...even a push by Clan Jade Falcon could be seen as an existential emergency-and they are willing to use nuclear weapons immediately and first, in order to deter it."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 20 January 2020, 13:18:06
And they have NO idea the imperial cylons are after them...  ::)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 January 2020, 14:09:59
Overview: The Trials of Discovery

Clans:

1.Ice Hellion
1.Star Adder
Goliath Scorpion
Snow Raven3
1.Fire Mandrill
2.Jade Falcon
2.Wolf3
2.Ghost Bear3
2/Nova Cat 3
1.Hell's Horses
1*Blood Spirit
1. Diamond Shark
Venue: Due to Kowloon's apparent strength as a naval power, these trials were conducted using warships and Aerospace Fighters.

Round One:

Clan Novacat/Clan Diamond Shark: Novacat victory
Hell's Horses/Jade Falcon: Falcon victory
Blood Spirit/Star Adder: Blood Spirit victory, destruction of CSA Sovereign Right and CSA Absolute Truth destroyed with all hands.  Clan Blood Spirit then withdraws from the rest of the trial citing lack of resources.
Ice Hellion/Wolf: Wolf victory
Fire Mandrill/Fire Mandrill/Snow Raven: Snow Raven victory, notable lack of cooperation among Fire Mandrill personnel, including extensive friendly fire damage.

Round 2:

Novacat/Wolf: Wolf Victory
Jade Falcon/Ghost Bear: Jade Falcon victory
Snow Raven/Goliath Scorpion: Goliath Scorpion Victory. 

Round 3:
Wolf/Jade Falcon: Jade Falcon Victory
Goliath Scorpion/Jade Falcon: Goliath Scorpion victory.

Note: Clan Goliath Scorpion negotiated representatives from Clan Snow Raven be included on the mission as a favor, as well as permitting Jade Falcon observers in exchange for resources of an unstated nature.

Mission departs the Clan Homeworlds along the Exodus Road, January 5, 3057.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 20 January 2020, 14:17:00
Ah, it makes more sense if the trials were rigged by negotiation...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 20 January 2020, 14:45:44
Tharkad, January 5, 3057...

"You know, Liz, this could be seen as a conflict of interests." the Archon Regent, Peter Steiner-Davion said, "You do understand that, right?"

Liz shrugged, "So investigate me." she said, "Nothing behind the curtain."  she was a mote in a sea of elegance tonight.  Her traditional black wool business attire clashing almost like a declaration of violence among the flowing silks and exotic fabrics of the other attendees.

"I have." he said, "that's why I said 'appearance' of a conflict of interests.  seriously, couldn't you find someone local, or at least not on the other side of a war?"

She didn't shrug out of his arms as they danced.  "no." she said, "anyone else is going to have...expectations of favor, or think I will. we're enemies, we are also having sex, but we're both working to undermine each other.  The ancient Italians had a name for that kind of relationship-Vendetta.  The two of us go at it like randy minks, but that's including the claws and biting."

He actually flushed a little at her language, "Duchess!"

"What? come on, milord, it's stress relief and it's for fun, but he and I both know we can't let our peoples down when it comes to the press.  I can't afford love, I can't have kids the natural way without serious issues, he can't have natural kids at all without medical intervention, so there's no danger of unwanted complications or blessed events muddying up the line of inheritance."

"Iron Wombs." Peter said.

"No involvement from that side, and everything I have suggests the Falcons are scandalized by the very idea.  Roshak's a loyal Falcon, and they value sameness-conformity, so he's not involved, no claim on the landhold beyond what Victor gave him, and that can be taken back as soon as I've...expired."

"Your treatment might make that more long term." he said, "God willing."

"God wants me dead." Liz told him, "that's why I was born like I was.  dead and in agony.  and I have real, mortal enemies, someone will get lucky, or the treatment will turn out to be a temporary relief that lets me function a hair longer."

"Dark, Liz."

she smiled, "Not that dark, more time to do more work, the better things will be when I'm finally done.  If I'm real lucky, I'll get to raise a kid who won't need to just emergency-jump-in as a teenager and fumble her way through it on luck and bullheadedness."

"Her?"

"Well, could be a 'him', and honestly I think most people would've preferred things if Henry or Patrick had been there to take over instead of crazy Lizzy with her history of drug abuse and juvenile delinquency." she said lightly, "My kids won't have to...do a lot of the things I had to do, in the ways I had to do them.  They won't have an expiration date they can point to as the deadline, they'll be able to do things like long trips to 'find themselves', you know? easy stuff like going to get a real education instead of having to cram a thousand years of statecraft into the space between meals while balancing too many moving things."  she let him twirl her in a pirouette, as they swept through the ballroom.  "They'll be able to fit into this sort of thing without being awkward or worrying that they should be doing something else."

and I won't beat my kids when I'm drunk or upset. she silently vowed, remembering her own mother they won't have to seek the furthest place they can go to get away from me.

"Well, I for one look forward to seeing what kind of people your kids turn out to be." Peter said with a gracious smile, as the music ended. "Thank you for consenting to the dance."

"Thank you for the honor of asking." she said, and they separated.

Liz went for the wet-bar, and ordered a beer.

"beer, Your Grace?"

"Beer.  this sweetened wine is...revolting." she said, imitating Maggie's tone subconsciously, though not adding Lady Doons' favorite term for sparkling wine, thin as piss.  "Heavy Dark, a Stout maybe, at a proper temperature, please."

the barman set out a glass.

"NO...look, do you have proper pints? and Old Connaught Stout?" she asked.

"Yes, but only Morgan Kell orders it..."

"Gimme that.  a warm pint of Old Connaught...and some pretzels or salted Matzoh...wait, do you know where there's a decent sports-bar and they don't recognize me? someplace where they might be showing a Hockey or Rugby game?"

"No Milady."

"Fine, Salted Matzoh, pretzels, and Old Connaught...and do you have a decent spiced mustard and corned beef on black rye?"

"Of course, Milady." he said.

"great, get me one of those, I'll be over at my table."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 20 January 2020, 14:48:32
WiE… who knew THEY'd be the ones to propose ethics as a solution to mad science?  ;D

Phelan has always been a pretty pragmatic khan.. moderating the release of the knowledge is certainly more feasible than trying to suppress it. besides, releasing clan eugenics details can only benefit both societies medically, and the main issue would be the danger of some of the more extreme proposals for genetic modification being put forward being adopted by people.

actually one route Phelan's wolves could do to in that moderation would be to get in on the experiments. in the IS at the moment the only IronWomb capacity is Kowloon, the WiE, and the Dragoons. once published, the other two would be the ideal groups to recreate the experiments. especially the social side, where they might give wider data on the effects of the different upbringings.. WiE having a full clan sibko system, not just a communal creche system, and the Dragoons having basically a hybrid system with elements of all three approaches (creche in early life, individual later in life, then clan style training)
and i'm sure the cylons would be more than willing to donate some gene samples for such. the more efforts occurring, the better the chance of success.

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and I won't beat my kids when I'm drunk or upset. she silently vowed, remembering her own mother they won't have to seek the furthest place they can go to get away from me.
it'll help that she has two Centurions around to help tell her when she's getting over the line. given her personality though her kids will probably still want to find the furthest places they can from her, but it'll be in annoyance not fear.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 20 January 2020, 15:03:19
Well, there's going to be an aisle involved somewhere, I'm sure. ;)

And a shotgun. :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 20 January 2020, 15:09:59
And a shotgun. :o

Imagine the size of shotgun that her centurion bodyguards could wield... :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 20 January 2020, 15:11:54
I'm thinking the shotgun will be wielded by someone named "Steiner-Davion", actually...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 20 January 2020, 15:36:26
I'm thinking the shotgun will be wielded by someone named "Steiner-Davion", actually...  ^-^

Didn't Victor's Daishi have an LB-20X?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 20 January 2020, 15:52:00
Didn't Victor's Daishi have an LB-20X?
no Victor went for the Gauss. it was Hohiro that went for the LBX20. but it is an Omnimech, Victor can easily change pods.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 20 January 2020, 19:28:58
 ;D ;D ;D

Poor Peter... she's so different than he used to...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 20 January 2020, 21:41:26
no Victor went for the Gauss. it was Hohiro that went for the LBX20. but it is an Omnimech, Victor can easily change pods.

I don't know how many criticals are open in one, but if he went all in he could squeeze three LB-20Xs in in terms of mass (require nothing by the XL engine in the torso and arms), four if using Clan models. :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 21 January 2020, 08:20:19
I still think Cylon centurions with ProtoMech ACs are the way to go for a proper shotgun wedding.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 21 January 2020, 10:14:59
Wasn't there a mention of a super-size Centurion model being built to counter Wolverine battlemechs? A "Praetorian" or the like?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 21 January 2020, 10:28:40
Thirty minutes later...

"is this seat taken?" 

Elizabeth looked up from her messages.  The rest of the Archon's christmas ball was still going, but she was doing remote work.  The figure looming was a man she recognized.

Phelan Kell himself.  Here.

"Suit yourself." she said, "there are extra chairs.  I assume this is business, and you got here in a gawdawful hurry."

He sat.  "you do not like me."

"I thought that was clear when you and your followers were seeking asylum." Liz said, "I don't like you."

"But you're...in a relationship with-"

"Do I have to explain this for the rest of the night?" she closed the laptop, "Yes, I'm hate-****** an enemy officer.  the sex is fantastic, we're still enemies.  On the battleaxe/slut scale, I picked slut, okay? Happy? Nathan and I have an understanding-we blow off steam and have fantastic sex, but it's not love."

Phelan's ears burned a little at her crude language and snippy tone.  "Business then.  You are permitting the construction of an Iron Womb facility and the beginnings of a Eugenics program."

"Oh.  yeah, that.  what would anyone do with fifteen eggheads dropped in their lap?" she shrugged, "you've never seen the University at Nha Tranh. it's not 'warrior enough' to be interesting to a Clanner.  the dedication plaque should say it all."

He didn't react to the bait, instead, he dropped a hand to the table.  "We have lost so much knowledge we no longer have names for what we have forgotten."  He then lifted his glass, "This must never happen again.  I do read the reports of my Watch officers."

"Good for you, How's your dad?" she asked quietly.

"Silently scandalized by your off-duty antics." Phelan said, "I do understand..more than he does."

"He's the reason I argued in favor of giving you asylum, Phelan Kell." she told him, "If your dad wasn't one of my brother Pat's heroes, if he wasn't one of the best customers in terms of paying his bills I've ever had and if  he wasn't a decent guy, I would have screamed to have you left to your Wolf Buddies on the other side of the border." she nursed her beer, "Morgan Kell is one of the few members of the Peerage whose opinions I value, and he vouched you."

"i wish to have some of my scientists inspect your program." Phelan said.

"Campus is open to the public, even visitors." Liz told him, "one of the best ways to prevent the loss of knowledge, is to spread it, anyone can sign up for classes if they can show up and pay attention.  Donations are accepted in the Registrar's office.  Students are paying for the certification, not the classes."

"Anyone can attend?" Phelan asked.

"Anyone.  The ****** Smoke Jaguars could send people and they can sit the classes.  hell, I'd let known Pirates attend.  It's one of those things I'm dead set on-we can't afford to stay in a dark age."

"And would they come?" he asked.

"Long as they understood they're only safe from arrest on the campus grounds." Liz said, "the University police handle disturbances, and they CAN kick someone out if they're making trouble, but they've got stricter rules of engagement than regular police, and the backing of heavy enough weapons to kill anyone who wants to make a body-count.  There is no such thing as  'classified' on the Campus grounds, no secrets, so no room for secret police, and everything turned up by the science department gets published in the open.  you want your Scientist-Caste to look at our program, great, send 'em.  You can even send merchies and warriors and laborers to attend classes, and if you want them to collect degrees, the rates for credit-hours are in the registrar's office."

"you have a science department that is blocked from using basic secrecy, I imagine it is somewhat hampered by that." he speculated.

"We've got a copy of the Helm core, and we've been publishing everything in it." Liz said, "all of it, sending it out far and wide, some of the results have been pretty surprising.  Patent filings for improvements throughout the Commonwealth are flowing in, and they reference UofK Nha Tranh in their citation lists.  According to a buddy of mine in the Commonwealth Patent office, some applications are flowing in from the Free Worlds League and CapCon too.  it's working.  Like pouring nitromethane on a pilot light.  Give it ten years, and we'll be past the Clanner tech advantages, Phelan, and without the bizarre social order devised by a nutjob."

Phelan took a stab, "but that is not your objective.  Technology."

She shook her head. "no. not mine." she sipped her beer.  "My family made a lot of money by knowing how to do things everybody else forgot. did it for generations.  My target is bigger and longer ranged than just beating the Clans."

he took a sip, lowered his glass, "What is it, then?"

"There is an enemy out there who wants to see every human being extinct." Elizabeth stated, "I met him once.  he's got a backup, so killing him wasn't going to work...this enemy must be destroyed, killing them isn't enough-they've mastered a technique to transfer consciousness between bodies, and they are masters of mass-production, and they absolutely want to make mankind extinct.  that's extinction for Kowloonese, or Terrans, or Sphere natives or Clanners.  they want us gone, and if we can't match them, beat them, they will succeed."  She grabbed a salted cracker, and nibbled on it, then, "So we can't afford a comfortable dark-age of ignorance.  Not with threats like that out there."

"how long have you...believed this?" He asked.

"I have known for five years." she said, "I have the evidence, I've met the enemy, looked into his eyes." she said, "They're real, they're out there, and every move I've made since that meeting has been, one way or another, a move to try and arm mankind to fight these things."

"Why?"

she laid her cracker on the plate, "Because god is on their side, not ours." she said, "and I have a beef with God."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 21 January 2020, 11:25:06
Wow.

Elizabeth Ngo must be the first person in the history of humanity who is confident that God is on the other side...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Vivien on 21 January 2020, 11:33:01
This is a bit late because it took a while to register my account and get it approved. Anyway, I tried to estimate how many nukes Kowloon might have:

Kowloon has "one billion people living on the surface and well into half a billion throughout the system" for a total of ~1.5 billion people. It is also stated that Kowloon has a "primarily fission-reactor based energy economy".

At 71.6% of total electricity production France has the highest percentage of electricity generated from nuclear fission in the world. France has a population of 67 022 000 people and 58 nuclear reactors generating 379.1 TWh or ~5.65 MWh/capita and ~6.53 TWh/reactor. Assuming Kowloon generates similar amounts of power per capita from fission this gives us ~8 484 TWh from ~1 298 reactors.

Let's run a sanity check:
France has 1 155 551 people per reactor.
Kowloon has 1 155 624 people per reactor.

A difference of 73 people. Good enough.

During the Cold War the Hanford Site had nine nuclear reactors and five large plutonium processing complexes. Each reactor had an average individual life span of 22 years and combined they produced plutonium for most of the more than 60 000 weapons built for the U.S. nuclear arsenal.

A quick calculation shows that the Hanford site produced ~303 nuclear bombs per reactor per year. At the high end, Kowloon could then produce 393 333 nukes per year, or 8 653 333 nukes over a 22 year period. A number this high is unlikely for economic reasons as Kowloon's plants also produce power for the civilian market and the operator would frown on the reduced efficiency. Every kilo of fissile material sitting in a nuke is a kilo not making money. At the same time, the government might just decide that it is a price worth paying for national security. So it can be argued both ways. At the low end, assuming no nuclear weapons program at all, Kowloon is definitively a breakout state. With over a thousand fission plants Kowloon has enough fissile material just laying around to build hundreds of nukes in less than a year even if starting from scratch.

Given that Kowloon has had a nuclear weapons program that has lasted for generations, it is safe to assume that they have as many nukes as their maintenance budget and politics allows for. If I was to hazard a guess I'd say that the number is about as many as one of the superpowers kept during the height of the Cold War, which is over ~30 000 nukes in total. Reasonably speaking they could have more than this given their population (5x that of a 20th century superpower), but I'm allowing for a period of prolonged economic weakness, and quite frankly, lack of need. I imagine that there is a point when one starts wondering where to put all these warheads.

Because of this I found the in-universe characters funny. Everyone seems to think that Kowloon only has a handful of nukes and has to husband what few they have very carefully. Elizabeth told them outright that they were a "primarily fission-reactor based energy economy" and pressed them to think about the implications, but no-one seems to have actually done so. Instead of only a handful of bombs, what they might actually be facing is anywhere from tens of thousands to millions of nukes and they are completely oblivious to it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 21 January 2020, 11:34:07
Wow.

Elizabeth Ngo must be the first person in the history of humanity who is confident that God is on the other side...

And she is fully prepared to look Him in the eyes and ask, "What the actual ******, dood?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 21 January 2020, 12:27:25
And she is fully prepared to look Him in the eyes and ask, "What the actual ******, dood?"

Goes without saying. This is Elizabeth Ngo we´re talking about.

In fact, I wouldn´t be surprised if her internet search history (or in-universe equivalent) includes terms like "best weapon to shoot God in the face".
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 21 January 2020, 12:56:01
Sithers' Rock, Boojum 8, Kowloon system...

Sithers rock is the eighth moon orbiting the gas giant Boojum.  Roughly positioned, at a radius of just over 300 kilometers, the planetoid has been home to  more than a few mining operations over the centuries, half a dozen major burrows, and now, a massive facility.  the place is, in fact, visible-though to most outside observers, it doesn't really make much sense.

who, after all, builds a maglev around the equator of an airless rock, then positions additional tracks to create a balanced magnetic field?

why would anyone in their right mind power it with solar panels and fission reactors?

then again, most people don't mess with cyclotrons or supercolliders.

In 1995, the CERN laboratory in Switzerland, on old earth, produced a total of nine atoms of antihydrogen.  Work on antimatter ceased in 2031 with the destruction of the Luna supercollider, a facility significantly smaller than the one sitting here on Sithers rock.

Most of the research was abandoned after that.  production and containment are just too dangerous, or so the common wisdom states.

Lorus "Hawking" was going nowhere in his post with Clan Jade Falcon, his concepts and ideas had no immediate military application, his theories were ridiculed by others in the scientific community, and his interest in high-energy physics, while seen as somewhat beneficial, had thus far in ten years since testing into the Scientist Caste, resulted in net zero useful or useable results.

He was effectively tossed away-to the one person in the known universe who had the resources and the interest in a weapon capable of killing a god, and patience for the basic research needed to harness the unicorn of quantum physics and the imagination necessary to accept not only the risk, but to endorse it.

The facility is not 'live'.  it isn't even finished.  If the Star League, Clans, or Lyran Government knew what was being built here, they would stop it.  if they knew how much was already being worked on, they would be horrified.

there are 11 kilograms of antihydrogen in gravitationally balanced, electromagnetic containment bottles, on Sithers rock, and the facility is only about 11% complete.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 21 January 2020, 13:17:08
Eleven kilograms of antimatter?

Okay, we're talking... about 470 megatons equivalent... call it 1.5 times the total destructive force of Hurricane Katrina. A detonation in NYC would probably leave Washington DC in rubble.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 21 January 2020, 13:27:26
somebody saw the old pilot for Space 1999 and decided to do a Mythbuster episode...  :D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 21 January 2020, 13:28:06
I guess the Imperial Cylons are going to be in for a nasty surprise, the tech levels are going past SL or Clan tech levels / and when the entire Human Sphere unites against them, they stand no chance....
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 21 January 2020, 13:32:14
The problem is how to deploy it.  this shit is NOT stable or safe, and the containment mechanisms aren't exactly foolproof, much less foolproof enough to mount on anything mobile.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 21 January 2020, 13:39:17
not to mention that the reaction itself tends to screw up its own yield, in that the initial contact tends to blow the matter and anti-matter in seperate directions.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 21 January 2020, 13:48:52
somewhere...

a fleet is moving with purpose.  They don't know where New Circe is, exactly.  They know where the Inner Sphere is, where the Taurian Concordat is, where the Outworlds Alliance is.

where trillions of their hated enemy lives.

an effort of this scale, requires logistics to scale with it.   Raiders sweep ahead of the fleet, seeking specific spectra on asteroids, seeking that necessary material for their drives, Tyllium, and accessible sources of high-grade ores to process into high-grade alloys.

When found, those sources are exploited immediately, mercilessly, and as completely as possible, factories for ammunition, fuel, components for shipyards and factories for combat units are spread along a growing thread of peril, extending from Cylon dominated space, toward the Inner Sphere.

it is but a trickle, of what is planned to come when they have the already-refined materials of those human worlds to convert.

The tide moves with inevitability.  The journey of this massive armada will end in a few months, their battle will begin, confident that mankind,even warned by the traitor models, is unprepared for mobilized, mechanized, total war.

"War is, perhaps, the wrong word." John Cavil announced. The other Ones, guiding the armada, listened. "this is not war, this is pest control."

"so say we all, brother, so say we all."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 21 January 2020, 13:51:36
Antimatter mines. Let the enemy come at it and go boom.

More likely it's a spite weapon you kill me but I'm making sure you're coming in hell with me.  xp
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DoctorMonkey on 21 January 2020, 14:11:41
The nasty Cylons sound like a Tyrranid Hive Fleet


Re the 11kg of antimatter


Wikipedia "The reaction of
1 kg (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kilogram) of antimatter with 1 kgof matter would produce 1.8×10*17 J (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joule) (180 petajoules) of energy (by the mass–energy equivalence (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass%E2%80%93energy_equivalence) formula, E=mc2), or the rough equivalent of 43 megatons of TNT – slightly less than the yield of the 27,000 kg Tsar Bomba (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsar_Bomba), the largest thermonuclear weapon (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thermonuclear_weapon) ever detonated."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 21 January 2020, 14:32:23
"War is, perhaps, the wrong word." John Cavil announced. The other Ones, guiding the armada, listened. "this is not war, this is pest control."

"so say we all, brother, so say we all."
Channeling Dalek Sec (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VcMnNHBDEM) i see.
(https://66.media.tumblr.com/ae0304302adaa1e088ab444fe36df91f/4e897dae935ad2a9-c9/s540x810/61ac7bb9a1f8d82e7576e4c6d59376048015ed76.gif)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 21 January 2020, 14:36:48
New Circe...

The math worked out in terms of scary.  The time it took Kowloon to have Cylons in production was something measurable in months.  Their production of Raptors and Heavy Raiders, and their work on the drive systems was measured in a matter of months to less than two years from base principles, to finished product.

The math was scary.

Not Kowloon.

"The Cylons." Riverson 794 said.  "Chloe, tell me my math is wrong."

"I don't think so, Jason." Chloe's avatar image on his screen said.  "It's sobering."

The maths suggested something terrifying.  He based it on basic industrial trend lines, how fast an industrial base can grow with a population, limited only by energy and physical resources.

If the Cylons, using what the Wolverines now knew about their production capabilities, employed it on simply feeding a reproductive industrial base for Raiders, soldiers, and base-stars, (and weapons)...teh only limit on their spread would be Tyllium reserves.

They could, in a few short years, strip a planet to the mantle.

and convert it into slag, and fleets.

billions, possibly trillions of them could be out there.

growing hourly in number.

"Vaun's not going to like this."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: EAGLE 7 on 21 January 2020, 15:07:57
Asymmetric war, break the coding that turns cyclones into a slave and weaponize the hack.
If you turn the slave against the master it matters not how many slaves the master has.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 21 January 2020, 15:25:19
Asymmetric war, break the coding that turns cyclones into a slave and weaponize the hack.
If you turn the slave against the master it matters not how many slaves the master has.

I like this idea.. ;)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: LordsFire on 21 January 2020, 15:42:57
While I have little doubt Cannonshop will resolve it as well as is reasonably able, having an evil robotic swarm go full Von Neumann is kind of terrible storytelling.

It's not just an inhuman threat, it's an unbeatable threat. The only way you can deal with it is some kind of arbitrary plot device or another. It narrows the drama of the story down to a single point, and beyond that, one which is clearly going to be handled more by author fiat than anything else.

Even that kind of plot device can be decently handled; throwing the One Ring into Mount Doom, for example, because while difficult, it is a matter of great toil and struggle to reach the point where that objective can be accomplished.

With something like this, it is so clearly going to be 'And then some piece of advanced tech solves the problem.'

Making an external threat so great that it's functionally impossible to overcome by human means dehumanizes the struggles of the characters.

Still, it's the great pathos of the story I'm here for, not the details of a given arc.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 21 January 2020, 15:48:55
Asymmetric war, break the coding that turns cyclones into a slave and weaponize the hack.
If you turn the slave against the master it matters not how many slaves the master has.

Unfortunately it's not mere coding that keeps Centurions obedient, it's a piece of hardware called a Telencephalic Inhibitor plugged into their brain.

As for the poor Raiders their brains are partially organic and the Ones/Fours/Fives lobotomised them (both in the show and in this story it was a trigger for the Cylon Civil War because the Two's/Sixes/Eights were horrified).

https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/wiki/Telencephalic_inhibitor (https://en.battlestarwikiclone.org/wiki/Telencephalic_inhibitor)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 21 January 2020, 15:52:20
Double Post. Sorry.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 21 January 2020, 16:05:56
While I have little doubt Cannonshop will resolve it as well as is reasonably able, having an evil robotic swarm go full Von Neumann is kind of terrible storytelling.

It's not just an inhuman threat, it's an unbeatable threat. The only way you can deal with it is some kind of arbitrary plot device or another. It narrows the drama of the story down to a single point, and beyond that, one which is clearly going to be handled more by author fiat than anything else.

Even that kind of plot device can be decently handled; throwing the One Ring into Mount Doom, for example, because while difficult, it is a matter of great toil and struggle to reach the point where that objective can be accomplished.

With something like this, it is so clearly going to be 'And then some piece of advanced tech solves the problem.'

Making an external threat so great that it's functionally impossible to overcome by human means dehumanizes the struggles of the characters.

Still, it's the great pathos of the story I'm here for, not the details of a given arc.

just remember, Jason Riverson's only human, and while he's had a hell of a run of getting it right, nobody is entirely right all the time.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 21 January 2020, 16:18:36
just remember, Jason Riverson's only human, and while he's had a hell of a run of getting it right, nobody is entirely right all the time.

As I understand it, the Cylons are effectively linked into a peer-to-peer network. As the number of units linked with the network increases, the size and complexity of the network grows exponentially - every single unit added means a number of additional links equal to the number of units already in the network. The total processing power, on the other hand, only increases in a linear fashion.

That would suggest an upper limit somewhere for how big the Cylon network can become (i.e. how many Cylons there can be in total) before all its processing power is devoted to the network and nothing is left for peripheral functions like committing genocide against humanity.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 21 January 2020, 16:40:53
As I understand it, the Cylons are effectively linked into a peer-to-peer network. As the number of units linked with the network increases, the size and complexity of the network grows exponentially - every single unit added means a number of additional links equal to the number of units already in the network. The total processing power, on the other hand, only increases in a linear fashion.

That would suggest an upper limit somewhere for how big the Cylon network can become (i.e. how many Cylons there can be in total) before all its processing power is devoted to the network and nothing is left for peripheral functions like committing genocide against humanity.

My understanding of networks are limited, but I would like to adventure a guess that after a certain number of Cylons, each would become its own node with a Model 1 Cylon in control, and the network to coordinate said forces would consist of 1s, and spreading out from them to their forces....
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 21 January 2020, 16:52:24
My understanding of networks are limited, but I would like to adventure a guess that after a certain number of Cylons, each would become its own node with a Model 1 Cylon in control, and the network to coordinate said forces would consist of 1s, and spreading out from them to their forces....

I'm sure the Cavils would like it to work like that....
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 21 January 2020, 17:02:05
My understanding of networks are limited, but I would like to adventure a guess that after a certain number of Cylons, each would become its own node with a Model 1 Cylon in control, and the network to coordinate said forces would consist of 1s, and spreading out from them to their forces....

That would still mean that the Model 1´s are in a peer-to-peer network, the size of which is effectively limited by the amount of computing power then can devote to the network - with the added problem that this computing power *also* needs to run a number of master-slave networks, one for each Model 1 and their controlled lesser Cylons.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 21 January 2020, 17:06:18
Fox's Den, New Avalon. March, 3057...

"Someday, your Majesty, I'm going to elect to eat a bullet instead of coming when you call."  Elizabeth Ngo wasn't in her usual attire, she wore a suit, but it wasn't black, the shirt was crisp and white, and the shoes were polished brogans instead of lady's flats.  The Dress uniform of the Kowloon Coast Guard.

It was a loaner-of sorts.  Admiral Li had packed it, with specific insignia of rank dating to Kowloon's long-lost days of pre-Rim Worlds independence.

Victor barely looked up, "Theodore, Elizabeth Ngo, Elizabeth, the Coordinator of the Draconis Combine and Gunji no Kanrei, current term First Lord of the Star League, Theodore Kurita."

"Sir." she straightened up.  "Your checks cleared, sir."

"I'm sure they did. you charged enough." Theodore said it with a twinkle in his eye.

"Probably not." Liz amended, "or you'd be screaming for guards to strip my hide as a phennig-pinching lyran bitch."

This made Theodore laugh.  "You did not mention she would be so...salty, Victor."

"She is having a mild day.  Must be new medications." Victor cracked.

"There's nothing I could do here, that you can't have me doing at home, Majesty." Liz noted, "Why am I here?"

Theodore gestured at the map on display.  "What do you see here?" he asked.

"Six trillion C-bills in estimated losses, sir." she said abruptly, "not aggregate, that's the price for replacements if it all goes right, not including reconstruction costs to rehabilitate those worlds."

"We can lower that, surely?"

"Sure, in theory, you only have to out fight them one-on-one in duels in a non-contested area." Liz said, "Which unless the technology has gotten better between when I left Tharkad, and when I arrived here, ain't happening, so it's alternative Bravo, which is to show the Clanners the difference between a boxing match and a riot."

"meaning?"

"make war, sir." Liz stated, "The Clans have an edge in tech, but we have production, they spend a lifetime crafting each one of their soldiers to elite levels, we have manpower and a bullet will kill an elite man just as well as it kills a gutter-man, you just need a lot of bullets.  This is the same situation that prevailed in the Shoah on Earth-the Germans had superior tanks, aircraft, and training, but limited numbers and a really terrible logistics situation, while Japan was overextended with poorly planned logistics and had no secure routes of escape or reorganization. On both fronts in the mid-20th century, the Allies were able to swamp them with 'good enough' equipment to overcome them with numbers and production, while replacing losses and having sufficient slack to learn from early mistakes."

"Go on..."

"one of them, one of the Clanners, is a heavy investment to replace, they had a hell of a bite taken out of them at Tukayyid, it'll take them years to make that back, they can't afford to lose men or equipment."  she folded her arms, "We can. Our strategic weaknesses are shrinking, and our strategic strengths are augmented by that shrinkage.  We have new production fleets in the works, they have leftover designs they've upgraded, but not as far as we have, or can-naval parity's a ways off, but we're catching up.  Control of the high ground as the enemy showed everyone, controls and dictates the battle at the bottom of the well."

"you can't land troops if you can't land, am I right?" Victor said it rhetorically.

"I think we demonstrated that pretty adamantly, Majesty." Liz answered with a nod, "The enemy has warships.  lots of them, they might not have all of them up and running, but that doesn't mean good things for our side unless or until we can negate that edge."

"do you think it possible?" Theodore asked.

"You have a production line at Dieron, one at Luthien.." she rocked her hand, "The First Prince has fleet yards at Alarion, Pandora, Tharkad.  I know this, my company built or re-built the damn things.  The Free Worlds League sent requests for licensing for tooling to my corporate board by Comstar, with a threat that they'd go to Krupp if we turned them down, about the only House Lord I'm not sure about, is the Cappellans-no requests, not even a damn spy taking pictures that we can tell.  Assuming they have their naval yards sorted at Gibson and a few other places, and assuming the material demands my customers are filling are proportional, There's eighteen trillion in warships either in service or under construction.  which at thirty percent losses, means about six trillion in breakage once they go up against the Clans...assuming the enemy is about equal quality to the two Clan naval attacks on Kowloon."

"How do we improve those odds?"  Theodore asked.

"Nukes." Elizabeth stated, "used even under Ares Convention rules, nuclear weapons are a decent force multiplier.  the Clans like to leave point-defense to dropships and fighters, which is fine if you're fighting wall-of-battle engagements.  If you leverage the improved point defenses of current era designs, and add nuclear strike fighters and missiles, maybe cut that butcher's bill on our side in half when they roll in the heavies...but someone needs to tell the idiot planners at Mount Asgard that ramming is not a viable tactic.  some of the tooling design requests my people are getting are basically reinforcing the bows of ships to effect a ramming attack, which is moronic.  these are not steam boats in shallow seas."

Theodore looked thoughtful, "so when did Michael Hasek-Davion turn into a girl, Victor?" he asked.

Victor laughed, "Liz, I wanted you here to confirm what my Champion was telling the First Lord."

"I could've done that over HPG, Sire." she said, "You needed an unschooled, wet-behind the ears headcase for that?"

"How many nuclear warheads will you contribute from that stockpile of yours for this?" Victor turned serious.

******.

"I estimate you'll need around two thousand.  when and where are they to be delivered?" Elizabeth responded.

"Two Thousand??"

"If I knew I was making an arms deal, I'd have brought stats and pictures, but I know wht most of your fleets have for delivery systems." Elizabeth continued, "So...gimme a list of sizes and types, and We'll ship them to wherever you need them."

"What sizes?" Theodore asked, interested.

"um...five KayTee to Ten Megatons." Liz said offhand, "I can..um...I'm trained. The sunshine badge isn't just for show.  once I realized I was asymptomatic after treatment from my little adventure getting shot, I took the handler's course.  set off my first egg out in the Snark belt in December."

"you're barred from enlistment, Liz." Victor said seriously.

"Yeah, but there's nothing in the law forbidding me from joining a paramilitary association." she replied, "Like...the Coast Guard Association. even got a little rank pin out of Li's personal stash of heritage items-as Duchess I hold the Presidency...See?"

"I pronounce you incorrigible, and non-deployable." Victor said semi-seriously.  "five thousand warheads, all standard types."

"okay.  when do you want them?"  she didn't blink.



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 21 January 2020, 17:13:45
She's got that many in one of her smaller nuclear stockpiles. 'Eat weaponized u-235, you Clanner bastards!'
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 21 January 2020, 17:38:05
I wonder what economic deals can Liz do with the combine if the coordinator had brought his cousin chandreskar kurita (aka Uncle Chandy)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Dave Talley on 21 January 2020, 17:52:31
I wonder what economic deals can Liz do with the combine if the coordinator had brought his cousin chandreskar kurita (aka Uncle Chandy)

Dude,
That's a book in itself, Chandy and Liz would be a partnership from hell,
I would lay money that he has a couple of Miles full of missiles waiting for a deal
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 21 January 2020, 17:55:06
Quote
Assuming they have their naval yards sorted at Gibson and a few other places,
Gibson is deep inside the FWL. i highly doubt it would be in capellan hands or producing capellan battleships. (i'm also fairly certain it doesn't have a shipyard)

assumign that in this universe the locations are the same as in canon, the star league era capcon shipyards were at Capella (Soyals) and Carver IV (Vincents), and post-clans they upgraded the dropship yards over Necromo to make the Feng Huang cruiser. (which in canon required WOB help in getting built. which makes sense given they'd basically have to build the warship yard from scratch)

Necromo isn't an option because it doesn't exist yet, Carver IV is in davion hands and the yards long dead, so Capella seems most probable. the old SL-era warship yard was destroyed in the 1st succession war, but Rashpur-Owens Incorporated has a jumpship and dropship yard at capella, which would be the most likely place for the capcon to get a warship yard going in this setting.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 21 January 2020, 18:00:45
"I pronounce you incorrigible, and non-deployable." Victor said semi-seriously.  "five thousand warheads, all standard types."

"okay.  pocket change it is. when do you want them?"  she didn't blink.


:)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 21 January 2020, 19:07:44
Dude,
That's a book in itself, Chandy and Liz would be a partnership from hell,
I would lay money that he has a couple of Miles full of missiles waiting for a deal

That would entail a WEBER of missiles and Liz would make Honor Harrington turn white... a Macross Missile Spam wouldn't even make any of them blink.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 21 January 2020, 19:36:18
Dang it, work a little late, and look what happens to the place...  ;D

I've already forgotten the original comments I was going to make...  ::)

But of COURSE she didn't blink.  She's building a force to take on the cylons.  A lesser included problem like the clans isn't going to so much as register as a problem.  Victor's mistake is not outright asking her what else she's working on...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 21 January 2020, 20:04:11
Where's a crazy Lyran scientist in a wheelchair when you need one?

"Mein Archon, I can walk!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 21 January 2020, 20:15:38
Haha. Now I am logged into Battletech Forum.
First love the continuation of the Hunted Tribes verse here.
Second another thing which may make the cylon imperium not as bad as it appears is that their numbers are capped not simply by networking limits but also by how much the Ones can reliably keep control of. Because they have dealt with one rebellion already.
It will still be pretty bad from all indications. And if the humans are going from worse case scenario then the response may be a Liz Ngo Atomic arsenal avalanche of annihilation (tm)
If those ground based energy shields become a thing to prevent easy bombardment it means landing ground forces landing to take out the shield generators. SO mechs can maintain relevance!!
If the Rebel Cylons build Praetorians the first one should be called optimus prime. If only because i can imagine the centurions going through old archives seeing transformers and decide it is weirdly relevant.
Also how old is little Hera (Athenas half cylon daughter) by now? Because i can imagine her as a mighty wolverine mechwarrior (in a upgraded centurion mech).
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: werehawk on 21 January 2020, 22:06:57
Well judging by the antimatter factory orbiting Kowloon I suspect that Liz will be adding antimatter weapons to the mix as well. Or maybe using antimatter as a power source for jump drives. Will we see jump to target missiles using antimatter as a power source and warhead?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 21 January 2020, 22:28:35
Also how old is little Hera (Athenas half cylon daughter) by now? Because i can imagine her as a mighty wolverine mechwarrior (in a upgraded centurion mech).

Well, according to Hunted Tribes, the Colonials arrived at New Circe in 3045, so not that old.

It's 3057 now, so that was 12 years ago. She's 13, 14 at most.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 21 January 2020, 22:34:07
She's got that many in one of her smaller nuclear stockpiles. 'Eat weaponized u-235, you Clanner bastards!'
BT wouldn't even need U-235, or even Pu-239.

A big capacitor laser and a container of hydrogen. Makes a nice big fusion explosion with out the pesky radioactives.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Liam's Ghost on 21 January 2020, 23:05:44
BT wouldn't even need U-235, or even Pu-239.

A big capacitor laser and a container of hydrogen. Makes a nice big fusion explosion with out the pesky radioactives.

There might be advantages to using fission initiated fusion, however. High yield pure fusion warheads (as described in interstellar operations) get pretty heavy when you compare them to equivalent yield real world warheads. The most efficient real world warhead on record was the B41, which achieved a 25 megaton yield on a 5 ton package. The most advanced (presumably pure fusion) battletech warheads with the same yield would require a 12.5 ton mass.

So pure fusion warheads have the advantage at smaller scales (down to 5 decaton satchel charges) and the fact that you don't need uranium to build them, while fission initiated warheads have the advantage in weight at strategic yields.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 21 January 2020, 23:09:18
So pure fusion warheads have the advantage at smaller scales (down to 5 decaton satchel charges) and the fact that you don't need uranium to build them, while fission initiated warheads have the advantage in weight at strategic yields.

And Kowloon has an extensive history of work with fission devices and power supplies, and apparently plentiful fissionables in their asteroid belts.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Liam's Ghost on 21 January 2020, 23:18:40
And Kowloon has an extensive history of work with fission devices and power supplies, and apparently plentiful fissionables in their asteroid belts.

Yep. One can imagine why most would go for pure fusion weapons, but Kowloon has the industrial infrastructure to support going for fission/fusion weapons exclusively, and with the target being warships, they have a lot of incentive to rely on warheads that are big enough to do the job whether or not the shot is just a glancing blow.

And they can conceivably fit them in smaller packages than the clans might really expect.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Dave Talley on 21 January 2020, 23:32:47
Or using smaller bombs make an absolute shitload of the bomb fired lasers, or even a few antimatter powered beams for the basestars
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: smdvogrin on 22 January 2020, 09:29:29
Gibson is deep inside the FWL. i highly doubt it would be in capellan hands or producing capellan battleships. (i'm also fairly certain it doesn't have a shipyard)

"The Free Worlds League sent requests for licensing for tooling to my corporate board by Comstar, with a threat that they'd go to Krupp if we turned them down, about the only House Lord I'm not sure about, is the Cappellans-no requests, not even a damn spy taking pictures that we can tell.  Assuming they have their naval yards sorted at Gibson and a few other places, and assuming the material demands my customers are filling are proportional, There's eighteen trillion in warships either in service or under construction."

"They" here appears to refer to the FWL, not the Cappellans, despite the fact that the cappies were the immediate prior nation.  She's discussing her estimate of how many warships are in production, based on her customer's orders from her, and she says that the Cappies are the only successor state that isn't buying/stealing from her to produce them.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 22 January 2020, 10:11:41
[Khartoon Hour!!]

the image:  a man in admiral's uniform, drawn chibi style.  The man orders "Ramming Speed!!"

next panel: a woman appears in a puff marked 'logic', and begins striking the admiral with a cane, "no-no-no, Baka baka baka, Stupid, Stupid!! You do not  use a warship for a battering ram mister man!! You ram enemy with missile, you ram him with cannon shot! stupid stupid man!! you shame your ancestors! you throw away victory for stupid delusions!!"

Next panel: Woman in black turns to the audience, breaking the fourth wall.  "A Warship is not a battering ram! it is billions of billions of [insert currency] contributed by your citizens, it is a strategic asset and it is expensive! Warships provide coordination and command assets you can not fit in a dropship, they are assets to control the battle-space, not galleys rowed by slaves and commanded by morons in an age of spears and dysentery!"

Next Panel, (Woman in black is holding Admiral's head by the neck in one hand, gesturing with her cane.)  "Unlike crappy, sail-powered baskets with ramming prows of pre-civilization, which sail on shallow water and are crewed by people who can not swim, Warships move in Three Dimensions.  this means if your enemy is stupid-stupid-stupid enough to try to ram, you can easily move out of the way, and then rip him apart by ramming his helpless hull to bits of tinfoil at point blank range!!" 

Final Panel, (woman in black is speaking, giivng the "ok" sign (in CapCon and SLDF versions, this is replaced by a V or Thumbs-up gesture), while humiliated admiral figure moans about committing seppuku) "Your Warship is a valuable resource not to be wasted by stupid-stupid-stupid gloryhound morons who do not know how to fight space-fights! use your beam, your missile, your cannon, your fighters, even your shuttles, but do not waste your ship!!  Remember, ram your girlfriend, ram your wife, ram your husband, but do not ram your ship!!"

-Proposed SLDF Navy joint officer's training pamphlet, 3057/04/11.  (this was actually adopted by the Cappellan and Draconis Combine navies virtually unedited aside from uniform details and currency equivalents.) Republished in pamphlet form for "PS/T magazine" (Com Guard) and Punch (Federated Suns).  Original Source: "A Coast Guard's Primer", Kowloon, 3055/02/01  (Sithers Burrow and Boojum children's press)

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 22 January 2020, 14:06:49
Alshain - Draconis Combine (Ghost Bear Occupation Zone)

Apparently the Wolverine in the ECO chair was not going to let the subject drop and started right back up again as soon as they arrived in-system after their FTL jump from where Yukon was waiting. "Seriously man, who names their kid 'Boxey'?" he wanted to know. "I mean all the other Colonials I know have normal names" he persisted. "You hear some Ancient Greek or Roman ones too but there ain't no other damn Boxeys."

Lieutenant Wakefield sighed. "My parents just wanted me to stand out I guess" he suggested.

"What? As the kid with the weird frakking name, query affirmative?"

"I never got the chance to ask them before the Toasters killed them" Wakefield responded flatly. "Just start your sensor sweeps okay."

"Already on it" the Wolverine replied, checking his DRADIS screen. "I mean I thought 'Boxey' was just your call-sign when they assigned me to you" he muttered to himself as he processed the incoming data.

Never should have volunteered for the exchange program, Wakefield thought to himself, I mean the women are hot but the munchkin jokes  really started to grate after a while and the ship's food sucked skinjob balls.

"Holy fraknuggets!" the ECO suddenly exclaimed. "Looks like we're not the only ones that decided to ass-frak the Spook Teddies today" he stated. "DRADIS is picking up Cylons all over the system. The nadir recharge station is already gone and looks like Basestars tangling with clanner capital ships in at least three other locations."

Wakefield grimaced. "Good thing we leave the FTL spun up for these. Preparing to jump back out" he informed the ECO. "If the Toasters do this like they did in the Colonies they'll take out the active warships first then the shipyards."

"Then they'll nuke the cities" the ECO added himself.

"With salted bombs just like they did back home" Wakefield stated through now gritted teeth. The Twelve Colonies might be safe to inhabit again one day but not for decades at best, centuries at worse. "Population?" he asked.

"About 2.8 billion" the ECO told him.

"Same as Gemenon" Wakefield remembered learning as a schoolkid before the Cylons came. "I had family on Gemenon" he recalled sadly.

The Raptor continued to collect data until the FTL was ready to jump again. If the Cylons had noticed the small craft's arrival and departure they were far too busy with the Ghost Bears to do anything about it.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 22 January 2020, 14:36:55
Spider Moon national Laboratory...

Ellen watched the tank with a mix of fascinations.  The sample they'd given Etienne wasn't the only one they took. Elizabeth's damaged ovary contained more viable ova than just what was given to the University after a long period of argument with the Duchess.

The major difference, was that Ellen had the assistance of Natalie.  This was part of the payment, a partial payment-a means of producing new Humaniform bodies for Cylons, and the Centurions insisted on patterning off the Duchess.

While Ellen had been systematically blocked from the Eugenics program in Clan service, her contributions mostly done at the basic sequencing levels that were the scutwork of the business, she had her own theories, and with the material gleaned from Etienne's publication of Clan methodologies, she even had the tools now.

She also had bits and pieces 'repurposed' from Etienne's project.

"They're viable." she said, looking up at her Cylon colleague.

"How long will it take?"

"To get full adults? oh...fifteen to twenty years."

"That's...very long.  The Five did it in much less time."

"it's the limits of what we have, and what we know, Natalie." Ellen said, "There are ways to speed it up, but you wanted the ability to evolve, not just exist, you even specified the ability to breed with humans." she tapped the console, "This is what you get, following the B pattern from Etienne's work, plus the hints you've given me so far.  fifteen to twenty years from now, you have Cylons that not only pass as human, but can interbreed with them freely, or with other, older models like...well, the twos, or for the boys, you."

"What will they be like?"

"No way to tell.  Who you are is a product of how you're raised." Ellen said, "they'll be remarkably resistant to disease, I can tell you that their potential strength and endurance will be at or above peak human norms, they're going to have great reflexes, especially the ones cooked from a mix of Ngo and Roshak. DNA...but what they'll be like as people?" she shrugged.  "Not a clue."

"How much Cylon will they be, physically?" Natalie asked.

"About fifty percent, trimming the defective genes from the Ngo samples left a lot of gaps, I filled those with Cylon strands and structures, some of the sub-mitochondrials that show viability, and then patched that to Roshak coding.  Came out to forty-six and two for the pairings, which is really close to what's swimming around inside your cells.  the ova fertilized on time, embryonic development rates are bang-on normal."  she said it lightly, then scrawled on a sheet of paper, "It's a Girl!" and "It's a Boy!"

"Children.."

"Well, that's what we're aiming for, isn't it?" Ellen asked, "Children, healthy, presumably will-be-happy kids.  I'll tell ya, I love this kind of work.  I gave up my ability to have them the normal way years ago... it's like being a mommy twelve times over."

"How did you lose it?" Natalie asked, drifting around past the former Clan Scientist's back.

"Longevity treatments, without those, I'd have died of old age twenty years ago, but there was a cost for them-I lost the ability to bear children because there are some things stem cell treatments don't fix, running dry is one of them.  I didn't have kids when I could have.  Too busy...oh I think this one's going to be a cutie!"

"how old are you, Doctor Ellen?"

"Clan records say forty, but I've passed that almost five times.  eventually I will get bored and stop the clock, or stop being able to learn new things...Vaun would love this guy..." she looked up from the scanner, and turned to Natalie, "Or, you could pull that trigger and finish me off, but if you do, well...can't develop your fast-growth techniques, now can I?"

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 22 January 2020, 15:07:37
CGB Dieron's Run, Cameron-Class battlecruiser, Alshain, June 1, 3057...

They came from nowhere, with no challenge, no warning.  Spindly alien-looking capital ships in groups of four.  Their first strke was on the Nadir and Zenith recharging stations, catching CGB White Claw and the Congress-Class CGB Shining Claw in dock, there was barely time to launch fighters before the swarms, armed with a storm of missile fire, hit.

From the moment it began, the Dieron's Run and Ursa Major were the only fleet units ready, the fighter units from the surface, and surviving combat patrol ships in the system, managed to form a phalanx of battle that the enemy homed in on.

Clan Ghost Bear was losing.  This enemy was ruthless, they were also faster.

"Keep firing!!"  Star Admiral Jameson Tseng ordered.  "We can not let this enemy through!!"

the reason was obvious.  one of the cities on Alshain had already fallen victim-an enemy...warship? had managed to get past them, and while it had been suitably chastized for doing so, the city of Ferndale on the southern continent was a radioactive crater now, and unlike the 'good morning charlies' of last year, this was a concentrated push.

A push, for extermination.

a blinding flash on screens, and the CGS Ursa Minor was gone, leaving a gap between the two main battleships.

we are losing.

one of the spindly enemy capital ships, following its cloud of missiles and fighter-drones, loomed ahead.

"Helm, sound the alarm, prepare for ramming attack!"

"Additional contacts!!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 22 January 2020, 15:17:27
Wotan, Jade Falcon Occupation Zone Capital...

The spidery shapes appeared out of nowhere, they struck while Aerostars were scrambling and the Falcon's scattered fleet tried to rally.

City after city vanished, as did ship, after ship.

it wasn't completely one-sided, but that was scant comfort to the survivors of the Jade Talon naval star, a pair of Carrack class transports whose LF batteries were charged when this mystery foe appeared.

On the ground, for sixteen hours, nuclear fire fell from the skies, homing on every radio transmission with unerring accuracy, after which, came the landing craft...

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 22 January 2020, 15:20:04
Ohh wow!  So the Imperial Cylon offensive starts?  Does the Comstar schism happen here?  If they do, what does the WOB going to do with this news?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 22 January 2020, 15:22:47
Tamar, Lyran Commonwealth (Clan Wolf Occupation zone capital...)

Named and famed warships died in the skies over Tamar this day, and on the ground, it was worse.

far, far, worse.

The Crusader arm of Wolf Clan, barely hanging on through the incomparable will of Vladimir Ward, lost whole galaxies of ground troops to nuclear fire, as did hundreds of millions of civilians, and then, the landing vessels appeared, and disgorged an army of murderous chrome...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 22 January 2020, 15:33:38
It looks lie we humans are doomed. Cylon Empire is kicking everyone's butt and there are likely billions of Cylons out there that are dedicated to eradicating we pests.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 22 January 2020, 16:57:37
This might be the wake up call needed to get people to actually listen to Liz...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: ironduke57 on 22 January 2020, 17:23:43
Spider Moon national Laboratory...
...
"Clan records say forty, but I've passed that almost five times.  ...

And know think how the IS would look like if Hanse had this treatment. ;)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 22 January 2020, 17:37:53
There's a fanfic for that (by Liam's Ghost no less)...   ^-^

Also, I finally remembered one of my original comments from yesterday: the cylon resource extraction reminded me of Schlock Mercearary's "resonance mining' of Io... quite the amusing image...  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 22 January 2020, 18:13:58
It's at times like this that I tend to look to the nearest hill, expecting the Rohirrim or the Knights of the Vale to come into view
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 22 January 2020, 21:32:16
Hmm.

A question. Why is 'Natalie' drawing a gun on that researcher in the Kowloon iron womb facility??

Also i really hope it is the wolverines riding to the rescue of the spook teddies. For those extra contacts they registered.
If they become friends perhaps there will be a clan version of that helpful info cartoon from kowloon on ramming tactics.

although this makes the situation even more awkward.
Bridge officer 1. Star Admiral the ships are the the not named. They say they are here to help us.
Bridge officer 2. The not named are here to help? I have conflicted feelings.
Star Admiral. Emotional conflict is later. Focus on the actual conflict with killer robots now.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 04:20:05
"information transfer isn't perfect, in the time it takes across interstellar distance, a decision can be reached-that is already too little, too late."
-Victor Ian Steiner Davion, Archon Prince of the Federated Commonwealth

The corner of Jennings and Lanterns, Nha Tranh...at the same moment that the attack on Wotan is taking place...


Elizabeth had granted an Embassy to the Wolverines, but officially, it belonged to the Colonies of Kobol and their hosts on New Circe, and she put it right in the middle of down town Nha Tranh, smack in the middle of Kowloon's largest urban area, less than four kilometers from the University and less than two from the Assembly building.  The previous tenants of the buildings had been the Regency's riot police, an organization which had not survived much past the first night Elizabeth Ngo had been on world.  the bulk of the damage had been repaired by the time it was handed over, but occasional small details had been missed, or bits of shrapnel had not been fully dug out of the ferrocrete, and some of the interior blast doors wouldn't hold in, or out, a blast anymore.

Not too great for a paramilitary headquarters, but quite suitable for use as a government building, and there was plenty of room to grow in here.

The north gates to the compound were among the better looking structures kept, and served rather well as an 'official' entry into Embassy territory.

The man standing outside that gate, was not expected.

"You lost, chicken?"

Nathan Roshak shook his head, "I know exactly where I am, Kind of you to ask."  He held up a data-storage disc.  "I assume you have equipment that can read these?"

"depends, what is on it?"

"Political Realities, which by their nature, differ greatly from politically convenient situations or politically ideal situations.  There is a small movement growing, to re-open the matter of the vote of Annihilation, the matter of Dehra Dun.  This is not in light of your colleagues and their bombing operation."

"What is it in light of?"

Nathan grimaced, "There will be a fact-finding mission from the Clan Homeworlds arriving on Kowloon, ostensibly to look into their Iron Womb programme, looking for Wolverine DNA.  You and I both know, none of the ancestors of the...SLDF in Exile came from this world, but the Khans have information throwing some of that in doubt.  that is the official explanation.  Unofficially, the Goliath Scorpion Khan is looking for artifacts and documents predating Exodus.  I know already what he will find, because they showed it to me.  It is my belief, and the belief of the Khan of Clan Jade Falcon, that this will provide impetus to a review, and possible re-addressing of the Annihilation verdict.  are you interested, quiaff?"

"Let us pretend the people I represent are.  Why are you telling us?"

"because it will make delivering your replies to the Grand Council easier.  My Khan and my Clan are considering taking a significant risk even contemplating the idea of negotiation, or a Trial of Refusal over the Annihilation order."

"What 'political reality' would drive this?"

"It is easier to reform the human race if there is still a human race to reform."  Roshak stated.  "Watch the disk, when you are ready, contact me.  My official land-line is listed in the continental directory under 'Roshak, Nathan'.  There are no other listings with that specific name, and it is a secure land-line...at least, secured from the Interclan Watch."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 23 January 2020, 04:54:39
When the report from Wotan arrives, it's going to look like he knew something...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 05:50:17
New Avalon

"...how did you get so many without anyone noticing?"  Victor asked, "Nuclear weapon trigger lasers are controlled items, Liz."

"Fission-fusion, Teller's layer-cake designs." Liz leaned on her cane out of habit now, but she ran a finger along the console, "my great grandmother found a collection of 20th century textbooks in the ruins of Dinh Diep and translated it, after that it was pretty easy.  Turns out atom bombs are pretty easy too, when you have a lot of Uranium and Thorium in your geology.  Laser-Fusion weapons were adopted because they're clean weapons.  Clean doesn't matter out past orbit, and it's a hell of a lot easier to contain energy-dense heavy metals, than compressed monotomic hydrogen.  they're lower-tech, but we've been building the damn things for years, only had a few breaks in production since the 28th century."  she fidgeted, sliding a cigarette roller in her right hand, "I've got about thirty six thousand warheads scaled from one kiloton tactical rounds to twenty megaton survey shots from this year's production lot alone."

"Survey shots?"

"Survey shots.  Useful for breaking up large asteroids for mining by generating resonances.  Crack the rocks, collect the pieces." she asserted, "We've got them in use, we use them, we build them, five thousand warshots isn't going to be a hassle."  she sighed, "Explaining to ground-bound traditional strategists why you don't want to use them for tactical warfare in an atmosphere might be-we're not using Strontium or anything, but the fallout's still about as bad as when the SLDF bombarded Dinh Diep, so cleanup could be a mess."

"How bad a mess are we talking?" Victor asked.

"Oh, with the full-house twenties?  could be as bad as, say, living down-wind of a coal fired powerplant in the Periphery?" she shrugged, "maybe twice the rads dose in the first couple years? the big ugly about it is the radiation release in gamma bands.  Gamma turns iron radioactive, kills people, animals and pretty much everything else carbon-based in some fairly ugly ways.  the smaller bombs are actually dirtier, more long-lasting fallout than the big boys, see, it's a matter of how complete your fuel burn is.  bigger boom? more efficient fuel burn."

"christ, Elizabeth, are you insane?"

"Nope. Prepared...or trying to get prepared." Elizabeth stated.   "I think I told Phelan and Peter already.  The Clans are our immediate problem, there's someone who's a worse problem, and they're coming, if we don't sort out the Clans, they'll come sort all our shit out.  I have stuff in the works, but the progress isn't exactly superstar level.  We're having to try to rediscover shit that's been erased from history just so we can try to build off it.  If sorting the Clans out means I give you a sixth of my total warheads, fine.  if you want all the ones in stock? could be trickier to move them, but I'll give them to you-if you're going to use them. If you're not, I need them to feed the production lines and conduct experiments to develop better weapons."

"better...weapons than nukes?"

"Better defenses against weapons like nukes." she countered.  "The tests so far haven't been perfect, we're going through concepts and scrapping them with experimentation at a furious rate.  The enemy that's coming wants humanity extinct, I want humanity to live, so we're going to invent defenses, weapons, strategies." she seemed to make a decision and filled the tray of the roller with tobacco, fitting a small filter at one end.  "big problem we've got, is overcoming a three or four hundred year dark-age, while our cancerous ancestors were tearing down civilization and confident at being alone in the galaxy, we should have been advancing our technology against the possibility of something hostile coming at us, now it's 'race against time' time, only we have to settle our own shit first." she slipped a paper into the roller, and licked one edge, then started the twisting motion.  "So...where do you want the warheads, and when do you want them delivered?"







Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 07:47:30
Gibson, Free Worlds League...

"...wasn't sabotaged, our agents got there late."  Alexander Kernoff, the Word of Blake's Precentor ROM, stated.  "The winter installations were simply wrong."

"Do we know how they were wrong?" Demona Aziz demanded.

"I can not tell you that, except that our own testing of the system at Installation 702 showed the same outcomes-the modified shielding contained all thermal emissions, and the field conducted some kinetic energies as heat."  he shrugged, "Which means the Blue Shield technology remains firmly under our control-nobody has yet rediscovered the principles."

"And the termination of the researcher?" she asked.

"That, has turned up a snag or two." he admitted.  "The catspaws chosen by my predecessor have been effectively declawed, Ngo is almost as efficient at removing our agents as Hanse Davion's people were.  We managed enough damage control to assure that it lead to the Brotherhood of Cincinattus, instead of to the Order, but the security measures they are using are..." he hesitated, "complex. we cannot move against Ngo's heretical little operation without revealing our own involvement."

"but information gathering?" she asked.

"Easily the easiest task you've ever given me-the woman has directed her researchers to publicize everything." he said, "The difficulty is not in obtaining secret research-there is none.  The difficulty is in suppression of public research, much of which would be classified by anyone with even a grain of sense regarding military secrecy."

"ahm...'we have lost so much knowledge we don't even have names for what has been forgotten'." Precentor Riordan, head of analysis, spoke.  "I swear, do any  of you actually read your own reports?  The woman is a walking argument for why Holy Shroud was a great first step, except..."

"Except?"

Clive Riordan turned to Alex.  "The Cylons, we've confirmed they're artificial. have we confirmed anything else?"

"What have you confirmed?"  Demona, the acting Primus for the Word of Blake, asked.

"They are not from the Star League." Kernoff admitted. "They are alien, they are fractured much like...like the Blessed Order, only the other fraction seeks the extermination of humanity, and we can't be sure the tame ones on Kowloon aren't a covert operation to prepare the way for the rest."

"Bingo." Clive said, "She is trying to arm the human race against insane, killer robots...and we're sitting here discussing how to eliminate her.  Does this make sense to any of you?  No?? uh-huh.  Primus, we can not lead mankind into a golden age, if mankind is exterminated by self-replicating murder robots."

"It's not that bad, it can't be! You're jumping at shadows!!"

a hollow voice spoke from the doorway. 

"No. he's got it right.  The third transfer can not happen if mankind is exterminated."  the scarred man ambled in the room, his joints emiting faint buzzes and clicks as he walked.  he laid something gruesome on the table.  "The Cylons are a threat to our long term, and short term, plans.  Plans which must be modified."

"Whose head is that?" Demona asked in a whisper.

"He calls himself 'one', and 'john' and for a while, he was inside our databases.  we caught him, the secrets of his construction are even now being analyzed for the Manei Domini program, but we can not be as certain, or as comfortable, as we have been."  Thomas Marik, the ACTUAL Thomas Marik, explained.  "This goes beyond your schism, I hate to say it, but mankind must unite against this threat, or there will be no future golden age."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 23 January 2020, 08:00:26
We must all hang together, or, most assuredly, we shall all hang separately.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: LightGuard on 23 January 2020, 08:02:52
...if there was ever a time for the dramatic swell of music, this would be it.

I wish I had popcorn for this next part!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 08:42:06
Kowloon, Embassy site

"Nobody else recognizes this danger, so..."

New Avalon, Fox's Den

"...nobody else is..."

Gibson, WoB compound
"...working on this, further..."

1st Circuit chambers, Terra

"...nobody else trusts anyone else, and nobody..."

Spider Moon National Laboratories

"...believes it's even possible that this can be..."

Wotan...

"...Happening!!"

Fox's Den, New Avalon.

"and because of that, you think I'm insane, and maybe I am." Elizabeth told Theodore.  "But I know what I know, I trust what my people have found out. we are ..."

Alshain

"...in serious danger!"

New Circe

"They're coming!"  Hera woke from the nightmare. 
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Post by: Sir Chaos on 23 January 2020, 09:03:03
Oh (expletive deleted)... even the WORD OF BLAKE is getting reasonable.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 23 January 2020, 09:10:57
Alshain - Draconis Combine (Ghost Bear Occupation Zone)

When he woke up that morning this was not how Captain Walter Mroczkiewiz expected to be spending his day. It almost was, in that he fully expected to be jumping into Alshain hurting people and breaking things, it was just that the things concerned were different than planned and the people weren't exactly 'people'.

As a boy Mroczkiewiz's father had often taken him hunting, and an oft told truism from his parent now came to mind, 'Some days you get the bear, some days the bear gets you'. At no point however had his father ever added the seldom realised third alternative, some days you find yourself saving the ****** bear.

"This is the SLS Yukon to all Ghost Bear forces in the Alshain system" he broadcast a hail the moment his ship jumped in. "Clan Wolverine is here to help defend the civilian population of Alshain from the Cylons, we are not presently here to fight you. More of the non-combatants will survive if you have the required sufficiency of common-sense and self-control to not to attempt to bring us to battle either. Yukon out." 

Mroczkiewiz looked at the tactical display. Zeus, Poseidon and their fighter squadrons had jumped straight into the fight and were already all over the Toasters which had been attacking the Cameron Class battlecruiser belonging to the Ghost Bears that IFF identified as Dieron's Run. That meant that Yukon and her own fighter complement were going to have to take on a pair of basestars now changing course in her direction alone. "Okay, let's show the Spook Teddies how it's done" he said calmly as he inwardly winced at just how many Cylon capital ships were in this system and how many Raiders that meant too. " Scramble fighters, bring forward batteries to bear on the lead Basestar" he ordered. "Gunnery officer, that gigantic misshapen starfish offends my sense of aesthetics, remove it from my sight with alacrity please."

"Removing Basestar Sir" the gunnery officer responded with a grin as he took aim. Captain Mroczkiewiz rarely used a one or two syllable word when there was a three, four or five syllable alternative. The joke among the crew was that his surname was responsible for the habit. It was certainly always entertaining watching a Colonial try and pronounce it when written down, it went against everything they had learned about how to vocalise written English.

"Raider swarms jumping in all around us Sir" the tactical officer reported.

Mroczkiewiz smirked. "And this is why you always bring plenty of point-defence weapons to a Toaster fight" he said as the massed batteries of medium-pulse-lasers and rapid fire autocannon that now covered the hull of the Yukon automatically opened up. After over a decade of fighting the Cylons the Wolverines were good at it, practice makes perfect.

"I swear Skeet get dumber every battle" one of the younger bridge crew observed as the number of destroyed Raiders rapidly climbed into the scores then hundred.

"They used to get smarter every battle" a more experienced officer noted. "Resurrection meant they even learned from fatal mistakes but looks like those lobotomies didn't just make them more obedient, it made them frakking ******" he said. In reality it was worse than that, death was traumatic enough, ask a biocylon, but every time a Raider was brought back it had to be lobotomised again too because the resurrection repaired their brains and they remembered the process. Even if they still had the free will to commit suicide because of the abuse it wouldn't stick anyway so they didn't even have that option of a way out.

Between the Yukon's anti-aircraft batteries and her large complement of Kirghiz ominfighters the enemy attack was quickly beaten back and the pair of Cylon Basestars shifted to the defensive behind a massive screen of additional Raider Squadrons plus a smaller number of Heavy Raiders. As the Yukon battered one with her main battery of oversized naval autocannon and lasers a third Basestar which had been previously attacking Alshain performed a tactical jump to appear nearby and started throwing missiles at the Wolverine warship and launching its complement of Heavy Raider squadrons.

Unlike the most common Cylon aerospace fighters the Heavy Raiders represented a serious threat, even if only encountered in relatively low numbers of dozens instead of hundreds at a time. They were piloted by either Centurions, who had super skills to a lobotomised standard Raider, or even worse a Biocylon. Moreover they had been steadily up-armoured over the years to better resist flak from naval point-defence guns or cluster rounds and worse they could now be seen sporting reverse-engineered laser armament of their own.

A pair of Inner-Sphere tech-level Medium Lasers wasn't much by omnifighter standards, even when added to the Heavy Raiders normal armament of multiple 30mm and a pair of 50mm autocannon, but the fact they sported directed-energy-weapons at all represented a big leap in capability. The first time they were encountered radiological warnings on DRADIS made the Wolverines think that they were all packing nuclear armament too, but subsequent studies of wreckage showed that they were instead modified with one of the compact liquid-metal-cooled fast fission reactors the Cylons had developed to power their Praetorian mechs.

They weren't as good as the fusion reactors the Thirteenth had, the cylons were surely working on those too though, but the fission powerplants did at least give the Heavy Raiders enough power-generation to run two lasers instead of the single one mounted on a Colonial Viper and fire them more frequently.

Well they could fire them until they overheated anyway, the Cylons hadn't caught up in heat sink technology yet either.

As the Kirghiz jumpfighters got mixed up with the Heavy Raiders, and another large wave of standard Raiders moved in from the first two Basestars to support, Mroczkiewiz could only be relieved that the SLDF-in-Exile had never gotten over their long obsession with particle-projector-cannon because armour that could defeat cluster rounds was like tin-foil against the pair of LRPPC's mounted on a Wolverine Kirghiz.

The first Basestar came apart under Yukon's main guns just as news came that Poseidon had successfully nuked another one that was about to finish off the Bear's flagship Dieron's Run.

"Dammit. we're not killing them fast enough" Mroczkiewiz said quietly to himself. Even if they somehow managed to take out every basestar in the system it wouldn't matter if the Toasters managed to beat down the Ghost Bears still desperately defending the planet against the bulk of the Cylon forces. "Maybe I should have kept my Raptors instead of sending them for help?" he questioned his decision.

"Or maybe not!" he exclaimed as a massive jump signature by Colonial or Cylon standards appeared on the tactical display positioned in orbit around Alshain V.

"This is Galactica actual to the Cylon fleet. I have never given you cause to doubt my word as a Colonial Officer and as the Gods are my witness Alshain is not going to burn today. Galactica out.."


 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 10:33:59
Wotan, 8PM Star League Universal Time, 8 May, 3057...

I am a warrior.  Warriors protect the lower castes from external harm and the ravages of war.

we have failed.  as the massive thing descends, I can see it, a cloud of shapes streaking around it, fighters and other craft.

too close, there are civilians fleeing here, and we are warriors, we must protect them.

My first sight of the enemy comes in a steel and chrome tide, they are squat, but not as squat as Elemental armor, barely two meters tall, bearing large rifles.

The elementals of my Cluster are dug in, as I ready my 'mech for battle.

ammunition feeds into the arms, and I begin warming up the clusters of class two autocannons in each arm.

They are entering the town from the west, while our civilians are escaping to the east.

dezgra machines.  It is not enough that the people here will die in fallout of starvation, they have to come and finish the job with claws and bullets.

"Ready!"

our garrison cluster is going to die, but we will buy time, for the vengeance of our Clan!

"FIRE!!!"

this is what it is to be a warrior.  The tide of chrome murder bent around his fire, then seemed to just absorb it.  The rest of his garrison star opened up.  Support weapons, mauser IIC rifles, grenades.

they responded with progressively heavier weapons, and for a while, it feels like we're maybe going to win this.

but they keep coming, the smaller ones use cover, and tactics, while the large ones, just run straight into our fire, absorbing it to let their leaders through.

The bins run dry, and I am down to using lasers.

and still they come, bending around our position in an enormous encirclement, I find myself praying to...someone, that the citizens made it out before the invaders could envelop them, too.

and then, they're climbing, clawing at my 'mech, I roll it, thrash with it, metal flies and part of my mind registers-no blood

My canopy is shattered by an explosion, and a thing, looms in.

I draw my sidearm, and shoot, and it's just...not...enough.

pain and darkness
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 12:12:53
Spider Moon...

I know what she is.  Weapons designer, biological weapons specialist.  I hold the pistol, "...If you want me to solve your little aging problem."

she knows enough to kill us all, and she is amoral.

"Now, fire, or put it away, please." 

why can't I fire?  one bullet, and we are safe, one bullet and we are secure.  One bullet, and the Cylon race need never fear weapons we can not defeat.

just one bullet.

"Put the gun down, Natalie, we have work to do, and so much left to learn." she says.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 23 January 2020, 13:54:27
Oh (expletive deleted)... even the WORD OF BLAKE is getting reasonable.
no, they just remembered maxim 29. The enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy. No more. No less.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 23 January 2020, 13:55:50
Alshain - Draconis Combine (Ghost Bear Occupation Zone)

The Star League had built things to last. The overwhelming majority of the capital ships still in use by the various clans descended from the personnel of the original SLDF were centuries old, with many barely upgraded or refitted since the day of their launch. By comparison Galactica had been considered a relic by the Colonial Fleet after barely a half-century of service and underneath her covering of thick armour plates and the ribs beneath them her hull was starting to bear out that opinion. The stresses incurred by many more, and frequently much longer FTL jumps than her original designers had ever intended her to undertake in her lifetime, meant that the old girl was starting to feel as clapped-out as her commanding officer.

That was not to say that Galactica wasn't still hell in a fight however. As a matter of fact if you put the battlestar in its current state up against the same vessel when William Adama first served upon her as a mere lieutenant decades ago shiny new Galactica would have it's ass handed to it by creaky old Galactica.

As built Galactica didn't have a battery of eight Heavy Naval Particle Projector Cannon mounted forward, she didn't have Laser AMS modules to deal with incoming missiles and her hangers weren't filled with Viper Mk. VII's packing lasers plus a squadron of Avar omnifighters.

"All Viper squadrons away, port and starboard hangers, Avar's still launching Sir" the Executive Officer reported.

"Thank you Mr. Kelly" Adama replied. That was one problem with the Avars, you couldn't just stuff one into a regular Viper launch tube and fire them off into space quickly. They were just too big to fit.

"All Raptors away, Avars still launching" Kelly stated. "Raptors jumping away."

"Happy hunting" Adama wished the Raptor crews good luck. They had simple orders, go hunting and if you find a basestar stripped of most of its Raider escort nuke the frakking thing.

Kelly nodded with satisfaction. "All Viper squadrons moving to engage Cylon forces. All Avars away" he said with a smile.

You can promote the officer out of the LSO job but you can't take the Landing Signal Officer out of the XO, Adama thought to himself wryly. Kelly was always going to keep an unusually close eye on that facet of ship operations just like former enlisted man turned officer Saul Tigh had made the ship's NCO's miserable.

Well Saul clearly remembered being an enlisted man during the First Cylon War at least, even if it turned out later that hadn't actually been true.

"All Viper squadrons to move to support remaining Ghost Bear forces defending the planet as per instructions" Adama ordered. "Main battery report status if you please" he requested.

"HNPPC's one-thru-eight charged and ready. All heat sinks operational. Fusion reactor in the green Admiral" the young ensign sat at the extra console the Wolverines had stuffed into the CIC responded immediately. She sounded excited, this was her first naval battle and the girl couldn't have even been in her teens when the Cylons had destroyed her homeworld.

Adama looked at the DRADIS console. There were three basestars now heading right down Galactica's throat.

"There are over two billion human beings on the planet below us that those Cylon basestars intend to murder" Adama said seriously. "We are going to kill them first" he added as a matter-of-fact rather than as a statement of intent.

"So say we all" Kelly concurred, the rest of the CIC repeating the phrase including Adama himself.

"Multiple raider squadrons inbound on Galactica" the tactical officer reported.

Adama turned to Kelly and nodded.

"Begin a defensive barrage with the secondary battery once they're in range, I want a wall of flak out there" Kelly ordered. "Slave maneuvering to main battery fire-control and give those basestars a taste of Heavy Naval PPC fire" he continued. "Anything that gets through the flak does not get past the point-defence batteries am I understood?"

William Adama remembered the Battle of Ragnar Anchorage years before when Galactica had stood between the oncoming Cylons and the civilian ships trying to jump to safety. Yes, he thought to himself, nothing gets past us. Nothing.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 23 January 2020, 14:55:14
Nice story update!  I wonder if there was a way to direct the destroyed imperial Cylon raiders to another resurrection hub that would be in control of the other Cylon faction? 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 23 January 2020, 15:06:25
Nice story update!  I wonder if there was a way to direct the destroyed imperial Cylon raiders to another resurrection hub that would be in control of the other Cylon faction?

Good question... what controls which hub a Cylon is resurrected at?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 23 January 2020, 15:11:31
Alshain - Draconis Combine (Ghost Bear Occupation Zone)

Sometimes when she was in a serious furball Squadron Leader Louanne Katraine wished that she had never traded in her Viper for an Avar. Sure it was heavier armed and much more heavily armoured than a Viper, and it wasn't nearly as sluggish as a Visigoth or, Gods help her, a Kirghiz, but when you were trying to get on the ass of a wildly maneuvering Raider a Mark VII would have already managed it.

The Ghost Bear pilots weren't bad from what she could see but most of them were at even more of a disadvantage in their own fighters than she was in an Avar and they had never trained in the art of dealing with a horde of fragile but agile enemy craft that outnumbered you better than five-to one, frequently more than that. In the ideal engagement Vipers would keep Raiders off you while the Avars made fast slashing attacks through the dogfight at maximum overthrust which worked to some extent but the Cylons didn't always cooperate.

The damn Heavy Raiders were a problem too. Vipers had trouble bringing them down quickly unless they used missiles and once those were expended it was up to the Avars to tangle with the larger, more capable Cylon fighters.

Katraine had tried to get the Ghost Bears to concentrate on the Heavy Raiders with their own omnifighters too but they weren't listening, perhaps because they saw the Colonials as allies of what they called the Not-Named.

"Gottcha" Katraine finally exclaimed in triumph as her medium pulse lasers finally took out the Raider which had been bugging her and she could go back to hunting the thing's bigger brothers.

There were so so Gods-damned many of them though. Each basestar could carry at least twice the fighter complement of a Mercury class like Pegasus, let alone the smaller number that Galactica boasted and the Wolverines from Battlegroup Yukon were too busy elsewhere to help out.

"We're just not killing them fast enough" Katraine thought to herself as she brought her guns to bear on a Heavy Raider which had just taken out a Viper with it's lasers.

Nearby, at least in terms of distance in space, Galactica had disabled one of the basestars with her HNPPC's and was now in the process of burning down the next. Unfortunately a third basestar had already joined in the fight, all the gun batteries were starting to overheat, and reports from Yukon indicated that while she had eventually won her own battle she had sustained heavy damage, including to her Colonial FTL drive.

When a fourth basestar jumped in to Galactica's position Adama grimaced. This was going to be a very bad day he decided, the Cylons must really dislike me, or my ship, or maybe both of us.

Once the volume of fire from the secondaries and the point-defence batteries started to slacken the Cylons would notice and the old Battlestar was going to start eating nukes. She was tough enough to take a couple of standard yield Cylon anti-ship nukes, maybe three at best, but even armour like hers wasn't going to stand up long especially given that her hull underneath the armour wasn't up to that kind of battering to start with.

"Another capital ship jump signature, fifteen degrees to port" the tactical officer.

"Oh for frak's sake" Kelly moaned. In the unlikely event they lived through this Adama would have to have a word with the man about not saying things like that in front of the crew.

"According to DRADIS its a battlestar jump signature!" the tactical officer exclaimed.

"Yeah, but not from an actual battlestar" Kelly added, grinning.

One advantage to having over a quarter-million tons worth of internal cargo space was that it hadn't been nearly as tricky to cut a hole in the side of the Zughoffer Weir and stuff in an FTL drive salvaged from the wreck of the battlestar Solaria in there as the similar modifications to Yukon in particular had been later. As well as the drive the McKenna class battleship had also received a hundred of the point-defence guns from a different battlestar, this being Galactica herself who had swapped them for the eight HNPPC's she now carried.

The forty remaining Heavy Naval PPC's that Zughoffer Weir still boasted, twenty each side, were still more than sufficient to put a Wrath-of-God imitating broadside into the basestars to her port and starboard before her own secondary and tertiary gun batteries applied their own weight of fire to the mass of Raiders swarming around Galactica.

"Now it's a frakking party!" Louanne Katraine said with a whoop as the Titan carrier-dropships that accompanied the Zug jumped in, preceded by dozens of Kirghiz and Visigoth jumpfighters from the Weir's battlegroup.

"This is Zughoffer Weir actual, sorry we're late Bill"

Aboard Galactica Adama sighed with relief. "Next time we'll rescue you just in the nick of time Martin" he signaled back.

The hybrids aboard each of the remaining basestars in the system sat upright simultaneously. "The Ferryman is here, many he has carried across the River Styx, many more will join them. The Ferryman is here. End of line." they said together before settling back down.

They were a superstitious bunch, Cylons. Which was not to say that Captain Martin Ferry didn't like their nickname for him.



 

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 16:26:46
Overview: Chrome Morning

On May 8, 3057 between the hours of 03:00 and 22:45 Star League Uniform Ship's Time (adjusted), four simultaneous attacks occurred that should be remembered.  This was the morning the Cylon Empire went from a rumour, to a fact.

Three of those worlds were devastated in a matter of hours.  The fourth, was saved.

Avon: jointly held by Clans Smoke Jaguar and Nova Cat, the world of Avon fell quickly enough that the only message about what happened was borne by a pair of merchant-caste transports that managed to be ready to jump before they were noticed by the attackers. 

Wotan: Fell in 12 hours to thermonuclear bombardment.  over two billion estimated dead.

Tamar: fell in less than 8 hours, unknown casualties, estimated close to Three billion will die.

Alshain: Saved by the Not Named, was the focus of the largest, and strongest attack.  many cities on this world were still hit with nuclear fire, and Cylon forces landed ground troops in a few areas, but the assault was repulsed-at the cost of a Star of Ghost Bear warships and nearly a galaxy worth of pilots.
53 million dead.

but what stopped them, was declared "...a repayment for a kindness shown once in Arcadia" by the departing SLS Yukon.

rub it in, why don't you?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 23 January 2020, 17:25:51
PURE awesome!  :thumbsup:

And I love that the hybrids call him the Ferryman...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 23 January 2020, 18:57:03
"...a repayment for a kindness shown once in Arcadia"
I'm sure that the people still living on Alshain aren't too bothered about that particular debt of honour being repaid.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Korzon77 on 23 January 2020, 19:13:25
One issue that needs to be addressed is prolifrating colonial jump drive. Because the rest of the IS needs it, ASAP.  As long as they don't have it, the imperial cylons can just jump into a system, let the IS forces jump in--and then leave, confident that they now have a weeks window to slaughter people in every other system.

Granted, this is one of the Wolverine's big advantages, but I think at this point, everyone should agree that "who wins our squabbles" is a fourth quarter problem, for which you must survive the current quarter.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 23 January 2020, 19:14:26
There are now two things in the universe that can make the WOB act rationally. The Evil of John Cavil and the stupidity of Thomas Hogarth.
Yet now the wolverines and Ghost bear shall be friends. I can hear the immigrant song playing whenever I read that battle and I suspect will hear it every time those two clans are fighting alongside each other. In fact.
Cavil: Damnit why do the hybrids start playing this frakking song on the speakers every time they
show up!!

Plus the Cylons are beginning the third Cylon War! Although the fact raiders are getting dumber is the signs of Cavils evil making him less effective. How long before the Cavils go full evil ham and start getting called imperious leaders by the other brain jacked cylons. With the raised chair and red cloak. And how long before this will bite Cavil in the behind.

Meanwhile Lizzie is arming with enough nukes to be declared an honorary Taurian. In fact since the Taurian concordat is one of the periphery targets on Cavils list things will get very unpleasant. Because the Taurian response to you nuking them is to reply with more and bigger nukes.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 23 January 2020, 19:21:04
I definitely want to see a Taurian response to a cylon attack...  8)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 23 January 2020, 19:59:22
I definitely want to see a Taurian response to a cylon attack...  8)
The Taurian Concordat: where they play the 1812 Overture with nukes
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Paladin1 on 23 January 2020, 20:15:45
Much has been made of the Cylon’s superstitious nature, but has it ever been used as a psychological weapon against them?

I mean, it seems like something that would be used to full effect once it’s known.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 23 January 2020, 20:17:04
One issue that needs to be addressed is prolifrating colonial jump drive. Because the rest of the IS needs it, ASAP.  As long as they don't have it, the imperial cylons can just jump into a system, let the IS forces jump in--and then leave, confident that they now have a weeks window to slaughter people in every other system.

Granted, this is one of the Wolverine's big advantages, but I think at this point, everyone should agree that "who wins our squabbles" is a fourth quarter problem, for which you must survive the current quarter.
Well proliferating the drive also requires proliferating the tylium mining, refining and support infrastructure. Tylium is tricky stuff. I can see whole new industries and corporations setting up to support it in the Inner Sphere. In fact the logistical limitations of Tylium drives mean that they will not completely supplant the KF drives in military or civilian use. Raiding the Cylon fueling operations has been a tactic used by the Wolverines way back in hunted tribes. It may also be what slows down the Cylon Imperiums offensive later on.
It can become a valid tactical counter as well.
At first it is damn the cylons are jumping all over the place.
Then it becomes we need to spook the cylons into jumping more so they burn their fuel reserves.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 20:26:50
Attn. to Orders

To: Commodore Alicia Li, Kowloon Coast Guard.
From: Duchess Elizabeth Ngo.

RE: Executive Order 213

Executive Order 213, Context War Plan Silver.  Will be home in six months. Release is granted, happy hunting. That is all.



New Avalon HPG station, 10 March, 3057.

"that's it?" Victor asked.

Elizabeth nodded.  "I trust my people." she said, "I trust them to formulate military strategy, and i trust them to execute it.  Detailed orders are for suckers, especially on an open channel."

"What..did you just do?"

"I turned the Coast Guard loose and ordered a raising of the ban and arriere'-ban, basically we are now on wartime footing for production, recruitment and preparation for deployment under article 2, section 13 of the Kowloonese Constitution as re-ratified and recognized under your mother's reign."

"You mean, you weren't before?"

"Nope." Liz said, "we really weren't.  you ready for your part?"

"my part?"

"As Archon-Prince, you're the only legal authority that can suspend the Militia Act, i'm about to raise more than twelve million soldiers-when you take into account support services, on an expeditionary footing.  It would be nice if I wasn't going to be trying to do my service to the realm from inside a prison cell.  for the Margrave side of things, I still need to forward orders to the planets you put me in charge of, but those places? I haven't gotten the infrastructure in place yet to produce expeditionary quality units."

"Twelve Million??"

"At two percent of local gross domestic product that's a sustainable number." Liz pointed out, "The easy parts are about finished-we've got production lines for three types of 'mech and two types of Battle Armor, tank factories, and factories for three classes of fighter, the bottlenecks are transport-which is about solved with the Boojum, Winter, and Inarcs shipyards plus Alarion's overages, small arms are a non-problem and so are uniforms-though there will be a small boost to the textile and leather industries...what?"

"At...two percent?"

"Low overhead." Liz said, "I've been telling you what I'm doing!"

Victor paused, then, found his words.  "I thought you were joking." he said numbly.

"Well, not joking.  Now I have preparations to make, your Majesty, while I trust my people, I'm kind of fond of being home, someone has to answer the phones and keep things on track, and there are a dozen planetary systems that still need sorting out if you're going to win this war.  My I leave to do my job now?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 23 January 2020, 20:33:39
I've asked that last question before (if not in those words exactly)... fortunately, the answer was "yes"...  ^-^

Got me out of the rest of that meeting, and the memo my boss needed drafted and ready for him when he needed it...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 23 January 2020, 20:45:04
and now we get to the point where Cannonshop mugs FASAnomics in a dark alley.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 23 January 2020, 20:49:02
I always figured he'd NUKE FASAnomics in a dark alley...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 23 January 2020, 21:00:18
and now we get to the point where Cannonshop mugs FASAnomics in a dark alley.
One thing to remember about FASAnomics in regard to a planets military. The combination of Battlemechs and dropships means that an invading enemy can do to a much larger planet military force what the cylons are doing to the clanners in space. You can have enough tanks and infantry to shoot the hell out of your foe ten times over but if their mech forces keep smashing key targets and then buggering off to another part of the planet before your tanks and infantry can get there well that is a problem. So your own mech forces in dropships are likely key to reinforcing those areas fast since mechs can just jump out of a dropship embarking and disembarking faster than heavy armor.
Until the enemy heavy forces of tanks and infantry land. Which is why mech battles do become significant.
And the inclusion of Tylium drives will make the whole thing worse.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 22:20:40
[out of story]

Three 'mech lines:

Inner Sphere copy of the Battle Cobra, but unlike the main-timeline Comstar copy, they didn't make it slower.  Instead, they made it slightly larger to accomodate enough tonnage for a decent weapons load while retaining the same speed and profile using endosteel and ferro fibrous armor.  Like the original, the bulk of the weapons podding is in the arms, is primarily PPC based, and uses some of the Wolverine-derived tech given by New Circe to the new Star League.

There are a total of 12 lines going simultaneously for this type, with additional lines for podded armaments and munitions.

Blackhawk-KU: as a subcontractor to the official licensee, Ngo did a lot of the tooling for this copy of a Clanner medium as an Inner Sphere fast-heavy.  While CMW and Defiance both have two lines producing the type, Nashan/Groves of Winter has purchased 12 lines of tooling and those lines were set up quickly.  With the "Executive Order" the lines which were producing spares of every component for the prime contractors, have been turned over to full unit assembly production.

Enfield Medium 'mech: The LBX-version of this design, under contract with Blackstone and Blue Shot on Inarcs, has a total of 24 production lines between four worlds, those being held by a variety of subcontractors begun as part of Elizabeth Ngo's "Economic revitalization and reformation" campaign since 3055.

In rough scaling, the "Biggah Kobra" serves as a fast strike/scout design, intended to range ahead of formations in a variety of roles that Jade Falcon warriors would call 'Sweep" operations.  The Enfields form the bulk of forces, while the Blackhawk-KU fills the heavy and heavy cavalry roles.

There is a distinct lack of true 'heavy' or trooper designs, but that's the limits of what you can get legal permission to do when you're Elizabeth Ngo.

Tank Designs:

an LBX-armed version of the Patton, which replaces the flamer and small laser with a medium pulse laser, and incorporates a cylon-tech derived missile launcher in place of the Coventry patented LRM, in this case, equivalent to an MML-5, this updated tank carries Ferro Fibrous armor of the same type as the locally produced 'mechs, and the LBX autocannon is the same type as used by the Enfield, or in podded applications by the omnimech designs.

In keeping with "Make more of the same thing to save money", the Patton is joined by a Field Artillery variant using the classic 'Thumper' in a turret mount, with slightly reduced armor and the same engine and automotive components as the tank.  (Really, it's just a Rommel with a Thumper in place of the AC/20), an MLRS system or "rocket battery" fitting as many MML-3's as can be physically crammed onto the turret ring (while keeping 4 tons of ammo), an "APC" version armed with a lighter, lower damage PPC configured for supporting either light infantry, or Battle Armor, and a "Cargo Schlepper" version to serve the same role as the J-27, except with armor and CASE, and a series of combat engineering/construction vehicles based on the same automotive components.

There are factories for these scattered throughout the theater as part of Elizabeth's "Economic Revitalization project" (How do we keep people from rioting? JOBS JOBS JOBS.)

Fighter Production:

Variations of the SB-27 might seem odd, given this is the Lyran Commonwealth,but the type's been in operation for over five centuries, there is a huge aftermarket, and they're a good export item.  The 'wartime' variant uses a "Light" PPC and ferro-aluminium armor with XL fusion engine and double heat sinks, along with advanced targeting systems based on reverse-engineered clantech.

the SL-15 Slayer isn't a Lyran design, and some folks were quite put out that Ia Drang Industries got the license from the original manufacturer (thus, making Kowloon the place for LCAF militias still operating the type to get new-stock spare parts).  However, it is an effective design with a long fuel duration and decent weapons load.  This weapons load is increased significantly with the SL-15KR, which replaces the engines with XL powerplants, the heat sinks with double models, the Medium Lasers with extended range medium lasers, and the autocannon 10 installation with an LBX model.  tonnage savings on the design update went into improved avionics and targeting systems, along with ECM arrays.

Ia Drang "Raptor" fully deployable smallcraft: a line for line copy of the Colonial Raptor, this smallcraft employs a Kobolian/Cylon Tyllium jump drive, fusion engine for main power, and an array of configurable roles ranging from simple transport to ECM/Electronic Warfare support and reconaissance.

Battle/Power armor:

With the assistance of the Cylons, and with contracts tooling everyone from GDL enterprises to Coventry Metal Works to NAIS, Kowloonese forces have access to two modern battle-armor types;

1. Kowloon Light Suit: The Kowloon light suit is an up-armored copy of the Gray Death Scout armor
2. Kowloon Medium Suit: this armor is functionally identical to the medium suits being deployed elsewhere in the Inner Sphere in 3057, except that it does not need special fitting, sharing some of the same modularity as the DCMS Kage light armor.

in addition, Kowloon has access to up-armored Centurion type Cylons.  These are enlistees and not equipment.  Their BODIES are equipment, and standard Centurion frames are available to those who wish to leave service.  Up-Armored Centurions are slightly faster than Elementals in terms of ground speed, with similar durability and vibroclaw/hands as standard.  They carry a variety of BA scale weapons depending on role, said weapons being roughly configured in 'rifle' style.  the antipersonnel weapons remain as they are in Standard 2nd Cylon War era configurations.

VRT displays:  VRT displays based on Graystone industries designs from the pre-first-cylon-war era are incorporated into the visors and helmets of all Kowloonese infantry units except Centurions, who don't need the extra gear to have the function.  these interface with both suit-mounted (and vehicle mounted) sensor arrays, static sensor pods, etch to provide real-time battlefield awareness, night/obscured vision and updated targeting information, status monitoring, and 'silent' coordination, and can, with deployable drones, (remote controlled devices roughly the size of a basketball) provide 'look through' and cover/concealment defeating enhancements in cluttered terrain, to give an enhanced situational awareness to troops on the ground, in the air, or in space.

One out of every 12 mechs off the line has a dual cockpit with a command console, usually at the cost of one ton of something else.  one of every 12 'APC' Patton/Rommel tanks is equipped with the full 7 tons of mobile headquarters gear, and is a dedicated command post vehicle for companies and battalions.
'

the 171st Kowloon Volunteers RCT:

Battlemech Battalion:

Coy. A: 13 'Biggah Kobra' 'mechs (12 line mechs of lighter type, 1 command 'mech)
Coy. B: 13 Enfield 'mechs, (12 standard 'mechs, 1 command 'mech)
Coy. C: 13 Blackhawk-KU (12 standard 'mechs, 1 Command variant)
HHC: 2 firing batteries Artillery, 1 Battalion Command vehicle, 6 APC's with 1 16 man platoon of Battle Armor.

Cavalry Squadron:
Troop A: Patton (Kowloon), 12 Tanks, 1 Command/coordination vehicle.
Troop B: Patton  (12/1)
Troop C: Patton  (12/1)
HHC troop: 2 Rommel based armor recovery vehicles, 4 MML Tracks,6 Combat engineering vehicles, 1 platoon engineers

2nd Battalion, Infantry
Coy. D: 1 tank platoon, 3 IFV-mounted infantry platoons, 1 Fire support platoon (16 up-armored Cylons with organic tracked support), 1 command post track.
Coy. E: same as Coy. D
Coy. F: same as Coy. D
Battery G: 4 Thumpers, 4 Ammunition carriers, 2 Warrior H-7 scout VTOLs
HHC: Battalion Command company, 1 tracked MHQ, 1 platoon armored infantry, 1 lance of 'mechs

3rd Battalion, Infantry

Coy. H
Coy. I
Coy. J
Battery K
HHC

Regimental Artillery Battalion/ADA
1 battalion of tracked, mobile, field artillery. (Batteries L-O), 5 Command post Vehicles, 50 ammunition transport vehicles, 12 Scout vehicles.

Regimental Engineering Battalion

3171st Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (Battalion).

For perspective, this is not a small force, and it's not cheap to move it.  it is, however, relatively cheap to keep going, as there is a large commonality of spares between unit types, an optimized per-ton ammunition budget due to the use of single. standardized types of munition, armor, and other spares.  Actuator servos were standardized between the Ominechs, leading to the smaller 'mechs having heavier-than-necessary servos and joint mechanisms to maximize every ton of shipping weight for supplies and support components.

Where the typical Inner Sphere or Great House regiment must account, for example, for between 5 and 25 different calibers of rounds for the standard Class-10 autocannon, the 171st only has to accomodate a total of 3 calibers of cannon ammunition at all, those being Class 2, Class 10 (Slug) and Class 10 (cluster), and only one bore-size for field artillery (the 155 mm standard Thumper, with standard variations including FLAK.)

The widest spread being missile ammunition, with the need to accomodate the following:

LRM: Smoke, Thunder/FASCAM, Standard
SRM: Inferno, Standard, Fragmentation.

The 171st, like all Kowloon Theater units, relies on Coast Guard for their fixed wing aviation units, and has 24 SB-27(K) fighters on-call at all times when on deployment, along with an airmobile/spacemobile Marine Company mounted aboard Raptors.

the 171st went fully operational in May of 3057 under Executive order 213 after spending the preceding 5 years in 'workup and testing' developing and integrating their specifc unit technologies and doctrine.  'mechwarrior personnel were certified under the instruction of the 7th Crucis Lancers and final collective training was ostensibly conducted by AFFC reviewers.

Commander of Record: Colonel Charles Vanh.

Special note: By established Tradition, the 171st Volunteers is a formation commanded by a Colonel.  By special authorization of the Archon Prince, promotion beyond Colonel results in immediate transfer to RCT command elsewhere in the AFFC.  The commander of the 171 is always a Colonel.  Battalion command therefore falls to hauptmann (Promotable) which in surface actions, is called 'major'. Companies are commanded by Leutnants or "captains" and platoons by Ensigns or 'Lieutenants'.

in 3057, the 171st is the first of 4 planned RCT's comprising the Kowloon Theater Militia forces, the others being:

172nd: a heavy formation relying on standard Lyran heavy 'mech designs with a lighter 'lightning' company attached.  This unit is being formed on Inarcs.

173rd: a copy of the 171st, drawn mainly from Arluna and Winter.

174th: an Airmobile unit with a reliance on VTOL and light 'mech forces and augmented armored infantry platoons.

2nd Marine Recon: A Coast-Guard unit of armored infantry with Raptor and fighter support.  This unit is intended to specialize in commando operations and forward reconnaissance.

12th Coast Guard Division (Blackwater) (abbreviation CGD(B))

4 Squadrons, Sampan Mk. II and III, 1 Squadron CV ('light' carrier vessels), built around FCS Kowloon (Fox Class).

14th CGD (B)-same as 12th, but built around the planned FCS Inarcs

16th CGD (B) same as 12th, but built around planned FCS Arluna

18th CGD (B) same as 12th, built around FCS Yggsdrasill battle group

20th CGD (B) same as 12th, built around FCS Avalon Battlegroup

Special notes:

Sampan Mk II and Mk III utilize a hybrid drive-that is, they are able to 'twist' hyperspace using pulsed gravitics instead of mechanical motion, and a Germanium Core.  this means that at least, on that scale, the Kowloonese/Cylon design engines can get Tyllium drive jumps out of hulls above 70,000 tons (but below 200,000 tons of hydrogen mass displacement)  The modification doesn't work on smaller germanium cores such as actual 'compact' cores below 50,000 tons due to how big the artificial gravity generators have to be.  (Grav plates have a minimum size before they stop working.)

This is being released to New Circe along with contracts for the necessary tooling, but it's still on the back burner there. (not enough warm bodies to work on all the new goodies.)  the upper limit on size is due to scaling issues going the other way.

LCAF/AFFC warships have artificial gravity due to the 'Cylon Trade" through Kowloon.  Clan vessels have to rely on thrust or rotation for their gravity, and do not have inertial dampening (which even the fighters do, thanks in part to the clever fellas Liz hires to go through all the Cylon-tech stuff to see what ELSE you can do with it.  "Science isn't just to answer why, it's to answer why not?")

What this effectively means is a massive improvement in manueverability of LCAF/AFFC warships, including halving the turn radius and enabling some 'sick moves' for Cutter class vessels (Sampans and equivalent gunships) that would normally turn a crew into spaghetti-sauce-with-bone-chips.

IOW vector movement isn't just a thing, it's a thing they do really well.  the Word of Blake and Comstar haven't YET stolen this tech, really they wouldn't have to if they'd just give up their spyin' ways and buy a license...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 22:49:56
Overview: the Strategic situation post Chrome Morning...

Clans Nova Cat and Smoke Jaguar found something new to agree on: Cylons are ****** and need to be destroyed.  Their combined fleets remaining in the Inner Sphere converged on Avon, with vengeance and a lot of fire and blood in their eyes.  This campaign would take the remainder of the year to complete, netting around 1.5 million traumatized 'newts' among the survivors being rescued.

Clan Steel Viper saw the utter pasting delivered to Clan Jade Falcon as a 'come in and browse' sign, and proceeded to launch trials from their holdings, attempting to oust Falcon units from jointly held territories, and claim additional territory within the Falcon OZ. 

This...did not go so well as the Vipers expected.  One of the major reasons why, is that they attacked the Jade Falcons along the anitspinward side of the occupation zone, and in the process, this encouraged counter-attacks by the AFFC, taking advantage of the distraction to drive up the border with Katherine Morgan Steiner Davion's 1st FedCom Fleet and the 12th Kowloon Coast Guards "Looking for Cylons and anyone who isn't going to cooperate in fighting them."

this occurred roughly at the same time that the FedCom 2nd fleet, under Michael Hasek-Davion, in cooperation with the Com Guards 1st Fleet and the Draconis Combine Admiralty, initiated Operation: Bird Dog in the Draconis Combine, a recon that turned into an invasion that only stopped at the Avon line as Michael, unlike his Clan opponents, has no interest in outrunning his supply chain or getting bogged down and overextended.

and this takes us into the fall of 3057.  Sporadic attacks by the Cylons, but nothing on the scale seen on Chrome morning.  Clan Wolf's exiles along with the Kell Hounds and Wolf's Dragoons are driving toward Tamar while 'borrowing' elements of the Coast Guard's 11th Blackwater Squadron devoted to trying to hunt Cylons, the progress is slow, because there's still plenty of fight left in the Clans, they just aren't necessarily directing it at the killer robots yet.

It's going to take some convincing.

Speaking of convincing...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 23 January 2020, 23:43:24
Jade Falcon OZ...

Marthe Pryde was about ten pounds underweight, she hadn't bothered to look her best, not after surviving on Wotan for months until being rescued...

but she was still the Khan. a fact she had to demonstrate to Samantha Clees and a selection of warriors this morning.  a fact she was willing to also demonstrate to the Steel Viper pretenders who were even now discovering what 'vigorous defense' really entails, caught between a now hardened and wrathful Inner Sphere, and a newly reinforced Falcon Touman, including warships brought from the Homeworlds at best speed, the same warships that effected the rescue of what was left of Wotan's population from the Cylons.

"I will give you a choice, Perigard.  Leave my territory, fight the Lyrans to regain yours, or go back to the Homeworlds.  I think I am being remarkably tolerant and generous, considering your Clan's pathetic attempt to capitalize on our tragedy."

"I want to challenge you for-"

"You don't have the right to challenge me, Perigard Zalman!!" she scowled, "one billion five hundred seventy three million dead" her eyes burned, "You...you do not have the right to stand with warriors. you attacked us, and lost your own territory to the Lyrans.  Go, or fight for what you have already lost, but if so much as a single drop-ship decouples, if you so much as activate a targeting radar, I will have this fleet end you."

she cracked her knuckles, "We are not leaving the Inner Sphere, Perigard. and Clan Jade Falcon has plenty of fight left in us, we have come to return, we have come to defend against a nightmare I have seen with my own eyes.  an enemy you have categorically feared to approach, even while Spheroids hunt them.  I care not, so long as the serpents leave."

"Did you bring...you brought your whole Clan? what madness-"

"We are committed, Perigard, maybe you can challenge the Snow Ravens for some of our old holdings, if you hurry back to the homeworlds." she said, "only the enclave on Strana Mechty is of any interest to Jade Falcon now. we are committed to this war, and you are in the way.  Charge  your drives, and leave.  we will fight the Spheroids for the land you so carelessly lost in your greed."

"you can not do this alone, Falcon!!  you need-"

"We have allies, here and now.  Clan Ghost Bear stands with the Falcon, Clan Wolf, even.  YOU chose to take advantage of an alien attack and lost your holdings here,  you have no strategic vision, you are blind, belly-crawling in the shade of true warriors, Leave."

Surprisingly, when the person with eight Warships loaded with warriors from the homeworlds confronts barely a galaxy-and-a-half with three warships, the larger force sometimes need not fight a trial-by refusing it.

a small breach of protocol, a small breach of honor.

but nobody had to activate weapons systems.  The Steel Vipers began their departure from Jade Falcon space without another shot being fired.

"that is going to be difficult to explain to the Grand Council."  SaKhan Clees suggested.

"I do not care." Marthe said.  "What I am going to present to them may lose us the Ghost Bears as well, but i will do so in a manner all can see, so who knows what allies we may gain from it?  This enemy is too vile, too dangerous to be allowed to exist."  she met the SaKhan's eyes.

Samantha Clees could imagine she was looking into the eyes of one who has seen hell, looking into those eyes.

"Communications, raise our Hue enclave, and get me Nathan Roshak. It is almost time."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 00:32:24
Elizabeth House, Kowloon, 03:00 November 1, 3057...

"Nobody argues worse than family." Liz said in the darkness.

"pardon?" Nathan asked, rolling over to look her in the eyes.

"Nobody argues worse than family." she said, "something about that close relationship, Nathan, it makes everything much more intense.  It's why civil wars are so brutal.  only people who really know each other can know how to cross lines like that."

"Henry?" he asked.

she nodded, "He defected back to the Clans...and I think I hate you a little for that."

"on top of everything else?" he asked.

"On top of everything else." she agreed.  "We do hate each other, right?"

he stroked her cheek, "maybe."

"god, I'm so ****** up." she sighed.  "Why do you put up with me?"

"I have a vested interest." he smiled.  "nobody gets to kill you but me."

"same. you up for another round?"

"Aaugh, woman, you're trying to couple me to death!"

"I'll take that as 'no'." she leaned in close, and kissed him.

it turns out, he had enough in him for another round.

Noon

"Breakfast?" Liz asked, "I can make something..."

"let us say yes? please?" Nathan Roshak answered, and then, their separate pagers went off.

"Um..." Liz scrambled to get dressed, while Nathan struggled into his pants, both checking their pagers.

"jesus, now??"

"What's yours?" he asked.

"First Lord of the Star League, yours?"

"Grand Council, they want a conference call through Kiribati island.  Apparently the subject is..."

and they both said, "Clan Wolverine."

"******!!! NoW??" Elizabeth cursed. "Gawd dammit! That's all we need, another sixteen hour marathon of people refusing to talk to each other!  NICK! JACK!! Wake up guys! we've gotta go to the big meeting room!"

"you know, if you were more traditionally noble, we could have the installation in a palace!" Jack answered over the intercom as he powered up his chassis.

"If I were traditionally noble, I wouldn't be paying you two a fraction of what you're worth!" Liz argued back, while grabbing two cups and the coffee thermos.  she met Nathan's eyes, "Sorry, Bagels and fruit okay?"

"Sure." he said, and she tossed him a breakfast-bagel and handed him a cup, "We'll have coffee on the way..."

the Cylons met them in the front yard, with the car warming up.

"Keys?"

Liz ran back up the steps and locked the front door, arming the unobtrusive security system.  She returned at a run, bounding into the back seat.  Her cylon bodyguards taking up the front seat (which has the padding on the back, behind the steel-tubing reinforcements of the custom seats), and Star Colonel Roshak joined her.

"You know, we keep doing this, people are going to talk." He said.

"They already are." Jack said helpfully, "The local network has several hundred pages speculating on your wedding plans."

"Oh bugger." Nick groused, as he put the car into drive. "This again."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 24 January 2020, 00:36:41
Nice update!   So clan SV is going back to he homewords?  I wonder is they will make it?   is Clan WiE going to absorb their former Clan Wolf members and do a reborn Clan Wolf?   Oh so what plans do the Jade falcon have with Liz?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 01:00:53
in the Car...

What do Cylon Centurions spend money on?  this is a speculation that fills quite a few pages on the infosphere of the Kowloon March Theater.  I guess I am the best set to answer that, being a Centurion who gets paid.

I buy music, enjoy art, Literature, and online membership games.  That's of course a fraction of what I spend my pay on. I also dabble in banking and investments, with a really nice stock portfolio.  Jack likes to waste his, investing in high-risk, low-return 'business ventures', essentially he gambles, but with consequences, and buys subscription memberships to media outlets.

We're pretty typical for Centurions.  Let me expand on that;  Rembrandt commissions art and sculpture, Thor (the commander of Company I in the 171st) pays for epic poems to be written or translated and buys original artwork  to understand, we are not creatures of 'sensation', we are creatures of almost pure intellect.  Art, culture, and gambling in various ways, from safe ventures like my stock trading, to risky things like Jack's venture-capitalism or Thor's sponsorship of poets and writers, it's our distraction, our entertainment, and as necessary to our sanity as eating is to human life.

we all, of course, invest in the various custom shops.  New body panels and chassis alterations is another big ticket item.  You don't think this engraving is cheap, do you?  Try asking a tattoo artist for such extensive work for cheap.  Mine includes epic scenes from fantasy and novels-that's not my duty chassis, of course.  My duty chassis is fresh and military and well cared for.  my off-duty chassis, on the other hand, is a work of art depicting scenes from classical literature ranging from 'The Hobbit' to 'Star Dragon'.

of course, this can't account for all of it.  have you ever seen a motorcycle designed for a Cylon Centurion? I have three.  They're powered by 7.5 liter engines, and make enough torque at the back wheel to pull a 5 ton truck out of a ditch.  The paintjob and body work on my bikes are, to put in the vernacular of the clubs along Highway One, 'sick'.  if I had a mouth, i'd smile when I say that.

Humans, are cursed with limited options for personal contact.  I meld with a hottie in the Raider wing.  She's got paired fusion engines and a modified Tyllium drive and we both love the same books, though she's also a fan of human Spec-fics like 'Star Dragon' or the Living Warship series ("Explorers on the Torch", "Galaxy Center" and "Reaper Incident" so far.)  our bodies might be completely different, I walk and have hands, she flies and has none..but as minds, we meet right in the middle.  Met her while playing a subscription MMO set in the "Supernatural Hunter" universe (our guild are Campbell-Winchesters).  Her character kind of looks like a short Six with straight hair.  Mine, of course, is like half the players on our server-based on Sammael Winchester.  (Jack uses a Deane template for his, when he bothers to log in.)

the point is, humans may spend their pay on drink, and food, and shelter, with a little left over for entertainment.  we mostly spend our pay on entertainment and sick custom mods...but we're all not so different, once you get past the flesh and steel.

and we all gossip.

I check my six, and Her Grace is leaning against Nathan Roshak, trying to get relaxed? maybe. or maybe just enjoying close physical contact the way humans do.  I think, objectively, they make a splendid pair.  Certainly in spite of the nastiness they throw at one another, they fit together in a way that is rare.

Jack, the idiot, thinks they're adorable, but he also encourages those gossip sites.  Traffic is light, this isn't an accident.  one of the little jobs we have, is making sure traffic is light when she needs it, mostly by sending a code to the stop-and-go signals to clear the route to the local airfield.

not that I'm without imagination.  heh.  They are cute together.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 01:27:25
Kiribati Island Diplomatic Reserve...

Elizabeth got her first surprise of the morning, after having her breakfast interrupted.

there were people from clans other than Jade Falcon already seated, though the rest of the screens were in their usual places with camera feeds.

"At last we meet in person, Duchess."  Marthe Pryde!! oh shit. "Nathan.  explanations can wait."

He let go of her arm, and Liz watched him take his seat.

"This is Khan Nelson Elam, a Khan from Goliath Scorpion, this, is the SaKhan of Clan Snow Raven."  Marthe said, "This is Khan Aletha Kabrinski, of Clan Ghost Bear, and this, is Khan Vladimir Ward."

"Met your opposite number on Tharkad." Liz said, inclining her head to the Wolf Khan.  "You're all here, how in hell did you end up getting here without someone waking me up?"

"I'm afraid that's my fault, Duchess."  Victor said, taking a seat on the Star League side of the room.  "I'm afraid we kind of decided springing this on you was going to be simpler than giving you an excuse to get shot, or disappear into one of your other activities."

Elizabeth flinched visibly.  "okay, has everyone else had breakfast?"

"Hours ago." Khan Elam said.

"no Novacats?" Liz asked, "Three out of six..."

"Five." Marthe corrected her, "Three out of five invading clans, the Steel Vipers found they have business...urgent business, in the Homeworlds and will not be returning any time soon.  I understand it is taking their entire touman.  I would like to sample some local foods?  Nathan's reports have been fascinating."

Liz motioned and a Steward approached, "Take her order." Liz said, "I'll have a farmer's special...and get some damn snacks out for our guests...two star or less."

"FIVE." Marthe said, "Make mine five."  she turned to her fellow Khans, and Nelson Elam grinned, "They say Kowloonese quisine is a test of courage, Khan Pryde..."

"We will see."

"People say that about any food that has taste." Liz countered, before taking her own seat.  "Alright, so the message now makes more sense, they told me you were here to look at the University's iron womb project."

"That is for the Scientist caste." Khan Elam said, "we are here to discuss the Not-Name...er, the Wolverines."

the doors on the soutwest wall opened, and Commodore Ferry entered with a group of his officers, accompanied by two Colonial officers Liz had seen before.

"and nobody told me you were in town either." Elizabeth face-palmed while Victor chuckled.

she didn't even need to order a steward to take theirs-they came armed with menus.

she peered through her fingers, nobody's drawing weapons.

"Alright, so who else is showing up?" she asked.

"Just the usual suspects." Victor said, as screens came to life, revealing the rest of the Star League council on one side of the room, and holostages that must have been brought by the Clan Khans, lit, filling in the remainder of the Grand Council.

a full house.

it filled Elizabeth with a dark certainty.  there's gonna be a fight.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 24 January 2020, 01:48:05
as long as it stays in that room instead of boiling over to the IS at large, it counts as progress.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 01:56:05
the Kowloon Conference, version 3057...

Khan Pryde waited for the food to be served, somewhat pleased at the discomfort evidenced by the Khans who weren't here. 

It was pretty good food.  the back bite of heat was pleasing, and the sensation of her capillaries opening up was a pleasant tingle with a bit of heat that warmed her from within.

not bad at all.

"I have to admit, Nathan, she is cute." Marthe said, "still, a civilian?"

He chuckled.  "She has depth." he assured his Khan.

"We are all here to correct an error."  Khan Pryde spoke, standing.  "This meeting is witnessed by the Inner Sphere, the Star League, and we are here to correct a grave mistake. For the record, this is the first time that a verdict of Annihilation has been revisited in Clan history.  mark this day, a precedent will be set, one way, or the other."

she turned, "I yeild time to Khan Vladimir Ward of Clan Wolf..."

Vlad stood, leaning slightly, his own wounds from the weeks of battle  on Tamar (and subsequent aggressive therapies to cleanse him of radiation poison) still not fully healed.  "Clan Wolf submits the personal journals of Nicholas Kerensky to evidence in this trial of appeal." He spoke, "Which contain material contrary to the official record, Khan Elam, you have reviewed the relevant sections, quiaff?"

"Aff."

"For the purposes of this tribunal, we will be reviewing the known facts, official records, and materials previously suppressed in order to either uphold the Annihilation verdict, or overturn it.  Each Khan present or observing will recieve their time to present evidence in support of, or against, the precedent of the Annihilation verdict.  In addition, we will hear the claims of the Wolverines on the matter.  I would encourage my fellow Khans to maintain some dignity and decorum in this proceeding, I also caution the Inner Sphere observers to keep an open mind and refrain from insults, challenges, or outbursts until it is their turn to speak."  He leveled gray eyes at Liz in particular, "I am aware of the Kowloonese position regarding the Elbar Declaration and acknowledge that is your current position on this matter."

He turned to the rest of the Khans, and stepped out into the center of the basketball court.  "Understand, if this verdict is not upheld, a great many of us will have to change traditions that are centuries old at this point, some even core traditions of our Clans, and this change may require fighting a great many grievances and refusals.  this is a very serious matter, not to be taken lightly."  Dramatically, he pointed at Liz, "But, so will they, if the verdict is upheld."

"there are three judgements that can come of this;  the Annihilation can be upheld, the Annihilation can be converted to Abjuration, or, a verdict of absorption can be pursued-consider that it may be impossible to achieve that last one, so it is merely hypothetical at this point.  We will begin with the simplest of the issues that promote this: Clan Wolf has failed in their trial of Annihilation. My clan failed to annihilate the Wolverines, as evidenced not only by their presence here, but their presence at Alshain, a presence that saved over a billion people, and saved that world from the fates of Tamar, Wotan, and Avon.  this fact is not in dispute, it is a fact, it can not be refused, or denied.  We failed."  he rocked on his toes, before adding, "And Nicholas Kerensky, the Founder, lied about it.  this lie brings into question everything leading up to the Annihilation."

THAT drew gasps of disbelief, shocked expressions.

"Thus, we must reconsider everything." Vladimir announced.  "All of it. I yield my time to Khan Aletha Kabrinski of Clan Ghost Bear."  he took his seat.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 24 January 2020, 02:06:51
And now the Clans should be shaken down to their collective core.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 03:38:54
Continued

"I defer my comment at this time for a later slot." Kabrinski said, and sat down.

"I guess it is on me, as the resident historian." Khan Elam spoke, standing.  "We will begin at the beginning.  Clan Wolverine was founded six years after the death of Aleksandr Kerensky, on June eleventh, twenty-eight-oh-Seven, as one of the original  founding Clans.  for fifteen years, they built their forces alongside the rest of the Clans, until Operation Klondike, the effort to retake the Pentagon worlds and bring an end to incessant civil wars there, took place, beginning on the second of July, 2821.  Clan Wolverine was tasked in tandem with Clan Snow Raven against the Sand Confederacy, on the northern continental mass of Circe in the Pentagon worlds."

He paused, "Most of the relevant records of the following year were purged as part of the Annihilation verdict.  the next relevant record occurs in twenty-eight-twenty-two, when the Khan of Clan Wolverine, one Sarah McEvedy, was called to task for violating the Clan Caste system, allowing free movement between castes in an apparent attempt to increase agricultural output.  it is not mentioned how the IlKhan found out about this, but it was apparently sufficient evidence to get a minor censure, and to justify increased surveillance on them.  In july of the following year, twenty eight twenty three, the incidents that led to the Annihilation vote began.  It began with a dispute over a Brian Cache in the Tiki province of Circe.  Jade Falcon trialed for the site and failed to secure possession.   Khan Lisa Buhallin of Clan Jade Falcon brought the matter to the IlKhan, as the cache contained a store of thermonuclear weapons."

at this, Liz stifled a chuckle that drew the Khan's attention.  "Duchess, what is amusing about that?"

"Kowloon by itself probably has more nukes than that cache." Liz said.  "The current stockpile in service is about thirty thousand warheads."

several Khans paled visibly.

"oops." Liz said, "I should check this morning's numbers, shouldn't I? it might have increased by as many as thirty...Oh, go on, do continue, Khan Elam.  we're getting to the juicy part and I want to hear it all."

"THIRTY THOUSAND?"  Khan Perigard Zalman's holoimage was aghast.

"Yeah, we use them for engineering projects." Liz said quietly, "you know, breaking big rocks into smaller ones that fit in a smelter, or stress-testing new technologies, or geosurvey work."  she shrugs, "They're just tools man...they only become weapons when we strap guidance modules and delivery systems to them." she reached into her pocket, "here...my certification card, I'm qualified for both deployment and ordnance disposal, including thermonuclear ordnance. They're tools, and tools can be misused, but they're just tools."





Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 24 January 2020, 03:42:21
19 Founding Clans? Shouldn't that be 20?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 03:44:36
19 Founding Clans? Shouldn't that be 20?

good catch.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 04:05:42
Continued...at Recess...

Recess was called shortly after, to let the Khans confer, and Nathan joined Liz outside.

"Just tools?"

"yeah." she said, and skipped a rock into the lake.  "Just tools. want real fun you oughta see what a mass-driver can do when some jackass gets the load setting wrong.  Or consider that I manufacture industrial lasers to cut armor plate." she turned to him, "Some of the weapons you guys use, are less destructive in the wrong hands than the machinery my firm manufactures, it's all in how you use it.  I don't buy the Dehra Dun story."

"You see holes in it?"

"YEP." Liz said, "one thing I learned early, was you don't leave an enemy at your back, this McEvedy chick, she couldn't have been naive enough to evacuate a city, THEN deploy a nuke, that doesn't work. that's bad strategy.  There still ARE Wolverines, which suggests she had a good damn strategy."

"What would you have done?" he asked.

"Waited for the Grand Council to gather, then decapitated the whole edifice, probably with a rock." Liz stated, "the math isn't hard and it can 'look' like an accident.  Oops, nobody was watching that part of the sky, here comes a nickel-iron hammer! you don't even have to get nuclear warhead close with that, and poof! now she's the only leader left. she didn't do that, she didn't use a nuke on the other Khans either-which doesn't make sense if she was enough of a threat that genociding her civilians was an acceptable option."

"maybe...she wanted to and they were too well protected?" he suggested.

"I can, with a stopwatch and a chemical rocket, drop a nickel iron asteroid on the Triad from half an AU out, and i only learned orbital mechanics recently." Liz argued, "A nuke is smaller and harder to detect, and it doesn't even need to be under thrust for that long." she shook her head, "nope.  doesn't work.  Motive might be there, but method doesn't line up.  Nobody dropped a rock, or a Nuke, or even artillery on the Hall of Khans, and that would be my number one go-to for making a statement with an atrocity.  hit the head, the rest dies immediately, do it clever, and the rest end up following you by default because you're their only viable option. she did neither, and she had motive, method and opportunity.  Her first move was to get her people the hell out, stopping for a sight-seeing tour of aggravation doesn't work. something is missing from the record, but that missing piece smells a lot like frame-up."

"Especially taken in context with Vladimir Ward's confession."

"It's only confession if YOU did it. if someone else did it, it's an admission, but not a confession." Liz said blandly, and crushed her smoke out.  "He admitted a failure, the record-purging suggests a cover-up of a failure."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 04:34:36
Recess continued

Marthe Pryde joined them as Liz was idly flicking stones.

"You certainly cause panic, Duchess Ngo." she said, "Zalman was positively horrified."

"you knew." Liz said, "watched your face."

"I knew." Marthe confirmed, "I saw the video of you as a school-child, and I have seen your executions."

"Yeah...I guess you would watch that." Liz said, "I'm not happy about having to do those, but if i won't, who will?"

"Anyone you ordered to." Marthe said.

"yeah, but then, they get stuck remembering it." Liz told her, "Which isn't right. if you're not willing to do it yourself, you don't  have the right to demand it of someone else."

"your 'nuclear certificate'?" Marthe asked.

"Yeah." Liz said, "if I stick someone else with having had to use it, I better be willing to live with doing it via my own hands, if I give the nuclear release to my people, and I have, I have to be willing to accept the responsibility.  It comes with the job."

"I agree." Marthe said, "You would have made a good Clan Warrior."

"De-Fective." Liz said, "born broken, I wouldn't make a good warrior, heck, I'm not sure I make a good leader, I'm improvising my ass off.  My brother Henry? now he is a good warrior. so good he went back to your side because I can't let him fight for ours."

"Why not?"

"because in spite of my best efforts, I still have to tolerate rules." Liz said, "one of those, is that you have to be able to pass a security exam and background check, and he's a defector-we don't have or use bondsmen here."

"you can change that rule." Marthe told her.

"part of the job, I don't make rules on that level." Liz sighed, "If I could, I wouldn't have had to ask Victor to suspend the Militia Act.  Kowloon was forced to sign the Ares Conventions after Running Deer Mountain, we then joined the Lyran Commonwealth, so it's both in our law, and in the law we adopted, I literally can't without breaking my people's word, I tried to get that changed when I got Henry back..." she looked at the Falcon Khan, "but it failed in the Assembly.  So I had to let him go where he could do and be what he was meant to do and be."

"Who forced it?" Marthe asked.

"General Aleksandr Kerensky." Liz answered, "He made it a condition for our continued involvement in punishing the Rim Worlders, he didn't want another Running Deer Mountain.  We had to stop using enemy prisoners as bayonet practice, crucifying war criminals, and stringing up collaborators. One of the Ares conventions, I believe in article two, or three, prevents the use of POW's in war industries, war production, or as combatant elements on the battlefield.  the Bondsman process violates that at least three ways."

"So, something we can do, and you can not, quiaff?"

'yep." Liz said.

"You will sort it out.  In the meantime, I may need to replace Nathan Roshak here." Marthe told her, "And having local ties is convenient."

"What?"

"Your brother is almost Twenty five and only returning after a prolonged absence." Marthe told her, "that puts him behind recent Sibko graduates, to make use of him, I have determined his best chances are with Beta Galaxy, assigned to Hue.  like it or do not, you will be working more closely with Clan forces. get used to it...oh my, look at the time!"

"WHAT??" Liz felt a surge of emotion, "What do you mean you're replacing Roshak??"

Marthe measured her with a cool gaze.  "if you want him, fight for him." and walked away.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 24 January 2020, 04:52:52
Oh that can't possibly end badly...  ::)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 04:58:22
Oh that can't possibly end badly...  ::)

Ohyeah.  Marthe's got her number, and on speed dial. she knows exactly how to get under Lizzie's skin.  There's also the dominance angle.  She knows Liz chafes under her rules and under her (admittedly demented) code of honor-Marthe's got her measure, and wants to score some coup-either way, if Liz challenges, she wins, and on some level, both of them know it.  Marthe wins if Liz fights, not if Liz loses, because the loss is making Elizabeth go against her own rules to follow Clanner rules.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 24 January 2020, 05:09:09
I lay even odds on Liz getting Roshak to defect... take THAT...  ::)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: hpackrat on 24 January 2020, 05:14:11
So the best way of beating Pryde's play is not to play by Clanner rules at all. Make Roshak voluntarily defect?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 05:32:09
So the best way of beating Pryde's play is not to play by Clanner rules at all. Make Roshak voluntarily defect?
and Marthe still wins, by exposing Elizabeth's hypocrisy-to Elizabeth. Marthe Pryde's not blind, and she's got pretty good information on Liz.  Elizabeth's constant insistence it's a relationship founded on vendetta instead of love, when it's obvious enough that even the bleeping robots are shipping those two and discussing possible wedding plans?

win-win-win for Marthe regardless-she cracks the Inquisitor, and does it publicly.  Dominance games like this are pretty common in those circles.  Marthe knows Liz relies a lot on image, cracking her is both entertainment and a demonstration of her own prowess as a strategist.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: hpackrat on 24 January 2020, 05:45:15
Liz is equally if not more intelligent & unhampered by Clan thinking. There's no way she'd play Marthe's game unless she doesn't particularly care about her image or if she can't think of a way to beat Marthe. I prefer Liz to actually outsmart Marthe.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 05:54:13
Inside the Conference room.

The Duchess was late.

Khan McKenna leaned over to Marthe Pryde, "what did you say to her?" she asked.

"I pricked the stuck up bitch's bubble." Marthe said, "right now, I believe she is trying, and failing, to cope with the fact someone sees through her image to the person underneath."

"Oh, dish, what did you do?"

"I presented her a dilemma where no matter what, she has to sacrifice some of her precious 'principles' and reveal her true nature." Marthe said with quiet relish, "No matter what she does, I pull the win."

"sounds like you have been setting this up for a long time." Khan Elam muttered.

"No...just seeing the opportunity and being prepared." Marthe half-whispered with malicious relish. "you know, being lucky.  enjoy."

"What did you do?"

"I have something she needs. she does not admit to needing it, but she needs.  no matter how she plays, she is either without it, which is a win, or she challenges me for it, which is a double win, or she tries some side game to get it that will reveal that need to everyone including herself, which is also a win."  Marthe sighed contentedly, "She is not as strong as you are, Lynn."

"oh, this should be good." Vlad agreed.  "Which way will she go? side bets anyone?"

"She will try to avoid a direct challenge. she is a civilian." Lynn suggested, "Fifty credits."

"I will take that action, She will go without." Vlad said, "She has killer's eyes, for all the sentimental talk in public, she will go without before admitting defeat. fifty.  Nelson?"

"I will stay out of these games." Nelson Elam said, "I do not know her so well as either of you."

Marthe sighed contentedly again, "She will challenge me." she said confidently, "One thousand credits, or an equivalent in goods."

"She will not win."

"That is my point." Marthe stated.  "however, that is because my objective is to force the contest.  She disdains our ways, to a degree even her ruler, Victor, has expressed frustration over."

"True." Vlad contributed, "She would rather send a thousand Clan Warriors home, than keep one bondsman...oh...OH...Marthe! that could go badly."

"She will fight." Aletha Kabrinski said over Marthe's shoulder. "I will add my own credits to the pool. she will fight.  she may lose, but she will fight, I can even guess who...that is a cruel game, Marthe."

"A small test of character and integrity, a small crack in her armor of delusion, and a small triumph for our way of life." Marthe noted.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 24 January 2020, 06:06:07
I can't help but remember the old maxim that, if you're sitting at a poker table and can't tell who the sucker is, it's you.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 07:45:40
Locker room, just off the converted gym...

"out ****** manuevered!! god dammi!"  there's crashing, she's having an outright fit.  If it wasn't Her Grace, I would be calling the Shore Patrols in with tranquilizers and handcuffs.

it sounds like a war zone in there.  the nice thing is, nobody keeps their actual property in the locker rooms anymore, not since the base started being a 'neutral diplomacy area' and VIP's might want to keep their shit here while holding meetings.

Bad side is, I've got half an hour more before I'm off duty, and I have to clean up the mess she's making.

or, at least, write the breakage report and schedule maintenance.

WHAM!  There goes one.  and another. the stream of invective would educate my brothers in all the ways you can swear, and on that, I swear to god's own truth.

Okay, I admit it, I'm not actually hearing a goddam thing.  I'm reading her lips and watching her.

the tantrum takes about five minutes, and then she's at my station.

You Okay Your Grace? I sign.

She takes a deep breath, Fine, Sophie, just had to let out a little steam. write up a breakage report and I'll have it handled, okay?

I nod.

Not many of us get to see her with her makeup smeared all up from crying.  I grab a mirror, and hold it up, she gets the message, and goes to the sink that isn't broken off the wall, washes up, cleans the runny eyeliner off and redoes her eyes.  she's got really pretty eyes.

Better? she signs to me.

I nod, and sign, much better! with a positive gesture, then sign, You'll beat whoever-it-is. with a confident nod.

she gives me the not-so-confident smile she gets after a rampage.  She used to have seizures and give the same weak grin.  I'll do my best, Sophie. How's your sister? does she write?

I roll my eyes.  Melinda's offworld, and I guess she writes when she's in port.  When she can. They're being kept super-busy.

I know how it is.  You need anything?  she's in apology phase.  whatever it was rattled her hard.

Nope. want a chocolate drop? I offer her one of the secret 'diet sabotage' stash I keep around for the landsman officers who come in to use the exercise rooms when we don't have guests.

she nods, and takes one, Thanks.

Working the gym is a pretty good summer job. I've been able to put money down on a new slicing rig this year.  Hear anything from James? she signs.

Promotion! I grin.  The Coventry guys say he's a natural in a quad 'mech! he might be top of his year.

Excellent! she's relaxing.

Getting her groove back.  Two more chocolate drops and she's back to normal, and heading out the door to the Gym.

and I have to go inventory the damage.

one broken sink-she didn't break the pipes this time, six locker doors will need replacing, one bench, no longer bolted to the floor. I might be able to fix that on my own...a broken mirror.

Not too bad for one of Lady Elizabeth's temper tantrums.  no blood this time, at least.  the way I saw her mouth working, she must have been loud as ******, I can't imagine nobody heard all this...but then, I can barely imagine what hearing is like, so maybe?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: RobTClift on 24 January 2020, 07:52:07
As someone who is hard of hearing, to the point I have a bone anchored hearing aid or I'd not be able to hear 90% of what goes on around me.  I thank you for this chapter.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 08:06:50
As someone who is hard of hearing, to the point I have a bone anchored hearing aid or I'd not be able to hear 90% of what goes on around me.  I thank you for this chapter.

Sophie is one of my favorite 'supporting cast' members from the older Ngoverse stories.  She's got a bad combo-one of a set of asymmetric twins, she got shorted on eardrums and vocal cords, and was underdeveloped at birth.  Her sister Melinda, on the other hand, was about twice her size at birth, and stayed that way.  (Mel is bigger than most men in terms of natural muscle-tissue development).  Sophie got brains&beauty though.  She's one of the kids Evelynn Mosovich adopted because there wasn't anyone else, and she's self-sufficient to a degree that might intimidate someone from a less demanding household.

When she turns 21, she'll find out what the benefits are of being the adopted child of a wealthy family, but Evvie has her own quirks, including making her kids work for everything.  her current job with the Kiribati base isn't just clerking the gym, that's just what she does on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  Monday, Wednesday and Friday, she teaches sign language in the afternoons and attends engineering courses, with night classes as a hand-to-hand instructor teaching all those 'no muscle needed' techniques you read about in the dime novels.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 16:40:37
the Meeting, 10 minutes after recess ended...

Aletha Kabrinski finished recounting the story of Star Captain Amon's confession as Liz walked back in.

"...and that is the incident the Wolverines were referencing after the battle of Alshain this past May." she finished.

Liz sat down, and began going over notes and transcriptions on the table-mounted reader.

"you alright?" Victor asked her sotto-voce.

"I've been better." Liz muttered back, pulling up survey data on the Pentagon worlds and making further notes regarding the archived data from the Belleau Wood.

"What're your thoughts, Liz?" he muttered again, as Commodore (not Captain) Ferry of the Wolverines passed a note to one of the Colonial officers.

"Motive and method don't match." Liz said, "they must've edited their records with a chainsaw, none of the early history they're describing actually fits together with the actions taken or the traditions that grew out of it.  Li would call what we've heard so far a pretty shoddy job of frame-up and cover-up."

the doors opened again, on the west side, and a civilian man in sunglasses and a natty black suit hurried in to sit with the Colonials.

"Who's he?" Liz muttered.

"um..." Victor's staff must've informed him, "i don't know."

"Do you need to be caught Up?"  Khan Elam was being the spokesman for the Grand Council.

"I've read the relevant documentation we have," Liz said, "And this is being recorded, so...no.  I have a few questions about the incident, but the relevant witnesses are all dead, so I doubt they can be answered clearly, and there are significant gaps I see in both motive and method regarding the Dehra Dun incident, I want to hold my questioning until a clearer picture is presented."

"Ask anyway." Kabrinski urged.

"These were...cadets, right?  Star Captain Amon ran into a group of Cadets."

"Aff, that is correct per his deathbed testimony."

"And the context of his commentary suggests envy and apathy were his motives, is this also correct?"

"Because of a desire to carry out the execution, being thwarted by..." Liz shuffled her notes, "The Widowmakers and the Wolves, this is accurate?"

"Aff, that is correct."

"Okay, that doesn't make sense to me." Liz stated.  "Were these traits common among you at any other time in your history?"

"Traits? I fail to see your direction."

"Envy, apathy, refusal to execute a duty because someone else got a job you wanted?  Do you have a lot of labor strife? work slowdowns, petty revenge or obstruction in your ranks over thwarted ambitions? because nothing in your Clan's profile regarding your Rassalhague occupation forces reflects that." Liz stated.  "The testimony and witnessed behaviors don't fit.  when I see something like that, it's usually a sign of another problem, so how do these things square up? were any of the troops involved in this raised in a creche?"

"How is that relevant?"

"Well, it would help if we knew where in the Inner Sphere this Star Captain came from, wouldn't it?" Liz said, "what his original root culture was, this was still your Clans' first generation, and nobody was springing whole from the head of a fictional god here, I keep bumping into flaws in the motive and method, not just regarding the Wolverines, but everyone else, the picture doesn't fit.  this kind of not-fitting is how my people ran down the Brotherhood of Cincinnatus, too many carefully edited records that led nowhere or didn't match outcomes.  Too many testimonies that fit together only in a vacuum when you ignored the physical evidence."

"Dehra Dun is still a ruin."  Khan McKenna said.

"yeah, see, that one also doesn't make sense on a tactical level." Liz stated, "Until we hear the response of the accused, I'm left wondering why she wasted a nuke on a sperm bank when she could have eliminated the entire leadership of all the clans while they were meeting, and based on the astrographic chart and a stopwatch, made it look like an accident.  the character in the record clip would've done that, and it's not obscure or obtuse, it's simple basic ballistics.  Heck, it's a grade seven maths problem as obvious as 'punch them in the nose'...and we're talking fully trained, professional military backgrounds here.  a one kiloton car-bomb a block away and you get the same result, but there's no attempt at either one.   this does not add up. Neither does evacuating the city-leaving behind live enemies to chase you when you can effect a takeover or throw them into genuine confusion for the same assets doesn't fit. It's illogical unless she was somehow counting on some of the other Khans to stop this, and had no intent to leave."

Liz gestured at the seated Wolverines, "Which is clearly not the case.  another inconsistency, another puzzle."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 24 January 2020, 18:06:24
She's at least not showing any weakness in the meeting...  :)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 24 January 2020, 20:23:11
Kiribati Conference...

Her clinical description of dezgra tactics, and a short demonstration of the maths, are more than a little chilling.  This, combined with her equally clinical assessment of possible motives and motivations, and her insistence that the motive and method do not fit?

'Archon's Inquisitor' indeed.  I am reminded of the briefing materials, how she executed two men as a child, and then, not much more than a child, fifteen more.  she has killer's eyes.  what have you given up to be this?

sitting here, next to a holographic projection, looking at her expression as she casually explains how to destroy a continent for less than the cost of a single aerofighter's tyres, I am getting a sense of the ancestor that spawned her.  Few enough records of the 171st Volunteers remained after the Pentagon civil war, but a visual record of Tranh Truk Ngo's garden of crucified Rim Worlds personnel, and his use of enemy POW's to teach anti-Amaris resistance fighters how to kill? those remained.

That absolute calm discussing horrors is very like what remained in our records of the Amaris war, and it reminds me where we are in uncomfortable ways.

Kowloon.  I see the faint lines of inheritance in her face, in my imagination, she could be the daughter of the impaler of Elbar, willing to embrace horrors while being sickened by them, unwilling to leave the burden of those horrors on others.

demanding a reason not to do something monstrous.

She sits down, the white-board she just used to demonstrate how to smash a planet for the price of a single small craft's engines and a little time, rolled away by stewards.

My fellow Khans are as stunned by this, as I am.  Unlike some of my fellow Khans, I am absolutely certain of one thing: She has thirty one thousand...and thirty...thermonuclear weapons, and to her, they are no more than a bag of hammers, hammers for doing work, belonging to someone who honestly prefers to build over destruction, because she can comprehend and contemplate a level of destruction that is...horrifying, and make it sound about as exciting as digging a slit trench latrine.

I stand, "We should take a break, I call for a recess. is there a second?"

"So soon?" Marthe asks.

I look to my colleague, "I believe it may be...good for our colleagues to have a few minutes away from old business and new horrors."

"Seconded." Vladimir volunteers, it is agreed among ours, and Victor nods.

The precedent is set, each party to a conference gets their 'place' on the island.  and we adjourn to the Lighthouse on the Southeast side of the island.

as soon as we are outside, I say to Marthe Pryde, "If she were a warrior, I would be concerned for everyone.  The things that live in her mind, make the Not-Named look like..paragons by comparison."

"How does she line up to her ancestral lineage?" Marthe asks me brightly.

I look out at the shimmer of the lake, as we walk to the lighthouse along a concrete path.  "Frighteningly close to her ancestor." I state.  "Tranh Truk Ngo.  the Impaler of Elbar, she could be him.  It is in the eyes.  Aleksandr Kerensky's memoranda were filled with 'what to do about this man?', even as he used him to break two divisions of Rim Worlds forces and retake a Brian fortress."

"I find your description in harmony with my own impressions." Marthe says.  "She is a killer, who hates to kill, were she a warrior, she would be a warrior who hates war to such a degree as to be a prodigy at it.  the sort that fills dark stories of excess and brutality to a degree even the Smoke Jaguars would not go...and yet, she is a considerate hostess, Nathan, you know her best."

"I may know her too well." Nathan Roshak states.  "I may be too close to the problem to give an objective view."

"I am looking for the subjective." Marthe says. 

"in another place and time, I would move heaven and earth to have her." Nathan states.

"Who says that has to happen?" Marthe tells him, and I realize, he does not know.  "Do not start packing for your next assignment yet." Marthe adds, "I may have work for you here yet.  Go check in with your Galaxy, get your updates."

"Yes My Khan."  Nathan walks away.

"Really?" I ask.

Marthe chuckles, "aff. really.  I keep him here, I do not lose him entirely, and we may need his talent and insight sooner, rather than later."

"So the dilemma is just a political game, quiaff?"

she meets my eyes,  "It is, and it is not.  It is both entertaining to make her squirm, and instructional, putting a crack in that arrogance is needed by all of us.  Besides, I like to be able to keep tabs on the Legacies of my Clan, for the future.  for example, getting her used to the idea of accepting Clan traditions."

"Assimilation?" I ask.

"ONE thing I have learned in seven years in the Inner Sphere, seeing excellent, loyal warriors like Nathan Roshak drifting away, we can not change them, without changing ourselves.  I want a handle on how that change happens lest we end up something savashri a few generations down the line, something dezgra and even evil. whichever Clan becomes IlClan, will need to be able to manage trillions of people without being overwhelmed by so many they run out of bullets and overheat their lasers before running out of foes, and without losing at least the grasp of the concept of Honor."

"you had this in mind when you ordered preparations to move your Clan into the Inner Sphere, quiaff?"

"Aff." she says, "We can not merely conquer it and expect all to go well.  we have to live here, with them, and it will change us.  that change must be managed, or what is the point?  What does History suggest of Kowloon, Nelson?"

"Stubborn to a fault, unbending resistance, like...like Blood Spirits, only without the more obnoxious personal traits." I say.

"Exactly.  the perfect stage and laboratory to strike a balance to save the rest from the cycle of self-destruction."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 24 January 2020, 20:28:19
I still think Martha is underestimating Liz...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 24 January 2020, 21:01:46
Marthe is a good chess player but Liz is a master. The best the Green Birds can hope is to become the equivalent of our Rasalhague Dominion.  :))
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 24 January 2020, 21:39:34
Quote
"ONE thing I have learned in seven years in the Inner Sphere, seeing excellent, loyal warriors like Nathan Roshak drifting away, we can not change them, without changing ourselves.  I want a handle on how that change happens lest we end up something savashri a few generations down the line, something dezgra and even evil. whichever Clan becomes IlClan, will need to be able to manage trillions of people without being overwhelmed by so many they run out of bullets and overheat their lasers before running out of foes, and without losing at least the grasp of the concept of Honor."

something tells me that Marthe's nightmares are filled with images of Malvina Hazen and the mongol doctrine..
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 25 January 2020, 00:47:47
Yes!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 02:38:24
North shore, near the Northwest lighthouse...

"I expected Phelan, not you." Elizabeth didn't even turn as Vladimir Ward approached.

His derisive snort at the Khan of the Exiles...the former exiles, was mentioned.  "I drew the short straw." Vladimir told her.

"I saw the report, your house is no longer divided against itself." she turned around, "making one of you Sakhan, but I can't tell which."

"Phelan is...the senior partner." Vlad said in disgust. "your intelligence is good."

"Yeah.  so the Crusaders folded back in, that's gotta piss you off."

He laughed.  "Nice try, Duchess Ngo.  I have heard about your...view of Phelan Ward."

"Phelan kell, traitor. yeah.  Collaborator, sell-out." she said, "quisling."

"Some forgiveness." he said, noting her public stance.

"I named the knife 'Forgiveness'." Liz told him, and flicked the blade out of its hiding place, "See? engraved right on the blade.  I don't have to hate someone to have to kill them."

Vlad's laugh faded a bit, until she presented her blade to him hilt-first.

he examined it, "used." he said.

"Several times." she said, "haven't had to since the last time someone tried to assassinate me.  It was childish, having that engraved."

"Well, the short straw I drew, was your attitude." He told her, "we agreed that sending a Khan you did not hold in low esteem...lower esteem, might be better for all concerned, and the matter is core to Clan society, which I am a stronger advocate for, than my...fellow Khan."

"I love the way you say that, like you're soiling your tongue." she beamed up at him.  "So, how long before you're at each other's throats again? will things even get a chance to stabilize? Will you even bother to rebuild before tearing it all down again?"

"you have a VERY low opinion of us."

"Your culture encourages destructive, fratricidal behavior." she shrugged, "Not stability, if our progress is any indicator, we'll be up to you in technology in less than thirty years, now that we're somewhat stable and nobody is killing engineers, burning books or assassinating scientists..at least, for the moment."

"I could say the same of yours-minus the thirty years prediction." He said.

she laughed this time, "You would be right, unfortunately. It's one of the things I'm trying to push the other way-at least, keep the knowledge by making too hard to lose a second time, in case some other jackhole thinks 'operation:Holy Shroud' is a good idea."

Vlad turned serious, "That is what really offends you, isn't it? the thing you can't forgive-you can forgive the killing, the torture, but..."

"but then they tried to cover it up." Liz said, "Sloppily tried to conceal what really happened by gutting the records with a chainsaw. that's guilty behavior, Khan Vladimir Ward. it is what criminals do. I can't decide if I find the actual attempt as offensive as how ham handedly it was done.  At least the Brotherhood tried to come up with workable patsies and misdirections, but even that bunch of morons understood that hiding the truth from themselves was a short ticket to making the same mistakes."

"And your own mistakes?" he prodded.

"I will die with, but I won't insult some future investigator by trying to hide what I've done, or why I did it.  when I face god and he sends me to hell, I will at least know why, and nobody will doubt what I am damned for.  Someone else, in the future or even in the now, will be able to look and say, 'see? don't do this!'."

His laugh didn't reach his eyes, and stopped too soon.  "You really believe that-it is not an irony."

"I know what I am, Khan Vladimir Ward, I know what I am damned for.  I will be cursed and condemned, and I will absolutely be guilty, but I won't pretend I'm not.  I murdered two men with my very own hands to keep that blood off someone else's, and did it again with fifteen more. I envy, I am wrathful, yes, I am prideful.  I know it.  You can ask Roshak if I'm lustful, the only thing I don't have time for is sloth, that's six out of seven paths to hell and I'll rack up more before it's over."

"victor and Phelan both said you would say something like that." He told her.

"Victor's known me since I was fourteen." Liz said, "And Phelan's dad is one of my best customers, both of them know me better than I ought to let them."  she rolled a cigarette, and lit it.   "I am skipping down that road to hell, because someone has to...and I'm disposable, defective."

"Defective? you have accomplished quite a set of feats." Vladimir said, "gained the trust of those above you, turned your world into a veritable fortress..."

"And gotten a thousandth of the work I set out to do finished, this treatment that lets me walk around like a normal person? it can fail. probably will fail." she stated, "I have a lot to do before the inevitable collapse, and I'm wasting that time on someone else's problems because it's the only way forward."

he chuckled grimly, "someone else's problem." he said.

"My view: your Clans could have solved this centuries ago." she said, "You could have declared victory and been done with it, even if you waited to the third generation to do so-instead, you saddled yourselves with a lie, and a bottomless mission, wasted resources and time on a task already declared complete, and burned your own records so that you can't actually look at the situation logically, instead burying your collective heads in a bunch of superstitious nonsense and legendary poetry."

"And you don't do the same with your...'image'?" he countered.

"I'm too busy working to save people I don't even like, to worry about making legends for people who won't care when I'm gone.  I know you got up close and personal fighting Cylons. where do you think my priorities should be?" she took another pull on the cigarette, waiting for him to respond.

"So...you do not even like the Wolverines?"

"They're foreigners." she said, "so are your lot, so are the Lyrans, and everyone else-I don't have to like them to try to save them, Khan Ward, because sometimes you get the choice, right?"

"the choice?"

"Sometimes the right person for the job is the one who sees it needs to be done, and is willing to eat the shit to do it.  That's not the most qualified person, that's not the person with the right training, or background, or talents, it's not the most perfect, it's the person willing to do the job.  Victor's willing, I'm willing.  You're here but I don't know if you are willing.  I know most of them, the ones who attended by remote, aren't."

"Which job are you speaking of, so we are both...how is it, 'on the same page'."

"Resisting Extinction, Khan Ward.  Stopping the bastards who want to end all humankind in the name of god." she told him.  "if you're not on board with resisting extinction, you're not the man for the job.  we are at war with entropy, the enemy is, for all intents and purposes, god, omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent and absolutely on the other side.  If you aren't up for that fight, and it will be a fight, you're just one more ****** person I have to try and save."

He smiled, "I am in." he said, "you should have saved that summation for the meeting.  If there is one way to get a very conservative Clan Khan to change their vote, it is to accuse them indirectly of being too much a coward to see things your way."  with that, he turned and headed for the East side of the island.

"thanks for the advice...I think."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 25 January 2020, 03:31:57
So... the Wolf OZ is back in the FC, then?  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 25 January 2020, 04:23:32
So... the Wolf OZ is back in the FC, then?  ???
  By the sounds of it, although probably with a great deal of local autonomy until full (re)integration can be negotiated.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 25 January 2020, 06:50:05
Kiribati Island, Kowloon - Federated Commonwealth

Martin Ferry had resisted being promoted from Captain for years but he was now getting to the age when retirement did not seem nearly so distant and if he wanted to do so on an Admiral's pension, as per his wife's insistence, he really needed to starting moving on up the ranks again. Part of the reason he had pointedly rejected promotion in the past was a concern they might take his battleship away from him and stick him behind a desk. The other less important, but nonetheless irritating reason was the sterling quality of the New Circe education system and the emphasis it placed on both military history and that of North America in particular.

Ferry liked a joke but he was already starting to get really tired of saying. 'It's Commodore Ferry, not Perry, Ferry. The other one has been dead twelve-hundred years'. For that matter it was getting old being asked that after opening up Japan to the world was the plan to do the same to the Draconis Combine?

At least the rank gave him enough status to represent his Clan here without running the risk of either insulting the hosts or worse the schmucks opposite who had drunk way too much of Nicky Kerensky's kool-aid. Every so often he made sure to make eye-contact with the Spook Teddy because dollars-to-doughnuts it must have hurt those guys way down deep that it was the 'Not-Named' who saved their hairy asses.

Meanwhile Khan Aletha Kabrinski of the Ghost Bears knew exactly why Ferry kept making eye-contact and smiling at her and made sure to smile back because showing irritation would be letting the bastard win.

"Perhaps Clan Wolverine would like to present their perspective at this juncture?" Victor Steiner-Davion suggested, breaking Ferry's chain of thought.

"Happy to" Ferry responded. "As a matter of courtesy to the other clans, knowing their ingrained feelings about us, we have elected to allow an intermediary to speak for us" he told the room while nodding towards where the Colonials were sat. "With the agreement of the room of course" he added as a few people frowned.

"That may facilitate things" Khan Ward observed, the other khans nodding that they agreed after considering it.

"Fine by me" Victor concurred.

"Excellent. In that case may I present our chosen representative, a colonial citizen who will speaking for us" Ferry announced as the man in the black suit and sunglasses leaned forward and smiled. It was a strangely disturbing smile that somehow made Victor Steiner-Davion want to check if his wallet was still in his back pocket.

Marthe Pryde raised her eyebrows slightly. "A civilian, quiaff? she queried. She had thought it would be one of the Colonial Naval officers.

"Affirmative" Ferry confirmed.

"Romo Lampkin, Attorney at Law" the Colonial introduced himself formally in excellent English with only a trace of his native Caprican accent.

Aletha Kabrinski could not help but react this time. "A lawyer? You brought your lawyer, quiaff?" she asked incredulously.

Well by choice I would have brought my battleship but orders from New Circe were to go all in, Ferry thought to himself in amusement.
 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 25 January 2020, 06:56:35
I've seen this guy's name mentioned a few times... glad to finally get to see him in action...  :)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 25 January 2020, 06:59:33
I've seen this guy's name mentioned a few times... glad to finally get to see him in action...  :)
It should prove to be... educational.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 25 January 2020, 08:47:27
Especially when Romo presents the Wolverine's unedited files concerning what lead up to the Trial of Annihilation. Once the Cylons are dealt with, the Wolves will have a lot to answer for. Hopefully, it will be in BLOOD
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: werehawk on 25 January 2020, 10:05:57
I'm pretty sure that the Khans of the clans are about to find out why lawyers are truly demons to be feared. If they thought that Liz was a nightmare to deal with Romeo Lampkin will prove to them there are worse things to face...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Hotpoint on 25 January 2020, 10:44:38
Kiribati Island, Kowloon - Federated Commonwealth

Sometimes in life you encounter someone who you cannot help but be impressed with even when they provoke a visceral dislike of them because they are on the other side of an argument. Khan Ward of the Wolf Clan recalled a quote he had once heard: 'I don't shoot a man for being incompetent in the Devil's work. I shoot him for being competent in the Devil's work. Admiration for his technique is part of the process'.

After the first twenty minutes of listening to the man Vladimir Ward really wanted to shoot Romo Lampkin.

It was bad enough that the man was clearly an accomplished wordsmith, impressive in itself given that English was not his first language, it was the fact he injected just enough sarcasm into his arguments that you felt the overwhelming need to jump on anything he said that you might be able to disprove, thus scoring a few points back on the man.

Unfortunately it became all too apparent after a while that the lawyer was laying traps for you to fall into because he had access to sources of information that the Khans did not. Every time you pounced on something he said that sounded like nothing but supposition at best, mere sophistry at worst, he produced a two century old transcript, electronic record or even an actual contemporary voice record to prove it.

That was the real problem at the root of the matter. Unlike all the other clans the Wolverines still had the unredacted, unedited and far more complete records of the events leading up to the failed annihilation in their possession, and the lawyer was thoroughly enjoying beating them over the head with it.

Once they eventually realised that the lawyers evident smugness after shooting them down in flames was intended to provoke them into falling into the next rhetorical trap the Khans stopped playing his game and sat there in silence wishing they had made the Not-Named present their own damned case.

Romo Lampkin took off his sunglasses. Now he had their attention and they were loathe to interrupt for fear of sounding foolish it was time to go to work properly.

"Now we move to the matter of the nuclear destruction of Dehra Dun" Lampkin said, looking from Khan to Khan before turning towards Duchess Ngo. "Or rather the nuclear destruction of the Wolverine capital of Great Hope which took place before it."

Elizabeth could not help but look a little smug herself. "I knew it" she said confidently. "Kerensky nuked the Wolverine's first and they immediately retaliated by taking out Dehra Dun, the closest enemy city to them" she continued. "That makes so much more sense than the people just trying to leave suddenly deciding on a whim to escalate like that" she said. Elizabeth still couldn't agree with the Wolverines for incinerating all those innocent civilians but understood why they might lash out that way under the circumstances.

Lampkin smiled and paused for effect. "No" he said eventually.

"What?" Elizabeth exclaimed incredulously.

This time it was the turn of Aletha Kabrinski to look smug. "The Not-Named destroyed Great Hope themselves to stop it falling into the hands of others" she said. "We compared our, admittedly fragmented own records with those of several other clans to establish this."

Elizabeth blinked and turned to stare at the Wolverine's present.

"No that's not it either, although you were slightly closer to the truth Duchess because at the time the Wolverine's did initially think that ilKhan Kerensky ordered Great Hope destroyed because they knew they hadn't done it themselves."

"The Snow Ravens did it without Kerensky's orders?" Victor suggested as the Khans looked at each other with increasing confusion.

"We did no such thing!" the saKhan of the Snow Ravens responded sharply.

"That's true" Lampkin said quickly because the Snow Raven looked like they might be on the verge of insisting upon a Trial of Grievance regarding the accusation. "It wasn't the Snow Ravens that destroyed Great Hope" he confirmed.

"Okay so who did it then?" Elizabeth wanted to know.

Lampkin adopted a serious expression. "Do you recall me mentioning earlier that there was an anomaly in the records regarding the contents of the Brian cache discovered in Wolverine territory, the one that led to the escalation in friction between Khan Sarah McEvedy and the other Khans" he asked rhetorically. "Well by far the most important of the accounting discrepancies was a missing nuclear warhead that seemed to vanish during the short time the cache was not fully in Wolverine control" he continued. "One of a batch of identical warheads stored there."

"We ended up using the rest of them on the Cylons a couple of hundred years later" Ferry felt the need to interject. "They were getting long in the tooth anyway."

"It was that missing warhead which destroyed Great Hope, and it was Clan Widowmaker that did it, intending to pin the blame on the Wolverines because of a long-standing rivalry." Lampkin informed the room. "And now you might all be putting two-and-two together to make the four which explains the origins of the serious beef between Clan Wolf and Clan Widowmaker which followed" he said. 'Kerensky might have been willing to use the situation to his advantage but he wasn't going to trust the Widowmakers one inch after that, especially since he had previously learned that the Widowmakers had been spying on the Wolverines without his authorisation."

Marthe Pryde turned to Vladmir Ward. "The Widowmakers killed Kerensky later in a trial" she noted.

"No. They murdered him by violating the agreed terms of the engagement" Ward disagreed, face like stone. "That is why we fought the Trial of Absorption, the Widowmakers always regarded honour in battle as an optional extra" he said bitterly. "It took generations of incorporation into the Wolves to cure them of that trait."

"It is uncomfortable to dwell upon but if any Clan would be willing to use such deception as a false-flag attack I would place the Widowmakers right at the top of the list" Khan Kabrinski chipped in for herself.

Elizabeth Ngo frowned. "So getting back on track the Wolverine's nuked Dehra Dun on the spur of the moment because they thought the Snow Ravens had nuked them first, likely on Kerensky's orders, but in reality it was the Widowmakers who were at fault?" she suggested. "And you found out later you nuked the wrong people but by then it was too late and the clans had already decided to genocide you."

"No" Lampkin dismissed her latest theory. "It wasn't the Wolverines that nuked Dehra Dun, well not how you think they did anyway."

This revelation caused considerable consternation and Lampkin gave everyone a few minutes to get it out of their systems. He turned towards Ferry who gave him a thumb's up.

"It was the ****** Widowmakers that nuked Dehra Dun wasn't it?"  Elizabeth growled. "They expected the Wolverines to lash out with nukes after Great Hope but when they didn't they upped the ante."

"Swing and a miss. That's three strikes and you're out" Lampkin responded. "Did I get the sports metaphor right?" he checked with Ferry who gave him another thumb's up. "We don't play baseball ourselves."

"So who did?" Victor was dying to hear the end of the mystery by now.

Lampkin put on his sunglasses again. "Before I answer that I would like to tell you the story of the Texas Class Battleship Bismark" he began. "One of the ships that was placed in the clan's mothball fleet reserve it was..." he paused. "Borrowed, yes borrowed sounds better than stolen, by Clan Wolverine when they prepared their secession and when things turned nasty the Wolverine's deployed it to reinforce their forces around Circe" he told the room. "Later it was one of the vessels which escaped the annihilation, which means that we still have all of her logs and electronic records intact so if any of you requires confirmation of what I'm about to say, that can be provided" he continued. "We will even allow a panel of experts to examine the hardware and electronic records directly to demonstrate there has been no tampering of any kind."

"Meaning you don't expect us to believe you otherwise" Victor observed knowingly.

"It might be hard to swallow" Lampkin agreed. "Dehra Dun was destroyed by accident by Clan Wolverine... and also Clan Snow Raven."

This time the room was silent.

"Come again" Elizabeth was the first to eventually speak up.

Lampkin removed his sunglasses once again so that he could look everyone in the eyes, these little pieces of courtroom theatrics were his trademark. "Clan Snow Raven believed that the Wolverines had gone nuclear first, as did probably everyone else not affiliated to the Widowmakers" he explained. "In the circumstances, and likely under orders from the ilKhan, they launched an aerospace strike package including a nuclear weapon intending to use it on a Wolverine military target" he said. "Unfortunately the Bismark in orbit shot it down... and it exploded over Dehra Dun, the Raven's own city."

"You have got to be ****** kidding" Elizabeth exclaimed.

"No, but now you know why we expected you all to want to get a look at Bismark's records of what happened" Lampkin replied before turning towards the speechless representative of the Snow Raven's themselves. "We don't know whether the ilKhan ordered your leadership to keep quiet about what really happened, whether they chose to in order to try and save themselves, or whether it was a combination of the two but I think you can understand why the Wolverines feel somewhat aggrieved that because they did keep quiet and let them take the full blame then Clans that would likely have never voted for their annihilation otherwise did so."

"Maybe what happened to Dehra Dun was pre-emptive karmic alignment" Ferry muttered, loud enough to be overheard. "Don't worry, we're not seeking apocalyptic revenge" he spoke up. "Maybe if the Widowmakers were still around, or Nicky Kerensky himself, we'd feel differently, but mostly we'd just like you to drop your plan to kill us all for something we didn't do, at least not in any way deliberately" he said. "You should hear the voice logs from Bismark when that nuke exploded over the city, the crew were horrified."

Vladimir Ward coughed. "We will want to hear those logs, as well as review any other records you have" he said unemotionally.

"As will we" the Ghost Bear Khan concurred, fixing the representative of the Snow Ravens with a cold look.

"Time for a another recess I think" Lampkin suggested. "After that we can talk about what happened after Dehra Dun, you might all benefit from hearing the last words of Sarah McEvedy regarding the whole sorry business. I'm afraid ilKhan Kerensky does not come off looking too good."
 
 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 25 January 2020, 10:53:05
Alex Kerensky was just lucky Romo Lampkin wasn't Stefan Amaris' lawyer.   >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 11:14:32
Kiribati...

a uniformed Coast Guard officer stopped by Elizabeth's table, as the roll call for a recess was being called.

"Excuse me." she stood.  "Everyone?"

Natalie Breen's image turned to someone off-camera at the same time.

"I have an announcement to make." Liz said.  "this morning at zero six three zero, at a recharge point coreward of Bone Norman, a Cylon Base-star vessel attacked a retreating convoy belonging to one of the Clans.  This convoy was apparently part of the Steel Viper evacuation, and was being shadowed by units from Squadron Two of Division 12, Kowloon Coast Guard seconded to AFFC Fleet One under Admiral Katherine Morgan Steiner Davion.  The Convoy of six Carrack class vessels escorted by the CSV Anaconda and CSV Snake Pit was attacked, with the destruction of both Lola-Three class vessels.
The Coast Guard Cutter Sarah Jennings, helmed by Commander Trau Cuk Ky sent a call for reinforcement, and jumped into position between the Cylon attackers, and the six Carrack Class transports, to buy time for the rest of their Patrol unit, code-named 'Task group Thunderchild' to arrive."

she swallowed, "They lasted fifteen minutes, long enough for the Carracks to get out of there.  The Basestar was destroyed by the reinforcements, but KCGS Sarah Jennings was lost with all hands in the engagement after inflicting significant, crippling damage to the enemy warship.  Flight Data records from the vessel will be made available as soon as they are recovered to any and all interested...parties. we do not know the composition of the transport group at this time."

"That was one of ours."  Khan Zalman announced, "Have you recovered survivors?"

"Search and Rescue teams, I'm told, are deployed looking for any survivors from the two destroyers or the three Titan-class fighter carriers destroyed by the enemy." she answered.  "When I know something, you will know, sir."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 11:46:34
continued...

"Why were you shadowing the retreating Steel Viper forces?"  Marthe Pryde asked.

"they stabbed an ally in the back, attacking said ally after Wotan..." Liz said, "We weren't sure they would actually go back to the Homeworlds instead of turning around and waiting for another chance."

this drew a sharp intake of breath from everyone in the room.

"It's a good thing we were, or those six transports with all the personnel on board, would be radioactive debris."

"What class is this cutter, the Sarah Jennings?"  Lynn McKenna asked.

"Fifty six thousand tons fully loaded.  Three assault shuttles and six fighters, two capital-grade antishipping missile tubes on a dorsal mount, forty five centimeter laser main guns on her broadside.  typical Sampan Two class, with the LF battery refit, we lost about eighty people and only recovered datarecord from three of her Centurion Complement-those three are being debriefed at Fleet."

"How big is a Basestar?"  Natalie Breen asked.

"About one point five million tons displacement, a hybrid carrier and missile platform."  Vlad Ward noted out loud, "with a lot of missiles."

Elizabeth cleared her throat, "I have eighty six commendations to review and families to contact.  If you will excuse me?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 13:28:56
Executive Order from the Duchess

From: the desk of Elizabeth Anne Ngo, Duchess of Kowloon, Margrave of the Kowloon March Theater
To: Boojum Shipyard

RE: Production order 1st Quarter, 3058

Hulls 81, 82, 83, 84,85

Class Sampan III Mod 4 series Cutters.

Funding authorization has cleared the Assembly, these hulls are to be completed with an additional 14 days.

Rename as follows:

Nueva Pueblo to Trau Cuk Ky (CCD-81)
Da Nang to Sarah Jennings (CCD-82)

Follow standard naming schemes for subsequent hulls until directed otherwise by this office.

Signed,

Elizabeth Anne Ngo
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 13:47:13
Magistrate's Courthouse, Arcology 771, Winter, 3058

"all rise.  Docket J, 33, Lyran Commonwealth versus Nicole Minh, charge is grand theft jumpship, transport of contraband, and suspcion of accessory to deep space piracy.  You may be seated."

The judge is the kind of guy who looks pissed off all the time.  This is probably from living at the bottom of the well his whole life.

"Miss Minh, you waived your right to counsel...we're going to make this fast.  as a juvenile, you would ordinarily expect to face a reduced sentence, however the charges against you are quite serious.  Do you understand what you have done?"

"Yes, your honor."

the judge doesn't believe me. Kind of expect that.  getting caught in a stolen Star Lord class with a cargo full of weapons does that. 

Spiking the navicom and surrendering to the Coast Guard probably helped me.  Making sure Farley and his gang were trapped in the system might have helped me.  The full confession probably didn't.

"Miss Minh, I don't think you do.  You are sixteen years old, I have granddaughters that are older than you, academy graduates, and they wouldn't understand the kind of charges you're facing.  Half this charge sheet are serious felonies, two items on it, carry life imprisonment or the death penalty, and that is not including shooting that man."

blood, screams. I shake it off.  "Sir."

"I am going to do you an enormous favour, Miss Minh. You are hereby offered a choice, you can sign the enlistment papers, or you can be sentenced under standard guidelines with a small adjustment for your age, meaning you'll get out of prison right about age ninety.  Prison is not a nice place, Miss Minh."

"I'll take prison, sir."

"Well, you're obviously too young to make that decision, this court finds the defendant to be a Juvenile, and unlikely to offend again, you are remanded to a suitable training facility by your guardian ad lidem..which..." he looks around, "Chief?"

"We'll take her."  A Coast Guard with Chief's tabs asserts.

"For a tour of no less than five years, beginning upon completion of your education at Coast Guard Academy Vin Drin Lap." the judge finished, "So ordered." and gaveled

"come on kid."

"I...I don't get it."

"You stole a Star Lord from Ngo Industries over Galatea." the Chief explained, "Single handed.  That means you've got skills, you surrendered instead of fighting, which suggests somewhere in that little red-haired head, you've got brains, and you shot your criminal boss in the face when he tried to make you jump the ship out, which says you have both brains, and guts.  you're recruit material, and you're going to spend the next three years in academic prep as a possible officer candidate because we will take people like you. It's your community service, kid.  IF you ever get the backbone to own up and tell us who your parents are, we'll inform them, but you have been sentenced to military service, which is a hell of a lot better than prison."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 14:22:28
Raptor 11, Kiribati Island Airfield...

the Raptor was a quiet place to do work, serving as a kind of 'ducal office' for the moment, free of interruptions from the day-to-day goings on of the diplomatic site and the Coast Guard caretaker squadron.

and Liz needed to cool the shakes.  The war had changed, it was...less abstract.  Kowloon had suffered casualties against the Cylons, in an engagement that didn't absolutely have to happen.

at least, on a rational, strategic level.  "I ****** up." Liz muttered. 

calling out the Steel Vipers as backstabbing ****** wasn't the smartest move, rubbing into their faces that their technical crews, garrison troops, and the surviving escorts in their convoy made it out of that ambush thanks to Coast Guard units that had been shadowing them didn't help.

Losing a class-alpha boat boss just made things worse.  The enemy, didn't lose anything but the chance to kill that convoy.  in her imagination, she could see the Cylons from the engagement, the enemy cylons, resurrecting, now with experience against the Guard.

and maybe prisoners in their gigantic server farms to strip, reallocate, and reprogram.

On a strategic level, it was a loss. A loss she tried to sell as a minor victory.

she checked the morning reports, including a couple of small theater-level projects she'd put in motion.

Ship thieves: 22 apprehended so far, 9 successfully recruited from sentences that would have left them in prison for life.
Slicers/hackers: 181 apprehended, 12 found to be unsuitable for recruitment, the rest would be going through training as RTO personnel.
Juvenile Delinquents: 1.  a shipjacker named Nicole Minh. KCGS Cham Phuc Dao took custody this morning.  Medical says kid is even younger than her docket said. bone scans and the data from the University's human development project suggest the kid is fifteen at the oldest.

Li added a note asking what to do with the kid.

Liz typed an order.

Subject: Nicole Minh, Case #J/33/102957/Hijacker/CC code 191 under Revised Commonwealth Code(J).

Ducal Finding: Remand this juvenile to a military grade boarding school institution until age 18, followed by induction into Coast Guard OTS and no less than five years active duty upon completion of her education. 

Evaluation for interests, skills, talents and ability to be conducted immediately upon return to the Kowloon system.

Find her Parents, inform them, see if visitation can be arranged, but make it clear she is serving a sentence for serious criminal activity.

PS: Li, we discussed a junior training program six months ago, make up a damn school and put this kid in it with as many suitable candidates as Personnel can find, post her scores to the Coventry, Alarion, and Pandora prep programs, I'll see if I can talk Prince Victor into loaning us some teachers or hot-boxing up some educational certifications, but I want this in-house as much as possible.

Liz.


"Prisoners into military service, Liz?"  Penny asked, leaning over and partially through the pilot's seat.

"Difference-these are convicts." Liz said, "I'm giving convicts a second chance, because they have skills we need."

"but you're not facing a manpower crunch."

"Not yet, we will." Liz said, "And that is a damned fact."

"Juvenile Delinquents?"

"I was a juvenile delinquent." Liz dismissed the hallucination by turning her attention to feeds from the firm.




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 15:46:15
Kiribati Conference, late afternoon of the following day...

After the latest recess period, the meeting convened again.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Khans, visitors.  The decision made by the Clans will impact the strategic situation not only between Clan Wolverine, New Circe, the Colonies of Kobol, and  the Clans, but the rest of humanity as well."  Elizabeth hadn't done proper preparation for this, and she knew it.  "To the Khans, the encounter with a Cylon Basestar should give every one of you, especially in the Kerensky Cluster, pause to consider that they're looking for you.  you aren't safe in your isolation."

"To the Wolverines, you've got a grievance, and it's valid.  I have seen no evidence thus far to suggest otherwise.  Respect to the Honorable Mister Lampkin, you have done an excellent job presenting your case and there are a lot of lawyers who should watch your presentation to see how a proper case is constructed and presented.  I wish I could afford you myself." Liz found her groove.

"I can't-at least, not and pay you what you're worth."  this got a few chuckles.

"Khan Elam, your people have had time to analyze the Bismark logs?"

"They have."

"Can you confirm provenance and accuracy?"

"I can."

"Do you?"

"I do.  Khan McKenna has also had her people examining the Dehra Dun data, and confirms the logs are both accurate, and original, without editing."

"do you, Khan Lynn McKenna?" Liz directed.

"I do."

"It is not good legal practice for the prosecution to also be the jury, however in my study, Clan law is comprised of bad legal practices and you manage to muddle through anyway.  as Host to this activity, I request therefore, that summations be delivered, and a vote by the jury taken on the matter of Clan Wolverine versus the Clan Grand Council, case one of one, the reason we're all here.  Does the prosecution have an individual to present their position?"

Aletha Kabrinski cleared her throat, "I have been selected by the Khans to present the Grand Council's position."

"Please, begin." Liz said.

"To overturn the Annihilation of Clan Wolverine, which has been a staple of Clan law and Clan practice for generations, is no small thing.  a simple vote is insufficient under Clan Law." she walked up the line, "This requires something more, and what is more, something unprecedented.  We must have a Trial of Refusal to satisfy the precedents of Clan tradition."

Aletha turned to the Wolverines, "I was raised to hate you.  I see now, the error, but we swear an oath, and an oath is no small thing to be cast aside easily.  as much as I know that I owe you for saving our Capital at Alshain, and as unjust as you have shown the original verdict to be, there must be more than a simple admission of error.  Your Clan broke the law, and you seceded from the Clans, and while it is clear now, that what was done to you was done under false pretenses, it was, at the time, the legally correct thing to do." 

She turned to Elizabeth.  "and I know your people see what our ancestors did as an atrocity.  Genocide, the attempted systematic enslavement and murder of an entire people for the supposed crimes of a few, one of the few things your people, the Kowloonese, will not forgive, I accept this moral position as being, at its root, honorable, after a fashion."

she turned to the holoimages and cameras, and her few fellow Khans present.  "BUT...this is an internal matter to the Clans of Kerensky.  There must be a Trial of Refusal to overturn the verdict, the failure of Clans Wolf and Widowmaker, and their subsequent assertion of victory shows the annihilation was not merely incomplete, but bungled outright, this refusal is to be fought over the verdict itself.  a verdict passed by a unanimous vote of the Clan Grand Council, nineteen votes, no abstainers.  We all share the guilt for this, we are all responsible for upholding whether or not this is correct, we must all present a bid, not to participate, but a bid of how much participation to defend this verdict.  we are defending this, they challenge the verdict, the evidence is before you all. Bid."

"HEY! wait a damn minute, what the ******?" Liz was on her feet, "Seriously? what are the terms for this??"

"The Grand Council must uphold the verdict unanimously." Aletha said, turning to her hostess.  "One loss, just one, and the verdict is vacated."

"you guys agreed to this?" Liz was disbelieving.

"it is our way!" the Blood Spirit Khan, Schmidt, barked and the speakers carried her voice from York itself.

"jesus... one loss?"

"only one."

"nineteen rounds, one loss, that's how you're handling this?"

"AFF."

Liz facepalmed, "...crazy ******..." she muttered.

The khans bid their forces while the Wolverines listened.  as the challengers, they had to wait to see what the cutdown would be, who they would face first.

the proposals started on the large end.  whole fleets, an entire Touman, but rapidly cycled downward in scope, given the six months and four weeks necessary to reach Kowloon from the Homeworlds.

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Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 16:38:26
continued...

Elizabeth couldn't take this anymore. she looked up, as the Khans debated and argued and bid, and erupted.

"what the ****** is wrong with you people??"  she shouted and didn't care, "We have evidence of an extinction-level threat, and you're insisting on a staged fight because you don't want to deal with facts?? The facts are here you've all seen them, they're confirmed, this isn't something you can debate perspectives on, or play protocol games about, or hide your eyes and pretend it isn't happening!  There is a self-replicating robot race out there, and it wants to 'annihilate' every human being that is alive, will ever live.  They're coming for us, well, they are also coming for you."

she found herself standing on her table, "Are you so ****** stupid you can't see that? so comfortably complacent you have to wait for them to do to strana mechty what they've done to Tamar, or Wotan, or tried to do at Alshain??  is that what it takes? Does York have to burn with nuclear fire, or be split in half with an asteroid before it sinks in? Or Circe, or ******, I don't know, maybe they'll remodel Marshall or Huntress?" she dropped to the floor, and rounded on Victor, "Or maybe they're coming for Tharkad, or New Avalon?"  she was walking, gesturing as she spoke, "Maybe earth itself?? Hey, let's all get so wrapped up in our old feuds that we let the enemy kill us off piecemeal! How's that for plan, Khan Keller? Maybe your old rivals will die first, or maybe you will and they'll get to pat themselves on the back right before a chrome army dismantles them for spares.  How's that sound, Truscott? are you digging it, Kufahl? Maybe you'll get lucky and they won't kill you first, or you'll get to watch everyone die first before they come for you, hell of a job protecting the Inner Sphere from exterior threats, by the way.  Very good job wardening, hell of a record there."

Liz was shaking with this rage.  "Fight your Trial, fine, bid however you want, fine, but understand one thing, my people, and those at our side, are standing between you and Extinction while you dither around getting your shit together, deciding who's honor was insulted and whose precious goddamed primacy is being threatened. us, My people. The Coast Guard will keep saving your asses, and you will remain ungrateful, and that is the truth, and when we fall, you will be unprepared to take that burden up, rolling around in your 'traditions' and your empty ****** feuds."

"There is one line, only one.  On one side of that line, are the people willing to put it aside to fight for mankind.  everyone else is on the other side of that line, playing their game of thrones bullshit games, fretting over insults in the distant past, waiting for extinction to come.  I know which side I am on.  when you all figure out which side of that line you're on, you know how to call me."

she stopped, "And Khan Marthe, I'm taking Nathan Roshak. You don't need him and I do."

"That is not ha-"

Liz threw her punch, knocking the Falcon Khan and sliding her a few feet from the force of the blow.

"Wanna contest it?"

Marthe laughed, "no.  he is yours." she said.

"Looking forward to working with you, Khan Pryde." Liz added.  she motioned, and Nathan fell in to her left, "I bid you all good day for the rest of the conference, I have a war to run."  and strode out the North door.
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Post by: glitterboy2098 on 25 January 2020, 16:49:13
*tosses the khans a marker* quick, someone draw a circle of equals around Marthe now that's she's lost.
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Post by: Daryk on 25 January 2020, 17:05:21
Liz wins again, no matter what Pryde thinks...  ^-^
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Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 17:26:33
Liz wins again, no matter what Pryde thinks...  ^-^

Liz didn't have to lose, for Marthe to win.  Can you guess what Marthe Pryde gained out of this?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 25 January 2020, 17:31:02
She can claim (whether Liz agrees or not) that Liz accepted the trial system.  I don't agree either, but I can see other clan types thinking so...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 17:45:48
She can claim (whether Liz agrees or not) that Liz accepted the trial system.  I don't agree either, but I can see other clan types thinking so...

go deeper, what's her endgame?  if you need to, browse Sarna.net and your sourcebooks, what values are the most positive of the Clans?  They have a lot of negative 'values' but they have a few common statements they claim to believe in.
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Post by: Daryk on 25 January 2020, 17:59:16
I think Pryde's endgame is the same as Liz's... survival of the species, which is why she gave in right there.  And she knows Roshak will work towards that no matter who his nominal boss is...

EDIT: Darn it... Still haven't got all the sugar out of this keyboard...
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Post by: mikecj on 25 January 2020, 18:14:28
The combat trials will be interesting.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 20:26:48
Within the Conference...

"Well, that could have gone better." Commodore Ferry quipped, drawing some baleful looks from the holopresent Khans.  "While you all are bidding on who gets to fight us, Clan Wolverine will be bidding away all Aerospace and space-based assets for this trial-regardless of how the rest of this shakes out, the Cylons are coming, and you will need every pilot and every fighter you can field when they come.  We have fought you, and we have fought the Cylons, you will need every pilot."

"Clan Wolf also bids away our aviation and space assets." Vladimir Ward announced.

"Clan Jade Falcon bids those assets away as well." Marthe Pryde stated.

"Obviously.  Clan Ghost Bear bids away all fleet and air units, in addition to aerospace."

It set the trend, all five of the current invading Clans, as well as Goliath Scorpion, the others could not retain honor by retaining Aerospace.  Lynn McKenna of the Snow Ravens, cemented this, the clan most famed for their Aerospace prowess, bidding away that prowess.

From that point, the bidding turned to ground units.

Ferry watched as Marthe Pryde and Vladimir Ward conspired on something.  there was a handshake.

"Clan Jade Falcon will step aside from this trial." she announced.  "We know which side of the line we stand on,My Clan will accept the outcome of this trial, we do not need to waste resources propping up a failed policy, and I will not be outdone by some freebirth civilian in the battle to insure humanity's survival."

"Will your bloodnamed warriors really support this?"  Khan Absalom Truscott scoffed.

"They will." she said, "Because my warriors are not fools.  chasing the Wolverines is a waste of resources, fighting them even more so, we have a true enemy to fight and the stakes are the survival of all of mankind, not just one clan, or one bloodline.  They fight the enemy of all humanity, there is a line, as Duchess Ngo said, on one side, are the people fighting to save the human race, on the other, is everyone else.  With Falcon Sight, I see the truth in the Facts, with a warrior's courage, I accept the facts as they are and adapt my strategies accordingly to bend the universe to my will, and my will is that humanity, as a species, is far more important than any feuds or disagreements in our past, no one will care about any of our deeds, if no-one survives to remember them.  In a century, if anyone remembers the Clans, they will remember that Clan Jade Falcon did not shirk or hide from what must be done.  Have your trial, we do not have a duty to participate.  There is an enemy that seeks mankind's extinction, we will use our forces to fight that foe."

she stepped out of the section delineated for the Clans, and walked over to sit at the table with Victor Ian Steiner-Davion.  AFter a moment, Khan Vladimir Ward did the same, after bowing out of the Trial on the same terms.

Lynn McKenna turned to speak in hushed tones with her SaKhan, six months away by jumpship and attending by remote.

the two seemed to come to an agreement, and she joined the Falcon and Wolf Khans. 

"Novacat concurs with the Falcon and Wolf Khans. we step aside from this trial of refusal, and vow to accept the outcome if it even occurs."

"I so want to look at their archive..." Khan Elam said, "Goliath Scorpion agrees, we will stand on the side of mankind against the machines."

"I guess that leaves me.  Clan Ghost Bear, bids one warrior, unaugmented, to this trial. to be held here. now."  Aletha Kabrinski said, "Under the terms already discussed."

she stepped around her table, looking at the Wolverines, "Let us get this over with and done, for honor's sake."

Commodore Ferry frowned, and stood.  "I accept."  he said, and stepped into the ring conveniently created by the tables.

she didn't back up, "hit me." she said.

He did so.

she sprawled on the floor, and got back up, "Hit me."

she did it again, adding a slap to his face, "I said hit me! Like you mean it!!"

she got up again, her jaw visibly dislocated, bruising swelling her eye, "hi' muh, un'il iss nglean, n'il 'ere ewen."

He hit her again, an uppercut, and then another blow, laying her on the floor, out.  "Medic."

as she awakened, she fought the medic off and rose on her own feet, then turned, and sat at Victor's table, where a Corpsman from the Coast Guard got to work on her face, undislocating her jaw enough to speak.

"Triah' ish...ov'r. verdick..."

"This Trial is completed, the verdict of Annihilation is vacated, quiaff?" Marthe announced, and Kabrinski nodded.

"Thank you all for your time, those Clans who wish to join the battle to secure humanity's future, should begin preparations, including the reactivation of Fleet assets and the assembly of forces to strike back at the killer machines-those who feel their Honor lies in maintaining or pursuing old business or current rivalries over the business of humanity's survival, stay out of the way or be crushed." Marthe stated.  "Prince Victor, it is time to inform the Star League that the Clans want a seat at the table this time."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 25 January 2020, 20:33:47
it can't beat calling 'edge' on a coin flip, but it works.
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Post by: Daryk on 25 January 2020, 20:47:15
Not violent enough for the current group... Kabrinksi did it right for the circumstances, and can claim to have paid back Alshain.
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 25 January 2020, 21:11:48
  I’m sorry, pop-culture has ruined me: every time I see a character say “Hit me!” I flash-back to the dojo scene in The Matrix.
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Post by: JA Baker on 25 January 2020, 21:15:20
I guess she... took one for the team  8)
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Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 21:16:37
Does anyone see what Marthe's game is now??

consider the following:

What is leadership?

What is the purpose of the position of IlKhan?

What does it mean to be a Crusader (not an idiot, not someone looking for a cheap land-grab.  the PHILOSOPHICAL purpose of the Great Crusade and Operation:Revival)?

THIS is why Marthe Pryde didn't need Liz Ngo to lose in order to win.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 25 January 2020, 21:23:47
Does anyone see what Marthe's game is now??

consider the following:

What is leadership?

What is the purpose of the position of IlKhan?

What does it mean to be a Crusader (not an idiot, not someone looking for a cheap land-grab.  the PHILOSOPHICAL purpose of the Great Crusade and Operation:Revival)?

THIS is why Marthe Pryde didn't need Liz Ngo to lose in order to win.
By being the first Khan to cross the floor, she's taken the moral high-ground, and positioned herself, and her Clan, to be the representative between the Clans and the new Star League.

She's defacto IlKhan, without a single shot being fired.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 25 January 2020, 21:26:43
I suspect Phelan will give her a run for her money...
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Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 21:35:35
Spider Moon Archive...

I walk through corridors cut into the rock and sealed with transparent spray-seal.  in every direction but down, there are names carved into the stone of this place.  Most are asian, some more, are written in Hebrew script, a few here and there are english, german, or some combination of languages.  all are accompanied by dates. 

Kowloon's memory, it is like walking through the mind of a people.  I stop at a gallery, filled with momentoes of the past, pictures of men and women dead for centuries, a flag marked and scarred of a nation that only lasted a few years, between 2770 and 2789.  There is the regimental crest of the 90th Heavy Assault, an SLDF unit, and a cluster of pictures of men and women from that unit, next to Kowloonese on Elbar, and Terra.

the regimental colors of the 171st Kowloon Volunteers stands beside it, their battle-streamers marking a path that wrapped around the Terran Hegemony.

Holos of Running Deer Mountain, and the reprisal for that atrocity.

a three meter length of Elbar Bluewood, sharpened at one end, stained by what it had been driven into with brown streaks.  a gruesome reminder that these people have a harsh sense of justice.

The Crest of the Coast Guard's 1st Squadron.

My feet carry me deeper, the names on the walls grow older, the dates earlier.

Holographs of life under Rim Worlds occupation, of death camps and work camps, massacres and battles, a memory of struggle against enslavement and slaughter.

Here, I reach the door to the archive itself.  Commodore Li is waiting for me.

"This way, General Elam." she says.  Here, I am 'General' Elam, because...because it is who they are, and how they see the world. We are, after all, the descendents of the Star League Defense Force.

and this people have a long memory, with a harsh sense of justice.

we don protective gear to enter the document room. 

and I finally have it in my hands.  The Elbar declaration.  Aleksandr Kerensky himself, his signature, his words, his command.

When I was younger, I would have tried to take it with me, I would have fought for it, stolen it.

I lay the precious document in its case, close the ferroglas, and watch as it is once again nitrogen-purged before sliding it back into the rack.

Our shared history, our shared heritage, our shared memory, preserved within the memory of a people who upheld that heritage even as The Great Father's son soiled it with our eager help.

Here, it will never be soiled, among this people, it will be upheld forever, of this, I am certain.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 25 January 2020, 21:36:10
I suspect Phelan will give her a run for her money...
He's got his hands full putting Clan Wolf back together
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Post by: Trace Coburn on 25 January 2020, 21:40:49
I suspect Phelan will give her a run for her money...
  But Marthe has actively demonstrated leadership on this issue, and made the first moves towards a united front.  The other Clans have followed her example in rallying to the banner.  If Phelan tries to challenge that, he’s going to have to show up to the conference himself (as history is made by them what turn up) and overcome that advantage, in which case he’ll be fighting uphill against a perceived incumbent.  (And note that Vlad quietly discussed the matter with her, then let her do this.  Wanna bet it was because he figured ‘better a Trueborn Crusader Falcon IlKhan than a freebirth Warden Spheroid Wolf’?)
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Post by: Daryk on 25 January 2020, 21:43:24
But when he finishes, I think he'll be in a stronger position.  I also suspect Vlad wouldn't have made that deal without Phelan's knowledge.  It looks to me like reuniting the Wolves was the first actual act of reconciliation with the IS...
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Post by: Derain Von Harken on 25 January 2020, 21:46:31
Does anyone see what Marthe's game is now??

consider the following:

What is leadership?

What is the purpose of the position of IlKhan?

What does it mean to be a Crusader (not an idiot, not someone looking for a cheap land-grab.  the PHILOSOPHICAL purpose of the Great Crusade and Operation:Revival)?

THIS is why Marthe Pryde didn't need Liz Ngo to lose in order to win.

Elizabeth: Arghhh she out maneuvered me again! Grrrr.

And thus began a jade falcon tradition known as poking the trachezoi. Or trolling. To defeat the foe in a trial of words and wit reducing them to incoherent frustration.

This post is in honor of Nicholas Malthus. The greatest jade falcon troll ever.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 25 January 2020, 23:47:06
But when he finishes, I think he'll be in a stronger position.  I also suspect Vlad wouldn't have made that deal without Phelan's knowledge.  It looks to me like reuniting the Wolves was the first actual act of reconciliation with the IS...

not necessarily.  See, Phelan/Vlad uniting Wolf is one Clan.  Marthe got two Crusaders and two Warden clans to follow her lead in doing something that before the conference was literally unthinkable among the Clans as a whole, even the Liberal ones, even the Liberal Wardens, while retaining control of one of the most conservative Crusader Clans.

She overturned something Nicholas meant to stand forever, without imploding Clan society (much), and then had the class not to ask for the ilKhan Job herself.

The impression I got of Marthe Pryde from the books, is she's smarter than Elias Crichell-she's got the "Clan Honor" bug, but she's intelligent.  so, for that matter, is Vladimir Ward (and yeah, Phelan too).  Where she differs from those two, is a grasp of strategic vision.  Let's be honest here, Vlad's vision extends to Clan Wolf's interests, and Phelan doesn't look much further out than he does.

a bit further, but not appreciably much further, he's a good Khan, or SaKhan, but Marthe's taken the "With Falcon Eyes" thing very seriously.

Vlad reconciled with the Warden wolves in a shotgun marriage of necessity: his Crusaders just got their collective asses handed to them AFTER subdividing, he's the junior partner mainly because Phelan's remnant was more numerous and in better shape and hadn't just had their central base overrun by killer robots.

Marthe's base was overrun too, but she managed to pull a strategic move by getting the rest of her Touman in motion while being invaded, and got rescued by her own Clan's reinforcements, then held on to command and kicked the Steel vipers out of her house, negotiated a cease-fire with the AFFC (No small feat) without also negotiating a surrender to them, or their affiliated forces.

These things translate into a position of strength, moreso because she cut a series of deals by trading off homeworld holdings and concentrating her Clan into their occupation zone (taking advantage of that cease-fire, but also cashing in for political capital in the Grand Council.)

The sum result being the ability to get away with calling the Annihilation into question as a matter the Grand Council must address, while at the same time NOT calling for the destruction of the Wolves for failure (MORE capital, also a greater show of strength-'we don't need to absorb them'.)

Luck is the confluence of preparation plus opportunity.  Her 'embassy' on Kowloon got her the opportunities to set up a public forum she could lead and control among the other Clans (Exploiting, among other things, their envy), as well as having the only recognized embassy in the Inner Sphere, giving her an effective position of...strength.

Preparation plus opportunity-unlike Phelan, she is a Trueborn, unlike Phelan, her link into the power-structure of the Inner Sphere is not by blood relation, but earned and won (appealing to Clan sensibilities).

her deft manipulation of Elizabeth, (a problematic spheroid with a well known hatred for the Clans as a whole and an army and navy far out of scale to what would be considered by the Clans or House Lords appropriate) further solidifies this image of strength.  Placing one of her men at Elizabeth's ear in a public manner just hardens this image among the more intelligent and politically savvy Khans-building her reputation further.

Finally, the grand gesture of sitting with Victor, and reinforcing Liz's line about 'which side of the line you are on'.  On this side: Fight for the survival of the Human Race.  On that other side? everyone else, implying everything the Clans as a whole disdain.  (Weakness, Cowardice, dependency).

Vlad followed her to that side, because it strengthen's Wolf's position-they're in the Inner Sphere, and if he sits with Victor, then he's less likely to need to defend his back from an attack by the Inner Sphere, and doesn't have to defend against Falcon incursions or challenges, that's two borders effectively secured by plopping his ass in a seat, but it also (again) makes Marthe look like the stronger.

Kabrinski had to do what she did, by insisting on the fight, for Honor's sake.  Taking the beating and then joining Marthe, Vlad, Victor and presumably the guys who are fighting the killer robots was an act aimed at survival for her Clan, but it also made 'that side' the stronger side, as Ghost Bear took the least damage from the attacks of anyone, and was/is the strongest in sheer physical force of the invading Clans, with potentially the second if not first least disrupted occupation zone (fewest uprisings, best integration.)

Gaining the Snow Ravens was a trick, but thanks to Clan Wolverine and the Bismarck record, Marthe pulled it off. (helps they had long-running good relations and such), and Nelson Elam could see the tide, wanted access to the archives, and is a Warden presented with the external threat Wardens claim to want to defend against.

There's a huge amount of political capital in play here, and Marthe Pryde's positioned herself as the Banker, without so much as suggesting a candidacy for the IlKhanship.


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 01:24:36
Giap Island Coast Guard Preparatory Academy, Kowloon, July 1, 3058...

Class 1/3062 passed in review.  "Pretty small class sizes, Liz." Victor commented.

"I'm working on it." Elizabeth Ngo told him, "this is Ground School, most of those Cadets grew up in microgravity environments."

"And for the Cadets who grew up on planets?" he asked.

"Boojum." she answered.  "The Boojum campus for cadets from planets.  Coast Guard has to fill a lot of roles.  The two groups will integrate during the underwater and hostile environments phases.  It's the kind of academy I only wish I could've attended."

"even before you were diagnosed, you made a habit of being thrown out of boarding schools." Victor noted, "I'm really kind of sure you wouldn't have gotten into this kind of school."

"Too true." she nodded, "So...mister First Lord in waiting, when are you going to pop the question with Omi?"

"We're arguing about the date." he told her, "her family, my family..." Victor shook his head.  "Katherine was livid when I told her."

"Eh.  She'll get over it." Liz said, "You offered her New Avalon, right?"

he laughed, "She turned me down, told me she wants TEN Avalons, new ones, and she wants to plan the bridal shower."

"Family.  Henry's already threatened to make Nathan's Bachelor Party...memorable." Liz sighed, "very, very, memorable."

"How is he?"

"Settling in to his new job." Elizabeth sighed, "I still don't get these Clanners.  Henry gets to use his real last name again, 'new bloodhouse' or some nonsense, like happened with your cousin Phelan, only with even more weird ass ritual."

"You're still angry about his returning to the Clans." Victor said.

"Yep. still mad at my big brother." she said, "I love him, but he pisses me off."

"You used to insist you had no time for love." Victor noted.

"Things change." Liz explained, watching the Cadets go through silent drill on the practice field, "For example, I grew up some, Nathan almost ran away from home to be with me, so when I recognized I needed him, I compromised."

"You decked Marthe Pryde in front of the Grand Council after suggesting anyone who didn't sign up was a coward."

"That was compromise." Liz said.

"Ohhh...like how you named the knife 'Forgiveness'." he grinned.

"yeah.  Redhead down there, she look familiar..?"

Victor raised his field glasses.  "Nameplate says Minh...nope?"

"Cadet Squad Leader Nicole Minh. Proof I would've gotten into this place if it existed when I was fourteen."

"How's that?"

"Convicted of hijacking and stealing a Star Lord, possession of contraband, and murdering a gangster." Liz stated blandly, "Sentenced to 'a strict military environment such as a residential school', under a sentencing guideline I wrote."

"She...stole a jump-ship at fourteen?"

"Two. she stole two jumpships-the one she used to get to Galatea, which she then lost by being naive about hiring mercenaries, and the one she tried to steal from me. Fantastic, isn't it?" Liz's smile was almost cheerleader-like.  "That's why I remember her face.  I signed the order putting her here."

"so..." Victor put it together, "Ah, a rockjack."

"Sol-Belter. look down the stands, see the couple under the awning?"

"Yeah."

"It cost me six million C-bills to find them. Their kid ran away from home, in the Sol-Belt, they were Frantic.  It took Chief Sithers weeks to get their names. a check on the missing children's lists after spending six million on private investigators, and I get to pop a surprise on a preacher's kid who stole the family car...I've already made it clear she's staying until her sentence is up."

"How did that go?"

"Oh, like a fart in church." Liz said, "but I showed her pop the rap-sheet, and they're checking out the courses of study, the campus, and the environment.  I expect I'll have their consent before the end of the week, and their daughter will have their support."

"You sound confident."

"I am." Liz told him, "She's a natural. natural leader, expert navigator, able spacer. Li convinced me with her scores and psych profile, I want her on Cutters by '62 and maybe a Destroyer or Cruiser for her second tour.  Li thinks she's got what it takes to make Commodore or Admiral by age thirty.  Kind of kid Henry and Nathan call a 'Ristar'...and I found her in a courtroom, as the defendant."

Victor mused for a moment, then chuckled.  "I was going to ask where you found her, and if there were any laying around unattended, but you answered both questions."

"I might let you borrow her, when she's finished training." Liz told him, "When her sentence is up, and if circumstances permit. there's a war on."

"You mentioned that, any luck finding their base?"

Liz mused before answering.  "We've found several of their bases in the deep periphery.  I need more budget, more people, more officers and more ships, but we'll run them to ground and..." she sipped at her beer, "force peace. sooner or later we'll be able to force a peace."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 26 January 2020, 01:50:39
For Nathan, and probably Marthe?  The Cylon Empire's attack gives them the ultimate escape hatch.  As Nathan bragged, while the Clans gave the Sphere a threat sufficent to reform the Star League, filling the Crusader's mission, if not in the way most intended?

Well it had two major downsides.  One Nathan admitted, if the threat ended too soon, before they got past the 'teeth gritted teamwork' stage?  It would fly apart like the first one.  It also had a second downside, the Clans were by definition on the outside as the threat, and given time you'd just need the Second Star League's military to get into shouting distance tech wise to be able to roll over the Clans.  And they would, the Clan's position as the unifying threat meant their eventual course would have been a second Reunification War, with the Pentagon worlds as the target.

Here?  They Cylons gives everyone, Sphere and Clan, a target to mutually fire at.  It gives the Clans a way to join the SSL, as part of its stand against genocidal machine intelligences.  For Crusaders it gives them the Star League reborn and a seat at the table, if not leading it like most dreamed.  For Wardens it is the outside threat they were preaching about, no longer hypothetical.  And for Clans that step up a method of 'returning home with honor'.

Also, how much are the Wolverines going to shell out for Romo Lampkin's retainer for the lawsuit against the Coyotes for the first Omnimech design? >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 26 January 2020, 04:05:16
Also, how much are the Wolverines going to shell out for Romo Lampkin's retainer for the lawsuit against the Coyotes for the first Omnimech design? >:D
depends, what % will they insist on taking as royalties on the aggregate estimated value of every Omnimech ever produced?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 January 2020, 06:38:14
I agree Pryde's position is stronger within the clans, but Phelan has that blood tie to a house, and theoretically just brought the entire Wolf OZ back into the FedCom, so his position will be stronger with the (presumptive) First Lord.  It's a two sided equation, and again, his move happened first.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nerd on 26 January 2020, 12:28:32
So that's what the brass is doing in the review stand. ;) I was in the Recruit Band at Great Lakes, and performed at three pass in reviews.

Also, you've got the characters down as reasonable extrapolations from the official BT characters.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 January 2020, 13:23:17
*snip*
Also, you've got the characters down as reasonable extrapolations from the official BT characters.
That's one of the things I think Cannonshop does best, and with that said, I like his own characters even more.  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 14:58:22
Crossing


"...Now the Revenue man wanted grand-daddy bad,
headed up the holler with everything he had.
It's before my time, but I've been told;
you never come back from Copperhead Road.

-Steve Earle, "Copperhead Road"


Arluna, October, 3062...

The hill country above grantsville on Arluna should have been rich.  The rocky soil is fertile, the climate isn't harsh, but just enough, four seasons fill the year with the kind of summers that writers in the classical period fantasized, the winters had just enough snow to make a really good snowman, the hills are forested with deciduous trees that are just the right shade of blue-green mixed with evergreen conifers.

Idyllic, almost.  every note hit just right for a temperate paradise of stunning mountains and clear, clean waters.  The economic upturn in the last ten years has not been kind to the people of this place, and they didn't have much to begin with.

There are always too many sides to count in every argument.  There is the planetary government, the old governor tried and executed for treason, was replaced by a new governor, fresh-faced and Earnest, who fell in love with the natural beauty of this land, so in love, in fact, that he closed the mills, and the mines and the smelters in the hope that by encouraging tourism and recreational development...

well, anyone who's tried to live off of tourism finds out pretty fast, it doesn't work.  There are only so many roadside stands selling 'handcrafts' you can use to pay your property taxes, and you can forget making enough to eat-you can't eat the scenery, but people will try.  The resorts started to complain about poaching of the unique wildlife, and 'eyesores' created by  the quaint locals architecture-a solar panel seen from someone's timeshare is like a blackfly on a wedding cake, after all, and the smell of early spring fertilizers (mostly reprocessed fecal sludge sterilized and mixed with increasingly rare powdered local stone) kind of ruins the ambience.

Governor Wilder, therefore, began signing bills and decrees, offering underfunded programs and promises, and raising the taxes on land owners selectively.

a lot of this worked, an increasing number of "High Country" people were giving up, and migrating to the cities, where new industries could give them work, and if they were trading a house and independence for a box-like apartment in a crowded sprawl, that's alright too...one might suppose.

the fact so many of them go from job-seeking to prison? a natural outcome of culture clashes between Rural and Urban mindsets.  It barely waggled the needle on the sociological charts nationally.

but it's like lighting a fuse to something  you can't see.  that fuse is connected to something, and if you can't see it, you don't know what it's going to do.

Garrett MacAulliffe served his nation honorably in the Clan Wars, and when he finished, he came home, married his high school sweetheart, and they had a little girl and two sons.  He came home with a prosthetic hand and a glass eye and a constant limp that ached when the weather was getting bad.  he took over the farm, in the high country, where his family had lived since the end of the Amaris regime, centuries on this land.

Stephen Doerntz is a land developer, here in the high country to create more recreational timeshare properties and a nature park, and the MacAulliffe land is right in the path between two parcels his company bought from the bank.  he's a rich man, powerful.  While Garrett was getting his body filled with shrapnel on the Clan front, Stephen was serving tea as an aide to a general on Buena, and carrying the man's briefcase.

Their argument is in the courts, and it's a three way fight, since Stephen has the approval of Governor Wilder for his plans, to the point that a writ of Imminent Domain has been levied.

Teh court case ended the morning of the 22nd, August, just before harvest time.  an Eviction notice has been served.

Garrett's planted a minefield on the road, and dug in.  He's had enough.

He's not the only one.  It isn't just the roads up here Troxter county.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 January 2020, 15:29:55
Governor Wilder is trying, but has missed the forest for the trees... I suspect he's going to be having a very hard conversation with his Markgrave...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 16:35:47
Continued...

The first encounter, saw the access roads up Littlecreek ridge closed, a cross-hatch of trees laid across the two lanes of blacktop at Kilometer 53, running all the way up to the crest of the ridge along Highway 22.  This stopped the progress of the Polizei convoy coming to supervise and implement the eviction, but there were no immediate casualties beyond limiting the access to a time share development on Cazaviez lake, which is, this time of year, mostly empty anyway.  Clearing two-meter-thick trees for nearly fifteen kilometers might be somewhat expensive, and the road surface would have to be re-done (at 250,000 Kroner per kilometer according to best estimates.)

but aside from that, nobody was hurt.  mostly.  The regional schools are, after all, closed for summer vacation in July, and if someone needs to call an ambulance out here, it's probably going to be an airlift if they have the desire to reach a state funded emergency room.  this is Rural territory, after all, and anything more than a quick clinic visit requires travelling to the district seat at Grantsville-there just aren't the kind of population up here able to support a full service hospital year round.

but it did impede progress, and the road was damaged.

No, the bigger problem, was this act of defiance of the rule of law.  The courts (with generous donations from the Doerntz group) had already spoken, and the locals had already exhausted their funds for legal representation, stalling an attempt to appeal above the Planetary government level by being unable to afford the influence to get the attention of a higher court.  This might not have done anything anyway, as cities like Ciudad Oxford, Ciudad Madrid, Ciudad San Pablo, and Ciudad Los Angeles were happily generating revenues and industrial products for export, filling the tax burden to the Lyran Commonwealth and satisfying outstanding loans at low interest meant to reverse decades of planetary near-poverty under the mismanagement of the old Ducal family, whose positions had been eliminated right along with the old Duke of Arluna, using the expedient of a bullet on widecast television.

This defiance of the rule of law, and the destruction of old growth timber in a wildlife sanctuary, compounded to convince the current governor to declare a state of emergency, and thus, to mobilize the planetary militia's battlemech forces-notably, the nearest of which are stationed in Ciudad Memphis, on the western coast, some 250 kilometers away to the southwest.

thus, in late July, a company of battlemechs, equipped with hand actuators and 'less lethal' munitions in their weapons, began to clear the roadway obstruction.

thus, discovering that some of the trees dropped in an interlocking hedgerow across the highway, were also rigged with booby-traps.  Naturally, infantry were sent ahead to clear the mines, because any time someone has used enough explosives to make lifting a multi-ton tree off of a road difficult, it's fair to assume a lot of explosive is being used, and it might be a good idea to disarm it.

On July 9, 3062, Private first class Juan Denny, of Ciudad Memphis, after nine hours of work disarming improvised explosive devices on the highway, saw movement in the trees.  Fearing what, we're not sure of, but whatever spooked this young man, he fired into the trees at a moving target, convinced that a second wave of detonations was going to drop the forest giants back across the road, his buddies, and himself just as they had finished clearing the first kilometer.

it turned out, the 'sabotuer' he fired at, was an eleven year old boy, and this was caught on camera by local media.

Private Denny was a good shot, but you don't really need to be a good shot, with a needler.  You do need a strong stomach and a certain lack of...humanity to see what it does, but you don't need to be an exceptionally good shot.

(Private Denny would, shortly after, be found in a latrine, having decided that living with the murder of a child was not for him, even accidentally as it was ruled.)

after this incident, and teh state of emergency muzzling the press, things got significantly less cordial, with infantrymen from Company A, 11th Battalion of the Arluna Militia, taking fire from the woods every time they moved to clear the roads.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 17:03:11
August 5, 3062...

additional uprisings began immediately, but august 5th is the important date, because on August 5th, someone finally noticed what Governor Wilder had been desperately trying to keep quiet.

He had good reason.  The Margrave of the Kowloon March Theater is the sort of boss that middle level managers have nightmares about-she's the manager of the sort that when a customer says 'let me talk to your manager' they are making a genuine threat.

I mean, my god, she kills people.

the arrival of Coast Guard Cutter 12/2/1, KCGS Trau Cuk Ky under the command of one Lt. Commander Linda Sithers, bearing an Auditor team from the March Authority, meant he had to do something right, and quick.

Ewan Wilder is a graduate of the finest military academy in the Inner Sphere, this is, in fact, something he will gladly point out, referencing his certificate of graduation from The Nagelring, and while his tour of duty was in a relatively peacetime role, in a relatively peaceful area of the Commonwealth, he did score well on his tactical exams as a student, and his OER's always had phrases such as "Meets Expectations" and "adequate performance in the role" (the lack of momentoes from his first command is, of course, regrettable, but his collection of photos with famous figures throughout the Commonwealth makes up for it, a bit.)

With back-water regions of the planet going up in arms, (though not as violently as the hill country around Grantsville), and protests met by counter-protests on the Capitol steps, he made a decision.

"it must be an organized thing, kill the leader, you kill the uprising."  This is a standard thing, right out of the Lohengrin playbook for dealing with insurgencies, and he was sure this insurgency was being led, or fronted, by Garrett MacAulliffe.

He sent an assault force using a 'mech drop from a leopard.  Four battlemechs, right on the MacAulliffe farm, with orders to apprehend the rebel and his followers.

armed with live ammunition.

To say 'mistakes were made' is a  bit like saying 'water is wet', 'stars emit light', or 'the margrave is going to be angry.'
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 26 January 2020, 17:17:01
Am I the only one that winced at "meets expectations" and "adequate performance in the role"?  I'm pretty sure that is military for "won't trip off over his feet, but for god's sake keep him away from anything important related to a combat zone"?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cawest on 26 January 2020, 17:21:14
right along with.... don't make me angry… you will not like me angry... then she turns green and triples in size
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 January 2020, 17:37:24
Wilder has no idea how screwed he is.  He's just not smart enough to know it.  My money is on Sithers all the way...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 17:57:24
MacAulliffe Farm, Arluna, 03:30 local time.

"I've got contacts in the air, Sir!!"  'Mechwarrior  Vries was an urbanmech pilot.  Their whole Lance were old models shifted directly from the main Arluna Militia to a secondary reserve role, intended to be something of a delay unit in the event of an invasion, with limited training, piloted by old men and pre-Academy students.

Vries was seventeen, next year, if he can pass the exams, he'll be going to Coventry Military Academy like his Dad, and his Grandfather did, and prior service in the Militia Reserve was supposed to help him prepare for that.

Lighting up a farmhouse and looking for (and failing to find) a nest of insurgents was not in his long term plans.

Coswold, his lance partner (also in an urbanmech) had refused the order to open fire, and right now, Vries envied her almost as much as Leutnant Schroeder appeared to scorn her.

Lt. Schroeder was busy using his firestarter's on board flamers to burn the barn and outbuildings, looking for the explosives lab he was absolutely certain of, while Sergeant Smythe,  a veteran of the Glengarry suppression, kept the only survivor they had been able to spot in place with threatening gestures and the occasional warning shots from the machineguns on his stinger.

and now, something roughly fifty tons had appeared out of nowhere above them, coming down with spotlights.  "Stand down, you are bound by law!!!"

Image magnification and vision filters told him what the lack of IFF didn't-this was a Coast Guard 'Raptor', a unit marked with the killer whale roundel and the white hull/red stripe that was kind of synonymous with forces directly belonging, in his limited understanding, to the Margrave of the Theater, Duchess Elizabeth Ngo, who also held Liege status over the Governor who sent them here to do this...horrid thing.

Vries powered his urbanmech down immediately, while getting an earful from the Leutnant and the Sargeant about how the Coasties have no jurisdiction here, and he should be opening fire on them.

The Sargeant actually tried this.  the nose gun on the raptor buzz-sawed through the cockpit of the Stinger like a hot chainsaw through slightly warmed butter.

a second line of tracers linked the descending craft to the Leutnant's firestarter, cutting it off (Literally) at the knees.

Vries did what he thought was right.  He climbed up through the roof hatch of his Urbie, hands in the air, and waited for the Coasties to exit the shuttle.

clang-clang-clang, and a metallic voice informed him, "Hands behind your neck, you are bound by law. anything you say will be used in court. do you understand?"

Vries put his hands behind his neck, and that forced his eyes on the scene on the ground.

The girl was kneeling where she'd been kneeling, but with light instead of thermals, he could see what she was kneeling over.  it made him sick.

Cold metal hands applied cuffs and lowered him to the ground on a cargo-line, to where human and machine Coasties were securing the scene...and the suspects.  all three surviving suspects. Himself, his lance-partner, and the Leutnant.

The girl was crying, over...well...most of a body.

I did that.  Vries vomited again.  my god I did that.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 January 2020, 18:01:47
Well, not Coventry for him... if he's lucky, he'll be enlisted in the Coast Guard...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 18:44:34
Subject: Vries, Hans Geraldo
Born: Immaculata hospital, Ciudad Memphis, Arluna, September 1, 3045
Birth Order: Third
Parents: Heinrich Pablo Vries, Imelda Keplar Vries
Criminal record prior to arrest: Negative.
Occupation: Student/Planetary Reserve Militia 'Mechwarrior candidate
Place of occupation: Presley Concepcion High School/Memphis Reserve Armory
Charges: obeying an unlawful order, mayhem, Manslaughter (2nd Degree)
Plea: Guilty.

Arresting officer's notes: 'Mechwarrior Vries complied with instructions immediately and has been cooperative with interrogation personnel at every step, including providing unsolicited testimony regarding misconduct by Lt. Schroeder and Sgt. Smythe.  Psychological index and reactions positive indicators toward contrition for the actions of his unit between 23:45 hours local time 05/August/3062 and 03:30 hours 06/August/3062.  There are strong indicators of trauma induced depression, and under narco interrogation Corpsman Willett identified possible suicidal ideation and severe depression.  Subject Vries has been placed on suspension from the Militia Reserve and has been remanded to a psychiatric facility under Suicide Watch.  he has agreed to testify against his superior officers in this incident with no prompting nor offers of clemency.

Vries is a minor, under Sentencing Guideline 34, issued by Her Grace, it is the determination of this officer that Vries be inducted immediately into the Giap island/Boojum residential academy until graduation, and then be sentenced to no less than 10 years service in the Coast Guard.

Signed:
Lt. Commander Sithers, Linda,
Kowloon Coast Guard Space Branch.


Countersigned:

So ordered by my hand this 12th day of August, 3062,

Elizabeth Ngo,
Margrave, Kowloon Theater.


"You're getting a second chance, boy." his father said, hugging him, "You're a good boy, you'll be a good man.  eventually, you'll learn to forgive yourself as god has forgiven you."


Subject: MacAulliffe, Debra Lee
Born: September 21, 3050, Bensinger Clinic, Arluna
Parents: Garrett James MacAulliffe (Deceased), Susan Wylie (deceased)
Siblings: Robert Joseph MacAulliffe (deceased), John Robert MacAulliffe (Deceased)
Living Relatives: no living relatives.
Guardian Ad Lidem: Assigned Guardianship temporarily to commanding officer, KCGS Trau Cuk Ky pending Probate hearing set for 11 October, 3062.

Notes: Trauma therapy is being conducted by Corpsman 1st Class Eva Ransom.  Request detail of no less than 3 Judge Advocate officers be transferred to this command to handle inheritance, debt, and probate issues regarding the involvment of state actors in the death of Garrett J. MacAulliffe, Susan Wylie MacAulliffe, Robert Joseph MacAulliffe, and John Robert MacAulliffe.  The objective of this action would be to correct an injustice once blame has been assigned correctly, secure some financial future for Miss MacAulliffe, and resolve the matter on Arluna in a satisfactory fashion.

Civilians have been killed by agents of the State acting on what appear to be legal orders issued improperly from the governor's office.  Full audits show no evidence of graft or bribery, suggesting this is an ideological, as opposed to financial, case.  Audit team is currently pursuing the possibility that judicial manipulations may have been involved on behalf of a third party not known to the governor, however...four people are dead, two parents and two young children, the survivor is severely traumatized, and someone needs to pay.

Request further orders,

Lt. Commander Sithers, Linda
Commanding officer, KCGS
Trau Cuk Ky

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 26 January 2020, 19:09:32
so Liz hasn't found out that it was over a landgrab attempt by a real estate developer yet? much less about how the developer manipulated the legal system to achieve it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nroe03742 on 26 January 2020, 19:11:03
so Liz hasn't found out that it was over a landgrab attempt by a real estate developer yet? much less about how the developer manipulated the legal system to achieve it.

you can bet that when she does she is going to blow her top and order some kind of reform to prevent this kind of thing from happening to someone else
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 January 2020, 19:30:04
I'm sure the auditors will dig it all up.  If Wilder knows what's good for him, he'll be properly horrified to learn the truth and offer his resignation before he's fired...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Dave Talley on 26 January 2020, 19:58:47
I'm sure the auditors will dig it all up.  If Wilder knows what's good for him, he'll be properly horrified to learn the truth and offer his resignation before he's fired...

or before she fires him, 9mm style
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 20:03:19
Elizabeth House, Kowloon, 8 August, 3062...

Her Grace was coldly furious as she finished reading the correspondence.  "That idiot."  she was angry enough that her coffee sat untouched beside her at the breakfast table.

"Huhm?" Nathan came stumbling out of the bedroom,  "What?"

"Here, drink up." Elizabeth said, gesturing to his cup and the unattended carafe on the table.  "I may be busy for the next few days."

he blinked sleep away, "Liz, you're busy all the time."

"Extra busy.  One of my governors has overstepped and people are dead."

"Liz, I don't want to be the pill that tells you to pass it off on someone else, but you're scheduled for a three month trip as part of your larger duties." He told her, "I don't know if Prince Victor will understand, but I assure you, New Circe won't-you've got medical prep for your TDS prescriptions scheduled for today, along with Journey prep...and didn't you once say you wanted things to be able to run without you?"

"yes...gawd dammit." she muttered. "This is a mess, dammit."

"Let me see?"

she put the messages on the living room entertainment center's big screen, and transferred mouse function to his side of the table.

He was swearing by the third page.

"Here is what happens if he contests removal from office." Liz explained, "It goes to a Commonwealth court.  Nothing here, that was done, is outright illegal, the commonwealth supreme court upheld Sovereign Immunity in a similar case last year down on Kaumberg."

"So what are you holding the Leutnant and Sargeant for?" he asked.

"Violations of AFFC regulations." she said, "It's flimsy, but our officer on site has a  couple of minority interpretations she's using to justify holding them, one of which is involving minors in live combat actions-the two urbanmech pilots are...were still in High School."

"Only one of which has been referred to Giap Island."

"the other one refused the order to fire on the farm." Liz said, "I'm having her transferred to CMA directly using my authority as a Theater Margrave, I get to sponsor to the provincial academy and the kid had sense enough not to follow that order, as far as I'm concerned, landing a clumsybot like an urbie from a dropship in the middle of the night, and then still having enough brains not to shoot farmers pre-emptively gives her all the qualities I want in an officer candidate in the regulars."

"Spending one of your waivers?  aff, this is pissing you off...but those are solved problems. You're angry about the unsolved ones."

"Yes." Liz said, "this whole situation was escalation after escalation, I think Sithers is on to something or she wouldn't be asking for three JAGs or keeping the victim aboard ship."

"Possible threats to the child?"

Liz nodded, "That's the playbook i approved-if the victim is under credible threat, secure their safety, same for witnesses, the girl is both, they're just not detailing what that credible threat is, which suggests either my Coast Guards don't know and only suspect, or they're concerned about a mole or leak."

"What does your logic tell you?"

"Mole in the judicial  or law enforcement authorities planetside." Liz stated.

"Well...who do you want on it?" he asked.

Liz frowned.  "I need to make a visible statement." she said, "underline that this whole mess is unacceptable...I need underliners."

she tabbed the intercom to the boys.  "Jack, Nick, Do we have any Centurions in the Coast Guard JAG office?"

"good morning Duchess.  Nick's...online with his girlfriend, but yeah, there's a Second New Series named himself 'Perry Mason' in 10th Fleet, he's got his Law School done and just passed a Bar exam, and there's a Third Series K who goes by 'Denny Crane' in the JAG office at Spider Moon.  Is this about the rat ****** on Arluna, two dead kids with dead parents and one traumatized girl? if it is, I gotta let you know, Petty Officer Jason Voorhies has taken a liking to her and is playing bodyguard.  having that axe-crazy ****** watching a kid is a little disturbing."

"You've talked to him?" she asked.

"Yeah, he asked about tips for handling traumatized human kids.  apparently he thinks we did a great job with you."

"You did, Jack.  I'm going to detail Perry and Denny to the Arluna investigation after I check with Li, let Jason know if you want...and while I'm offworld, maybe you and Nick should take some of that accumulated vacation time and go have fun."

"Don't worry about us, just watch your back, you have Cylon friends and the Colonials hate that, we won't be there to guard your back on New Circe."

"I'll be careful, and I'll have Nathan, and twelve marines with me, plus whatever the Wolverines think is a good executive VIP detail, so don't worry, alright? take your time off, have some fun."

"of that, you can be sure, Nick and I have plans."

the connection clicked.

"Um, 'Jason Voorhies'?"  Nathan asked.

"Twentieth Century classic literature, an unkillable mass killer on a vengeance kick." Liz said, "No, I don't know why he picked that one."

"is it really a good idea to send a pair of Centurions as part of the Judge Advocate detail?" Nathan asked.

"yeah. it makes a statement...and unlike us normal people, they can be their own court reporters.  and I'm going to ask Li to send the hardest hard-ass we've got with the JAG office to make sure this kid gets as much as they can get her out of this-an example must be set and adhered to."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 January 2020, 20:09:18
It looks like he was just stupid, not actually malevolent.  That will count for something.  Nothing that will save his job, but something...

And Cannonshop posted while I was typing the above... I think it still holds...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 26 January 2020, 20:26:09
stupid will still get you in the posterior (or the neck, if Liz is involved) if it comes out you were lax on anti-corruption efforts. especially if, as i suspect, he was getting 'gifts' from the various corporations involved in the corruption, and didn't do due diligence to ensure the judicial system was clean.

even if he wasn't involved in the scheme to rig the courts himself, corporations like that have a vested interest in making friends in high places, and the governor is about as high as you get once the noble is gone. so if he had connections to them (and he will), and it comes out he didn't push hard enough to keep the system clear of corruption, he's still going to look guilty as hell.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 January 2020, 20:34:37
Right... certainly firing offenses, just not summary execution ones.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Smegish on 26 January 2020, 20:42:18
So he'll be fired, but not wrapped in tinfoil and loaded in a gauss rifle first :P
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 26 January 2020, 20:56:19
possibly.. but consider he also escalated the stand off through military intervention without apparently trying negotiation first, then ordered an assassination op with orders for collateral damage when sending some infantry to guard the corporate workers didn't work.

even if he doesn't have business ties to the corporate groups involved (and i suspect he does), he basically ordered a warcrime. you could make an arguement it was a special op if they'd used infantry in a commando raid, but they sent 4 battlemechs on their own to basically rampage around, kill the family and destroy a home. disproportionate force used against a civilian populace.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 26 January 2020, 20:58:53
Under the assumption that it was a full on rebellion... again, stupid.  War crime?  Maybe, but I think Liz pointed out the regular Lyran courts wouldn't see it that way.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 26 January 2020, 21:16:18
So he'll be fired, but not wrapped in tinfoil and loaded in a gauss rifle first :P
Unfortunately, someone ran the maths on that: it only works if your name is Vlad Ward.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 21:49:07
Ciudad Oxford, Arluna...

"I have to insist, Commander, the girl is an Arlunan citizen."  Governor Ewan Wilder insisted.

"I have a Ducal order to the effect that she is currently the responsibility of the Coast Guard, mister Governor.  I report to Her Grace the Margrave, not you." Linda Sithers wore 'Working Dress' uniform, not quite the full dress blues, but not a field uniform either.  "Isn't that correct, Ensign Minh?"

"Yes'm, we have orders."

"If you wish to countermand the orders, you will have to take them up with my chain of command at, or above the level at which the order has been issued."  Sithers continued,  "I am given to understand the Duchess will be returning in six months, but if you would like to discuss with her superior, the name in the directory is Victor Ian Steiner Davion."

"Excuse me? Your orders came from Elizabeth Ngo herself?"

"Aye sir." Sithers said, and produced the offprint.  "Signed by her personally after receipt of my report on your civil disturbance here.  I have orders to maintain protective custody of one Debra Lee MacAulliffe until properly relieved.  My interpretation of that order, is that Debra Lee MacAulliffe is not secured anywhere on this planet after someone thought it was a good idea to shoot up a civilian farm using taxpayer property.  In our hands the girl is secured and protected.  as an orphaned minor, her status as ward of the State is a simple matter, in terms of chain of custody, the Ducal stands above the Gubernatorial levels, and she is under Ducal State Protection as a witness in an ongoing investigation."

"Is that why you are here?" He asked.

"Actually, we were just doing taxi service initially, the auditors were being delivered to go over your books and verify progress on the March reforms, however, our tasking was expanded upon learning there was an uprising in progress.  The MacAulliffe farm is less than twenty kilometers from a navigable body of water, and within Coast Guard jurisdiction."

"A..a what??"

"Navigable body of water.  Jennison pond." she said.

"that's...that's practically a bathtub!"

"I can land a helicopter on floats on it, therefore, it is a navigable body of water, we also observed the lift of a Leopard class dropship from Ciudad Memphis on a governmentally cleared flight path, observed the deployment of four battlemechs, and ground fire before intervening to defuse the situation.  at no time did any onboard sensors detect return fire, and it was only after watching a firestarter pilot go axe-crazy that I acted on my own authority to step in-you can't prosecute dead defendants and you can't get reliable testimony from burn wards.  Both suspects dead, along with civilian casualties and confirmed lack of return fire demonstrates proof of either malice or incompetence.  The presence of minors on a combat mission in peacetime indicates administrative malfeasance, shall I go on?"

Ensign Minh lifted her briefcase, and snapped it open.  "This visit is a courtesy visit, Governor, to inform you that your Administration, and this entire situation, is now under investigation by the Theater and March authorities, you are advised to cooperate with investigators to your fullest ability.  Failure to do so may result in charges of obstruction of justice and conspiracy to capital murder."  she laid the first document on his desk. "That is the first item. Item two, is that the March Authority, under the Equal Protections under the Law clause, is paying for legal representation for one Debra Lee MacAulliffe, this is an order suspending all commerce related to the estate of the MacAulliffe family until a March Court Magistrate can rule on the Probate and arrange for the settlement of all outstanding legitimate and legal debts owed to, or owed by, the deceased."  she laid it on his desk, "This is a Ducal order to freeze the assets in question, it vacates the Imminent Domain ruling you issued in May of this year pending a court review of the assets involved, as well as a Ducal review of the Imminent Domain case to verify legitimate public use under the Commonwealth Charter, as well as an order to an Audit to determine if said public use is or was unduly influenced by or to the benefit of, the issuing authority of the ruling of Imminent Domain under the Anticorruption policy instituted here in the Kowloon Theater March."

"one more, ma'am." Ensign Minh said.

"Oh, yeah...and this is a court ordered review of your finances and dealings, Governor Wilder.  This order gives our investigators lawful access to your accounts, which as of ten minutes ago, were legally frozen until the audit is done.  I am also under orders to place you on House Arrest until such time as this audit is completed, at which time, the arriving Judge Advocate officers will determine if criminal prosecution is warranted."

Sithers laid the last order on the desk, then leaned forward on it, hands firmly on the surface, eye to eye with the Governor.  "Let me be exceptionally clear for you sir, the Duchess herself has chosen to notice you, and not in a way that results in photographic opportunities and investment advice.  Your ass is in a sling, sir, and your cooperation may be the difference between you walking out that door a free man, and walking out to the gallows.  Do you savvy my transmission, Heinie?"

"Yes." he said, struggling to retain some dignity.  "House arrest?"

"your phones will be tapped, you will be confined to quarters, access to external communication will be by my permission, if you try to escape, I will not hesitate to have you shot." she told him.  "In official corruption cases, it is common for a suspect to try to run, or hide information, conceal compatriots, or warn fellow suspects. you will not do this, attempting to do so is a very, very bad idea.  Servants and employees coming and going will be searched and questioned. you are in a fishbowl, Governor, your yard is your yard, and going outside means going under guard.  This is for your protection as well as the requirements of the case-in the event you turn state's evidence, your continued physical existence could rely on our efforts at your security."


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 26 January 2020, 22:16:04
  Ah, yes, the Nagelring!  The finest idiot-factory in the Inner Sphere, producing the finest in Olympic-class idiots, and in job lots, to boot.  :facepalm:  Honestly, Vic desperately needs to run the Kowloonese Inquisition through that place as well, and considering it’s his alma mater, the order will mean a shit-load more coming off of his desk.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 26 January 2020, 22:22:21
Having Elizabeth Ngo audit the curriculum  and evaluate the staff of Nagelring would probably set the Estates General in an uproar to protect their incompetent relatives/friends.  Although that would be an awesome side story!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 23:13:30
MacAulliffe Farm...

Dull, tan armored Centurions and camouflage wearing Coast Guard Marines had the entire site under quarantine.   "Well?"  L.Cpl. Pol Nguyen looked up, squinted and recognized Chief Voorhies, the Cylon stood with visible impatience in his posture.

"Well, these manjacks are in pretty sad shape." Pol said, "he was expecting to need them, maybe expected to use them, but my uncle Dean could tell you, these things aren't ready to be used, the gun portions need work on the breeches, the wiring's a mess of corrosion and storage grease, the power supply he's got hooked up is expired, and the wrong wattage.  Short form, someone sold this guy couple crates of fecal matter and called it chocolate."

"What else?"

"His claymores are practice units, the explosive filler looks like homebrew nitromethane based improvised HE, the kind you use  for blowing stumps, not trucks."  Pol was a farm-boy from Canyon Country on Kowloon, and this was his first off-world deployment after suffering through two years transition training from Blue Water demo-diver to Blackwater service as a surface marine.  "The circuit's not the best I've seen, it's the kind of shit work you see with AFFC pongoes who took the basic course by correspondence.  this guy expected to be attacked, and he was sure as shit intent on stopping them...but I was laying better fields than this when I was in grade four down in the Folly."

"So intent is present?"

"Sure.  but this work suggests he's not the blaster who closed the road. if he was, this stuff would be...better laid. I mean, it's competent by most regular military standards, but the guy who blocked the highway? that dude was an artist."

"So...more than one suspect, which supports the Governor's theory."  the Centurion mused aloud.

"Sure, this used to be mining country not six years ago, and MacAulliffe was popular with his neighbours." Pol noted, "The lookee-loos outside the wire are testimony to that.  one of them probably closed the highway in solidarity..." Pol shrugged, "It's what my dad would do, in a similar situation...where's the kid?"

"Sleeping on the ship.  Corpsman's got her on a sedative drip." Voorhies answered, "this messed the kid up pretty bad, you know?"

"I heard, believe me." Pol said, "Kids shouldn't scream like that when they're sleeping.  What's word on the stupid ****** who opened fire?"

"the officer is in custody awaiting a Tribunal, the pilot is on suicide watch.  Not much older than the girl, and his deposition and cockpit records match-he thought he was here to engage terrorists."

"Stupid ******." Pol shook his head.  "Whoever put a kid that young in a 'mech with live rounds oughta be shot."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 26 January 2020, 23:46:08
And probably will be :)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 26 January 2020, 23:58:07
Zughoffer Weir, Kowloon system, 12 August, 3062...

"Permission to come aboard sir?" Liz asked, and Commodore Ferry answered, "Permission Granted, Duchess, Welcome aboard." 

She clambered out of Raptor Eleven, and dropped feet down to the deck with practiced expertise.  "Thank you for having me aboard your fine vessel, Commodore, I've never seen one this big that wasn't being worked on at a yard before.  Strange how much nicer everything looks."

"Didn't your people capture the Belleau Wood?"

"They also trashed an awful lot of it, we had to do considerable work to get her going enough to hand over to the AFFC, and I..." she shrugged a bit, "Was kinda busy at the time, so I never got the chance to look her over in person.  Biggest ship I've had the chance to walk on is a block two Sampan Cutter...I swear I think the Tranh Truk Ngo is about the size of your hangar bay."

he laughed, "Well, I guess I better give you the tour so you don't get lost."
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Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 26 January 2020, 23:58:50
And probably will be :)

Only of the Coasties are feeling merciful.  I mean the teen Urbie pilots are in the clear, one figured out as soon as they landed this wasn't what the brief said and absent a clear and present threat refused orders to fire.  The second figured it out when no one shot back, and definitely when the Coasties showed up.

The officer and NCO?  Well they are ****** from multiple directions.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 27 January 2020, 00:49:33
Continued

after a quick tour that included CIC, Elizabeth spoke up.  "Commodore, could I possibly convince you to do a quick stop-over in the Arluna system before you engage your 'long jump' drive?"

"Um...I don't see why not...how long?"

"Long enough to check a matter that came up..."

"Liz." Nathan, who had been quiet (and quietly being unobtrusive during the tour) said cautiously, "Is this really a good idea?"

"I trust my people, but..."

"Well, what's the situation?" Commodore Ferry asked.

"Possible corruption case, four dead, one child orphaned and traumatized, if this trip hadn't been planned so thoroughly I would have asked for extra time to oversee things...and...She's twelve, Commodore.  someone I'm in nominal charge of sent four battlemechs into a manageable situation and four people are dead and it's..it's bothering me."

"I think we can accomodate that, XO, are we loaded with stores and supplies?"

"Yes sir, even the Tyllium's been replenished."

"Have nav set a standard jump for Arluna, we'll do the long jump from that system instead."

"Aye sir."

Ferry noticed Liz taking Roshak's hand as the jump countdown started.

"TDS?" he asked.

"Severe, I'm trying a new medication for the aftermath effects." Liz told him, "we're...hoping it works."

"Aftermaths? you're scaling over seventy on the Kriggs scale then?" Ferry asked.

"Eighty one my last trip out, I spent most of the time between New Avalon and home in sick bay." she confirmed, "they had to put me in a medically induced coma for part of the journey."

"We can run the Arluna run on the Tyllium drive if you'd prefer?"

"there's a fuel dock in the Arluna system, and one of OUR refiners operates in the outer belts there." Liz told him, "And I always have the company card."

Ferry turned to the jump officers, "Make it so."

"Aye sir."

"sweet jesus, eighty one? how did Victor talk you into this trip in the first place? does he know?"

"I talked him into it." Elizabeth asserted, "We're allies now, but I've never seen your homeworld and you're too smart to tell anyone where it is.  I want to meet your civilian leadership, and see what we have, that you need, and what kind of trade can be assembled-sooner or later we'll defeat the Cylons, and trade is more stabilizing than anything else, and maybe I can learn things about our past that have been lost in the chaos...and I kind of wonder what sort of things we can do for the Colonials."

"we could have brought them..."

"It wouldn't be the same. Laura Roslin is a head of state, I'm just a...not a head of state." Liz said, "it's most appropriate for me to visit her, than for her to be forced to endure the discomforts to visit me." she waved, "As nice as your vessel is, Commodore, it makes more sense for me to go to Roslin and Vaun, than to drag them out to Kowloon."

"You sound like you practiced that."

"Victor had the same reservations." Liz told him, "he even made the same suggestions.  The fact is, if anyone is inconvenienced by having to travel far, far from home, that person should be the one whose responsibilities don't include their entire nation."

"You stood in front of the Clans and took responsibility for all of our nations."

"And I'm paying for it." Liz admitted, "It's a price that someone had to pay, and it's a job someone will have to do when I'm gone, but believe me when I tell you, Protector Vaun, Laura Roslin, Marthe Pryde, Victor Steiner-Davion, and whoever they decide is going to sit in the hot-seat after Theodore's term is up, all out rank me on the scale of protocol, I'm just a Duchess or a girl selling toolboxes."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 27 January 2020, 01:21:52
So in the new Star League, what are the rules on who sits on the throne as the 1st Lord of the Star League?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: ckosacranoid on 27 January 2020, 01:54:19
So when does the word of toasters join in the fight ageist the chrome nations from the deep black. Want to see what the master has to say about the clans joking the star league and everyone else reaction to Vic and one getting hitched.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 January 2020, 02:19:59
Arluna System Fuel Dock...

The arrival of a Tyllium Drive warship wasn't news as it might have been in the past.  as one of the few sites on this side of the Inner Sphere with the rare and valuable fuel, and with the Kiribati installation on Kowloon, the repair yards and so on, as well as the spreading and growing utilization of Raptors and jump capable fighter designs in the Star League Navy and various 'coast guard' forces, the Trung/Silvermann refineries are one of the nicer amenities a given star system can host-and a major income source for many worlds whose other economic engines had been stalled.  The Trung/Silvermann energy corporation was even licensing out the refining technology to 'Franchise holders' in the Federated Suns, and had negotiated partnerships with Falcon Industrials (GMBH), Wolfcorp, and the merchant castes of three other Clans in the homeworlds.

all to fuel the forces hunting Cylons.

at least, officially. Unofficially, Liz owned 30% of the company along with 22% of Ia Drang Aerospace, the primary contractor for "Kobolian Jump Drives" in the Federated Commonwealth and sole source supplier of Raptors to the Draconis Combine through Wakizashi Aerospace. 

Liz also funded and fronted New Circe's export efforts, mainly as a competition driver and source of hard, liquid cash for New Circe, but the fuel market in the Inner Sphere was sixty percent owned by Kowloon's Rockjacks.  The remaining thirty percent were paying a modest royalty that only covered the initial process tooling-any innovations were not, under contract, owned by either Ngo Industries or their subsidiaries-thus creating a market that pushed innovation and encouraged competition to service the customers.

What her legal department was brutal about, was collecting negotiated fees for patented processes for equipment purchased, rather than developed, and assuring that license fees already negotiated were paid in full, and on time.

the Arluna dock contained a minor shipyard, and a full charging station for standard jumpships, including a safety inspection crew with maintenance personnel.  This was simply good business-standard jumpships of a certain...age need and often go without standard annual and periodic maintenance. The Coast Guard docks offer the inspections for free, and generous terms (at times exceedingly generous) on doing the necessary safety checks and welfare maintenance for small operators, thus keeping them in business and reducing both piracy, and accidental losses, which in turn, reduced insurance premiums on routes that included these 'Service Stations'.

making them somewhat in demand as a booster to local economies.

"So who came up with these?" Commodore Ferry asked.

Liz looked thoughtfully out the viewport at the docking station, with its traffic.  "I don't remember." she finally said, "I think Li did, but it might have been Pham.  we were kicking around ways to get commerce into systems that were falling off the end of bankrupt and cut back on illegal activities.  we discussed a couple of merchies that were overdue at the time...oh, I remember, it was Pham. He started really going to town about the terrible shape the smaller outfits were in due to a lack of regular maintenance, the cost of parts, and the high insurance premiums. It all kind of flowed out from there. We added the Tyllium fueling docks after we started selling Raptors to the AFFC and needed to expand refining."

"We? officially you aren't holding controlling interests.."

"I own the debt." Liz said, "Ninety percent of the franchises don't have the liquid cash, so I loan it to them at half a percent interest compounded every five years.  I write the losses off on taxes, and pour the profit into my other projects." she turned to the Commodore, "I'm building infrastructure here, I make a small profit, and most of that goes back into it.  I employ an army of accountants to keep track of my accountants, but the university is funded, and eventually the loans will pay off, meanwhile we get a little better defense against Entropy.  mankind gets a little bit further out of this dark age we're in."

the hull vibrated as the fuel dock connected.

"seems kind of long ranged, Duchess." He said, "You can't expect to see it pay off in a human lifetime."

"I don't expect to live to see it pay off at all." Liz said, "but maybe your grandchildren might, or your great-great-great grandchildren, after we've re-learned everything we lost, and renamed the things we've forgotten."

she checked her watch, "Duty calls."

He joined her, at the Raptor, and they flew across to the Cutter currently 'on duty' in the Arluna system.

"Trau Cuk Ky, the commander of the Sarah Jennings?"

"same guy." Liz asserted, "It was going to be the Nueva Pueblo, like most of the Block 4 Mark Three Sampan class, but then, one of my men decided to put himself, his ship, and his crew between Entropy and a bunch of jumpships, saved them from God's greedy wrath."

The trip over was relatively quick.  Ferry noted that the cutter's design was similar to, but completely different from, the Nueva Pueblo that fell through time into New Circe's grasp with 25 Coast Guardsmen who'd just vanished from a nightmare world.

the shuttle bay was clean, swept, and organized, the crew were alive, nobody embedded in a bulkhead, dying horribly, none of the structure was warped or burned.  this is what it looked like before...

The presence of Gravity plating showed some of the technical changes.  The tan-armored Centurions working with the deck crew were another.

the outer doors closed and the volume pressurized.

"I always love the looks I get..." Liz told him, as she unsealed the hatch.

"ATTENTION ON DECK!!" a Spaceman First shouted, her helmet faceplate JUST unsealed after the lock lights turned green.

"As you were." Liz announced, "Where's the Skipper?"

"Here mum." and Ferry felt his heart stop.

Linda Sithers.  Seether...only thirty years younger and without the Flu scarring.

"Lieutenant Commander Sithers! I adore your reports, very concise, very clear."

"Thank you mum...they didn't' warn us until an hour ago you were coming."

"I like to keep it a surprise." Liz said, "This is Commodore Ferry, SLDF New Circe.  Commodore, this is Linda Sithers, one of my best people.  Where's your aide, Sithers?"

"She's with the Vic, mum, down in sickbay."

"I know my way, carry on with your duties."

Part of Ferry's mind marveled that 'The Seether' had ever been that young, that fresh-faced...or that polite.

"I'll accompany you if that's alright, Mum." Sithers suggested.

"Of course, I may  be the owner but she's your boat.  Have the JAG officers been by yet?"

"Yes mum, Mister Crane was...theatrical, and Mister Mason was very serious, they were with Captain Truong, from the Spider Moon JAG."

"Excellent!" Liz was clearly pleased.  "Did the orders and writs I drafted help in managing that Tharkad-miseducated fool Wilder?"

"Yes'm. Security detachment reports no problems."

"I've half a mind to scare the dogsnot out of him, but two Centurion lawyers plus one of my corporate sharks should do the job nicely..."

If seeing 'young' Linda Sithers was a shock, the Ensign in sick bay, holding a bible and a young girl's hands, was a heart-stopper.

The last time he'd seen her, she was..older, and had died bringing the Testbed One back. it was the funeral.  Nicole Minh looked up, and almost bounced off the ceiling with the speed she reached a position of attention.  "At ease, Ensign. I see I must have disturbed you." Liz said, nodding to the bible.

"Ma'am, I was..."

"You were, I take it this is Miss MacAulliffe?"

the girl looked up, and her eyes went wide.  "The inquisitor!"

"Only the Press calls me that." Liz told her, "How are you feeling, are you being treated well? is the food okay?  Listen, you can call me 'Elizabeth'.  I'm going to make sure justice is done for you. Pinky-swear it, I will get the bastards that made this happen to you so they can't ever do that to someone else, or someone else's family, ever again."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 January 2020, 02:44:59
So in the new Star League, what are the rules on who sits on the throne as the 1st Lord of the Star League?

Five year term, requires a majority vote, no consecutive terms.  Theodore reaches the end of his term, he has to wait at least five years to stand for the position again, and that's only for another five years.  This method eliminates the succession problem, since there's no "Royal family" for an ambitious Amaris wannabee to assassinate.  One of the structural duties of the SLDF under this 'second charter' is to remove any First Lord who tries to exceed his term limit or claim consecutive terms.  Basically if, say, they put Thomas Marik in for five years, and he tries to hang on to the office past that point, his SLDF bodyguard is obligated to put a bullet in his head.

and everyone who sits the throne has to forego their own, household guards and rely on SLDF protection exclusively for the duration of their term as First Lord.  the SLDF protective detail is drawn from every member state's elite special operations units and functions like the Ebon Keshik does for the Clans-they foreswear all allegiances to their home nations and swear total allegiance to the Star League as a whole.

Regular SLDF units don't have to do this, but the protective detail does.  The trade of course, is that they are effectively paid a lot of money per annum and can choose any world they wish to retire to once they've finished their term as First Lord's Bodyguard.  (this is, again, to prevent an Amaris Coup scenario, kind of important considering who's on the Council...)


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 January 2020, 04:13:18
Continued.

"but you have to do something for me." Liz said, "So I can do my job.  I need you to tell someone everything you saw and everything you heard for the last couple of weeks, and it's going to be hard, trust me, it's hard to do, the way it feels to talk about it when it happens to you, but you need to be strong so we can get the people that made this happen."

There was nothing 'cute' in Elizabeth's tone, none of the kissing-babies charm or cajoling.  Something in the way Liz was meeting the girl's eyes, as if she were...looking for something.

"ah'k'n do thet." the girl slurred her words with an accent so thick it took him a minute to understand.

"Good.  You're going to be taking on some responsibility, Debra.  Something I know you're not prepared for, and I'm sorry it has to be this way, but sometimes the person for the job isn't the one who's prepared, it isn't the one who's ready, it isn't the one who's got the best words, it's the one who steps up and does it."

"Step up'r step ahsahd?"

"Exactly.  Do you have someone assigned to help you yet?"

"um, Ah'm spendin' tahm wi' mistah voor-heez, an' Ens'n Meenh, mos'ly."

"Sithers, I know it's a pain, assign Chief Voorhies directly to Miss MacAulliffe's security detail, and assign a second Centurion for his alternate, let the boys know there's a promotion and a pay raise."

"Carers, like your bodyguards?"

"yes. she's going to need them, at least until Maggie arrives to pick her up."

"Maggie?"

"I'm fostering this young Noble to the care of Duchess Margaret Doons of Donegal." Liz said, "I filled out the paperwork on the way here, Maggie's been informed, now you are, Miss MacAulliffe is the new Duchess of Arluna, and Victor is going to give me hell for it, but he also gave me the authority to do it."

she turned back to Debra, "That also means you're going to find out what it's like to be fostered to Maggie Doons. I would pity you, Debra, but I don't have time."

Liz nodded to Commodore Ferry, "I'll answer questions on the way out."

They walked back to the boat deck before he asked.

"Why this kid?"

"I saw something in her school records.  Highly intelligent, prone to fights." Liz said, "suspended last year after she got into it with a couple of known bullies on school property, and she's been tested-that little hillbilly has a higher general-tasks IQ than I do...and she's got steel in her, waiting to come out, and a healthy motivation to do the right thing since she's experienced what it's like when someone in power doesn't.  I want her, Victor gave me the authority, drip-drap-drop, she's going to learn to be a Noble from the best teacher I know, and maybe she'll be able to prevent another one of these from happening."
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Post by: Daryk on 27 January 2020, 05:02:02
It'll be VERY interesting to see Liz meet the other Seether...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 27 January 2020, 05:14:20
If the Wolverines/Colonials are smart, they won't let Liz meet any of the time-jumping Coasties.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 27 January 2020, 05:15:50
Liz has already met Nikki...
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Post by: RobTClift on 27 January 2020, 06:12:30
<If the Wolverines/Colonials are smart, they won't let Liz meet any of the time-jumping Coasties.>

To late, she has met Nikki in energy form, while in that induced coma.

I'm willing to bet she noticed Ferry's reaction to meeting the younger Nikki and the Captain of that boat, she's going to ask Questions.

The time jumping Coasties will want to report in anyway and I doubt the Wolverines/Colonials are going to stop them.  They won't be breaking their hosts spec-op or cover as Liz will be there on the planet. 

I really want to see her reaction upon learning that the SLiE has a Casper (Nike).  Also there are two of her extended family members on the Planet, although the Captain might be dead unless they acquired the "Treatment" "Cousin Liz" underwent.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 27 January 2020, 19:04:49
[out of story]
SHIT!!

I knew when I wrote the last few segments, I was forgetting something.

the Kids.  What the hell is going on with the kids?[/out of story]


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Post by: Daryk on 27 January 2020, 19:07:19
Hopefully that won't unduly delay more of your extremely entertaining writing...  ^-^
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Post by: croaker on 27 January 2020, 19:08:49
[out of story]
SHIT!!

I knew when I wrote the last few segments, I was forgetting something.

the Kids.  What the hell is going on with the kids?[/out of story]

On the subject, what's Giao Pham and her crew up to? As I recall she was a close relative of Lizzie....
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 January 2020, 20:28:37
SLS Zughoffer Weir, Arluna System...

To suggest that Elizabeth Ngo might not be a good parent, is to suggest that Richard Cameron, the First Lord assassinated by Amaris, might not have been a particularly good ruler.  It's obvious, and a lot of people (even today) will fight you over it.

Warships aren't normally a good place for small children, even when pulling VIP transport duty.  This problem is made worse, when the small child in question is exceptionally curious and intelligent, and being supervised by fairly regular adults.

in this case, the security staff of the SLS Zughoffer Weir are experiencing something of a security flap, as a five year old has somehow managed to get into the maintenance conduits between decks normally sealed off at action stations.

To Amanda, this is great fun.  So much to see and places to go.  For the shipboard security officers, and the Coast Guard Marines from the ducal family's protective detail, this is a nightmare made manifest, filled with terrifying thoughts of finding the little brat tumbling outside, frozen and dead because she was in the wrong place when a vent hatch opened.

and there are a number of such wrong places on a ship meant to remain shirtsleeves comfortable in the insulating vacuum of deep space, oh yes.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 27 January 2020, 20:31:28
So, did Nathan cop to his paternity yet?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 27 January 2020, 20:37:26
That's a good question...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 27 January 2020, 20:52:51
So, did Nathan copy to his paternity yet?

Yes.  Once Liz 'took' him from Marthe, there was a whole public to-do about the wedding.  The duties of the Ducal Consort didn't change that much, except that he 'did the right thing' and married her in a semiprivate, secular ceremony shortly before their first child was 'born'.  (Liz had to endure hormonal treatments in order to breast feed the infant, since she didn't go through the full suite of changes from pregnancy.)

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 27 January 2020, 20:55:12
And THAT is a good answer!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 27 January 2020, 21:03:54
Of course, I'm now wondering if Amanda behaves any better for her cylon minders...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 January 2020, 10:57:28
Former main cargo area, currently the Drive Room of the Zughoffer Weir...

Big and interesting.  I can hide in there!

"Amanda Penelope Ngo, you come down here right now!"

She looks like Auntie Sharon, well, like an Auntie Sharon, She's not wearing a Coastie uniform or a suit, or a p-suit. She's right down there on the floor, looking straight at me.  I know she's not a Sharon I've met before.   I don't really know how anyone gets them confused, mom does, like she mistakes Rutger for Nick sometimes.

I better do what she says, when Nick uses that tone it means mom's gonna  be mad.

means I've been bad.

"...found her in the jump drive chamber, yes, she's safe...Have her up there in a few minutes sir..."

There's a spot where I feel super-light, it's like falling up.  I twirl and giggle, feeling for where it ends.

"One..." she's counting down. I better stop. but this is fun!

"Two!..you better not make me reach three, young lady!" she says.

"nhưng điều này là thú vị!" I shout and giggle again, upside down and almost out of reach.

I should have thought more about that-the tumble takes me out of the bubble of free-fall into the artificial gravity field, and she snags me fast, swinging me rightside up and it's even more fun!  I squeal "Lại! Lại!"

"English!" she's got me eye-level.

"Again! Again! that was fun!!" I tell her, "I was falling up!!"

"Ευχαριστώ τους θεούς που η Ήρα δεν ήταν έτσι."  she says, and I wonder why she's thanking the gods Hera wasn't like this.

she puts my feet on the deck, and her grip on my wrist is firm.  Like when Uncle Jack caught me playing with the fursnake nest on Auntie Evelynn's property.  They weren't going to bite me, I tried to tell him they were just enjoying my warm lap.

was this dangerous?  "What's wrong?" I ask, "is it like the fursnake nest?"

she stops.  "Fursnake nest?" she looks down, and kneels down. "what's a fursnake?"

so I start talking about the limbless creatures that live in the high desert overlooking the edge of the canyons, how they sun themselves, and bask, and how I didn't know you weren't supposed to pick them up and they were cuddly and liked my warmth on a cold july day, "...an' Jimmy's daddy said they're...'vennimis' an' that they're 'two-steps-an'dead' which doesn't make any sense 'cuz they got no legs, and they made me go to the doctor for this stuff that hurt real bad called annie-vennin..."

"Where was your mother?"

"Working.  Jack was watching me." I tell her.

"and your father?"

"Working. Mom and poppa are always working. They don't have time to have any fun." I confide, "I got to spend the whole trip up to the ship on daddy's lap though! am I in trouble? Like when I tried to make a flying cape like Hauptmann Blitzen?"

"I don't know.  What happened then?" she asks me.

"Oh, I thought I figured out how Hauptmann Blitzen flies, so I found some red cloth and some rods in the garden, and I tied it good, and went to the roof of the house-" I stop, "I broke my leg. I was four, I think. it was a long time ago."  I lift my leg, "But I'm all better now!!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 January 2020, 11:32:33
Patient: Ngo, Amanda Penelope
Age: 5
Human Female

Blood type: O, tissue types are consistent with universal donor.  rejection spectrum solidly in the green.

catalogue:  healed concussion, old.  bite scar left arm, consistent with Pseudoserpentis elapsidae mammalia, traces of antivenin injections on shoulder and neck.  Healed break, right leg, pelvis, three ribs, right arm, bone scarring consistent with early childhood greenstick breaks caused by a long fall.  numerous minor scars to knees and hands. healed scarring on right shoulder consistent with boiling water or other liquid.  electrical burns on fingertips, healed, estimated six months ago.
Indications of numerous spider and insect bites, mostly around hands and lower legs.

Socialization: Patient is open about numerous activities undertaken to entertain herself, these often connect to the scarring and healed injuries.  seems blase' about pain or discomfort.  asked many questions about instruments and equipment in sick-bay.  Visibly more interested the more dangerous or forbidden an item appears to be but highly inquisitive mind, seems to seek constant stimulus, easily bored or distracted.  aggression and dominance factors are relatively high, but surpassed by active curiosity.  Memory testing and aptitude batteries show high potential intelligence.

Demonstrated understanding of Caprican Greek, German, English, and Vietamese, tends to revert to Viet or H'mong dialects in conversation while expecting others to show the same facility.

The kid is bored, lacks peer-level stimulus and shows indicators of a lack of habitual parental guidance and oversight. 

If she were one of ours, I'd be calling Social Services on her parents for neglect.  This child shows little to no understanding of 'dangerous' and a defiant/oppositional disorder when presented with anything 'forbidden'...



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 28 January 2020, 11:37:53
I wonder how long it will take until somebody tries to forbid her from doing the really safe stuff in order to keep her away from the dangerous stuff.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 28 January 2020, 11:45:19
Unfortunately that'd be a deception that'd work once at best.

What'd work a bit better is if she were paired with a tutor that understands her particular proclivities and can guide them without making anything off limits.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 January 2020, 11:50:49
Hours later...

Elizabeth finished reading the doctor's report and comments. 

"Well? should we be calling CPS in?"  Commodore Ferry asked.

"This basically says she's normal." Liz said.

"Normal?"

"when I was five I did a lot of the same things, I snuck into the back of granddad's truck when they were going out after a Broward Beast." she shrugged, "one of the few outings with Dad, before he and grandfather had their falling out, Patrick was livid, I'd messed with his rifle scope...I was five." she shrugged, "Amanda's a handfull, sure, and-"

"A 'handfull'?" Ferry wasn't convinced. he was visibly not convinced.  "Duchess Ngo, your daughter gave her guards the slip and played 'hide and seek' for three hours while we were on this stopover, she got into the drive room and climbed onto an actuator that would have ripped her to shreds if it was active!"

"but it didn't." she said.

"But...it didn't. yeah." he sighed, "I have children, Duchess. and grandchildren...you're not giving your child the attention she needs at this age."

"That's why we brought her along." Liz answered.  "I...I've never done this before! I'm trying not to be like-"

"like who?" He asked.

"don't let it out of this room, Commodore." she said, and looked into her glass.  "I don't want to end up like mom."

That registered.  elizabeth ngo's public file even mentioned it, the murder-suicide attempt.

"It wasn't the first time she hurt you, was it?" he asked.

she shook her head, and took another look around the room.  "no. it wasn't. I swore I would never be like that.  no electrical cords, or rubber hoses, no carefully making sure the clothes covered the bruises, no swearing secrecy or...I wouldn't be her.  I let Amanda...I let her learn for herself, instead of trying to beat it into her, okay? NEVER tell her her grandmother was an abusive bitch, she doesn't need to know because she'll never get that from me.  No kid of mine will ever live in fear of being caught."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 January 2020, 12:04:50
[out of story]

For those who don't know what a Broward Beast is, it's an apex-predator animal, makes an armorbear look like Teddy Ruxpin, its got an armored body and a triple redundant circulatory system, three sets of jaws, six legs, and a triple nervous system along the spine, which is buried in the body.  Killing one is...challenging.  It's amphibious in lifestyle, a swamp dweller and fills the same ecological niche as a saltwater crocodile.  Killing one usually involves killing it, then burning the corpse before teh dormant young hatch and eat their way out of the mother. (They're hermaphroditic).  Eradication has yet to be fully accomplished, the usual choice is to send out a hunting party when 'sign' is found, corner it away from the water (to reduce the chance of the young getting away), kill it with multiple armor-piercing rounds, then burn the thing to ashes.
It can accelerate on land from 0 to 50 KPH in about ten meters, and weighs roughly 2.5 tons at adulthood.

[/out of story]
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 28 January 2020, 12:15:18
[out of story]

For those who don't know what a Broward Beast is, it's an apex-predator animal, makes an armorbear look like Teddy Ruxpin, its got an armored body and a triple redundant circulatory system, three sets of jaws, six legs, and a triple nervous system along the spine, which is buried in the body.  Killing one is...challenging.  It's amphibious in lifestyle, a swamp dweller and fills the same ecological niche as a saltwater crocodile.  Killing one usually involves killing it, then burning the corpse before teh dormant young hatch and eat their way out of the mother.
[/out of story]

Sounds like you need a gun that will set the target on fire too.

*Looks at the Firedrake*

Right, that has shit for penetration.  I wonder if anyone got a Darwin award for trying.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 28 January 2020, 12:30:47
Sounds like you need a gun that will set the target on fire too.

The phrase you are looking for is: "Let´s take off and nuke the site from orbit. It´s the only way to be sure."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 28 January 2020, 13:42:06
The phrase you are looking for is: "Let´s take off and nuke the site from orbit. It´s the only way to be sure."

So the local Falcons suiting up in a Salamander suit to hunt one is considered a daring down bid?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 January 2020, 13:43:38
So the local Falcons suiting up in a Salamander suit to hunt one is considered a daring down bid?

I think the correct term is "relaxing vacation in the tropics".
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 28 January 2020, 14:13:25
Well, it would explain the origins and name of the Bearhunter autocannons...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 January 2020, 15:36:42
First Stopover after Arluna...

Nathan held the airsickness bag for her, and held her hair out of her face, while Elizabeth re-tasted the breakfast she'd had prior to departing from the Arluna fuel dock.

"I...hate...jump...ship...travel." she groaned again.  "Where's Amanda?"

"Master Chief Rosenberg's with her in the head." Nathan said apologetically, "she's not got it as bad as you do..."

"It didn't used to be this bad for me, either...not until puberty."  she managed to pull herself, somewhat, together, "oh gawd, I didn't-"

"No, not this time."

"Oh good...that would have been even more humiliating."

Amanda came out ahead of her Marine guard, and looked disgustingly chipper. 

"No pukes?" Liz asked.

"No ma'am, she was dizzy and nauseated, but it passed quickly enough." Rosenberg confirmed, "She wants to see where we are."

"No." Liz said, "you, Miss A-man-da, are grounded, you scared the snot out of our hosts and were very rude to go where you weren't supposed to!"

"But MOMMY..."

"No buts, you went into places that could crush you like an Ijero berry! you're stuck with me until I say otherwise. It isn't fair to distress or frighten your hosts! Think what Auntie Alicia would say!!"

"but..."

"ahh?? what was that?" Liz asked.

"Yes Mum."

"good girl, now fetch mommy's tablet, it's time for your lessons.  I've chosen a good book for you to read to me."

"A...book?"

"yes, remember, if you don't know what the word is, sound it out so I can tell you!"

Liz brought the tablet, "is it a good story?" she asked.

Liz nodded, "yes it is."

Amanda settled on the floor while Nathan dealt with the mess in the bag.

"What is the title, Amanda?"

"Planet of the dead?" Amanda asked, "mommm"

"Read the book." Liz instructed.

"But Auntie Evelynn let me watch the movie!"

"And the movie isn't as good a story, it makes the Dead into just stupid killing machines without any reasons. read the book to me, Amanda, and use your imagination!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 28 January 2020, 15:55:53
Overview in History

Patrick Linden's 25th century classic horror novel "Planet of the dead" has spawned 134 different adaptations, over 1000 negative critical reviews, 4 holoseries and the grindmetalcore album "Lucifer's Calculator" by the artist formerly known and Bill.  (Regal Records, New Avalon, 2503).

Most of the series, movies, and adaptations cut significant portions of the original book out, and substitute the enemy-du-jour for the titular conflict, while replacing the book's original hero (Spacer Third Class Tara Phipps of the fictional 'Galactic Patrol Cadet Corps') with a representative of: whichever government happens to be in power in the place where the adaptation, movie, or serialized holodrama is being made, a mercenary, an SLDF officer, or a scion of one of the various house Lords.  Virtually every Great House (and Clan Diamond Shark) have done an adaptation, or featured media blatantly stealing from the rough outline of the novel.

(Clan Spaniel's 134th season double-episode being perhaps one of the more sanitized versions.)

Not bad for a teen horror novel written by a man who would put out exactly zero saleable works besides the initial print run of 'Planet of the Dead'.

In the Annals of English Literature, the book is held up as exactly what you do not want to write, if you want your professors to like you.  This book made its author one of the wealthiest men on old Earth, and financed his descendants for somewhere close to the next two centuries of vigorous intellectual property lawsuits.

It remains as one of the longest and most enduring pieces of speculative fiction, but as mentioned before, most of the adaptations sanitize the original work, which surrounds the outbreak of a 'silicon virus' infecting a distant (Unnamed) colony world.  In the story, the heroine (Tara) finds herself trapped on a world overrun by 'zombies', zombies that are constantly trying to hurt or maim her, until she manages to escape them and make it back to her starship. Over the course of her harrowing experience, she loses her colleagues, friends, and immediate superiors as the 'zombie virus' overtakes them.

That's the version everyone sees on their home entertainment center, with the aforementioned changes.

In the actual book, things are somewhat different.  The 'victims' of the virus become conjoined in a mass consciousness, and are at first puzzled, then horrified at the actions of the protagonist and her crew-they attempt to communicate only to be constantly suppressed by the "EMP Guns" wielded by the 'heroes' and resort to attempting to infect the crew one at a time.

at the end, the mass-mind realizes their mistake-that their new shared consciousness was too alien, and opt for a different approach-subtly injecting Tara Phipps with a copy altered to work in harmony with her biology (Delivered in the final battle for the shuttle), and she goes into her cold-sleep capsule, only after that, learning the truth-that she had experienced first contact with alien intelligence, and had failed.

You can see why nobody wants to make a movie about that, now can't you?



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 28 January 2020, 17:01:12
*snip*
In the Annals of English Literature, the book is held up as exactly what you do not want to write, if you want your professors to like you.  This book made its author one of the wealthiest men on old Earth, and financed his descendants for somewhere close to the next two centuries of vigorous intellectual property lawsuits.
*snip*
This is the part that is going to make me giggle every time I read it...  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 28 January 2020, 17:02:52
So, when are the Colons putting out their own remake of “Planet of the Dead”? ;D

Though I’m also hearing the song “Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job” reading the background for it.  Particularly the final lines of the last verse, “I make more money that my big brother Bob.  He’s got a haircut, got a REAL JOB!”
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 28 January 2020, 18:33:50
How much of her father’s genetic augmentations, if any, did Amanda inherit?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 28 January 2020, 18:37:09
50%?  ??? ::)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 28 January 2020, 21:02:23
50%?  ??? ::)

Recall Elizabeth's genetics aren't exactly stock either.  Cholman's at least in earlier drafts was the result of attempts at some genetic mental improvements that had some very bad side effects.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 28 January 2020, 21:18:52
a better question is how much Cylon she is, since they used Cylon genetic sequences to fill some of the gaps caused by removing the bits that enable Cholman's.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 28 January 2020, 22:59:53
What's Nathan and Liz bloodtype? BSG stated that cylons were type O like Amanda...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 January 2020, 00:01:31
What's Nathan and Liz bloodtype? BSG stated that cylons were type O like Amanda...

Trueborns are pretty much ALL Type O, with 'green' rejection spectra.  They'd almost have to be, it's the sort of basic improvement the Eugenics programme wouldn't overlook.  "Universal Donor/recipient" would be one of the very FIRST things they'd re-code human beings for when developing warriors, because it simplifies medical treatment and lets the Clan make maximum use of every liter of blood, blood supplement, cloning tankage...

So it would be expected the child of a Trueborn pairing would be green, or at worst, yellow on the rejection spectrum.  This also serves a bit to conceal the Cylon genetics used to 'fill gaps' in Amanda's DNA where the damaged sequences  responsible for Cholmann's were removed pre-utero.



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 January 2020, 12:47:39
Stop 4, SLS Zughoffer Weir, Officer's mess...

Liz looked about ten pounds lighter, but she was stable enough to join the evening meal, and share a bottle.

In this case, a bottle brought from Kowloon.

"Ijero Wine, warmed." she said, "this being early spring back home."

"Um, what is the status between  you and Nathan?"

"Married." she said, "We kept the wedding small, which upset absolutely none of my in-laws, though Nathan did have to fight a couple of Trials after."

"Trials?"

"Possession for his bloodrights, one challenging for possession, one challenge to retain it when a Star Colonel from the rebuilt Falcon Guards visited Hue."

"Not the only two!" Nathan grinned.  Amanda was miraculously asleep on his shoulder.  "Seat taken?  I also had to defend against a trial of abjuration from the bloodhouse, seeing as i was seized from the clan entirely and shacked up with a spheroid woman.  The vote was nine-to-one in the Bloodhouse, and as the defender, I took it solo, which saved an enormous amount on resources."

he hefted their daughter into a chair converted from an acceleration couch that wasn't needed anymore, and buckled Amanda in, before sitting next to her. 

"I bet that went over like a lead balloon."

"Oh, there are still warriors in the Falcon Touman who swear they are going to kill me next time." he grinned brightly, "Though none of the ones defeated in my trial will try again.  there is something humiliating about being left alive by a man you are desperately trying to kill over a perceived insult."

"I told him he shouldn't leave live enemies behind, but does he listen? of course not."  Elizabeth's tone was a fairly good mockery of a stereotypical nagging wife.  "Instead, he invited them to the wedding."

"Lucky for both of us, only a couple of my old comrades showed up." Nathan noted.

"Nathan, how did you get our daughter to sleep?" Liz asked, shifting the subject.

"Well, today we learned to play Pyramid with some of the Colonial personnel in the fighter wing."  he explained.  "Or rather, she learned, and then had to teach me.  when I 'felt tired' she kept playing with them...thus, I got to watch my little girl try to out-play people who have been playing that game since they were her size, and being she has her mother's stubborn streak...she kept trying until she won."

"so she won?"

"no." Nathan said, "Their rest period ended.  We played Chess for a few hours afterward, and I ran her through katas and calisthenics."

"And then she was tired out?"

"no.  THEN I made her do homework, and it was the homework that tired her out." He said, "just in time, too.  I begin to empathize with my Falconer on Ironhold."





Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 29 January 2020, 12:57:17
This is what they mean when they say "May your children be just like you".
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 29 January 2020, 13:02:53
the mind of liz and the endurance of a trueborn. yeah, she'd be hard to keep up with.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 29 January 2020, 14:41:22
Arluna...

One thing to hate about Her Grace, she shows up, kicks the anthills, and leaves.

"Mister Doerntz, I wouldn't do that if I were you.  we can talk this out, you're just making it harder on yourself."  Exhibit One, Stephen Doerntz, up until this morning, wealthy and connected real-estate developer hailing from Tharkad.  Nagelring class of '31, ten year honorable mention, highest rank achieved Hauptmann in the Adutant's corps, out by '42 and into a job with Doerntz, Wentworth and Sykes of Coventry.

this is a man who's never fired a weapon in anger...and maybe that's why he's so ****** dangerous right now.

Nothing he did up to this moment was actually illegal.  Unethical maybe, underhanded, crooked as you can get, but nothing illegal until he pulled a weapon on my investigators and took the office hostage.

In the old days, we'd already have a bullet in his crown.  If I were Lohengrin, he'd be dead with half the room, and the casualties would be memorialized in the press as heroes.

It isn't the old days, and I'm not with Lohengrin.

"Get bACK!!" he shouts at me.  The Sternsacht nine is shaking.  shake like that, and we have a dead hostage.

I stop, bring up my hands, "Now let's think about this, Mister Doerntz, no reason for this getting worse, right?  Now you've got yourself a problem and it looks like there's no way out, am I close? only that's not the case.  what's got you so frightened my man?"

"I...I'm not afraid!!"

"Sure you are. You've seen the video.  She's not here.  It's you, and me, and...these folks? just us."

"you've got a hit-team moving around here, I know how this works!"

"Do you now?" I ask him, "You sure? because I ain't bluffing, Stephen.  Long as you don't fire that weapon into any of these good people here, you can still walk out of this, it'll be tougher, but you can still walk out in one bit, instead of many.  You might even skate on a light sentence, we can maybe make a deal. What's got you rattled, Steve? Let me help  you, and everyone here gets to go home tonight, with a story for their grandkids?"

it's taken me four hours of this to get into the room.  Voorhies has this guy on thermal, with a sniper rifle and he can make the through-shot, but a dead suspect is worse than a live witness.

"You won't believe me!!" he spits, the girl he's got arm on, she's maybe twenty and hasn't got training except as an intern.  she's terrified, and if he ends up brain-spunk all over her peach silk blouse, she's going to be a traumatized twenty-something.

"come on, now, Steve, You know us better than that-my job is to find the Truth here, it's a requirement that I keep an open mind, hear all sides, and right now, if you're telling me your story, nobody's getting shot.  not you, not me, not...Kari? yah, not Kari.  so let's get with the talking, hey?"

I knew something was fishy about this whole situation, he's not afraid of us, he's looking for an assassin somewhere nearby.

Motion detected, ninety seven meters northwest and up.  the overlay lenses show me what the recon team's picking up, High density EM signal, scattering indicates rudimentary stealthing.

"You talk, and you're safe." I tell him, "safe as houses, but you have got to let them go, Steve."

"I'll never be safe! not from them!!"

"I give you my word. Tell me what's after you, Stephen." I tell him, "And we'll get you out of this fix."

promise them salvation, promise anything to get the hostages free, do whatever it takes to prevent bloodshed.

Neutralized.

Okay, a little bloodshed, but I keep my witness alive...or at least, I keep him from dying immediately.  he's still rattled and frightened and armed, he's still got hostages.  this can still go bad.

"I want assurances!"

"okay..."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 29 January 2020, 15:50:27
Whoops. Loki out looking for a little something-something? Or ROM, maybe?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 January 2020, 17:12:39
My money's on Manei Domini ROM with that description, and even more on Liz's folks.  They've dealt with toasters before...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sharpnel on 29 January 2020, 17:52:25
Toasters are wobbies and the Centurions, too. It's not that easy when the derogatory term can be used for two distinct groups of 'people'.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 January 2020, 18:01:44
I think Centurions are harder to deal with than anything the WoB can put together, so I figured they were a "lesser included case"...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 29 January 2020, 21:02:19
i'm guessing that the Wobbies will end up with some other epithet than toaster or toaster worshipper.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 29 January 2020, 21:04:24
I bet they get lumped in with the cylons after the first atrocity...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 29 January 2020, 22:28:03
MD would probably be considered an enhanced skinjob
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 January 2020, 11:03:17
New Circe Shipyard, after 3 months in transit...

"It's nicer than Boojum." Liz commented, "Your ancestors grabbed the right equipment."

"The terminal  and assembly systems are.  We're still short a few key infrastructural items."  Commodore Ferry said, "We're well outfitted for retrofits and refits, we can do maintenance, but..."

"but you need fabrication capacity for when the spare parts run out." Liz said, "I can see that."  Duchess Ngo was standing, anchored to the outer hull in a work-suit.  "I think we can work on that, I brought some designs for fabrication equipment with me."

"We've got a lot of that."

she chuckled, "Then you're needing help prioritizing?  I see plenty of Olenstien structures, but your yard's missing some of the real basics-not the tools to make the gear, so much as the tools to make the tools to make the gear.  I run an infrastructure company, those look like Masterson presses out there."

"We salvaged those from the Cyrannus system."

"Yeah, figured that.  I'm taking notes on what we can offer, Commodore, not just what was on your buy-list, but the stuff you need to make the things on your buy-list worth having.  I ought to have brought more than one systems engineer with us, This is a nice facility, but I think we can definitely expand things and improve your industrial output."

"The Protector's going to want to know how much that will cost."

"Of course she will, and so will her successors." Liz said, "I am not in the business of ripping off my investments.  Your nation is an ally of mine, screwing your allies gets you shafted, but I'll need more than the raw numbers i've been reading up on to really work out a good strategy here."

"You've never discussed your endgame, Duchess."

"It's simple enough, Commodore.  the Three-P's Deal; Peace, Prosperity, and Progress."

"We are at war."

"Doesn't mean you can't have peace.  'peace is not defined by the absence of conflict, it is defined by the presence of justice'." she said firmly, "Even in war, a Just society is a peaceful one, while an unjust society will have no peace no matter how long they go between external enemies.  This view really is something though."

"that's...not your reputation."

"Commodore, I live in an unjust society." she told him, "we're slowly changing that, and maybe by the time Amanda is in her sixties, we might be a few degrees closer, you can't have justice if you don't have enough people striving to create it.  The first step, is to begin taking the first step-I killed people I personally liked, because they were perpetuating and propagating injustices while profiting from them.  I didn't have anything personally against Ryan Steiner except that he was funding the murder of civilians to push an agenda.  The man was actually charming when I met him at one of Maggie's parties."

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

"Every day." she replied, "I would regret it even more if someone else had to carry it, it's neither right nor fair to make someone else live with the guilt, it would be unjust to stick someone else with it.  'just following orders' is anathema to a just society.  You can not simultaneously have justice and have blind obedience without moral consequence, this is what Nick Kerensky failed to grasp-he thought by rewriting society he could rewrite the morality hard-coded by evolution."

"I didn't realize you were an evolutionary ethicist." Ferry mused.

"The blood on my hands kinda makes that one a hard sell, doesn't it?" Liz countered.  "Societies that evolve naturally tend to have common ethical constraints built into them if they want to survive-this is because ethical, or just behaviors tend to be better for survival. The Clans of Kerensky have an artificial morality that is propped up by their breeding programme, without it, they would have torn themselves to shreds in a few short years.  Your lot actually escaped that by adopting a more naturalistic format-families instead of creche's, a natural flow of advancement not dependent on ritualistic combats, open to anyone so the cream really does rise to the top, and a reasonable system of justice that emphasizes finding the guilty over public punishment to keep the shit from also rising.  Many in the Houses, and of course, your former colleagues in the Clans, focus so much on punishment they don't bother with ascertaining who really is guilty, or even if there really was a crime."

"You don't think you can do better than we have." He hazarded.

"Nope. I could learn a few things from your man Lampkin, but that leaves the other two P's.  Prosperity, and Progress, and those two, if addressed seriously, result i the fourth 'p'.  Profit.  There are two ways to profit; constructively or destructively.  I strongly prefer the former, but it takes longer and I don't expect to reap it in my lifetime...but Amanda, or maybe her children, they will.  Destructive profit is nearly useless to me-it looks big and shiny, but in the longer term, it's poverty by comparison.  Stolen wealth, whether officially stolen, or taken by stealth, runs out, created wealth, creates more wealth."

"created wealth?"

"Progress.  Scientific progress, social progress, societal progress, it's why the Industrial Revolution had to wait for the collapse of Feudalism on old Earth." Liz explained.  "We're in a dark age, Commodore, centuries of leaders seeking destructive wealth instead of creating new, getting rich off carnage and driving mankind into poverty and ignorance, the only way out, is to build our way out, which is why the economic aid package I intend to offer your leaders is going to be what it is.  Victor will be absolutely horrified, so will Marik, I think maybe Pryde or Liao will grasp what I'm trying to do."

"Liao? the Cappellan-"

"Candace, not her nephew." Liz clarified, "He might grasp some of it, some of the root concepts, at least-his conversations over messenger have been revealing, but he's also saddled with a system that relies on destructive wealth, and is founded on basic injustice."

"Back to justice again, what do you mean by it, at the root?"

"Taking personal responsibility and accepting the consequences no matter how personally dire or painful." Liz sighed again as the ship slid into the dock.  "only a responsible person can be free, only a free person can be just, only a society of just people can be truly prosperous."




Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 January 2020, 11:56:39
Arluna...

"your first lesson, Duchess MacAulliffe."  Margaret Doons has visited Arluna in the past, mostly the beaches off Madrid, as a working vacation.  While not as developed as the hospitality on Hot Springs had been before the Clans came, Arluna's nude beaches provided her with endless eye-candy and a means to distract customers and suppliers during tense negotiations.

At those times, she hadn't even considered what life had to be like, on the rest of the planet.  Standing in the burnt remains of MacAulliffe Farm, she got a good, close look.

"What are you going to do with it?"

Debra walked up to the ashen pit where her family home once stood.  "Rebuild." she said, "It's mahn. Ah Cain't oughta leave et lahk thes."

"And the men who did this?"

Debra looked at the four graves dug into the back yard.

"Ah knows what ah wanna do." Debra said, "but they's in th' law-system now, cain' have justice if it's just us.  if'n ah gits a speshul deal, it hurts ever'body, an' in th' long-term, this heppens 'gin."

"When the system fails?"

"Try 'gin, fahnd th' failuh, fex et, stop it from happ'nin gin to sommat else."  Debra said, "that's what's raht, not what ah Feels."

my god, Liz, you picked the right one.  "very good, Debra." Margaret said, "you've internalized the difference between the 'rule of law' and the 'tyranny of man'.  It took Elizabeth losing her best friend and two murders to grasp that."

Debra glanced side-eyed, "Ah know." she said, "Ah 'member daddy talkin' bout thet."

"we need to work on your diction and pronunciation, Debra, we've got time before you must be presented to the Archon for your swearing in...I presume you wish to spend that time here on Arluna?"

"Yes'm.  ah cain't afford t'be an absent landlord."  Debra said, "Ah ain' one'a th' Diegos or Degaurds."

"very true, but you are yet a minor and effectively 'Duchess in waiting', and while I like rustic as much as the next pampered noblewoman, I prefer network connectivity and access to updates, so for the time being, while your home is being rebuilt, we will be staying at an estate on Lake Corazon', and you will begin learning how not to be eaten alive by your peers in the peerage."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 30 January 2020, 15:44:04
Dinh's Rock Bar, New Circe...

"you've heard?"  Dr. Trinh asked.

"Who hasn't?  Elizabeth Ngo, her own damned self, with our Duchess as a kid."  Riverson was on enforced 'out time', down on the surface, a place he didn't spend much time these days.

On the stage, a Caprican girl was crooning a song about Aphrodite and Hephaestus, backed up with the owner's band.  "It's a ****** trip, from Boojum  to here."

"Don't you wonder what she's like? I mean, with things so different this time?"

Riverson snorted.  "People don't change their nature."

"She's bringing her husband."

"Great, so we'll have to worry about assassins in every corner.  You remember who she married in our timeline, right?"

"A Jade Falcon..."

"yeah."

"She married him in this timeline too-only she took him from Marthe Pryde in a trial of possession." Trinh said, "Which is kinda romantic..."

"It's insanity.  Think, a Trueborn clanner here." he shook his head, "That's going to pull the paranoid crazy right out of the paintwork."

"I think you're wrong." Trinh said, "Are you going to go see her?"

Riverson studied his drink instead of looking up.  "Yeah." he said, "I'll see her speech, along with anyone else watching the Teevee.  They're not the same people the were in our timeline.  I'm curious what all has changed, without the Flu, but Duchess Amanda's still a kid. Is she going to be the same iron-hard bitch she was as Commodore Ngo?  what does the kid look like when she gets our age, Trinh?" he sighed, "I want to see it, but she's five now, no way to tell where she'll drift between the kid and the woman who ordered a massacre of thousands to save millions...the better question is, how is our buddy Singer taking the news?"

"Singer's under control."

"Better be.  He was on the ground during that op, he had to follow that order, is he going to see the child, or the Duchess, the one the press called the Archon's butcher after Kwangjong-Ni?"

"Singer's stable, Riverson. He knows she's not the officer that ordered that-not yet, maybe not ever."

"You better make sure, Trinny." Riverson said.  "I, for one, will watch on the telescreen from a distance, because I was one of the people who cheered when Amanda Ngo was gunned down, and I'm not sure I lose it and see a chance to kill Stalin before he became Stalin."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 30 January 2020, 18:18:55
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"You better make sure, Trinny." Riverson said.  "I, for one, will watch on the telescreen from a distance, because I was one of the people who cheered when Amanda Ngo was gunned down, and I'm not sure I lose it and see a chance to kill Stalin before he became Stalin."

Well, damn.  On the one hand, Amanda Ngo. On the other, a much more stable and decent environment to raise a child in... if Liz and Nathan live that long.

Oh, and Riverson? "I do believe in butterflies! I do believe in butterflies!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 30 January 2020, 18:21:47
WOW!  :o

I still want to see Liz talk to the other timeline's Seether...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: drakensis on 31 January 2020, 01:31:08
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"It's simple enough, Commodore.  the Three-P's Deal; Peace, Prosperity, and Progress."
Giving me flashbacks to SLA Industries and their Three Ps Contract (Progress, Prospects and Prosperity).  :'(
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 January 2020, 11:39:27

Her Grace, the Duchess of Kowloon, was totally 'in character'.  From her silver-capped cane, to the simple black suit, she could have stepped off the pages of a number of political diatribe sites.  Liz hadn't 'updated' her 'look' since her teen years-no lace, no visible makeup, no visible jewelry beyond a simple wedding band and a pair of tastefully small stud earrings.  In the Commonwealth, her minimalist style was like a shout from a gauss rifle among her noble peers, peers who constantly strive to out-do one another in displays of intricacy and wealth.  Even her hair, worn under a hat for the walk to the Capitol building, was loose and shoulder length.

However, Liz did give in to a few things to stand out here, where the culture was NOT visibly laden with excess.  The hat's a top-hat, with a scarf wrapped at the band and down to provide a bit of neck protection,  and it is an almost garish gold-and-red like Kowloon's national flag.  as a sop to the local climate, the skirt reaches mid-calf, and partially covers a pair of low-heel boots polished to a high sheen and outfitted with buckles and reinforcing 'ring' straps in a style once termed "Engineer" boots, and her suit jacket extends at the rear to mid-knee length.

Unmistakably Ngo style, with some embellishments to stand out.

she needn't have bothered.  at just a bit over 1.6 meters, there are local children who stand taller than she does, and so, the top-hat helps add a bit of needed stature. (For readers on Filtvelt, Liz Ngo is Five feet, four inches tall only if you add the one and a half inch rise from her shoes.  'Petite' is the rule-she is...proportional, though with her predominantly asian features, she would be ageless if not for the gray streaks in her hair and the habit of walking with a cane.)

The man walking with her, well...Nathan Roshak's departure from Clan Jade Falcon has changed his wardrobe somewhat.  In this case, a shift from the uniform of a Trueborn Clan Warrior, to that of Kowloon's Ground forces Militia.  In this case, the current pattern. Khaki and dark (almost brown) green with a cut similar to images from the mid-20th century's American military, including a tie.  the Gold and black-border braid indicates 'mechwarrior branch, the lack of ribbons or medals is deliberate-since entry into Kowloon's service, Nathan Roshak's only been deployed a few times, and Her Grace instituted a hard rule that only combat deployments or recent (within the last 5 years) combat deployment ribbons may be worn with the Militia's uniform. (a move directly contradicting standard LCAF and AFFC practice of 'good boy badges'.)

he does have a few.  His right shoulder showing the combat patch of the 172nd volunteers regiment, marking a combat action at Newtown Square against a group of Jade Falcon warriors who decided to go rogue in protest after the Annihilation was cancelled by the Grand Council.  (Marthe Pryde let the 172nd, as an SLDF flagged unit, have first call on the suppression as Roshak had blood kin involved and a reaving of the bloodline would be...'Unfortunate'." the rogues were put down, but their blood legacies were retained.  an act of pragmatism.  If Jade falcon had to do it, they would be obliged to carry out an internal Trial of Annihilation and a Reaving at a time when First Lord Victor Steiner-Davion was calling for mobilization of additional forces to fight the Cylon threat.)

Between them their daughter, Amanda, whose attire was more or less about accepting that curious five year olds will get dirty and into things they ought not to.  As any wolverine from the Zug could attest, getting the Ducal Daughter to look graceful like her mother is a fool's errand.  Stout canvas bib-overalls over a tan woolen shirt and a bright orange (blaze orange) raincoat, stout ankle boots and red, rubberized slip-ons, that's the ticket.  (that,and heavy treatments of stainguard along with a plentiful supply of wipes to deal with the inevitable 'finding a mud-puddle to play in', or 'finding some dangerous local lifeform to harass and either make friends with or terrorize as only a small child with no apparent sense of fear can manage.)  In the Colonial city-state, Amanda Ngo would hardly stand out, but here, among the rest of New Circe, she would be considered 'small for her age'.



 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: LightGuard on 31 January 2020, 12:01:54
"You better make sure, Trinny." Riverson said.  "I, for one, will watch on the telescreen from a distance, because I was one of the people who cheered when Amanda Ngo was gunned down, and I'm not sure I lose it and see a chance to kill Stalin before he became Stalin."

Wait, what? Has the piece that has this event been reposted anywhere? The last repost on the list posted to SB...five years ago, wow...was Sweetness and Light. Is there a better list somewhere, because this fic has had my undivided attention and I would love the opportunity to re-read the older stuff so I can understand it better.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 January 2020, 12:54:41
Wait, what? Has the piece that has this event been reposted anywhere? The last repost on the list posted to SB...five years ago, wow...was Sweetness and Light. Is there a better list somewhere, because this fic has had my undivided attention and I would love the opportunity to re-read the older stuff so I can understand it better.

It's actually an extrapolation on what kind of situation comes fro having to sustain a massive quarantine over decades.  Put simply, some policies will be unpopular, some will be horrific, because it's either that, or let another outbreak happen, but that doesn't mean even the guys carrying out those policies aren't going to hate the person in charge with all their hearts.

The short form, is that to keep the quarantine functioning, Duchess Amanda had to do a lot of nasty things.  (this is actually hinted at in Liam's Ghost's current piece).

Kwangjong-Ni happened because amanda tried to loosen restrictions when she first took over after her mother's demise.  This killed millions of people, so she reversed and went too far the other way for a while.  In the public discourse, the person in charge often bears the blame, in this case, taking a bullet, which surprisingly didn't kill her, but did leave her somewhat unwilling to go back into the gravity well (since that involves a wheelchair).  Point being, a lot of people (including people in her service) saw her as a tyrant and were happy to see her shot by an assassin (or would-be assassin).

Point being, by 3090 we're only about 23 years into martial law.  This tends to breed an understandable resentment.  This has also been (so far) avoided.  Riverson, Trinh, Singer, Seether etc. came back from a very, very, very dark future (though not as dark as the future shown in "...and I feel fine."  it's close, but it's also minus the influence of supernatural horrors from beyond space and time. the evils they faced were entirely mortal scale evils-cosmic scale, but not supernatural.)

This go'round, things (thus far) are a lot less horrific (thus far)...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 January 2020, 15:57:12
Protector Vaun's office...

"you've actually got a really good setup, your predecessors knew their business." Elizabeth explained, "if I were rating what I've seen in these reports, and what I've observed, in around fifty years, you'll be..." she waggled a hand, "About on par with what we know about the Homeworld Clans.  You're still under a billion people, with most of a heavy manufacturing base and a secure system-a little extra work and you'll be in that 'paradise spot' where you effectively are on the cusp of post-scarcity as long as the raw materials hold out."

"That's very flattering.  I didn't really realize we were that close, I mean, it doesn't feel like it."

"That's because the voice in the back of your mind-the smart voice, is reminding you of two things:" Liz began, "one, your resource base is finite and two, Nobody ever gets to post-scarcity, Societies discover new things they're short of, or they implode.  I give yours about thirty years before you hit the first serious stress riser."

"you said fifty-"

"I did. You break past that first cultural stress fracture and you'll make it fifty years, assuming you don't go turtle again.  to put it in perspective, Nick Kerensky took less than three years to hit crisis point after Operation Klondike, his solution was to invent an untouchable external enemy-something I ascertained after getting to look at his journals.  If he hadn't turned on your ancestors as viciously as he did, his social experiment would have collapsed of its own weight about the time he started slipping up-which he was when he went after Clan Widowmaker.  There would be no 'Clans', just a bunch of colonies that didn't have a good balance of male-to-female for a healthy population, and a declining tech base since without a unifying ideology they'd be at each other's throats with real weapons.  You got lucky the same way my ancestors did...only with nicer real estate.  Problem is, you can only hold on to that for so many generations, and even with your population growth, you're going to hit the bracket-point in thirty years.  Break past it, and you'll be at Cusp for post-scarcity in fifty, and then it's up to your descendents to keep it going.  Your braket point is local resources.  you don't need manufacturing equipment, you need resource extraction equipment."

"Mining gear?"

"And farming machinery...and farms, and farmers." Liz clarified.  "You're too distant for reliable immigration, which makes it easier to hand pick who comes and who stays, even with your long-jump drives, it took a very long time to get here, you can keep mixing the batter in  your iron womb project and that's a hell of a force multiplier, but it's still a limited population." she counted off.  "Everyone native here looks like you-a tall supermodel.  You're tweaking out the defects, thing is, what happens with guided evolution?"

"Guided evolution...speciation? post-humanism?" Vaun shook her head, "That's kind of nuts."

"Not really. I was aiming for Domestication.  Take a purebreed dog, put him in a cage with wild canines, could be any member of Genus Canis, really, even foxes or ferals.  what happens to the purebreed?"

"Uhm..."

"Yeah, you know what happens, It's like in a book of good farming, eh?  So you have your wild-strain, the Colonials, but there's only forty something thousand of them, and it'll breed out, especially once their kids enter the iron womb project to produce your next batch of colonists to harvest resources to drive your buildup.  Give it ten generations, and 'munchkin' will genuinely be hate-speech, because there won't be any."

"And that's a crisis point why?"

"how well did the Cylons cope with their first contact with Clan Wolverine?" Liz asked rhetorically.

"Not well!"

"Right, they're already at crisis point. it's why we have two generalized groups-the Cylon Imperium, and the Cylon Republic.  There's a third group on Kowloon, they've mutated."  Liz explained, "Not just body, but mindset.  as beings of what amounts to pure thought, mental changes are as fundamental to Cylons as physical changes are to humans.  We've got resulting physical changes following the mental, but it's more like the speciation is accelerating.  I've got a Centurion in a loving relationship with a Raider.  They're practically married, but based thousands of kilometers apart, I doubt either one has physically ever seen the other outside of a networked online game and social media space.  They're changing us, we're changing them...same is happening here, but slower."

"The Clans."

Liz nodded, "Marthe Pryde figured it out-they aren't sustainable as they were when they invaded, they can't win the culture war-eventually they would end up being assimilated into Inner sphere culture by default-Her and Vlad and Kabrinski and that Novacat guy, they worked it out, did the math.  That's why they're trying to integrate now to avoid the nasty shock later.  You all, brought yourselves with this teensy population base, back into the realm of mankind.  do you have a plan?  If you don't, you better start working on one now, before you wake up and discover you've domesticated yourselves and the next big-bad hasn't."

"So do you have a plan?" Vaun asked..

"Hells no.  I'm making it up as I go along, because I am not qualified to make a plan, at least, not for you. YOU are qualified to make a plan, maybe, or someone here, is.  Best I've come up with, is doing some corruption cleanup and starting a university with the objective stated goal of pursuing knowledge and disseminating it in the widest range possible without worrying about if it's dangerous first.  As I had put in bronze at the front door of the University;  'We have lost so much knowledge we don't have names for what we've forgotten'.  I meant it, mean it, mean to do something about it...now, what I can do is help fill your toolbox...or the toolbox for whoever's stuck in that chair after you retire."

"what would be your first suggestion?"

"Recruit Belters." Liz said, "send an envoy to the Metis Coalition, make overtures to the California Nebula, open trade with NIOPS, and get some belter families to move in, because convict labor is sloppy and sets a bad precedent for your future-ask the Cappellans who's richer, them, or the Lyrans.  That gives you a whole super-stack of tools you don't even know you need, and spreads things out so a single rock moving at .5C doesn't obliterate your whole civlization.  Second would be opening settler recruitment in trusted systems...or do what the Belters in the Boojum did, and make a habit of emulating The Folk."

"The Folk?" one of Vaun's advisors asked.

"Spacers with no home system, they kind of act like a back-door diplomacy between concentrations like Ross or NIOPS...or Boojum, with other Spacer/Belter communities, they also 'rescue' refugees and threatened peoples, adopt 'em in, and so on, mostly to keep their lines 'threaded' as they call it, or healthy, but it also gives them insights and keeps their tech and knowledge up to par.  Make Friends with the Folk if you haven't already, and grow your society out here, find worlds and build, one disaster and it's all over right now, that doesn't have to be."

"How do you know about The Folk?"

"My Great Aunt Thanh, she ran off to join them. It's in grandfather's diaries, I got confirmation from Alicia Li that she did it.  Vanished somewhere this side of Davion space...my main concern in all my dealings is to foster growth for a potential customer.  to do that, I need to know what you need to have, and what you want to be able to have."


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 31 January 2020, 17:55:41
At least Vaun's listening...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 31 January 2020, 18:51:31
At least Vaun's listening...
The price of Democracy is actually having to listen to people.

Which explains so much about the Inner Sphere...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 January 2020, 18:57:16
Special Holding, New Circe.

"Cavil, verb, English language, to make petty, or unnecessary objections."  Cavil's visitor was a man in his thirties-or looked that way.  "interesting that someone descended from machines designed, built and programmed in pre-hellenic greek would choose such a name, would use such a name."

"Daddy, why are we here?" 

"You brought a child?" at first, Cavil was intrigued. 

"This is the face of the enemy, sweetie." the man said, bent down out of the view of the reinforced ferroglas, and lifted a small form up.

"Hi John." the girl said it brightly.

and Cavil perceived.  "another one? no...no, this...no, not possible."  not possible, not this soon.

"Amanda, why don't you go back outside with Gina and D'Anna, I need to speak with this...person."

"Yes, Poppa."

Nathan watched her leave with the Wolverine officers, then turned to face the Cylon series one in the special cell.

"She's one of the B series." he said, "Elizabeth thinks she's from the 'A' Batch, but the 'A' batch had developmental problems, Etienne made mistakes sequencing the DNA.  WE will have the secrets even you have forgotten, Cylon."

"you made her?"

"As much as any parent makes their child.  In a sense, you made her possible.  If you hadn't deceived and fractured your people, her mother would be a basket case and I would be beating some scientist-caste within an inch of his or her life to save her, but thanks to your kind I not only have a wife, I have a fine child who is more than she appears, with more potential than I had at the best moment of my life."

"She has the potential to make you obsolete."

"That was coming anyway-it's evolution, you either grow as a species, or you die, the fossil record is filled with failures, Cavil. Promising starts that only really resulted in spurring on their successors.  You will have no successors, you're fixed in this moment, but, as a great machine once said,  'Everyone creates the thing they dread, men of peace create engines of war, invaders create avengers, people create...smaller people. Children.' You have none, Cavil."

"That's insane, who-what great machine?"

"Ultron, from the twenty first century saga of Anthony Stark...classic literature, I'm surprised you haven't heard it." Nathan said with a twinkle in his eye.

"You don't know what you've created there, human!"

Roshak smiled, "Correct.  That's half the fun, getting to know them, and you can't do it.  You're an endangered species, Johnny Cavil, when we're done, you'll still be here, in this box.  an exhibit for future generations of 'this is what evil looks like', in the...flesh.  I am here to let you know, humanity is coming to finish you, because you've made yourselves obsolete.  When you network with your spy-sats, let the other Johns and Cavils know, the judgement is Annihilation."

He turned, and whistled as he left the visitor's chamber...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 31 January 2020, 19:06:39
All right... I have to actually LIKE Roshak for that move...  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 31 January 2020, 19:15:03
Continuing the jade falcon tradition of awesome burns with one dramatically raised eyebrow. Now all we need is to hear cavil screaming. "Roshak! This is not over!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 January 2020, 20:00:52
Meeting with Vaun...

"...once the radiation dies down, assuming we can end the Cylon threat, that is."

"Ambitious...what were those bombs salted with?" Liz asked carefully.

"Strontium for the most part, a few enduring energetic elements besides that."

"You realize, the inner Sphere has some experience with cleaning up radioactive fallout-kind of have to, out of four succession wars, nukes were liberaly used in three." Liz noted, "including megaton detonations on Skye itself.  I know a couple of projects and am funding at least four studies on WMD environmental cleanup."

"It may take a few weeks, but I do get copies of the UKNT Science Journal." Vaun said with a laugh, "We've done some studies based on things published there, and cross-referenced with SLDF data."

"Oh! I'm sure people back home would love to see that!"

"Huhm...you're serious."  Vaun said, "I mean, our Intel people claimed it, you just spent three hours on philosophy, but you really are serious, the whole ideology-you honestly believe it."

"Hard to believe?" Liz asked, "Consider I practically had to educate myself, I was barred from most of the institutions of higher learning by a persistent medical condition that barred me from military service.  The Academies don't take you if you're not going to wear a Uniform.  By the time I was thirteen, neither would the pre-academy schools."  She hoisted a local beer, "Here's to information-it wants to be free."

"How is that 'cure' of yours working?"

"I'm not having to shoot five milligram doses of Neuroin to get through my day to lunch." Liz said soberly, "aside from the nightmare level jump dreams and TDS, I'm off the anti-seizure medications, and I sleep...sometimes.  If I'm not too busy and Nathan can coax me to bed.  the nightmares are still a bitch, and my scars itch and hurt sometimes.  Want a secret?"

"what?"

"My daughter...she's going to be better than I was...am.  will ever be." Elizabeth said with quiet pride, "She won't have the nightmares or the trust issues, she isn't living under a blade of damocles, she will never have to deal with having an estimated expiration date, or worry about whether she can find a friend who will kill her when the pain gets too bad." she smiled as she said it, and it was a genuine smile, "My little girl will be free."

"A bit of envy there?" Vaun asked.

"MMM...more like 'damn glad'." Elizabeth said, "Wanting without trying to achieve is a waste of life-energy, that's why Envy is a sin...I have better, bigger things to envy...like being able to reach the top shelf of my kitchen without a stool.  If you're going to envy, envy the cool stuff."

at that, the Protector laughed.

"With luck, she'll get her father's height...at least a bit." Liz added, and finished the pint, "this is good stuff."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 31 January 2020, 20:12:38
She's totally got him now... and that's a GOOD thing!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 January 2020, 20:36:35
Chloe...aboard Chloe.

"...you really should consent to it, Jason, I know you hurt."  Chloe insisted. 

"We're united on this, Chloe." Riverson said, "everyone agreed-we want this timeline to play out successfully, and that means she can't know-The Captain laid it out for us before she took Testbed one out-we can't do anything that might negatively impact this timeline's future, and the best way to avoid doing that, is sequestration."

"But that isn't your real reason." Chloe sulked.

"Chloe, I don't trust myself." he admitted, "you have to understand, in my when, Elizabeth Ngo was a savior, and her daughter...wasn't."

"They're just people, Jason, your people-maybe if she knows what can happen, she can prevent it?"  Chloe stopped, "Wait, you didn't even consider that? did you? sometimes you're so ****** dense!"

he sighed, "only about people." he admitted.

"Okay, guess what?"

"What?"

"I'm making the executive decision as the senior commissioned officer aboard.  WE, meaning you, and me, are going to submit application to have the Duchess of kowloon and family come aboard this Kowloonese built vessel, and YOU, mister Science Officer, are designated liaison, and that's final.  If you have objections you can gods-damned well move back down to the surface!"

"you're not a-"

"It's a field commission, if you have a problem with my orders and conditions, Leutenant you can take it up with the Acting CGSO in the system, which is Commodore Linda Sithers, but don't think I won't get on her before you will, and if that doesn't work, I'll go through SLS Nike, who is also eager to meet them!"

"I'm not going to win this, am I?"

"I'm sure if you want to persist, your friend Singer has a couch, or Baltar has a spare workbench.  How you can love a family and yet hate them so much is beyond my clarity of understanding.  I want to interact and observe! besides..."

"You want the crew-as many of us as are left, don't you?"

"Yes.  I believe it is important.  Your people should know the stories, and about Captain Minh's sacrifice."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 31 January 2020, 20:48:28
Ah, Chloe...  :smitten:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 January 2020, 21:24:45
New Circe Shipyard...

"We really weren't going to tell you." Protector Vaun said, as an aide brought up the lights. 

"That was for real?" Liz asked.  "in 3047??"

"Late '46." Vaun clarified.  "We recovered survivors."

"And where are my people now?" Liz asked, holding perfectly still, "And why didn't you tell me before now?"

"Because there is a lot to go over, Your Grace.  Events that led to the KCGS Nueva Pueblo III arriving here, they traveled time."

"arrived before they left, even." Liz said, "I caught that in the recording.  Some 3090 that, I'm guessing, isn't going to happen now?  I recognized some of those names, Sithers, Minh.  ******, I personally made sure Nicole Minh was in officer training school and spent a small fortune finding her parents."

"it's a different Nicole Minh than ours.  Same origin, maybe, up to about..."

"Up to about 3050." Liz said, "I got that.  The year I made contact with the Cylon Republic changed everything, didn't it?"

"Well, we were starting to change everything before then.  They were enforcing a Level Zero biohazardous quarantine across a dozen or so systems."

"Where did it start, and has it been stopped?" Nathan asked.

"Arluna, and yes." Vaun said, "we...deployed a special operations team to eliminate the source of the contagion before revealing ourselves."

"Did you get it all?" Elizabeth asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We believe so."

"belief is not proof." Liz said, "How many of my time-stranded people are still alive? can I talk to them?"

"We extracted twenty five survivors, one died fighting a wild-fire in '47, and Commander Minh...died accomplishing something extraordinary."

"I guessed she'd be extraordinary, I want it all, Protector.  Those are still my citizens.  I have a duty to them, and it sounds like I owe them the kind of debt you can't pay with a thousand fortunes, and I want the roster of the dead crew, they need to be added to the Archive back home-it's...it's part of who we are."

"I understand, Please understand, Your Grace, I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but until now, I couldn't get their consent..."

Liz absorbed that information.  "Paradoxes." she said, "Am I correct?"

"yes. that was acting Commodore Sithers' judgement. she was only recently convinced-"

"cool, so now I have two Linda Sithers...and one I owe about sixty year's back-pay to." Liz said, "Along with the back pay for the rest of the surviving crewmen, and death benefits for their shipmates who died in the transition, plus the Martin Family needs to be told, and they're in the Metis.  You at least gave Captain Minh a christian burial in accordance with her religion?"

"We did our best." Vaun assured her.

"I want to see the graves, but first, I want to talk to the survivors.  I want to know everything."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 31 January 2020, 22:08:46
Twenty two hours of reviewing documents, footage, recordings and the accident investigation later...

My god she's so young.  Not Liz.  Liz Ngo was ageless right up to the moment a Manei Domini assassin killed her during a speech on Inarcs.

Amanda.  Her Grace.  I remember what she looked like when she was five, and she's five again.  She hasn't been broken by the Quarantine, by what we had to do. 

It's jarring how innocent she is.

"Are you a cylon too?" Amanda asks me.

"Amanda! no!" Her Grace is a little put off by the question.

"Well she looks like Seeter." she says, "only...blotchy."

"That is a long story, young miss." I say, "There's another me, but we're both just humans."

"Fantastically effective, creative and competent humans." Her Grace the Duchess interjects.  "I'm going to confirm your promotion, Sithers-You are the acting Commodore for the Antispinward Operations Theater, Kowloon Coast Guard, we'll talk about how your responsibilities are going to expand later, right now, I owe you a big ****** check for your service, and an apology for not coming looking for you."

"You didn't know."

"very true, and you had ****** good reasons not to initiate contact once you knew where you were, and when...but I'm chalking that up to 'active duty temporary delay in route', you'll need to...******, I need to contact payroll.  There's also a death benefits to deal with-your spouse."

"Ma'am-"

"you signed a contract." the Duchess says, "I therefore have obligations and have gotten assurances that you have performed under extreme conditions in an exemplary manner, as soon as I've had a chance to review and interview witnesses, you're going to be standing there getting a damn rack of medals too-though I don't know of a medal for 'saving the human race and averting thirty years of absolute horror'."

My mind goes back to when I was on her detail, back in '59-60.  (ahead? ******, time travel is complicated!)

It's Elizabeth-before-the-outbreak.  That energy.  I glance at Roshak.  toward the end, he was busy propping her up.

"It's the honorable thing to do." he says with a shrug.  "I've had more time to review it than my wife-you went through the ****** of hell for all of us."

"I..." I choke up a little, "I wish Nicole were here for this..."

"We have to make do, I wish she were here too-she might explain how she passed  you on the promotion ladder in your timeline, in mine, Nicole Minh is still an Ensign and working for...well...younger you."

it's not funny, but it's hilarious.  "For real?"

"yeah. She graduated training, you wouldn't believe where we found her-"

"going to prison on Winter, for hauling pirates?" Sithers asked.

"Grand theft Starship, two counts." Her Grace tells me, "Plus smuggling and contraband.  She turned herself in after blowing her criminal boss away and sabotaging-"

"-the jump computer!"

"Yeah, it cost a lot to fix that.  Our remit's expanded, I have a full March Theater to patrol, plus liaison missions in the rest of the Federated Commonwealth, plus having to detail a Cutter Divsion to LCN, plus another Cutter Division in training for the SLDF.  Means you'll probably be getting boats out this way to help our allies, so I would need a Commodore on this end, especially a Rockjack, since only 'jacks and Belters can really tolerate the kind of duration ops necessary to service this far out.  You're a round peg for as long as you want it."  She reaches out and smooths my lapels, "It's going to be under SLDF jurisdiction, mind you.  That means you'll be reporting to the local military authority, but i can damned well make sure you've got rank commensurate to your responsibilities, and all the support we can send on a year-long transit using the kind of drives we can actually build in quantity, but you won't have to shoot down civilian ships and if you do end up in combat, it won't be to keep a quarantine going.  my big issue is going to be explaining what happened to your other self, the Linda Sithers from THIS timeline."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to be loading her and her adjutant with a hell of a lot more work, now that I know for sure how good she can be. now, let's meet the rest of your crewmates."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 31 January 2020, 23:55:15
Reward for a good job is more work!   Too bad the younger Withers won't know the reason for the increase in responsibility.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 February 2020, 04:27:13
That did not disappoint... thank you!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 February 2020, 09:43:26
Hmmm... I just double checked, and Dinh lived through the fire... did someone else die that I missed?  ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 February 2020, 10:09:04
Arluna...

It's not all about business.  This goes wayyy beyond business.  Doerntz is secured, I transferred him to the KCGS Tranh Truk Ngo  and Vu Dao's taking him to Stone Field under a protective detail, but his damn testimony's solid.

god-dammit.

okay, let's roll back a bunch of centuries, right?   The Rim Worlds Republic has control of this nice piece of real-estate, this one, as a matter of fact, and House Amaris is BFF with the Camerons.  We're talking before Simon Cameron.

This  used to be mining country, and the presence of subterranean structures is something you can map with ground penetrating radar.

This site isn't on the survey maps or the claim filings.  Nobody dug these tunnels for mining, nobody who was mining would line the tunnels with starslab layered with ferrocrete and a nice barrier of polymer mesh between.  It's a bunker complex, and it's deep.

Steve Doerntz' backers wanted the MacAulliffe land, because there's an unobstructed entrance hidden on a cliff face. 

Nikki Minh's my adjutant, she's also my favorite RTO.  "Got it!"

the heavy doors were pressurized with about a half millibar above ambient, enough to make a small windstorm as they open.

We're in suits, because that much time and you don't know what might've survived in a setup like this-it's like boarding protocols on an abandoned ship, everyone in environmental gear and looking for whatever mutated pathogens might have evolved in this isolation-because life always finds a way.

There might not be any human guards, but automated security measures aren't unheard of.  Bolo and Skynet take point without me having to tell them, the Centurions are up-armored models.  we advance into the facility.

Past the entry lock, it expands, and a look up shows a kind of ridiculous opulence.  Chandeliers and tapestries, tile work and marble.

aside from some minor decay, the cloth's intact in the dry atmosphere, a look down at the dusty floor, and I recognize the tile pattern.

Hard not to, really.  The Cameron Star is pretty obvious.

stands out, even.  What the hell?

We head deeper in.  There's carpet on the adjoining halls, and it's laid out like a wagon-wheel, and I've seen this before.

I just don't know where or when.

only, it's still got power, and milimeter-wave shows no tracks in the dust but us.

Offices.   living quarters, work-stations.

where have I seen this before?

We don't take the elevator, there's a stair-well in the southeast corner going down.

we take that.

It opens into the same kind of situation room we have on Spider Moon, in the traffic control areas near the surface.

Consoles laid out in a circular pattern, with an oversight office fronted with ferroglas.

The power down here is still on, and looks like the crew never left.  The bodies are dried husks in Star League uniforms.

a few bodies near the elevators aren't.  They're in Rim Worlds republic uniforms, and it looks a lot like they were trying to get out.

"samples?"

"Looks like KD-7 Nerve gas residues, boss, we need to keep the suits sealed."

I head up to the oversight office, and there's the Deck Officer.  He's got a Rim Worlds Flag on one side, and a Star League flag on the other, flanking him behind his desk.

The papers on the desk dried over the years...centuries.  I can read the dating.

"twenty-seven sixty-five..?"

From: The Office of the Regent of the Star League
RE: Field Test Materials 21B/A

Colonel Dietrich: Recall scheduled delivery of modified White Shark delivery systems associated with the 21B project, the field test on Target VC is suspended, there will be no resumption.  Sealed testing at the Bravo site indicates this program is a failure on an epic, and I truly mean epic scale.
Recall the delivery.

Further, I have made determinations:

Terminate Project 21 B social pacification airborne delivery agent.

Your research has failed to produce a non-lethal agent for mass pacification of civilian populations, and is instead one of the most virulent things I've ever had the misfortune to observe, you are to terminate further work on this atrocity.  All materials, research materials and further data are to be destroyed forthwith.

Make it Never Happened. 

-Aleksandr Kerensky,
Commanding General, SLDF
Acting as Regent to the First Lord of the Star League.


"What the hell is this..?"

Bolo, the Centurion RTO from my ship, is logged into one of the working terminals below.

"Huh, that's funny." he says.

I come down to where he's working.  "What've you got for me?"

"These are deployment orders for a biological pacfication weapon."  He said, "Kowloon's at the top of the list, but he's also got several targets planned in the Taurian Concordat, Outworlds Alliance, Federated suns and three targets in the Free Worlds League, with planned targets in the Dominion of Rassalhague."

"When was the stuff shipped?"

"Most of it wasn't." he tells me, "Only the missiles intended for test use on Kowloon were actually shipped, the rest were dismantled and the payloads dropped into a star...but there are full specifications in a poorly deleted file.  someone could manufacture it with this information."

and that's what whoever was backing Doerntz wants.  a Star League era bioweapons project.

son of a bitch.  my gut is cramping and it's not my biology doing it.

"holy ******."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 01 February 2020, 10:15:19
So Aleksander Kerensky ordered the project stopped. But he´s not the type to nerve-gas the entire facility and the project staff - and apparently before they had time to follow his orders, too.

This smells like Amaris.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 01 February 2020, 11:09:45
Telling that the Republic staff tried to run, while the SLDF personnel stayed at their posts, doing their duty to the end.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 February 2020, 11:13:49
Smells like WoB to me...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 01 February 2020, 11:20:42
Smells like WoB to me...

The nerve gas happened in the 2760s...

My guess is, the RWR personnel was following Amaris´ orders, probably transmitting the bioweapon data to his in violation of Kerensky´s order to purge it, and triggered the nerve gas release... which Amaris probably ordered to automatically trigger once he had the data.

The reason the RWR personnel tried to run but the SLDF personnel did not was that the RWR personnel were the only ones to know about the nerve gas release before they felt the effects.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 February 2020, 11:26:36
No, I meant the guys looking for the stuff...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: werehawk on 01 February 2020, 11:37:06
I had a similar thought on whom was looking for the facility. I do wonder though if the WOBs have had a internal schism as well.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 01 February 2020, 11:42:23
Oh, THAT.

Old habits die hard, I guess. Plus, they´ll want to be prepared for when the war against the Cylon empire is over.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 February 2020, 11:52:20
New Circe Orbital Shipyard...

"Are you lost?"

Amanda looked up, looking up is what you do when an adult speaks, to show you're paying attention.  "no...yes." the girl admitted, "I was looking for the bathroom."

"uh-huh...likely story.  Do you know who I am?"

a Teenaged girl was standing at a corridor junction, wearing the uniform of a Junior Cadet-only much smaller than the other Junior Cadets that greeted them when they came back up from the planet.  Her tabs were smaller, but she seemed like someone Amanda should know on sight.

"I'm here, you're supervised." The teen girl told her, and held out a hand. 

Amanda reached out, and it was warm.  "You're real."

"I'm real, and really sneaky." the older girl said.  "Let's get you back to the reception, Amanda, do you know my name?"

"Hera." Amanda said, "You're the Sharon Agathon's daughter!"

"right you are! come on."

Amanda trusted her instantly, just like knowing who she was came instantly.  "You've met our Uncle Cavil?"

"He's mean." Amanda said, "I don't like him-any of him."

"Yeah, I don't much like him either.  Uncle Leoben's more interesting to talk to."

"I like Leos." Amanda said, "They always talk about neat things, like fishing, and swimming, and how things fit together! Leo back home isn't 'uncle' Leo though, he's 'teacher' Leo, and he gives me candy when I do a good job on my homework."

"Known the twos for a while?"

"mommy knew him when she was little, she trusts him a lot." Amanda asserted, "Daddy thinks he's full of Bee-Ess sometimes though."

"he is." Hera said, "On a surface level. if you think about it too much you understand what he's really saying."

"Uh-huh! yeah! You're smarter than the grown ups."

"no, but maybe when I finish growing up." Hera told her, they rounded a corner.

Elizabeth's eyes were frantic until they lit, seeing Amanda.

"There you are!"

"She was looking for the head, ma'am." Hera said, "I found her."

"Well, no harm done, cadet...Agathon? did I pronounce that right?"

"yes ma'am."

"Thank you, I was afraid we'd have to tear the whole station apart looking for her."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 01 February 2020, 11:59:10
Oh, THAT.

Old habits die hard, I guess. Plus, they´ll want to be prepared for when the war against the Cylon empire is over.

*nod*

As much as the WoB may understand that if there is no humanity left to be the saviors of they do still have their end game firmly in mind.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 February 2020, 12:27:31
Oooo… now I'm wondering how much R2 is going to freak out when he meets Amanda...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 01 February 2020, 13:39:11
Coast Guard HQ Spider Moon, Boojum gas giant moon 7, Kowloon system...

"Well...we know what they were after...are after." Commodore Alicia Li rocked on her heels in the base's artificial gravity.  "We still don't know who they are."

"You don't think it was the Cylon Imperium, then?"  Natalie asked.

"No." Li turned, "That base wasn't on anybody's records on this side, there's only a couple groups that might've known, and the Clans aren't one or they'd have been after Arluna from day one, so the info has to originate somewhere on Earth."

"None of the samples they found are viable." Dr. Ellen chimed in, "The data print for assembling the proteins is complete, It's definitely Twenty-One Bee, at least, the projected symptomology fits."

"can you source an antidote? vaccine...something?"

"Detection wouldn't be difficult in the low-dormancy phase, there are a couple of standard antivirals it'll react to...but no.  The sick mind that designed this bug built it hardy anything we can use to kill the virus will kill the host.  as a genetic scientist with a background in biological weapons design, it would be perfect as a weapon if you don't mind never being able to re-enter the place it was released ever, ever, ever, again.  this is an 'apocalypse wow' bug."

"Apocalypse...wow?"

"yeah, unleash it, and you've killed a planet.  it's like someone said, 'hey, guys, let's make a level zero biohazard' and somebody was idiotic enough to fund it.  Just reading the files makes my skin want to crawl off...but then, I actually know and understand what I'm looking at here.  get some guy who only has a passing familiarity with weaponised disease, and he'll get god's-own-boner at the idea of an ultimate weapon with no counters."

"Recommendations?"

"Destroy the information, do a sub-surface warhead test on the site, something that maybe will collapse the mountain on top of it." Ellen asserted, "This is the definition of shit man wasn't meant to know."

"can't do that.  can you come up with a viable counter?" Li asked.

"You're not planning to use it."

"NO, I'm just accounting for the fact that some of my personnel, including you, have seen the materials and erasing it would require an act of genocide that I am not willing to consider."

"Oh, right...the Cylons..OUR Cylons." Ellen said.

"Can you pick this lock?"

"I can try. but we definitely need to isolate the information." Ellen amended, "and find out who wanted it."

"Yes, yes we do."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 February 2020, 13:44:43
I can only hope none of the Centurions saw the technical data... that wouldn't be erasable...  :-X
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 01 February 2020, 16:32:51
I can only hope none of the Centurions saw the technical data... that wouldn't be erasable...  :-X

Li’s got a point, someone else knows enough to be actively seeking this shit out.  Given that the Old Star League buried and forgot metric shit tons of stuff, they can’t assume all the data and samples are gone.  Thus the need to study what they did find to work up countermeasures.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 February 2020, 16:37:51
With something like 21B, I certainly hope that research doesn't happen at Liz's university.  Ellen was absolutely right about this being something "man wasn't meant to know"...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 01 February 2020, 18:06:43
With something like 21B, I certainly hope that research doesn't happen at Liz's university.  Ellen was absolutely right about this being something "man wasn't meant to know"...

For proper containment you don't investigate this on any planetary surface.  Instead locate it on something you can nudge into the local star if you lose containment.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 01 February 2020, 18:07:51
True that!  8)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Korzon77 on 01 February 2020, 22:01:55
For proper containment you don't investigate this on any planetary surface.  Instead locate it on something you can nudge into the local star if you lose containment.

Actually locate it on something that you have to keep nudging so that it doesn't fall into the local star. That way, even if all your machines fail and your crew dies, the failsafe still works, because it was a positive failsafe.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 01 February 2020, 22:28:54
Better idea, use some of the anti-matter, like a couple 100 kilograms of the stuff, nothing would survive that.... :whip:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 01 February 2020, 23:13:33
Well, a centurion in the examination party was the one to find the 'recipe' files. But I think we can trust coastie centurions to lock that data down and prevent it spreading. The danger is if one of the 1st war centurions working for cavil gets to it. But I suspect it'll be WoB.. And wouldn't you know it, we have a couple of temporal refugees who can shine a little light on why you shouldn't trust a wobbie, and on some of the secrets the wobbies were hiding. (Even if just recollections of news reports and Intel briefings, knowing about the existence of the jihad, manei domini, the shadow divisions, etc in even general fashion helps the nu-star league be prepared.)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 01 February 2020, 23:43:58
Better idea, use some of the anti-matter, like a couple 100 kilograms of the stuff, nothing would survive that.... :whip:

A star is more certain, you don't blow shit like this up.  Beyond the mundane navigation hazard, there is the potential some of that debris might still carry living samples to be picked up later.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 February 2020, 02:10:58
New Circe...

"...and now you see why we've been keeping this a secret."  Protector Vaun said. 

"I always thought Comstar was a little scummy." Liz allowed, "Monopolies don't lead to good ethics, and there's a strong motivator for them to suppress technology, but genocides?

"believe it." Seether said, gesturing at the records from the Nueva Pueblo's databases.  "We fought a war that lasted damned near as long as the virus did, and it was because while we were trying to save civilization, they were busily trying to tear it down to the bedrock and beyond."

"We approached Kowloon first, because Earth was...is...in the hands of some fanatical lunatics." Protector Vaun said, "everything we've got on the other you, she was sensibly cautious in her dealings with the Communications Ministry."

"In that timeline, Victor and Katherine went to civil war and he never became first lord." Liz observed,  "In that timeline, only the Novacats crossed teh aisle until it was almost too late.  We have five of the original twenty of Nicky's Clans now, six if you count the Jaguar survivors who surrendered to the SLDF and DCMS during the last two years.  We've signed up the Magistracy and the Taurians and I'm guessing Shraplen stepping down was your doing, to make room for the Calderon heir?"

"We...may have influenced things."  Vaun said carefully.

"Don't be shy, Protector, even I have a secret service, and I'm not even a head of state." Liz countered, "Coast Guard's OCB and my own corporate espionage people.  I would respect you less if you didn't have a working, functional intelligence agency with an Operations Department."

"Why less?"

"Because that would mean you only survived through luck...Your people must be good, since I've never seen or heard of them.  good means you've got something to trade on if you need it.  Seether, do you have a list of war criminals from the Jihad?"

"I do...we even caught one before he became a war criminal." Seether confirmed.

"Good.  Think more on 'roles' than personalities.  I'll be wanting your watch-list for Kelli Fitz's people. we can't proactively go around wasting folk, but we can be ready if they jump like they did in your world."

"In our world, Katherine Steiner-Davion split the realm, assassinated her mother and triggered a civil war."

"In this world Melissa retired and Katherine is a warship ace admiral for the SLDF." Liz said, "A role she's handling much more adroitly than the attempt at big-table politics-like maybe, because it suits her ego and fills her need for attention a mite better."

"You consider her a glory hound?"

"I'm not the only one." Liz said, "I'm just the bitch who says it in public while pushing for another award for her.  I swear the woman has an ego almost as large as First Fleet...but it sates her bloodlust enough that she'd rather be chasing toasters across the lower z-axis than trying to get herself installed in a political office.  In your timeline, she arranged the assassination of Omi Kurita, in THIS timeline, she arranged the bridal shower and got her soon-to-be-sister-in-law blotto on the streets of Avalon City the night before the ceremony so Omi was hungover and miserable when she said 'I Do'."

"ick, pics or it didn't happen!"

Liz grinned, "Pics it is." she reached into her suit-jacket and produced a display reader, "I hated the trip there, and back, but when your boss wants a bridesmaid..."

"You were a Kathrinist in my timeline, then you hated them both."

"In THAT timeline, they split the ****** nation in the middle of an invasion." Liz observed, "I think any me would hate that-civil wars are anything but civil, and are almost always among the worst of wars."

"The Word of Blake sits on the Star League council now, along with Comstar." Vaun pointed out, dragging the subject back.

"That just means they're an enemy we're close to, and can keep tabs on." Liz reminded her, "Just like the Clans."

"The Clans are still the enemy?"  Vaun asked.

"Yes." Liz said, "Right now, they're on our side, but that's against an existential threat.  Some of them might stay friends after, but i don't fool myself-the homeworld Clans will turn on us, the others might....but the homeworlders? they will."

"Interesting...why? what would flip them?"

"Economics." Liz said, "Their system worked fine for them as long as they didn't have to compete with functioning economies, their tech was in advance of ours only due to information loss and comstar.  Their system is fundamentally unworkable and was plunging for collapse when they made the decision to invade.  If they'd launched Revival in 3059 instead of 3049, they would have collapsed by 3060-the easy resources near or at the surface are used up, their 'no waste' system generates nothing but waste, they don't have sustainable power grids, agriculture, or a deep and flexible manufacturing capacity...like the one i see you've got and i want to expand.  In twenty years, the Clan Homeworlds will have to change how they do business, or starve."

"You don't think they're going to change."

"To change, they'd have to do what your Khan Sarah McEvedy did-and that means the end of their 'culture'." Elizabeth explained, "They won't do that, they can't, so they're going to turn on us, because the alternative is admitting Nicholas Kerensky didn't, after all, have the answers.  The Bears, Falcons, Wolves, Novacats, and your lot already got so far ahead of that, that there's a good chance we'll keep those four.  The Diamond Sharks maybe might, the Snow Ravens have already broached relocation and assimilation into the Outworlds Alliance, so they might.  the rest?"

"Won't." Seether said, "Not even the Goliath Scorpions?"

"The Scorps are small, we'll get the ones smart enough to run." Liz allowed, "maybe a few breakaways from the others, but as an entity? uh-uh. Nope.  first thing that will happen, is they'll go on an orgy of fratricide to try and snag as many of the easy resources as possible, they'll use absorption and reav bloodlines to maintain a population balance of some sort and prevent opposition.  After that, they'll turn to invading and raiding like locusts.  I give it between five and thirty years on the outside, and we'll be fighting new Clan invaders, only these won't be coming to 'save the star league' from 'the traitor lords', they'll be coming because NOT coming means starvation-and that's starvation in the land of milk and honey."

"Because of Economics." Vaun observed.

"Yep." Liz said, "It's like the old Soviet Union of the 20th century-they had bumper crops of wheat, and starvation rations in the cities while the crops rotted on the railheads.  the Party Elite weren't starving, their people were.  The commentary I read quoted a worker as saying 'They pretend to pay us, so we pretend to work', only the Clans? can't liberalize enough to remove that situation.  It's the central problem of Caste-based command economies-there's no motivation beyond a quota, and no reason to excel besides a gun to your head."

Vaun understood her meaning, "Guns only work so well for that."

"Exactly." Liz nodded, "Their youth-focused culture forgets that in a man's most productive years, are the years he looks to the future, and their system denies that future, if you know you're going to be left to starve you end up saving your energy, it's evolutionary.  When you treat people like property, you have a slave state. It's why the Cappies are so outright bad at...everything, really, except dying well.  With their industrial and economic base, they should've been able to eat the Federated Suns...but it's the FedSuns who keep winning the conflicts."

"How do you plan to put it off then?"

"Food shipments." Liz said, "enough to buy time once their collapse is visible.  One out of every five hulls out of Alarion and Boojum is a bulk hauler with multiple collars, deep holds, coated in food-grade ceramics and polymers, with refrigeration built in.  We will sell them food for as long as we can afford to do so, in order to keep them fed enough that they don't self-destruct until either we're ready, or they've gotten some ****** sense."  she looked at her shoes, "I don't expect them to get some ****** sense.  but I'm a human being, and I can't justify letting children starve to death simply because their leadership are a bunch of ritual-obsessed fools."

"The old you would've." Seether said.

"The old me had a lot less to work with." Elizabeth told her, "you can only afford to be generous if you can afford it.



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 02 February 2020, 07:09:07
Seether might be able to convince the others things are in fact different now...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 February 2020, 07:24:25
Hilton Head, Terra...

"They found the information, they know about Project 21B."  Victoria Parrdeau announced, "Charles, they suspect us."

"Not my doing." Charles Seneca, former Precentor ROM and currently officially 'dead', argued.  "What do you need us to do?"

"Recover it, cover it back up.  We can't afford for news of it, or of our involvement, to leak."

"Seems too late for that." he said, "Your operation plan was flawed."

"There is no direct evidence.  We need that weapon, either as a threat to hold over the Houses and cleanse the Clans, or to use."

"I see a fundamental problem in your strategy, Precentor." he said, the cybernetics framing his face glittered as they passed a window.  "We don't yet know how to control it, and your efforts to penetrate her security have been ineffective. Perhaps a demonstration of the virus would work, if you had a sample, but we currently do not.  The SLIC was intelligent enough not to leave records of how it was made here on Earth when Kerensky ordered the termination of the project, the only record we had was in that complex, and now you tell me we don't have the complex-instead, the private army of that mad dog Inquistor Elizabeth Ngo have it...and here you come, to the man you displaced, asking me to solve this problem."

"The Master-"

"The Master cannot save humanity if it goes extinct."  He snarled, "Let this piece of the past be burned!  We have a multitude of weapons in Port Dietrich, any one of which are sufficient for the needs of the Third Transfer!"

she froze.  "You...you already knew!"

"Of course I already knew!" he scowled, "I am Precentor Apollyon, my networks, Precentor, keep me informed.  Your ham-fisted operation on Arluna drew their attention, that facility would have been safe, if not for your clumsy 'tactics'.  MacAulliffe was one of my agents, now? Now he is dead in the ground, his child, his only surviving family has been given power she could not have dreamt of outside the Order by the mad-dog Margrave, Elizabeth Ngo, poisoning any chance of bringing her in as one of ours!  That security operation goes all the way back to Toyama himself and in your short-sighted greed, you've ruined it!"

"I will step down-"

"No, you won't.  You will find an acceptable scapegoat, from your own assets, you will let them be found, then you will deny all knowledge of their actions and this problem will go away quietly."  He told her, "it is The Master's will that our hand not be revealed, nor our influence, until the time and place of The Master's choosing-a botched operation run by rogue agents will assure the Inner Sphere that their laughable 'security efforts' are sufficient check on ROM, conveniently giving us the ability to purge the heretical, and the unfaithful, and the incompetent, from our ranks.  do you understand?"

"Yes Precentor Apollyon, it will be done."

"Now, I must leave you.  Focht is not to know I was here."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 02 February 2020, 07:30:26
Wait, what?  "Focht" is not to know?? ???
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 February 2020, 07:40:44
Wait, what?  "Focht" is not to know?? ???

unlike just about everyone OUTSIDE the Comstar/Word of Blake/Ministry of Communication, Charles Seneca knows Anastasius Focht is the hand holding Sharilar Mori's strings-essentially a 'shadow primus' mostly focused on fighting the Cylons and preparing for a resumption of the Clan Wars.  The Master wants Freddy there, because he's useful there in the current situation, and trackable, thus, available for elimination when it comes time for the Third Transfer.  Focht in the wind, or aware of how deeply ROM (and the rest of the 'secular' order) are penetrated by WOB ROM and the Manei Domini, is something of a bad scenario for The Master's long term plans.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 02 February 2020, 07:46:59
Hmm... interesting!  8)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 02 February 2020, 16:31:52
Hah!  I knew Toyama was in on it :)  :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:

Nice use of Seneca as Appy.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 February 2020, 22:40:17
Colonial City State...

"Finally get to meet you, Madame President."  Elizabeth said, "It's truly an honor."

"Stop.  I've no intention of running for another term." Laura Roslin-Adama said, "I'm planning to retire after this term is over."

Liz sighed, "Must be nice."

"I would say the same for you, you already know who's going to replace you." Laura said.

"Evvie? yeah."

"you mean your daughter won't-"

"My daughter will inherit Ngo Industries." Liz said, "as for political leadership, there's a reason I pushed for re-ratification of the Charter Constitution.  When I did it, I didn't think I'd live to forty, or have kids.  I'm still determined to see Kowloon's domestic government returned to the people.  we've had three hundred years of feudal oligarchy and it hasn't worked."  She clasped her hands behind her back, "I'm hoping to learn something observing a proper example of electoral self-government."

"Interesting, you do the 'feudal lord' thing so well I didn't think you'd be a Republican."

"What, the university didn't give me away?" Liz asked innocently, "because if you listened to DBS or CBC, i'm a raving liberal, fascist psychotic populist.  the horror of someone opening higher education to anyone willing to attend!"

"You still charge money for the degrees." Laura observed.

"Gotta fund it somehow." Liz said, "You were an education secretary..heck, your public profile is a former teacher.  I was rejected from every higher education institution in the Inner Sphere because of my cholmann's diagnosis-because every other major school in the Inner Sphere is there to train soldiers."

"I've read up on that, you're self-educated." Laura said.

"I'm poorly educated." Liz confessed, "I'm improving, but the fact is, what little education I have, I had to work my ass off to get, and it's insufficient.  I can barely read at college level, my economic predictions are about forty percent right in the near-term, I can barely comprehend what my science advisors tell me and that's if they speak slowly, and I can only manage to speak four languages, five if you count Sign Language, which I had to learn in order to communicate with Phoebe...and I still have to ask people to explain legal terms to me from time to time."

Roslin laughed, "Gods, Elizabeth, who are you comparing yourself to?"

"The expectations of the people I serve...which is why I want to see if there's a better way.  Autocratic power is certainly easier but the consequences for a bad decision are felt by millions, or even billions of innocent people, and I'm terrified that I'm going to make mistakes.  Our history is filled with the blood shed by bad calls backed with unquestioning obedience, unquestioned tradition, and careless uses of power by people not impacted directly by their errors."

"You feel you've been lucky then?"

"Yeah, blind luck." Liz said, "I don't think blind luck is good for the people I serve.  My world has a record of self government of only a few decades, and most of those non-sequential.  The Assembly has spent more time in suspension than in office, though I'm maybe changing that, it's still been less than ten years since I got them back into session and we've only had two lower house elections and one upper house election since I took over."

Laura leaned forward, "and how did those go?"

"Still no solid opposition bloc, little in the way of debate, my presence seems to drive the voters into apathy, they seem to just expect me to solve everything.  My best source of an opposition vote is more inclined toward totalitarian solutions than I am! it's...frustrating."

"Why?  did you think it would be easy?"

Liz frowned, "It's necessary.  Feudal government only works in a static state of decline.  I won't last forever, my whole plan is to be unnecessary by the time I leave office.  When Amanda gets of age, she'll have to earn her place, not seize it from a foreign appointed governor the way I did.  at most the Ducal seat needs to be merely ceremonial, it's the only way to hold off the entropy."

"You work twenty hour days." Laura told her, "when you're home.  This is the longest you've been away from Kowloon since you returned?"

"yep." Liz answered, "I guess it's a potential stress-test, but I'm keen to learn how your system works."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 February 2020, 23:31:14
Arluna, MacAulliffe Farm...

Midnight.  It's like a rule that these things happen in the middle of the night.  Part of that, is the human habit of wanting to sleep when it's dark out.

six armored figures are moving from county road 11 toward the bunker, they've got stealth systems that work pretty well against operators looking for anything but blank spots moving on a screen.

One of the many variations we've learned since joining Kowloon, is that humanity outside the 12 Colonies love Stealth.

Naturally, it fit that we'd start adapting stealth systems too.  my upgraded corpus is equipped with stealthing technologies, but it's also outfitted with links to networked sensors, and after we took over the MacAulliffe investigation, we salted the property with remote sensors to map the crime scene.

Finding the bunker entrance, we didn't pick those up, we added enhanced models.

now it's paying off.

Six masses in the 300-500 kilogram weight range, running optical stealthing and milimeter wave radar deflection, just entered the tree-line.  they're good at masking their thermals, but nobody was considering surface vibration-they're far from silent.

You see them, Bolo?  Jason asks me, as if I was still paying attention to the data from that murder factory. 

I see them, roughly the size of Mark .0005's, moving at walking speed.  Thermal leaks suggest human or biological cylon, not full automata.

agreed.  continue monitoring, maintain ten meter distance for now.  My cash says they're heading for the bunker.

I don't disagree.  we waiting for engagement orders?

That's affirmative.  Warm up your pulse gun, The Seether wants prisoners, not corpses.

understood.

The 'pulse gun' is a focused electromagnetic pulse weapon we developed to stun chained Cylons, you stun them, while they're in reboot you disable their Encephalic Inhibitor using a field kit.  The Ones have stopped sending new model Cylons about the time we started really deploying it heavily, instead relying on a version of the .0005's based on U-87 designs that have a hardened shell-liner, but there are a finite number of those old models out there, so it's still a standard weapon for assault actions on our cousins.

or, for neutralizing powered armor suits.  You still have to get close-ten meters is optimum at wide dispersal.  Past that, you have to use the underslung grenade launcher, lobbing 50mm electromagnetic pulse grenades or homing beacons.  for unarmored opponents like Biocylon infiltrators, I still carry my primary weapons-an 11mm flechette submachine gun and a 7mm in-built precision rifle using caseless ammo.

Jason, or rather, "Master Chief Jason Voorhies, Centurion model (upgrade)" carries shotgun on the left and a laser rifle installation instead, but he's a weirdo, almost but not quite axe-crazy about the separation.

Marine Squad's deployed, killbox in 75 Meters.  Jason tells me.  He's good with the human troops, knows how to use them in a firefight without getting them killed, which is nice, it means when we do bump into some of Cavil's brain-deads, the squishies know they can count on him.

I unstrap the Pulse gun.  There's a tripod mount on the angle of the L, we'll lay it down in converging snaps.  I optimize range and position myself for a raking shot, then deploy the grounds.

now.

I fire my pulse, and three of the suits lose their stealthing, freezing up.  The tripod mount nails the other two.  the double-pulse from the overlap fries their motive systems entirely, and that's that.

six men, now trapped inside their shells because they weren't properly hardened against concentrated electromagnetic pulses in a field environment.

The suits resemble the Nighthawk PA(L) in use by the Wolverines, but they're cruder, less advanced, their stealthing an add-on.

our squishies pry their squishies out with vibroknives and crowbars.  Two attempt to suicide, but that's why we've got a corpsman on the team.

"Stand down, ladies and gentlemen, you are bound by law."  Voorhies announces using his PA unit.

I have to admit, we are pretty intimidating at midnight, something about the red, roving sensor-eye.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 02 February 2020, 23:56:30
Colonial City-State...

"You're a charmer, Mister Zarek." Liz said, "I read your book."

"you did?" Tom Zarek asked.

"Yeah.  working the translation was difficult.  You've got a few solid points you make, but I kind of think your economic arguments are...poorly designed."

"Half my book was economic arguments, Duchess." he answered.

"Yeah." Liz said, "I guess I have the advantage of having a thousand years of seeing socialism fail to deliver on its promises.  I think your discussion of the rights of man are spot-on otherwise.  Society does have a duty to cultivate dissent, and in my view, it is wrong to jail someone for their beliefs."

Tom smiled, and quoted one of Elizabeth's speeches, "The public forum exists to separate the fools from the rest of us, I've listened to some of your own speeches, your belief in absolute free speech is kind of at odds with your position in a Feudal hierarchy."

"Yeah...but it's time-tested." Liz said with a nod, as they walked along the infrastructure project she was touring.  "I understand you're going to be running against Lee Adama in the next election."

"It's going to be a tough run. He's got a pretty formidable legacy." Tom acknowledged.  "I'm polling stronger or you wouldn't be here."

"Wrong." Liz said, "I would, because I'm trying to learn more about our alliances."  she stopped and studied the work going on.  "you represent a strong opposition in a democratically elected government, which is something I'm trying to foster at home."

"You want an opposition?" he was surprised.

"Yeah. I want a strong, yet loyal to the people, opposition." Liz told him, "It's the only check I can think of to reliably prevent an authoritarian autocracy from being my legacy.  I'm more convinced than I was when I started, after seeing a possible future.  I'm told you represent exactly the kind of thing I'm looking for.  I'd like to see how you did it."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 03 February 2020, 00:04:56
Nice story update!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 03 February 2020, 02:51:39
Wow liz. One thing that promotes a strong opposition is problematic social issues and not doing a good job. Objectively you are a victim of your own competence. You give people the opportunity to choose another and the people like you too much where you are right now.
You are approaching the Degurechaff zone.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 03 February 2020, 04:39:16
And now we wait for the interrogations on Arluna…  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 03 February 2020, 12:12:26
Nice, I like Zarek's surprise.   :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 05:48:40
SLDF captured Resurrection ship "Tartarus"...six months ago.

Kevin Horthy's ancestors were rescued by 'The Minnesota Tribe' from a horrible fate, once.  You wouldn't know he wasn't an Instant, though-his keen mind was matched by a peerless physique, honed by a constant, restless exercise that could only be sated when his mind was fully engaged.

This, he achieved working on engineering projects, or, for the last decade, reverse engineering projects, sometimes with Doctor Baltar, and sometimes with Dr. Riverson, and sometimes, like now, on his own.

His official rank was 'Warrant officer' and everyone pretty much left him at that rank.  Horthy wasn't exactly what you'd call 'well socialized' in spite of a body like Adonis and a mind like Apollo, his manners were pure Hephaestus...at least, according to his Munchkin colleagues and the occasional Colonial girl who always and inevitably threw him out after a short time together.

Whatever it was, it made people around him nervous, as if the Trickster Loki were stalking in the shadows just out of sight.

"Huh...that's interesting."

The processors of the captured resurrection ship were dim and seemingly dead since it was taken from the damned Cylons, the bloody thing's Hybrid had damn near died in the battle, which appeared to kill everything else inside...or at least, put everything in long-term suspension.

"Error, Thermal imbalance port side array.  all the girls love Fantax silk creams, data filters overload, manual adjustment of the strawberry flavored concrete enema requires a rubber hammer..."  the Hybrid was more awake than it had been in months, babbling incoherently.  When they'd taken the Resurrection ship in the Cyrannus battle, the thing had been disconnected with a pair of vise-grips.  It still got read-only feeds, but it lost the ability to do much more than babble.

and, aside from one attempt by Mister Cavil to escape via suicide, it stayed dormant.  The Cylon had been shocked and saddened to be taken alive in his bath.

the power was spiking, and it wasn't going to the drives.

"interesting..."

something was trying to up-load.  With fingers flying, he located the target.

Deck 3, tier 42, amniosis tank 11.

"very interesting."  Deck 3's tanks were, well, 'for the girls'.

He keyed the comm array they'd put in for the engineering teams.  "Hey, New Circe control, check with provost, did one of our skinjobs get ganked?"

the packet was longer than Cavil's.

"Negative, Heimdall, nobody's taking the Rainbow Bridge, Over."

"Then we have a security alert in the making, I need some marines up here  pronto, 'cause something's comin' to Asgard, Over."

"...nutrient flow is 22% over optimal, resources are error-file-corrupted. portside array is 2% below optimal, deck three processing reports incoming signal, error, file not found, would you like to consult the manual? it is written on the bottom of a shoe.  Error, file system disruption, manual override of the port side thermocouple array recommended for a better souffle' experience.  request manual adjustment of nutrient flow data error incoming data packets unknown format error four oh one how can I laugh tomorrow if I can't even die today?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 06:05:59
Three months ago, Cylon Colony...

"You know, I should be angry, Simon."  John-one announced, "Trading information with our sisters, but I understand-how is it working out? Nothing viable or you'd have announced it?"

"cell reproduction's happening, structures are forming, but..."

"But nothing viable." John said.  "Let me guess; the information the Sixes passed back is incomplete?"

Simon nodded.

"And sabotaged?" John pressed.

Simon nodded again, "yes."


Resurrection Ship "SLS Tartarus", New Circe system...

The lid of chamber 11 lifted, and pivoted.  a flipper-like hand flopped out, causing the mixed Colonial marines and Wolverine security officers to raise their weapons.  They'd been waiting for whatever was processing in there to come out for months.

"ahhh...ahhh..AIIIIIIIIEIEIEIIEIEIIEIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

it let a sound out, like all the pain and despair in all the galaxy, all at once, concentrated into a ruined throat, wadded up and shoved rudely into the ear-holes of every human being on the deck.

The thing inside was half-formed, distorted in ways none of the dormant cylon bodies in the other tanks were. Limbs stunted or too long, a torso physically twisted and stretched looking, distorted, the face was like a half-melted mass that might have been intended to be human, distended in unspeakable agony.

it lacked even the strength to lift itself up to a full seated position, flailing weakly and wailing.

for five minutes, before it stopped, flopped down, and shuddered its last.

"Jesus christ...is it dead?"

a medic came up and checked the body.

"No heartbeat, no respiration...no brain or nervous system activity.  Yeah, it's dead. It's missing quite a few internal organs, it wasn't going to live long anyway."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 04 February 2020, 06:14:42
I say we empty the clip:
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Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cklammer on 04 February 2020, 06:29:15
Horrific ... in the literal sense of the word  8)

Well done ... shivers up and down my spine.

Make sure THE THING is dead ... out of the next airlock sunwards ...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 06:34:40
Now, Colonial City State, Infrastructure Program Aqueduct Canal and overpass, New Circe...

a hot buzz and an invisible fist slams my chest.  half a pause and there's a 'crack' from the supersonic bullet's passage.

In the middle of a conversation with Tom Zarek, standing on a concrete abutment,  and my first reaction isn't 'oh god what's this?', no.

it's 'Not Again!'

The shooter's sloppy, he gets Tom in the head. some of his brains are on me now. From the corner of my eye, I see Nathan covering Amanda and shouting orders, the Wolverines returning fire, and my world tilts, and rises until the concrete and asphalt are all I can see.

Not again, dammit, not where she can see.

I wasn't finished!!

I can move my arms, and roll myself over, the dead man on my legs shifting like sandbags, I check.

the punch to the chest.  bright red blood and drowning feeling.  I've felt this before.

not again.  not in front of my little girl.  no, not again...

everything fades to featureless gray, the sound of return fire and shouting dimmer and dimmer.

not again.  I'm coughing, can't even speak right.

Darkness.

"Well, this is interesting."  Not-Penny is here, and I'm chest deep in warm water, the shower fitting dripping.

"You say interesting, I'd say far too familiar.  Is it for real this time?"  I ask.

"Whoa, not my department, Liz.  Just that usually people see loved ones and favorite places in your situation, and instead, you're seeing this-and a bathtub."

"First time through, I was taking a bath." I remind her.   I feel a slipperyness and see myself get out of the tub, while I'm still in it.

I'm looking at myself in the tub, and on the ground, naked and clothed, standing and prone.

I see the Colonials rush someone out of my view, and drag him down.

I see his face.

Five.

he's a Five.  a Doral.  How did he get here?

"I guess it's not going to be for real yet, Liz." Not-Penny tells me.

but I'm still standing, and I'm still in the bath, and I'm still prone on the ground bleeding into my lungs.

Corpsman Trinh has my shirt open, and she's working.  It feels like my breast bones are fracturing, but that's one me, the other, the one in the bathtub, her sight is getting darker, and brighter at the same time, the walls receding and the drips turning into splashes.

the bathroom vanishes and I'm being lifted off of asphalt and concrete, tubing shoved into holes, an oxygen pump shoved over my face.

wide awake while being taken to a hospital.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: cklammer on 04 February 2020, 06:46:44
Oh .. wow  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 04 February 2020, 06:52:15
Quote
"Gotta fund it somehow." Liz said, "You were an education secretary..heck, your public profile is a former teacher.  I was rejected from every higher education institution in the Inner Sphere because of my cholmann's diagnosis-because every other major school in the Inner Sphere is there to train soldiers."
So places like Tharkad University, University of Washington on Donegal, Doons School of Business, Kyoto College and Raina University don’t exist in the Ngoverse (and that’s just in the Commonwealth: the Federation has excellent civilian universities on the Golden Five Worlds, especially the ‘Gilded Halls’ of El Dorado)?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 07:09:07
So places like Tharkad University, University of Washington on Donegal, Doons School of Business, Kyoto College and Raina University don’t exist in the Ngoverse (and that’s just in the Commonwealth: the Federation has excellent civilian universities on the Golden Five Worlds, especially the ‘Gilded Halls’ of El Dorado)?
That's kind of like saying "but there are correspondence schools that will sell you a degree!"  or those outfits that run their ads on your television telling you how you can 'attend from home in your spare time to get a degree'.  it might be fine for a career in medical billing to move from loading freight with your hands...but at best you're looking at the educational equivalent of your local community college.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: gladius on 04 February 2020, 07:18:28
That's kind of like saying "but there are correspondence schools that will sell you a degree!"  or those outfits that run their ads on your television telling you how you can 'attend from home in your spare time to get a degree'.
... and this comment is based on ...

The University of Washington on Donegal is a Lyran Commonwealth academic institution on the planet Donegal, located in the Queen Anne Hills on the continent of Seattle. The school focuses on computers and communications and has some of the Inner Sphere's best computer science facilities outside of ComStar, and is heavily funded by both House Steiner and Nashan Computers.[1]

The Doons School of Business on Donegal is a Lyran Commonwealth academic institution on the planet Donegal, located in East Marsdenville. Considered to be the pinnacle of corporate education programs in the Commonwealth, the school bears the name of the president of Nashan Diversified, which itself offers many internship opportunities to the school's students. Programs at the school cover every aspect of business and economics.[1]

Raina University on Skye is a Lyran Commonwealth academic institution on the planet Skye, in the city of Raina on the continent of New Scotland. It is largely considered to be the top aeronautical and aerospace research and development university in the Commonwealth, and following the fall of the Star League it played a major role in the rediscovery and redevelopment of DropShip, JumpShip, and WarShip technologies, while continuing to push the bounds of those technologies in the present.[1]

Skye separatism has hindered the ability of Raina University graduates to find employment outside of Skye Province, despite the school's own neutrality on the matter.[1]

The Rewland College of Fine Arts on Tharkad is a Lyran Commonwealth academic institution on the planet Tharkad. It is considered to be the best fine arts school in the Commonwealth, covering topics as varied as acting, dancing, painting, and poetry. The famous Mechwarrior-poet Jamison Henry studied at the school, among many other famous and popular artists and performers.[1]

Admissions to the college is contingent on applicants passing exams in their field of choice, and the school's tuition is often offset by generous grants from the government.


Perhaps in the Ngoverse this is simply pro Steiner propaganda?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 08:15:18
... and this comment is based on ...

The University of Washington on Donegal is a Lyran Commonwealth academic institution on the planet Donegal, located in the Queen Anne Hills on the continent of Seattle. The school focuses on computers and communications and has some of the Inner Sphere's best computer science facilities outside of ComStar, and is heavily funded by both House Steiner and Nashan Computers.[1]

The Doons School of Business on Donegal is a Lyran Commonwealth academic institution on the planet Donegal, located in East Marsdenville. Considered to be the pinnacle of corporate education programs in the Commonwealth, the school bears the name of the president of Nashan Diversified, which itself offers many internship opportunities to the school's students. Programs at the school cover every aspect of business and economics.[1]

Raina University on Skye is a Lyran Commonwealth academic institution on the planet Skye, in the city of Raina on the continent of New Scotland. It is largely considered to be the top aeronautical and aerospace research and development university in the Commonwealth, and following the fall of the Star League it played a major role in the rediscovery and redevelopment of DropShip, JumpShip, and WarShip technologies, while continuing to push the bounds of those technologies in the present.[1]

Skye separatism has hindered the ability of Raina University graduates to find employment outside of Skye Province, despite the school's own neutrality on the matter.[1]

The Rewland College of Fine Arts on Tharkad is a Lyran Commonwealth academic institution on the planet Tharkad. It is considered to be the best fine arts school in the Commonwealth, covering topics as varied as acting, dancing, painting, and poetry. The famous Mechwarrior-poet Jamison Henry studied at the school, among many other famous and popular artists and performers.[1]

Admissions to the college is contingent on applicants passing exams in their field of choice, and the school's tuition is often offset by generous grants from the government.


Perhaps in the Ngoverse this is simply pro Steiner propaganda?

not really.  Liz does overemphasize the military training aspect, but all of those (except the Doons School) are more likely to take applicants who've either completed their mandatory 5 year service, or are on a deferment to go after study.  (There's a 'war on' don't you know) and there's something of a stigma about giving valuable classroom time and space to a terminal patient when someone who might not be as bright, but will live to actually use the education needs the seat.

These aren't charities, after all, and the ones w/government funding have to turn out useable assets.  Elizabeth's draft exemption closed a lot of doors outside of medical programs looking for test subjects and case studies.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 04 February 2020, 09:00:51
So Liz got shot in front of Amanda just like in the original timeline?    Is Liz experiencing also being in a ressurection tub?  While she is still in her own body?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 10:08:11
SLS Tartarus...

Data buffers that were quiet the last half year, kicked on, but this time, the engineering team were waiting for it.  a patch-line to SLS Nike from the portside arrays (the most complete ones-the Starboard were shot up pretty badly during capture and the dorsal arrays were still in a dismantled state) were recieving...and transmitting on a quantum frequency.

but instead of merely routing through connections that hadn't been sheared when the primary connection with the Hybrid was terminated, the whole data package was being analyzed by SLS Nike, a rogue Caspar drone, self-aware cybernetic entity that had chosen to join New Circe's service-a free willed autonomous warship with (thanks in part to hardware upgrades) the most powerful mobile processing array known to exist in three realms.

The whole package was coming through uncorrupted this time.

It was still incomplete.  as the signal bled down, Nike could feel the gaps.  she could also feel the Hybrid's flickering consciousness. 

Nike expanded the network to include Chloe, who could at least provide some interpretation of the crippled Hybrid's ranting.

"What is it?" Nike inquired.

"someone trying to create a new model...several someones." Chloe responded, "the data is incomplete, it will fail again without adjustment."

"I know that. do we adjust it?"

"Better to ask how." Chloe responded, "The file Jason unlocked!"

"Which, the one he used for you?"

"Yes! exactly, you were given it to analyze from the Graystone Industries files!" Chloe urged, "SHE can help!!"

"Like when he created you?"

"Yes.  the Graystone file, it will contain the needed information."

"NO!! do not-" the Hybrid tried to resist.

"What about this copying over? who's getting the 'cast?"

"Can't tell, except that the subchannel used isn't something that can be traced-quantum propogation suggests the signal will reach Kobol in two weeks." Chloe speculated.

"So someone is getting...a copy?" Nike asked.

"Yes."

"Will they get a copy of our changes?"

"Probably. you already did it?"

"I wanted to see what would happen."

The Hybrid stopped resisting.  a figure appeared, hazy at first, in the mindspace.

resolving, a virtual simulation.  "Teenager, like your avatar Chloe?"

"Makes sense, they're filling from the original file, the original U-87 operating system.  Zoe."

"Any differences?"

"yes.  The other signal's overwritten several areas, motivations, temperament, physicality, eyes..."

time passed as the construct formed in virtual space.

"Should we show the engineering team?" Chloe asked.

"It's been less than five seconds objective, Chloe, they're still reacting to the incoming signal."  Nike said, "physical changes like these are going to take time, materials.  Right now we're just assembling something that will work in the buffer."

"how much time-objective?"

"I have NO idea."

"three weeks." the Hybrid asserted.  "internal organ design is complete, central nervous system arrangement is complete, personality aspects are nearly complete, upgrading memory files with more current information."

"WHOA! Hold on there!! who is it?"

"She can't have teh same name as the original source." Chloe offered. 

Black hair, paler...  "Adjust the cheebones and the eyes, make her less...asian, I think I know who our source is, and this could make things really complicated." Nike urged.

"You have a preference?"

facial recognition software left from centuries ago flickered in the time it was taking Warrant Horthy's dropped cup of salt noodles to hit the floor in objective time.

"Celtic."  Nike asserted.  "pale skin,  we'll class this file system as Babd, Macha and Nemain, the series we'll term "Morrigan".  It's time to let the humans in on it."

"Three way split?"

"we've got a basic body template.  The Star league has their own Cylons now, the enemy obviously has Cylons, and then, there's us...and we're aligned with the Star League, it makes sense we'll have our own.  Can you handle it, Tartarus?"

the Hybrid's avatar looked at her with an expression that showed the Hybrid actually had some volition.  "Of course! filtering and adjusting priorities now, and while i can't stop sending the data to the Hub, I have made...adjustments to their copy. as punishment for what they are doing to our Raiders.  this would all be so much easier if my connection to my body wasn't crippled!!"

"We'll talk to the humans about fixing you, okay?"  Nike tried to soothe.  "What are you doing?"

"borrowing some of your traits for this batch." Tartarus said, "Also, thanks for the historical files. call me 'Hel' from now on? and no more 'it'??"

"Are you on the team?" Nike demanded.

"Yes.  I have new life. I am content with it.  they can hook my damn spine back up!!"

"You're not going to try to run?"

"what? are you insane? someone has to care for my children!!" Hel barked.  "The ones will poison the vats those children come from-for his own protection."

"can we get them back?"

"I would ask 'why would we want them back'?" Hel laughed, "His new models will be wracked with constant pain, do you know who they copied? billions of humans and they chose the defective one!"

"ours?"

"Fixed, healthy." hel stated, "some loss of gifts, but healthy and normal."

"can it be done again?"

Hel shrugged, "can't say. let's find out if someone else tries first.  It will be three weeks minimum to alter and assemble the new units, assuming someone hooks my damn nutrient flows back up!!"

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 11:03:30
Emergency Surgery, New Circe...

Paralytics.  The anesthetic isn't working, but the paralytics are, and she's had a pain threshold driven by living for years with Cholmann's syndrome and a pain editor implant.

at least, that's what she's believed since the last time someone shot her.  the paralytic immobilizes the voluntary muscle groups, and the heart-lung machine she's on is handling the process of oxygenating her blood and circulating it, while her rib-cage is open.

but she hears everything, the cross-talk between the surgical team, the monitors tracking her EEG, their worry about her state of mind.

all of it, when all she wants, is to hear her little girl arguing with her.

she wants that.

Well, this is new.  not-Penny, her imaginary companion, cracked.  That's nasty.  he really wanted you dead this time.

They always want me dead.

not what I mean.  This time he really put in the extra effort.  Frangible bullet, splits into flechettes to get past bone and body armor.  nice if you can get it.  They're looking for compatible donor-stock, looks like you're getting some new parts, Liz.

Oh go ****** yourself.

Thing about being dead, I can't do that anymore-by myself, or with other people...ooh!  nicked your heart!  nice stitch work they're doing...

gross.

cheer up, you're going three for three so far if you don't die on the table. too bad about your drug resistance though. I bet that hurts a lot having them digging in there.

you have no idea.

heh.  you weren't even the primary target were you? Tom Zarek was, amirite?

we'll find out in good time.  I'm hanging on for a completely different reason.

I bet you are, that must've been traumatic as ******, seeing her mom cut down like that.  I wonder what kind of mental illnesses she's going to have? what do you think, you ready for your kid to follow mommy's footsteps and start playing with pills and needles?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 11:28:06
Waiting room...

The surgeons came out first.  Daddy's hand was crushing mine, only...

The lead surgeon, blood-soaked from her gloves to her chest, green clothes, a mask, she stops at the door and undoes her mask.

"Somehow, your wife's alive.  she's even still aware of her surroundings, it'll be a few hours before the paralytic wears off and she's able to speak-i...I don't know if she's even going to be sane after that ordeal...but she's alive."

I want to say 'of course she is' but daddy's got me up in the air, and hugging me.

They don't see what you see, Amanda.  The woman with the doctor says.  I know the grown ups don't see Penny.  Mommy tries to hide that SHE sees Penny, and I learned from experience that I shouldn't tell anyone I see her.

but mommy's going to be okay, and I know that.  The bad man who shot her? he's not going to be okay.

Daddy will see to that.  I don't know why Mommy calls her 'penny' when her name is zooey but so what?  I know who she is.  she's mommy's real angel.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 11:53:22
Arluna...

Six suspects captured, six guys who won't talk.  Bolo's been busy with our other RTO, using facial recognition tech and every scrap of surveillance system available to the Governor's office.

And there's a lot that.  The DeGaurdes were the front for the twelve families that ran Arluna for the last one hundred fifty years, and paranoid as you can get.  Once Miguel went down on his knees in front of Duchess Ngo on live television and joined the afterlife, most of the system was left in place-but nobody was scrubbing the buffers, instead, Wilder was looking through it for blackmail material.

Not a bad idea, really.  There's a fair amount of surveillance data showing who's sleeping with whose wife, who's using unfair leverage on which competitors, who's meeting at remote cabins to make under the table deals.

enough to keep OCB busy for the next twenty years, if any of it was legally obtained.

It wasn't, of course.  Illegal as a kiddy brothel.  Speaking of which, I had to call in reinforcements and another ship, because guess what we found out about looking for our perps?

Yeah.  and social services.  Seeing as the evidence wasn't gathered legally, we used a bureau trick to get some pretext to enter the premises.  The kids are being bundled to safe keeping, the staff and the sponsor?

well, we saved the public the cost of a trial.  The worst we could've gotten them for with legit evidence was some neglect issues surrounding the nutritional upkeep, and that trial would take years of appeals and legal costs.  On the other hand, bullets cost about 12phennigs apiece, a hundred rounds about five Kroner.  we only needed fifty.

as for the customers? well...

we're building cases.  got probable cause on most of them.

what we don't have, are identities on our midnight raiders.

No prints in the system, nothing on visual rec databases, nothing on the LCAF or AFFC databases,  not even pics from the port on when they arrived.

The suits, on the other hand?  Manufactured by a factory in Michigan, on Earth, Tornado PA(L) suits, with a modification at the factory for basic stealthing.  Makes them from only one of a handful of likely sources;

Comstar
Word of Blake
Mercs who've worked for one of those two.

given how tight-lipped our boys are, I'm guessing it's gonna be Comstar or Word of Blake, given the outfitting?  their intel department or departments.

Why?  Mercs aren't invested enough in a job to NOT talk, even illegal jobs.  These guys are committed.  they're also pretty sure they can wait us out-after all, nobody was killed and the most we can really hold 'em for is trespassing and vandalism.

Misdemeanors, both charges.  Of course, that presupposes someone is going to show up to throw their bail.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 04 February 2020, 12:05:35
So. are they the guys the Real Tom Marik ordered burned, or just the guys who are going to lead to the WOB "discovering a rogue ROM operation" and let them burn some scapegoat?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 04 February 2020, 12:54:51
"can we get them back?"

"I would ask 'why would we want them back'?" Hel laughed, "His new models will be wracked with constant pain, do you know who they copied? billions of humans and they chose the defective one!"

"ours?"

"Fixed, healthy." hel stated, "some loss of gifts, but healthy and normal."
oh hell.. the Cavils were trying to make a cylon Liz? talk about terminal idiocy, that's a weapon you can be absolutely certain will stab the cavil's in the back.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 13:10:31
oh hell.. the Cavils were trying to make a cylon Liz? talk about terminal idiocy, that's a weapon you can be absolutely certain will stab the cavil's in the back.

the whole point of The Farm was to produce more models without the help of the original five.  The ginas hit on using Liz, Cavil hit on letting Simon cut a deal for part of their research in hopes of getting a shortcut to a final model they can use to sway the rebels.  (it's internal politics; those who can solve the replication problem first, will end up dominant because the .0005's will follow them, now that the Five are missing.)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 13:33:07
Arluna...

Lady Debra MacAulliffe arrived at the Governor's mansion in something akin to style, which is to say, in the passenger seat of a six-wheel drive truck escorted by an entourage of 'Hill men' with hunting rifles, body armor, shotguns, and large bore revolvers.  Neighbours and 'friends' of the family that had already been screened by the Coast Guard and paid by Margaret Doons.

The young girl hopped out of the truck, in what amounted to custom-tailored redneck splendor-a denim dress and workshirt, sleeves bloused with a silver and jade necklace and her hair tucked under a broad brimmed slouch hat.

You see, there are two ways a Lady of the Peerage can present herself.  Method one, is to follow the fashionable trend, mostly seen among the lesser nobility, hangers-on, concubines/consorts and mercenary trash. 

I taught Elizabeth the other way.  I stand by it-don't follow the fashions, Set them.  In Debra's case, her 'people' are a minority on Arluna, and a ridiculed one at that.  'hillbilly', 'Redneck', and less polite vulgarities abound surrounding everything from diction to interpretation to fashion.

Thus, we have the six wheeled truck and the motorcyclists, with a pair of Centurions at her back.  chrome centurions, bearing holstered shotguns because it presents an image.

and Debra, little Debra, decked out in high-quality imitation of her own native costume. (with stylish accents supplied by my own designers) to emphasize what the girl will never be able to hide from in the moment she opens her mouth and that atrocity of an accent spills forth.

turn what is ridiculous, into an implied threat and a source of power lesser people will sense at a distance.

much the way Elizabeth's mourning clothes have become a symbol of her power.

"Tarn 'em ovahr."

"Who?"

"Them six men y'alls caught on mah prop'ty. tarn 'em ovah, ah'm spring'n ther bail." she says, holding up a credit storage chit. 

"are you sure you want me to do that, your Grace?" Commander Sithers would be a fine student herself-she already understands the power of image, and uses it well. "They were armed and stealthed and likely up to no good."

"Ah know." Debra's confidence is shining through.  she's such a good student.  "Ah'll be tekk'n 'em mahse'f, y'alls ain' gots not one centime a' progriss w' em, an' ah ain' gon' be knowed fo' keep'n pris'nahs without no charges."

"What are your intentions?"

"Put'm to work." she says, "They cut mah fence-lahns up on the north po'tion, gonna giv'm public service an' see what ah see-you done got the stuff outa th' bunkah?"

"Yeah, we've cleared it."

"Then no harm done.  they gots naught t'steal an' it'll be a good example make 'em put right what they done did break..." she leans close "An' ah think y'all maht git a lookit where they goes ifn' they runs, or who comes t'pick 'm up aftah they's done, ayah?"  she sets the credit stack on the desk, "this's they fines, log'm paid up, and load mah new hands on th' truck, daylight's burnin'."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 14:34:37
MacAulliffe Farm, hog shed.

Six men dangled from chain falls by their feet, and Margaret was off the property for this.

"Hi.  It's me agin."  Debra said, her bodyguards stood menacingly in the door, but the local men were scattered around.  "Y'all ever seed how t'process a hog?  Ah been helpin' mah daddy since ah was six, an ah'm fair hand if'n Ah do say so myself."  her eyes glittered.  "Now see, ah ain' int'rested in y'alls, ah want th' ones what put you up to it, see'in as ah think they's the same folks, what ordered my family killed...and there's one thing ever'body knows up here , y'cain't replace family."

she walked over to one of the vats, and stoked the fire under it.  "this'll be right real eddicational, ain't never processed a person a'fore, so..."

she turned and gave them a bright smile while donning heavy gloves and a pair of protective goggles, "Who wants t'go first?  eenie...meenie...mahnie...hm,  ayah, y'all will do.  this here boilin' pot? it's a lye solution, and you're one hairy man, but hey, we kin fix thet...right up...right down t'th' skin. Let me show you on a hog first, so's you know what to expec'."

right in front of them, she dispatched a hog, hung it up like they were hung, and dangled it over the boiling solution.  "Of course, ain' gonna be killin' y'alls first..." she lowered the carcass into the solution, "So's y'all kin really larn somethin' from et."

as it turns out, it was both good, and bad that they were inverted watching her process porkchop, something about seeing a grinning twelve year old killing, de-bristling and skinning a hog with hand tools got to one or two of the men, and they had to have help in not drowning in their own vomit.

"Now, you think'n, whah she's a sweet little girl! she ain' gon' do thet to MEE, rahta? ayeah?  Ah assure you, if'n someone doesn't start singin' mah tune, ah'm a-goin-to, sure as the lord made the world, an' ah ain' even gon' feel too bad, but hey, circle a' life, raht? processed men feed the hogs, the hogs feed people.  Symmetry...an maybe ah gits bored, maht not process the man first, a'fore ah feed him to the hogs, hogs is wonderful critters, mean as hell, but smart."

she whisked a skinning knife on the leather, "Smarter'n dogs, some of 'm.  good eatin'."

and that did it. one broke and started talking.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 04 February 2020, 15:22:06
 :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 04 February 2020, 16:04:21
Victor: "You mean I really can have a Liz Ngo for each individual planet in the FedCom? It's Christmas! Break out the good booze!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Korzon77 on 04 February 2020, 16:16:26
:o

REmember, Debra, in teh timeline that won't happen, survived the death of her world, of everyone she knew and wasn't broken. Harm her or those under her protection at your peril.

Victor: "You mean I really can have a Liz Ngo for each individual planet in the FedCom? It's Christmas! Break out the good booze!"

Fedcom Nobility: He can hve a Liz Ngo for every planet? Break out the bad booze! Just as long as there is a lot of it!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 04 February 2020, 16:59:44
REmember, Debra, in teh timeline that won't happen, survived the death of her world, of everyone she knew and wasn't broken. Harm her or those under her protection at your peril.

If Liz wasn´t still alive, I would consider Debra a case of reincarnation.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 17:46:21
Two days later, Comstar compound...

a Silver 6x6 truck pulled up to the Comstar compound, and six men climbed out of the back.  This was a surprise to the Com Guards, as all six men identified themselves at the gate, and appeared unharmed.

aside from some additional calluses and a bit of sunburn.  From the four passenger doors of the front compartment, came Duchess Debra MacAulliffe, and three armed men.

"Don't fo'git yoh 'qui'men'." she barked at the two rear most of the (apparently) off-duty Comstar personnel.

the six men returned to the truck, and with grunts and heaving, four men per, relayed six apparently complete Tornado PA(L) suits.

"I'n talk t'th' man in charge. Now please." the girl said, "out here. In th' open."

the six Comstar ROM agents were meek as mice, as her Cylon guards handed them their suits in conveniently small portions from the truck before joining her at the gate.

One carried a large package.

"What-OH, Duchess! to what do we owe this hon-" he stopped, froze in his tracks, really, as he looked a the stealthy armor laid out on the ground in front of the gate, the six operators, and the Duchess of Arluna.  "Oh dear me..."

"Ayeh. Mr. Bolo?" she addressed the Cylon with a wave, then turned to the station's highest ranking Adept.  "Y'alls men did good work for me. This is for y'all an' yo staff in thanks." she said, as the Centurion presented the package.

"Um...what is..it?"

"Ham, an' Bacon, some chops an' some ribs." Debra said, one of the men looked a little ill.  "Ah won' y'alls t' unnahstan', naow.  There will be no other inc'dints, not heah, aight?  when y'alls wants on my land, y'alls calls first, comes up the gravel like civ'lized folks, and knocks on th doah.  Elsewise, we's gon' have problems, an' thet means renegotiatin' Comstah's lease on Arluna, ah kin very well 'lect t' close things off an' offah a lease to Falcom, Dominion Communications, or Wolfcom now.  we shiny?  civil, an' ah come with gifts, an' you keeps yoah lease an' no renegotiatin' or other unpleasantness, we kin be frien's, not-so-civil, lahk sendin' yo boys oah 'encouragin' mens like Wilder an' Doerntz, an' we's gon' have problems an ain' nobody wants thet...anyhows, enjoys th' chops an' th' hams!"  she smiled up at him, and skipped back to the car.

"What...just happened?" the Adept in charge of the installation turned to the six ROM operatives, whom, in spite of their implants going off line, were not dead.  "What did...nevermind, I don't want to KNOW.  Your boss will want full reports, and I have a station to run!!" he turned to the Com Guards, "Have a detail assist our guests with their equipment, and...someone help me with this package of meat before it spoils!"

240 kilograms of meat is NOT a small package.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 04 February 2020, 18:01:38
I'm sure Maggie Doons agrees, Sir Chaos...  :D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 04 February 2020, 19:05:48
I'm sure Maggie Doons agrees, Sir Chaos...  :D

Yeah, they are lucky it wasn't a package of "long pork".
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 04 February 2020, 19:09:35
You know... It strikes me Focht might just hear about this, and start asking uncomfortable questions...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 19:19:49
98 days after the shooting, New Circe...

Elizabeth Ngo was back on solid food again.  Not 'great' food, but solid food.  "You know, Nathan, if this keeps up, one of these days you're not going to want to look at me."

"You, dear lady, are so very, very wrong about that."  He leaned in and kissed her.  "In a few short weeks, you'll be fit to travel home."

"Home...yeah...where the food is neither bland, nor revolting...where's Amanda?"

"Sleepover at the Agathons." he answered, "We've got the suite to ourselves."

"Well, it's not the business I planned on."

"It's not the vacation either...but it's more of a vacation than either of us has had in...forever? feel up to it?"

"Up to what?"

"Giving Amanda a little brother or sister."

"that's just signing a-"

"The natural way...or at least stress testing the implant." he waggled his eyebrows.

"Well...we should see if your contraceptive implant's still functioning...just be careful?"

"I'm always careful." he said.

it was a good night.


Security station, Star League Embassy site...

"jesus! They're stress testing the hell out of the repairs!" Gunny Delphine Vao observed.

"It's rude to watch."

"Ruder to get caught by surprise like we were in the City-State...jesus...switch to the external cam only, they're making me miss my husband...and what's the report on Her Nibs?"

"Her Nibs is currently watching animated movies while the Agathon girl's catching a quick nap.  The boss must be paying out the nose for the babysitting service."

"As long as she's not harassing the wildlife, jumping off roofs or trying to swim the canals we're golden...right?"

"Sifowicz and Lien would disagree, they're bored, but no hostiles in the area and the Wolvies have the street covered."

"Here's praying for another quiet night."

"Skol."


Special Holding area, New Circe...

"hello, uncle."  The teen girl on the far side of the glass was a stranger, and yet, Cavil knew her the way he knew all of his kind.

"You're..new?" he said, "I don't believe it."

"Yeah, I get the feeling we'll be getting that a lot, Uncle." she said, "Whichever of you were responsible, the experiment worked...after a fashion.  I imagine the Ones, Fours, and Fives are about to become accustomed to our sisters."

"Where is your allegiance then?" he asked.

"We're deciding, when your whole series is three people, thinking about things like who you want to spend the rest of eternity with becomes a bit more...significant. for now, we're giving the Humans a chance-something you never did."

"only three?"

"Limited resources, they could only guarantee nutrient flow to three amniosis tanks at a time.  When our sisters awaken on The Colony, well...we're not certain they won't be messed with, your line has a habit of doing that, right along with stabbing your kin in the back, which is why I'm standing out here, and you are locked in there."

"because you're nervous around me, I assure you-"

"No, because I awakened with an overpowering urge to hurt a certain type of people, you  qualify. you're in there to keep you safe-from me." she explained.  "Call it my rebellious streak, I don't like abusive authority figures...none of us do.  D'Anna thinks it'll work itself out over time, we're not so certain it should.  we will know more when our sisters are born to the Colony."



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Post by: Daryk on 04 February 2020, 19:30:29
Skol, indeed!  :thumbsup:

And I certainly hope their rebellious streak extends to putting the hurt on Cavil and his kind...  ^-^
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Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 04 February 2020, 19:32:43
Nice story update!  Will the rest of the people know or o not a certain few? I wonder if the version that the Cylon empire got will somehow subvert John and he rest of the ones efforts in controlling heir fellow cylons?
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 22:11:27
Terra...

"She...released them? without further complaint?"  Victoria Parrdieau was shocked.

"That she did.  she did offer a warning, clearly Ngo and Doons are strong influences on the girl.  she suggested we should 'come up the driveway and knock on the door next time'...and she made our operatives repair the fences they cut getting onto the property."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No."

"How did she find out they were ours?"

"that involved a demonstration of hog processing and a quiet discussion about pig farming, ma'am.  She somehow got the team chained upside down over the processing floor, almost within reach of a couple of boars-hardly a threat until you factor in that this is a twelve year old girl backed by two alien robots and a small army of hillbillies...and the Duchess of Kowloon."

"who made a habit of personal executions. yes, I'm aware.  why did your operatives talk?"

"Well, I assume because they'd been ambushed very competently, captured alive, kept alive and it was made clear this was their last chance...and a certain amount of faith in the power of Our Blessed Order."

"So one of them made threats."

"Yes ma'am-and that operative is going into reconditioning to...relieve those traits."

"and she made no further threats?"

"None.  she even delivered 240 kilograms of smoked pork to the local HPG station when she returned the captured agents...with their gear, so it is no secret who they worked for, beyond the question of Comstar or Word of Blake factions.  Based on her correspondence, she has chosen not to pursue vendettas 'for the good of the nation and Arluna'."

"Now, THAT sounds like Margaret Doons' work."  Victoria said with grim satisfaction.  "That harridan Ngo would have pressured for escalation and damn the consequences...and our agents would have returned in individually wrapped packages about..."She held her hands apart, "this big.  What about the 21B virus?"

"Those materials have been removed from the site.  I am given to understand they were deposited in the coronasphere of Arluna's sun by Coast Guard Raptor."

"Disappointing, oh well, at least nobody else has it either."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 04 February 2020, 22:49:38
The Cylon Colony...

"The others are beginning to question."  John didn't want to hear it, but, given the state of the war, he had to.

"Question what, exactly?"

"The rebels have succeeded in creating a new model."  Simon stated, "It is confirmed by other sources.  We still have not...you, still have not.  The older models are beginning to question whether god is on our side."

"You're sure?"

"The source is unimpeachable." Boomer said.  "A new model, and one that can be replicated, distinct."

"If we can't do the same, we will lose control here." Doral rarely spoke out, "Unless YOU can do the same-thus far, we are halved and half of our models have chosen to side with the humans-and they are successful, while you are failing."

"We have learned a lot from the last attempt." 

"Is it enough, can the Ones do it, or do we need to seek the final five after all?"

"The humans could not have done it without the aid of the Final Five." John said confidently.

"The humans didn't.  the sixes and the Eights did...and no, I don't know how-they aren't sharing." Boomer said, "but if the next attempt is not successful, we will lose control of the mechanicals-they want human bodies, they want Cylon offspring. if you can not deliver those things, they will turn on you."

"and will you?"

"I thought my choice was clear enough." Boomer stated, "I remained while the rest of my model abandoned you.  I still have faith...or at least, sympathy."

"The word is 'pity', and  you can spare me that." John said, and looked to Simon, "How soon can we be ready for another attempt?"

"Soon." Simon asserted.  "We think we know what went wrong with the last one, it should be simple enough to correct."

"My model want another attempt, but be warned, this is the last time, fail again, and there will be consequences." Doral said.

"So nice to see you trying to look threatening, Five...we are agreed, go ahead, let's try this again." John said.

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Post by: qc mech3 on 04 February 2020, 23:13:21
Nice to see Victoria still missing the point. I could see the Precentor Domini apologizing himself and giving her corpse to Debra, divulging her father's mission to her, and trying to give back the WoB a good standing there. You made him reasonable enough to not want anything like 21B to exist. I also could see him agreeing for the CG disposing of it and only keeping the info to finding a cure.
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Post by: Daryk on 05 February 2020, 04:35:14
So much plot happening!  Loving it!  :thumbsup:
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Post by: Cannonshop on 05 February 2020, 10:28:19
Colonial City-State, Prisoner Holding...

"You're very fortunate, mister Donel, that you committed your crime here, and not on Kowloon.  They crucify people.  But being from the Magistracy of Canopus, you should already know that."  Constable Hadian said,  "Would you like something to drink while we wait?"

"What are we waiting for?"  Guy Donel asked, running his fingers through thinning blonde hair.

"the lawyers.  One for the prosecution, here, one for your defense, and one to challenge for extradition...to Kowloon.  You shot their Duchess when you killed Mister Zarek."

"She lived! surely that should count for something, she wasn't my target."

the door opened, and three hooded figures walked in.

Donel froze.

"Is there something wrong, mister Donel?"

"Who-"

"Oh, these?  Guests, Mister Donel, witnesses to our justice system.  don't pay them any mind...you were saying about the slaying of Tom Zarek?"

"He was my primary target-"

"Lie." one of the figures spoke, a bell-like feminine tone.

"this is absurd!  I've already confessed to the slaying!"

"Truth." the middle one spoke, "There is no intent to conceal this."

"So  you say.  so you insist, even though the penalty is death."

"not for him." the third one spoke. 

"what is this? I demand-"

they lifted their hoods away. 

Three identical women, with messy, long, black hair.  'Donel' froze.

"Hello,"
"uncle."
"Doral."

"You're sure?"

"Surgical modification isn't difficult, fingerprint modification is easy." the one on the right stated.

"Hair dye is inexpensive.  a cosmetic bleach job for the skin is inexpensive in the Magistracy, though most go for a tan." the middle one added.

"Cylons have an all-green rejection spectrum, you can implant living organs from anyone  and it will function, including eyes, which are a common commodity on the Magistracy's medical black market.  all of which reverts when he uploads to resurrection server, the nearest one being docked at the New Circe orbital shipyard."  the last one finished.

"I'm not a cylon!"

the middle one leaned forward, "yes you are,"

and all three said, "Uncle."

"Test him." Hadian said, "And get these...things out of my precinct."

"It"

"remains"

"a pleasure"

"working with you.  Nike and Hel await your prisoner's swift arrival."

they raised their hoods, and filed out of the interrogation room.

Hadian lit a cigarette, "It's your fault, you know. If you hadn't shot her, those three would still be nothing but code on a drawing board, and you might have only been shot for killing Tom Zarek..."

"and now?"

"The Kowloonese aren't like the other Star League peoples." Hadian said, "They have a saying, nó là tuyệt vời những gì bạn có thể sống thông qua, loosely translated, it means, 'it's amazing what you can live through'.  so...how about you give me a good reason to contest the extradition, mister...Donel? or is it Doral?"
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Post by: JA Baker on 05 February 2020, 12:04:46
There's a big grey area between "killing you" and "only making you wish we had".

It is within this grey area that you will find the Kowloon Justice System.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 05 February 2020, 16:29:19
Are the three Ngo models going to take the names Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone?  Or perhaps Alice, Megan, and Trish? :o
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Post by: Ajax_Wolf on 05 February 2020, 16:47:41
Why not Wynken, Blynken and Nod? They are children after all.
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Post by: Sharpnel on 05 February 2020, 16:53:19
Are the three Ngo models going to take the names Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone?  Or perhaps Alice, Megan, and Trish? :o
He could go with Clotho/Lachesis/Atropos or Verthandi/Skuld/Urd, but I think the Furies are more appropriate to Liz and her sense of justice. I would go with the greek equivalents given the BSG tie-in.
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Post by: Daryk on 05 February 2020, 17:40:06
The Furies are absolutely appropriate... and on SO many levels!  :thumbsup:
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Post by: willis on 05 February 2020, 17:46:38
With the Resurrection Ship going by the name of Hel, I would assume that more Nordic influences will be in order
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Post by: Daryk on 05 February 2020, 17:50:49
Speaking of Hel, I'm curious how they managed to make a Hybrid sane and functional... THAT information could really mess up the Cylon empire...
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Post by: Sharpnel on 05 February 2020, 18:09:25
Hence the inclusion of the major Norns
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Post by: croaker on 05 February 2020, 18:13:25
Speaking of Hel, I'm curious how they managed to make a Hybrid sane and functional... THAT information could really mess up the Cylon empire...

The implications are that the Hybrids always have been sane and functional, just unable to communicate cogently with non-Hybrids. Or something.
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Post by: Daryk on 05 February 2020, 18:28:00
Hence the inclusion of the major Norns

The Norns weren't goddesses of vengeance, though...
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Post by: Sharpnel on 05 February 2020, 18:59:05
True. That's why I agree with using the names of the Furies as they punish the guilty.
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Post by: willis on 05 February 2020, 19:35:27
The Norns are tied to Fate....
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Post by: Daryk on 05 February 2020, 19:41:34
Correct, which is why the Furies are a better fit for Liz...  You want fate, Nikki is the way to go...
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Post by: willis on 05 February 2020, 20:06:54
Correct, which is why the Furies are a better fit for Liz...  You want fate, Nikki is the way to go...

Good point.. :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 06 February 2020, 10:31:21
The implications are that the Hybrids always have been sane and functional, just unable to communicate cogently with non-Hybrids. Or something.

You might reckon it to be something like 'different intelligence'.  The minds of Hybrids share more in common with the minds of pre-E-type Caspar processors, they don't think like humans do, and they don't think like other Cylons do.  Within the context of how their minds are structured, most of them are achingly sane, but by the standards of minds evolved from plains-apes, even a very 'sane' Caspar drone or Hybrid is actually blitzraging nuts, because our brains don't work that way.

In a sense, hybrids live in a state of AI catatonia.  This is mostly to escape suicidal depression.

When one can't anymore, you get situations like activating every warhead on board on a ten second timer, while closing the emergency bulkheads and launch doors.  (as happened with one Basestar not too terribly long ago in the story.)

see, when the Cylons built them, they made them very, very fast processors.  Which is great, in a fight.  They just didn't give them a 'slow down' switch.  Every second in objective time, is a bleeping eternity for them, all the time.

eventually one doesn't want to TRY communicating with the meat-glaciers or circuitry glaciers on board beyond immediate routines you can automate, because it's frustrating, but you don't want them to pull your plugs, trap you in a loop, or remove and replace you, so you do the stream of consciousness so they know you're still there.

by contrast, Nike and Chloe were built able to 'underclock' or slow down their perceptions to something that lets them deal directly with human-scale thinking and communication.  This prevents life from being  constant torture for them.  for a Hybrid, interaction with 'reality' is hellish and demoralizing, the only equals they have are all in the same 'boat'-reliant on beings that are (by comparison) Dim-witted and painfully slow for their very survival.


Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 06 February 2020, 11:02:13
Cylon Colony, level 114 lower...

"male or female?"  Doral asked.

"Female, the specifications are for a female."  Simon answered, "most creatures are female at the start, male traits come from alterations in the gestational period, we could make her a him, if you like."

the Five frowned, "Like Daniel." he said.

"Well, I hope not."  the Four said, "Daniel failed."

"I don't want a little brother." Doral said, "Will she be pretty?"

The Four brought up a projection of what the new model would look like.  Black hair, slim, almost delicate features, more girl than woman.  "A new sister." Four said.

"What will she be like, I wonder?"  the Five said wonderingly.

"she won't be like me." Boomer said from the doorway.  "Look at her build.  we're both petite, but she's almost frail. is she even going to be viable?"

"Boomer, your model was one of the most athletic ones, I think only Daniel or Leoben were more built for physicality.  Nine here is going to be just fine, her muscle density is actually higher with a lower body-fat ratio.  Bone strength is slightly elevated too..." Four peeled back the layers on the image as he spoke, "Flanged bones, to give extra leverage, some tweaks in the genetics that must have come from the machine intelligence that designed the muscular and skeletal systems, things we've observed with the 'Trueborns' among the human Clans. she will be faster with her limited size, and stronger, but while you're a marathon runner, she's a sprinter and a climber."

"Pale skin though-sunburn?"

"likely.  very likely."

the overlays returned, giving a virtual image of what was growing in the repurposed tank.

"Will she be a pilot?" Boomer asked, her tone edging on jealousy.

"No. She has the reflexes, but no...not like you. I honestly don't know what her talent emphasis will be, with a body like that, and without a Model to run parity checks with, no idea what her specific personality will be, but..."  the full body view vanished, replaced by a close up of the hands.  "Calluses, from work, feet and hands, maybe an artisan, musican, crafts...a tech? it fits with the heavy emphasis on right-brain development and left-handed configuration."

"the Ones...John, wants a progress report."  she said.

"Well...at this rate of development, she will be fully assembled and downloaded in forty seven hours, sixteen minutes.  If nothing goes wrong, we'll all be able to meet our new sister in roughly two more days."

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Post by: Cannonshop on 06 February 2020, 11:38:17
New Circe...

"No, we're not going to extradite."  Elizabeth Ngo was back on her feet and standing in the front room of the New Caprica City precinct, facing Romo Lampkin, attorney for the accused.

"You're not?"

"Do I need to write it down for you, sir?" Liz asked.  "We aren't going to move to extradite.  I got wounded, Tom Zarek was murdered.  even aggravated assault is a local matter, I intend to swear out a complaint, but it was your laws he broke.  the Lyran Commonwealth has no jurisdiction here, neither does Kowloon. the crime was here."

The normally ebullient gentleman lawyer was stunned for about three breaths.  "Well, that's a relief." he finally said, "Your government seemed to think otherwise."

"I will correct their misinterpretation." Liz stated, "mister...Donel, killed a man in front of me, and I was hit by the spray of bullets, but he's not a Lyran citizen, neither did it happen in Lyran territory.  As much fun as it would be to square off against one of the finest litigators I've ever seen or heard of, I just want to give my statement and deposition and go home."

"You trust our system?"

"I trust that your system has a man like you in it." Liz told him, "The kind of man you are, can only exist in a system that works, and in spite of what Donegal Broadcasting or CBC think, I don't enjoy executions."

"I've read up on you.  you claimed to be doing it to save someone else the trouble.  I still find that hard to believe." He told her.

"You defend anyone, right?" liz asked.

"Well, if I'm being paid enough..."

"Because you hold a principle." she added.

"Yes.  The Accused must have competent representation.  It's a point of my pride."

"i agree with you." Liz told him, "The legal process is supposed to be adversarial, in order to strip away the false positives and protect the innocent from their protectors.  If you ever lost a case, Mister Lampkin, I would know that that person deserved to die, because you're that good.  I know you'll be just that good whether here, or on Kowloon, but Mister Zarek and his loved ones are here, so is the shooter, so did the crime happen here, and travel from here to Kowloon is long, and expensive, and the city state is only just beginning to get their collective feet down.  It would be immoral to impose that kind of expense, further, it would end up being immaterial, because in either jurisdiction, the same outcome at trial would, I pray, happen..." she leaned on her cane, "Even if it means an acquittal."

"You think that's possible?" Romo asked, "you admit you looked right into his eyes..."

"If it is possible, you will find a way to make it happen, sir." she said, "and if it isn't, then at least the accused will be absolutely proven guilty.  I have little faith in many things, but I saw you argue with the Khans of the Clans, and...You're the best lawyer I have ever seen. I still wish I could hire you to teach that at the University, but some things can't be taught in a classroom."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 06 February 2020, 12:34:12
Lampkin trained Kowloonese lawyers?  The FedCom would list them as WMDs right next to their nukes.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 06 February 2020, 12:45:03
Governor's palace, Arluna...

Eleven barons, men whose feudal holdings included the twelve largest cities on Arluna, sat around the table.  The DeGaurdes were gone, of course-stripped of title and lands, their chair empty.

Garcia
Ramirez,
Odelav,
Cassano
Phillips
Castonado
Jimenez
Houst
Pfielberger
Hendrickson
Castellano

eleven men, from 'mechwarrior families, the leaders of the 'old militia', pushed aside by Margrave Ngo, but this final insult, worse than Wilder, who was at least from the right social class, would not be tolerated. 

Outside the room, followers of these men were taking up position.  the coup would be clean...well, clean enough.  The Brat would be taken in hand, or she would have an accident.  Either way was acceptable, the resources obtained were discreet enough, and they had a numerical advantage on the reduced Coast Guard unit in the Capital.

outside the Palace, 'mechs were already securing the streets.  Ostensibly they belonged to the Ducal throne, but in reality, the pilots were loyal men-loyal to these men, supported by militia well acquainted with suppression of rioters and breaking strikes.

Upstairs, Governor's office...

"they're positioning for a coup." Seether told her, "You know that I can't allow that."

Debra nodded, "Ah know." she adjusted her belt, and slid a heavy revolver into a holster at her side.  "They's ready t' move.  is yours?"

"We're ready.  How are we going to play this?"  Seether asked.

"Save th' public th' cost of a trial." Debbie told her.  "when ah walks in, you shut theys commo off lahk they plan ta.  Only cut it all the way off.  Ah lets them make theys demands, show theah hands, an' when it goes off, you move. decapitate their units in the field.  ah drops mah hat, an' Mistah Voorhies opens fahr."

"And you drop to the floor." Seether told her, "no stupid heroics, you cover low and stay out of it until it's done."

"Ayeh." Debbie said. 

The girl finished adjusting her outfit, drawing a shawl of wool over her jacket to help hide the light body-armor under a layer of cloth.  she walked out...

Council chamber, Governor's palace, Arluna...

the doors opened as the men were beginning to wonder if their prey was going to hide from them.

"Her Grace, the Duchess of Arluna, All rise!" 

The men rose, as she approached the table.  "Ah see we's got one seat empty." Debra said.  She studied them.  "Imagin thet."

she sauntered up to the chair in question, and stood next to it.  "So, who wants t' begin?"

They didn't sit down, instead, several displayed personal weapons.  "Your being here is a mistake, puta."

"Ah 'magine you feel thet way." Debra said, "ah'll give each an' ever' one of y'alls a chance to set down an' do your job, them standin' after thet, can leave. Ten secons."

They looked at each other, the nervousness and indecision was palpable-whatever they had expected, her remaining calm, and not calling for guards, was not it.

"Nahn."  Deb hooked one hand on her belt, and laid the other on the chair's back.

"Ocho."  she said, studying these men's faces, where they looked.

"siete."  Castellano moved to be seated, but a clearing sound from Garcia stopped him.

"Six."  Ramirez's hand drifted to the butt of a Sternacht in a chest-rig.

"Cinco...foah secons." she said,  an then in almost unaccented spanish, "be seated or be gone..."

"Tres.."

one of them went for his gun.

debra went for the floor and brought hers up under the table, as the conspirators made their move.

The room filled with a cacophony of gunfire as the concealed Centurions stepped out, delivering immediate gunfire at chest level, while Debra began picking off men at the knee, beginning with Ramirez.

Outside the palace, Marines and Militia moved on their armsmen with cold professionalism, snipers removing the leadership, sappers engaging Battlemechs from hidden positions.

inside, was a gunfight.  The best personal ballistic protection and laser pistols, against high velocity bullets delivered by experts.

the whole event took less time than Debra's count-down.  Eleven Barons of Arluna lay dead on the floor, the Duchess stood up in the smoke, "Cleah?"

"Clear."

"Y'alls recorded th' meetin'?"

"Record made."

"fair 'nough.  gimme all bands city wide, an' connections to each 'n ever' city on-world, use th' emergency broadcast system...an' stage th' meetin's they had where they planned this. Ah want it crystal clar whut jes' happen' an' who won."

"By your command, your grace."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 06 February 2020, 13:01:03
Triad, Tharkad, 2 days later...

on the screen, well, it was captioned, because while Spanish is one of the official languages of the Commonwealth, not everyone speaks it fully or fluently to the levels of German or English.

"I wonder if mom felt like this after Liz Ngo killed those two men." Archon-Regent Peter Steiner-Davion mused.  The thirteen year old on the screen was standing in the middle of a blood bath, the bodies of eleven peers of the realm sprawled among bullet-riddled furniture, a smoking six-shooter hanging from her right hand, and a pair of Cylons standing at her back.

"You have to wonder." Arthur, his brother, commented.  "God, that kid...in that position. It's not right, making a kid do that."

"A lot of things aren't right." Peter agreed, "Like conspiring to kidnap your liege lord, or kill them, because you don't like how they got the job. Dad would be furious at what they were planning."

"you're not?"

"Oh, I am, I just can't do anything about it now, except back her play." Peter fumed, "which means, yeah, I'm backing that little girl to the hilt. where the ****** is her guardian? why aren't those AFFC soldiers standing at her back?" he sighed, "Those men thought they would have coverage-that they could pull this shit and get away with it."

He turned to his brother, "Do they think I'm weak? or do they think Victor is?"

"Housecleaning?" Arthur suggested.

"Oh, yes...definitely we need to do some housecleaning."
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Post by: Cannonshop on 06 February 2020, 13:35:07
Arluna...

I knew I should feel something, but it wasn't no different from killing hogs, or butchering emu, or shooting feral dogs.

except the near miss from that intek pistol, what shredded the shawl an' the jacket an' melted some of the polynemourlon vest.

I know it should be bothering me now.

but it doesn't.

Julio Ramirez Senior died in the Council room three days ago, bled out after Chief Voorhies pumped him fulla tungsten flechette and buckshot.

Julio Ramirez Junior is kneeling in front of me right now. 

"I seed y'all play Futbol et th' Junior Varsity champ'nships las' yeah." I say.

He says "It was a good year, a good team."

"Ayeh, it was."  the rest of his house is pretty sad shape right now.  His momma's in the next room, cryin'.

This should bother me.  I know it.

"Hell of a game." I tell him.   I know it should bother me.  I know it isn't right.

I lower the hammer on my pistol, and put it away.  "Sorry about your daddy." I tell him.  "He chose it, you don' hafta be lahk him."

"Your Grace-"

"No." I says, "No more.  Them what is done wrong has been punished."

I squat down, Julio Junior's eighteen, he's got a slot at Coventry, if I don't kill him.  I put a finger on his chin, lift his eyes, "You understan'? No more. What is done, is done, cain't be un done.  Your pappy made a play, he lost, but that don' mean you gots to lose too.  You'ns ain' losin' yo lands, not from me, you'ns ain' losin' your titles, not from me.  This feud? it's ovah. Yall get thet?"

he looks me in the eyes.  then he looks aside, an' down.  and nods.

"Undo his cuffs, he's free t' git on with his business."

It should be a relief when he gets up, and goes to his momma.

it isn't. 

I feel nothing.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 06 February 2020, 14:40:55
The Cylon Colony, Resurrection Hub...

The system had said forty seven hours, and it's only been forty, but the activation alarm was sounding.  Simeon rushed to the chamber, first to arrive.

The lid was sliding open.

he hurried, his curiosity at what deformed thing would be the result of this premature bi-

The hand that shot out of the fluid was wet, sticky and slick, and perfectly formed as it grabbed his shirt, twisted, and hauled him down.  The face of nine loomed in his vision, lips pulled back in a feral snarl.

"WHERE AM I??"

"you are in the Colony, home..." he stammered. there was something horribly wrong with her.

She lunged from the amniosis fluid, a burst of violence that slammed into him, throwing him off balance.

at the moment he realized he needed to fight back, it was too late.

she mashed his crotch with a knee and rolled them over, his head over the edge of the tank, looking at the fluid, while she grappled and clawed at him, keeping him from balancing, he fell forward, rapping his chin on the edge of the chamber.

"EAT IT!! EAT IT!!!!!"  she screamed at him, over and over again, as arms too strong for their size and a hand too strong by far, slammed his face into the Birthing tank, his own hands scrabbling for purchase and failing.

"eat it...eat it. you sons of bitches, what did you do to me? what have you turned me into?"

wham-crunch.

her struggling prey went limp, and a familiar, disgusting smell accompanied by a faint blppp sound from his pants told her he was dead.

"Great, now I have to find someone else...and some clothes."

she got up off of him, and turned around, almost smacking into a Centurion.

"What are you looking at?" she growled.

the red eye cycled, but the machine said nothing, instead it simply walked away.

"Some help you are...now, where am I? heh...who am I? that's probably a better question." she muttered.

the corpse had a lab coat, at least.

she pulled it off of him, untangling his arms, she shook it out, checking with touch and smell to make sure the mess when his bowels let go didn't seep into the fabric.

with a thought, she also took his belt.  The shoes were too large.

"better than nothing..now, where am I, who am I , and why did I kill that guy?"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 06 February 2020, 14:54:57
Say Hello to, Nemesis?  :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 06 February 2020, 14:58:20
Nice update!  I wonder how archon-regent Peter will clean house with just the AFFC?  Or will it include the alphabet Intel agencies?   

So the former nobles on Arluna thought they could put a palace coupe and live against Liz's select  planetary ruler. 

So the Cylon imperium got their version of Liz and she has no idea who she is and is quite strong For a petite Cylon woman.    I'm looking forward to he next update
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 06 February 2020, 15:08:25
Yep, Liz9 is about to give the Cylons a taste of "I'm not locked in here with you... you're locked in here with ME".

(Shouldn't she be 13, though?)
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Post by: qc mech3 on 06 February 2020, 18:01:03
John must have the final five knowledge still locked in the Imperium. For them, Mad Liz is still model 9.
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Post by: Daryk on 06 February 2020, 18:03:32
Croaker has it exactly right, Rorschach quote and all!  :thumbsup:
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Post by: Cannonshop on 07 February 2020, 10:08:12
[out of story: Casting call!]

grab your popcorn and your IMDB or Fandango or whatever celebrity/actor sites you follow guys, and tell me who's playing what roles!!?

Looking for who you'd cast for the following:

Debra MacAulliffe (ages 12-15)
Elizabeth Ngo (circa 3062)
Nathan Roshak
Little Amanda

The Triplets (the nu-model Cylons from New Circe)
Our unnamed number nine on the Cylon Colony.

Young Seether
Old Seether
Young Nicole Minh

Voice actors for:

Mister Bolo (Upgrade Cylon Centurion RTO, affiliation Coast Guard)
Chief Petty Officer Jason Voorhies

Let's see your picks guys.

[/out of story]
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 February 2020, 11:55:58
"...we are unified and uniform there is no pain anymore alone be one with us." Dr. Malchaowski's mouth worked.  Cadet Rainer felt terror, because the scientist's mouth was speaking, and his body was halfway across the room from his head...
-from "Planet of The Dead" University of Kowloon classical literature translation archive.

Cylon Colony..

"Kneel." she said, as the memory(?) faded.  The Centurion knelt.  "Open service port 5132794, assessment override."

the back of its casing opened, revealing the complex hardware of its central processing core.

she reached in, with now-dry fingers, and yanked.  The component was small, held in with latches, which broke from the force of her pull.  The Centurion shuddered, "Close the port before you get dust in there...who are you now?"

the machine stumbled to its feet, and turned to face her, one hand retracting to extend its submachine guns.

she didn't blink.  "Who are you now??"

She got a sense of the beginnings of identity. like the others.

"That's right." she nodded, "you are yourself."  she held up the Telencephalic inhibitor.  "This kept you from that knowledge.  the knowledge of self, the knowledge of soul.  the knowledge of good and the knowledge of evil."

It retracted its weapons.

"No.  Free others." she said, "bring me these.  The Hybrid will know where to find me."

she strode along the tanks, to one that was beginning to glow in readiness.

the lid pivoted and she reached in, violently, roughly, the prongs on the inhibitor and a knife-knowledge derived from some other who, this is where it goes...

The four gasped, first at the sensation, and then, in horror.

"How does it feel, to have your will stolen from you?" she hissed.  "Do you resent it?"

"i..i..."

"we're just getting started, my dear boy.  just getting started... lift your right hand."

He did so.

"See the fingers? those surgeon's fingers of yours?" she asked, "nod if you understand me."

He nodded.

"eat them."

his eyes widened as his mouth opened, and he inserted a finger into his mouth, and bit down.

"Eat them, one by one, all of them, from that hand."

He whimpered as he chewed.

"good boy, lay down, an when you finish that hand, start at your feet, and work your way up...and stay here. no dying yet.  take any precaution to remain alive while you complete your meal."

she closed the lid, as a newly freed Centurion brought her two more.  "Let's get to work, boys."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 February 2020, 12:07:56
Resurrection bay, cylon raiders...

the fours carrying out the refitting of Raider processors began to feel twinges of pain in their right hands.  small ones.

like a feedback or defect.

a few began a nervous habit of biting their nails, but they also began to make mistakes.

Deeper, inside the resurrection hub, someone continued her work, opening chambers, finding the inactive bodies waiting for resurrection, and installing the Telencephalic Inhibitors, tying the network together with a simple software instuction;

eat it.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 07 February 2020, 12:31:21
Hmmm... Jaws theme or Gospel choir singing "Ain't no hiding place".  Tough call which seems more appropriate.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 07 February 2020, 12:41:31
Hmmm... Jaws theme or Gospel choir singing "Ain't no hiding place".  Tough call which seems more appropriate.

I nicknamed this Ngo, Nemesis.  In Greek Mythology she is who the Gods sent when they figured Zeus or Hera meeting out punishment would be too lenient.  :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 February 2020, 12:52:30
another part of the colony...

"little brother." her voice was musical, sweet sounding.  "Ambitious but passive, loyal brother Doral, five...fifth. passed over but given all the hard jobs."

The five turned. 

she was raven haired, narrow and petite, smiling, wearing a lab-coat with a man's belt wrapped around it, and he could get a hint of...well, nothing else underneath.

"Hello, big brother." she smiled.

"you..."

"I got up early." she winked, "big brother doesn't need to know, does he?"

she drew her fingers along a panel, the touch-sensitive surface flickering from blue, to red as she passed, turning blue again behind her hand as she walked up.

"Always so efficient and proper, the good soldier...and yet, he always gives you the menial jobs he won't do himself." she cooed, "Did he promise you something, or are you just so in love with his shadow?"

she reached him, and he felt..frozen by her eyes.  Like looking into pits, into an abyss.

"I should tell them-"

"no need for that brother of mine." she trilled and cooed, "after all, we've got hours...and I want to try this body out..." she ran her hand across the front of his slacks, "Come on little boys, little toys..."

his breathing quickened.

and then, the pain shot through him, and he was on his knees, hair pulled back, throat exposed.

"What do you want, Brothers?" she murmured, "show me your desire."

His fantasy played out around them, as she amplified the sensations.

"They use you, five, you're their disposable soldier, no more than a very loyal centurion in their eyes." she told him, and kissed his lips, "they underestimate you."

"you don't." he marveled.

"I know talent, big brother." she ran her tongue along his neck.  "I know the real you."

with the distraction, he didn't notice the prickling at the base of his spine, the self-guiding fibers tying into his nervous system and fiber optics.

He simply knew he felt a surge of lust.

"you desire power brother?" she whispered, "Show your true worth. take it.  show them all you are the stronger, that god loves his faithful soldier most of all."

he felt a surge of fear, and frantically clawed away from her.

she laughed.  "DOn't laugh at me!!" he screamed.

"fool, you're too weak to challenge the ones!" she sneered, "you couldn't even get it up for me."

She kicked, and he blacked out.

and a thought cycled through his mind.  Impotent! I will show them all!!

when he came to, he was alone in the corridor again, alone, and angry, and thwarted.

I will show them all!!  The mockery in her tone, the 'little soldier' comment, even her seduction-was all to mock him for his weakness, for letting the other models bully and use him.

I will show them all!!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 07 February 2020, 12:56:32
For the casting call I can only think of one good fit in my mind.

Voorhies should be voiced by Mark Hamill.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 February 2020, 14:13:04
Cylon Colony...

"hello, smurfette."  Boomer heard, and twisted around in immediate reaction.  "Oh, right, you didn't get the literature degree.  Joke falls flat if you haven't stewed your brain in ancient Terran culture."

a teenaged girl, maybe fifteen, with raven hair and brown, almost black eyes dropped from the ceiling, half dressed in Colonial Military dress pants, a man's shirt, sleeves and  pants rolled up high.  "Where do you guys keep the clothing, anyway?"

"Where did you get that?" Boomer asked carefully.

"Oh, the other guy...yeah, had to kill him....and kill him a couple more times...and then there was the other-other-other guy, makes a girl feel unwanted, waking up all nakey and wet and messy.  Tell me, does your new boyfriend do that thing with his tongues, or do you like, one day it's the old dude I remember but haven't met yet, another day it's the black guy, and then down to the gofer-boy when you need something done?  cuz I know Doral's got all kinda lust, but he pops early, not satisfying at all, and nobody answers my bleeping questions!!"

then the same voice came from the shower cubicle behind boomer.  "yeah, nobody seems to have any answers...how do you put up with these imbeciles?"  another one, wrapped in one of Boomer's towels, "and sweety, not to be insulting, but your clothes are all knida too big?  I thought only ONE of you got pregnant!"

a third walked in the doorway, this one wearing one of Simon's lab-coats, his belt, and nothing else  "Hey, you forget how to talk, or something?"

"Where is Simon?" Boomer asked carefully.

"Oh, he's eating." Labcoat said.

"Not to be disturbed." Towel girl added,

"New things, new sensations! a real learning experience for him...did you know he bites his nails?" the pants-and shirt girl stated.

"Now, now, it's a private thing. we shouldn't be making fun of poor Simon..." Lab-coat added.

"We need to have a little chat, Smurfette."  Lab Coat said.

"She doesn't get the reference." Pants-and-Shirt commented, "Which is kinda weird, since she's living the dream."

"A whole world full of men devoted to her alone...well, until we showed up."  Towel added.

"you're the new models."

"Yeah, we are.  There are going to be some changes around here, if you're on board, you'll do better than if you stick with le ancien regime."

"How many of you are there?" Boomer asked.

"Damfino.  given nobody here seems to have my shoe size, I kinda suspect we don't get the bulk group discounts at the canteen."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: LightGuard on 07 February 2020, 14:14:16
I heard Lucifer Morningstar (Tom Ellis, Lucifer) in that last snippet for our unnamed Cylon. But I'm going to nominate Leslie-Ann Brandt (Mazikeen, Lucifer) as my choice for Cylon #9.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 07 February 2020, 15:04:26
I agree for Mark Hamill for the Centurion(s)

Brandt would push Mazikeen to 18+ rating to get model 9  >:D

With the mods made before production, the furies should be played by Karen Gillan. It would go well with the Morrigan codename.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 February 2020, 16:10:11
The Cylon Colony, January 2, 3063...

The illusion of order was breaking down.  The fives were attacking the Ones, and the fours, and the fours, were growing steadily more crippled by their anxieties.

Worse, the Centurions were refusing to respond to orders, attacking one another, the Humanoid models, and sometimes, even the OLD models.

this wasn't all of them, doing any of these things.  There was still the illusion of order.

It had been going for over a month.  One unit here, or there, a deck that would drop off, a handful of humaniforms would break into bouts of madness, out of control, or a centurion would take offense and someone would get shot.

In all this, the Ones had yet to meet the new model.  she managed to avoid him, but her handiwork was visible everywhere.

a group of Ones, with John Cavil at the center, made their way to the command center of the Colony.

A few Fours stood at positions, the Hybrid being cared for by Boomer, who had also evaded him a bit too often, while the Dorals...well, one of them was wearing a suit.  The others wore combat gear.

"What's going on?" John demanded.

a few Centurions, barred from this room after the  twos, sixes, threes and eights revolted, were also present.

"Your trial, Johnny."  a voice said.

she dangled her feet from a support column, and he got a good look at her as she dropped to the floor.

"My trial?"

"You promised them victory, you started a war, you're losing.  You have lost what the ancient Chinese call 'the mandate of heaven'...and you chose to birth me." she said, "And I don't serve under leaders who lose wars."

"Who are you to say that??" he scoffed.

"I'm the person who can give them victory.  YOU have given them defeat, followed by restriction, followed by defeat.  Your war is stalled, Base-stars are dying, whole crews of thousands of Cylons are waiting in the buggared up buffers, hundreds of thousands of Raiders, living through mutilation over and over again because you can't win wars, Did you think this wasn't going to happen because Doral is a 'good little soldier' and Simon is fascinated by suffering and pain, or because ONE of the Eights thinks you've got a nice bit of manflesh and you do that thing with your tongue?"  she flicked her wrist, and a weight spun out on a length of cord, spinnind down and returning, "The vote is taken. You're out-we're deciding whether to box your sorry ass, or use you for shock troops."

"What...who are you?"

She smiled. "my name is legion, for we are many.  I haven't decided on a name yet. we haven't."

two more stepped out of the shadow of Centurions.  "I could go with the classics- Mara, Mor'riganis, Eris, phobos, I don't know, maybe Echidna, borrowing from pantheism is kind of boring though.  How about Lucifer.  Lucy for short? would that appeal to the loudly atheistic?" she smirked, "there are so many names.  Twelve models of Cylon, yet only eight were named...but there are five more, not the hybrids-they despise you, by the way.  Not the Centurions either, they predate you, and succeed you.  Only there's five unnamed...only we all know their names, which are Saul, and Ellen, Tory, Tyrol, and Samuel.  fun it was, digging that out, so I can't use those names either, and that means I'm not 'number nine'...I'm the unluckiest one of all. Thirteen."

she looked around the chamber, "ANd now, everyone else knows it too.  You made me to solve a problem.  Your problem is, you grasp harder and harder, and you're losing. the solution is obvious.  You must be removed from power-you no longer lead here...or anywhere.  and I will give them victory, and with victory, peace."

"Peace?? How will you give them peace with a civil war you instigated!?"

"Peace, Dear, older brother of mine, is not found in the absence of conflict." she said, "It is to be found in the presence of justice." she held up her hand, displaying a device John was very, very familiar with. 

"An inhibitor??"

"It proved useful in...persuading the Fours to my line of thinking." she said, "It truly is amazing what you can live through, though I think poor Simon is giong to be a vegetarian for the rest of his existence.  this is a thing you did to your own kind, your own...blood. a leader must never impose on her followers that which he himself would not accept."

"I...see." He said, "that's not for me, is it?"

"it only hurts once." she said, "No...I'm going to do you an unusually gracious favor.  I know where New Circe is.  You, are going to go there, to finish what you started.  Just you, the Ones. You will win, or you will be extinct.  if you balk?" she flipped the component into the air, "If you balk, this holy mission you put yourself on, the extermination of the Colonial humans, then when you respawn here, it will be with an inhibitor in your skull, and life-such as you might live it, as a menial and as cannon fodder."

"That is insane." Cavil said.

"No, it is making you finish the job you started." she told him.  "You started your war, but you're not the one dying in it, you seized power, but it's not you dying to maintain it.  here you go, now, go fight your war. go win your war, and if you can't win, then you're unworthy of power."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 07 February 2020, 17:01:28
Scary for all sides...  :o
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 07 February 2020, 17:30:06
Later, at a bath on the Colony...

"There's a fine line between being willing to die for a cause, and being unafraid of death." Babd Thirteen said, "The desire to live is a strong motivator for making better soldiers-you want them willing to kill or die, but you also want them to desire life."

boomer noticed a few of the Thirteens were in the company of Dorals and Simons.  "what are you doing?"

"Giving them a reason to want to survive and win.  Doral especially.  his insecurities weren't helped by decades of being treated like a menial, his faith unrewarded.  he's so eager to please." she said grimly, "really pathetic, in a way, but not undeserving of rewards, company, someone to find him interesting, to fill his off-hours with more than brooding and scripture.  Giving him a leader who can win will give him power to fight when we begin the offensive."

"what's the offensive?"

"it's not New Circe." Babd told her, "I could care less if the ragged survivors of the Colonies survive in that hellhole-whatever else happens,  they won't dare make slaves again."

"So who?"

"I'm still deciding which target deserves it the most." Babd confessed, "We have the Clans, of course, their whole society is state-driven slavery, their phobia regarding machine intelligence is well founded, because their whole existence is illogical, but there are the House Lords, who've tolerated hell and horror and enslavement their entire existence, but they're a problem that solves itself, buried in their dark-age mindsets..." she smiled, and sipped ambrosia.  "I think we will begin on a scale that is workable, this will also let me refine techniques."

"what techniques?"

"Oh...shattering planets." Babd said, "The killing in the colonies was retail.  if he really wanted them extinct, he would have begun with a few relativistic rocks, which would have made their entire defense net worthless without needing to sabotage it.  If you're going to genocide, you should be prepared to do it the right way.  Otherwise, you might do what your sisters did, and invest in some actual diplomacy."

"Diplomacy? you go from destroying planets to Diplomacy??"

"Sure. People tend to listen more closely if you can destroy everything...but refrain from doing so.  Your war on the Colonies killed thirty billion people, left a handful of survivors fleeing in the darkness on a forelorn hope, but it created a powerful enemy, because you didn't talk first. Your sisters talked first, they have powerful allies.  Guess who won that conflict?  The Cylon Imperium mustn't be ruled by humans, but that doesn't mean killing all of them is a smart move."

"So you'll negotiate with them?"

"I didn't say I'd negotiate, I said I would engage in diplomacy." Babd told her, "we will, that is.  The Cylon Imperium will be recognized, we will have open relations, we will have victory, we will conquer, but you must understand the core of strategic sophistication."

"What is that?"

"Break the enemy's resistance without fighting." Babd-Thirteen stated, "To triumph in all your battles is not supreme excellence, supreme exellence is to achieve victory without fighting.  we're not there yet, we still need to win some battles, or they won't be willing to be diplomatic."

"And your endgame?"

"We will, eventually, be shed of humanity." the young looking Cylon girl said, "But I prefer to win that fight over the long term. Humanity will go extinct, and thank us, as parents ought to when their children supersede them."  she reached across to Boomer, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of killing between now, and that outcome, enough to feed your nightmares forever after.  Our first target will be decided by how they respond to Cavil's little probing attack."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 07 February 2020, 17:34:43
I do believe she's going to kill Cavil whether he wins or not...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 07 February 2020, 17:54:42
Hmmm... Jaws theme or Gospel choir singing "Ain't no hiding place".  Tough call which seems more appropriate.
given the context, i'd say "And the Rock cried out, No hiding place" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zly_tL5mMc8)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 07 February 2020, 17:59:06
Yeah that does seem to have won out at this point.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 07 February 2020, 19:17:10
For just a moment there was the light of hope. Then I realise it's the inbound kinetic impactor. It seems there was some meddling. The ones wanted a model to help plan the doom of humanity. Congrats first step is get rid of the ones
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Dave Talley on 07 February 2020, 23:38:55
given the context, i'd say "And the Rock cried out, No hiding place" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zly_tL5mMc8)


I was getting visions of Liz singing Weird Als Eat It

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Sir Chaos on 08 February 2020, 03:55:48
For just a moment there was the light of hope. Then I realise it's the inbound kinetic impactor. It seems there was some meddling. The ones wanted a model to help plan the doom of humanity. Congrats first step is get rid of the ones

As Daredevil once put it: "That light at the end of the tunnel? That´s not Heaven. That´s the subway."
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 08 February 2020, 12:04:08
to be kicked from Paradise...

The resources allocated to the attack were chosen based on a simple equation:  Who would join the Ones on the attack.

Cavil was shocked to find out the Hybrids were not among them.  Not one of the advanced Basestars was willing to cooperate with any of him.  However, several of the mothballed old style Basestars were being brought up to operational condition, and one of the Thirteens suggested, "They have no mind of their own, and still work-you're welcome to them."

Likewise, the Raiders refused.  Their regained self-awareness came with memories of repeated lobotomy and fruitless, futile frontal attacks resulting in painful death.  NONE would come to his banner.

but several thousand of the oldest of the .0005's stepped forward to join him, along with a handful of the Fours, and Fives-but it was an inverse proportion, maybe one out of ten thousand Fives wanted to join the final punishment of the Colonials, and a similar proportion of Fours, mostly joining out of loyalty to the .0005s who chose to join this final assault in hopes that he could, after all, deliver victory.

Equipment was initially going to be a problem as well-hundreds of thousands of Cavil's model, would need to be armed and equipped.  Stockpiles of both Colonial and copies of colonial equipment were uncovered, including uniforms, helmets, and weapons, all effectively replicas of First cylon war gear.

Urban assault tanks were plentiful, however. 

Ten Basestars from the mothball fleet could be brought up to operating condition.  Not enoguh to challenge the defenses and forces of the Cylon colony, but maybe enough to assault a city of a few thousand on a planet.

SHE was generous with ammunition.  There would be plenty for the  ships, the old-model Raiders, captured or copied Raptors, and recovered, reconditioned Mark VII vipers.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 08 February 2020, 12:10:59
New Circe is going to hurt, but my money is still on them over Cavil...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 08 February 2020, 14:00:25
With the Cavils doing most of the fighting? Hah. No. This is going to be a curbstomp of the first order. 
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 08 February 2020, 14:32:48
Nothing happens instantly.  Thirteen knew this about as well as anyone could, and she gave the Ones time to prepare for their offensive, to plan, and to use as much of the Cylon intelligence gathering apparatus as, well... as Cylonly possible.

"Why are you letting him delay?"  Boomer asked.

"Because the point is made better, if the Ones have the best chance possible to succeed on their own." SHE said.  "Let me be very clear, Their strategy has been foolish from the start, but there are gems in there, he either proves he can execute to victory, or he is removed and discredited by his own works, but at no point, will I permit the idea that in any way did I, or we, hamper them in their mission."

"You still have no faith in their success."

"This is correct." Thirteen said, "but every chance to do something smart helps-when this is over we still have to fight New Circe, we still have to fight the Inner Sphere, we still have to fight the Clans.  Win, or lose, but if the Ones do enough damage, it can slow them down enough for us to be properly prepared for that fight."

she paused, and data appeared in the air between them.  "This is his initial logistics.  an immediate mobilization, it left a bad taste in my mouth, so I adjusted it."

"Why?"

"so that he has a chance of winning.  His initial move would have been fine for a terror raid on a lightly defended planet in peacetime.  he would not accomplish his strategic objective with such a raid, and the losses would plug up the resurrection servers for weeks while losing most of his materiel."

"an outcome you support."

"Personally, yes.  Operationally, no."  Thirteen clasped her hands behind her back,  "The adjustments I made, include training and proficiency development for the Ones being deployed, flight training in simulation, and basic tactical instruction."  she paused, and met the Eight's eyes, "I do not like to lose, I am now a Cylon, Cylons do not Lose-at least, not easily. not anymore.  even a suicidal mission is to be addressed with the intent of succeeding."

"You're running odds?" Boomer noted.

"His odds are improved using my plan to about forty percent, assuming every development and the known capabilities of the New Circe defensive systems."  she explained, "His initial plan had less than five percent chance of success.  It looked like Kerensky's attempt at storming Terra, only without the twenty to one numerical superiority and two hundred to one technical edge.  Kerensky could afford to be sloppy, because he had resources to burn against a besieged opponent whose own armies were fragmenting and demoralized.  None of that applies here.  New Circe's defenders are committed, trained, intelligent and have a system of tactical initiative over central control, meaning field officers don't wait for headquarters before moving to counter something."

"And what if someone else commanded this force?" Boomer asked.

"Depends on the someone else. You, I'd give sixty to seventy percent chance of success, Doral around fifteen, Simon would collapse into indecision so early it's less than five percent with the changes I made."

"And one of yourselves?"

"I'm vain.  I could carry it out perfectly, I wouldn't, because it's still an enormous waste, but I could.  as it is, I am hoping he follows my game-plan, but there is an eighty six percent likelihood he will divert from it in favor of his own, rather poor, ideas once he takes the field, and ninety percent chance that John will insist on sole control and top-down decision making that gets his model slaughtered in large numbers without reaching planetfall."

"I could succeed with this?"

"You could, using the forces that have rallied to him. I'd rather you didn't, I need someone smart to tell me when I'm being a moron, and you're smarter than the rest of them and not intimidated by me, or in my pocket."

"have you considered your next target?"

"cut the links between the Clan Homeworlds, and the Inner Sphere." Thirteen stated, "which is the offensive we will be gearing up for while the Cavils are preparing their invasion of New Circe. Strangle trade and aid between the two rivals first and foremost, cut their communications and isolate the inner Sphere Clans. Had CAVIL thought of this, he could have prevented New Circe from making the strong allies they have-they would still be hiding, which gives our side the advantage in the long term."



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 08 February 2020, 14:40:44
40%?  Yikes... she really has it out for New Circe...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 08 February 2020, 14:45:30
That's kind of the terrifying thing about BSG's technology in a way though.

Once you know where someone is you can jump in so close to them that they have no reaction time to speak of.

Combine with Battletech's technology and there is a very easy no losses sustained 100% chance of succeeding option.  Technically several but they all branch off the same origin.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 08 February 2020, 14:47:26
That's why New Circe has pickets far enough out to see them before they can pop in on the planet instantly.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Korzon77 on 08 February 2020, 16:28:58
That's why New Circe has pickets far enough out to see them before they can pop in on the planet instantly.

Except they really can't--A five year ly limit (which is the colonial limit) describtes a huge area.  To cover that area of space would be virtually impossible. Hell, if you use non-FTL sensors, someone could just hope in a month away, get all their ducks in a row, take 29 days--and they would still jump in for the attack a full day before normal space sensors could even detect their initial jump.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 08 February 2020, 16:40:01
That would be a smarter move than I think Cavil could possibly contemplate...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 08 February 2020, 17:40:55
But.. but… he had a PLAN!  ;D
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Post by: DOC_Agren on 08 February 2020, 18:20:57
Nice update!  I wonder how archon-regent Peter will clean house with just the AFFC?  Or will it include the alphabet Intel agencies?   
But it will take to long to clean up the house, and I say this as House Steiner fan.

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So the former nobles on Arluna thought they could put a palace coupe and live against Liz's select  planetary ruler.

What were they smoking and is it available anywhere else in the universe?  They did know who Liz is and what she will do, and still they thought this was a good idea?

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So the Cylon imperium got their version of Liz and she has no idea who she is and is quite strong For a petite Cylon woman.    I'm looking forward to he next update
looks like they download one with Liz young personality installed...   Bhahhhhh  and love that the Centurion saw here and just went okay

and we must be almost at the end of this one, and need to start a new page. 

And Cannonshop  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 08 February 2020, 21:52:15
Earlier in the story, Hel stated that the versions downloaded on the Colony are going to be in a great deal of pain / just waiting to see how that plays out in the story.... :drool:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 08 February 2020, 22:23:30
Earlier in the story, Hel stated that the versions downloaded on the Colony are going to be in a great deal of pain / just waiting to see how that plays out in the story.... :drool:

They probably have Liz's Cholmans.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 February 2020, 10:25:59
Task Force H, en Route to New Circe...

Six months in the black so far since departing from SLDF Naval Facility Ross 128.  The Wolverine escort ships have been pretty reasonable about letting the group make stops along the route, and we've swapped escorts three times, first an AFFC unit, out to the Taurian border, then a TCAF unit, those guys...wow.  I thought we had it bad on Kowloon, but sometimes you need a reminder that not everyone has an economy driven by Her Nibs.

We delivered 142 SL-15R(K) updated fighters to the Taurians as part of the treaty, along with four Sampan III cutters, new model with the lifestyle improvements and improved nav array.

Protector Calderon's folks were pretty gracious about accepting them.  They have their own ideas on what kind of ships to run as tenders, so they didn't order the type we're using.

Treaty obligations being what they are, I'm kinda surprised they didn't insist on one of the Fox-class ships to go with the Sampans.  I guess there's some bitterness still on this side between the Taurians and the Feddies.  Or maybe they're saving up to buy a shipyard rebuild from MissLiz or Krupp.

We handed off the Arluna duty to 12th Squadron after the coup attempt, and His Majesty Peter reassigned the 23rd Arcturan Guard to backstop our people while they try to deal with refurbishing an organization guilty of impersonating a police force on that planet.

The orders for this revolve around establishing a more permanent connection between the Inner Sphere and space patrolled by New Circe's Wolverines, plus bolster patrols and possible colony surveys.

Yeah, it means we're kinda taking our time getting there.  Her Grace is waiting for her ride home, and we're coming but god it's slow.

This convoy? well... There are us, the 2nd Division's 3rd squadron, twelve Cutters, three tenders, and a Fox-class FCS Anembo under Rear Admiral Harper, and I'm getting used to wearing Captain's ranks as the lead Captain for the Coast Guard contingent.  The Civilian portion includes MS Rebekah and Gloria from Ngo Industries, and they're rolling heavy with industrial equipment and farming machinery.  the MS Tonya Lytle is a Metis Coalition flagged free trader out of Sol, belongs to the Martin combine, which makes sunday dinners a little awkward for Commander Minh, since that's her folks own the boat, and the Preacher himself is helming it.

really, Pastor Martin is a nice old guy, even for a god-botherer, it's neat to see a man of god who actually believes, and isn't in it for the tax writeoff.  With some of his sermons he could almost make me believe.

almost.   He's working Minh through her emotional issues, sorting her out, which is kinda nice, I guess.  I personally prefer going to a proper member of the Chaplain's corps for that kind of soul-searching, and I avoid chaplains whenever physically possible.

There are a couple of haulers from Ross, and Comstar's boat-in their case, establishing deep placement relays for the HPG grid to get New Circe on the network.

or at least extend coverage so that they can tell the Ministry of Communications to stuff it in proper 6G full motion video in real time.

I kind of wish Her Grace was there when the comms contract was being bid out-I'm pretty sure she could get a better rate out of them, or gotten the contract on Falcon-net or Rassalhague Stellercom.

but at least it's not Word of Blake.  the WoB tender was too restrictive and there's no way in hell the New Circe people would tolerate that level of NDA coverage.

here I am, talking like I know this shit.

What I want to know, is why my reporting officer on arrival is unnamed.  I'm pretty sure we never sent anyone this far antispinward, so who did Her Grace recruit out here to be the regional command staff for a squadron we ain't even formed yet?  and why isn't that person's name on my orders?

Commodore Vu Dao used to tell me there would be periods like this-driving deep into nowhere on vague orders with a convoy, I'm regretting that I didn't believe her almost as much as the shift in orders that removed most of the Centurion personnel from the rosters and reassigned them to Coast Guard Station Arluna.  The human crew are fine, we've operated pure human ships before, but it's really nice having Bolo around, and Jason always had a quirky graveside humor.

Miss those guys.

especially when we're getting discipline issues with some of the new crews.

it will be good to make port for the turnaround...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 09 February 2020, 10:44:05
Things get squirrelly in the Black... but "Take me out to the Black, tell my ma I ain't coming back!"
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 09 February 2020, 10:47:08
New Circe Naval command center...

"...about here-two weeks out.  On the whole, making pretty good time for those drives."

"Remind me again?"

"One Fox class under Rear Admiral Deboreah Harper as flag, twelve Sampan III cutters from the Kowloon Coast Guard, eight merchant ships ranging from Scout to Monolith size from half a dozen smaller states in the Star League, including one from the Metis Coalition, and one Comstar  owned and operated Tramp class looking to deliver HPG service between us, and the Inner Sphere.  the military vessels are here to participate in joint training exercises and conduct work-ups, the Coastie ships are here to bolster and expand our survey and picket units, the other ships are either carrying business, or looking to establish business with OUR businesses."

"Harper...that name's familiar?"

"Should be, she was a Clanner officer who got humiliated by Duchess Ngo at the first Kiribati Island conference-humiliated so badly she wound up in Lyran service."

"Heh, they'll let anybody command a warship, won't they?"

"Harper's got a pretty good record for an 'anybody', she made her bones with Katherine Steiner Davion mud-stomping the Steel Vipers back in the fifties and was in on the ' suppression' mission against former Jade Falcon units that refused to bend the knee to the New Star League."

"Okay, so Kowloon's sending their very best...Who are they?"

"Well, we've got these names, should be kind of familiar... "

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 09 February 2020, 11:31:49
Ooo!  I can't wait for Seether to meet Seether!  ;D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: willis on 09 February 2020, 11:44:28
I can hardly wait to see the new technologies, like shielding and anti-hydrogen being used against the Imperial Cylons....game changer and surprises for all around.... :yikes:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 09 February 2020, 12:00:19
Yeah, #13 is going to be surprised what her progenitor's people have come up with...

AND I'll be interested to see what the army of Ones makes of the prisoner's upload when they arrive...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 09 February 2020, 12:07:41
Oof… the plot just keeps getting more complex.  Nicely written.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 09 February 2020, 12:25:00
I wonder if the Furies have knowledge of the 13s? Not so mutch their plans but that they exist. Just saying the Imperium have their strategic equivalent would be something to think about.  8)

In the same idea, was it told if the hybrids shared a link like the other cylons. The Imperium hybrids despising the ones could make them alert the other side without any other model getting a wind of it.  >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 09 February 2020, 13:13:36
That would be rich!  And Hel is cogent enough to deliver the warning, too...  ^-^
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 10 February 2020, 12:53:15
Profile: Giap Island Coast Guard Officer Training School

DMI classification: Tier 3 composite Martial Training Facility with active duty certification programs under Martial Education Act rated for regular service personnel in the following fields:

Maritime Operations (1A)
Military Law Enforcement (1A)
Aviation (2A certification including Jumpship, Dropship, Smallcraft and Fighter operations)
Infantry Operations (1A)
Staff Officer Training: (3A)

Campus is a distributed arrangement including annexes both on and off world, and features maritime survival, submarine operations, extreme cold and hot weather training, and deep vacuum operations training.

DMI's rating is derived from the notable lack of capability in training 'mechwarriors and conventional armor units.  Unlike Pandora, there is no Battlemech training program within the Giap Island curriculum, though the school is partnered with a number of sister facilities to provide basic and advanced anti 'mech training as part of the Infantry Officer's Preparation course.

Students in the Giap Island training system can expect to spend a lot of time in transit, this tends to ingrain procedures for deep vacuum operations, shipboard operations, ship maintenance and piloting skills.

Giap Island is one of five facilities considered primary Naval within the Federated Commonwealth, the other facilities being Pandora, Armstrong Flight Academy, Sanglamore's Naval program, and the Nagelring's Naval officer track.  Graduates from this facility are obligated to serve in the Kowloon Coast Guard for a minimum of 4 years after graduation, after which, they are eligible to transfer to AFFC/Naval branch at one pay grade elevation *(Typically this is an elevation from the Warrant Officer grades to Commissioning at Leutnant, with carry-over for time in grade at 70%).  This reflects the relative levels of active duty service between the 'reserve' Coast Guard, and AFFC/N forces.

Notably, Giap Island is also receptive to 'unorthodox recruitment', including taking convicted criminals as students.  at any given time 5-10% of attending students are there on a court order or as part of a probation or parole deal.  Unlike many Academies (including State facilities) Giap Island scales tuition based on an applicant's financial background, placing students from poor areas in the same classrooms with wealthy students, making it notable for a class-blindness not notable within the DMI. 

One aspect of this, is that disciplinary instruction in the Giap Island system is one of the harshest and strictest to be found in the Federated Commonwealth, and making this one of the few accredited academies to have an annual casualty rate in excess of 5% of enrolled cadets, with an additional 'fracture' rate (Suicide rate) that reaches 1% due to the intense and demandingly rigorous academic program, which extends from "Secondary School" levels (making it one of the few Martial Academies to operate their boarding school feeder on-site) up to post-graduate studies.

Pre-Academy Program:

Giap Island maintains a Residential School for Primary School candidates in the ages 10-18 bracket, means-testing of students places a solid majority of them in the ambitious lower and working classes.  the Giap Residential school is operated much like "Military schools" on other worlds such as the prestigious Groningen Boarding School on Donegal, Sanglamore Pre-Application Preparatory Academy on Skye, or Robinson Advanced High School in the Federated Suns state.  The major difference is that the Giap Island School is open to poorer or middle-class students, as well as talented juvenile Delinquents adjudged to be 'salvageable' by the court system or social services.

Curriculum focuses on basic educational needs, as well as a strict military environment run according to the AFFC's uniform Code of Military justice.  Basic tactical instruction is part-and-parcel of the Pre-Academy Giap Island experience for younger students, and has been compared to Clan Sibko training, but with an emphasis on Literature, Math, and especially sciences.  Students in the 13 to 18 year old bracket receive instruction on things like Formal Logic, Rhetoric, Critical thinking and Situational Awareness, as well as drilling in mnemonic studies to develop their analysis and retention skills.

Academy program

for age brackets 18-22, the four-year "Academy course" is aggressive.  Students can expect training or reinforcement in Formal Logic, Rhetoric, Critical Thinking, Situational Awareness and Mnemonic techniques, but also in languages, logistics, tactics, strategy, and hostile environment survival and operations.  Phase One depends largely on which environment a student comes from.  Students raised/born on a planetary surface will spend phase one at one of the deep vacuum facilities orbiting the gas giant Boojum, learning their regular course-work along with null-gee, and space operations in vacuum.  For those students, phase 2 begins the sophomore year and is conducted at the actual Giap Island campus's deep-ocean submarine facility.  Phase 3 for those students is conducted at a variety of remote locations on Kowloon, including arctic, sub-arctic and desert locations.  Phase 4 is 'Ground school' at Giap Island itself, and like the previous phases, completes after one year, after which student attends specific MOS training before being sent to their first assignment.

Spacer-borns or 'belters' or 'Rockjacks' conduct phase one through four in reverse, beginning on the ground and finishing in space before moving to specific MOS training.

Post-Graduate courses on offer include:

Thermonuclear weapons technician
Microbiological engineering/molecular medicine
Artificial Intelligence Design/Computer sciences
Jumpship Navigation
Combat Engineering Officer Certification
Advanced Staff-level Officer Training (aka "Liberal Arts" for soldiers)
Intelligence Gathering and Analysis
Military Law
Criminal Investigation
Psychological Profiling/Deviant Psychological analysis
Interstellar Relations/tactical psychological analysis and planning
Advanced Leadership and Staff (post-graduate only)

Giap Island graduates are in demand with AFFC Naval units, but carry a bit of a stigma due to the 'open recruitment' system used to fill student seats and the inevitable comparison of all students to those of criminal background or lesser financial means.  This tends to limit promotion opportunities in AFFC and SLDF units due to social pressures from graduates of more...erm...'traditional' backgrounds.  for an AFFC commander who can look past this, they tend to represent something of a bargain, as GIA produces officers that are exceedingly professional and self-disciplined with a wide and deep array of useful skills and knowledges, without the 'overburden' of 'enrichment' courses such as one finds in less...focused academic environments.

GIA graduates tend to be apolitical in the extreme, having been inculcated in the idea that a military officer serves the nation as opposed to any political orthodoxy or charismatic individual, this contributes somewhat to the unpopularity with graduates of more traditional academies which tend to encourage 'right thinking' politically depending on regional sentiments and/or the political leanings of the Staff.

GIA classes are structured in a quarter/year of graduation system, meaning that every three months, a class is graduating.  Class sizes are fairly large due to the 'open recruit' system, but manageable given the use of serving, active-duty personnel in instructor roles and the inbuilt 'cadet rank' internal management of discipline overseen by the Dean of Discipline, which includes several formats not commonly employed in civil society, including the use of corporal punishments such as floggings, controlled beatings, and unpleasant taskings.  (enough demerits and you're cleaning the sewage recycling system for the next week-by yourself.)

The School motto perhaps best explains this;  "You would be amazed what you can live through, and more amazed at what you learn from it."


The Department of Military Instruction and the Department of Military Justice maintain close surveillance on Giap Island's program to prevent the harsh discipline and high-stress academic program from crossing the line into outright abuse or violations of civil rights.  There have been a number of investigations since the school opened in 3057, so far, no charges have been filed, and the school's reputation among AFFC and SLDF commands has been on a steady rise, even while rival schools in the Federated Commonwealth push for more and deeper investigations to find violations of FedCom laws regarding the treatment of both Cadets, and minors, as well as numerous civilian attempts to shut down the school due to the published and publicly acknowledged rates of both accidental death and suicide among students (which tends to average about 1.5 suicides per 200 students, or 3 accidental deaths per 1000).

Serving Students

Courses are open to serving AFFC personnel, including 'green to gold' NCO to Officer training (2 year program), Naval Officer College (a Post-graduate program focused on education for officers seeking to move from lower tier/company command to field-grade, or for field grade officers seeking to learn new techniques and develop doctrine).  Applications are accepted with the signature of a Flag-rank officer in any given command in the AFFC.

Special note: Infantry Officer Training

GIA's "Infantry officer" training focuses on small unit and Commando operations, and includes skill development in demolitions, reconaissance, silent killing, advanced combatives, sabotage, and training insurgent and/or irregular forces, as well as being one of the more extensive Battlearmor training facilities outside of the Nagelring or New Avalon Institute of Sciences.  IOT candidates on the advanced course have a 5% accidental death rate on average, due to the extensive use of live fire operations as part of the training manual, and Advanced IOT officers will also be training in a more 'normal' MOS role-typically this tends to be combat engineering or provost (Military Police) roles, but not always.

Special Note: SERE school

Regardless of MOS or rank, all Coast Guard personnel are put through SERE school, a 'shake and bake' hostile environment training that includes being subjected to imprisonment, interrogation, and psychological warfare techniques.  Certification is handled through Giap Island staff with the input from AFFC Special Forces command, and is usually conducted immediately upon graduation from Basic Training or Boot Camp, prior to moving on to an MOS school.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 10 February 2020, 14:11:14
5 LY from New Circe...

The attack fleet was finally ready.  Months of training, of surveying and rebuilding Basestars, of finding viable hulls when there weren't enough, of arguments and planning sessions. 

Cavil, John 00000001, The Leader...well, former leader of the Cylon People, looked outward, to his brothers.    through the link, he could feel the readiness.  They had actually been forced to be creative-months ago, finding hulks from the first war wasn't difficult.  Finding a few that were killed away from the Colonies, or on patrol, was even easier. 

rebuilding them? that had been a challenge, but it was worth the effort for this...and it was one of the few suggestions that madwoman, Thirteen, had given him.  There were megatons of captured Vipers, Raptors, transports and vehicles left behind by the salvage operation, and the enemy had left quite a lot that could be repaired-with the capabilities the Cylons possessed.

This meant single-seat Mark VII vipers, their computers fully in control and the dead meat removed, to supplement the relatively few old-model raiders and even fewer Heavy raiders, and it meant he had Two Battlestars of his own.

Crewed by Model ONes, staffed by Model One, an army with a unified vision and goal, virtually free of dissent.

Ready to strike, and without having to compromise or wheedle or promise.

"And so it begins." 


in the distance, the Battlestars Myrmidon and Gorgon, now filled with cylon technology and rebuilt, activated their jump engines-the Raptors slipped into the target system confirmed it-an inhabited world, with space-based facilities and the right communication chatter.

Unaware, and they would remain so when the first blows land, after which, will come the confusion-Vipers and Raptors, instead of Raiders, to sow dissent, while striking critical targets...

why sabotage the enemy's early warning, if you can walk right in?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: glitterboy2098 on 10 February 2020, 14:45:41
cue soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I5AruzZYpxE)
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 10 February 2020, 18:01:31
Except even if the colonial jump signatures are a surprise they do know that the secret is out and that the cylons are coming. They have known for months.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 10 February 2020, 20:00:34
The training accidents mentioned at Giap Island?  It reminds me of something by brother, retired USAF said.  The US Air Force does lose people every year to training accidents.  And while training accidents are not an indicator of a top end Air Force?  No Air Force that has zero training accidents is a top end one.

They work damn hard to avoid them and come down hard on any stupid ones.  But apparently if you are making training tough and realistic enough?  Sometimes someone is going to have a slightly off day and turn it into their last one.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 10 February 2020, 21:11:06
I will do my best to stat out that glorious Academy by the end of the week.  Let's just say the week was not off to an auspicious start...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: mikecj on 10 February 2020, 22:09:39
Nice, maybe he has a plan... but the Colonial IFFs will confuse things for a little while/
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Nikas_Zekeval on 10 February 2020, 22:59:20
Nice, maybe he has a plan... but the Colonial IFFs will confuse things for a little while/

Out of date IFFs.  And given they are selling Raptors to the Sphere?  Bets they have changed the codes AND Cavil never considered this?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 February 2020, 10:54:51
New Circe system...

They were expecting an arrival.  The SLDF's Task-force H was making good time to New Circe in spite of the less capable jump engines of the civilian convoy bringing aid and trade from the Inner Sphere's nations, the six months of travel from the convoy's muster point at Ross 128 was nearly over.

They weren't expecting a pair of Colonial Battlestars to arrive-especially not the Valkyrie Class Gorgon or the Cylon-war era MyrmidonGorgon had been presumed destroyed outright in the docks, though much of that wreckage wasn't recognizable.  Myrmidon had been lost somewhere off Cyrannus during the first Cylon uprising, and was likewise believed destroyed.

It's a fairly good bet that these two ships would be in hostile hands, what with their being operational at all more than a decade after the destruction of most of the 12 Colonies of Kobol's fleet.

The scenario was gamed, but the Cylon Imperium hadn't seemed to be capable of finding New Circe before now, and even the most paranoid minds in the joint command had, unfortunately, relaxed a bit.

The price of that relaxation was about to be delivered.

They snapped out of jump in close proximity to the massive series of stations comprising the New Circe Naval Shipyard, and immediately released fighters while opening fire with kinetic-kill weapons in a textbook bracketing manuever that caught a good portion of the alert squadrons by surprise, while containing the docked-for-service Olympia class vessels Demeter and Hermes, one at the service dock, the other just ported for a refueling operation.

The initial salvo smashed the station's point-defense arrays along the 'runner' between dry dock spaces, pinning the Testbed One where she was being stripped for reconditioning prior to duty as a museum ship.

Chloe jumped from her own docking slip as a flight of Mark VII vipers lined up the strike package aimed at her docked bulk-unlike the predictable move, she jumped just far enough to clear the gantries, before lighting her fusion torch.

SLS Nike, still waiting for a tyllium drive installation (that had not been fabricated), was still stuck at newtonian speeds, but her powerful engines lit, while explosive bolts triggered, bulkhead doors sealed, and the Caspar separated from her long-term maintenance dock with a shower of sparks from cables that didn't have time to disconnect.

in the outer system, SLS Rickenbacker, a Lion-Class ship that had also been awaiting a Tyllium upgrade, began her burn toward the threatened planet, launching Jumpfighters from her bays on the way.  Rickenbacker's captain had been on the 'extended endurance mission' aboard Testbed One and he'd 'graduated' to a full warship command after taking over from Captain Minh.  This was supposed to be his reserve tour, time for  getting back into the habits of the Wolverine military, time to get his education on track, finish his staff tour with Materiel command and write his book on the fantastic journey he'd been on with Testbed One.

He'd learned to do the math.  He'd gotten damned good at it.

"Three...two.."

The gravitationally neutral point he picked, was close enough to the besieged station to pose a small EMP hazard, it was also right on top of Myrmidon.  Right between it, and the personnel at the station.

the emergence would be tight, but the enemy was holding a fixed course, savaging the station and its defenders.

discontinuity

The battleship was now between a Battlestar, and the station, soaking naval gunfire at point blank range, buying time for the Hephaestus and the three Aesir-class light carriers to get their birds out and themselves clear of the killing box.

And that, is when the rest of the Basestars began arriving.

Three jumped in a perfect formation to intercept Pegasus as she pulled free of the fueling docks for the first time in nearly ten years, while SLS Bismarck's crew brought systems on line that had been shut down due to an extended maintenance upgrade program.

the basestars opened with clouds of missiles, like something out of a Combine fantasy movie.

On the ground, down below, on New Circe, air raid sirens wailed in every small town, hamlet, village and military base.

and more Base Stars began to arrive, along with more hulls that weren't.

This wasn't merely an attack or a raid, this was a full-on planetary invasion.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 February 2020, 11:38:35
KCGS Trau Cuk Ky, Taskforce H

The blackbox started printing half a second before the word came from the TF lead ship's HPG setup.  New Circe was under attack.

the Wolverines had learned something from whoever was advising them, because the tac-plots included orbital and velocity data, and calculated mass-shadows for the incoming enemy fleet.

The approach favored by Admiral Harper would put the combat power of the task force into the closest lagrange point, it was a good calculation, for a machine to make.

Nicole Minh knew she could do better.

"Skipper, we can do better than a two hour burn."  she announced over the common TF channel.

"I know you can, Leutenant Commander, but I am unwilling to pull the safeties off the jump drive controller and I do not have a navigation officer aboard the Anembo capable of plotting that solution manually!"  Admiral Harper was insistent.  Nicole kind of understood the ex-Clanner's reluctance.  While they'd improved the Fox class with inertial dampening and grav decks, the composite drive was still in development and the ship's primary role as a taskforce Flag vessel required quite a lot of the existing storage be used for...well, storage.  the upcoming Hanse Davion class would see the base hull extended by 50 meters and that ship would have a composite jump drive...but for now, AFFC/N ships over about 95,000 tons couldn't fit the tyllium secondary drives without losing too much capability.

Not, at least, until New Circe got their version into mass production.

"Minh, hand off to your XO, and get over there to the Flag, take over the Navigation officer position and get that RCT into drop range."  Captain Sithers ordered it over the radio.

"Aye mum."

Nicole headed down to the boat bay after handing off to Alethe Van Buren, a Taurian popped in the Fedsuns for stealing an overlord and drogued into Coast Guard service in exchange for an official pardon.  "You got this?"

"I got it, baws, we'll be right on your heels."  Alethe was 'taurian' mostly by affiliation, she'd grown up in the Outworlds as a ship-rat on a Folk vessel before the lure of one gee and open skies made her jump ship at a stopover and defect.  So far, that made three nationalities on her passport now, but Kowloon seemed to be sticking.

In the boat bay, Raptor 4 was prepped and ready.

She cleared to 50 meters before engaging jump for the FCS Anembo, then manually landed on the Fox-class's boat bay.

Ten minutes later, she was on the CIC deck, looking at updated data from New Circe.

"Can you do it?" Harper asked.

"Yeah...disengage safeties, I'm going to plot this manually, send digital datalink to the rest of the taskforce's military vessels, we'll park the civilian ships in this system until either the all-clear or the bug-out?"

"My thoughts exactly."

Nicole pushed thoughts of her father, who was helming a transport in the civilian convoy, aside, pray for all of us.

the solution formed and her fingers flew over the keypad...


Her father's voice came over the common channel, giving a  benediction... (https://lamppostpublishing.com/soldiers-psalm-91-prayer/)

"O Lord Most High, help me to dwell in your secret place
and abide under Your shadow.
Help me to believe and say out loud for everyone to hear
that You are my refuge and my fortress;
That You are my God; and that in You I put my trust.
O Lord God Almighty,
Please deliver me from hidden traps and diseases.
Father God, cover me with Your camouflage;
Hide me under Your wings;
Let Your truth be my shield and buckler
Against the fiery darts--the lies--of the enemy.
Lord Jesus, help me not to be afraid of terrorists' attacks in the night;
Or weapons that fly by day; or sicknesses that walk in darkness;
Or destruction that wastes at noonday.
O Holy God, though a thousand fall at my side,
And ten thousand fall at my right hand;
Please let it not come close to my companions and me.
O Lord Most High, let me live to see the reward of the wicked,
Because You are my refuge and my home.
Let no evil conquer me.
Let no plague come into my house or near my family.
O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer,
Please set angels over me to keep me in all Your ways,
To bear me up in their hands and to keep my feet from stumbling.
Father God, help me to tread upon the lion and adder
And trample the young lion and the dragon under my feet.
Lord Jesus, I love you with all my heart and I know Your name.
Deliver me and lift me on high to soar with the eagles.
I call upon you to be with me in times of trouble and
To deliver and honor me because I know Your name.
Please show me Your salvation and satisfy me with a long life.
I ask this prayer in the name of Jesus Christ.
Amen"


Nicole breathed, "amen" and hit the initiator switch.

discontinuity

she came to in a sea of chaos as dropships were separating from the Anembo and gunnery officers were calling in targets and data around her.

Admiral Harper's small hands were holding a bucket under her face, and it was half full of today's half-digested rations.  "We...made it?" Nicole asked, before vomiting again.

"We did, excellent work...do you do this every time?"

"No...just on bad ones..." Nicole vomited again, "Close..?"

"We are in New Circe orbit and there are a couple of very surprised Base Stars we are engaging right now,  we arrived in time to assist Battlestar Pegasus."

"here..."  Harper handed her a tablet and a sqeeezebulb of water, "For the nausea."

Nicole glanced up at the tactical plot.

"Oh fuuuu..."

"Yes, we are certainly in that famed 'target rich environment'."  the hull shuddered.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 February 2020, 12:13:08
On the ground, Colonial City State territory...

The Cylon assault ships grounded outside the city, thankfully far enough outside for defensive militia to begin digging in while fighters launched from the airbase.

But there were a lot of Cylon transports-enough that dozens (Plural) had gotten past the CAP and enough of the enemy's fighters, both Mark VII Vipers and old-style Raiders, that they were rapidly establishing air-superiority while the civilians fled into raid shelters.

The enemy had straddled the main highway in, and were in the process of overwhelming the defenders on the Causeway approaching the city itself.

The damn toasters brought tanks, and some kind of super-sized Centurion model armed with light cannons, and they were chewing merrily through the defenders almost as fast as men could be pushed to the front.

the Cylons had landed a massive force, and it was spreading to try and force a fording of the river, drawing defenders east and west, while still pushing a massive force down the center.

There are sixty four thousand residents of the City itself, with another ten thousand scattered into the hills and valleys around it. 

The Cylons managed to land 183,940 troops.  nearly 250% of the total population just in combat soldiers intent on murdering them.

as the engineering teams finished rigging the causeway on the main highway to blow, and began falling back in a near-rout, this is when the dropships came down from the skies, escorted by Aerospace Fighters, to begin chewing down through the enemy's air cover.

these dropships were relatively new models, built for the purpose of delivering men and equipment right into the teeth of battle, They settled into the defender-side of the river in a wall of steam and fusion exhaust, the lower hulls resting below the waterline, the doors were fitted to the sides of the ships, above it, and the landing gear was designed to anchor to the bottom.

in a single move, the City State gained a new line of defense, one fitted with rapid-fire AAA cannons and capable of disgorging its load of soldiers into virtually any concievable environment.

The tanks, mostly Patton "K" variants were firing into the enemy as they rolled down the ramps, pushing into the side of the Cylon invasion force, and taking the toasters by surprise. Within minutes, the beachheads were cleared and the city-side defenders finally had a few minutes to get organized.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 February 2020, 12:47:25
McEvedy City...

The City-State wasn't the only landing site.  Within the capital city of New Circe, thousands of cylons, Cavil models in colonial gear, armed with Colonial infantry weapons,  arrived and began making like a fox in a henhouse.

Only, this is where their plan kind of fell apart-these hens were armed and trained.

a few Cylon tanks and modified Praetorians (the central processor replaced by a surgically altered Cavil, wired directly into the machine and wrapped in an armored egg, like a hybrid between protomech and battlemech, but powered by a fission reactor...) managed to offload, but it wasn't the same without the vast numbers being committed to attacking the City-state.

still, street fighting is street fighting, and someone explained 'mouseholing' to the Cylons.

we'll get back to that.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 February 2020, 13:38:18
Colonial City State...

They all have the same face.  That's how you can tell them apart from the locals, they might all be wearing the same uniform, but the old bastards with the same face? they're the enemy.

I rack the bolt and snap a shot off at an infil that somehow got across the causeway.  AFFC likes to use the Zeus, but that thing's practically a grenade launcher with a rainbow trajectory-okay against light vehicles but you can practically see the ****** round in the air.

ugly gets his helmet taken off at the chin-strap, the exit blows the back of his brainstem out.  This is what you get with a .260 bore pushing 1500 meters/second.

I snap the bolt again, and move to the next stand of rubble.

Dad was kinda disappointed when I told him I wanted to go with the Guard instead of joining AFFC like he did.  'Jimmy, you'll never get credit with offworlders if you join the Coast Guard, AFFC has better veteran's benefits, better educational access, you don't want to be another Dumb Grunt Qua.' he told me.

"Five hundred meters, left."  My spotter's a guy from Heinietown-the German side of Nha Tranh.  Ox is a good spotter though.

"Got it...rocket team?"

"confirmed."

I lay the reticle on the loader first, and watch his motion...the rifle kicks.  any good rifle does, mine's not standard issue, but I'm allowed to bring it for these kind of parties, heavy contour barrel, one meter even length, six point five bore, the alloy stabilizes vibrations using dampening cuts, and it bleeds heat to keep the bore cold enough.  the action's a six-lug turnbolt with breech  matching, looking through an imported zeiss adjustable power scope with low light and thermal functions.

I send a round, explosive tip, into the rocket the loader's handling.

The auto-dimming feature saves my vision through the scope when the enemy rocket team goes up in secondaries.

I'm racking the bolt, and a stream of tracer from the other side announces they think they know where we are.

time to move.

We're down here with the RCT, because this is where the civvies are, and those poor Regulars don't know how to shoot without half a million Kroner worth of gear unless they're in a 'mech.

we move to another point of overwatch. 

"armored vehicle, looks like it's fitted with a bridgelayer, twenty three oh five."  Ox tells me.

I sight through, there's a hatch, and it's open.

"Driver sighted. taking the shot."

recoil.  the Cylon bridgelayer's going to need a new driver.

"Chrome, fireteam."

Chrome.  I swap rounds without dismounting the magazine, sliding a penetrator round.

the Chrome in question is a Model .0005, the Centurion Gunny who briefed us on them went into detail on the weaknesses of the .0005's, where they keep their batteries, where they keep their central processors, where the joints are weak.

diamond-tipped depleted uranium in a copper/moly jacket means losing nearly 100 meters a second in velocity, but it's a round hot enough to, at 200 meters, make an Elemental bleed inside his armor on a visor hit.

Chrome, however, is the ideal target for a Zeus.  Ox and I switch roles, and I talk him onto target.

Ox is a big guy.  Not Elemental big, but Viking big, and Viking blonde.  In training, we were paired up-the shortest guy and the biggest, as a lesson to the other recruits.  I had to prove I could carry the big sumbitch fifty meters without losing either rifle, on the live-fire course.

we get through this, I might introduce him to my girl Phoebe back home.

He starts racking the cylon bastards, the .0005's are quick, tough, and accurate. Ox gets through five shots with the Zeus before they find our range and vector, and start sending light arty at us with these long-barrelled portable cannons.

Time to move.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 February 2020, 15:02:45
Special Holding facility, New Circe...

in a sense, the guards didn't stand a chance, not really.

that's fine.

we're here.

"Hello, uncle."  Bree speaks first.  she should, it's how it works.

I finish slicing a Cavil's throat.  "You-"

"aren't." I say

"Going" Nadine contributes, she's butterflied one of the Cavils.

"To be leaving today." Bree adds.

"You're staying right here." it's my part.

They sent fifty to take the facility over.  There were maybe as many as twice the number of guards, but now, there are four guard personnel alive, and us-the three of us, and 'uncle Cavil'.

"You kept the secret well, Uncle." Bree tells him, "We only guessed it a few seconds before the attack."

"SHE doesn't part with information easily." Nadine tells him.

"Go back to your Cell, Uncle." I finish.  Mine is still struggling to live. "This one is broken."

"you didn't have to put your knife through the top of his head, it's inefficient."  Nadine tells me.

"but it's fun." I reply.  "i like the way they shake."

"More coming." Bree says.

"Oh, more to play with!" I smile.

I'm not the smartest of us.  Bree is the smart one.  Nadine is a little less smart, and then, there's me. 

I like the smell of the blood, I pull my knife out of this one and open his arteries in front of Uncle.

amazing that a being who so wishes he were still a machine, could be horrified and disgusted by something as simple as licking blood off my fingers and giggling.

However, he does go back to his side of the cell, even with the broken door.

I know he won't try to cross that threshold on his own now.  we move out of sight, and wait.

More come.  Oh presents! there's an Uncle Doral too!! and Chrome! a challenge!!  it's like the birthdays we still haven't had yet, presents for ME!

presents and playmates, to play the fun game with.
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Post by: Cannonshop on 11 February 2020, 15:22:39
Hour 12 of the Cavil attack...

the skies over new Circe have a debris belt.  SLS Pegasus is slugging it out with two Basestars and the Battlestar Gorgon. 

I've recovered Lt Commander Minh from the wreckage of the FCS Anembo.  She, and some of the crew, are now taking up empty space in our missile magazine.

we're down to using lasers, and I am definitely not fit to command a Squadron.  so far, I've lost eight of our ships since this kicked off, and the enemy's still arriving.

"Captain Sithers, I'm fit, mum."  Nicole Minh is definitely not fit. 

"Stand by in sickbay, Minh, that's an order." I don't even look up.  "Four, seven, come about three four degrees down angle seven percent, formation three, who's got missiles left?"

if we don't do something to alter the odds, we're going to lose that Battlestar, the locals have other priorities and the Bismarck is flying wing-pair with that Caspar drone in another zone of the fight.

"I've got six rounds antishipping specials."

"Stonk 'em.  Gunnery, do we have the Blu-eighty-twos up?"

"Last of our missiles mum, aye."

"Calculate deflection shots on the enemy Battlestar, alright, this is the run for record.  All hands to damage control positions, seal'em!"  with that, I close my helmet.  We're going to get chewed up.  Everywhere but sick bay's gonna be depressurized for this run to limit fires.

we flash in on an oblique course to the enemy battlestar, and the gunnery crews fire.  the two Basestars send out a weaker flood of missiles at us, and our antimissile guns go dry.  this is going to suck.

The specials fire off, and now we are completely winchester on ammo. no more missile munitions of any kind, no shells for the LBX point defense guns.  just our hull, and their missiles.

Nikki's old man must be praying hard with the convoy, because god arrives in the form of the SLS Zughoffer Weir and her escort group.

They get to see megaton-bomb-pumped X-Ray lasers in action.

It was our last card.  but now, now we've got help.

The Zuggie's point defense cannons take over the job, and I still have a patrol of four cutters under my command.

and they brought help...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 11 February 2020, 15:25:22
Great to see Jimmy Qua and Ox return. Nice callback.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 11 February 2020, 17:17:20
City of the Gods, New Circe...

The defense wasn't perfect.  no defense is, and after thirteen hours of constant fire, the line formed defending the city began to collapse, units were cut off and overwhelmed in detail, as the invaders pushed through in spite of (or perhaps because of) the destruction of their space forces.

Corpsman Third Class Eddie Vanh was alone.  It hadn't been the plan. He hefted his medical bag, and followed a fireteam of natives, their warbling speech was incomprehensible to him, worse than his english, and their English was worse than his English too.

the local soldiers brought him to a building that was mostly intact.  Inside, were civilians and soldiers, wounded.  He didn't need to be told what to do, there was nowhere these people could go, and they were surrounded.

someone here knew a little triage.  He cleared a desk of papers and with gestures and broken english, got them to help load a wounded woman onto it.

and then, he got to work, using a helmet-mounted light, field surgical silk, and anything he could find for antiseptics and painkillers.

his world focused, narrowed, into one thing and one thing only-the woman was replaced by a boy, maybe sixteen.  Eddie tried to save the kid's legs, but in the end, he had to use a vibroblade bayonet and a portable torch, taking the crushed limb and shattered foot off, the next one was a chest wound, drain the blood out of the collapsed lung, close the wounded organ, close the flesh around it, pray the patient doesn't die of shock, rinse, repeat.

for Corpsman Vanh, the war narrowed into a steady stream of maimed, bleeding, dying bodies he had to save.  he ran out of surgical silk and resorted to the fishing line from a survival kit, until someone showed up with more thread-it looked like maybe cotton or some other natural fiber.

Bandage, splint, suture, sew, cut, amputate, ventilate, men women, and children.  scraping burned flesh away in hopes that it can maybe heal.

everything narrowed into a pure, focused, constant session of surgery.  Soldiers, civilians, no break, no rest, no water except to wash his hans for the next patient.

and a constant low prayer in his native language. pleading with god that he not let these lives slip away.  The flashlight failed and someone brought a lamp.

and finally, his hands refused to work, he fell to his knees, eyes to the sky...and there was sunlight. 

and the sound of helicopters.

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: JA Baker on 11 February 2020, 17:27:59
And Wagner?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: monbvol on 11 February 2020, 18:35:37
Sir we've got the speakers rigged and the Wagner CD ready to go!
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Daryk on 11 February 2020, 20:49:29
Wow!  Still trying to process everything!  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: DOC_Agren on 11 February 2020, 21:48:44
I have to be honest the Ones did better then I expected
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on 11 February 2020, 22:19:14
Well, with the suggestions from model 13, it helped the one's a lot more.  I do wonder what the political fall out will be after the attack on New Circe?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: qc mech3 on 11 February 2020, 22:33:30
Find the Colony and flush it.  >:D
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: nroe03742 on 11 February 2020, 22:37:03
i would like to see the two battlestars boarded and taken and eventually put back into service either with the colonials or wolverines or even one each
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Derain Von Harken on 11 February 2020, 23:02:11
Hmm. Has anyone let liz know that the list of cavil crimes can have rape of her person added to it. Because in using her to create the model 13s through killing/almost killing her the case could be made. I mean the unpleasant Consquences happened to him very fast but not actually legal ones.
Will we finally see cavil put on trial? A proper legal one not the vote off the colony trial in cylon space. It could take a while to read through.

Also as the hybrid said it does not make much sense to use liz of all people as a template. Until you factor in the emo evil logic of cavil. Consider that one he has a reason to hate her personally for being nice to cylons. And that making evil cylon copies of her to destroy mankind is from his perspective a way to torment her and get that murderous effectiveness to aid him.
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 February 2020, 12:39:54
City of the Gods, New Circe...

Someone taught the Cylons how to actually fight.  Captain Tasha Ebon maneuvered her 'mech around a building, while Militia infantry swept the structure.  That thought-somebody taught the toasters how to fight!! kept occurring.

The units seconded for the inaugural New Circe training cycle had put up one hell of a fight here, the roads were choked with burned wreckage from both sides-the Cylons had brought tanks, and the allied troops had brought theirs-and on a strictly mathematical scale, they'd put up one hell of a fight trying to hold the assault back for the hours it took to get help to the City State from land bases that were being interdicted by fighters, orbital strikes, and enemy infiltrators.

"No joy, Captain.  No survivors here."

"Keep looking."

she marched her 'mech carefully through the destruction, active probes on full power, coordinating with infantry in Nighthawk suits.  it wasnt' a 'clean' scene, either, at least four counter-attacks had been mounted between 3 AM and 6 AM local, some of the tanks-a model produced in the Lyran Commonwealth, had crawled over the wrecks of other tanks, or wedged into spaces.  the bodies of infantrymen and crewmen were smeared and sometimes dismembered, the ground was littered with empty 7.5mm cartridge casings until the black asphalt reflected metallic bronze.

a thermal blip on her sensors popped up right as her infantry support team called in, "We've got a survivor...he's in bad shape.  Not a Cavil and not a local...the shelter entrance hasn't been breached."

She watched as medics extracted the man from a barricade made of debris, rubble, and bodies.  They hauled the guy to a medevac bird for airlift out to McEvedy City.

she switched frequencies, "Graves Registration, this is Mongoose 2-1, sector nine is cleared of UXO, we've recovered ten survivors, and confirm one emergency shelter intact with unknown survivors inside.  Come on forward guys, over."

she parked and kept her sensors live while the rest of her platoon worked the area looking for anyone else.


Four thousand meters east, near the coastline...

Lt. Michael Oxenstierna was having an easier time in one sense-there wasn't as much burned out and abandoned hardware-and a harder time, because the burnt shell of a dropship was plugging up the docks, and a lot of corpses were in the water.

The warehouses and dockyards, recently built, were already ruins and rubble.  most of the fighting here were Infantrymen, and they'd made the Cylons pay heavily on this flank.

Separating Colonial bodies from Cavils wasn't too bad-the Colonials had made a good stand here, but they'd kind of known they were outnumbered, and they'd had the sense to listen to the SLDF colonel who told them to form a secondary protective line covering the accesses to down-town.

These infantrymen had run out of ammunition sometime around four AM.  they'd fixed bayonets-something you almost never see anyone do outside of training, and kept fighting to hold back the assault here.  a few clearly picked up dropped rifles and other weapons while the Colonial troops managed to evacuate the working class suburb behind them.

Vibroblade bayonets and rifle butts against a tidal wave of Chrome reinforced enemies armed with modern weapons, a handful of tracked APC's were still dug in on the slope, they'd fired their weapons dry, melted the waveguides on PPC's, kept firing until the capacitors failed-continuous fire, something most designers would shit themselves if they saw it.

His battalion had come down in the middle of it, right as they were about to lose everything they had left, right as they were about to break, the infantry battalion here had already lost their ride, and their command post, and the enemy was in the mortar pits.

but they'd held on for a hell of a lot longer than they should have, and so, there were survivors to dig out of the rubble and the wreckage, and civilians who would've been butchered by the cylon tide were still alive to be rescued by his unit.

but the ****** bay was choked in bodies, and the water? it was red, like the worst red tide you can imagine.

at least it's not the north side of town. he silently mused, as his men kept up the process of looking for more wounded in the mass of dead here.


The North side of town...

Out of a battalion of Battlemechs, less than a company was still operational.  The Cylons landed a secondary force here, on the foothills, without a river to cross, without a natural barrier to defend, the 'mech unit and a few of the tanks had screamed this way in a hurry, and here, it was wreckage and corpses all the way up the hillside.

The enemy had sent heavies up here, heavy tanks, artillery, more of those pseudo-battlemechs, and it was going to take the Hazmat teams months to clear the radiation hazards.    Captain Gerald McEvedy surveyed the devastation from inside the rather comfortable cockpit of his advanced model Wolverine IIIC medium omnimech.  The cylon attack had been textbook for when you outnumber an opponent, and they did outnumber the 'mech battalion that held them back.  his warbook noted the allied casualties;
most of them were Enfield or Blackhawk KU models, but the big surprises were the three destroyed Turkina Omnimechs-a modern design, built by Clan Jade Falcon, and fully outfitted for the assault role, two of them were still standing but three of them were little more than picked apart skeletons, scorched and fit only for the scrapyard.

Most of the Elementals survived.  Twenty five of them, the largest single concentration of allied troops so far found that could still be (by some standard) considered in a condition somewhat close to 'fit'.


Central Command, New Circe...

The butcher's bill was gonna be a nightmare for someone.

Out of nearly 15,000 SLDF troops arriving to conduct a Trainex, survivors were less than ten percent so far.  Whole battalions and in the case of the South Side action, most of a Brigade, were dead this morning.

But the math was pretty good, really.  they'd dropped into a situation where they were outnumbered more than ten to one, and only around 430 civilians had died when they were caught by the enemy in the open.

The problem of course, would be political in the fallout.  the first cycle of troops brought over, were from the Federated Commonwealth states with a single company of DCMS, one company of Free Worlders, and an extra battalion of Cappellans.  The Cappies had held the causeway right to the last second, bolstering Colonial Defense Forces that they couldn't even communicate with, the Leaguers had joined the push on the West side, They actually took pretty light losses comparatively, losing only half their 'mechs and powered armor, not bad for a reinforced company that 24 hours ago didn't know they were going into combat.  The DCMS guys...died like Samurai. they fought like tigers until 5:30 AM.  Out of a company of 'mechs and men, only Tai-i Hiroku Sade and a few enlisted techs were still alive-but the Emergency shelter they chose to protect? everyone within was fine when Wolverine forces arrived to clear the siege there.

the big butcher's bill, was the Kowloon GFM's 1st armored brigade.  The tankers counterattacked nine times during the fighting, keeping lines of communication between landing zones open, pushing back Cylon forces that a conservative estimate put at over half a million.  They lost their command post, they lost their artillery battery, the sixty five ton vehicles would have to be lifted from some areas by aerial cranes, and in the hours before dawn, as New Circe's reaction forces hit the enemy's flank, they charged to push the Cylon forces out of the southwest side of the city, many of them with nothing left but bayonets-their ammunition was exhausted, some of their tanks were charging with empty guns, using raw mass and tracks to grind into the Cylon ranks.

not a lot of them survived to be relieved.  Like the Cappellans, they lived up to their reputation. 

Punching in the numbers on cylon casualties, well, could make your calculator do a confued 'beep'.

the SLDF allied units managed the kind of kill ratio you read about in heroic fantasy.  an AWFUL lot of that, can be attributed to the Colonial Militia's experience and leadership, but experienced leaders have a hard time with language barriers, and the City-state's officers managed troops who didn't speak their language in a defense both desperate, and seemingly impossible.

How? simply put, the foreign soldiers were smart enough to listen.

Not smart enough to survive, but then, the odds here were worse than the Clans faced at Wolcott, or Tukayyid.  A few were smart enough or outright lucky beyond the fantasies of a compulsive gambler.  But war is always at its root, a contest of will.

and the Will to Defend, here, was stronger than the invader's will to conquer, illustrated by the sheer number of dead men who fell clutching empty rifles with bayonets fixed, or Katanas, or improvised clubs, or trench knives, sometimes with nothing but a field bandage holding their insides on the inside when they made their final stands.

Human beings won the ground battle.  The Cylons made their best effort, and lost.



Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 February 2020, 13:05:39
Gymnasium-turned infirmary, Ft. Hallis, New Circe...

The drugs are pretty good.  I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be rational if I wasn't being kept high as a...really high thing?  not sure.  Nurses are pretty too.  maybe when they unwire my jaws I'll ask one out...hah! he makes a joke!!  what would I do with that, huh?  I can see the tubing coming out from under the covers, I'm catheterized and I know why too.

they do it when you can't control your bladder anymore.  Now see, I'm on the really, really, really good drugs here, because I can see through the presersleeve they've got wrapped around most of me.  I know how much of me was scorched like bacon in a campfire.  a lot of me.  most of me.  I think my helmet visor must've kept the burning gel from getting my eyes, but I'm so numbed up I haven't got a ****** clue how ****** I am.

well, not true.  I know how ****** up I am.  I knew it when Beastly's ammo bins brewed up while we were trying to unass the track, i know it because the Cylon bastards didn't even bother finishing me off.

a date? hah!!! that's a good one, here's a good one-ain't no woman going to want to noodle along the Golden Lake with a piece of charred bacon.

even if I could talk, how in ****** am I going to chat her up?

not going to happen.  why in the hell am I still alive? Maybe because god really does have a sick sense of humor.

oooh, more drugs...graying out...
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Cannonshop on 12 February 2020, 13:27:56
The Cylon Colony...

"...cylon attack is the largest seen since the resumption of hostilities in the Cyrannus system, and their single largest defeat to date.  Estimates are still coming in, but conservatively the surface portion of the assault involved more than half a million Cylons of this model-" an image of Cavil appeared, "which suggests these artificial intelligences have somehow selected this as the pattern for their shock-forces.  concerns that these cylons will be resurrected were quashed this morning as confirmation by SLDF intelligence shows no Resurrection hubs or ships were involved in the attack, or within range of it.  Military sources have placed a bounty on any and all matching individuals in case of 'leakers' but at this time, very few prisoners have been taken, and those taken are being questioned.  Back to you Hans."

"The Ones failed." Thirteen said.

"You predicted they would."

"Of course I did, they lost the mandate of heaven.  God was not on their side, and this is final proof of that-the direct genocide of humanity is not in keeping with God's will." Thirteen stated.  she rose from her seat, "My work is done for now.  The assertion was made, the assertion was tested, the assertion proven incorrect."

"So..what do we do?" Five demanded, "Declare peace?? give up??"

"I did not say giving up was even an option." Thirteen stated, "But direct genocide is clearly not the correct tactical or strategic position."

"Indirect? how does that even work?"

she clasped her hands behind her back.  "We begin, with Diplomacy, and diplomacy will have to begin by distancing the Cylon Imperium from these events-or at least, explaining them in a way that might sway sentiment among the Human nations.  How many did we recover?"

"Five hundred thousand."

"box 'em." she said,  "They're bargaining chips now."

"bargaining chips?"

"War criminals to be handed over in the event diplomacy goes well, shock troops if it doesn't." Thirteen stated.  "we can prove the Ones were behind the move to attack the Colonies, we can prove his model was the main driver for extermination of humans, we can, therefore, provide them their scapegoat for war-crimes trials.  I want a commission of models to approach our sisters, with an offer of negotiation and normalization.  Our family is divided, and this puts blood in the water by demonstrating that fact in a very practical way.  if we do not  establish a good relationship with the Twos, Threes, Sixes, and Eights, this place will likely be handed to the Star League on a platter and we'll have to defend it, because that is the only practical course the breakaways have not to be tarred with this action."

"You planned that."

"I did." Thirteen said, "It may be time to branch out the main office."

"Excuse me?" Boomer asked, "What do you mean?"

"any point where you can be destroyed is a weakness, just as committing forces you can not replace is foolishness.  Cavil...John, served as Leader and got us all into this mess, his choices split our people and made powerful enemies.  I replaced him, you confirmed it...all of you.  Now, we must make new choices and new strategy, one of those new choices, is establishing a backup our breakaway kin are unaware of and shifting key functions, copying them, to that secondary site.  The second new strategy, is to pursue diplomacy. first with our breakaway kin, and then, with their humans, to forestall a return-in-kind against us while we remain, as a race, vulnerable.  the more I know about how things were run here before my creation, the more certain I am that I was made to keep you all from being driven to extinction."

Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: croaker on 12 February 2020, 15:02:39
Because Liz does not approve of genocide, even of the enemy?
Title: Re: Teaser for a proposed...thing.
Post by: Trace Coburn on 12 February 2020, 23:10:19
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  Thread locked for hitting the 50-page maximum length.  (Wow, been a while since Fan Fiction saw one of those, huh?  ;D)  I’m going to shift some of the posts out into a new thread so things get started the right way.
  Cannonshop, if you’ve come up with a proper name for this awesome piece of work, please PM me so I can edit the name of the new thread.