1 June 3066
Bamburgh
Duke Scott Mitchell was at the space port as the Dragoon Dropships carrying the survivors and wounded landed. Awaiting them was a small army of doctors and medics along with a large fleet of ambulances waiting to rush the wounded to the large hospital complex.
He watched as the doctors and medics conferred with the Dragoon doctors and medical personnel as the ambulances were loaded and began the journey to the hospital complex for treatment. Finally, a Dragoon doctor approached. "I am Major Zack Brandley, I am the ranking Dragoon officer and medical officer. On behalf of Wolf's Dragoons, I thank you for the use of your medical facilities."
"No need to thank me Major. Your people were wounded fighting the WoB, it is the least I can do. How is Commander Wolf?" Duke Mitchell asked
"We still have him in a medical induced coma. He has suffered extensive internal damage, lost his right hand and is suffering from radiation poisoning." Major Brandley replied
"I have ordered him transferred to my dropship along with some of the more seriously wounded. I will transport them to Mackolla for treatment there. The hospital here will treat the others. You are welcome to join us Major Brandley." Duke Scott Mitchell said
Major Brandley looked over as Colonel Jamison, commander of Zeta Battalion approached. He took a step back once Colonel Jamison reached them.
"What is the meaning of having Commander Wolf and others loaded onto another Dropship instead of heading for the hospital?" Colonel Jamison demanded
"I am having them transported to Mackolla to another hospital Colonel. Now, might I inquire as to who you are exactly?" Scott asked
"Colonel J. Elliot Jamison, commander of Zeta Battalion, which is preparing to unload right now to see to our peoples security. Who are you?" Colonel Jamison said as he swelled up some, then tried to calm down as the huge Elemental slightly behind this man took a step forward and he suddenly wished he was in his Stalker.
"I am Duke Scott Mitchell, Duke of the Outer March. Your on my territory Colonel so you might want to calm down. Your people are quite safe here, I assure you. I have a full squadron of warships over this planet right now. You may disembark your troops and I will have one of my officers direct your people to suitable quarters and maintenance bays. Now, before I take Commander Wolf and the other wounded to Mackolla, is there anything your people need immediately?" Scott asked
"With our factories destroyed on Outreach, replacing our equipment losses will be impossible. We are already critically short on repair parts." Colonel Jamison responded with a slightly more respectful tone
"I am sure we can handle your needs Colonel. I will have Craig, he runs my design and production facilities here on Bamburgh contact you. Show him the respect he deserves Colonel and you will be amazed at what we can do." Scott replied as he turned to board his awaiting Dropship for the ride into orbit and the awaiting Jumpship at the pirate point.
19 June 3066
Mackolla
Scott looked up from playing with Melissa Lorraine as Twyla walked into the room after a long day of conferring with other doctors about Jaimie Wolf's medical care. He handed Melissa off to Anne who handled the child with a gentleness you would never expect from a hulking Elemental. He sat down on the couch beside Twyla.
"Commander Wolf will recover. It will be a long healing process but he should make a complete recovery. We are already growing another hand to replace the one he lost. The radiation poisoning will take a long time to defeat but everyone is confident it can be done." Twyla answered the unasked question
"Good, I never met the man, but I have heard some amazing stories about him." Scott replied as he sank deeper into the plush couch, deep in thought.
"How long do you expect to be gone when you leave?" Twyla asked
"It could be years dear. I am not sure. But I do know we are going to take some heavy casualties. So I had Boss design a hospital ship. I have 3 being built right now. Each able to transport and care for 3,000 wounded. I am also having the few Condor Dropships we still have converted to the Dove design the AFFC has used in the past. Each hospital ship is being outfitted with the very best medical equipment we can provide them. Sooner or later we will be a long ways from truly safe locations for our wounded to be easily transported." Scott said
"You will be careful won't you? Don't take risks that don't need to be taken?" Twyla asked
"I promise you, I will come back to you and Melissa. Now, you have had a long day so let's go to be." Scott said as he stood and helped Twyla to her feet.
23 June 3066
Bamburgh
Colonel Jamison looked at the man approaching him. He carried a clipboard and walked with a fast pace, damn pencil pusher, Jamison thought to himself. He stood as the man reached him.
"Colonel Jamison I presume? I am Craig, Duke Mitchell ordered me to see about your equipment and material needs." Craig said
"About time, it has been several days already. Here is the list of my material needs I had my techs assemble, I doubt you can provide most on that list, but we will make do with whatever you can provide." Colonel Jamison said handing over the several pages, which Craig took and flipped thru them quickly.
"No problem, I will have the material on this list to you within a day." Craig said as he placed the list on his clipboard.
"Son, a lot of that stuff is Clan Tech." Colonel Jamison said
"I realize that. Obviously, you have not heard of us or been paying close attention. We can not only provide you with Clan Tech parts, but we can provide Clan Omni Mechs, which we build here on Bamburgh. Wolf's Dragoon's are no longer the only game in town when it comes to Clan Tech Colonel." Craig retorted
Colonel Jamison was taken aback slightly, he had heard rumors that the AFFC was fielding Clan Tech, and that forces assigned to the Outer March fielded Clan Tech, but he had always assumed it came from trade with Clan Nova Cat. Now this guy was telling him that they actually BUILT the stuff right here. Well shit, how about that.
Before he could respond, Craig spoke again. "I wonder if I might trade you for a couple of designs you field. I am interested in them."
"Trade me for what? You actually think I would trade any of my mechs for something in return? Are you crazy?" Colonel Jamison asked
"Yes, I would like a Marauder II, Shogun and Gallowglas. You have 4 Marauder II, 2 Shogun and 4 Gallowglas. I would like one of each. In return, I will provide you with 2 Supernova and 2 Kingfisher Omni Mechs." Craig said
Colonel Jamison was a little stunned, for 3 of his mechs, he was being offered 4 Clan Mechs in return. Powerful ones at that. "What exactly are you going to do with these mechs, if I might ask?"
"I plan to tear them apart and reverse engineer them of course. I know Blackwell Industries was destroyed, and since those mechs were pretty exclusive to Wolf's Dragoons, I plan to put them into production. It is a fair trade Colonel Jamison." Craig said
"I need to think on this Craig. Give me a day to think it over." Colonel Jamison said
***Ship added to design***