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alkemita

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #180 on: 24 March 2020, 17:49:48 »
Sadly, it's taken the Zombie Apocalypses for an epic update... but ooooooh, so worth the wait.

Thank you - this was all sitting complete, in my head for months, but I had a play to write. Glad you liked it.

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #181 on: 24 March 2020, 18:16:25 »
Glad you wrote it!  :thumbsup:

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #182 on: 21 April 2020, 21:44:44 »
Once again, not an update, sorry.

Just to keep you in the loop, it turns out that my play is only "mostly dead". While it won't see the stage anytime in the near future, my director and cast have very kindly offered to do a virtual table read of the script. Hence, I am back polishing the script and prepping for a compressed rehearsal schedule. Trying to get this done in the next 2-3 weeks.

The next part of A Reckoning is about 2/3 done. I considered posting the first half, but it doesn't work without the second half, so I beg your indulgence. The scope of the story is about to get a lot larger...

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #183 on: 22 April 2020, 02:45:41 »
No worries!  Best of luck with the virtual table read!  :thumbsup:

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #184 on: 24 April 2020, 05:44:56 »
Best of Luck from me, too.

Anything that helps the performing arts keep alive during these trying times is more important than fan fiction, IMHO.

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #185 on: 20 June 2020, 15:55:35 »
No sooner was I done with the virtual table read when work decided to crazy. Who'd have thought that in the middle of a global pandemic, people would buy so much stuff??

Anyway, here's an update....



Fort Basil Radick
Cameron, Strana Mechty
July 26, 3039


Cyrilla Ward entered the observation lounge while Natasha and Cadet Alana were en route to their respective start lines. Although the room was designed to accommodate over fifty viewers for the massive holotank that dominated its centre, there were less than a fifth of that present. Partially that was because of the small number of Trial participants, and partially this was because those present were the Khans of Clan Wolf, together with a handful of their aides and security escorts.

Both Khans turned, and Ward stopped briefly to exchange salutes.

“How is Star Captain Dechan?” Ulric asked.

“Resting. The medics say he will be fit for light duty in about a day, and full duty a few days after that,” Ward reported. Ulric absorbed the news with a nod.

“And Warrior Hiriam?”

Ward shrugged. “That would be former Warrior Hiriam – his injuries are too severe for him to continue in active service. I perused his record – if he had not gained that first kill, I would be recommending the Scientist caste for his new assignment, but since he did, perhaps the Watch could use him.”

Ulric nodded. “Your discretion, Galaxy Commander. Speaking of which, any first impressions on your new command?”

Ward’s face tightened. “Well, I have only been Omicron Galaxy’s commander for the past twenty minutes, but it is already clear that Lionel McKibben was close to apathetic and viciously petty. Two warriors have already pre-emptively requested a transfer to a solahma unit.”

Ulric’s face similarly grew grim. “Well, unfortunately, that is not surprising given what we now know about the former Galaxy Commander.”

Laurel Mehta now joined in. “The checks of Star Colonel Kerensky’s ‘Mech turned up nothing untoward, quineg?”

Neg, saKhan,” Ward shook her head. “And believe me, that Techs were most thorough. None of them wanted to share the former Master Tech’s fate.” Ward paused.

“Lionel McKibben’s enmity appears to have been directed solely at Star Captain Dechan.”

“Because of his Spheroid origins,” Ulric put in. “He said as much.”

“And there, once again, you see the size of the problem we face, ovKhan,” Mehta. “We have done too good of a job slandering the Inner Sphere.”

“The counter to bad propaganda is the facts,” Ulric responded. Mehta looked like she was going to argue, but changes in the holotank caught her attention.

 “They have reached the start line.”

The Holotank was split vertically to display Natasha and Alana’s Timber Wolves almost side by side, even thought they were eight hundred metres apart in reality. The ‘Mechs had been scaled to be about a metre and a half tall in the tank, with the observers’ point of view being behind and slightly above the candidates’ ‘Mechs. System status information was overlaid on both ‘Mechs, allowing Cyrilla and the others almost as much situational awareness as the MechWarriors piloting those machines.

As they watched, Natasha flexed her ‘Mech’s actuators one more time. Ward frowned as she watched – this wasn’t normal for –
“She is enraged,” remarked Ward.

“Which means what, Galaxy Commander?” demanded Mehta. But it was Ulric who replied.

“If the sibko tales I heard are to be believed, Laurel,” he pronounced, “we are either about to see something spectacular, or something terrible – or both.”

“All participants are in position,” reported Control as the holotank painted a trio of yellow squares in the distance beyond both candidates. “Trial will commence in five… four… three… two… one…”

Natasha’s black Timber Wolf leapt off the start line, driving straight for her first opponent, an Ice Ferret, though this was the B-configuration rather than the Prime one Fraser had faced. As they closed, Natasha spread the arms of her Timber Wolf, taking the PPC and Gauss Rifle they carried – her big guns – off target.

“What in the Great Father’s name is she doing?” demanded Mehta.

“She is daring her opponent to take the first shot,” Ward replied, just as the Ice Ferret obliged, stabbing out with its ER large laser – and missing. Somehow, Natasha had sidestepped her 75-tonne machine with exquisite timing and taken herself out of the line of fire.

Now Natasha wrenched her Timber Wolf’s arms back in line with her opponent and fired. Both shots caught the Ice Ferret dead-center. First the PPC, then the gauss slug. Diagnostic info tags around the ‘Mech changed faster than the eye could follow, but the outcome was clear. Gyro destroyed, the Ice Ferret lost its balance and fell, tumbling along the ground as it bled off momentum abruptly. One spiky-edged icon encircled a rapidly departing ejection seat, carrying MechWarrior Amelia to safety.

“Control confirms one kill, Star Colonel,” reported the dispassionate commentator. Ward clenched her jaw. The rules of a Trial of Position were different for previously qualified warriors. A single kill would be enough to keep Natasha in the Warrior Caste, but she would be demoted. She needed at least two kills to retain her rank. And right now she was running on emotion rather than thinking…

In the Holotank, Ward watched as Natasha jogged her Timber Wolf right, pulling her next opponent toward the centre of the trial area. Icons and tags showed the Timber Wolf Prime, piloted by Star Commander Hassan, closing steadily on Natasha’s own custom Timber Wolf. As in Dechan’s trial, the opposing warrior held their fire even though they had a range advantage over Natasha.

   The tension grew as the range wound down, but Natasha was still running toward the edge of the trial area. Ward spared a glance for the other half of the Holotank, where Cadet Alana had just gained warrior status by destroying the Viper she had been fighting – though not without cost, as it appeared she’d let the agile medium-class ‘Mech get into her rear arc at least once, judging by the breached rear torso armour and leaking heat sink Ward saw there.

   “Natasha is right on the boundary of her area,” commented Ulric, and Ward turned back to look. Sure enough, her Timber Wolf was just metres from a blue line superimposed on the display by the holotank.

   Star Commander Hassan chose this moment to open proceedings, launching a full salvo of LRMs at Natasha.

   Her reaction was to shoot back at Hassan with her gauss rifle… and fire her PPC at the other Timber Wolf – the one that was supposed to be Alana’s opponent.

   “Stravag!” swore Ward – and she wasn’t alone. By firing on two opponents at once, Natasha had changed the rules. All participants in this trial were now free to target her.

   It took a couple of seconds for the warriors on the field to react to Natasha’s actions. She took advantage of that, sprinting away from Hassan’s ‘Mech onto Alana’s half of the Trial area, randomly jinking her black Timber Wolf as she did so. She did enough to break one lock – a score of LRMs swept past her. Her Anti-Missile System opened up against the other score of LRMs, killing almost half of them. The remainder scattered their damage in penny packets – Ward doubted if Natasha even noticed them.

   A quartet of large lasers – a pair from each opposing Timber Wolf – flashed past Natasha. Three cleanly missed, the other burned off some black paint on Natasha’s left arm.

   Again Natasha side-stepped like she was piloting a light-class ‘Mech, and between that and her Anti-Missile System, the score of LRMs launched by the second Timber Wolf – piloted by Star Commander Eli Conners according to the info-tag – failed to make a dent on Natasha.

   Natasha fired her gauss rifle and large pulse laser into Conners’ ‘Mech, staggering it. While Conners fought for control, Alana launched an alpha strike at what should have been her second opponent. Two dozen LRMs hits and the impact of a large laser tipped the scales – literally. Conners lost his balance and fell. 

Still Natasha raced on, closing to within three hundred metres of where Conners was struggling to rise. She endured another LRM salvo from Hassan’s ‘Mech. More LRMs hit this time, courtesy of her AMS running out of ammo, but the accumulated damage was still too light to cause her concern.  Her large pulse laser spoke again, accompanied this time by an octet of Short Range Missiles. Without waiting to see the results, Natasha spun her ‘Mech to face her original opponent.

   Behind her, the SRM barrage found weak points in Conners’ armour, diving through breaches to wreck vital systems. Engine and gyro hits sealed his fate, and the auto-eject system blasted him clear. A second later, Alana’s LRM salvo arrived to rain further destruction on Conners’ Timber Wolf, but by then Control had already credited Natasha with the kill.

   Ward grabbed a control wand for the holotank and rapidly manipulated it. She dropped the view of now-Warrior Alana’s ‘Mech, allowing an expanded view of Natasha. She then pulled up an overhead display of the current situation in a new window and placed it to the side.

   On the display, the blue dot representing Natasha’s Timber Wolf was attracting a lot of attention. A trio of red dots – Star Commander Hassan’s Timber Wolf and two Dire Wolf-class OmniMechs, were closing on Natasha. A single yellow dot, standing for Warrior Alana’s own Timber Wolf, was also moving in Natasha’s direction, although this seemed to be mainly because that was where all the potential targets were.

   On the field, Natasha’s black ‘Mech emerged from around a hillock which absorbed most of an LRM barrage. Hassan nailed her torso with one of his large lasers though. In reply, Natasha’s PPC and large pulse laser shredded the remaining armour from Hassan’s centreline, allowing the gauss slug that arrived a fraction of a second later to completely gut the Timber Wolf.

   “Three kills, Star Colonel Kerensky,” reported Control, even as Natasha threw her ‘Mech sideways to avoid a quartet of large lasers fired by the nearer of the 100-tonne Dire Wolves that had now closed to firing range. She half succeeded – and the two lasers that did hit destroyed one of Natasha’s SRM packs.

   Ward brought up the warrior’s information for the Dire Wolf – Star Captain Glinda, of Beta Galaxy’s 341st Assault Cluster. With a start, Ward realised she knew this warrior. A member of House Ward, with a solid codex, but had never been able to get sponsored for a BloodName. She must have volunteered to face the legendary Black Widow in this trial to raise her standing.

   Natasha cut wide, stutter-stepping her Timber Wolf to make herself a harder target as she manoeuvred to make Star Captain Glinda’s Dire Wolf block line of sight for the second Dire Wolf. Autocannon shells flew past Natasha and pockmarked the soil just behind her as Glinda tried to keep up the pressure while bleeding off the excess heat – the Dire Wolf was not a cool running ‘Mech. A double-handful of LRMs sailed in, and Natasha raised her right arm just in time to take the blows there instead of on her already-breached right torso.

   “She’s not trying to shield the breach,” observed Ulric. Ward spared a glance for the senior Khan. His voice was calm as always, but she could see his stress in the way his right hand gripped his left behind his back. Mehta, as always, was more open about her emotional state. “No one has ever claimed four kills in a Trial of Position!” she exclaimed. “And yet she is trying!”

   “She is trying to make a point,” muttered Ward as she watched the holotank, where Natasha stopped circling and charged Glinda. The second Dire Wolf, a -B variant, managed to get a sight picture for it’s own PPCs and fired into Natasha’s left torso.

   Barely slowed by the hit, Natasha unleashed on Glinda’s ‘Mech. PPC, large pulse laser and gauss slug all hit dead center, chewing inexorably through hardened armour plate. But the Dire Wolf was one of the few ‘Mechs in existence that could take that much punishment to one location without a breach. Glinda stood her ground, fired three of her four large lasers, and threw in a pair of medium lasers, which were just inside their maximum range now.

   All the large lasers and one of the mediums hit Natasha, shattering armour over both hips and just below her cockpit. The medium laser struck the housing for Natasha’s large pulse laser but failed to penetrate.

   Natasha bored in close enough to carry out an alpha-strike. She got a lock at extreme range for her SRMs and loosed them as well. They were probably not necessary since the beam weapons and gauss slug comprehensively destroyed the Dire Wolf’s centre torso. Another ejection seat flew skyward, and Ward found herself wincing in sympathy for Star Captain Glinda, who was fast running out of chances to gain sponsorship for a BloodName.

   “Fo – Four kills, Star… er… Star Colonel Kerensky,” came the flustered voice of Control.

   Glinda’s collapsing Dire Wolf revealed the final Dire Wolf trading shots with a back-pedalling Warrior Alana, whose Timber Wolf had certainly seen better days. One missile pack was missing, as was the opposite arm.

   Natasha strode into this new fight, sending gauss slug and PPC downrange against the Dire Wolf-B. That ‘Mech shifted attention to what was clearly the more dangerous opponent and loosed it’s complete long range arsenal at Natasha – twin PPCs and quadruple rapid-firing 30mm autocannon. Natasha tried to dance her ‘Mech out of the way, but was only partially successful this time. One PPC found her remaining SRM launcher. The other shredded the armour over her left shin. Five out of eight 30mm shells also hit – most of them thundering into the left arm.

   “She is tiring!” saKhan Mehta observed.

   “Well, she cannot stop now,” observed Ward. “She initiated the melee.”

   In the tank, the icons told the tale – Natasha still had most of her firepower, but with her armour eroded, one good hit could put her down.
   The Black Widow shifted her angle of approach, weathering another peppering from the Dire Wolf’s 30mm autocannons. Her reply was a gauss slug to her opponent’s thick hide. Her PPC came up to add to the damage, but Alana chose that moment to re-enter the fight, launching her final LRM salvo and following up with her remaining large laser against the other side of the Dire Wolf. Natasha immediately turned her PPC on Alana, blasting her in the leg and knocking down the freshly-minted warrior. It was just as well she did so, because the Dire Wolf was just behind Natasha in retaliation, unleashing its own twin PPCs in Alana’s direction. Thanks to the fall, both beams sailed over the collapsing Timber Wolf.

   “That is extremely petty,” noted saKhan Mehta.

   “Petty or not, it fits with the point Natasha is trying to make,” riposted Ulric.

   Natasha’s large pulse laser sparked against the Dire Wolf’s right arm, but it didn’t stop the assault-class OmniMech from bringing the LB-10X autocannon (a twin to the one that had been mounted on Dechan’s Summoner) into line and firing. Unlike the autocannon Dechan had carried, this one was loaded with solid shot that hit Natasha’s center torso under the cockpit, removing over half the remaining protection she had there. All four of the smaller 30mm autocannon shells hit too, including one that cracked a cockpit window.

   Natasha seemed to find a fresh burst of energy – her Timber Wolf virtually skipped sideways as she angled for a better firing solution. Then, suddenly, she stopped dead, spoiling her opponent’s aim. Twin PPCs flashed right through where she would have been a split second later.

   In reply Natasha’s gauss rifle spat a slug that crushed the cockpit of the Dire Wolf – there would be no ejection this time.

   All was still for a long moment, then the radio crackled. “Five kills, Star Colonel Kerensky. This Trial –“

   A large laser flashed out from behind Natasha, carving through her right shoulder joint and amputating the arm.

   The holotank view spun to show Warrior Alana’s battered Timber Wolf charging Natasha.

   “Great Father, don’t do it…” breathed Ward.

   Natasha spun her Timber Wolf, shrugged off a medium laser hit to her left torso, and sent another gauss slug through Alana’s gyro.

   While yet another ejection seat blazed skyward, the radio came back to life, and Natasha Keresnsky spoke for the first time this Trial.

   “Well, Control, you are the scorekeeper. How many is that?”

   “Six, Star Colonel,” came back the awed voice of Control.

Fort Basil Radick
Cameron, Strana Mechty
July 28, 3039


Dechan put down the paint brush with a sigh. His back and shoulder were still sore, and he didn’t want to mess up what he was doing, so he forced himself to go slow and take frequent breaks.

At least his head was back to normal – the anti-concussion drug they’d given him kept him in bed for a day with repeated bouts of nausea, but by morning all was well. He’d reported for duty to find that he and Natasha were now temporarily assigned to Omicron Galaxy’s staff as aides to Galaxy Commander Cyrilla Ward. A permanent assignment would come later.

Temporary assignment or not, it felt good to have a defined place in Clan Wolf. The Trial of Position had defined him by Clan standards. There were still dirty looks and suspicious glances, especially from some of the Trueborns, but there was also awe and respect from everyone else, especially since word of his challenge to Lionel McKibben had gotten out. That particular trial would be conducted once both parties were fully fit again (the Elementals had not been particularly gentle when confining the former Galaxy Commander).

When Fraser was informed that as a Star Captain, he had some influence over his choice of ‘Mech, he’d requested, and received, the Summoner that he’d piloted in his Trial. Not everyone thought this was a good idea – Cyrilla reminded him that the Summoner was typically associated with Clan Jade Falcon, one of Clan Wolf’s biggest rivals – but he liked how the 70-tonne machine handled. He thought the weapons configuration he’d used during the Trial left something to be desired, but since the Summoner was an OmniMech, he could do something about it.

It took the Techs the best part of a day to put the battered machine back together, but now it was done. They’d also painted it black with red highlights, mimicking the colours he’d used in the Black Widow Battalion. The overall result was to make the ‘Mech look like it had just come off the assembly line.

There was one final detail needed, however, which was why he was up on the scaffolding in the Mech Bay with paint and brush.

“You up there, Dechan?”

He stuck his head over the edge of the scaffold. Natasha was looking up at him.  “Sure am,” her replied, preparing to clean up his supplies so he could go down and see what she wanted.

“Stay there – I’ll come up,” Natasha forestalled him. It didn’t take long for her to ride the cage frame elevator to him. 
 
   By way of greeting, Natasha handed over a can of beer, retaining a second one for herself.

   “Thanks,” Dechan said as he opened it. After a swallow, he indicated the three stars on Natasha’s collar. “So, I see they’re not bowing to the inevitable and making you a Khan,” he quipped.

   Natasha snorted, took a swig from her can. “Can’t win a Khanship in a Trial of Position. Not supposed to be able to make more than three kills anyway.” She shuffled around Dechan to see what he had been working on. Below the standard white text on the canopy rail that proclaimed this Summoner to be assigned to Star Captain Dechan, a stencil was taped in place, with another name that Dechan was slowly filling in with red paint – “Jenette III”, it proclaimed, in a flowing, cursive font face she didn’t recognise.  Natasha nodded in approval.

   “Jenette would have been very proud of you, Dechan,” Natasha said, in a sincere tone that few would have believed she could have managed.

   “I’d have settled for her not calling me ‘Foster’ anymore,” Dechan laughed, referencing Jenette’s nickname for him due to his origins outside the Dragoons. He set aside the beer can and retrieved the brush, getting to work on the first “t” in Jenette’s name. “So, what happened in your meeting with the Khans and Loremaster?”

   Natasha’s response was to check their surroundings carefully under the guise of taking another drink. Stepping closer as if to admire Dechan’s work, she told him “We have a permanent assignment. “

   Dechan half turned, with a raised eyebrow. Natasha grinned. “Meet your new Commanding Officer – same as the old one.”

   “Congratulations, Star Colonel – I presume they’re trying to keep all the troublemakers in one place?”

   “You guessed right, Star Captain. So, for your sins, you are now the commander of my Trinary Battle.”

   “I see – what unit?”

   “Thirteenth Wolf Guards.”

   Fraser frowned, his brush poised over the second “t”. “I don’t remember seeing a Thirteenth Wolf Guards on the roster.”

   “That’s because there wasn’t one until this morning.”

   “Someone’s really worried about cross-contamination, then.”

   “In a way.”

   “So that means you asked for the trouble-makers, the solahma, the young turks and the desperate to fill out your new command.”

   “You know me so well,” Natasha replied, crumpling her empty beer can. “We’ll beat them into shape and then show the Clans what real war is like.”

   Fraser put down his brush and stood slowly. “Now, why don’t you tell me what really happened in that meeting,” he said, quite gently.

   “Who says anything else happened?” Natasha shot back, not gently.

   “You just did,” Fraser said. Natasha’s eyes narrowed as she heard something in Fraser’s tone… disappointment? She felt her hackles rise. “I did no such –“

   “I have eyes, ears and a brain, Natasha,” Fraser interrupted. “I saw the BattleROM of your Trial. Now, Trueborn Warriors saw the legend of the Black Widow grow yet again – six kills, twice as many as the record –“

   “Don’t tell me you’re jealous I doubled your score,” scoffed Natasha.

   “Really? That’s what you think I’m like? Come on, Natasha. You never let me wallow in self pity when I needed to talk about Jenette.” Fraser paused, but Natasha didn’t jump in, so he continued. “Trueborn warriors may have wet themselves with excitement because they got to see a legend in action, but I know better. You were in a berserker rage, you were not in control – don’t roll your eyes, Natasha – I saw the BattleROM, remember? You were taunting your opponents, you were reckless about not shielding your breached torso. If one of my MechWarriors had done what you did, I’d have them up on charges!”

   “Are you finished?” Natasha growled.

   “No.” Fraser stepped in until he was almost toe-to-toe with the Star Colonel. “I’m concerned on two fronts here, Natasha. Your incredible skills are the only thing that got you out of that Trial alive, because your tactics were for shit. Starting a melee! You made things as hard as possible for yourself –“

   “I had to!” Natasha snarled.

   “No you didn’t!” Fraser shot back. “Come on, Natasha, look at the tactical situation. You have two groups of opponents. One is effectively pinned down by Cadet Alana and irrelevant to your situation. The way you shoot, you could have run through all three of your opponents before she had time to take down more than one of hers. After that, if you wanted to, you could have picked off her opponents once they’d weakened each other. Instead, you just had to sow chaos and showboat your way to your kills, didn’t you? And you knocked Alana down to deny her a second kill – “

   “She wouldn’t have made a second kill.”

   “Stop with the sidetracking, Natasha – what you did was petty and reckless in the extreme! You’ve done it before, back in the Sphere. I’ve seen that BattleROM too – on Crossing, where Jaime Wolf had to bail you out because you went berserker.” Kerensky shook her head and looked away, but Fraser stepped around to face her again. “Do you think that’s acceptable behaviour for a Cluster Commander?”

   “****** you,” hissed Natasha.

   “I bet Ulric and Laurel Mehta made that same point to you, didn’t they?”

   Natasha glared at him.

   “Clanners and Spheroids on the same page? That’s got to tell you something.” Fraser paused – this was going to hurt. “You need to get a handle on it, Natasha –“

   “Yeah, yeah, ‘because the stakes are so high and we can’t afford any slips’,” Kerensky interrupted.

   “Not just that,” Fraser said, making sure Natasha was paying attention before he sunk the dagger. “I’m not sure I would have full confidence in any CO of mine that was prone to such… lapses.”

   Natasha went very still. Fraser had to fight the urge to look around and make sure he wasn’t too close to the edge of the gantry.

   A second passed, then two. Fraser was trying to think of something to say, when Natasha did – “Fine.” She shoved past him, headed for the elevator.

   “This is about Joshua isn’t it?” he called after her.

   She spun on her heel and was on him in a flash, grabbing the front of his jacket.

   “HOW DARE YOU?!” she shrieked.

   With some difficulty, Fraser broke her grip, but was then forced to fend off a flurry of blows. She’s not thinking again he realised, using that knowledge to slip her attacks and take her legs out from under her.

Kerensky bounced off the Summoner on her way down, her flailing arm sweeping Fraser’s paint pot and beer can off the gantry. In the sudden silence, the sound of the pot and can hitting the hanger floor ten meters below was shockingly loud.

   “******!” cursed Natasha as she dragged herself to a sitting position.

   “******!” echoed Fraser as he supported his already wounded right arm with his left.

   “Hegira?” asked Natasha.

   “Hell, yes,” snarled Fraser, collapsing onto a convenient tool chest. “I didn’t understand before, you know. But you’ve had plenty of practise covering up.”

   “What the hell are you talking about, Fraser?” Natasha asked, examining the red paint stain on her sleeve.

   “I was a mess when I first transferred into the Widows,” Fraser explained, flexing the fingers of his right hand to check for additional damage. “You remember – most of my company died in the Fourth War, I missed almost all of the damned thing because of Misery, and by the time I wake up, the woman I loved is on a deep-cover mission, so I never got to say goodbye to her. Then her ashes come back in a box…” Fraser paused. “So I just kept moving, putting one foot in front of another –“

   “And no one really noticed because all of us were in the same boat,” Natasha nodded.

   “- because if I stopped moving, I’d… stop… moving…” Fraser trailed off, with a hard look at Natasha, who merely nodded after a second. Taking a deep breath, Fraser continued, “But you noticed, and you offered me a venue to talk about it, and I figured you understood, because of Joshua –“ Fraser braced himself, but Natasha didn’t even react to the name this time. “And you know what? It helped. I got better. Life had meaning again.  And then General Wolf and yourself offered me the chance to do something challenging and worthwhile, and here I am.” Fraser paused to carefully test his right arm – it seemed about the same as before. “I had to ask myself if I was taking a suicide mission, Natasha. And you know what? I realised that even though there’s a damned good chance I’ll die, this isn’t a suicide mission, not to me. The stakes are too high, and I’m going to fight with everything I have to stay alive and see it through. That’s how I knew I’d moved on after Jenette died.”

Fraser shifted, leaning forward. “But you, Natasha – I don’t think you’ve ever moved on from Joshua.” He saw Natasha start to flush, and jumped in. “Don’t tell me I’m wrong. Don’t. I lied to myself for a long time about this, Natasha. I was dead – I just didn’t admit it. Well, Star Colonel – it’s time to live again. The dead can’t execute this plan. Only the living can. Choose life. Please.”

For a long moment, Fraser thought his gambit had failed. Natasha’s stone faced façade held strong. He was trying to think of some other way to reach her when the Black Widow’s iron grip on her emotions came apart in an instant.  A choked sob erupted from her chest despite her best efforts to hold it back, then another, and another, then she keeled over, but Fraser was there to catch her, enfolding her in his arms as Natasha Kerensky finally allowed herself to mourn.


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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #186 on: 20 June 2020, 15:57:52 »
41°03’61”S 112°49’49”E, [UNKNOWN WORLD]
Markesan Operational Area, Crucis March, Federated Commonwealth
December 04, 3041


   “All callsigns, move now, now now!”

   Sergeant Morgan braced himself against the lip of the overhead hatch as Decatur floored the accelerator. The APC bounced out from behind the giant buttress root, closely followed by three more. Morgan turned his head to the rear to do a count, and then wished he hadn’t.

   Coming out from between the gigantic not-trees were four… no, five – shit, six of those unknown ‘Mechs.

   One, clearly a light-class design, sped ahead, using jump jets to vault the huge buttress roots they’d had to drive around.

   “Incoming jumper, six-o’clock!” Morgan called into his headset even as he levelled his rifle at the ‘Mech, somewhat uselessly.

   It reappeared too soon, rising over the root they’d just cleared on jets of super-heated plasma, bringing arm-mounted lasers and missile tubes into line with the little convoy.

   Morgan braced for it, but then a silver streak slammed into the ‘Mech’s left torso, gutting it and sending it out of control.

   “Good shooting, Ferres!” Captain Salazar’s voice was tight. Morgan ducked back into the APC as the enemy ‘Mech slammed back into the ground and exploded. Morgan heard pieces of armour plating pinging against the APC’s hull.

   “Thanks, skipper,” Corporal Ferres called back cheerfully, but his next phrase was grim “Gauss ammo status red,” he reported, which meant that the Demon tank’s main gun was down to twenty-five percent of its ammo load – four shots left.

   “Almost there, hang on people,” Salazar replied. Morgan looked around the compartment to see that his people were okay. They were, and Durham was monitoring their two stretcher cases.

   Morgan popped his head back up out of the hatch in time to hear a new voice cut in on the radio.

   “Silver Wolf, Silver Wolf, Scavenger inbound, ETA two mikes. Squawk status, over!”

   Craning his head almost vertical, Morgan spotted the drive flare of the DropShip – as well as those of at least three AeroSpace fighters darting in for attack runs on their rescuers.

   “Scavenger, Silver Wolf-Actual – we have the package! Four Papa-Charlies, one Charlie-Victor! REDFORCE inbound, estimate six Bravo-Mikes! And it looks like you have some company too.”

   “You should’ve seen the ones who fell for our decoy, Silver Wolf. Hang tight, we’re coming to get you.”

   “Here they come!” called someone in one of the other APCs. Two more ‘Mechs, probably Medium-class broke cover, one running around the buttress roots, the other jumping over them.

   Decatur yanked their APC hard left, causing Morgan to fall back into the APC, but not before he saw a PPC flash uncomfortably close.

   A booming sound told him that at least one of the ‘Mechs was firing an autocannon – it had to be, their convoy didn’t have any.

   In reply, Salazar was firing the heavy machine gun back at their pursuers.

   “…got him!” he heard over his headset.

   “Not enough!”

   There was a hollow explosion outside.

   “Archie’s gone,” came the flat report. The Demon, their only true combat vehicle, was destroyed.

   The APC was weaving like crazy now that it had broken out onto the clear plains they’d picked as the emergency extraction point.

   With some effort, Morgan heaved himself up and out of the hatch again. If he was going to die, he’d do it facing the enemy, dumb as that sounded to him.   As though they could read his mind, Hallister, Park and Vukovic popped their own overhead hatches and levelled their puny rifles at the on-rushing white-and-black ‘Mechs.

   Overhead, Scavenger was now a distinct sphere shape, coming in hot. Only one fighter was still attacking, and a diving smoke trail marked where at least one of the others had gone. Fountains of dirt appeared left and right of the APC as Decatur swerved. All five remaining ‘Mechs were now out in the open.

   Suddenly, the APC right behind Morgan flipped into the air, disintegrating as it did so.

   “Silver Wolf, Scavenger – one mike out – confirm you have three Papa-Charlie,”

   “Scavenger, Silver Wolf-Actual. Confirmed! I am turning command over to Three-Four!”

   Morgan’s head snapped around. “Three-Four” was his callsign.

   He dropped down to see Salazar coming out of the front compartment.

   “Captain!” He called.

   “Lead them, Sergeant Morgan – get our people onto that ship,” Salazar cut him off as he strapped on a jump-pack and grabbed their last two satchel charges.

   Morgan looked the 7th Kommando officer in the eye, then braced as best he could in the bucking compartment and saluted.

   “Aye, Captain! Good luck!”

   Salazar nodded and moved to the hatch Morgan had vacated. Morgan lurched to the front and buckled himself into the vehicle commander’s seat. Punching up the radio, he said “All callsigns, this is Three-Four. I have command.”

   “All Silver Wolf callsigns – initiate, now, now, now!” Captain Salazar called. Morgan used the optics of the APC’s remote weapon station to watch as Captain Salazar and his three remaining troopers rocketed away from the APCs toward the onrushing enemy ‘Mechs.

   “Three-Four, Scavenger. Be advised we have incoming REDAIR – one squadron. Also, you have additional REDFORCE inbound, estimate two mikes, company strength.”

   “Get down here right now, Scavenger!” Morgan couldn’t help but shout.

   Behind the three surviving APCs, Silver Wolf jetted toward the enemy, alternating with zig-zag running between jumps. Weapons fire chased them, but most of the firepower was still being thrown at the APCs.

   One of the Kommandos jumped for the damaged ‘Mech that had killed Archie Ferres and his crew, but misjudged his approach and was crushed by the ‘Mech’s oncoming knee.

   Now Scavenger was close enough to throw PPCs and missile fire at the enemy. One of the ‘Mechs shied away from the fire, allowing Salazar to jump onboard. It wasn’t perfect – all he had were grip-gloves rather than the purpose-built grapple that was preferred for this sort of thing, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and the gloves enhanced his strength enough to get the job done.

   An autocannon discharged just over his head, deafening him, the back-pressure wave knocking the wind out of him, but he managed to hang on, and drag himself around to the back of the ‘Mech.

   There – ammo dump port, Salazar recognised the design. He grabbed one of his satchel charges, oriented it so the flat side stencilled with “THIS SIDE TOWARD TARGET” was indeed facing the ‘Mech, and slapped it over the port, where magnetic clamps on the corners of the charge held it fast. Salazar then twisted open the safety cover on one corner of the charge and pulled the lanyard to arm the thing while activating his jump pack to get clear.

   The fuse burned short – he was barely outside the danger zone when the charge went off – followed milliseconds later by half a ton of autocannon ammunition. The last thing Salazar saw, off in the distance, was Scavenger grounding, her guns providing covering fire to three tiny APCs racing for her lowering ramp.

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« Reply #187 on: 20 June 2020, 17:49:23 »
That was a very nice story update!  I'm looking forward to the next one!

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« Reply #188 on: 20 June 2020, 20:02:49 »
Indeed, glad to see you back!  :thumbsup:

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« Reply #189 on: 20 June 2020, 22:19:27 »
*claps* 6? Six..... what is going on in the Markesan Operational Area? in 3041?
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« Reply #190 on: 21 June 2020, 03:15:49 »
Looks to me like some early anti-ComStar (eventually to be WoB) action...  ^-^

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« Reply #191 on: 21 June 2020, 09:32:27 »
That was a very nice story update!  I'm looking forward to the next one!

Indeed, glad to see you back!  :thumbsup:

Thank you both - thought I'd written myself into a corner with Dechan's Trial - spent a lot of time thinking "how the hell is the Black Widow going to top that - realistically??"

*claps* 6? Six..... what is going on in the Markesan Operational Area? in 3041?

Looks to me like some early anti-ComStar (eventually to be WoB) action...  ^-^

It's the end-game of the mission Jaime Wolf gave Cranston & Rhonda Snord back in Act I of this story. Flip back a few updates and you'll see that they stumbled on a ComStar Hidden World...

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« Reply #192 on: 21 June 2020, 10:28:00 »
So Natasha's loadout is...ER PPC, Gauss Rifle, Large Pulse Laser, AMS, 2x SRM-4?
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« Reply #193 on: 21 June 2020, 10:41:55 »
I thought they were 6 racks...

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« Reply #194 on: 21 June 2020, 11:50:45 »
So Natasha's loadout is...ER PPC, Gauss Rifle, Large Pulse Laser, AMS, 2x SRM-4?

2x Streak SRM4 actually. Otherwise, correct.

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« Reply #195 on: 21 June 2020, 11:55:10 »
I stand corrected... thanks!  :thumbsup:

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« Reply #196 on: 21 June 2020, 13:56:01 »
Hoo boy,

now that was intense, on both accounts. Great story up to now and I really like the interaction between Dechan and Natasha at the end of the latest update. Also great work on the hidden C* world there, guess the data will be a proverbial bomb on the whole IS.

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« Reply #197 on: 21 June 2020, 18:39:13 »
Hoo boy,

now that was intense, on both accounts. Great story up to now and I really like the interaction between Dechan and Natasha at the end of the latest update.

Thank you - I agonised over that conversation, because it's always been clear to me that Natasha's carrying around some serious issues with regards to Joshua. I always wondered why nobody ever called her on it, because she was always likely to get a lot of people killed the way she was written.

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Also great work on the hidden C* world there, guess the data will be a proverbial bomb on the whole IS.

Assuming they can actually get it out...

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« Reply #198 on: 21 June 2020, 19:15:34 »
My money's on 7th Kommando…  ^-^

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« Reply #199 on: 21 June 2020, 20:49:03 »
My money's on 7th Kommando…  ^-^

Except that Silver Wolf traded their lives to get the expedition remnants back to the DropShip....

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« Reply #200 on: 29 June 2020, 21:15:32 »
AN: Here's a quick update. Just came to me a few days ago and wouldn't leave me alone.



“Selling Security” – Feature Article, Die Market, Vol. XCIV, No. 11. May 3043
By Kristoffer Gerlach (Tharkad) with additional reporting by JoAnne de Ferrol (New Avalon)

| English Version | Deutsche Version | Tionndadh Gàidhlig | Versione Italiana | Version Française |

   
[COVER PIC: Map of the Federated Commonwealth, with two gauntlets superimposed, one in Steiner Blue, the other in Davion Green, holding bags marked with Kroner signs]
   
   “Strong Defences. Strong Economy. Strong Future.”

   Phrases you are probably heartily sick of seeing and hearing by now.

   “But, that’s not the way I heard it,” you might be saying. And you might be right. Perhaps you heard it like this:

   “Strong Economy. Strong Defences. Strong Future.”

   Or, maybe you remember it as:

   “Strong Future – from Strong Defences and a Strong Economy.”

   Or, even this way:

   “Strong Future – built by a Strong Economy and Strong Defences.”

   Whatever version of the slogan you remember, you were witness to (and the target audience for) the largest advertising campaign in the Federated Commonwealth’s short history, one that is estimated to have cost about five billion Kroner.  Now, for the first time, Die Market can take you behind the scenes to examine the origins of this enormous effort.

   A true bi-national undertaking, the “Strong Future” campaign was the brainchild of an unprecedented joint-venture between the Ministry of Ways and Means in the Federated Suns and the famous Donegal-based ad agency BeckerRomano & Associates.

   
[PIC: Three-quarter profile shot of Priscilla Romano in her office. CAPTION: “Senior Partner Priscilla K. Romano”]

   “We were originally approached by a representative of the FedCom government in the middle of 3040,” says agency partner Priscilla Romano. “They mentioned that we had caught their attention because of our long experience in adapting ad campaigns for regional markets – but we’d never done anything on this scale.”

   That experience would be sorely needed, and tested, in the coming months. Given a brief to reach every world in the Federated Commonwealth – almost one thousand separate markets in all – you would have expected BeckerRomano to have mobilised every asset at their disposal.

   “Actually, that was not the case,” Romano clarifies. “For two reasons. Firstly, we had existing campaigns we were already working on, and we could not simply pull people from those. Secondly, and most importantly, we believe in quality over quantity. It is far better to have fewer people, but the right ones, on a job, rather than putting in lots of people who may or may not be the right fit. Also, the larger the team gets, the harder it becomes to manage. A smaller team is more flexible too, and we needed that flexibility.”

   In the end, the Strong Future campaign was created, managed and executed by a team of less than one hundred people at its largest – and was often smaller than that. That number included the contribution of the other party in this relationship – a ten-specialist-strong group from an obscure part of the Federated Suns’ Ministry of Ways and Means.

   
[PIC: Cooper Tikolo perched on the edge of his desk. CAPTION: “Deputy Director Cooper Tikolo”]

   “I think our greatest challenge was convincing the BeckerRomano fellows that we weren’t AdSer!” laughs now-Deputy Director Cooper Tikolo as we talk in his New Avalon office. He understood why there would be some apprehension on the part of the Lyran agency. After all, the Federated Suns’ Ministry of Administrative Services is notorious Sphere-wide for its inefficiencies and borderline incompetence, and often the only thing ousiders now about FedSuns bureacracy. Ways and Means, on the other hand, is universally considered to be the best-run ministry in the FedSuns by some margin.

   The new Deputy Director of the Ways and Means Research Bureau was a section leader within the bureau when he got the call to take his team across the Human Sphere to work on the “Strong Future” campaign. It might seem surprising that a ministry primarily concerned with hard numbers in the form of trade, taxes and fiscal policy would maintain a bureau that tries to measure public feeling and opinions, but Tikolo doesn’t see it like that.

   “If you think about it, getting the public onside is critical to the successful implementation of any policy in general,” he says, jabbing a finger into his desk for emphasis. “We’ve all been on the receiving end of seemingly arbitrary decisions by the local council or county – let’s say, by suddenly doubling the pet licence fee with no explanation – that one happened to me last year. So now the bureaucracy is wasting time fielding complaints from the public, wasting money chasing down people who refuse to pay. On and on it goes. All because they failed to get the public onboard with them. If you scale that up to an interstellar level, the losses and wastage become truly incredible. So it behooves us to head off as many problems as possible.”

   I suggest that sounds a lot like the advertising business. “Oh yes, Frau Romano saw the parallels straight away,” he acknowledges.

   So what did Tikolo’s team bring to the table, given that BeckerRomano were no slouches themselves in the public opinion game?

   “Oh, they’re damned good at PubOp research,” Tikolo says “but my team’s area of expertise is in secondary and tertiary effect analysis. Things like what the consumer is likely to do if they liked your message, how that’s different if they didn’t like the message, how much of their circle can they influence, that kind of thing.”

   Romano is similarly complimentary about Tikolo’s team. It was a good thing the teams meshed so well, given the scope of the project.

   Their task was to build public support for possibly the largest military project since the creation of the Star League Defence Force, the wholesale upgrade of the Armed Forces of the Federated Commonwealth.

   A little background is necessary at this point. Thanks to the recovery of the Helm Memory Core by the Gray Death Legion, and painstaking work by institutions such as the New Avalon Institute of Science, the Federated Commonwealth found itself in a position to bring LosTech back. Some data from the core, chiefly medical in nature, was released as soon as the core could be decoded, but most of the effort was focussed on retrieving military systems knowledge. It was government policy to prioritise the recovery of military data above all else.

   By 3040, the FedCom had recovered enough data to make the restoration of dozens of military production lines feasible. Everything from jump packs to JumpShips was in line for upgrades, and the military grapevine was alive with rumours of super-powered weapons and vehicles coming “any day now.”

   The critical resource, as always, was money. There were rumours that the cost of upgrading every factory and production facility to LosTech standards would bankrupt even the FedCom. Although that is most likely an exaggeration, it was manifestly clear that whatever they decided to do, it would not be cheap. Also, like any nation state, there were multiple calls on all available funds at any one time, forcing the government to make hard choices.

   Enter the joint BeckerRomano-Research Bureau team.

   “It’s far too easy to make the mistake of over-simplifying matters,” Romano asserts. “Our initial research brought out two themes that resonated with the population of both states. One was security, and the other was economic benefit. Now, while security had a higher emphasis in the FedSuns and economy polled stronger in the LyrCom, once we dug a little deeper, we found a lot of regional variances.”

   One of those variances was that planets in border regions were far more likely to favour the security message, regardless of state, and likewise, planets in the interior were more stimulated by the idea of economic development. In that respect, for example, the Tamar worlds had more in common with those of the Draconis March in the FedSuns than they did with say, Donegal ones.

   Given the number of planets involved and looming deadlines, it seemed slicing down to provincial level was the best that the campaign could hope for in crafting their message. But here the Research Bureau team proved their worth.

   [PIC: People standing in a holotank looking at a map of Skye Province, with data windows attached to some worlds. CAPTION: “BeckerRomano and Research Bureau team members at work”]

   “What we did, essentially, was run our usual analyses and processes backwards,” Tikolo explains. “Instead of putting a proposition forward for testing, and then reading the factors to determine what the changes were likely to be, we went straight to the data maintained by both states, extracted the factors on a planetary level, and used that to determine what the population thought, right now.”

   Exactly what those “factors” are remain classified, but Tikolo, speaking in generalities, says they include such items as demographic profiles, self-sufficiency indices, consumer purchasing behaviour and sometimes even the fortunes of sports teams; all of this being run through algorithms to compensate for certain differences between worlds.

   “Frankly, it was astonishing what they were able to get for us,” Romano says.  “I mean, they were able to give us reads on Periphery-border planets where no one had ever done a poll since the days of the Star League!”

   But how accurate were they?

   “Of course there was some degree of skepticism,” acknowledges Romano, “and given the importance of this contract, we felt we had to find a way to confirm their analysis.”

   Given the limited time, the team picked ten worlds with poor polling histories and did their own studies to check against the Research Bureau team predictions.

   “That’s low for a statistically sound sample,” admits Tikolo, “but that was all we had time for.”

   And the results?

   “On seven of the ten worlds, the polls agreed with our analysis within the margin of error. The other three were within four points of the margin.”

   With the methodology judged acceptable, BeckerRomano’s messaging team swung into action. Thanks to the Research Bureau team, they were now able to segment their target audience down to the individual planetary level. This was the point when the team grew to its largest as additional analysts and translators were brought in to craft ads that would be tailored for each planet.

   “We paid a lot of attention to the wording of the campaign slogan,” Romano says. “Our experience in the marketing world shows that simple and short is better. The data showed us that support for the Federated Commonwealth was reasonably solid, but not spectacularly so. We wanted originally to tie the campaign to the aspirational goal of a ‘Strong Realm’, but the word ‘Realm’ had too many, sometimes contradictory, meanings for people in our focus groups.

“So we went for our second choice, ‘Strong Future’ and found that this resonated with the vast majority of those who supported the FedCom, as well as a significant majority of those that were neutral toward the FedCom, and, oddly enough, this phrase also tested well with nearly half of the FedCom-skeptics, so it was a natural fit as the ‘punch-line’.

   “The other two phrases reflected the basic concerns of the ordinary citizen – security and prosperity. We kept the adjective ‘Strong’ to tie everything together, and picked ‘Defences’ and ‘Economy’ to go with it because those terms could be partially self-defined by the viewer, and allow us a better chance to get agreement with the messaging.”

   There was another reason for keeping the wording as simple as possible. Now that they could tailor the message to planetary level, BeckerRomano proposed to their client, the FedCom government, that as far as possible, the advertising should run in the dominant languages of each planet, and the simple slogan aided translation.

   And now you know why there were multiple versions of the slogan at the top of this article. The simplicity of it allowed it to be rearranged according to planetary priorities without losing any of the impact.

   Those concerned with security would get messaging that emphasised the increased capability of upgraded vehicles to provide defences. Those wondering about seeing opportunities from the FedCom merger would be told how the revitalised military production would have flow on effects into many disparate parts of the economy. All would emphasise the better (Strong) future that would flow from the preceding things.

   With the concept nailed down Romano’s team went back to the FedCom government to pitch their execution ideas.

   
[PIC: Poster Proofs fanned out across a tabletop. CAPTION: “Some of the sample imaging BeckerRomano used”]

   “We planned on a large-scale campaign, without going full saturation, because that can backfire on you,” Romano explains. “We mocked up Screen ads, flat media, UniNet banner ads, the whole lot. We bought screen time, UniNet pageshare, static posters, mass transit decals – everything we could. We intended that each ad be topped and tailed by regional, recognised public figures, sandwiching a piece from, say, an entrepreneur, a soldier, and so on.

   “So we went to the government asking for help to get nobles, especially, to front these ads. “

   That was when the meeting took a bit of a surreal turn. The senior FedCom representative, upon hearing the request to facilitate the appearance of senior nobles in the ads, pointed out that this was a campaign of national importance, and if BeckerRomano wanted noble participation, why were they asking for regional nobles and not the Sovereigns themselves?

   “I had to admit to him that it was because we didn’t think we’d be able to get them!” Romano chuckles.

   But get them they did, which paved the way for the most memorable ad campaign in living memory.

   In hindsight, it’s easy to wonder how anyone other than the Archon and the First Prince could ever have been considered to open and close the ads, so perfectly did it work. But in fairness to BeckerRomano, this was a offer without precedent, which only emphasises again the importance placed on it at the highest levels of the government.

   The Research Bureau’s analyses continued to pay off even at this stage.

   “Going by the stereotypes, it would have been easy to make Archon Melissa the face of the ‘Strong Economy’ ads, and First Prince Hanse the face of the ‘Strong Defences’ ones right?” Tikolo asks. “But it’s not that simple. The modeling showed that, for example, in some places, people were pretty confident in Prince Davion’s martial abilities but wanted reassurance that he was concerned with their need to put food on the table – so there we’d have him doing a modified ‘Strong Economy’ pitch.

   “There were also some places where one Sovereign was more popular than another – for any number of reasons - so it made sense to use the more popular one there. That’s why the First Prince ended up being the front man in the ads that went to about one third of the planets in Skye – there was a lot of distrust over anything that was too obviously from Tharkad there.”

   Tikolo also provides another example that shows some of the complexities – Archon Melissa fronted the “Strong Defences” ad for Novaya Zemlya, a world in the Capellan March and an obvious choice for the First Prince to sell the plan.

   “But our analysis kept twigging on one of our factors, and after we dug a little, we found that there was a little bit of annoyance towards the First Prince because he had been photographed jogging in a Listowel Rockets jersey the year before, just before the Federation Cup playoffs.” The Listowel Rockets, arch-enemies of Lokomotiv Novaya Zemlya, famously beat Lokomotiv in the grand final of the FedSun’s top-tier interplanetary rugby championship that year.

   “So, just to be safe, the decision was made to use the Archon in that ad.”

   There were also ads that featured both Sovereigns. In the end, with over sixty variations of ads to be made for broadcast, BeckerRomano was granted an unprecedented six days of the Sovereigns’ time, spread over three weeks, to film their parts. In a happy circumstance, The First Prince was on Tharkad during this time, allowing the entire campaign to be pulled together there.

[PIC: Archon Melissa in Court Dress in front of a green screen. CAPTION: “The Archon between takes for the ‘Strong Future’ ad shoot]

   “How many variations?” Romano tries to recall. “There were ones with the Archon alone, the First Prince alone, both of them together, with the First Prince in military uniform, in a business suit, outdoors attire, the Archon in uniform, in court dress, in workwear. The background could be any number of environments matched to their wardrobes – the only ones we didn’t use were their throne rooms, because we wanted to make them feel as close to the people as possible.”

   And then there were the languages. Like most nobility across the realm, both the Archon and the First Prince were fluent in a number of languages, but the campaign certainly stretched their abilities.

   “I’m told they were enthusiastic supporters of the local language idea,” reports Romano, “and they pushed to speak as much of the different languages as they could.” While there were limits – there was only a subtitled version for Igbo speakers – viewers were treated to the sight of Hanse Davion speaking “surprisingly good Tharkad German,” according to one observer, while the good citizens of Panpour in the Federated Suns found the Archon gamely pitching in passable Urdu.

This last ad ended up spawning a cultural phenomenon among the worlds of the old United Hindu Collective when the popular variety show Doston ye Dekho! (Check this out, guys!) did a spoof of the ad featuring AsSamikwood superstar Priya Lockwood in a blonde wig sending up the Archon doing an ad for a popular soft drink. The skit was viewed over a billion times in forty-eight hours on the UniNet, eventually achieving cross-border memetic status.

Lockwood would reprise the role six more times over the next year, each time featuring the Archon hawking ever more ludicrous products. Famously, the Archon, showing quite the sense of humour, replied by filming her own version of Lockwood’s spoof ads where she championed a rival variety show.

For Romano, entering the cultural zeitgeist is confirmation that the campaign worked.

“After spending all this time talking about how we avoided stereotypes, it really was the old one that summed it up – ‘All publicity is good publicity’. Those parodies kept the campaign alive far beyond the end date. It’s the biggest job we’ve ever had, and I truly cannot thank the team enough for putting this together. It was a collective success.”

And the result? Multiple polls across the entire FedCom show that the message struck home. The ordinary citizen seems to have accepted that revitalising the military has to come first in order to enjoy the fruits of a return to the golden age, and that they also believe that they are likely to see personal economic benefit in due course.


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« Reply #201 on: 30 June 2020, 02:41:01 »
Well done, and very amusing!  :thumbsup:

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« Reply #202 on: 30 June 2020, 05:48:48 »
Well done indeed. :thumbsup:

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« Reply #203 on: 30 June 2020, 11:53:33 »
You always make the universe come alive, Alkemita.  Excellent.

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« Reply #204 on: 30 June 2020, 18:40:55 »
Well done, and very amusing!  :thumbsup:

Well done indeed. :thumbsup:

You always make the universe come alive, Alkemita.  Excellent.

Thank you all for your kind words. This was one of those things that arrived almost fully formed in my mind - the catalyst being an image of Melissa SD speaking Urdu. :))


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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #205 on: 30 June 2020, 19:36:25 »
Information warfare is my job, and I could only wish for contractors that competent...  :smitten:

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #206 on: 30 June 2020, 20:36:13 »
Information warfare is my job, and I could only wish for contractors that competent...  :smitten:

LOL, let's just say that there's a reason they're that good

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #207 on: 30 June 2020, 20:37:45 »
I'd just like to note that Dechan Fraser has been one of my favorite BTU characters since I first read Wolves on the Border, and I find this treatment of him delightful.
Some places remain unknown because no one has gone there.  Others remain unknown because no one has come back.

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #208 on: 30 June 2020, 21:09:46 »
I'd just like to note that Dechan Fraser has been one of my favorite BTU characters since I first read Wolves on the Border, and I find this treatment of him delightful.

I am honoured that you think so.

They could have done so much with him in canon, but they didn't. So I stole him.  ;)

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Re: A Reckoning
« Reply #209 on: 30 June 2020, 21:24:52 »
Just one more reason I'm reading this, despite not being a fan of the clans in any way...  :thumbsup: