Battletech [Battletech/Planetary Annihilation SI] Iron Blooded Commander

Chapter 1.1

Seras

Well-known member
A Battletech SI into a young orphan during 3020, given a 'gift' an item that acts as a Planetary Annihilation Commander's Nano forge. Yet still stuck in the squishy easily killable human body.

Decided to cross-post this from SB. It's just meant to be a fun story I wrote while doing research into Battletech.

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Chapter 1.1 Copy and Paste
3020
Solaris
Solaris City

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When an eldritch abomination offers you a chance to travel to a new universe, a new life, and a special ability you of course say yes.

After all, if you are already face to face with an Eldritch creature you are already locked in to having an interesting experience, always better to stay amiable.

That was why I was here. Solaris born and raised. A Lyran citizen, fourteen years old, and in a surprise twist, I woke up this morning with knowledge of another universe, another life, and of course in my hands a noteputer, that was the most advanced piece of technology in the universe. Mostly because it wasn’t actually a noteputer at all.

It was the database and fabricator of a Planetary annihilation Commander. Although the current database itself was limited to three things.

A factory. That currently couldn’t build anything, as I didn’t have any designs.

An incredibly powerful sensor system that I could make, that would allow me to ‘scan’ tech and copy it into the database.

And of course. A metal extractor. Because even if I wasn’t a massive metal monstrosity I was still a Commander now. And somewhere in some universe a Commander begins building a metal extractor.

Or at least that was my first step.

But first. I had some people to recruit.

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So I was an orphan in this life. My mother was a Solaris jock, and had unfortunately lost her life during a match when I was pretty young. I didn’t know who my father was, and no one in the Solaris government knew either so I was placed in the orphanage and forgotten. I took a moment to cross my fingers that my father wasn’t some infamous leader of an evil faction or something.

I walked into the open living space of the orphanage to look over my future troops. There were a lot of orphans that passed through this building. but I had been here a long time, so just about everyone knew who I was, so when I whistled loudly to get everyone's attention I had an audience, if not a happy one.

“Listen up everyone! I got a mission!” I called out as I looked over the other youngsters. I wasn’t the eldest Orphan but at fourteen I wasn’t the youngest either.

“I need tech scrap. Anything that has been beat up but might be fixable gather it up for me, It’s for a secret project. But if any of you help me out, I promise you will make a nice little reward.” I offer, rubbing my fingers together in the universal sign of cash.

There were some mumbled replies, but a few of the kids nodded along hearing my offer. Gauge, my best friend in this life, looked up from the bits of tech he was fiddling with. The poor guy even wore an approximation of ComStar Robes as his biggest dream was joining them. Rather than finding a family like most orphans dream. Of course he was only a few months from sixteen, and his time at the orphanage would end, so I wasn’t surprised. I waved him over as I walked out the front doors.

The busy streets of Solaris bustled along but I waved off Gauge's obvious questions as I simply pulled him along after a quiet “Not here.” As we made off towards our secret hideout.

All kids had secret hideouts especially here on Solaris, although most just just became Gang hideouts in the end. Ours was an old abandoned Mech bay that had been heavily damaged years ago. It’s entrance was completely sealed shut, but Gauge and I had found an entrance way through some old rubble we had excavated out. Apparently the old owners of this bay had their pilot go crazy and take his mech out and then try and blow the place up. He had been stopped eventually but the entire place had been trashed.

It was only a few miles up the road from the orphanage, but it was still a long walk with Gauge pestering me about what was going on and me denying him.

Finally we both sneaked into our little base and I grumbled as I wiped the dust from my clothes as I settled into the chairs we had gathered from dumpsters all over the city I turned to look at my annoyed friend.

“I’m gonna be opening a Merc company. I want you in on it. I need your tech brain.” I tell him which causes him to blink at me for a few moments before sighing.

“Vicky. How are you supposed to start a mercenary company without… Anything? Money, equipment, people… Mechs?” He asked, waving his arm around at the abandoned Mech bay that was stripped bare and empty other than the junk we brought in.

“That isn’t entirely the truth anymore.” I offer. “I got something coming up. It’s huge, but I need an assurance here and now Gauge. Are you on my side, on the Lyran side, or on Comstars side? You'll need to pick.”

I gave him a minute as he looked at me like a fool for a time. “What? Are you asking me to commit treason against the Archon or something?”

“No… Maybe. Only in the loosest sense. I don’t plan on betraying the Lyran Commonwealth, I’m just asking you to maybe lie to them if they ever ask you questions about what I’m doing, or what is going on.”

He goes silent for a moment. “I’m starting to get actually concerned here Vicky. What exactly is going on?”

“No, not without your word. An oath. Hell I’ll take a blood oath if I thought you would actually care. I’m about to do some crazy stuff Gauge, but I need to know if you are with me. Operational security. This is big, it means if what I am planning gets out, it all falls apart and I end up with nothing. So. Are you with me?”

He taps his foot for a time. “I’m with you. We are family. As far as that thing matters to us orphans.”

I nodded. “Here is what is happening. I know where a lostech find is. A big one capital B. The kind that when it’s over I won’t be worrying about getting a family name, I’ll probably just take the name of the planet the Archon gives me as a family name. That sort of big.” I give him a second to process that.

The fact all the orphans entered into the orphanages here on Solaris had their last name removed, as a way to make them acclimate better into their new circumstances, and to make it easier to get adopted, meant a last name, a family name was something we all seemed to strive for. In the end, there were only two ways to get one. Get adopted, or age out of the Orphanage. Most of the kids would argue about which one they wanted more.

“Okay... Where did you find your information on this mythical lostech find? While sleeping in your room all night?”

I could hear the dismissal in his voice as he spoke but I shook my head. “Nope. Can’t talk about it. I’m calling in my F-bills, friend-bills, right now. I need you to believe me, trust me, and help me. If it all crashes and burns, it won’t cost you anything but some time.” I offer out my hand then. “Join my mercenary company, and I promise you won’t regret it.”

He groaned. “I already do.” But he took my hand. I shook it once firmly before dropping it.

“Great. Now. I need some metals, it doesn't matter if they are junked, but the higher grade the better. So Mr. ‘I work as an apprentice mechtech’ where do they drop the scrapped mech armor, and stuff that doesn’t get recycled or used?”

He takes my question for a minute to the very obvious ‘why do you need scrapped metal?’ left unsaid after a moment before shaking his head. “Okay now I really regret this.” He grumbled, and despite the fact I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to like this, I nodded. Step one complete.

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It was a junkyard.

But not the sort that people go to scavenge for usable equipment. The inner sphere were like packrats. If something was fixable it went back into circulation, but this junkyard was where the stuff that couldn’t be fixed was dropped off at.

It had taken almost three hours by public transport and foot to end up here. On the outskirts of the bustling metropolis. In the end we had actually jumped onto the back of an old truck obviously hauling scrap to the place we were going to.

Gauge of course complained the entire way. He didn’t understand what the plan was. But that was okay. He got me what I needed to get started.

We didn’t even really have to sneak into the scrap yard. It was more a dumping ground for the mess that came from clashing mechs, most of it was rusted, melted or worse.

There was very little ‘useful’ material for someone looking to gain some scrap for mechs. But for me? It was plenty to get started. I led Gauge deeper into the yard climbing on old mangled hunks of scrap. Until we are well outside of view from the road and drop off point.

“So are you going to tell me what we are doing out here yet?” Gauge grumbled as he nearly tripped on a chunk of melted metal that he was clambering over.

“No, but I’m gonna show you instead.” I pulled out the ‘noteputer’ I had awoken with and activated it’s nanite extraction function.

In a flash, green light exploded out of a port along the top of the noteputer. The light attacked the metal hunk I pointed it at. A moment later the metal simply began disintegrating. Piece by piece. I heard Gauge gasp beside me as in a few seconds the hunk of old twisted metal, that was as likely to be a piece of mech as a chunk of ground vehicle. Disappeared.

I glanced at the screen, noticing that it had stored a small amount of metal, but only about .5% of the metal needed for my metal extractor.

“What in the hell is that?!”

“My Inheritance. It’s a piece of lostech. It can break down metals, And then use those materials to fabricate anything it has stored in it’s construction database. No, it doesn’t have anything really interesting stored. It was wiped as far as I can tell. And no I don’t know where it came from. Other than something my Mother found and made sure would end up in my hands.” I ended with a lie.

“That’s impossible! That sort of technology! Even at the height of the starleague they didn’t have anything like…” he stops shaking his head. “I guess they actually did. Vicky, you understand that something like that it could-”

“It could change everything. Jumpstart the re-production of everything that we lost, and if anyone finds out about it, start a war that makes our little succession wars so far look like kids on a playground. There won’t be any limits, nothing stopping the houses from full scale final war because whoever wins, gets an item that lets them rebuild from an apocalypse.”

His mouth slowly closed mid word from where I interrupted him. “Gauge, this is something that you can’t tell anyone. Ever. If it ever gets out that I have this, no that it even exists? I am trusting you, an oath, remember? Help me keep this secret, I know you want to join Comstar to fix things. But how about you join me and we really fix things.”

He stared at me for a while I mean, we were both kids, I was barely fourteen, and he was almost sixteen. But he took in my warning, took a deep breath and nodded. “You're right. No one can know about that…”

“It’s pretending to be a noteputer so that’s what I’m calling it. Also, just a heads up. It is DNA locked to me. So only I can use it anyways. I think it was probably created by a great great grandparent or something, and my Mom probably couldn’t get it to work, or didn’t know what it did.” I say although I knew that was a lie.

He looks around at the mountain of scrap. “So if you need metal, and that’s why we are here, what are you trying to do?”

“Well it doesn’t have a database… Mostly.” I shrug. “It does actually have just a few blueprints. One is some sort of sensor system, but it’s apparently super strong, like the craziest sensor system the Star League ever thought up. The second is actually called a metal extractor. But that is what I want to build cause it won’t involve me coming out here and shooting green gunk at scrap all day and potentially being seen.”

“What’s a metal extractor?”

“Apparently it uses the nano machines just like these one and it mines metals without actually having to dig. Sooo.” I made sure to lie about how they worked, I didn’t want to bring in the schizo tech where the extractor was basically infinitely generating.

His eyes widened at my explanation. “That’s. Actually impressive.”

“Yep, and then there is the last blueprint saved into this thing… It’s a factory schematic. If we get a complete enough schematic for... anything we can build a factory designed to build it.”

“Mein Gott.”

“Yeah.”

“This… Vicky, what are we going to do?”

I took a deep breath even as I started the Noteputer’s extraction again. “Gather resources. I wasn’t lying about the Lostech find. We need money, transport, and protection. And then we are going prospecting. Then, well. With the Archon's blessing, we expand.”

I grumbled as the numbers towards a Metal Extractor inched upwards. A half a percentage at a time.

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Gauge and I continued to talk, I explained more about what I was planning as I gathered the metal I needed, and eventually he was nodding along.

Gauge was always my tech guy. Where I was in both worlds more interested in the action parts of life. He was the one who just wanted a pile of electronics or an engineering problem to chew on. I needed him though.

You can’t give someone unlimited power and trust them fully. Not even yourself. Plus an extra pair of hands made things easier. Despite his nerdy looks, he was tall and looked older than he was. He was going to be my face for the most part, until everything was working.

A fourteen year old girl didn’t exactly indicate reliability. Especially one that still looked like a child. I was a bit gangly for my age, thankfully height wasn’t something I would suffer without, but a chest was.

An hour into the constant deconstruction I gathered enough scrap. Although it took longer than it should have since I was constantly moving around and checking to make sure no one was watching us.

But then I ended up making a stupid mistake.

“What do you mean the Metal Extractor won’t build?” Gauge asked me, sounding stressed out as I glared at the noteputer in my hand.

“I mean I click it to start the building process and it gives me an error. Hold on, I’m reading what this error says.”

*Invalid Placement*

“Fucking video game description.” I grumble before I remember a very important fact.

Metal Extractors have to be placed on metal node. It has to have something to extract FROM.

“I’m an idiot.” I utter. “The sensor package isn’t just some weird schematic. It’s what I need to place the extractor!” I turn to Gauge as he slowly nods his head.

“Makes sense. So what do you need for the sensors?”

“Nothing. I already have enough metal for it, but I will need to gather more metal to afford the extractor again. Hold on!” I switched the build order to a sensor package and after a few moments what looked like a backpack with an antenna sticking out of it began materializing in front of me in a haze of green. It took a few minutes as it slowly began forming, almost like watching a 3D printer, except it appeared out of nothing but green light.

When it was finished Gauge and I both stepped up to it to look it over. It was really clean. I couldn’t help but note. Most stuff in this era was something someone had owned for hundreds of years. This was brand new looking.

“It’s amazing! Look at this!” Gauge on the other hand was in tech nerd heaven as he looked it over. He had already popped a hatch on the top of the metal pack and was looking at it’s inside. “The materials inside are perfect. Factory fresh. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so new looking!” He muttered which I laughed at. Sure it was unusual in this universe but I had bought plenty of new devices and such in the old world.

But I did want to find out where to build a metal extractor. I tried queuing up a metal extractor again to see if the new sensors would solve the problem, but it had the same error. And then I noticed the data uplink chord that Gauge was playing with.

I grabbed it from him and plugged it into the side of the ‘Noteputer’ . Watching as the metallic backpack suddenly seemed to turn on. Lights along the top activate and the antennae actually extending.

“Oh It's activated!” Gauge muttered as he stood up to look at my Noteputer. The screen had opened into a geomap. Showing a sort of wireframe topography of the area around us. Including the junk we were surrounded by, zooming out at the touch of a few buttons showed the range of the radar seemed to be around one hundred miles despite being at ground level.

I couldn’t help it and whistled, Gauge offering a quiet “Wow” at the same time.

“Okay this is a seriously powerful radar.”

“Yeah, look at the detail, and… It does penetrate ground! This is super lostech, I mean, imagine mining claims! Or just… Tracking a battlemech.” He stopped slowly staring at the same thing I was. The red wireframes that were tracked in real time. Battlemechs within one hundred miles of us, of which there were quite a few.

And even ones that according to the readings were inactive, were still tracked.

“Okay. If watching you create that out of nothing didn’t do it, I definitely believe that is Lostech now Vicky.” Gauge muttered as we both tracked a Mech battle in the arena that was in Silesia near where the orphanage was.

“This would alter any battle it is used in.” I whispered in a mix of horror and delight. This may actually be the most useful part of everything I was given.

I blinked the wonder out of my head and hit a few buttons, looking for a metal node that I could build on. In the entire one hundred miles there was only a single one, and I grimaced. We were already way out on the city limits. This scrapyard was well outside what people would call Solaris city, and then, this metal node was almost eighty miles out farther. For a pair of kids without a car, this wasn’t going to be easy.

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We spent another hour or so gathering up enough metal to finish an extractor, and I spent a good bit longer as well, so I would have some in reserve. I had an idea.

We hitched a ride or hoofed it back to our hideout to hide the sensor pack, and then to the orphanage which we got to fairly late, and so earned a stern talking to by one of the many matrons that watched over it. Not that either of us cared. We were both well out of the age for getting adopted, so the orphanage was more of a place to sleep, and get free meals than a home.

The next morning Gauge practically dragged me out of bed. He was so excited, but thankfully kept his mouth shut about what was going on. I did have a stack of broken games, and electronics waiting for me the night before that I hadn’t bothered with as I went straight to bed after dinner, but this morning I dragged the small clump of items into a spare bag and we ran out to the hideout.

First thing first. I connected the noteputer to the pack and messed with the settings, and I was right. The sensor pack could also create incredibly detailed blueprints of objects. It had a small hand scanner that popped out of the side and after a few minutes, I had an exact copy of an old game system that not only turned on after, it actually had all the data that the old one had.

“That’s… How the hell does it copy data!? I mean, for it to be that exact it would have to be copying the object to an incredible degree!” Gauge was fascinated with the new game system having instantly pulled out his little electric repair tools and popping it open.

“It’s brand new.” He uttered once again shocked at how clean and working everything was.

“So. We need to get to the metal node that we found, but it’s too far to walk, or hitch a ride, which means we need transport.” I mutter to myself as Gauge speaks up.

“We could buy one. I mean we can make fresh electronics, sell a few of these, and we could probably buy a cycle, or even a small car.”

“True, or we could just find a car parked somewhere and make our own.” I remind him which silences him for a minute as he thinks about that. “But that also has risks. We would have to take the sensor outside and actually try to scan the car. Not something we can do easily without potentially causing a problem.”

“I.. I guess that’s true. We don’t want to let anyone know, and if we go around scanning a car or something someone is gonna notice.”

“Yep. Or. And I think this is the best plan. We go sneaky. Can you fix a few of the old pieces, and get them working using the fresh ones as spares?”

“Oh.. Yeah. I mean why do that though?”

“I want to sell them, or trade. We can rent a cycle or something from the Squatters, bring it here, scan it, and return it. Then we can just make a copy, no one twigs we did anything weird.”

“Why not just sell the brand new ones then, I mean we could get top dollar for this stuff.”

“Yeah top dollar and questions about why a pair of orphans have factory fresh tech.”

He stills at my rebuttal as he nods. “Good thinking. Yeah give me like an hour? I mean I have the perfect copies right here to work off of, soo this shouldn’t take long.

I nodded, turning back to the noteputer. The blueprints for the different pieces of tech were all still saved. But I was more interested in the fact they weren’t broken. Each piece had been fixed as if it wasn’t damaged at all.

“How smart is this thing?” I ask aloud thankfully quiet enough Gauge didn’t hear me.
 
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Chapter 1.2

Seras

Well-known member
Chapter 1.2 Copy and Paste
3020
Solaris
Solaris City

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It took a bit longer than an hour unfortunately. But it was done. The gangs of Solaris were everywhere, and as orphans it wasn’t like some of our own hadn’t joined gangs from time to time.

The Squatters were exactly what they sounded like, a small group of drug peddlers you could find on street corners, or near alleys squatting and waiting for a client. But I went straight to a specific alley.

Smalls wasn’t actually small, and nor was he actually that big. He was more average. But he was called smalls because he had been small a few years ago when he aged out of the orphanage and joined the gang.

They had taken him in but he hadn’t forgotten his roots. He sometimes dropped off stuff to us younger kids that had been friends with him before he left. Just candies and stuff, thankfully, he never tried to get the kids on drugs.

But he always hung around a specific alley, and he also had an old dirt bike that he was very proud of. We often heard him driving around even if we didn’t always see him.

“So that’s the deal. Gauge and I need transport for an hour or two, afterwards you get the entire sack of electronics, and we bring the bike back.” I offered to the older boy who was chewing on an old cigarette.

“Hell no.”

“C’mon Smalls, we aren’t going to damage your bike, but Gauge and I have a job and we can’t do it without some wheels. No risk. I just can’t talk about it.”

“I said no Vicky, that ride is my life, and without it, I’m fucked by the first fucker who wants my stock. I can’t risk it.”

Gauge stepped in, the older boy had always been closer to Gauge than I was. “Smalls, C’mon we need this, it’s perfectly safe, I promise, I’ll drive not Vicky so your baby will be in safe hands, plus I fixed everything in that bag, I promise it all works, and it will sell well. If that doesn’t do it, we could go hawk it ourselves and bring back just the bills, but I know you, you are better at selling shit to people than either of us.”

I grumbled a bit as I walked away. I could drive! Sure the me of this world had crashed the last vehicle she had been in, but the damn thing’s brakes went out! I survived without getting hurt even! That was good driving!

“You two aren’t conning me are you?” Smalls finally asked quiet, the boy had a soft spot for us orphans.

“Not a con. We just need wheels. Just an hour or so, and it will be back in your hands.”

“Fuck me. Fine but I’m serious you two, you break my baby and I’ll fuckin end you! You shits will pay back every scratch if I have to sell you to the squatters as ferriers, you get me?”

“We get it Smalls.” I interrupt. “Your bike will be fine. Gauge, let’s go. Time's wasting.” I tell him as I let him jump on first, and then I clambered on behind him. A few moments of starting the engine and the two of us were off.

We slipped it inside our secret base, settling it in an empty section as I slipped out the scanning unit from the sensor pack on my back, although I had hidden it inside an old backpack to further conceal it so I could actually walk around with it.

“Well. That’s step one.” I tell Gauge as we are looking at a perfect copy of a dirt bike that was brand new.

“Yeah. Alright I’ll take this back to Smalls. Vicky, we won’t have time today. That’s a long trip.”

“I know. Tomorrow morning we’ll go. Get that back to Smalls before he blows a reactor, I’ll put this away and meet you at the orphanage.”

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The next morning Gauge and I went out on an adventure. I will admit traveling on the back of an old dirt bike for a long trip wasn't something I had ever done in either life. So this was a new experience.

We did have an interesting experience when the bike ran low on gas and I had to figure out how to get the noteputer to actually create gasoline. But thanks to an incredibly advanced sensor and the remains of the fuel in the tank I worked it out. Whatever crazy replicator this thing used to turn one element into another let it turn the steel and iron I had gathered before into usable fuel.

I decided just not to question it. Science. Ain't gotta explain shit? I think that’s how the phrase went.

That afternoon we reached the spot. Using the Noteputer as a map to end up at the right spot. It was an old bit of woods a good few miles off the road that had left us offroading which is an uncomfortable experience to say the least.

The place we stopped wasn’t anything special. There wasn’t a large hill, or a mountain or a clearing that said “Under here is a great place for a mine!” Instead the two of us used the noteputer to reclaim the underbrush and a tree or two until we had a small clearing.

Then I activated the Metal Extractor blueprint, and this time it had no problem being created. The size of the extractor was fifteen to twenty feet tall, and a good ten feet wide, which thankfully meant that it was hidden pretty well in the trees around it.

The problem was I hadn’t expected the length of time required to build the damn thing.

“So it’s gonna take at least ten hours.” I muttered in irritation as I settled the Noteputer onto the ground where it’s stream of green nanites continued to rush out of it in a green light as just the base of the metal extractor was slowly being created.

“I guess we are camping tonight then.” Gauge muttered although I could tell he wasn’t looking super happy about it.

Neither of us had ever been camping before.
“Fire first I guess.” I tell him as I go to grab some gas out of the bike's tank. This was going to be a rough night.

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Alternate Perspective.

I couldn’t sleep. I watched as Vicky kicked fitfully in her sleep as I kept the fire going by through a stick or two into it every once in a while. Ever since Vicky had shown me her secret my mind was awhirl with what she had shown me.

Lostech, real honest amazing lostech, something capable of creating amazing structures out of nothing. It awed me. With that device the decline of the Inner Sphere could be turned around. I did trust Vicky, she was family but I couldn’t help but want to reveal all of this to Adept Michaelson. He had always been so kind to me, teaching me the secrets of technology and of course some minor teachings of Blake.

But I had promised. I would keep her secret, even if the idea of giving the device to the Steiners made me uncomfortable. They weren’t any better than the Combine! The great houses were the reason that so much technology was lostech, instead of something shared within humanity.

I sighed. Vicky grunted in her sleep as she curled up closer to me, trying to keep warm. The green light of the device was still working even as she slept filling the clearing in glowing green.

My sister in everything but name had been given a gift, a blessing straight from Blake. As I slowly watched the structure she called a metal extractor take form, all I could wonder is if she was going to bring back the golden age of Star League or if her attempts would only make things worse.

But as I watched a structure more complicated than anything but an HPG Array be constructed before my eyes in a glow of technology so advanced, even I was tempted to call it magic I felt a bit of hope.

Vicky was family. She was my friend, and while I would definitely trust this sort of tech more in the hands of ComStar rather than an orphan girl. I couldn’t deny it was gene locked to her, so she was the only one who could use it anyhow. So I leaned back and decided I would do my best to make sure Vicky helped the Inner Sphere, even if in the end that meant when she failed in making things better I could always let ComStar know to step in and fix any problems she made.

ComStar after all, would be more than happy to help guide her in returning technology to the Inner Sphere! It was one of the core tenets they preached!

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Waking up the next morning was less waking up and more deciding what poor sleep I could get was less valuable than just moving. I groaned working out the knots in my back as I looked over the completed metal extractor. It wasn’t so much as shifting, but I could tell from a faint buzz in the air that it was working. I picked up the noteputer to look over and I smiled as I saw the numbers for my resources shooting up at a ludicrous rate.

Unfortunately, whatever storage space my note puter used was already almost full. It wasn’t exactly a lot of space. Although it was about three times the amount needed to create a metal extractor.

“That’s not good.” I muttered.

“What isn’t?” The voice right at my shoulder startled me as I jerked around before sighing as I felt my chest heaving.

“You ninja don’t sneak up on me!”

“I’ve been standing here since you woke up.”

“Well stop being sneaky!” I grumbled as I looked over the numbers. “The extractor is working great, but there is a limit to how much can be stored. I would assume there would be a metal storage, building, or something that fits with everything, but I don’t have a blueprint for it.”

“So what are you gonna do?” He asked and I shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter for now. The noteputer doesn’t build very fast anyways, but it will be something I have to figure out if I can ever make a faster fabricator, or a factory.”

“Okay. So what's next in your grand plan. You have your extractor, which is hidden, we are way out in the woods. What next?”

“Next I make a second bike, because I’m not gonna ride behind you all the way back to the city, then, we make some money. I need enough C-bills that I can throw around that I can at least pretend to be some young noble girl from some periphery planet and not just a random orphan. Once I have that we hire some people and create a drop ship or two.”

“Dropships! You want to go straight to a dropship?”

“Not straight there, but that is the end goal. After all, I told you, didn't I? We are going Lostech hunting!”

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The drive back into the city was far faster with each of us having our own bike. Refueling also was easy now that I had so much spare resources. We made it back into town and after storing our new bikes away so no one would question where we got them, I picked up the sensor and dragged Gauge out into the city.

The one thing we needed next was money, and frankly a pair of kids wouldn’t normally get access to anything mech related. Mechs were unsurprisingly expensive. When even the cheapest ones are millions of C-bills, no one wants a kid around them in case they accidentally break something.

Fortunately I had Gauge with me. He was a tech head, and had been training as an AsTech. So he actually did have access to mech parts. Unfortunately I couldn’t really do anything.

Old man Ulrich was a crotchety irritable old Mech Tech. Ulrich worked as a mercenary tech here at Solaris. Unlike most Mech Techs he didn’t work with a single Solaris Stable, and instead tended to pick up whatever work overflowed from their own stables.

Unfortunately he worked with only a few techs at any one time, and his security was way too high for us to just walk in and start scanning what we needed. That is where Gauge’s new orders came in. Go in and ask to work on repairing a PPC, or a Medium Laser. Heck I would be fine if he just goes and gets scans of some standard armor.

Anything I can create a few pieces of and sell off. So he hoofed his way into the mech bay to get some work done wearing my secret scanner backpack.

----

Four days later we finally had our break.

Gauge had managed a scan on a few things that were complete enough to be of use. Over four days, and it had taken almost all four days to get the scans completed. He didn’t want to get yelled at, or worse kicked out of work if he was seen messing around instead of repairing what he was supposed to.

He was tired, as while Old Man Ulrich was happy to accept the basically free help, he still ran his AsTechs ragged whenever they showed up. There wasn’t really a school, or any place to learn for free even here on Solaris after all. The old man was actually pretty kind for allowing basically anyone to come in and learn something.

“I got a complete Defiance B3M Medium laser scan, it was left out from a previous repair that had to be halted, so whenever I was on a break I was allowed to look it over. I also got a scan of 1 StarSlab, Armor. They were working on a locust in the bay, so there was plenty of armor around. Also… It was a Locust 1S so it had SRM launchers, I couldn’t get around the launchers itself but…”

I nodded, pulling up the new blueprints one of which was SRM missiles. So if nothing else I could produce some boom to sell.

“Okay so we have armor, medium lasers, and missiles.” I tap my chin going over the three pieces. I had to be very careful here. Sell too much of any one thing and people are going to wonder where I got it.

“Okay. Let’s do the medium laser arrays. Despite being the most expensive item, they are actually the least strange. To make enough money selling armor or missiles would be way too strange, but we can sell one or two Medium lasers without as much worry.”

“So who do we sell them to?” Came the obvious question.

“Honestly? We sound desperate and try to sell it to anyone. We actually want people to think the few we have fell off a truck somewhere, if we go for a big contract it will just bring attention, but even kids like us sometimes steal something big.”

I took a moment to think everything through, before I sighed. “Crap. I forgot something important.”

“What?”

“How the heck do we haul around a Medium laser without a vehicle? The things are over a ton!”

----

So that was how late at night Gauge and I were doing something I didn’t really want to do. We had taken our bikes out after dark heading way out of our normal haunts. As we didn’t want to be recognized when we started scanning something. Both of us were wearing dark clothes with hoods, I had even forced Gauge to switch out of his Comstar like coat.

Then the two of us used our scanner and map to find what we were looking for. The truck we finally chose was thankfully parked in a quiet area. The scanner kept us aware of anyone coming by as I went over the truck piece by piece with the hand scanner until after a few hours the soft confirmation of a 100% blueprint emitted from the noteputer.

The two of us immediately jumped on our bikes and got out of there. No one saw us but that doesn’t mean we want to be hanging around late at night. The two of us didn’t even head into the orphanage that night knowing we would just get yelled at, instead we crashed on the couches in our hideout snoring away.

The next morning while Gauge got us breakfast I first made sure the old rolling doors for our base still worked, and with only a slight amount of cheating with supertech I got them rolling again. I closed them down and inside I started creating our truck.

It actually didn’t take long. There wasn’t exactly a lot of high tech equipment on what was a space pickup. When it was done I looked over the truck for a while.

The large “Norman.” Symbol on the grill of the truck didn’t mean anything to me, but it was a large pickup style truck that could definitely haul around a ton of Medium laser. That’s all I cared about. I made sure the fuel tank was full and thankfully had a key for the truck as I started it up. It revved nicely, and I nodded before turning it back off. Now the interesting part.

I pulled out the noteputer and started creating a Medium laser in the back of the truck.

By the time it was halfway done, Gauge had my breakfast and we ate as we watched the green light create our future.

----

Learning to drive a future pickup was thankfully not too hard.

It helped that it didn’t matter if I scratched it up, or destroyed it. I could just create another one!

Pulling up to the Ulrich Mech Stable got some attention, thankfully Gauge managed to get us into the bay yard before I pulled off to the side, and Gauge went to go get the Old Man.

He came sauntering out, belly preceding him, and his large white beard reminding me of Santa as he walked up. I stepped up to the back of the truck, and tugged the large tarp off the two Medium Lasers I had whipped up to sell.

“Two Defiance B3M Medium lasers.” I offered as the man nodded looking them over.

“And where did you two brats pick these up?” He asked which I simply shook my head.

“Not your concern, there isn’t any heat on them if that’s what you are worried about, but you interested?”

“Interested, sure. But I don’t buy stolen goods. Usually leads to trouble.” He looked over at Gauge who was looking shifty. Damnit. “Don’t usually have one of my more reliable AsTechs try to pawn off stolen goods either.”

“Not stolen.” He offered before clamping his mouth shut.

“Then how exactly did you get 80 grand in C-bills worth of hardware? I know it ain't from my pay. Cause I don’t pay ya.” He said with a chortle although his glare was firmly locked onto the two of us.

“It was payment for a job I did. Gauge is just the middleman in this, and again, not your concern. They aren’t stolen. If you don’t believe me, trust Gauge. Do you want them or not? Cause I can haul these around town to another Stable to sell off. We are only here because Gauge knows you.”

I watched the old man stroke his beard for a while. “I’ll give you 20k for both of them then.”

I took a moment to take in his offer before spitting off the side of the truck. “If you want to barter me down for a pair of factory fresh lasers, you could have at least tried not to insult me. Two for the normal price of one, is a joke and you know it.” I sighed. “35 each. You know you will need them. Mediums are always in need, and you don’t have to worry about ordering them, or getting a pair of Quickscell.”

He scoffed. “This is Solaris, they don’t even bother bringing Quickscell garbage here. I’ll take them for 30 each then. But if someone hotshot dealer comes up to me asking why I have his stolen goods. I know where you live boy.” He growled pointing at Gauge who backed up in fear.

I think about the offer for a minute before smirking. “I might have other stock in the future. We make this deal now, and if no ‘heat’ bothers you, future purchases are made at closer to standard prices. Interested?”

The hold man huffed. “Let’s say no one bothers me about these two, and they don’t turn out to be garbage or something wrong with them. I’ll consider buying from a new dealer.”

I reach out a hand and we shook on it. A few minutes later the lasers were picked up by a few AsTechs. Gauge to my amusement, forced into helping. I had an electronic check for 60k C-bills.

More money than I had ever had at one time.

Once Gauge was done we pulled back into the truck and headed off.

----

Over the next week I actually sold two more Medium Lasers to the old man. This time at a better 35k deal. Using that money I ‘rented’ a much larger truck hauler for a day and copied it. While the Norman truck was good for 1 ton loads, it couldn’t handle the heavy loads of some of the bigger weapons I would need to haul around. Using almost all the funds I had managed I bought a damaged Donal PPC. Normally repairs on a PPC aren’t easy as they are complicated fiddly things.

At least that is what Gauge said. But after scanning the broken one. My Noteputer pulled through. And I had a full Donal PPC blueprint. This wasn’t something that the Old Man could really just afford normally. But he did point me towards something that would help.

The Stables in the area all used a market to purchase what they needed to fix up broken mechs. So at my request the Old man put an offer for a few PPC’s he had ‘come into’ For a modest fee.

I had agreed because honestly, it was a great deal for me. Finding buyers that won’t wonder who the girl is selling expensive weapons? Priceless.

Well, About 20% in the end, but that’s semantics. Still the Old man was getting very curious on where I was finding my hardware and it was thanks to an accidental slip by Gauge that we came up with a better cover, than “Don’t ask.”

I wasn’t there for it, but the Old man was grilling Gauge on his future plans when he accidentally slipped “Lostech hunter.” The soft reveal that I had in my hands an idea of a Lostech find from my dead Solaris Jock mother, gave the old man the idea I might be selling off pieces of equipment my mother had hidden away.

I had done my very best to confirm that fact with a heavy sigh, and a continued request not to talk about it.

The old bleeding heart accepted it, although I had a very strong conversation with Gauge afterwards about operational security and to keep his mouth shut.

Helm was going to be my cache after all. Can’t let ComStar find out, I’m not Grayson Carlyle after all.

With the Mech Stables market contacts I was able to start taking requests from different stables without any more fear of discovery.

A stable needs a few Medium Lasers? Create a few onto the back of my Little truck, and send Gauge out as a driver to complete the sale.

Someone needs some PPC’s? Same thing, just with the bigger rig. Gauge was getting quite a bit of experience driving.

The money was absolutely flowing in, and it was actually once again the old man that dropped an opportunity into my lap.

----

I was waiting for Gauge to finish helping out the Old Man, despite everything he still wanted to learn to be a Mech Tech, so he spent a lot of time when he wasn’t driving and selling parts in the mechbay working on repairs.

Of course that was when a man who could only be a mech jockey came flying out of the mech bay as if the hounds of hell were on his ass and rushed into a rickety ground car and took off in a spray of gravel.

“Worthless sack of Cappelan shit! Get your ass back here, and pay me what you fucking owe me!” The roar of a wild Old man echoed around the yard as he came absolutely charging out of the mech bay, a shotgun in his hand screaming and hollering after the disappearing car.

I waited a while for the cursing to trinkle off as I approached the old man that was red faced and breathing heavy. “You alright Old Man?”

“Fuck off kid… Piece of shit was the Jockey for the locust, Didn’t have the money to pay me for my repairs, and actually tried to offer to pay me after he won his next match. Can you believe that? Even a fucking Kuritan would offer a down payment or something before trying to fuck you with honor, but that sack of shit is apparently broke.”

I whistled that was actually pretty rare. “You didn’t get paid half before you started?” I asked curious, my knowledge of mech stables repair prices, not something I was familiar with.

“Nein. The trash worked for a stable pay should have been reliable. My fault for not getting an advance. Apparently the kid lost his money betting on the matches this month, trying to win enough to pay for the repairs and then some.” He sighed as he wiped his forehead. “Well. I’ll just repo the damn thing. Fuck. I hate this. Gotta call the fuckin games administration and prove that he didn’t pay and then I have to sell a fucking Locust.”

My mouth moved before my head could think about it. “How much?” He turned to me with a quirked eyebrow and I couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Yeah…. How much?” I reaffirmed.

Then we got to haggling.

----

It took another week before the Solaris administration confirmed lack of payment for the repairs and turned over the ownership of the Locust to Ulrich. Then after a deal of a million and change. The mech wasn’t in the best of conditions after all, even after a month of work under the MechTech.

I was the ‘Proud’ owner of a Locust-1S.

The week before this Gauge and I had been using my Noteputer to clean up the mechbay we had been using, and after reaching out to the Silesia housing authority I managed to officially ‘purchase’ the old mech bay.

Then I had the interesting task of trying to walk the thing to the new mech bay. I mean sure. I had spent a ton of time in the simulators you could find in most shopping centers, ‘learning’ how to pilot a mech, but like most things it wasn’t a perfect representation, especially the crappy sims that were more or less public use.

So when I crawled into the Locust for the first time, the computer having been set to a factory setting thanks to the Old Man I was able to enter my basic information. After a few minutes and putting on the massive Neurohelmet which was actually incredibly difficult I was forced to sit with it resting on the back of the chair as it was so heavy it was almost impossible to keep stable.

But I ran through the startup sequence. Although the mech was ancient it had been factory reset so I had to go through the entire sequence of setting my vitals, and entering a lock on the system.

Finally after nearly half an hour of messing with the basic settings I was ready. The gantry pulled away and I willed the mech to take a step forward as I pushed the throttle.

It was a tottering shuddering step, but it was a step nonetheless. Before I made it out of the mech bay my movement was cleaning up although I was getting a headache from the stupid helmet.

The walk down the road in a locust was an utterly new experience, and I loved it. I kept to a very slow pace, not wanting to accidentally fall, or break something. Thankfully I managed to make it to our secret base. It had been irrevocably changed over the last week. The outside looked the same, but the bay doors now worked, and so opened without even a cry of protest as I walked the locust inside.

Gauge was already inside, guiding me into the once ancient gantry that had been completely ‘replaced’ over the week. My breath released in a heavy exhale when I felt the Gantry lock into place, and I quickly shut down the Locust and pulled the thousand pound Neurohelmet off my head with a groan already rubbing my neck.

I didn’t even have time to pop the cockpit before Gauge was there practically fogging up the glass with his breath. Opening the cockpit I laughed at the look on his face.

It was an undeniable fact that every kid in the Inner Sphere and beyond wanted to be a mechwarrior. It was the one thing that every kid no matter where they are from have in common.

“It’s a shame we have to destroy it.” I mention as I slip out of the cockpit still rubbing my neck at the pain of the neurohelmet.

“W-what!? Why do we have to destroy it?” Gauge quickly grabbed my army to stop me from climbing fully out of the cockpit.

“You know how long it takes to scan something don’t you? There is no way we can scan this locust in a reasonable amount of time using the scanner, plus we only have one mech bay available. Would you rather keep this beat up old Locust, or use the extractor to disintegrate it down, and create a factory fresh locust?”

He stops talking for a moment as a disgruntled look spreads across his face. I understood his unhappiness. The idea of just destroying a battlemech hurt me too. But the extractor could create a detailed blueprint of anything it ‘consumes’ and it was a lot faster than the two of us climbing over and in every inch of this mech to get a full scan.

“Yeah. I guess you're right.”

“I know it sucks, but trust me, I had to actually pilot that thing, it was amazing, but it wasn’t the best maintained, even after the Old Man went through it.” I grunted as I stepped out onto the gantry Gauge helping me out before I pulled out the noteputer aiming it at the locust. The green light that burst out was bright and fierce as the locust began slowly disintegrating.
 
Chapter 1.3

Seras

Well-known member
Chapter 1.3 Copy and Paste
3020
Solaris
Solaris city
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I don’t know how long I had been looking at my noteputer the next morning before Gauge poked me out of my stupor. “Hey what is it, you have been silent for five minutes.”

“Something I wasn’t expecting happened.” I angled the noteputer showing the list of blueprints saved into the system including the Locust-1S now, Including all the base parts. I could create LTV 160 Fusion engines as well. Basically if it was a locust part I could build one now. But...

“Locust-NFX what is a locust NFX?” He asked as he met my eyes.

“It’s a Locust that has some of the tech from my noteputer integrated. Look.” I point out the list of equipment including a NanoForge (Small) equipped in place of the Medium laser.

“You can create more of your lostech!” Gauge gasped in shock, but I wasn’t even done.

“It also has the super sensor integrated into this locust instead of the old tracking system. This thing could work as a command and control mech considering how much data it can gather.”

“That’s good isn’t it? Why are you looking so shocked?”

“Gauge, the hand held tracking system has a one-hundred mile radius, Now put that in a mech. We could literally get up to date data on any enemy mechs, or infantry in a hundred mile radius.” I give that a second even I was a little shocked at how powerful that was. “Sneak attacks would be completely pointless, we would always know.”

“Okay yeah... that makes sense.” He muttered, blinking slowly as he processed that knowledge. Gauge was good with tech, but he still had trouble wrapping his head around the use of the tech.

“Okay so let’s make one. I want to know what this thing can really do.”

I settled the Noteputer on the ground after activating the construction of a Locust-NFX. Watching the green nano-machines slowly work together to create piece by piece a full mech was still amazing to me.

Unfortunately the construction time was long, way longer than even a Metal Extractor. I sighed, as I made sure to get the building properly locked down before we left. I had already fixed the hole in the wall that we had originally used as an entrance when we were kids so it was more secure at the very least.

“C’mon Gauge let’s go get some work done while we wait.”

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The next three days were a slog. I couldn’t build anything to sell, so I felt like I was wasting time. Gauge went back to work with the Old Man so he at least kept busy, and his dedication to learning the AsTech trade had only increased. Nothing quite like offering a starving man a chance at food.

Gauge really wanted a mech.

I intended to give him one.

Of course things had changed for me, even without me expecting it. I had registered the Locust under my name, so I was an official MechWarrior in the eyes of the government on Solaris. Being a registered mechwarrior came with a few benefits I hadn’t realized. There was a certain respect given to Mechwarriors. It was almost like having a minor noble title. It also came with some other benefits.

Like strange men in business suits waiting for you at the orphanage.

Like I said, “benefits.”

“Good evening Ms. Victoria, I am Arthur Wright, of Wright Stables. I heard of a new Mechwarrior on Solaris you see, no longer dispossessed.” The older man hadn’t even waited for me to enter the orphanage before he sprang on me, his voice trying and failing to sound joyous at my good fortune.

I held up a hand to slow him down, closing the door of the Orphanage behind me, the matrons were all looking at the man in shock at having someone so wealthy show up here.

And at his words the entire orphanage blew up. It was a simple fact that if someone rich looking was at the orphanage, all the kids' attention were focused like a pinpoint. And he just blurted out that I had a mech.

Before I could even respond to him, I had a horde of leeches grabbing onto my clothes all speaking in one voice.

Let me see your mech! Let me Pilot your mech! I want to be a Mechwarrior too!

He seemed quite shocked at the sudden raucousness I did my best to tell him with nothing but a glare that this was all his fault.

It took a few minutes to pull the minions from my limbs, and there were a lot of crying children who had never ‘known’ a mechwarrior before. When it was all over I had Mr. Wright in the small ‘meeting’ room that was where prospective parents met the orphans.

“I apologize, I wasn’t aware that it was a secret.” He said after we had settled down, one of the matrons actually bringing in tea and pouring him a cup, I eyed them oddly wondering what they were up to.

“It wasn’t a secret. Just something new, that hadn’t been released yet. The Locust is still being repaired. The previous jockey was rough with her.” I offer. Not admitting that the old Locust was gone.

“Yes, Yosuke was always sure of his skills, despite not having any.” The old man offered with a chuckle, although I didn’t laugh. I had just figured out what the old man's angle was.

“He was a member of your Stable. That’s how you knew what happened.” I prompted, and the older man's silver mustache twitched into a smile as he sipped at the tea.

“Quite right. When a mechwarrior in my stable lost his mech due to failing to pay a repair bill, I had written him off of course, the initial repair costs had come from my pocket, so to learn he had gambled them? Ludicrous. No point throwing bad money after good. I had intended to offer a price on the mech myself to add the mech permanently to my stables, but was quite surprised to learn that it had already been sold.”

“I was there when… Yosuke? Was chased out of the mech bay with a shotgun. I saw an opportunity. Old Man Ulrich was more than happy to not have to deal with selling off a mech that wasn’t in the best of conditions. I get a working mech… the reputation that involves.”

“Oh yes, a tremendous deal. I do admit, I came for a reason today Ms. Victoria. I wished to see the Mechwarrior who managed to sneak such an opportunistic deal through and,” he sipped his tea. “I am interested in how a young orphan manages to afford a battlemech.”

“Good business practices.”

“I see.” He mentions after my response. I was purposefully glaring at the older man now to let him know that topic was over. “Then let me cut to the chase. I run my stable in the class two circuits. Light mechs are my bread and butter, I was quite disappointed to lose the eighth mech in my Stable, especially to such incompetence. As you are far too young to take part in the games yourself, I do find myself in an interesting situation.”

“You want my mech.”

“Indeed. Despite what you might think, finding an open mech isn’t as easy as you might have been led to believe. There are bigger Stables than I that snatch up many of the new visitors, and usually only the dregs come tumbling down to my level. But my self depreciation aside. I had a match scheduled this coming week you see. My entire Stables Assortment of light mechs,Two lances, verse two lances, and now I find myself not only a mechwarrior short, but a mech as well.”

“It’s not for sale.”

“Ah, that is what I feared you would say. Do understand Ms. Victoria, You are just a young woman, and you are on Solaris. You don’t have the protections of a Mechwarrior working in a Stable, nor a family, nor even just the hired guns a mercenary, or a pirate might have with them.” He slowed then, and I knew that he was threatening me.

“I do recommend you sell me the mech Ms. Victoria. I would truly hate to have something happen to it. Or for someone to decide since you have the money to afford a Battlemech, that you are valuable yourself.”

Crap. I was glaring hard now, and his kindly grandfather appearance really did hide a rotten man. I could see the smirk under his mustache as he took another sip of the tea as I considered my options here.

The biggest problem was the locust he was looking for? It was gone. Even if I created a new one, it would be in perfect condition. No one would really be able to notice if I was piloting it myself, but the first thing the Stable would do is have it looked over.

They would notice the mech would be factory fresh.

“Then let me be frank in return Mr. Wright. It’s not for sale. Perhaps I might have offered to rent it to you for the match, but that isn’t happening now. You might make me regret this, Sure. But even if I’m killed that Locust won’t end up in your hands right away. And Solaris doesn’t look kindly to men that kidnap owners of mechs to try and force them to sign them off. So yeah you can cause me trouble. But I’ll bet, you’ll have more important things to worry about until your little match is over. Won’t you?”

“A shame. I considered you moderately intelligent for your age thanks to your new position.” He stands. “I suppose we will have to finish this another time.”

“Oh Mr. Wright. Good luck on your games.” I offer just as the man is about to walk out, which leads him stalking rather like a ruffled cat as the door closes behind him.

“His mother was a Cappellan.” I cursed him.

Unfortunately this changes things. My plans were now shot. Laying low and slowly building up resources until I could get off this rock was no longer an option. Stable masters had a horrible reputation on Solaris for causing trouble. Even a low level stablemaster that takes part in the side games instead of the main circuit still had the money and clout to own multiple mechs. With plenty of men that work for them.

Sabotage was a common and very real threat on Solaris.

Nothing for it then. Time to go a little bit loud.

So as I watched the old man out the front window get into a very nice speeder and drive off. I turned away from the matrons who looked hopeful. Finally realizing they thought he was interested in adopting me. I didn’t bother to inform them of the truth. Instead I headed towards a specific room.

Just outside Marcus stopped me. Like normal the boys had set up a ‘watch’ outside the room. Where a comfortable chair had been dragged out. Of course the door was still open and the three I was looking for were chatting away.

Marcus jumped to his feat as he saw me blocking the door. “Halt... Mechwarrior.” He grudgingly adds. “The Commander is busy we-”

“Sergeant let the Mechwarrior in.” The boy I was looking for called out from within the room, I nodded to Marcus as I entered. Honestly we were friends. Family as all us orphans were. These were just the military nerds. I usually didn’t interact with them much when they were like this. They took larping to the next level.

Or was it really Larping in this day and age? Or was it just considered training?

I entered a room that looked more like a command bunker than a living space. Even the Matrons had given up on trying to tidy the place up. The three I was looking for were settled around a map table. As usual when the boys weren’t out practicing shooting, or in the arcade sims, they were here. Talking strategy and tactics of battles.

Like I said. Military nerds.

“Sergeant.” I call out catching his attention just before passing him. “Close the door and make sure no one listens okay?” I call out as I enter. “We have something important to talk about.” I tell him, knowing hitting the military angle will get him to agree.

The door shuts behind me even as Benny the ‘leader’ grumbles. “Damnit Mechwarrior don’t come in and just order my troops around.” He waves me to a chair across from him that had been cleared. Benny was just a little older than Gauge, he was actually the oldest of the orphan kids so he had a lot of respect from the younger boys. He was the older brother everyone looked up to. And the fact he was so close to aging out meant that everyone felt a little frustrated for him.

Once he hit 16 he was out on the street. And probably joining a military academy to be a grunt somewhere. Of course for Benny, that wasn’t a problem.

The fact he was utterly obsessed with becoming a soldier, and maybe eventually a Mechwarrior was something that made all the other boys look up to him. He was the heroic warrior older brother all of us adored.

“Benny. Elias. Hanna.” I greeted the other two that were now standing behind Benny. Hanna for once not getting into an argument with me, the two of us got along exactly like sisters do. In which every time we saw each other we tended to whisper insults under our breath until we ended up wrestling on the floor.

I usually lost these fights, the girl was built like a football player and had the face to match.

She was also scary with a rifle. Hence why she hung around Benny.

“Commander!” He grumbles at me as I take my seat.

“Commander.” I agree with a dip of my head. “That is actually why I am here. I don’t know if you heard about the old man that just showed up to see me?”

“Heard of it, watched him come and go. What’s going on Vicky?”

So I sigh and explain that the old man basically threatened to have me killed. Or worse. In order to get my mech.

“Mother fucker!” Benny cursed as he stroked his nonexistent beard. “You really stepped in it Vicky, Stablemasters have a lot of leeway. And Mechwarriors that will do what they want in a pinch.”

Hanna grunted. “Yeah but he is targeting one of us. Warriors ain't shit out of a mech. We could take them.”

“He won’t involve them. He thinks I’m some orphan kid with a bit of cash. So he will just hire some thugs, but even one thug is more than I can handle alone.” I put my cards on the table then.

“How would you like to actually be a mercenary? For real?”

The honest, and rather flattering anger on my behalf melted from their faces at my offer.

“Tell me more.”

----

I was lucky that the next morning after all this nonsense, my Locust-NFX was complete. That meant two things. One I didn’t have to worry about my new guards seeing a mech be constructed out of green light, and I had my production capacity again.

“Gauge, take a look at this.” I call out as I am sitting in the Locust cockpit that morning. I jumped in, activated the mech and then opened up the construction abilities of the ‘Small’ Nanoforge.

Inside I was shocked that after looking at the same list of production from my Noteputer. While browsing I idly wished I had some sort of defensive construction to give my new guards a place to protect my Mechbay.

And then. As if by the magic of neurohelmets and space magic science. The construction blueprints for a concrete bunker were added to the blueprints available. I was able, with a few thoughts, to alter the blueprint to my needs.

Gauge pulling himself into the cockpit looked over the screen. I tilted his way as I mentally altered the construction of the bunker in real time.

“So you can alter the blueprints! I thought you would be able to since the noteputer always repaired things, but wow. Vicky, with this is there anything you can’t build… Other mechs?”

I shook my head. I had tried to ‘think’ of other mechs, but nothing happened. Lack of understanding probably.

What was even more interesting was the discovery that while the max range of the sensor installed in my Locust, hadn’t changed at all. It’s minimum range for scanning items in high enough detail to create a blueprint had been extended. I really wouldn't need to spend hours scanning every part of something anymore. The locust could get the detail needed as long as it was around ten feet from my Mech.

Considering this, and the fact I wanted to protect what I had, and retain some security an idea popped into my head. Why not just expand?

“Gauge back up, I’m going to call the housing authority. See how much it would cost to get an expansion permit on the mechbay.” The mech bay had been in a destruction zone that hadn’t been worth repairing before. But if I could buy some more of the land around the mech bay.

Then I smiled even brighter, as I switched over to the sensor package, and started taking ground scans. “Cancel that.” I called out before he even started walking away. “I have a better idea.” I grunted as I waved him off to start the activation of the mech. “Gauge, wait outside for Benny's boys. Make sure no one comes inside.” I call out using the exterior speakers of my mech.

I didn’t have a lot of time before Bennys boys showed up to start their guard duty. And I wanted to make it seem like I hadn’t altered the interior of my Mechbay in just a few minutes.

----

So fully reconstructing interior spaces was incredibly easy when you could make alterations with your mind and then have a billion nanites basically eat away and reconstruct what I wanted. The first step was to completely eat away the mech bay gantry. Saving the blueprints then starting to dig downwards creating a ramp.

This was the hardest part. As the nanoforge wasn’t really designed to break down unusable matter like this. It wouldn’t exactly go into my ‘storage’ after all it wasn't useful metal that could be processed into just about anything thanks to space science magic.

Instead I used it, the nanoforge was incredibly responsive to my thoughts. The ground I dug through to begin a ramp downwards was compressed down into an incredibly firm ground, Harder than concrete, although I might have to go back over it at some point to make sure it was capable of keeping up with the stress of heavier mechs stepping on it.

But that was for later. I continued digging down, until I was well below the surface level. Thanks to the ground penetrating sensor I was easily able to dig down at an angle that wouldn’t interfere with anything.

And so after about four hours of work I had my new mechbay. The old bay opened directly into a ramp that led downwards into a much larger room that was for now about five times larger. I even set up a metal blast door that I could ‘open’ if I ever needed to expand more, although for now there was nothing but rock on the other side.

But every inch of the rest of the space was concrete, and metal. Industrial lights powered the whole thing. And to make up for the increased power usage from everything, I went ahead and modified the LTV 160 fusion engine that was in the locust Blueprint, into a stand alone generator for my new ‘base’

Secret bases were very cool. Especially in the 31’st century. The whole Star League fad hadn’t died out yet, so it was very ‘in’ at the moment.

I completed a final walk through, creating a second ground path that was built into the edge of the wall that would allow someone on foot to go from the surface mech bay into the new underground area. Without walking on the main road.

Then I created a surface blast door. That sealed off the downward ramp. And a second Blast Door at the bottom of the ramp. On the surface two bunkers were created immediately inside on each side of the entrance. The pillboxes on each side were built to house at least ten men each, and had plenty of firing holes that could be used to fend off any intruders.

What could I say? I was still kinda pissed about being threatened.

With that. I was satisfied that our mechbay was secure enough that anyone looking to cause trouble would be at a severe disadvantage.

Once that was complete I settled my Locust back in the new mech bay, stepping out onto the gantry to rub my aching neck. That stupid Neurohelmet was not designed for fourteen year olds. Then I immediately turned back around, got back in my mech and produced one of the Norman pickups at the base of the gantry, before once more stepping out.

I was like half a mile or more underground. I really didn’t want to hike up the incline. So I climbed into my new truck and drove up the ramp until I was at the surface. Where I called Gauge inside. I drove the boy around our new underground mech bay and delighted in his fascination with what I had constructed.

When I finished showing him the Fusion generator I swear he was drooling.

“Vicky, you created this entire place in half a day! Imagine creating a field base in such a short time!”

I nodded, but his statement actually made me push further. “Imagine a lance or so of Locusts running ahead of an army, every time the army needs to stop, there is a fortified base already set up and ready they can move forward or retreat to.” I add which causes his eyes to widen as he goggles.

“That’s insane.” He mutters and I nod. If I ever did become a merc commander. I would really be a pain in the ass to fight. Imagine. Every time you have a battle the enemy builds a fortified base right behind their lines that they can retreat to.

“Anyway Gauge I have another job I am going to need you for. Since you are old enough to get away with it.” At his look I pulled out the stack of C-bills I had prepared this morning and a list. His eyes met mine and when I reminded him I really didn’t like getting threatened he laughed and his smirk was just as nasty as mine.

----

“Benny, welcome to the base.” I said as the boy walked up with the rest of his ‘troops.’ Their numbers were swelling by the hour as news got out that if they wanted, they could join under Benny’s command and get paid for their work. There were plenty of orphans and orphanages. And a lot of them were already beginning to be trained as soldiers. Just about all of us went into an infantry military academy if we weren’t adopted. It wasn’t like most of us had jobs or prospects at 16 after all.

I met him just outside the entrance, as he looked around. I could tell the frown on the boy's face as he looked over the Mechbay from the outside meant he wasn’t happy. “This place is a mess. And it’s gonna be hell to keep safe. You know that right?”

He pointed to himself and a few of the kids he brought with that actually had weapons. The rest of the kids would be used more for spotters rather than any real defense.

I gave him a grin. “I think you will find Lieutenant Benny, that the base is more secure than the outer perimeter will lead one to believe.” He huffed at my mention of his rank now, which he accepted. Even kids didn’t go around calling themselves a general or something without the actual army for it. It was a weird quirk of the people here. Even civilians were careful about military rank.

The kids of the Inner Sphere took play time very seriously.

“Alright let’s see what I am working with.” He grunted as he stepped inside and came to a slow halt as he looked around. The interior space looked brand new compared to the damaged concrete of the mech bays exterior. I of course hadn’t done anything to the outside of the building except plug the holes that remained.

“What the hell.” Benny muttered as he looked around, noticing not only the pillbox bunkers, but the large blast door and downward slope. He turned first to the bunkers going through one of them completely to familiarize himself with it.

His orders came fast after that. All the kids were more than happy to follow them, as rarely did they get a chance to play in a bunker that was so very real.

“Well damn Commander. If this is what we are protecting I’m not nearly as worried as I was before.” He grunted out as he watched his ‘troops’ run around getting their stuff squared away. They were actually pretty efficient at it. Although some of the kids I didn’t recognize were slower to keep up. The actual orphan kids that played with Benny all the time were fast to get done what needed to be done.

Like I said play time was serious business in the Inner Sphere. Especially when you have an older ‘brother’ like Benny.

“That’s not all.” I told him. I jump into the truck that was waiting and wave him in as we drive down the slowly opening blast doors. As we headed deep underground I could practically feel the excitement coming off the boy beside me as I pulled up to the bottom floor. And it actually takes a few minutes for him to tear his eyes away from the mech to notice it.

Gauge had been busy. I gave him nearly 100k C-bills. A huge amount for a group of orphans, but nothing to someone who sells mech parts.

And with it, he bought just about one of everything. A good infantry Rifle. A solid sidearm. A BDU that would be perfect for long term use. A helmet. A small medkit. Boots. And finally, a set of infantry armor that was pretty high end. Probably the most expensive single piece outside the big surprise.

Then I copied all of it, and mass produced it all thanks to the Locust. But the metal crates filled with infantry equipment isn’t what caught his attention.

It was the Wheeled APC that Gauge had managed to find. The military supplier had sold it to us on the cheap, since it was heavily damaged.

Well. It ‘was’ heavily damaged.

A machine gun on the top of the thing gave it some punch and meant that Bennys little army wasn't just foot infantry, but motorized infantry.

Let me tell you even if it was cheaper. It still hurt my metal storage, after the damage the Locust had done to it. “Lieutenant.” I called out to him and he actually jumped as he caught my eyes, and for the first time he gave me a solid Salute.

“Commander.” He offered in return and I returned his salute as I waved him away.

“I’ll be busy with some work that needs to be done. Settle in your men Lieutenant. As of this moment we are no longer just some kids. We are a proper mercenary force.”

I had never seen a more childish look of absolute euphoria on Bennys face than when I said that.

God help us all.
 
Chapter 1.4

Seras

Well-known member
Chapter 1.4 Copy and Paste
3020
Solaris
Solaris city


Thankfully I did have some privacy in my Mechbay. Once all the equipment was handed out to the kids,along with the second Norman truck I had turned over to the Militia giving them a second set of wheels to use day to day. The APC wasn’t exactly great for city driving.

Gauge and I set to work. I needed more cash if I was going to get off Solaris, and that need to leave had only increased despite the coolness of my secret base. Ever since that Jerk had showed up at the Orphanage I could practically hear the ticking in the back of my mind as my time started to run out.

Because I can guarantee that he was watching me now. And if he felt he couldn’t do anything to me himself, it wouldn’t be too difficult for him to whisper some questions into certain ears about where my equipment I am selling came from.

Or why an orphan had that much money in the first place.

So yeah I was in a bad place.

But every day that passed made me stronger. The third day after meeting the old man, the thugs started coming in. First they tried to bother me on the street, but the pickup full of armed kids, Shut that down almost instantly. But from there I knew it was going to get more serious.

The first time the Mechbay was hit by a molotov from a vehicle, was annoying. The fact no one was hurt is the only reason I didn’t retaliate. And funnily since I didn’t have any defenses set up outside there wasn’t much to really damage.

The second attack was more damaging. The pickup the kids used was firebombed, thankfully it was empty, sitting outside the orphanage at the time.

They had a new one in an hour, And the scrapped one was hauled away at my cost. The Solaris PD didn’t have any suspects. Leaving it as just a random gang attack. Dang it.

That is what my militia dealt with over the next week. A firebomb here or there, if I left the mechbay I was followed.

I eventually set up a room inside, deciding it was too dangerous to go back to the orphanage.

Most of the orphans that were old enough to fully ‘join’ my little army followed. I let them put up some mobile tents I bought for them.

Thankfully the 24/7 protection worked. I made sure Gauge had guards as well, and the kids actually held good discipline after the firebomb took out the truck.

They were orphans after all, we were all a bit guarded about things we owned. Money came in, as I continued to sell mech equipment. I had Gauge move farther and farther out to sell equipment, trying to hide the fact we were selling so much equipment. Unfortunately it wasn’t quite enough.

Three days before the mech match that Mr. Wright would be preparing for things got more serious. Two attacks happened at the same time. A firebomb on a truck that was outside the orphanage at the time, but this time the kids were in it. Thankfully they all managed to get out with only minor injuries. The car that threw the molotov out an open window got away, and once again a Norman truck went up in smoke.

The second was more serious. An actual drive-by happened at the Mechbay. Luckily everyone spends their time in a concrete reinforced bunker but the gun fire was serious, if it wasn’t for the concrete bunkers I had made, there would have been more than just injuries. This was a full scale attack.

And there wasn’t anything I could do. We reported it to the police, including who we believed had done it but even Benny who was almost sixteen but not there yet, was just a kid in the eyes of the Solaris PD.

They weren’t going to, or able to help.

So I stayed up late that night running through options. Finally late I realized that I was looking at this the wrong way. I didn’t have any intention of staying here on Solaris, this was just where everything started. Staying here wasn’t actually solving anything.

With a grin I woke up Gauge and gave him a task for the next day.

----

Walking into the local ComStar branches was an odd feeling, part of me trusted them, I mean Gauge was basically an honorary member. Another knew how vile they could be. How much damage they have, and will do.

I shrugged it off, no point in losing sight of what I came here for. I had a meeting with Adept Michaelson. Gauge was standing beside me more than happy to bring me here for a meeting with his sometimes mentor.

Adept Michaelson was someone I had met before. Gauge had dragged me into the comstar building a few times when we were younger. The interior of the building was done up in Comstar colors and schemes, and it was incredibly busy. The HPG right outside was massive and dominated the entire area. After all, everyone wanted the Solaris games vidcasts.

Walking in I followed Gauge as he got us through security quickly enough before I found myself brought into a small but well loved office.

“Gauge! It is good to see you, my boy.” The older Adept was in his mid fifties with a close shaven beard and short cut hair hidden by his hood. But his smile was usually the first thing you notice. Shiny white teeth and it spread his entire face wide. He stood and clapped Gauge on the shoulder as he turned to me. “And Vicky isn’t it? It’s been a few years, but your name is always coming out of Gauge's lips.” He chuckled probably hoping for embarrassment but none was there this time.

The two of us were too serious to let that distract us. “Good afternoon Adept Michaelson, thank you for taking the time to see us. I didn’t know who else to reach out to about this.”

He purses his lips for a moment. “Indeed? When Gauge requested a meeting for a friend I was quite curious about his reasons. I have heard some… Interesting things about you recently Miss Vicky.”

I nodded trying my best to hope they were just the rumors going around, and not that I had the ultimate Lostech. “My Mother left me a small hoard of mech salvage. The actual message about where it was, and how to access it only came to me recently, but I’ve managed quite well with her gift, which is what brings me to bother you today, Adept Michaelson.”

“Then please sit. I am quite interested to hear this!” He chuckled as he took his seat back at his desk and I sat across from him.

“I am looking to register a mercenary company with the MRB.” I tell him directly, and see his eyebrows rise up in surprise.

“I see. I wasn’t expecting that.” He joked out as he looked me over his smile bright, but his eyes were sharp.

“Yes I figured it would be a shock. I asked Gauge if we could speak to you because if nothing else, you are someone we know. I’m going to be looking to expand what I have right now to at least a full Lance, and some more motorized infantry. But I can’t do that here. Solaris has a lot of mech jockeys, and equipment, but not ‘that’ much. It’s too skewed. I need to get off planet, get to a place where we can start really training. I was hoping you would help in finding us either a larger mercenary band needing some additional help willing to offer some training, or at least a planetary guard position somewhere quiet that we could get some time to train up.”

He leaned back in his chair looking solemn as he looked over at me. “Very unexpected indeed. You do know Ms. Victoria that there are training schools all through Lyran space, many of them would be willing to take a girl that already owned a mech.”

“Yes, but all of those schools involve joining the military afterwards. I am looking more towards a mercenary lifestyle. My mother was a bit of a lostech hunter on the side, she never found much actual lostech from what I understand but she did find a few caches of things here and there. That’s mostly what I am selling off to afford this now.”

“I can understand wishing to follow in a parent's footprints, especially one that is now lost, but I must wonder if you are ready for what you are planning to do?”

“I’m an orphan Adept Michaelson. My future is being stuck on Solaris as a low end Mech Jockey until my Locust is too damaged to pilot, Then I end up on the street just another dispossessed. At least with a company under me I have a future. Even if that future ends early. It’s better than dying slowly here.”

“Mercenary groups, especially small ones, don't tend to last very long. I hope you understand for every Wolf’s Dragoons, there are hundreds that don’t survive their first year.”

“I know. Believe me I know, but I have a good start. I sold enough equipment to have a good nest egg, I have my mech, and before I leave I will be buying another mech. Probably a medium. Gauge will be my second Mechwarrior.” I comment purposefully hinting that Gauge was coming with me.

You know in case this man actually did feel any affection for him.

This actually did bring a frown on his face. “I see.” He sighed a little as he leaned forward in his chair. “Since I don’t believe I can convince you otherwise, I suppose it is my duty as a ComStar Representative to assist you in setting up a registration with the MRB. Do you have a name for your mercenary company?”

I nodded really, there was only one name that could ever fit for a group of orphans in a distant mech future. “Iron Blooded.”

And over the next few hours I ran through a lot of paperwork. ComStar bureaucracy isn’t a joke.

----

It was dark when Gauge and I finally left the HPG. The paperwork for setting up a Mercenary Corp wasn’t very hard, although I fudged the numbers a bit. Saying that I was expanding still so only having 1 mech wasn’t right.

The problem of course came in finding a job. I had originally wanted to maybe work as an extra unit attached to a more experienced merc group, but well. That didn’t end up happening. They were a few interested in my mech, but not everything else that comes along with it. Each of them denied the offer once they learned that I wasn’t just a single Mechwarrior but a company of orphans forming an infantry company.

Instead I was forced to change what I was looking for. I needed a planet that required a mercenary contract for a guard. Someplace that I can give the Iron Blooded a chance to actually gain some Iron.

It took hours to find a contract that we were big enough to take. The fact I offered two mechs, one of which I don’t have is the only reason I got it. A guard rotation on a planet one jump from Solaris in the Federation of Skye. A little planet called Zaniah III, it was completely unimportant except for two things. One, it was right on the border with the FWL. And second?

It had a certain Sanctuary on it. A place where exhausted mechwarriors tired of war could go to be left alone. A certain member of the Kell Hounds was currently there, hiding out after his Phantom Mech incident.

I chose it. Despite it being a desert world. With lower than normal gravity and an unfortunate temperature around the equator of 45 C. It was hot, dusty, and a miserable world to live on. Hence why they were willing to accept a small mercenary contract to help defend it.

They struggled to get any who wanted to go.

Three days.

In three days a chartered Leopard would pick us up and take us to Zaniah III. I had that long to get Gauge a mech, hire some actual instructors to train my infantry and Mechwarriors, and of course convince a bunch of orphans to move an entire planet away.

This was going to be tough.

----

Well delegation was the name of the game. I sent Gauge off with enough C-bills to purchase some sort of medium mech. A truck and a few kids to keep him safe. Benny and I on the other hand didn’t get to go buy battlemechs. We had to go hire some old crusty sergeants to train troops.

We had three responses back from the request we sent through ComStar.

The first one, came in, took a look at my age, and Benny who I introduced as my infantry commander and immediately turned around.

It wasn’t really a positive experience.

“Well this ain’t lookin good Commander.” He said and I nodded. The resume we had for the first man was already in the trash as we waited for the second. We had given some time between meetings as we expected to actually have a meeting.

Instead we were waiting for Alfred Kurtz, Ex-Lyran Guard Sergeant. He had completed his years in the guard and resigned to go home. Why he was on Solaris I had no idea. Benny was getting antsy. Despite the fact I assured him he was in charge of the infantry he didn’t like that we were recruiting outside of the orphans.

“It’s alright. We just need someone that can help with training, we have too many troops and not enough training. That’s all.” Before I could say anything further it was time.

The man that entered didn’t quite match his picture on his resume. The picture was in perfect military dress. This man looked like he had a few rough years. Although he still had the military bearing, his clothes were worn, and his once pristine mustache was bushier. He saluted as he entered which Benny and I returned before I motioned for him to take a seat.

“Before we get any further Sergeant let me be clear about what my merc company is. Just so you aren’t blindsided. We are brand new. I am currently the only mechwarrior but we are getting another mech and warrior as we speak. A majority of what we are is infantry. All of whom are recruited from the orphanages of Solaris.”

I gave him a moment to process that as I motioned toward Benny. “This is Lieutenant Benny, who is in charge of our Motorized Infantry regiment. He is currently fifteen. I am Commander Victoria, and I am fourteen. The eldest trooper we currently have is about a month away from sixteen. We are children. Orphans who decided that we were going to do more than just sit here on Solaris and rot. If working with us is something you can’t stomach. Please say so now.”

I am sure he was quite confused to walk into a room with a few young kids, but after that I could see his jaw drop a little in surprise at the true state of my young merc company. He seemed to take a moment after that to really look the two of us over. “Yet you are commanding a mercenary company. I was told in the report that you had mechs and infantry. That is… admirable for one so young.”

“Admirable. Sure I suppose you can call it that.” I accepted after a moment. “I am looking for someone who can train troops. Yes, they are young, and yes they are orphans. But we have gone through all the same schooling as any Lyran. Benny is the top scorer from his military academy. We are young, yes. But just as willing as anyone else, and we do have funds. That isn’t a concern.”

“You’re an orphan as well? Were your parents nobility?” He asked, and I could tell immediately he was curious about pay. The way he kept playing with the worn cufflinks on his arm. That was probably brass rather than gold at this point.

“No. My Mother was a mech Jockey here on Solaris. She had a secondary interest in lostech hunting. She never found any true lostech, but she had left enough salvage in secret to me, that I have plenty of funds to get what we need. Enough to start this company with the mech I already own, and the one that should be on it’s way now.”

He nodded. I could tell he was still hesitant, who wouldn’t be? If a bunch of highschoolers asked you to join their army, would you feel confident? “Your offer for pay… It was quite generous which is why I came, I admit.” He seemed to grimace at that. “I don’t wish to sound… Rude. But can I be sure you can sustain the pay you offered?”

“I understand your worry, I'm young, and not even a noble. Suddenly offering you a hefty pay for your rank and experience. If it will remove any concern. I don’t mind having the pay go through ComStar. We can settle on a set amount of time, say a year? And have it held in trust for you.”

He blinked a bit, before flushing lightly. “I accept. I apologize again, Miss- Commander. Your youth is definitely surprising, but if you set up the pay through ComStar, for a year to start. I believe I will accept to join your company, if you still offer me the position.”

I nodded. Benny nodded his head as well, and I reached out to shake his hand. “We already have a guard contract. Two days from now we are leaving Solaris. Sergeant we have one further meeting to get too. But I will contact you if you are accepted, and once ComStar has the trust.”

“Thank you Commander.”

----

The third meeting didn’t go well. Once I got to the point of the age of the trainees they decided this company wasn’t for them. Fair enough.

With that we had a training sergeant so we could get our troop of infantry trained, but I still had a lot of things to do in two days. I had Benny reach out to the Leopards quartermaster to settle food, and general supplies we would need for our little army.

I had another job. After setting up the trust with ComStar and letting Sergeant Kurtz know that he was hired. I took a squad of boys and hit the town. We had so much more that we needed before we could leave.

Unfortunately the room on a Leopard wasn’t exactly spacious. Thankfully we would only have two mechs, so the captain was letting us use the rest of the mech bay and fighter bay as temporary barracks. Even if the space was still going to be tight.

It wasn’t going to be the most comfortable trip, but it was what the contracting governor of Zaniah had been willing to pay for our small troop. I think she really only wanted the two mechs I had put on the contract. The aide I had spoken too briefly as we completed the contract had been rather uninterested in the infantry company, only really asking about the mechs.

Heading into Solaris I had a very serious purchase that I needed to pick up the moment I realized we were going into a desert world. I wanted to make sure I had a water purifier ready.

There actually was a company that sold industrial water purifiers here in Lyran space. “Water Pure Industries” was a bit of an odd duck company. They had been bombed multiple times, through the Succession wars, but always rebuilt their factories to keep supplying the very necessary equipment.

Unfortunately the equipment was industrial grade. So it was big, heavy, and expensive. I winced at the price, especially since it would be harder to keep making money as quickly once we left Solaris. But I bought one anyway. We dragged it back into the Mechbay, where once I had everyone off doing something else, I used the locust to disintegrate it, loading the blueprints.

I didn’t think the Leopard captain would let me bring the thing normally, so I was gonna have to build one on planet if we needed to. I still wasn’t sure what we were going to be looking at once we got there. They had said an unused military base would be given to us close to the capital city, but I had no idea how comfortable it would be.

Which was fine. I was gonna be cheating anyway.

When I finished deconstructing the water purifier, Gauge arrived with his new mech.

It was a Centurion. Was. Now it was a wreck. He had his small squad of troopers drive it in on the back of a flatbed. It was in rough shape. An unattached left arm, although the arm was on the truck, gave a solid impression that it wasn’t at it’s best. Gauge shooed everyone but me out of the mechbay once it was parked so we could discuss what the best option was.

“It was cheap. And despite the damage, it is a complete mech. Nearly a million Cbills off, because the Fusion engine is scrap at this point but… You said the Noteputer could reconstruct even damaged equipment right?”

I hummed. It was one thing to reconstruct something like broken actuators, or myomer in a damaged mech, it was another to touch a fusion engine. But I shrugged. “I’ll get in the locust and give it a full scan first. If we have to, we just buy a fusion engine before we leave. It should auto fix the blueprint if we have all the parts.”

I scrambled into the Locust, and thankfully since I was able to get very close to the Centurion The scanning didn’t take more than an hour, before the blueprint was completed in my noteputer. Looking it over I sighed in relief. The CND-AL. The energy variant Centurion was a complete blueprint. Thankfully the Noteputer didn’t have any problem with ‘fixing’ the borked fusion engine. Whether that’s because it was just able to fix the problem, or the fact I already have a fusion engine blueprint meant it knew what it needed to fix, I had no idea.

“Good news.” I call out after I once more secure the locust. “Blueprint is completed, We have everything we need.” I step onto the gantry. “Well Gauge. She is yours so it’s up to you. Do we bring her as is, and see how much repairs you can do on the flight over. Will give you something to do, and give the troopers some experience with helping you do some repairs on a mech. Or do we just.” And I wiggle my fingers letting him know I mean to reconstruct the thing from scratch.

He hesitated. I could see in his eyes the desire for a brand new Centurion. “I, I could use the practice. Plus it would be weird to walk out with a fixed Centurion right?”

I nodded, smiling that he picked that up on that issue. I Would have if he asked, but I definitely prefer him working on it during the trip. Waking out with a pristine mech would send up plenty of red flags, people had already seen how damaged it was after all. “Alright. Gauge, you're in charge of contacting the Leopard and getting your mech secure, and beginning repairs. Give me a list of what you need to repair the whole thing, and we will make sure it ‘appears’ on the ship.”

I grunted then as the building shook lightly. Stumbling I hit the gantry railing and held on, before the shaking stopped. Gauge and I were looking around before it hit us. Gauge ran to the Norman that was always stashed down here so no one had to walk up the incline back to the surface, while I raced into my Locust once more.

The radio frequency we used around the Mechbay was already active when it started up.

The noise on the other end wasn't good. Gauge beat me upstairs before I stopped at the fire and devastation that met my eyes. A bomb had gone off. No, I realized in horror. A missile. An Inferno missile. It must have been shot from outside the mechbay because the wall directly away from the entrance was up in flames. I realized with a stuttered heart that is where the old Gantries used to be. And now it was where the tents had been set up for sleeping quarters for the orphans that wanted to stay.

The kids on guard duty were running around, not sure what to do, some were using fire extinguishers to try and put out the flames.

That didn’t work.

Others were just trying to get everyone away from the fire. I switched on my exterior speaker. “EVERYONE OUT. Ignore the fire unless someone is on fire, get out of the mechbay!” I led the group out, My sensors told me that there wasn’t anyone else in the fire. Or at least, anyone still alive. My heart beating I went to the next problem now that everyone was getting out of the burning building.

Using my sensors to try and find out who had done this. I immediately searched for weapons in the area.

I near instantly locked onto the culprit. Unfortunately for them, the sensors I had on this locust were practically magic compared to what a normal locust would have. So the van that was driving down the street already a block over, and well out of sight, that had an infantry SRM launcher resting in the back was instantly highlighted on my map.

Furious I made sure all the kids were out of the mech bay before I called up the Solaris PD. And started off after them. If there was one thing that would bring swift attention from the police. It was a Battlemech heading out onto the street, weapons hot.

The operator for the PD I got through my coms, sounded calm, until I explained I was chasing a van through Solaris that had just fired an Inferno round into my mechbay, while I was in my Locust.

That immediately got the attention I expected. They kept trying to get me to stop, or let them handle it but once I was sure the police were on their way I closed the communications channel.

I raced through the streets, stupid neurohelmet as always making my neck ache as I raced thundered down the road. I hadn’t had a lot of practice driving this stupid thing, but with my adrenaline up I wasn’t about to let that stop me. Thankfully it wasn’t like I was driving over rough terrain. Flat city streets are pretty easy to run through, despite having to dodge pedestrian cars that were in the way.

Although when a land vehicle saw a Battlemech running down the street they usually got out of the way in a hurry. Survival instinct and all.

The van didn’t stand a chance of escaping me. I didn’t even have to fire my SRMs when I caught up. They were stopped at a light. Making sure it was the right truck, I went right for the finale. I kicked the side of the van hard enough to knock it on it’s side. My SRMs pointed at the now crashed vehicle just daring the men inside to try and make a run for it. They didn’t.

By the time the Solaris PD got there. I was more than content to step away, and let them handle everything. They, after all, opened the back of the Van and caught the smoking ‘gun’ in the hands of the men inside.

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The Solaris PD were not in fact ‘okay’ with me chasing a vehicle through the streets in my battlemech. The fact I didn’t actually fire any shots, or cause any damage other than a few shocked pedestrians as I wasn’t exactly moving ‘slow’ meant that thankfully they gave me a slap on the wrist in a hefty fine, but hauled the two men in the van away in cuffs.

Satisfied that at least that was done. I went back to the mechbay at a more sedate pace. Constantly in contact with Benny who had returned to the mechbay to take charge. Unfortunately it was still burning.

Inferno rounds don’t just ‘go out’ until they are good and ready. Benny had the troops using every fire extinguisher in the building to keep it from spreading any, and thankfully the whole mechbay was concrete and steel, so it wasn’t too much of a concern. What was going to burn, was already burned.

But it was dangerous even so. The smoke kept pouring out of it causing coughing fits in the kids until I told Benny to just let it burn. Anything damaged could be replaced. When I got back I didn’t even put my Locust inside, instead I powered it down outside the mechbay in the lot, and used the extending ladder to climb out, back onto solid ground. I winced as I rubbed my neck as I walked over. Watching the smoke pour out.

The Solaris Fire Department did eventually arrive, but they basically ended up doing nothing once they were sure it wasn’t going to spread.

Like I said Inferno rounds don’t just get put out.

“Benny. Gather up everyone. We’ll be having a meeting here. Now. I was planning on doing this anyways, but hell, might as well use this.”

I climbed back up the Locust and settled in the cockpit. The backdrop of the burning Mechbay would hopefully make a powerful image. It took a little over ten minutes for all the orphans that were part of our group to line up and get ready.

Honestly, there were more than I expected. Some of them weren’t even orphans anymore. Some were already over 16, people that had been released into the world and expected to find an income and a life to live. Most joined military academies. Those that couldn’t. Or thought they wanted to try a different way, usually ended up in the gangs.

It was a rough life for us, to be thrust out into the streets of Solaris at sixteen. Many of them of course kept in touch. After all, we were all the family that each other had. So seeing the numbers standing down in front of my mech, a lot of older teens staring up at me, with a look of awe. They looked at me as the pinnacle, I was what they all wanted. Money, Mechs.

I settled my fluttering stomach as I started talking.

“Today. We were attacked. This shouldn’t be a surprise to any of you. We are orphans. All of us. Attacks from outsiders is what we deal with every day.” My voice echoed nicely, the crackling fire still burning inside hopefully adding something.

“I caught the thugs that made the attack, but as usual, this is Solaris. We all know the people doing the job aren't the ones in charge. I bet some of us have even done things at another's order that they didn’t like. That they found distasteful. We all have. If nothing changes, We will again.”

“That’s why I am doing this. I offered you jobs that you could trust, because I am just like you. An orphan. Just like I am your family, you are mine. So I offered you pay when I was threatened, and gave you equipment that could keep all of us safe.”

“This thing I started building that day wasn’t something I expected. It came out because someone out there wanted what I had earned. They wanted my mech. So I asked my family to join me in my blessings. To earn real pay, for real work and to be treated like more than just familyless orphans. Which we aren’t. We all have a family. In each other.

“This thing I put together grew faster than I expected, and is stronger than I ever dreamed. Look around you. Your brothers and sister stand beside you! I realize though that this can’t be the end. I can’t leave it at this. Some of you have been wondering, what are my intentions with my wealth, Wonder no more.”

“A few days ago I went into the ComStar Office, and registered a new Mercenary Company.” I let that settle over the teens hungry eyes staring up at me, as I stood tall in my cockpit, something I had made earlier hidden in my right hand pulled up as I threw the edge of it over the front of the cockpit.

I had decided I might as well go full ham at this point. If I was going to do this, I would not leave my family wondering where they stood, or what it meant anymore. They needed more than just to be told they were family. They needed esprit de corps. So when I raised the flag, The red flower was bright but covered in splatters of paint as if it was dirty, the cracked white looked more like stone, or concrete. It was anything but pretty. It was rough. And dirty.

It was perfect to represent my little family.

“We are all orphans. Not a single one of us has blue blood. We have Blood of Iron. This is the Eisen-Blume. The Iron Flower that rises wherever our Iron Blood is spilled.” My voice boomed out over the group of orphans from the Locusts system, the look on their faces as I was offering them something more than just a job was settling in.

The hungry looks I saw on every orphan from time to time, whenever someone spoke of a rich noble, or something beyond their reach. “I am not Victoria of no name. I am Victoria Eisen-Blume. I name myself!” I yelled out, and the crowd went dead silent. Names were important to all of us. By picking a last name. Well it was quite a statement.

I had basically told the orphanage that I wasn’t an orphan anymore, that I wouldn’t be coming back.

The flag I hooked onto a hook on the cockpit leaving it there fluttering in the wind as I rose. “The Iron Blooded Company is open for business. We already have a contract to defend a Lyran world. We leave in two days.”

I look down on not a group of children but soldiers as I finish my speech. “My blood is ready to be spilled, but when they cut me, they will only find Iron! What will they find when they cut you!? Blood? Or IRON!”

The roar back at me, locked it in. If nothing else, I would have plenty of troops to transport. I almost sighed but I kept my back straight as my men, my soldiers roared their approval. I had so much work left to do.

Once everything calmed, I directed everyone to Benny. For a list of those who were willing to leave Solaris, and join the Company in full.

Not one decided to stay.
 

Bear Ribs

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Shouldn't be hard, then, to have a complete blueprint for a Leopard by the time they're at their destination.

Might even be able to blueprint the JumpShip with a little luck...

Yeah, it's probably going to get out of control fast.
 

Doomsought

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Shouldn't be hard, then, to have a complete blueprint for a Leopard by the time they're at their destination.
They will probably be missing some parts for the same reason they had to deconstruct the mech. You don't just let passengers walk everywhere on your ship.

Likely it will be the engines perstructure and the kf-field extender that won't get a full scan.
 
Chapter 1.5

Seras

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Chapter 1.5 Copy and Paste
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Solaris
Solaris City

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When the flames of the Inferno missile finally died down, I piloted my Locust back downstairs. The destruction of the tents was a hard hit for us. A lot of the orphans, or those who were too old for the orphanages had basically started living here. They stored their personal items here. Irreplaceable things. Things that had been left by their dead family. Now gone up in flames.

I was furious.

But the only reason I wasn’t creating an army of Centurions to go have a talk with Mr. Wright, was because no one had died. Yet. There were a few burns. But Benny had those injured in a truck and sent to a hospital. They would be fine.

Fortunately we had caught the people. Not even the Solaris PD would be able to just wipe their hands of this one. The two men that had been caught would probably lead to some trouble at the Wright Stables.

Hopefully it was enough to get us some space until we were gone.

Once I was downstairs I couldn’t even get the stupid Neurohelm off and rest, Gauge had a list of parts he needed to repair the Centurion.

So I went through them. Creating them directly onto the flatbed already holding the Centurion in small metal containers, so no one would think it weird. Everything was ready to go for Gauge to begin repairs.

But now I have almost a hundred soldiers signed up. Mouths to feed. And lives that are now my responsibility. I groaned. Why had I done this? My first plan had been to go straight to Helm. Make a copy of the core and go straight to Tharkad. Get a noble title, and a planet, turn it into a Forgeworld that would make the imperium weep. But things weren’t that simple.

This world was dangerous. Only now that I had a small Company of troops, and half a Lance was I feeling at least safe enough not to be completely pushed around. “It’s fine Vicky. You got this.” I mumbled to myself as I thumbed the radio. “Benny, once you get everything solid up top come down here, we have some things to discuss.”

“Roger that Commander.”

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The conversation I needed to have with Benny was an important one. Gage was already down here looking over the mech when he arrived and I waved them both over. I had created a small table and a few chairs in order to have a place to eat while down here, and that is where the three of us sat.

“So Benny. It’s time I explain everything about what is going on.”

“Commander?”

“W-wait, Vicky, are you sure you should be telling him that?”

I nodded. Benny was throwing an annoyed look at Gauge at that, but I grabbed his attention back quickly. “Gauge. Benny is going to be in charge of defending us, keeping us all alive. Benny, there is something you need to be made aware of. About how we are going to be getting supplies so you know what is going on. Otherwise you would have figured it all out eventually, and maybe started asking uncomfortable questions. Before we start… I need your word Benny. This goes no farther without my permission. No matter what. You can’t tell your friends. You can’t let this get out. Ever.”

He cocked his head to the side, Bennys blue eyes piercing as he nodded. “Alright Vicky. You have my word. Whatever this is about will go with me to the grave.”

I smiled nodding. “I knew I could trust you.” I pulled out the Noteputer and placed it on the table. “This is my noteputer, it was my mothers. It is in fact not a noteputer at all. It’s an incredibly advanced piece of Lostech. Something I am pretty sure was created by an ancestor, as it’s Gene locked to me. No one else can use it.” I once more went with my lie, it was easier than saying eldritch abominations gave it to me.

I pointed it away from the table and hit the option I already had queued up, and a metal box appeared, with hundreds of Eisen-Blume patches. Something for the soldiers to add to their BDU’s to mark their Company.

“It can create anything it has a blueprint for, as long as I provide the raw materials.”

“What the fuck.” Benny muttered wide eyed as he stood up and walked over to the box that to him appeared out of nothing but green light. After pulling out one of the patches and looking it over he slowly put it back with a nod

“Yeah that’s how I felt when she dragged me out to a junkyard and showed me.” Gauge grumbled loudly as I beckoned Benny to retake his seat.

“This is how I was able to afford all of this. We can create copies of parts, vehicles, and weapons. Then sell them, a factory that can create anything in the palm of my hand.”

He looked quite shocked as he processed what I had just told him. “Why not just go to House Steiner, or hell ComStar. This would…”

“It would change the balance of power. I said this to Gauge already but let’s break it down Benny. Let's say I tell the Archon. Give it to her. What happens? They start production the likes of which has never been seen. They restart the war, and so does everyone else. We are in a slow period of the war now, but imagine what happens when they start creating hundreds, thousands of battlemechs a day. Someone finds out. They always do. You can’t keep production like that a secret.”

He slowly nodded as I continued. “The Combine of course finds out. What would they do if they knew that all they had to do is win the next war. No concern for the future because after they win the war then they get to rebuild everything just like new, without any loss in tech. Nukes would only be the first act.”

Slowly he nods. “Okay. Okay… I agree. You’re right, this can’t get out. Fuck.” He muttered, shaking his head as he seemed to wipe away the images of war in his head. “Okay so you have this Lostech, it lets you build anything. But you need to keep it a secret. You can’t just reveal it to anyone so you keep it quiet… You’ve been telling everyone that what you are selling was from a cache of equipment your mother had from her Lostech hunting…”

“That’s the trick. It’s something believable. How many people have made it rich off a cache of equipment found while hunting. Nothing I have sold is really Lostech though. That’s the point. I tell them I have equipment my mother had and everyone is at least willing to believe me. More believable than some kid with a pocket factory right?”

“Okay yeah it makes sense. Shit, everything you have got for us… The trucks. We kept losing trucks, but more always showed up.” He says as if striking a eureka moment.

“Yep. The Locust can create things now too. It’s not the original Locust I purchased. It’s actually a brand new one. One that has the lostech integrated into it. Again though, Gauge and I tested it. It’s still genelocked to me.”

“What happened to the old Locust?” Benny asked, almost slyly his eyes glowing with greed.

I laughed loud and sharp as Gauge chuckled too. “I destroyed it!” I couldn’t help but say, seeing his face fall as if I just stabbed him. “Sorry sorry. I shouldn’t joke, but creating a ‘new’ blueprint from something takes a long time, or at least it did. Originally we only had a handheld Sensor system that could slowly create a blueprint, but you had to slowly scan something from top to bottom by hand. It would have taken weeks! Instead we basically had the noteputer extract the blueprint from the Locust. It is much faster, so instead of weeks it only took a few days to get the scan, and then produce a new mech.”

The look in his eyes was once more hungry “In that case making a mech. How much would it cost for another one?”

I chuckled at his question. “You’re next for a mech Benny. I plan on having you in charge of Bravo Lance when we get there.” I tell him and he bursts into a smile as I just offered him his childhood dream. Which, I had. “Right now we only have a Locust, or a Centurion blueprint. So you will probably get a CND-AL. Like Gauges. But I’m not producing any more Battlemechs until we get situated on Zaniah, when we have a little more privacy if you get my drift.”

“Right. No right. Commander, I can wait. It’s not like I can do much with one while traveling.” He said but I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Soon Lieutenant. Can’t have the man in charge of my army not be a Mechwarrior, can I?”

“Of course not Commander! It would be embarrassing, for sure.” He was smiling his boyish grin at that. Which the three of us all matched. Mechs were a big deal after all.

“Good. So that’s the deal Benny. We need a list of equipment we have to get. Anything too big can be broken down and recreated on Zaniah. I am giving you carte blanche. What do we need for the future?”

That pulled him from his dreams of the future as he considered. “Well if we are talking about things we need, we need some anti-air defense, and some anti-tank.” He muttered. “Right now we are good on infantry equipment. The armor you picked up is really solid… Although that makes more sense now. That stuff is expensive per kit, but you basically gave me a box of the damn things in different sizes even.” he muttered.

“Okay let’s focus on that then. Anti-air, and anti-tank, vehicles and equipment. I hadn’t considered air. Which is a mistake, you are right. We have mechs for anti-tank, but we do need something for the infantry as well. I don’t want the kids running around without any way to protect themselves… SRM launchers.” I called up the Noteputer Blueprints, and smirked as I realized that while chasing after the assholes in the van I had scanned the man portable SRM launcher.

“Okay we have infantry anti-armor covered. I can create SRM launchers.”

Benny nodded. “That’s great. Those are solid, if dangerous to use, but better than nothing. Now if we are talking vehicles. Since you want us to be a motorized company? LRM Carrier would be amazing. Those are pricey though.” He offered.

I stilled. Before gritting my teeth as I wanted to bash my head in. “I am a complete moron. Stupid stupid!” I grunted as I slowly calmed, breathing out as I nodded. “I forgot about SRM and LRM carriers.” One of the scariest vehicles at least in the games. But here they were still just as deadly. “LRM carrier. Benny. I don’t care what the price is. Gauge go with him. We need one. Just one LRM carrier, I completely forgot about LRM Carriers!”

“What’s so special about LRM carriers Vicky?” Gauge asked slowly after a moment, the boys shock was obvious at my outburst. But they just couldn’t see it!

I took a moment to calm myself, turning more towards Benny who was also looking at me curiously. “One of the few blueprints that were still on my Noteputer when I got it was a sensor system. It came in a man portable one like I told you, but what I didn’t mention is that the thing is probably the most powerful Sensor package in the Inner Sphere. One hundred miles Benny. It tracked every mech, every person, every vehicle. In one hundred miles. The normal ECM that interferes with sensors didn’t do squat to stop us from seeing what we wanted.”

Unlike Gauge who always failed his strategy courses in school Benny picked up on it immediately. “These sensors… Can you install them in the carriers?”

I took a moment. It would be a risk. I could always just rely on indirect fire orders for the carriers. But I was fairly sure I could. “Yes. it would be risky, if anyone finds out, but yes. I could.”

“Okay. Gauge. Let’s go. We need an LRM carrier, and we don’t have much time!”

“Benny bring it down here ASAP we won’t have the space to bring it with us, So I’ll need to break it down for the blueprint. But get that carrier!”

“Yes Commander!” The boy yelled backwards while running towards the Norman truck. Gauge drifted along after him more slowly, his lack of understanding on what we were getting at would be something Benny could explain on the drive. Hopefully somewhere on Solaris someone was selling.

I couldn’t wait to see the faces of the first enemy that tried to attack the Iron Blooded Company. I wonder if I should tell them before it happens, that we are beginning operation Stehl RAHN?

I shook that silly thought away. That would be saved for the mass air drop of power armored infantry.

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Time flies when you are busting your ass for an interplanetary expedition without a competent logistics officer. Sergeant Alfred Kurtz ended up joining me the day before the trip working as such, but even his experience was limited. But it was more than mine.

We stocked up on everything we needed, and a few things I had forgotten. “Toiletries!? Crap!” But in the end, the trucks were going out, and dropping things off at the Leopard, and as the rumors spread about what I had done. What I had created. Benny was inundated with orphans, from other orphanages looking for work. Most of them were older. Even more already aged out. But if they were an orphan. We accepted them.

It did stretch supplies a bit. Worse because I wasn’t about to actually ‘create’ anything on board the Leopard. It would be a suckers bet to assume the captain didn’t have cameras in every section monitoring my group of troublemakers.

So I had to make absolutely sure I would have enough. I also went out of my way as dusk was coming down to purchase as good of a vid player as I could find, and as many current vids on the market as I could afford without destroying my already diminishing budget. Even with Gauge selling off parts like I was having a fire sale. Money kept slipping right out of my fingers.

There were always more things to buy.

The sun broke on the day that we were leaving. I had slept in the cockpit of my Locust, just because I kept being woken up in the middle of the night to produce something, or copy something Benny, or Gauge brought me.

But in the end. Trucks left the Mechbay for the last time. I still held the ‘lease’ on the building for a few years, but I closed down the blast doors leading to the downstairs, and once everyone else was gone. Covered them in a pseudo concrete to hide the entrance.

Then it was off. The trucks heading towards the Leopard were covered in my soldiers. The flatbed with the Centurion had a group of them resting on top of the mech, and all of them were armed. I wasn’t going to allow anything to interfere and nothing did. A quiet drive up to the spaceport to finish our final loading.

The initial load went quickly, my Locust pulled into it’s gantry without a problem, when I realized I had another issue. With a sigh of frustration I realized that I wouldn’t be getting my Leopard blueprint today. The range of the scanner meant that even if I could move my Locust inside the Leopard I would never get a complete scan.

Plus the Captain would probably toss me out the airlock if I tried to move my Locust around inside her Leopard. She was a fearsome woman.

It was only after I docked and headed outside to finish everything that I noticed it. A very shiny expensive looking speeder car. The same one Mr. Wright had driven to the orphanage in.

As soon as I noticed him, he stepped out and seemed to exude the quiet confidence of a wealthy man knowing he was protected.

I headed over. Despite being busy to see what this was all about. I highly doubt he would attack here. Not at the spaceport.

That would be suicide.

“Miss Victoria.”

He called out to me as I stopped well out of his reach a harsh glare in my eyes. “Mr. Wright. What do you want?”

“Why just to see you off. You see it’s rare that someone I decide to be annoyed with manages to slip away.”

“Picking on kids usually leads to that. Yeah.” I retorted back swiftly, earning my own glare in turn. “I hear if you target people that can fight back you end up running into trouble. How are your two men by the way?”

“If you are speaking of the unfortunate attack on your mechbay I had heard about it. A true stroke of luck, they didn’t damage anything valuable, was it not?”

“Luck had nothing to do with it. Your men were incompetent. I wonder how long before they chat up the Solaris PD about who gave them that launcher?”

“Not something I concern myself with. I heard both suffered an accident. Didn’t you hear?”

I grit my teeth at that. I hadn’t in fact heard that they were dead. It seems Mr. Wright had more connections than I had expected for such a low ranked stablemaster.

He nodded, smiling. “Yes, don’t think this is the end of this Miss Victoria. You will be back, and I have a long reach.”

I huffed, as if he could threaten an entire merc company. Deciding to poke him a bit more I switched tracks. “How was your match the other day? The Wright Stables, VS the Adrian Light Cavalry right? Heard your lance and demi lance, got crushed. I didn’t get to watch it, you see. I was too busy dealing with a certain attack. But I heard the words ‘crushing’ as a good descriptor.”

“Hmm yes. Attacks do happen here on Solaris, and other places as well. Zaniah III wasn’t it? That isn’t very far at all.”

“Send as many thugs as you want. Here on Solaris, we play by the city's rules. On Zaniah? You would play with mine.”

“Perhaps. We shall see won’t we? Good luck Miss Victoria.” He said before turning and heading into his speeder. I watched him drive away and the only thing I could feel was amusement.

“I really hope you do try to send some trouble my way, old man. I’ll devour them.”

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It took four hours after that to get everything secured to the Leopards quartermaster’s satisfaction. Four long hours.

Finally it was done. And I learned a very valuable lesson about myself. “Oh god oh god, I’m gonna be sick. Oh god oh god!”

I didn’t really like space travel. I’ve been in planes before in past lives. Hell, I've piloted one before. But nothing I have ever experienced matched the feel of a Leopard not so much flying out of the atmosphere, but more like punching through the air that dared try to impede it’s path. It was a rocket that wasn’t shaped like a rocket. I hated it.

Benny thought my reaction was hilarious.

Although he was nice enough to get me a barf bag. In return I used it. Instead of just puking on him. Cause I’m nice like that.

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It’s really hard to put into perspective a travel speed measured in days or even weeks. The longest trip I had ever taken in either life was just a day or so. And even then, that was with the ability to stop and go look at a museum, or at least get out of the car.

Space was amazing. Looking out into the stars was incredibly distracting. For the first few hours.

Then it gets boring, and there is absolutely nothing to do otherwise. I made sure to make a ton of Vid players and had passed them around to the kids, so there at least was something to watch for everyone.

Mostly mech battles, but hey we’re from Solaris.

But even that got boring by day five. I had Sergeant Kurtz set up small training rotations in the cargo bay where there was space. Most of it was basic exercises. Or some basic positioning training for infantry, give them a gun, take the ammo out and let them clear the ‘spaces’ of the cargo bay to get experience working in a team to do it.

It kept a lot of the kids busy. I joined in both the exercise and the training. I needed it too. But other than the game consoles. The same ones I had Gauge sell off the fixed versions of to rent Smalls dirtbike, there was nothing else to do, but exercise, train, or watch vids.

Boring.

Day eight is when we finally jumped. Normally the trip is only five days out from Solaris, to the jump point but Jumpships run on their time, not yours.

Especially if you aren’t important.

So eight days of sitting around, and then another forty to reach Zaniah III. The jump though.

The jump though.

Well let’s just say I’m really glad I don’t have jump sickness. Sure it made me dizzy, and my sense of balance was 100% sure that the left was up for a good thirty minutes after, but I was fine otherwise.

Some of the kids though? TDS is not fun.

Ten of them had it. And it was only thanks to everyone pitching in to help take care of them that the barracks set up in the storage bay didn’t smell like puke for the rest of the trip.

The rest of the long boring trip. Over a month. Stuck in a small metal box with an army of teenagers.

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By the time the ship hit atmosphere. The situation in the ship had become a little tense. Tempers flared pretty consistently, and I had been forced to order a few punishment details for the soldiers that stole or broke something, or worse, got into a fight.

And for the young girl that had tried to sneak into the cockpit of Gauges Centurion. She got put on the shit list by everyone. That was a big no no.

In the end though thanks to the vid screens, and games, and the large amount of exercise I started mandating. The peace was mostly held inside a cargo bay full of teenagers.

The crew of the ship had sealed off the front of the ship on day fifteen and refused to deal with the nonsense again.

I didn’t blame them.

Once again landing in a Leopard wasn’t flying. It was smashing the planet's atmosphere, like the planet owed the Leopard money. Rough, would be a gentle term for it.

By the time the flight did slow down and even out, we were already on approach to the planet's starport. Landing was swift, and the message from the captain to hurry up and depart was the last I heard from her.

I couldn’t blame her. Day 20’s karaoke rock show, performed by a bunch of teenagers with the only musical accompaniment from some movie end credits was not easy on the ears.

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The unloading was interrupted by a very expensive limo pulling up to our hangar. The man in suit and sunglasses that stepped out couldn’t be more obviously a professional bodyguard if he tried. The woman that stepped out after was wearing a very expensive business suit with a pencil skirt. And as she looked over at the activity I could see her nose scrunch up as she started stalking, the click of her heels on the concrete audible even over the trucks beginning to move.

I waved Sergeant Kurtz, to continue unloading as I headed her off. Stopping infront of her I was annoyed to notice that she was a good head and a half taller than me with her stupid heels.

“Commander Victoria Eisen-Blume. Are you our contact Governess Alessa?” I asked as I stood in their path. The older woman’s Brunette hair tied back in a fierce knot behind her head didn’t shift as she nodded.

“Governess of Zaniah III Baroness, Maria Alessa a pleasure.” She offered her hand, although I could tell it was anything but a pleasure. I kissed the hand anyways.

“The Iron Blooded Company is here to assist Zaniah III, in the protection of the capital city Starboro.”

“Yes.” She offers in return looking over my troops in displeasure. “The Tenth Sky Rangers are housed near here. They will contact you soon I am sure. If they try to command you to focus your defense on Hartzborg Starport, refuse them.The tenth refuse to follow my requests to offer protection to more of Starboro’s factories. The city is large, and in the last three attacks, the League has damaged us almost irreparably. I won’t stand for it again. I need another unit closer to stop the next inevitable raid.” She looked me over.

“The Iron Blooded won’t let you down. Lady Alessa.”

She frowned even deeper when she noticed the lack of mechs moving out of the leopard. “I was told you had two battlemechs.”

“We do. My own mech will be last off the ship. And we have a walking wounded Centurion that they are testing the new fusion engine now. It should be back to fighting fit in a few days once we settle in.”

She nodded slowly once more looking over my infantry. “I suppose in the end I get what I pay for.” She tells me directly. “I don’t expect much from your company ‘Commander’ just enough to slow the League's assault on my factories. When the attack comes, I expect you to fight, mercenary. I expect you to fight and save what I am paying you to protect.”

I can’t help but feel a little heated at how low in esteem my company is being treated but really. She is sort of right. We aren’t just green.

We are super green. Completely unrated by the MRB. Even if we are at least listed. So I take a deep breath and decide to play nice. “We won’t run. Our company is new, but I promise you Lady Alessa, we are expanding quickly. If someone comes to make trouble we will fight. There is no other option for us.”

She huffs, as if she had heard the same before, which considering mercenaries and their reputation being their main currency she probably has.

“General Faulkner will be over soon to escort you to the base you will be using for the duration of your contract. Commander Eisen-Blume, I do hope you remember that promise when it comes time to actually perform.” With that stinging endorsement she turned and left.

“What a charming woman.” I couldn’t help but say softly at her back long after she got back in her limo.

----

General Faulkner was a paper general if I had ever seen one. The general was easily two hundred and fifty pounds if not more, and the heat of Zaniah meant that by the time he clambered out of his very expensive looking Limo to greet me he was sweating like a pig.

By this point everything was unloaded from the Leopard, even my Locust I had moved off to the side so the Leopard's Quartermaster could take on whatever goods they were planning on picking up before they left.

I approached quickly, before offering him a salute, which he lazily returned. “Ah. And you are the young Commander are you not? General Ernst Faulkner.”

“Commander of the Iron Blooded Company, Victoria Eisen-Blume. It is a pleasure to meet you, General. I was told you would be taking me to where we are bunking?”

“Oh yes, here here. It’s all on here. It’s a good trip from here, I do apologize, but I am sure your people will enjoy the chance to get some fresh air!” He chuckled to himself as I took the manilla folder from the aide that was at the generals side and opened it up.

It was a map. Showing where the base was. It wasn’t like I was familiar with the land after all, so it took a while before my smile hardened a little.

The capital was probably a hundred miles all around. Almost all of it butting up against a large river that was crossing the entire area. We were on the complete opposite side of the city from where our base was located.

“Yes, a bit of a trip. I am sure my men will be happy to take in the sights. It will be helpful to see what’s around after all.” I agree despite the one hundred and ten degree weather making me want to murder whoever thought to come to this planet.

Oh right.

“Very good! My aide here will escort you to the base. I am afraid I have a very important meeting to get to, so I won’t be able to join your escort, you understand!” He said with a jovial laugh, and I was actually happy the tub of lard wouldn’t be going with. He would probably need to stop every ten minutes to piss.

“Oh General. How will I get in contact with the guard unit, The 10th?”

“Oh yes yes. My aide will take care of that for you. They will handle any of the minutiae, Leutnant Conor here will be your liaison with my office. I must be off, Commander. I am pleased to see another mercenary company fighting to defend the Commonwealth!” He offered with barely a backwards glance, waddling back towards the limo.

Probably to get out of the heat.

I wait until he is back in the car and it’s moving before turning to the Lieutenant “So what did you do to get stuck with being the liaison to my company. Must have been pretty bad.” I joke causing a crack in his facade as he smiles lightly.

“I am sure I have no idea what youre talking about. Leutnant Fredrich Conor. I look forward to working with you.” I laughed as I shook his hand.

“Well Leutnant,” I purposefully enunciated the Lyran way of saying it, “In that case let’s get my boys moving so we can get settled in. I have a lot of work to do. Also, is it always this hot?”

“Oh no. This is pleasant weather. The breeze helps. Of course that means we will have a dust storm sometime this afternoon, which can be deadly.”

“Wonderful.”


----

I left Beny in charge, as I raced ahead with my Locust. For one I wanted to get used to moving long distances in the thing, and for two I wanted to get to the base before the rest of the troops to make some ‘modifications.’

Gauge was stuck traveling with the convoy in his Centurion that was walking wounded. Thankfully, that meant we could pack more men on the flatbed we brought with us, Although the heat was the problem.

Bennys problem for now.

Racing through first the outer streets of the Hartzborg spaceport, and then into the brown dirt of the desert around it I let my speed really go. Letting the Locust hit it’s top speed for the first time. It only took me a little over an hour racing through the desert to reach the base coordinates. While it would take the convoy much longer.

The base was a shit hole.

That was my official military description for it. When they said it was an unused base, I expected, one that was a little ill kept, but still a military base. Instead what I got was what could only be described as an ancient wreck. The only reason I even found it, is because the planet didn’t have any concept of plantlife.

An absolutely ruined ancient wall surrounded the base. Most of it had been destroyed, and just looking I could see the chain link fence that was supposed to denote the border had been knocked over, or destroyed in the who knows how many years it has been since anyone has been here.

With a grunt I did a full scan of the base to get an idea of what I was looking at.

The hangar that made up the only building still completely solid was coated in sand. Apparently the doors had been blown open, or been left open, and the inside of the mech bay now had a sand dune.

The scans showed that the water system was broken as well. The pipeline it had once drawn water from was broken and so we would be without water if I didn’t do something. Luckily. I was alone. I had already checked the sensors for anything that could spot me, camera’s, people, anything.

It was completely dead. So I went to work. I fixed the pipe, although I actually had to dig it up first, but that wasn’t too bad. Locust feet were pretty good for chicken scratch digging. Once I got the pipe fixed, and cleared to let the water come in I already noticed an issue with the water not being clean. The sensors were reading it as dangerous to drink. Lovely. They were shipping dirty water to the base.

But I had a fix for that.

Heading into the Hangar I used the nanoforge to collect the sand dunes into balls of solid compact sand that I kicked out of the building and then dispersed with another burst of nanites. Satisfied once the entrance was clean. I picked a spot and went to work on a ramp downwards. Just like back home. I excavated an underground mechbay instead of using the destroyed one on the surface. Having done it once before it was actually fairly easy. Although I tried to match the interior as being similar to the surface barracks.

I didn’t want anyone in my army wondering why everywhere they went there was an underground bunker that matched the one on Solaris. That would raise questions. Well, more questions than it will already raise.

The industrial water purifier was created in green light and billions of nanites, and I routed the water pipes through it, and then put the clean water into a tank that would be our source of drinking water for now. At least it would be safe for the kids to drink when they got here. Plus another fusion engine to power the purifier and the building. I was pretty sure they weren’t going to provide me normal power.

Then I once again covered the ramp down with blast doors. Before coating them so the door looked just like the rough concrete floors. Thankfully the neurohelmet Nanoforge gave me more control on how things looked as they came out than the noteputer did.

This mechbay was not nearly as large, or deep as the one I built on Solaris, so I had time to head back out, and look at the barracks buildings before the kids got back. My first impression was horrid. The old buildings had been half overrun with sand, and some had collapsed because of it. Knowing I couldn’t do much about the buildings, my initial thought was to build a new barracks, or transform the mechbay into a workable sleeping space.

That was when I noticed another problem. My metal intake had dropped to zero. It froze me for a moment before I remembered I was now 24 light years away. Of course the metal extractor stopped feeding whatever storage space I apparently had.

“Crap, shoot!” I grunted. I checked the scanner, and while there were metal nodes in the area I could use. It would take too much time to make one, and be back in time to fix this kerfuffle. I did a swift check and noticed that between constructing the hidden bay and the water purifier, I wouldn’t have enough to even build a metal extractor, if I did much else.

Furious at myself for not noticing sooner, and, and for the damn Governess for giving us a fucking ruined base. I started calculating what I could use at least to get my people some comfort from this heat until I could ‘find’ the hidden mechbay downstairs. Which I would now have to expand even further to have an interior barracks.

An air conditioning unit was what I decided on. If even for one night. I wanted my people to be as comfortable as I could make them. It was quickly built directly into the hangar, hiding its existence from casual notice. I immediately turned it on, to try and cool down the hangar bay before everyone arrives. It would be where everyone would stay at the start. It looks like our tents would get some early use.

With that done. I didn’t have much time left. About three and a half hours had passed, and the convoy finally arrived at the ‘base.’

I parked my Locust outside the mechbay, and climbed down the ladder as the convoy’s dust appeared over the horizon. I still had a lot of work to do but at least when the kids got here, they wouldn’t die of dehydration, or heatstroke. With a grimace I wondered what other surprises I would be having in the next few days.

With a shake of my head I started moving as the trucks arrived. Later tonight I would head out, because as they say. Somewhere in the galaxy a Commander builds a Metal Extractor.

{End of Chapter 1.}
 

gral

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Most of what I was going to say was already said at the SB thread, so I'll just say I'm following this with interest and hoping to see more on the limits of the fabricator.
 

Bear Ribs

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Wright is... a complete idiot. I mean, never mind he's picking a fight with literal children and losing, he just went and warned Vicky he's still manipulating things and hostile to her when she's about to leave the planet and get out of his reach, which means she has ample warning and an income stream to prepare for him. The gent's reaching Saturday Morning Cartoon villain levels.

Something for the soldiers to add to their BDU’s to mark their Company.
BDUs

The initial load went quickly, my Locust pulled into it’s gantry without a problem, when I realized I had another issue.
its

But nothing I have ever experienced matched the feel of a Leopard not so much flying out of the atmosphere, but more like punching through the air that dared try to impede it’s path.
its

He chuckled to himself as I took the manilla folder from the aide that was at the generals side and opened it up.
general's

“I am sure I have no idea what youre talking about. Leutnant Fredrich Conor. I look forward to working with you.” I laughed as I shook his hand.
You're

I left Beny in charge, as I raced ahead with my Locust.
Benny

Bennys problem for now.
Benny's

Letting the Locust hit it’s top speed for the first time.
its

Also, this is a sentence fragment.

I had already checked the sensors for anything that could spot me, camera’s, people, anything.
cameras

A few things vary by style sheets. Typical style sheets in BattleTech italicize the names of 'mechs so it would be Locust instead of Locust.
 

mrttao

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Well this is interesting.
It is a cool premise without being too curb stomp. You have a weak flesh and blood body to protect and this makes all the difference.
That and you need to acquire your own tech via scanning instead of just being given an entire supertech database.

one thing is that I see you are not using energy as a resource?
 

Seras

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Well this is interesting.
It is a cool premise without being too curb stomp. You have a weak flesh and blood body to protect and this makes all the difference.
That and you need to acquire your own tech via scanning instead of just being given an entire supertech database.

one thing is that I see you are not using energy as a resource?
I decided to do away with energy being a resource blob thing. Basically the big stuff is run off fusion engines, or in the case of the Metal Extractor, as I hadn't locked down everything yet. They have their own clarktech power source that keeps them running just fine.

When I eventually do create one of the 'factory' blueprints, I plan on having it require to be powered by Fusion engines, which isn't a huge deal. Fusion engines are already pretty crazy so there is no need to make energy factories.
 
Chapter 2.1

Seras

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Chapter 2.1 Raise your Flag
3020
Zaniah III
Starboro City
Dilapidated base.


“Okay make sure everyone is cooled off and has had enough water! Gauge, your Centurion is on forklift duty! You two! You're on tent duty inside, hop to it!” I yelled out orders as the field of kids around me jumped into action. The trucks had rolled up to the base and now it was time to get everything settled.

I was thankfully not as tired or hot as the rest, although now that I was outside my Locust, I was dealing with the heat just as badly. It wasn’t pleasant. 110+ degree temperatures during the day were brutal.

I noticed some of the kids started stacking a few boxes outside off the trucks, when I realized what was inside, “Hey hey! No! Get that food dropped off inside, we can’t leave it out here in this heat!” Their groan made me wince, as the trip over hadn’t been pleasant for my kids.

I promised them quietly that when they left this place, they would all be inside, and comfortable. Until then we still had work to do. I was on the ground doing my best to get everything stored away correctly, although my biggest concern was making sure my overheated kids weren’t going to get heat stroke and die.

“Hey! If she is overheated, get her inside! That can be finished later!” I called out to a group that had a teenage girl sitting with her head between her legs.

“These kids are going to be the death of me.” I grumble, as Benny comes jogging up to me.

His own hair was sweatstreaked, just as badly as the rest. “This place is a shithole Commander.” He points back towards the ruined barracks buildings I had given up on. “That building isn’t safe. When I walked in, the damn place almost collapsed on me.”

“I know tents inside the hangar for now. I turned the AC unit on, so it will cool down once we get the doors closed, when everything is inside.” I waited for a group carrying a metal crate to run past me before leaning in. “Don’t worry I already have a plan for housing, Just bear with it tonight. Tomorrow morning we will ‘find’ it.”

He blinked a few times in confusion before it hit him, and his smile lit up. “You got it Commander. I’ll keep morale up… And keep anyone from dying.” He ran off, to help another soldier that wasn’t looking great.

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It took most of the day to get everything settled inside the hangar, and what didn’t need to be stored in a cool place stored outside under some netting.

I unfortunately wouldn’t get a chance to cool off inside. I had to jump back in my Locust. “Okay Gauge, you read?” I ask flipping on the radio as I powered up my ride. I was thankful for the kinda mediocre cooling vest that I slipped over my head.

The radio connection from the Centurion pinged back. “Coming in loud and clear I was about to shut down, what’s going on Vicky?”

“Problem with that thing we made out in the forest, we are too far to connect, I need to go make another one. Once I get back I’ll be working down. So set up some noise inside, okay, try to keep it loud enough that some idle shakes aren’t noticed by anyone.”

“It’s late Vicky, are you sure you need to do this tonight? You’ve been up all day.”

“I’ll live, but if we don’t get this place fixed up, maybe everyone else won’t. Don’t worry about me. I’m sleepy. But I'm not tired yet. I’ll be good for a few hours to get everything sorted. Out.” I flipped the switch as I checked the sensor map. A metal node was only about twenty miles out from the base in the desert. Time to get to work.

Racing out in darkness took some getting used to. The desert was strange at night. The limited vegetation meant that most of what I had to worry about were strange boulders that blended into the ground. Night vision was thankfully something the Locust NFX came equipped with.

The run out had been quiet, although unfortunately not relaxing. I had to focus too much on making sure my legs didn’t hit a ditch, or worse. But I found the position for the metal node, I quickly had it built, it only took about an hour, and I even went ahead and created a pseudo rock face around it. Protecting it as there frankly wasn’t anything but flat dirt and rock for miles.

It was on my way back that I had some trouble.

I came too with a gasp as I groaned in pain. I stumbled around in the dark cockpit for a moment before I flicked the interior lights on and managed to get an idea of what happened. I hit a rock. The Locust went ass over teakettle, and I suffered the effects of a twenty ton vehicle going 129 KPH suddenly not going that fast.

Thankfully, as I slowly checked myself over, other than some muscle pain, I was alright. The next problem of course was the Locust was on the floor.

I hadn’t ever ‘stood’ up in a mech before. It took a while, as I ran a system check, made sure the neurohelmet was connected and started trying to work myself onto my feet. If I was in a fight, I would be dead. It took nearly five minutes of fiddling before I managed to get the legs of my mech under her, and slowly rose up back to my feet. The gyro whined as it handled the unbalanced mech back onto its feet.

With my own whine of pain I started heading back again. This time, with a lot more care put into where I was stepping.

I stopped about half a mile outside our base. This was where the annoying part came in. I angled my Locust down, and began digging out a ramp downwards into the dirt and stone. Hopefully the green light wouldn’t be noticed for the few minutes it would take to disappear into the ground. Using the sensors I went down until it was on the same level as the addition I already added into the Hangar before I began tunneling towards it.

When I finally broke through I was ready to stop. Exhausted and in pain, my neck was killing me, but instead I took a long exhale and got back to it. The tunnel I just excavated was sealed off back at the entrance, the blast door was covered in a coating of faux-rock and stone to mix it into the terrain before I went back and this time created a new extension. The feeling of playing a dungeon builder game surged through me, as I started slowly making rooms. Each one was the same length, had a bathroom attached, and on and on I went. Until I had more rooms than I had people sleeping above me.

Honestly that was the easy part, but connecting every room to fresh water for the bathrooms, and connected an AC unit so they could be climate controlled took far longer. I was really glad all of this was connected to both a large water reservoir that my Water purifier was pumping out, and a Fusion engine. Power and water was not going to be an issue.

Once I was done. With the rooms I spent some extra time making everything was working before heading out of the long and unfortunately tall corridor I had been forced to make to fit my Locust, back into the main room.

With that I created a few more ‘fake’ doors. I could open them later when I needed to expand, but I ‘locked’ them for now.

I did a big circle running back out and around back to the Hangar shutting down the Locust outside. It was so late, everyone was asleep as I stumbled into the hangar. Groaning quietly in pain I found the cot that was put up for me and fell into it exhausted.

-----

I didn’t get to sleep much before I was awoken early in the morning by the hangar coming alive. I moaned in pain as I rose up. The flurry of movement was mostly caused by hunger. The soldiers were quickly making breakfast using the ration packs we had brought with us. I was glad, even if we ran out of food, despite how nonsensical it may seem, I was able to produce food with the nanoforge. How does metal become food?

Space magic. Obviously.

So I wasn’t worried about the hungry mouths devouring their breakfast. I would make sure there was always more. Standing out of my cot, I groaned as my entire body ached, although a gasp got my attention as I looked around.

“Shit, Vicky, what happened to you!?” Gauge asked as he set down a MRE that was obviously my breakfast and started poking and prodding at my face.

“OW! That hurts!” I hissed at him as he poked a sort spot, and I noticed he was trying to wipe my face clean of dried blood. “Oh. I was bleeding?”

“Yeah Vicky, your nose is purple. What happened to you?”

“Crashed my Locust. I’m okay, it's more sore pain than anything. Didn’t notice my nose was bleeding though.” I mutter looking down at my formly white tank top that was now stained very obviously red with blood.

“Yeah well you look like shit. C’mon let’s get you cleaned up before you head out, I really don’t want everyone freaking out about you dying when we are still settling in.” Gauge huffed, turning full big brother on me as he left to go get some water and rags, and a few pain killers.

He was nice.

----
We were doing quite well settling in, of course that didn’t mean there weren’t problems.

About an hour after getting up and finishing my morning meal Benny jogged up. “New problem for you Commander.”

“Lovely. Hit me, lieutenant.” I grumble, hiding a wince as I felt a muscle pull.

“Well the supplies we are supposed to be given by the Governess arrived. You need to see this.” He huffed in frustration as I stood, slipped on my boots and headed outside.

A single pickup was there dropping off a few cardboard boxes, and what looks like a tank of water. Even an idiot would immediately notice the problem.

“Hey, where are the rest of our supplies?” I called out to the driver who was unloading the boxes out of the back of his beat up old pickup.

“This is it. Bought and paid for. Here is the delivery notice.” He offered as he sat the box down, and pulled out a piece of paper which I quickly looked through. I noticed the problem right away. The amount of supplies we were set to receive in contract was based on a certain amount of money. Basically we receive a stipend and from that a month food and water are delivered to the base.

The apparent problem?

Water is expensive on Zaniah III. Which wouldn’t normally be an issue. Despite the fact the planet sometimes ships water from offworld due to shortages, the price of water wasn’t excessive in the capital, but unfortunately despite being here to protect the capital we were just outside the limits. Which means we bought our supplies from the local market, The market of thirsty thirsty farms, factories, and civilian housing.

In other words, we were purchasing our supplies at the highest price on the planet, as we were buying it from the most drained sector. Just the water that he brought along was worth 90% of the monthly supply value.

I exhaled in irritation. This guy had nothing to do with this, he was just a delivery driver. “Thanks.” I grunted as I turned back towards the base. I had a call to make.

----

“Leutnant, please, while this does follow the letter of the contract, we both know that this goes against the spirit. How am I supposed to provide for my forces when nearly all of the stipend is spent on water at a price that is nothing short of exorbitant!”

I apologize, Commander, but it is according to the contract. Pure water prices have risen exponentially, we lost a water purifying plant last year from a League raid. Due to this, and your distance from the remaining plants, the price is steep.”

“How am I supposed to defend anything if all of my men are dying of dehydration!”

“Commander... I am sorry, there is nothing I can do about the supplies. All I can say, as a reminder for you. If you fail to keep combat effective, based on the contract your equipment may be impounded for failure to meet the contract requirements.” He offered calmly, “I understand this situation isn’t one you expected Commander, but my hands are tied, these orders come straight from the governess’s office, and the planetary guard are unfortunately following her lead on this. General Faulkner is unfortunately unable to do anything to assist. That is a direct message from him.”

I realized the Leutnant Conor was actually trying to help even if the whole situation was trying to screw me over. “I see. So I should expect the same level of supplies in the month ahead. And I assume a surprise readiness evaluation, in the coming months?”

“I can’t confirm any future surprise inspections that the Governess’s office is planning.” He informed me, basically confirming that fact.

“I see. Leutnant. I have work to do.”

“Commander.”

I pushed the receiver back onto the hook with a grunt. Then I laughed. There had been a stipulation in the contract that if I couldn’t keep my company combat effective, the contract would activate a failure clause, and I would have to pay a huge chunk of C-bills. Or equal cost in equipment.

They thought limiting the supplies they gave me, or hiking prices for food and water would break my company, leading to them getting my mechs for cheap.

If this was a normal company, it likely would. Spending a huge amount of C-bills on just water, since the water coming through the pipes was deadly, and the purified water was both expensive and needed transport by truck out to our distant base. Add in the lack of shelter we were issued.

Yeah we likely would have had to break the contract within the first couple of months, after which they would stop us from leaving until we handed over our mechs. I wondered if the 10th was in on it, but I could only hope they weren’t. But I realized I doubt it would matter. Even if they weren’t in on this scam, they would still likely be forced to act, or ComStar would.

I shuddered. That would be the worst possible outcome.

But you might be asking. Vicky, you moron, if they had clauses like that in the contract why did you take this job?

Well it was pretty much the only job that would accept a long term defense contract from a Demi-Lance company. And, honestly? It’s sort of hard to force a company with infinite production to drop below combat effectiveness.

“That didn’t go well.” Benny said, he had been beside me listening in. “What’s got you so amused?”

“Benny. Benny. Benny. Are you not a Lyran? I smell commerce in the air, don’t you?” I smirk, my fingers itched to get into my mech and produce a few water hauling trucks. Thanks to our water purifier I could turn the garbage water they were sending down the pipes into clean drinking water, and whether the water shortage was real or not, I was betting there would still be a lot of thirsty people all around us in the towns neighboring my base.

“Put together a squad of those who can drive, we are going to have some water trucks selling water to the locals soon, should cover our food bills quite nicely.”

It seemed to take him a moment to understand but then his smile took on a nasty edge. “Understood Commander!” He offered running off into the dust to track down our new money makers. Unfortunately, there was never a break.

“Vicky!” Gauge ran up to me looking shocked as he nearly manhandled me to look up towards my Locust. The paint was stripped off the nose of the mech, and it looked like it had taken a tumble.

Because it had.

“Vicky, What happened to your Locust!”

“I crashed last night in the desert. It sucked.”

“Wha- Buh. Look at how much damage it took! I’m gonna be spending… Oh Mein Gott. No, I still haven’t finished my Centurion. You can’t just create more damage for me to fix!” He nearly shrieked.

“Relax Gauge, relax. It’s just cosmetic, and I don’t mind it.” I shrugged. It hadn’t really damaged the armor plates, too much, just… Scraped the paint off.

“You are the Commander! You can’t go around in a busted up mech! You already are in a light, instead of taking the Centurion!”

I snorted at him. “What are you saying I should claim the Centurion now?”

The glare he gave me had me laugh, that was a no. “Leave it for now Gauge. We are going to be doing a lot of training in our mechs once everything gets settled, it won’t be the only paint that gets scraped off. Believe me.”

With that cleared up I headed inside. There were enough kids around that it was time for my ‘Surprise.’

I wandered around, acting as if I was inspecting the building before I ‘found’ a hidden switch that had been pretending to be an electric outlet. When I started messing with it. Suddenly the Hangar jerked, as the secret doors began shifting open. Thankfully I had purposefully ordered nothing to be placed in that area of the hangar, so when the concrete shifted and slowly opened red lights popping up and flashing alerting everyone that heavy machinery was in use, I put a confused look on my face and began giving orders.

----

That night instead of sitting around crappy fold out tables to eat our evening meal we were in the new cafeteria. It was large, had seats enough for everyone, and the tables were less likely to fall over and spill food everywhere.

Once my kids finished eating I stood up and stood at the head of my table, Benny calling for attention as he rose as well.

“I am sure all of you are surprised at what we have discovered here today.” I began, waiting for the cheers of happiness to calm before I continued. “But I am going to remind you all of a very simple fact. No one, not us, and not the governess office that sent us here knew this bunker existed. That means our stay here was meant to be like it was yesterday. Uncomfortable, with crappy food, and little to no water.”

I waited for that to process through until the whispers quieted again. “I came prepared for some issues that I expected to have. Water was something I figured might be a problem. That’s why I brought along our water purifier. Heat was an issue I expected, so I brought some extra AC units. What I didn’t expect is for our contractor to try and screw us over.”

That brought a lot of furious whispers through the room as I raised a hand to quiet them. “The contractor Lady Alessa has a failure clause in the contract. I knew it was there, and I didn’t expect it to matter. I didn’t have any idea that we would be set up to fail.” I exhaled loudly a sound of frustration that echoed around the room.

“But we won’t fail. Not today, and not a month from now. The Governess thought she could put us in a trashed facility, restrict our water, and food, and eventually come in to claim our equipment, our mechs. When we failed to muster out.” I Gave it a beat. “Look around you.”

I watched as they did so, not sure what they were looking at exactly, but they did as I asked. “Does it look like in a month we are going to be starving, dehydrated, spending every c-bill we have on food and water to keep our bellies full?” I laughed then, long and loud.

“No! They expected a bunch of orphans. Who couldn't put a company together, couldn’t keep everything running and working. Look around! They expected us to be living upstairs in ruined buildings barely getting by!”

“Which is why I am issuing a strict order right here, and right now. This bunker is absolutely not to be spoken of, with anyone not in our company. If we have someone dropping off supplies, we are all upstairs, making it look like we live up there. If the Governess comes by for an inspection. No one speaks about this facility. They can learn about it when we leave. I’ll be nice enough to inform them of its existence. Until then, it’s existence is classified within our company.”

Everyone nodded seriously. A few had smirks on their face as they liked the idea of tricking the adults that were trying to mess with us, but mostly everyone understood how serious I was being. I let it settle for a while before I once more raised my hand.

“I said before that they tried to set us up to fail, but they didn’t expect me to actually make some plans. Right now we are eating our rations. I know they aren’t great.” I waved to the table I was sitting at and my own opened ration pack. “This won’t last long. The morons thought they could cost us thousands of C-bills a day just for water, without realizing that we can make our own drinking water. More than we could ever drink ourselves. So we won’t. Tomorrow I’m going to go buy some water trucks. We are going to fill up, and a unit of you will go out into town. The new Supply Corps will be in charge of selling or bartering the water for food supplies. Lieutenant Benny will inform those of you who have been chosen.”

There were quite a few happy cries at that. The Lyran rations I bought were edible. That was about it. “It might still be a few rough days. We have growing pains to go through! But it won’t break us! We are doing well. Better than even I expected. Take heart Iron Blooded! We don’t bleed, when they strike us they only find iron!” I ended my little speech and the cheers that went around had me smiling.

We might be able to do this.

----

“We can’t do this.” I groaned as I waved a paper in front of my face trying to cool off. I had to run out in the Locust to ‘get’ some water trucks, which meant Gauge and Benny had to come drive them out, but today was even hotter than the day before. The damn thermometer in my Locust registered the heat at 47 degrees Celsius.

There was no wind today. Just a miserable everpresent heat, and a really really hot sun. “The kids can’t go out and do any work because they burn up. How is Seymour?”

“He is doing better. They got him downstairs where it’s cool. Alfred took a look at him, said he would be okay with lots of water and rest.”

“Fuck. I forgot sunscreen. Benny, I forgot sunscreen while going to a desert planet!”

He listened to my whining for a moment before shrugging, “Growing pains Commander. Just growing pains. The supply corps have orders to pick a ton of it up.” And then he leaned in to where I was sitting to whisper. “Once you get a little you can just make a lot more. Don’t stress.”

“I know… I know. It’s just aggravating. I want to be better than this.” I grumble looking out. The supply trucks had barreled off with two kids to a truck. The water tanks on the back were huge and completely full of pure water. Enough to make us some pretty serious cash if the price of clean water was anything like what it cost us, but I was being nice. Supplies first, even if it meant far less cash coming in. I don’t want to rip off the locals. Especially since if water was that expensive to get out here, they were already being screwed.

“It’s fine. PT was moved inside. The long halls of the Bunker are actually pretty good for PT runs. Our little boot camp is going just fine. Once we get the sun screen we will start doing more outside.” Benny as always was confident that it would work out. “The Iron Blooded won’t give up at such a minor setback Commander.”

“That’s heartening.” I grumble. Although I nod as I get up. “Well Lieutenant, go get ready, since everything outside is on hold, we have work to do as well.”

Benny blinked at me, his confusion obvious.

“Oh Benny. Did you forget? Just because we are the commanding officers, doesn’t excuse us from boot. Get dressed in PT gear. Let’s go.”

His sudden look of horrified exhaustion got me going through the afternoon.

----

After that things slowly settled in. I created a sunscreen dispenser that was situated in front of every exit outside, so that anyone leaving could sunblock themselves up without issue.

The fact it led to an underground reservoir that I made sure had enough sunscreen for a month meant my own feelings of failure were assuaged. Then things started happening. The supply unit came back with an empty water tank and enough real food to feed a small army.

You know like the one I have.

“Any issues?” I couldn’t help but ask as I helped unload the boxes of food. Fredrich Klein, who had actually worked as a chef at a restaurant on Solaris after aging out of the orphanage, had been put in charge of the supplies groups. Mostly to make sure we got supplies that we could actually use. No point if all the teens came back with nothing but junk food. I was glad he had come along, at eighteen he was one of the older orphans, and he had a maturity to him that most of the younger teens didn’t.

“No Commander! They were pretty shocked at first, but after they tested the water to make sure it wasn’t a scam, they were more than interested. You were right though. They don’t have much cash, the water supply in the area really is horrible. There has also been a drought, so they can’t even rely on the rare rain clouds to fill up their tanks. They were more than willing to give us some food, which hasn’t really increased in price, in exchange for water. Although the mayor of the town did want to discuss a more permanent water transfer.”

I nodded. “Tell him I will consider it next time you see him, but for now, I want a reliable way to get supplies that the governess won’t be able to interfere with. Tell him that if nothing else I will consider offering our water purifier to him cheap once we leave.”

“You got it Commander!”

With the food that night cooked up, although not all of it came out well even with Fredrich supervising. Some of the teens are better cooks than others.

-----

“Wait, what is that?” I asked, as I popped into the Centurions Cockpit where Gauge had been finishing the tests on the now ‘fixed’ arm. My eyes locked onto something that filled me with fury.

“What? My Neurohelm?”

“Your very comfortable looking normal Neurohelm!” I yelled back at him. Slowly I realized the truth. I had been a moron. Complaining about my massive oversized uncomfortable Neurohelm all the while Gauges Centurion had a better quality one. “Fuck!” I growled as I turned and ran. I needed my noteputer. No way was I going to put that massive stupid Neurohelm on ever again! I idly chucked the old Neurohelm into a forgotten corner of the hangar.

Wouldn’t ever need that piece of crap again!

----

“Eeeeee!” The scream that came over the radio had me flip a switch to mute my mic so he couldn’t hear my cackles of laughter. Gauge was discovering what I meant when I said that we would be scraping off a lot of paint on our mechs.

The desert turned out to be pretty treacherous for mech feet. At least it was for kids with no experience. I had taken another tumble during our training already, but thankfully not carrying ten pounds of Neurohelm on my neck meant the whiplash wasn’t nearly as bad. Gauge on the other hand, kept falling.

This was his third fall so far. All while just doing basic control training.

“Oow. I know your laughing. It’s not funny.” He grumbled over the radio as I reactivated my own.

“Yes it is. Well, you hurt too bad?”

“Only my ego this time.” He grumbled as he started the slow process of getting back up. In my eyes it was a good thing that he kept falling. Better to fall and learn to stand back up when no one is shooting at you.

“Good, once you get back up, let’s get back to our laps. I want to be familiar with our entire area so we know where the rough spots are.”

“Yes Commander.” He grumbled back as he rose back to his feet. And we set off again. Our circuit took us around the fence that was slowly being repaired. I had a unit doing a bit of it each day, both to get it fixed, and to help everyone get acclimated to the heat. I had been in the first unit so none could argue about being forced to do it.

As we circled we ran around the entrance checkpoint, a few guards were settling into the guard house that I had done some secretive repair work on to make sure it was livable. The new AC unit helped a lot in making it a position no one dreaded anymore.

While I was there, I went ahead and set up a sign with the new name of our base. ‘Red Base’ wasn’t the most powerful of names but it worked for me, and whatever this base had once been called was long lost even to the planetary defense force. So I unanimously decided to rename the place. It was ours now after all.

Gauge and I continued our course, running and slowing, and struggling where the ground turned from packed dirt into sandy dunes, then into jagged and brittle rocks. The jogging pace we kept was as fast as we could move without falling.

Or I noted with a chuckle, as fast as we could move with only sometimes falling. “You alright Gauge? Good! Now stand up, you are under fire, move move move!” I yelled into the mic. As I watched him clamber back to his feet. I took the time to consider what else I could do to push forward our training.

“Oh targets!” I muttered to myself as I considered how easy it would be to set up some targets at night with my Locust. “Alright. Keep moving!” I called out as I set myself back into my jog struggling through the sand that felt like it wanted to eat my Locusts ankles.
 

mrttao

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The run out had been quiet, although unfortunately not relaxing. I had to focus too much on making sure my legs didn’t hit a ditch, or worse. But I found the position for the metal node, I quickly had it built, it only took about an hour, and I even went ahead and created a pseudo rock face around it. Protecting it as there frankly wasn’t anything but flat dirt and rock for miles.
wan't the MC stuck without enough metal to build the extractor?
 

Seras

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wan't the MC stuck without enough metal to build the extractor?
My read is that she built an extractor offscreen right at the tail end of 1.5. Presumably, the water trucks were built with whatever she extracted overnight.
She realized that if she built much else at the end of 1.5 she wouldn't have enough. She builds it at the start of 2.1. On the first night.

I ended up saying "The Metal intake dropped to zero." I meant that her income was zero not that her storage was zero. It's probably something I need to adjust if I ever do any re-writing.
 

Bear Ribs

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The sneaky trap to steal the kid's 'mechs is quite well done and very believable. Very subtle and the kind of thing anybody but a veteran Merc wouldn't see coming. I imagine the government is justifying it to themselves and making sure those poor kids don't get themselves killed and patting themselves on the back about how righteous and kind they're being too.

“Crashed my Locust. I’m okay, it's more sore pain than anything. Didn’t notice my nose was bleeding though.” I mutter looking down at my formly white tank top that was now stained very obviously red with blood.
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They can learn about it when we leave. I’ll be nice enough to inform them of its existence. Until then, it’s existence is classified within our company.”
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I exhaled in irritation. This guy had nothing to do with this, he was just a delivery driver. “Thanks.” I grunted as I turned back towards the base. I had a call to make.

...

“I know… I know. It’s just aggravating. I want to be better than this.” I grumble looking out.

...

“That’s heartening.” I grumble. Although I nod as I get up. “Well Lieutenant, go get ready, since everything outside is on hold, we have work to do as well.”
Very technical one here, a quote needs to end in a comma, not a period if there's any further structure to the sentence it's in, such as "I grunted." Additionally, the story is written past tense so it would make more sense for it to be "grumbled" instead of "grumble" as that's present tense.


“Oow. I know your laughing. It’s not funny.” He grumbled over the radio as I reactivated my own.
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Let me know if you'd prefer me not to proof the grammar and I'll stop.
 

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