Blood on the Horizon (Battletech SI)

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Nice!

Robinson, Draconis March, Federated Suns, September 13th, 3015

“What do you think David?” I asked my son as I got dressed in a simplified Marksman/Kentares Guard uniform, properly tailored to suit the environment I was about to find myself in. “Do I look good?” I gave my Son a thumbs up and got one in return, along with a fist bump. “See, I don’t need to look too good, gotta keep the women away after all.”

Mathis was chuckling in the background.

“Hey!” I said pointing at my bodyguard and friend. “No comments from the peanut gallery.”

“But, it’s funny.” Mathis said, still laughing. “It’s not the clothes that keep women away from you.” He was doubled over at this point. “It’s that you wouldn’t notice unless they dragged you to a bedroom and tied you up.”


“I’m better about it now.” I said while crossing my arms. “I am married after all.”

“Yeah, no.” He said as he finally contained his laughter. “You’re just not on the market anymore and so don’t have to notice anything.”

“Just shut up and help me wrangle a two year old.” I told him, grabbing David who was in a miniature version of my uniform. “We need to get going.”




Later that day…

“Mathis,” I told my bodyguard through the small mic attached to my collar. “I need an exfil plan, if another woman comes and tries to pick up my son I will shoot somebody.”

“Sorry sir, but you haven’t been able to meet the Sandoval’s yet.” Mathis told me. “If you manage to get in and have a small discussion with him and some other important nobles, we will be able to exfil.”

Grabbing David and slinging him onto my hip, I politely slipped through the crowd. After gently making my way through, I managed to find the area I needed to be in.

“Duke Sandoval.” I shook his hand. “A pleasure to meet you again.”

“Duke Hull.” He responded. “A pleasure to finally have your presence grace the court here on Robinson. Have you met my children?”

“I am afraid I have not had the chance to meet any of them as of yet.” I responded. “I’m pleased to meet you.” His four children all introduced themselves to me going from oldest to youngest.

“Colonel Hull.” James Sandoval got my attention after being introduced to me. “Would you care to have a discussion on combined arms tactics? I have just graduated from the Academy and while my father has had very good advice, there is always something new to be learned.”

“Of course.” I responded. “What area of combined arms tactics do you want to discuss? I personally favor asymmetrical warfare and overwhelming firepower whenever possible.” I said. “The new Sting class makes for an incredible CAP gunship and is able to support infantry and Vehicles in a way that current Aerospace does not.”

“I saw the Sting” Duke Sandoval weighed in. “We are currently on the purchase list from the Layover facility.”

“There are a lot of people on the purchase list.” I replied. “We are rolling them out and getting more lines set up as fast as we can vet and hire people. I think the overall goal was to have a minimum of three per world, with as many as six or more for critical infrastructure worlds.”

“Yes,” James agreed. “I think that stopping an invasion force before it arrives is something that could become critical, but why would you waste something so valuable as a close support craft?”

“Because a dropship can be replaced.” I told the two of them. “There is no Lostech involved in their construction, and the licenses that we sold to the Taurian Concordat and the Lyran Commonwealth will help curb and/or end piracy as we know it.”

“Is that your overall goal?” Duke Sandoval asked. “To end piracy?”

“No, my goal is to have secured a permanent place for my family, and to make the Inner Sphere a better place.” I said, shifting the now sleeping David to my other arm. “And I would like peace, but I know that peace is something that is hard to come by.”




September 15th, 3015

“We are finally leaving.” I said with no small amount of cheer. “Done with the politics, and back to the things I actually understand.”

“And where there is less of a security risk to yourself and David.” Mathis weighed in. “The armored car is here.”
We had purchased a small convoy that we used, with an armored hover-limo as a decoy and the armored sedan as the actual vehicle that we used to get to our destination. We were on our way to the spaceport, where the Messenger and some of the Sting gunships we had brought as escorts waited for us when the hover limo exploded in inferno gel and explosions.

“Stay down.” Mathis told the two of us as he moved the sedan out of the way and accelerated towards the spaceport. “I’m pretty sure we just got hit by some sort of cell trying to kill the both of you.”

I just drew my sidearm, and put David down on the floorboard. “Anything bigger than my pistol?” I asked Mathis who simply pushed a button on the front dash of the car. “Thanks.” I said as I grabbed the rifle that was stored behind the rear seat. “Let me know if I need to provide supporting fire.”

“We’re two mikes out from the Spaceport, and the Messenger and her escorts are prepped to lift off as soon as we are aboard.” Mathis reported to me. “It seems that whoever it was took the bait for now.”

“Stay cautious though.” I told him. “We’ve pissed off enough people that it could be ROM, ISF, or MASK trying to kill us.”

“Or it could be all three.” Mathis shrugged. “At this point it doesn’t matter who is trying to kill you, only that they don’t succeed.”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Jaime and Natasha’s Adventures in Clan Space! (With guest appearances from…)
February 15th, 3015

“Why did I agree to this again?” Natasha Kerensky asked herself as she got out of the hard mattress bunk that she had been assigned. “I was enjoying my personal body pillow(Read Husband) just fine before.” She got into a clean set of underwear and a set of workout gear. Just because she was on a Dropships with the Wolf’s Dragoons, didn’t mean that she could slack off. In fact, it meant that she should push herself even harder.

“You.” She grabbed Joshua Wolf from what he was doing and physically dragged him out to the gym. “You are my punching bag and training dummy for the day.”

“Why is that?” Joshua asked as he ducked away from a fist. “I have not done anything worth your wrath in the recent past have I?” He started questioning himself.

“No, I just miss my bed.” Natasha threw a kick that connected with Joshua’s shoulder. “I miss my body pillow,” she used him grabbing her leg connected with his shoulder to spin around him and throw him over her. “And I miss my son.” She wrapped Joshua in a choke hold until he tapped out. “And you are the one that will suffer my wrath until you find a replacement for it.”




March 30th, 3015

“Next.” Natasha said as she worked her way through the able bodied men and women of the Wolf’s Dragoons. “You need to learn how to do this better.” She started instructing one of the infantrymen that the Dragoons had. “It is almost like you have never done this before.” She said as she worked him through some of the things she was teaching.

“Kerensky!” Jaime Wolf called out. “Why are you sending my men to the medbay?”

“Because I am bored, and none of you are capable of keeping me entertained?” Kerensky asked with a smirk on her face. “Unless you have something to distract me?




November 12th, 3015

“Finally.” Natasha said to herself as they completed their final jump to the system that the Dragoons had been using for resupply. “I do not remember it taking this long originally to get to the Inner Sphere from here.”

“Well, it did.” Joshua said in response. “And you left most of us with more pride and less injuries the first time around.”

“Eh, Pride is overrated.” Natasha said. “Unless you are as good as me of course.”

“I am sincerely glad that it is not my job to reign you in anymore.” Joshua said. “I have now passed that torch on to Hull.”

“Yes, at least he can keep up.” Natasha gave Joshua a side glance. “In multiple ways, unlike someone else I know.”




November 15th, 3015

“Colonel Wolf, Star Colonel Kerensky.” Khan Kerlin Ward greeted the two of them. “ I take it you need resupply and to give us your current reports.” He paused. “Kerensky, you missed the last report, I am looking forward to what you have for me considering that you have spent time with other groups in the Inner Sphere.”




Later that day…

“Hmm.” Ward stroked his chin in thought. “I will need some time to consider this.” He glanced up. “Kerensky, walk with me. Wolf, go take a break.”

“I am surprised by you Kerensky.” Ward said as she walked with him. “When you left us to join the Dragoon Compromise you were akin to a wildfire out of control, and here I find you instead a controlled flame that seems to consider its actions before moving to engulf an area in fire. What has changed?”

“I have learned some things that I think can not be learned in the Clans.” She said after a couple of moments in thought. “I do not believe that The Clans will be able to succeed in the end against the Inner Sphere.”

“Why is that Star Colonel?” the Khan asked. “Based on the reports that Wolf has provided, I would say that we have a much better ability to conquer them militarily.”

“Khan,” Natasha said as she stopped walking and met his eyes. “Even if The Clans won a war of conquest they would end up losing the war of culture.”

“Explain.” Khan Ward said. “I am curious to see your take on this.”

“There is such a diverse mix of cultures in the Inner Sphere that even if we won a war of conquest, we would then have to sustain the Clans culture over their own. Suppressing generations of their family oriented culture with our own will simply not work. And in the end, The Clans will simply be absorbed by whatever nation they join unless we manage to remain as a completely separate entity.” She inhaled. “Even if we manage to stay separate, we will no longer be the Clans that we once were.”

“So you believe that we shall fail in the end?” Ward asked. “What would you have us do in order to avoid this?”

“Either move to join one of the current Inner Sphere nations as a protectorate, or remain as the Clans are.” She said, “That would be the only solution I can think of at this point in time, and with Comstar having the capability to destroy the communications of any singular nation and lead to their destruction. Not to mention the fact that they have been building up forces in order to subjugate the Inner Sphere.”

“Interesting.” The Khan responded. “What is it that you think is the biggest threat to the Inner Sphere right now?”

“Comstar.” She replied. “They are currently planning several things that would bring the Inner Sphere to its knees.

“Allow me some time to think on this.” Khan Ward said. “I would like to meet with you again tomorrow in order to discern some things that I have further questions about.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Natasha’s Adventures in Clan space! (With guest appearances from…)

December 1st, 3015

“Kerensky.” Khan Ward greeted the woman. “ I have had some amount of time to consider all that we have discussed over the last few weeks.” He paused and sighed. “I am… Aware of the problems with our society, as is my hopeful successor, Ulric.” He said. “Clan Goliath Scorpion has helped us to understand the way that the Clans have adapted, and we find that we are not superior in any way to the Inner Sphere aside from our individual warriors. We are weak in long term strategy, and do not understand how to wage a war of hearts and minds that would eventually turn people to our way of life.”

“Why are you informing me of this? Natasha asked. “What is your intention?”

“I think your analysis of how a war would go is correct.” He said after a moment. “Our people do not understand war as it is waged in the Inner Sphere.” He paused. “I am trying to remember the phrase that you said a couple of weeks ago, I believe it went something like. “There is no such thing as a fair fight. All vulnerabilities must be exploited.” If that is true and that is the way that war is truly waged then we will lose.” The Khan gave a sad smile. “So I am going to send the Dragoons back with their reinforcements, and I am going to ask you to accompany me to the rest of the Clans. I have need of your talents.”

“What are you planning?” Natasha asked, her curiosity taking over.

“You shall have to wait and see.” Khan Ward said. “For now, I must meet with the Wolf brothers, and give them the new orders I have for them.”




Hours later…

“Khan Ward.” The two Wolf brothers stood up when he entered the room they were using as an office.

“Sit.” Ward said. “I have orders to give, and things to see being done.”

“We await your command sir.” Joshua replied.

“I am sending everyone here at this location with you back to the Inner Sphere.” He said. “You are to prepare the Inner Sphere for an invasion of the Crusader Clans. I am going to give you the means to transport the civilians here, and to ensure the survival of the Dragoons.” He sighed. “I am taking Star Colonel Kerensky with me to the main worlds, where we are going to be doing what we can to delay any invasion attempt. I need you to find someone who can use what I am about to give you to take with you.”

“What are you talking about sir?” Jaime asked. “What are you about to give us?”

“I have two data cores with me containing all of the research and development that Clan Wolf has at its disposal. I am hoping that you will either make use of these yourselves, or entrust them to someone who can make use of them.” He said with finality in his voice. “I will be purging your databanks of the actual way to Clan Space.” He told them, “I do not recommend many of you return. For I fear that you and your people would be killed, or reduced back to the labor castes or Solahma.”

“We will carry these orders out to the best of our ability.” Jaime Wolf replied. “And we will hope that you are successful in your mission to stall the Crusader Clans.”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Natasha’s Adventures in Clan space! (The Side quest begins)

November 13th, 3016

“If I have to spend another year in space I will kill someone.” Natasha said. “I am… disappointed in the status of the Warriors that you have Khan.” She scoffed. “They are younglings scratching at the feet of their betters, believing that they are superior just because they are younger.”

“It is a failing of our system.” Khan Ward agreed. “I have tried to curtail it in Clan Wolf, but Clans Goliath Scorpion and Nova Cat seem to be the only ones who treasure old age over youth.”

“It is a failure.” Natasha said bluntly. “Age brings about experience and the ability to read an enemy's possible movements and to predict where they will be.”


“We will arrive on Strana Mechty within the week.” Kerlin Ward said. “Where we will have to give an account of the intelligence that the Dragoons have brought.” He sighed. “I am going to give them the entire truth of the matter, and we will stand in refusal when they call for an invasion.”

“I expect that after we have won our Trial of Refusal, that the rest of the Clans will attempt to war against both us and Clan Coyote, who have been standing with us against the Crusader Clans.” Khan Ward said. “I believe we may even face a Trial of Absorption, and so I have plans to move much of the Clan to the Inner Sphere.” He paused trying to think of how to word his next thought. “I expect them to help prepare the Inner Sphere for the invasion that Will be coming.”

“And what do you have need of me for?” Natasha asked bluntly. “I have people awaiting me back in the Inner Sphere.”

“Why, I need you to help win the Trial of Refusal.” Khan Ward chuckled. “You have only increased in skill since you left us, and I will be assigning you command of a Cluster, and I expect us to win before we evacuate Clan space before retaliation.”




December 20th, 3016

“That is all of the intelligence brought to us by the Dragoon Compromise.” Khan Ward finished his presentation.

“We should return to the inner Sphere at once.” Khan Yvonne Hazen said. “ I call for a vote of the Grand Council to invade the Inner Sphere.”


Out of the Seventeen Clans voting, nine of them voted to invade.

“I call for a Trial of Refusal.” Khan Ward stated.



December 31st, 3016

“Four to one odds.” Natasha told Khan Ward. “If we do not win this you understand that this will be the end of Clan Wolf?” She asked.

“Clan Wolf will end regardless of this trial.” Ward said with finality. “I have already instructed Ulric to begin taking our civilians and the ones who were not bid in this Trial to the Inner Sphere.”

“If I die here you understand that my husband will stop at nothing until all of the Clans are destroyed.” Natasha stated with confidence. “He is not one to take lightly.”

“Then we will have to win.” Ward shrugged. “I had the technicians refit the Warhammer you brought with what you asked for, it should be ready for you when it comes time for the Trial.”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Comstar Interlude 3012-3013

“What do you mean that there was a Jumpship that survived?” Primus Tiepolo asked the captain of the Narbonne. “What is happening in the system?”

“Primus, we were hard pressed to even get in range at all.” The captain replied. “The lone dropship that was present in the system managed to attach itself to an Invader class Jumpship and as we fired as they jumped.”

“Well, thank you for your report Captain, I’ll have ROM look into covering up what happened, and will await any further reports from Taussen.”




Hilton Head Island, Terra

“You are certain that it was First Prince Ian Davion?” Kristofur asked one of the two remaining Adepts that had made it off of Taussen.

“Yes, Precentor.” The adept confirmed, “We, that is the remaining ROM units on world, even attempted an assassination, only to be foiled at the last minute.”

“Was there any information taken?” Kristofur asked. “Anything that would show our hand?”

“Yes sir, they managed to capture Precentor Taussen, and quite a few of the senior HPG staff.” The adept said. “We attempted to neutralize them, but aside from the select few that managed to commit suicide, we were unsuccessful.” The adept took a sip of the water in front of him. “And after the bombing, the civilians were no longer cooperative.”

“What do you mean they were not cooperative?” Kristofur asked. “They have been servants of Blake for generations now.”

“The head Adept, the poor bloody fool, set it so the explosives would damage the surroundings as well in his zeal to kill the First Prince, and in doing so harmed many of our own while on the planet.” The adept sighed. “And the video clips of Prince Davion’s left hand risking his own life to not only save the Prince, but to help some of our own civilians did us no favors.”

“So they won the Propaganda war?” Kristofur asked, taking careful notes. “We are trying to figure out how Taussen was discovered, what the Davions and their allies might know, and what we can do to prevent these things in the future.” He explained.

“Precentor, we were screwed over by Precentor Taussen.” The Adept said bluntly. “He commanded the local ROM units to use Draconis Combine codes and colors despite knowing that they were outnumbered, trusting in the fact that we had Lostech to cement a victory. He planned on nuking Kentares and blaming the Combine for it, not only killing the new factories that are being brought up there, but also making the Davions enraged so as to turn their focus onto the Combine instead of finishing off the Confederation.” The adept shrugged. “I guess someone forgot to wipe their Navicomputer or something because here we are.”

“Interesting.” Precentor Rom said in response. “We had to give up Taussen.” He confided in the Adept. “And the Narbonne and all of our agents set traps and rigged things so that when the Davions return they do not find any factories there, we just did not have time for the full bombardment or anything else lest the Davions jump more units in system and broadcast the footage to the entirety of the Inner Sphere.”

“Please tell me that there are plans in place to kill the Prince’s left hand?” The adept said. “That bastard was at the forefront of the efforts to find us and root us out, it was only that he ran out of time that saved us.” The adept trembled with barely restrained rage.

“Who is the Prince’s left hand?” Kristofur asked for clarification. “I think I know who you mean, but I want to make sure.”

“Duke Mark Hull.” The adept said. “I didn’t know who he was until I got back to Terra, but he is most definitely and enemy of Comstar.”

“I will have ROM cells on the lookout for opportunities to slay him.” Kristofur assured the raging adept.




Later that week…

“What is the verdict?” Primus Tiepolo asked.

“We are going to have to tread carefully.” Kristofur stated. “While it appears that the story about space debris has worked in the mainstream channels, we know for certain that the Davions are onto us.” He sighed. “They managed to take Precentor Taussen alive and several of the senior HPG staff. I would take bets on the interrogations that they are undergoing.”

“We will begin setting in plans to either assassinate several leaders in Davion and Lyran space or to trigger a war between the Concordat and the Fedsuns. There will need to be back up plans as well.” Tiepolo said. “Now that the Mariks are fighting each other, we should see if we can split up any of the other stellar nations in similar ways.”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy: Wrath

Robinson, Draconis March, Federated Suns, September 15th, 3015

“Messenger” Mathis spoke into his comm’s device.”We are one Mike out, standby.” No sooner had the words left his mouth then he had to swerve in order to avoid a man portable SRM someone had fired at our vehicle. “Hull, I need them pinned down in order to make sure we get there.” He told me, opening the sunroof for me to stand up in.

The rifle kicked against my shoulder as I fired in short controlled bursts, hitting and stopping two of the people throwing SRM’s our way. I had to reload after the third one was struck and then got back up again. Then, I felt something thump into my left shoulder and I spun around, seeing that there was a second group. We peeled past them, and I just held down the trigger, heedless of what might come my way. And then we were free, the Messenger was moving down the runway with one of its loading ramps down, and we shot into the bay as it took off in an almost vertical landing.

“You good David?” I asked the toddler. “He was crying and still covering his ears on the floorboard. “Mathis, you clean?”

“I’m good.” Mathis said, “But my partner isn’t.” The Ducal Guardsmen who had been in the passenger seat had been nicked by a piece of shrapnel that had penetrated the passenger floor, hitting his femoral artery and causing him to bleed out. “I’m putting us in Mithril for the rest of eternity.” He stated. “And I’m pretty sure the First Prince will sign off on it.”

“Agreed.” I replied, running a quick status check on myself. “I’m hit in the shoulder.” I told him, “Clean entry and exit, I think it missed the important bits.”

“I’ll grab David.” Mathis said. “We’ll follow you to the infirmary.”




Davion Palace Complex, New Avalon, October 27th, 3015

“Mark!” Ian greeted as he walked in the room. “Where’s your better half?”

“The half of me most likely to invade Terra is currently visiting family in unknown space.” I said in a cold rage. “And the half of me least likely to invade Terra is sitting here in front of you, and if you don’t convince it very quickly, Terra will soon be owned by the Marksman and the Kentares Guard.”

“What are you talking about?” Hanse asked.

“Comstar’s ROM division.” I tossed two separate file folders onto the table in between us. “Co Opted and created orders for two previously unknown sleeper cells to target and assassinate myself.” I stood up in a cold fury. “If it were just me, I could almost accept it.” I stated, “Unpleasant, but it comes with the enemies I have made. But they did not just target myself.” I raged. “They targeted my son, and so unless you and Ian have some extremely valid reasons why I shouldn’t, I’m drafting the orders and carrying them out by December.”

“The two Cells,” I continued. “Were each from different nations, one was an ISF cell, and one for a MASK cell.” I sighed. “If I had been on any dropship other than the Messenger we wouldn’t have the intel at all. As it is, we didn’t manage to decrypt the message until after we had left Robinson.”

Hanse and Ian stood there, and their positions were reversed for once. With Hanse now seething with Rage just like I was, whereas Ian was silently contemplating everything.

“We don’t have the HPG’s yet.” Ian finally said. “We haven’t managed to spread out enough of the mobile HPG’s we’ve been manufacturing enough to cover the areas that Comstar is in.” He sighed. “The very minute that I have confirmation that we’ve gotten at least half of the coverage Comstar does, I will join you myself.” He sighed. “I understand that you are angry, and you have every right to be, but until we are in the position to do this properly I’m going to have to ask you to stand by. While I am confident that you could not only take Terra, but hold it. If we were to be interdicted we would lose everything we have gained over the last decade in a single sweep of the table.”

“I will allow it.” I said, “I’m still going to formulate some invasion plans, and if they try anything else, I’m taking the Manassas and taking the system for myself, And I’m certain I could convince the Concordat to help me out.”





“Hanse, you have to calm down.” Ian tried to talk to his still angry brother. “I know that it angers you, but we have to think of the long term.”

“Ian, I’m going to need a combat posting soon.” Hanse said through gritted teeth. “I have to do something.”

“I can give you a Guards division and send you to take Ares.” Ian said. “I’m just not certain you want to do that with Dana about to give birth.”

“I will wait.” Hanse said, “But if something akin to this happens again, I will be joining Mark in any invasion he sets up. And Dana will gladly join me.”

“I know,” Ian replied. “And with the Taurians at his back I think he could do it.” He shrugged. “I just can’t have us commit to that offensive yet, if we did and the Interdict still happened, we would be torn apart by the Combine as soon as they knew that we weren’t able to communicate. And while Katrina and the Commonwealth would try to assist, they’re still in the middle of restructuring their entire military.”

“I get it Ian.” Hanse said sadly. “I still have this burning need to do something though.”

“You’re a Davion,” Ian said. “If you did anything less than father would be rolling over in his grave right now.”

“Ian, I’m going to go love on Dana for a while.” Hanse stood up. “You should probably find something for Mark do do before he goes and storms the local Comstar station.”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy-One: Preparations

Kentares IV, Draconis March, Federated Suns January 3rd, 3016

“The Manassas and Age of Discovery are hidden in the shadow of one of the moons in the system.” Sheppard reported to me. “Jewel sent Rook with the Snowden over to start repairs to the Texas Class Battleship.”


“Peterson is a month or so out.” Packer told me. “We have the 2nd Marksman up to a combined arms force that should be able to handle a force its equal at the very least.”

“Our Warship crews are still green.” I said, “but I think Comstar’s will be green as well, and with the automated systems on the Manassas we should have a slight advantage. Jewel is returning with some of the Sting refits we commissioned and will be present by February.”

“We move in March.” I told them, “we’re going to make a statement to Comstar by taking their naval Bases out of commission.”

“Paige’s Marines are chomping at the bit,” Sheppard reported. “We gave them the upgraded Mithril 15(B) suits, and they are ready for any boarding actions we need them to try.”

“Good,” I said. “I want as much of the infrastructures and ships taken intact as possible.”

“Based on the thrust ratios we calculated for that Warship that attacked you in the Versailles system we are going to be at a disadvantage in regards to speed.” Commodore Frye spoke up. “The sensor data that the King Henry V reported was able to give us a calculated glimpse of what it might be armed with, and we think we might have the edge in firepower, but if we aren’t accurate then it will be a very close battle.”

“We’ll have all of our Sting’s loaded for bear and ready to attempt boarding, and Wardog and Strider Squadrons are prepping for anti Warship runs.” I said. “They’re going to be coordinating in space and we need to be absolutely ready to make fast decisions.”

“I’m leaving overall tactics and planning to the people most likely to know what will happen.” I said. “Lieutenant Colonel Paige, you’re in charge of the Marine Forces that we have, and Commodore Frye, you’re in command of both the dropships and Warships. I want an operational plan in three days for both systems, we’re hitting them hard, and we’re hitting them fast.”

“Are Ian and Hanse briefed on this?” Sheppard asked me before I had the chance to dismiss everyone.

“I’ll send a courier with a message when we leave.” I told him. “I left hints that we would be retaliating, and there’s a reason that I’m using the Marksman instead of the Kentares Guard.”




Ross 248, March 14th, 3016


“Have the Age of Discovery detach her escorts.” Commodore Frye ordered, “And have the Messenger engage in broad spectrum jamming. We don’t want them to signal to any reinforcements that we are here.”

“Ma’am.” The sensor officer said. “We’re detecting one Warship, and two Yardships.”

“Send Paige and her marines to board the Yardships, and have Hull’s Colossus move down to the Space station.”

“Yes ma'am,'' the Communications officer replied. “Sending orders.”

“That Frigate is coming in fast, Commodore.” The sensor officer said.

“Have our drone’s target the rear.” Frye replied, “And have Blaze coordinate with the Strikers, we’re not sure how well our modifications will work.”

“We’re in range Ma’am.” The gunnery officer told her.

“Fire as you see fit.” She told him.

The Manassas shuddered around them as they took Naval Autocannon fire on some of their armor.

Then, the Manassas answered with their own NAC’s, their superior concentration of firepower and better targeting systems allowing them to put rounds on the enemy Warship. Causing armor to shatter and/or be melted off as Naval Lasers began to join in.




“This is Blaze,” The Aerospace commander of the Marksman said. “Wardog and Strider, we are going to need to be extremely careful on this one, the enemy Warship seems to have extremely good anti fighter systems as was proven by the Drone’s we sent out first.”

“Roger that Lead.” Chopper said. “I don’t see any escort fighters for it though.”

“We have nothing on our scopes.” Blaze replied. “Edge, I’m assigning your squadron to escort the boarding craft to the Yardships, everyone else, pair up with a Sting. Let’s make them bleed.”

“Copy that Lead.” Came back. “Moving to escort positions now.”




“Marines!” Colonel Paige said over her dropship's command line. “This is what we’ve been training for, while the Navy gets to use their big guns for the first time outside of training, we get to go and do what we do best.”

“Loot then Burn!” The marines responded.

“Damn straight!” Paige said. “Run checks on your Atmo seals, If anything manages to wreck that you’ll be SOL.”


The Sting dropship they were on maneuvered to avoid the fire that was directed at them. “We’re coming in fast, Prep to drop and use jets to finish reaching the Yardship.” The pilot told the Marines on board.

“You heard the man!” Paige yelled as the bay doors opened. “Get onto the ship and find an airlock, if you can’t then we’ll make rescue efforts as soon as we are able.” The company of Marines “Dropped” out of the bay, using jump jets to navigate to the hull of the Yardship.

“Ma’am, I’ve got an escape pod here!” One of her marines said over their laser comms.

“Copy, drop a Nav point on it so that way we can have the others navigate here.” Paige told him as she navigated over there.

“Set Breaching charges.” She told him. “This should be a good entry point.” She assisted in getting the shaped charges ready. “Rook, I want you close by, we need to get into the computer systems and to be able to turn this ship against them.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Lieutenant Rook replied. “Hanging on your six.” While there were other computer specialists in the Marksman and Kentares Guard, none were as capable as Rook and so she had requested him to be with her unit.

“Breaching.” The marine called, detonating the charges. “Hole’s clear, moving in.” They moved into the now defunct escape pod and slapped a temporary seal over the hole they had made.

“Opening door.” Rook called as he used the pods controls to open the hatch in front of them. “We’re in, let’s do this.”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy-One Continued: Combat
Ross 248 March 14th, 3016

“Commodore.” The communications officer said. “The enemy ship has gone dark, and we’re seeing less fire thrown our way. We may have just hit their bridge..”

“Ma’am, Armor is at seventy five percent and holding,” The gunnery officer said. “We’re reloading several of the forward NAC’s right now.”

“Have Blaze escort some Marines over there for boarding actions, if we can take it and get it moving via a secondary bridge, we might be able to come out of this with even more than we thought.”




“Fireteam one, take this corridor, and try to limit damage as much as possible.” Paige directed one of the three fireteams with her. “Fireteam two, take the corridor opposite them, I’ll be taking fireteam three along with Rook and trying to take the bridge.” She inhaled. “Remember people, we want as many of them alive as possible, many of them will be unarmed and we need to be able to actually use the ship after we’re done. Am I understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.” They said over the comms, before they dispersed to their own areas. Everyone had the same orders, and vacuum rated packs with flex cuffs stuffed inside for anyone they subdued without killing.

“Rook, Fireteam three,” Paige nodded. “With me.” And took off at a jog towards the area that the map they had pulled showed the bridge to be.





“Alright people, this is primarily going to be an infantry op.” I told the assembled Marksman unit with me. “The vehicles and ‘Mechs are going to be guarding the Colossus while the Specialists and Infantry go and see what we can take with us when we leave.”

The assembled soldiers of the 2nd Marksman began to unload from the Colossus, making sure that we were covered. I myself was in Mithril, the only difference between mine and the others was that mine had extra communications gear.

“Sergeant Lovell, I hope that Rook has taught you well.” I told the tech fireteam with me. “Because we’re splitting up. I’m taking a fireteam and hitting the local HPG, I need the rest of you to go strip records from every computer you find, I want to know what Warships are here, and what is repairable or able to be moved out of the system.”

“Yes sir.” Lovell responded. “We’re on it.” And we dispersed, I moved to the area that the Manassas records indicated the HPG would be with a platoon of Mithril clad infantry right on my heels.

“Records show we’ve got quite a bit of ground to cover in order to reach the station.” I told Mathis and the others with me. “Expect some sort of resistance.”

“Copy that.” Mathis said and began to take point. “Moving up.”




“You have a go, Archon's Favor” Blaze told the Sting dropship they were escorting to the enemy Warship. “We’re not seeing any fire currently headed our way, and the Dropship collars appear to be intact.”

“Copy that Wardog Lead.” The Archon’s Favor replied. “We’re docking now, keep an eye out for us.”




“Cover the hatch.” The marine Sergeant told a member of his fireteam. “We’re about to override it and head in.”

“Copy that sir.” The Mithril clad Marines stacked up on the hatch. “Flashbang out.” The second man called out after cracking open the hatch. “Moving.” The point man entered the room, checking his corners the entire time.

“Clear.” was sent various times along the comms systems. “Atmosphere is still intact, we’ll have to clear out the ship room by room though.”

The fireteam moved through, managing to get decently far before some armed men showed up to try and repel them.

“Well, Normally I’d be getting into cover.” One of the Marines observed. “But I don’t think they have anything with the firepower to breach our suits on board.” And the two of them took point in finishing off the armed ones before cuffing the rest of them.




“Rook, please tell me you got the data?” Paige asked the tech specialist. “Because I think that this captain and crew might be a little difficult to interrogate later.” Said bound and gagged bridge crew were glaring at her.

“I managed to pull everything they had on the computer banks.” Rook replied. “They hadn’t even managed to get started on wiping anything before we burst in, I just hope that everyone else is doing as well as us.”

“Well, I’ve heard nothing but good reports on the company that managed to land here.” She said, “We think there’s a relatively small crew here and that’ll make it easier to get this ship back to Kentares.”

“Then we better start moving soon.” Rook replied. “Remember the last time we messed with one of Comstar’s hidden systems.”

“Yeah,” Paige shrugged. “But we have Warships of our own this time.”

(AN: Unless implied otherwise, any infantry are speaking on close comms between their own fireteams. No one outside of the armor can hear them unless they turn the external speakers on.)





“I’m into the system.” I told Mathis. “They had barely started a system wipe before we got here.” I was typing SLIC codes into the system and transferring data to a data core to go over later.”

“Good.” Mathis said as he kept a lookout. “Everything seems to be going well so far, but we are going to have to replace four Sting gunships if what I am hearing is accurate.”

“We can replace the dropships.” I said as I kept typing. “It’s the personnel I’m worried about.” I sighed. “Thankfully, Commodore Frye designated several Sting’s to not carry more than a skeleton crew so we could do recovery as necessary.”





“Commodore Frye.” The Communications officer reported. “The Marines are reporting that one of the Yardships is ours, the enemy Warship has been seized, although we did get a lucky shot and destroy the bridge, the secondary bridge is able to be utilized to get the ship moving.”

“The second Yardship?” She asked. “What is the status on it?”

“Nothing to report yet, they’re the ones whose gunnery crews managed to tag one of the boarding ships.”





“What's the status of these Warships.” one of the Infantrymen asked Sergeant Lovell. “Are we able to move them?”

“Most of their K-F Drives are intact, it’s the fusion drives that are the problem.” Lovell reported. “There are a few ships that can move under their own power, it’s the others that might be a problem.”

“How many are able to move under their own power?” The ship specialists asked. “We’ll start with those, and see about getting the rest out.”


“The Black Lion class.” Lovell pointed out that particular Warship. “The Volga class over there, and the two Lola III’s” He designated each of them.

“Sarge.” Another technician ran up to Lovell. “I found out there’s a series of Tugs here.”

“Well, all but the two Vincent’s have intact and working K-F Drives.” Lovell said. “If we manage to tow them to the Jump point we should be able to have them jump to the systems that we want them to.”

“I’ll have someone work this up to command.” The infantry officer said. “We’ll start getting the tugs up and running though, even if we have to force some of these people to do it at gunpoint.”





“Commodore, Paige is reporting total control, they’re moving the Yardship to the jump point and leaving the system.”

“Good to hear.” Commodore Frye responded. “Do we have updates from anyone else?”

“The enemy Warship is ours, but the Marines on board are helping to put out fires and other issues before they move to take the ship out of the system.”

“And the Recovery crews?” Frye asked. “Have we managed to get our people out of the void yet?”

“We’ve recovered ninety percent of them.” The comms officer reported, “And one of the people we have on the station has an ambitious plan that will need some dropship crews.”

“What is it?” She asked.

“Seeing as Hull is currently stripping the HPG’s data, they are requesting permission to use the Elephant class tugs that are present on the station to tow any and all of the jump capable ships to the jump point and get them out of the system that way. They’re even saying that we should attach the tugs to the collars before Jumping so that we can move them easier.”

“Give them approval, and use the crews that are still alive from the Sting’s that we lost. Split them up to fill the roles if we have to, but I want as many Warships removed as possible.”

Authors Note: So, I decided on a D6 roll to see if we managed to pull data or if Comstar managed to delete it. My first roll was a nat 6… So naturally, I rolled again, and after rolling three 5’s consecutively I decided to just roll with the nat 6. So Comstar completely dropped the ball on deleting any data. I’ll do a D100 for the chance of locating anything important.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy-Two: Audacity
Ross 248 March 14th, 3016

“Why is that second Yardship not moving yet?” Commodore Frye asked. “We’ve got the ships that can move out of the space station already moving to the jump point.”

“Ma’am,” The comms officer replied. “Marines are reporting that they are locked out of the ships systems, they can move the ship, but they’re going to have to do it directly from engineering until we can bully past the lockout.”

“Well, have them start moving then, we’ve got to start getting out of this system.” Commodore said in response. “Have the mobile ships jump to the rendezvous point A system, we’ll have the ones that can’t move jump to point B and start getting out of this system before any enemies jump into the system.”

“Understood Ma’am,” The comms officer responded, “Relaying the message now.”

“Alright people, we’re going to need to maintain a careful lookout.” She told her bridge crew. “We need to make absolutely sure that there isn’t anything else here that might try and take a bite out of us.”





“Mathis, am I hearing the comms properly?” I asked. “I was a little distracted pulling the last of the data.”

“Yes sir, we’ve found five Elephant class dropships attached to the station.” Mathis said. “They’re stripping as many people as they can from the Sting’s in order to crew them, and using the ones that had their gunships shot out from underneath them as primary crews.”

“Makes sense.” I replied before turning my high end comms gear on. “This is Marksman Actual, I need the stats on those tugs ASAP.” I told anyone who was listening. “I may have a plan.”





“Rook, is the jump calculated?” Paige asked the tech specialist. “Because we’re ready to leave this godforsaken system.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He responded. “Everything checks out and we are able to move to Plan A.” He paused. “Our Sting escorts are attaching to the collars now, we are ready to leave as soon as they are on board.”

“Jump us out as soon as we have confirmation that they are attached.” Paige told him and the Marines around her. “And when we are at the rendezvous point I want the company to move the POW’s to the Stings for holding.” She sat down in the captain's chair. “I don’t want any escapees here.”




“Black Lion is moving to the jump point along with the other three with intact drives.” Sergeant Lovell reported to the officer in charge. “The Sting’s are docking now with the recovered crews for the Elephants.”

“Good, we’re going to need to move quickly if we want to pull this off.” The officer responded. “The rest of the escorts and aerospace fighters are docking with the Age of Discovery and heading to the rendezvous point in order to provide some extra firepower there.”

“Hull wants us to prioritize the Cruisers and Destroyers.” Lovell said. “If we can get those up and running later we’ll have the makings of a decent sized fleet.”

“This is Marksman Actual.” came over their comms systems. “I need the stats on those tugs ASAP, I may have a plan.”

“Safe thrust is 2.5gs, and maximum is 4, reinforced bow and has lots of internal cargo space.” Lovell read off the computer screen in front of him. “What’s the plan sir?”

“We’re going to send the station into the gap between the systems after we’ve gotten the Warships we can out of here.” You could almost here the grin in his voice. “If we can get all five of the Elephants to coordinate, we can shift the station and get it’s orbit to shift to the gaps in between systems, allowing us to come and take what we need at our leisure.”

“That’ll take time sir, we’ve still got to get the Warships out of here.” The officer reported. “We’ve only gotten the mobile ones out of here so far.”

“I know it’ll take time Captain, I’m not worried about it.” Their CO inhaled audibly. “If the worst comes, we’ll just scuttle everything and leave.”

“Copy on implausible plan number seventy five.” Commodore Frye weighed in. “We’ll cover you, and I’ll have some people start crunching numbers on where to launch it for ease of access.”




“Get this hunk of junk moving.” The marine Sergeant told the boarding crew onboard the previously enemy Warship, now theirs. “We have been ordered to move to rendezvous point B.”

“Copy that Sarge.” The marine in charge of navigation responded. “But you have to remember this is the secondary CIC, and we’re unfamiliar with these systems. Give me fifteen minutes, and we’ll be mobile.”

“Sarge!” A separate member of the fireteam called out. “We’ve gotten all of the POW’s locked up on the Archon’s Favor.”

“That’s good news.” The sergeant replied. “Most of these people weren’t any problem, but station some guards just in case.”




Ross 248 March 22nd, 3016

“That’s the last one that we can manage.” Lovell reported to Hull. “We’ve gotten all of them except for the Vincent’s, the Congress, and that Aegis out and jumped to rendezvous point B.”

“Good, Have the Manassas on standby to grab the rest of the Elephants after we’re done.” Hull replied. Two of the tugs had left with the Warships that had jumped out.

“Let’s go.” The infantry boarded the Colossus and got ready to leave the system while the three tugs all synchronized their drives and began to push the Space station out of it’s stellar orbit and onto a path that would have it be in the gap between systems in half a year.

“Docking and moving to the jump point.” The last tug docked with the Manassas; they jumped out headed for rendezvous point A.


Author’s note: The list of ships that we managed to leave with are as follows. 1 Black Lion, 2 Lola II, 1 Volga, 2 Essex, 1 Aegis, 1 Sovetskii Soyuz, and two Faslane’s. The second one is still locked out and will take months to break into the computer systems. We also managed to capture the Narbonne. But it’ll need many months of yard work before it’s able to be flown properly again.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Comstar/House Lords Interlude 3016
Davion Palace, New Avalon
“You have a message for me?” Ian asked Colonel Peterson the CO of the first Marksman RCT.

“Yes sir.” Peterson replied, “I was told to hand deliver this Pad to you personally.” Peterson inhaled. “Hull recommends you wait to open it until Hanse is in the same room as you.” Peterson then waited until he was dismissed before leaving.

Ian picked up his phone to call directly to his brother's room and waited for him to answer. “Yeah, Hull sent us a message. No I haven’t opened it yet, he wanted you here before I read/saw it.”

While Ian waited for this brother to arrive, he settled down and did some paperwork. They were still rebuilding some of the units with Hardware from the Helm cache and some things needed to be signed off on and reviewed.

“You ready to watch this?” Ian asked as he waved the small disc in his hand at his brother. “Because He was just here a little while ago, what trouble has he gotten into that required a specialized courier?”

“Let’s find out.” Hanse took the data disc and put it into a Tri-Vid viewer.

“Hello, is this thing on?” A vid of Hull appeared. “We good?” He nodded at the camera. “Okay, so I decided to do a raid on a Comstar facility using a Warship that I had hidden from you.” Hull said flat out. “We’ve got actionable intelligence, and are going to hopefully be pulling several intact Warships that need minor repairs out of Comstars hands and into ours. There are two facilities, and I’ll be hitting one of them. Upon my return, I’m going to be repairing them and sending a good portion of them over to New Avalon. I hope to be back by June, wish me luck!”

“That son of a bitch.” Hanse said as he stood up. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Why?” Ian asked.

“Because he didn’t take me with him,” Hanse said.




The Triad, Tharkad

“Melissa, I’m going to need you to calm down a bit.” Katrina told her daughter. “David won’t be here for another couple of weeks.”

“But he’s the same age as Elsa!” Melissa squealed, “We’re going to be the best of friends.” She laughed a little maniacally.

Katrina just facepalmed at her daughter's dramatic behavior before picking up her third child to rock him to sleep.

“Archon,” Simon Johnson entered the room. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, just let me get some things done here and I’ll join you in a bit.”





“We’ve finally pinned Duncan down to one planet.” Anton Marik observed to his brother Janos. “We’re just going to have to finish off two regiments of radical elite forces.”

“I am aware of this.” Janos glared at his brother. “We shouldn’t have let it get this far in the first place. The Steiners are probing us, and the Andurians are carving chunks off of the Capellan Confederation while we are here fighting each other.”

“We’re going to have to do this quickly if we want to bring the Andurians to heel.” Anton said. “We’ve already taken too long to whittle their forces down to this state.”

“I’m moving my personal forces to Procyon in order to assist in taking out Duncan.” Janos said. “Remind them to be mindful of the forest.” Anton said. “There’s an extreme risk of a forest fire if Duncan’s forces decide to do so.”

“That’s a chance we’ll have to take.” Janos said. “If the war goes on for much longer we may split into separate nation states once again.”




Sian, Capellan Confederation
“Why is she not dead yet?!” Maximillion Liao screamed at the current head of MASK. “I told you I wanted her head delivered to me.” Max drew his sword and decapitated him.

“That’s the third one this week.” Candace muttered to herself below her breath. “Maybe I shouldn’t have set Romano up.”

“Father.” Cancade announced. “I request the ability to move to St. Ives, and begin to recover some of our forces”

“No.” Max looked at her with madness in his eyes. “You will remain here, I have need of you, seeing as these incompetents cannot accomplish a task as simple as killing she who has no name.”




Luthien
“Director Indrahar,” Takeshi Kurita greeted. “Walk with me my old friend, we have much to discuss.”

“Of course Coordinator.” Indrahar replied. “As the Dragon commands.”

“Why is it that I find the ISF revealing itself to the Davions in a wasted assassination attempt?” There was a shar edge to the Coordinator’s voice. “When the Dragon has ordered no such thing to be done.”

“Coordinator, any assassination attempts were not authorized by myself or any of my immediate subordinates.” Indrahar promised. “I believe that others have obtained some of the command codes that we use to activate cells such as the ones on Robinson.”

“Then they are traitors.” Takeshi said with finality. “Find them, and bring them to me. I wish to see them dead at my feet.”



Hilton Head Island, Terra

“Sir, there’s nothing here.” The captain of the CSV Bordeaux reported to Primus Tiepolo. “There’s some debris, but there’s no station, and none of our Warships are here.”

“Primus!” One of the adepts nearby said. “Are you there?”

Tiepolo grabbed his chest in agony, his face scrunching up as he struggled to gasp for breath and lost his footing, falling to the floor.

“Primus!” The adept said once more before turning to another Adept as she began CPR. “Get a med team in here, I think the Primus is suffering from Cardiac arrest.”

The entire team of people in the room scrambled to find something that they could do to help, with one of the other CPR certified Acolytes rotating out with the Adept.

“Come on! I’ve still got a pulse and breathing, but I’m not sure how much longer he has.” The Adept yelled.

The med team arrived a couple of minutes later. Loading the Primus up on a stretcher and taking him away to get medical treatment.




“I regret to inform the First Circuit of this.” Precentor Rom, Vesar Kristofur started their meeting. “But Primus Tiepolo suffered from a heart attack yesterday and we did not manage to get him to the hospital in time to save him.” He sighed deeply. “I would like to ask that we have a short period of mourning in order to announce his death to the Inner Sphere before electing a new Primus.”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy-Three: Evaluations
Kentares, Draconis March, Federated Suns May 11th, 3016

“How long will it take to get the Ships up and running?” I asked Captain Jewel, our main repair expert.

“If we dedicate multiple work crews, we should be able to rearm the Black Lion battlecruiser and the Lola II’s in a couple of weeks. The Volga will take a bit longer because it still has a small amount of Armor damage and is missing some weapons.” She said.

“And getting the Manassas and Narbonne up and repaired?” I asked. “I want them up and running ASAP just in case we face some retaliation.”

“Eight days on the Manassas if we focus multiple work crews on it.” She responded. “It would be faster if we had the second Yardship up and running, but its computer systems are still locked down.” She sighed. “The Narbonne will need a minimum of three weeks before we can get everything repaired on it. Then we can start on the other vessels.”

“Okay then, I want the Manassas and Narbonne fixed up, and then we can focus on the battlecruiser and destroyers.” I told her. “I’m promoting you, and placing you in command of the Functional Yardship, I’m going to be giving the battlecruiser and the transport to the Davions, so as soon as we can, I’m going to need them able to move and shoot.”





June14th, 3016

“Colonel Wolf.” I greeted the man in front of me. “Where is my wife?”

“She is currently helping our Khan to prevent an invasion.” He told me bluntly. “I was given orders to help prepare the Inner Sphere for said invasion.” He reached into the hard case he had beside him and pulled out a data core. “This contains all of the information you need to begin advanced technology development, I need you to begin distributing it to anyone you are nominally allied with.” He then turned to leave.

“Hold up a minute.” I stopped him. “You don’t get to just drop a bomb on me and then leave for your current contract.” I stood up and got in the slightly taller man's face. “You said you were supposed to help prepare the Inner Sphere for an invasion and just dropped this on my lap.” I blocked the doorway. “I will not be doing your job for you, so sit down, shut up, and let me explain exactly what is going to happen.”

He started to protest, but didn’t manage to get a word out. “You are going to give me actionable intelligence, and you’re going to actually explain what might happen. Not only to myself, but to both Ian Davion, and Katrina Steiner, I may even have Thomas Calderon or his mother drop by for a visit, while Thomas may not like me, he’ll damn sure listen to me after all that we’ve done for his nation.” I sighed. “You are a military genius as far as short term conflicts are concerned,” I told Jaime Wolf. “But when it comes to long term strategy and planning you fail to understand the consequences.”

“Fine, I shall listen to what you have to say.” Jaime Wolf said with a hint of a growl. “But insult me like that again, and you will face me on the battlefield.”

“Fine.” I threw my hands up. “I’ll take you here and now if it’ll help you get it through to your thick head.” I stalked out of the room while grabbing my comm device. “Mac, I need my backup Warhammer. I’m pretty sure that Nat stole mine again.”




Several hours later…

“I do not think this was a good idea.” Joshua Wolf confided in his brother. “His critiques, while uncalled for, were at least honest.”

“This is the second time he has insulted me.” Jaime growled. “I will not allow him to command me unless he has proven that he is my better in combat.”


Jaime closed the hatch to his Archer ARC-2W, and powered it up. Beginning the journey to the designated combat area by a lake 50 Kilometers away from any potential residences. He was followed by Joshua in his Black Knight, and Sheppard in his Cyclops. Sheppard and Joshua were to be seconds, spectators, and judges for this trial of combat.





“Duke Hull.” Joshua said over an open comm channel. “Are you prepared?”

“I’m ready to rumble.” I responded, my Warhammer bouncing back and forth as if it were a boxer. This wasn’t the Warhammer I typically used, and so my speed was the same as Jaime’s Archer. This was the WHM-7A that we had pulled from the Confederate class Dropship Last of us. Natasha having “Borrowed” the Bobby B from me again when she had left to go on her little side quest.

“Colonel Wolf.” Sheppard said, “Are you ready?”

“Let us be done with this farce.” Wolf said with a sneer in his voice. “I am ready.”


I immediately moved to avoid the LRM’s he had fired at me, knowing that he had the firepower advantage at range, I moved closer, because I had ERPPC’s, I would be able to tank his two medium lasers and SRM’s for as long as I needed to, I had the advantage close in.

On top of that, I was angry, angrier than I had been in a long time. And I wanted to brawl, so I got close in, and dodged the fist that Jaime threw my way while firing my Lasers and SRM’s at his Archer, I lashed out with kicks, and even forced my PPC’s in close to use as melee weapons. At this point, this wasn’t a ‘mech duel, it was a straight up brawl between two angry men in giant robots.

“Should we do something?” Joshua laser commed Sheppard. “I feel like this is something we should be intervening in.

“Just let them duke it out.” Sheppard made his Cyclops shrug. “They’ll either not be able to stand each other, or be best friends at the end of this…”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy Four: Mix things up
Kentares IV, Draconis March, Federated Suns, June 15th, 3016

“Good fight.” I told Jaime Wolf. “Can we establish the plan now?”

“Yes, I have taken some of what you said into consideration.” Jaime inclined his head. “You are correct in some aspects, and I shall rectify that by helping you out.”

“Helping me out how?” I asked curiously. “I’m pretty sure that I’ve got what I need to start getting production started minus needing more people.”

“While your Warships are well hidden from most eyes in the Inner Sphere, it is hard to conceal them from those who have had to do the same.” There was a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye. “I have five Warships of the Wolf’s Dragoons that are out in the Periphery that I will be taking out of mothballs, if you will help me meet with the various Heads of state that you are known to, I will lend my people to help train crews for you.”

“I think I can agree to that deal as long as you actually have experienced crews.” I said with a nod of my head. “But I’m also going to need some of your engineers and scientists to help mine make sense of some of this data core that you gave us.”

“Only if you allow us to be bumped up in the queue to purchase some of your Sting gunships.” He negotiated. “My aerospace people can’t stop raving about them after looking at the specs.”

“Bargained well and done.” I extended my hand and we shook on it. “I’ll have my people draw up a contract later.”

“Hey!” I said as he turned to leave my office. “Why did you leave all of these civilians with me?”

“Because they have nowhere else to go.” He stated. “Soon enough they would have been no better than slaves.” He raised an eyebrow. “This was the first place I could think of that not only had the capacity to take them in, but to treat them with the respect and honor that they have earned.”

“Wolf,” I said. “I don’t much like your long term planning abilities, but I have the utmost respect for your combat abilities. May we never meet on the battlefield.

“Agreed.” He said. “You do not fight fair after all.”

“If you’re fighting fair you’re losing.” I shrugged in response. “Now give me a rough estimate on when my wife will be back and go back to Marik space. You are still under contract after all.”




Mountain Research facility Bravo, Kentares IV June 21st, 3016
“Duke Hull.” Adamina Rogers greeted me. “A pleasure to see you again.”

“I’m here for a status update.” I said. “I know we made multiple copies of the core that the Wolf’s Dragoons gave us, and I want an estimate on how long it will take to implement some of the upgrades.”

“The endo-steel factory will take two months to modify to the specs listed in the core.” She responded. “The new alloy is a different mixture compared to the one that is listed in our copy of the Helm core.”

“And starting to incorporate some of the upgrades to the rest of our factories?” I asked, “I was going to see if we could enhance the Grasshoppers and Von Luckners we are producing.”

“Well, the upgraded freezers we can start manufacturing as soon as the endo steel factory is up and running. The main difference between the freezers listed in this new data and the Helm core is the use of the upgraded endo steel. This allows it to be smaller than the freezers we make currently.”

“That’ll free up space to add in some extra lasers.” I said. “I want the Grasshopper to be the light mech hunter of the Inner Sphere.”

“It’ll take a while to comb through the rest of it and see what we can easily modify to these new standards.” She replied. “We’re going to focus on the endo steel and freezers and work out from there.”


“Give me a rough estimate please.” I told her. “I need to start getting some Sharpshooter plans in place.”

“Two to three months on the Endo-Steel and Freezers.” She said after reviewing her notes. “The Endo-Steel facility is barely keeping up with our freezer production, and the upgrades should help.” She sighed. “There’s just so much data here to go over. I think it’ll take us at least a year before we have gone through and found what can be easily modified, or what we’ll have to build from scratch.”

“Thank you Adamina.” I said. “I’ll look forward to good news from you.”




June 30th, 3016

“Thank you for all of your hard work.” I said to the crews that had finished the Ducal Estate. “I’ll make sure that you all get bonuses for doing such good work.”

Thankfully, I had picked out the furnishings to go in, and they had done that as part of the building process. So I didn’t have to move anything aside from the personal belongings that Natasha and I had collected over the years. And with David spending time with Aunt Katrina and Uncle Arthur, I could get some of the personal work done without having to tote the three year old around with me.




The Triad, Tharkad July 4th, 3016

“Aunt Kat.” David said. “I want to play.” He opened his hand towards the toys that Elsa and Melissa were playing with.

“Okay David.” She said, “You can go play with them, but be gentle.”

“David!” Melissa gave the younger boy a hug. “You wanna play with the ‘mechs?” She held up an Atlas figure in her hand. “I’m this one!”

Little David looked at all of the assorted figurines and action figures and finally picked up a lone infantryman. “This one, it looks like dada”

“Ok.” Melissa agreed and their whirlwind of a game started.

“Like father like son I guess.” Katrina looked over at her husband. “What are the odds he ends up the best Combined Arms commander of the century?”

“I’m not taking that bet.” Her husband smiled. “I know a suckers bet when I see one.”

“I’ve got a meeting with Johsnon,” Katrina glanced down at her watch. “Keep an eye on them?”

“Of course.” Arthur leaned in for a kiss before going to keep a closer eye on the three children having the time of their lives.


“Archon.” Simon Johnson said as Katrina entered her office. “I have the update you requested.”

“Good, I’ve been trying to get Lestrade for years, do we finally have something to nail him to the wall with?” She asked.

“Yes ma’am, we finally have video, audio, and written evidence of collusion between the Draconis Combine and Duke Lestrade.” Johnson said.

“That is good news.” She replied. “We’ll need to wait to release the information and try him for treason until he steps out of line, then we’ll get him for good so I can finally get the reforms in Skye pushed through.”

“And I have the latest report from the other thing we discussed.” He leaned in and grabbed a folder out of his briefcase before handing it to the Archon.

“We’ll be ready to move on them in six months?” She asked for confirmation. “Because I want the traitors killed.” Her voice hardened. “They betrayed their sworn oath, and I’m going to end them for it.”




Kentares IV, July 31st, 3016

“Mark.” Hanse greeted me as he stepped off of the dropship that he and Dana had been aboard with their son. “I’d like to introduce Jonathon Davion to you.” He handed me his year old firstborn with Dana smiling on.

“He looks healthy.” I told them with a smile. “Have you seen my new home yet?”

“No, and after we take a look at the new Ducal estate, I have some choice words for you.” He said. “You went on an adventure without me, and I cannot abide by that…”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy-Five: Challenging
Kentares IV, Draconis March, Federated Suns August 10, 3016

“Where is David?” Dana asked me. “I was hoping to introduce Jonathon to him.”

“I sent him to Spend some time with the Steiners.” I told her and Hanse. “I figured it would be better if he weren’t here in case of any retaliation from Comstar.”

“Speaking of which.” Hanse looked me in the eye. “You haven’t shown me the spoils of your raid against Comstar.”

“That’s because I was waiting until we were finished with some minor details before sharing some of them with you and Ian.” I said with a smirk. “But I suppose it wouldn’t ruin it to show you now.” I got up, and we headed towards the spaceport.




Later that day…

“I notice you have more civilians present than you had before.” Hanse said as we waited to arrive in the place we had hidden the Warships. “I don’t recall the immigration numbers being so high.”

“That’s because they weren’t.” I told him bluntly. “Colonel Wolf arrived with a hundred thousand refugees from where they came from a couple of months ago, and entrusted me with their care.” I shrugged, “They’re productive, and are seemingly happy to not be under threat, I’m working on naturalizing them, but it’s going to be a work in progress.” I stroked my beard. “I have to schedule a meeting between Ian, Thomas Calderon, and Katrina sooner rather than later.” I confided in Hanse. “I’ll need your help to facilitate it, I believe it could be important.”

“Still keeping your secrets Mark?” Hanse asked with a slightly sad look on his face. “I’d have thought that you trusted me and Ian by now.”

“I do trust you though.” I said bluntly. “It’s not my secret to share though, and I keep my word, always.”

“Yes, I know that you keep your word.” Hanse said. “And that is one of the things that Ian and I like about you.” He stated. “You don’t try and play the political games, you just get to work and you say what you mean.” He shrugged. “But sometimes it's damned irritating to have someone who won’t tell you things.”

“Hey now,” I responded, “I was giving you plausible deniability in case Comstar had any reasons to suspect you.”

“Fair point.” Hanse agreed, “But I don’t think that will be a problem for much longer if the Reports I’ve seen from Allard are correct.”

“What do you mean?” I inquired with a raised eyebrow. “What reports?”

“I forgot you were out of the loop due to not having an HPG.” Hanse sighed. “This room is secure?”

“Hanse.” I said., “This is the SLIC dropship Messenger. I don’t let people on it unless they’ve proven their loyalty beyond doubt.”

“Alright then.” Hanse stopped to collect his thoughts. “Chatter from all of the Intelligence groups across the Sphere indicates that Comstar is undergoing some sort of internal division.” He shrugged. “But that seems to just be the surface, MIIO assets inside of various Comstar stations are reporting that Terra isn’t communicating with the individual HPG’s anymore and that it’s sheer momentum that is holding Comstar together at this point.”

“Wait.” I said after he elaborated further. “You’re saying that there is a multi factioned civil war happening within Comstar’s ranks?”

“That is what appears to be happening, yes.” Hanse agreed. “So we are moving rapidly to have some troops in position to seize HPGs if a civil war becomes public knowledge.”

“Seriously?” I asked. “What happened while I was gone on that raid?”

“The Primus, Tiepolo died of a heart attack.” Hanse responded. “And it seems like there is a massive disagreement on who should be in charge, and that is causing the internal divisions we are seeing now.”

“Hmm.” I said in response. “Something to map out later I guess we’re coming up on the spoils of war now.”

“Damn.” Hanse said, “I didn’t realize that Comstar might be hiding this amount of hardware away, are those two Yardships?.” He asked a slightly incredulously.

“Yes Hanse, it’s two Yardships.” I responded. “Only one is operational though, our tech people are still working at unbricking the computer systems.”

“How many of these are operational?” Hanse asked, looking at the amount of ships we had stolen from Comstar. “This could change the face of the Inner Sphere.”

“There are three that are crewed and fully operational right at this time.” I said. “The Manassas,” I indicated the modified Aegis cruiser. “The Age of Discovery,” I highlighted the Potemkin, “And the Comstar built Narbonne.” I said. “The Narbonne is being crewed by our Marines until we train up a second crew for it.” I paused and grabbed the list that I had of the ships that should be able to move. “The battlecruiser, the transport, and two of the destroyers were in the final stages of being made ready by Comstar when we stole them. They need a small amount of time, and to be rearmed and they will be ready to go.”

“And the rest of them?” Hanse asked. “How long until they are ready to be activated and used?”

“Two years minimum work for many of them.” I said. “Some of them will take longer than others, Comstar thought that they had more time than they did, Luckily, we stole all of the parts that were needed for the repairs and so we don’t have to manufacture them in house.”

“Any chance we can borrow the second Yardship when it’s up and running?” Hanse asked me. “We’ve got some Warships in Mothballs that could use the help restoring them.” He paused. “Assuming you have the data to build the parts that will be needed.”

“We pulled every piece of data that they had on their station and one of the Yardships.” I told him. “Considering the station was a Terran Hegemony repair depot and station, I think we can find what we need, we may need to get NAIS on some of it though.” I said. “My people are kinda focused on manufacturing and ground based stuff aside from the select group that are working on the Warships we stole.”

“I’ll bring Ian in on this and we can work something out.” Hanse told me. “Now, you said something about giving us some of these vessels?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I’m sending you back to New Avalon or somewhere hidden with the Battlecruiser, the transport and a Destroyer.”

“Why?” He asked me. “You have the opportunity here to carve out your own Kingdom if you wished.”

“That’s way too much work.” I laughed. “I’m already swamped with paperwork and other things as is.” I said. “And, the Battlecruiser is harder to maintain than the other ones I have for now so I’m going to need you to take it with you so I can ease some of the financial burdens off of Sharpshooter.” I shrugged. “While we’re still in the black, we already have a couple of money sinks for right now until we can get some of them up and running, short term losses for long term profits.”

“I understand.” Hanse said. “You’re trying to foist some of your work onto me.” He held a serious face for a bit and then started laughing, the serious atmosphere now broken. “You’re becoming just like Ian, I thought I could trust you but instead you’ve betrayed me.”

“Boo hoo.” I responded with a laugh. “I’m giving you a small squadron of Warships and all you can do is complain, looks like someone doesn’t really want to go on adventures with me.”

“No, you’re taking me on the next adventure or raid.” Hanse told me bluntly. “You run into trouble and profit everywhere you go, it’s about time that I get to go do something fun instead of Ian.”

“Fine, I’ll let you know when we go on our next expedition.” I told him. “But it’s not all fun and games, I end up doing a lot of work to get everything ready before and settled afterwards.”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy-Six: A Hop,Skip, and a Jump

Kentares IV, Draconis March, Federated Suns, December 20th, 3016

“Daddy!” My son David ran up to me, excited to see me after having been gone for nearly eight months.

“David.” I scooped him up and wrapped him in my arms, gently squeezing him in a hug. This moment was promptly ruined by a nearly seven year old Melissa Steiner running up with an “Uncle Mark!” And trying to get scooped up as well.

“You’re both so big!” I said in an exaggerated voice. “Why, soon you won’t love your dear old dad or Uncle Mark anymore.”

“You are old.” Melissa agreed, to the amusement of Katrina Steiner who was trying to stifle laughter.

“I’m only two years older than your mother. I'll have you know.” I said with fake anger.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t have gray hairs.” Melissa pointed out the silver starting to poke through in parts of my hair and beard. “Neither does dad.”

“I have gray hair because I earned it.” I told her bluntly. “If you had as much to worry about as I did early on you would have gray hair too.” I fake pouted, turning to my son and throwing him up into the air to his squeals of delight.

“I take it you’re spending Christmas here?” I asked Katrina, while distracting Mel.

“Yes.” Katrina finally got out after she had finished howling with laughter. “We’re using this as a getaway until February, then I’ve got some operations to oversee that I’d like to consult you on.”

“Well, I’m going to have to bring David with me.” I told Katrina. “I don’t like leaving him to his own devices, and I need to start him on some of the schooling that Natasha and I had planned.”

“That is fine,” Katrina agreed. “I need to work something out with Ian anyway.”

“Well, if you’re here until February, I need to set up a meeting between you, Thomas Calderon, and Ian Davion.” I added as we began the trip to my ducal estate. “Jaime Wolf has some extremely important intelligence to share with the three of you.”

“Might as well turn it into a working vacation then.” Katrina sighed. “And after I convinced Nondi and Frederick to take over for a couple of months too.”

“It’ll only take a week or so,” I threw in. “It’s important, but it’s not something that you can deal with while on vacation anyway.”




December 25th, 3016

“Merry Christmas!” I woke everyone up in the mansion on the intercom system. “Today’s breakfast, homemade from scratch cinnamon rolls, fresh coffee or hot chocolate, and bacon.”

“You are awesome!” Arthur Luvon greeted me with a smile, the only other morning person present aside from me. “No staff on Christmas?” He asked me as he helped the bleary eyed Melissa, Katrina, and Elsa into their seats around the small table.

“I give them Christmas off.” I agreed . “And I don’t get to cook nearly as often as I like, and while I haven’t been very good about it over the last couple of years, it’s an old family tradition of mine to make cinnamon rolls for breakfast on Christmas day.”

“Really now?” Katrina having had some of the coffee finally perked up. “Why is that?”

“Well, my dad was always a science guy, and when he discovered that baking and cooking was another type of science he had a year long period of baking and cooking everything, and during Christmas time was when he finally managed to perfect his cinnamon rolls. And ever since, that’s what we have on Christmas morning.”

“Interesting.” Katrina said, “Not quite what I expected, but it makes sense.”

“If you don’t want the kids loaded down with sugar.” I added, “I did make some without icing.”

“It’s Christmas, let them have the sugar.” Arthur said, gesturing to where David was almost finished with his cinnamon roll, and was trying to drink his hot chocolate without it burning him.

“Fine.” Katrina gave a mock glare at her husband. “But you get to feed Adam.” She gave the eighteen month old to her husband for him to feed.

After having a nice and comfortable breakfast, we finally made our way to the massive Christmas tree in the main lobby, I had couched brought in over the week for precisely this moment, and we allowed the children to tear open their presents, their laughter and joy filing the air.

“Why are you sad?” Elena Susanne Steiner, nicknamed Elsa asked me after a moment.

“A little bit.” I gave a watery smile as I helped the four year old into my lap. “Auntie Natasha is gone, and she’s missing a lot of David’s life right now.” I told her, “So I’m recording everything so that she can see what he did while she was gone. It's hard to be apart from people you love sometimes.” I said with a wan smile.

“It’s okay Uncle Mark.” Elsa gave me a hug, before scampering off to play with some of the toys that had been opened.

“You ready for your gift?” I asked Katrina. “I finally got authorization from Ian to do this anyway.”

“You got us a gift?” Katrina asked. “I already owe you for the list you gave me years ago, don’t sink me further into debt now.”

“You’ll want this gift.” I told her, as I handed her a box.”

“Wow, a data core.” She said sardonically before she glanced down and read the label on the core. “A data core!” her brain had finally clicked into gear, but she had seemingly frozen, not knowing what to do.

“I think you broke her.” Arthur chuckled. “The only time I ever managed that was the day I proposed, and hear you’ve done it twice now.” He kept laughing. “Next time you’ll have to take me with you on an adventure, so I can give her gifts like this.”

“Get in line.” I said, “Hanse is first on the list, and the list keeps growing with every House Lord and important person I meet.”




January 15th, 3017

“Duke Hull, a pleasure to see you again.” Zarantha Calderon said as she walked into my office. “Though you seem to have aged a good deal since our last meeting.”

“And you seemed to have aged backwards.” I said in reply as I rose and shook her hand. “I heard that Thomas was Protector now, but I didn’t expect you to be dropping by for a visit, have a seat, make yourself at home.”

“Thank you.” She said as I poured her a glass of sweet tea. “This is a vacation of sorts, with me being partially an ambassador for Thomas, and partially me being able to travel and enjoy the galaxy in my slightly advanced age.”

“You’re what? Sixty-Seven?” I asked. “That’s not advanced age.”

“It is when you are the ruler of a nation.” She said tiredly. “I can see it on you already, and you have only been doing this for a fraction of the time that most rulers do.”

“I think I understand what you mean.” I said, “Now, seeing as you are already here, it saves me the trouble of having to contact Thomas…”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Briefing
Kentares IV, Draconis March, Federated Suns March 3rd, 3017

“Wolf,” I greeted the man as he walked into the briefing room. “Is this secure enough for what you’re planning?”

“It is.” He agreed. “Thank you for your assistance in this matter.”

“You’re welcome.” I told him, “Now let’s get this show on the road.”

Ian and Hanse walked in first, followed by Katrina and Arthur, and Zarantha Calderon was the last one to walk into the meeting room

“Good evening.” I greeted the assembled nobles. “This is a briefing put together by myself and Colonel Wolf here.” I started. “It covers two main threats to the Inner Sphere, and potentially to our current way of life.” I took a breath. “We are going to ask you to hold any questions until the end of this briefing. We’ll be here for a while anyway, and we may answer some of your questions as we go.”


“We’re going to start with a small history lesson.” I said and passed the briefing over to Jaime Wolf.




Hour later…

“My first thought was to simply explain how the Clans fought, and how to meet them in regular combat.” Jaime Wolf admitted. “But Duke Hull here managed to change my mind on this matter after showing me how he would handle the Clans and their way of combat.”

“Simply put, all warfare is based on deception.” I quoted from memory. “So I would lie, and “bid” forces, only to have the opposing side meet air support, or extra Mithril clad infantry in order to overwhelm the enemy forces. Given that I would give priority orders to make sure that they couldn’t communicate, information would hopefully not leak out.” I got going. “And once it did leak out, I would conduct asymmetrical warfare, and run circles around them, having strength against weak forces, and weak forces supported by heavy artillery at every stage.” I shrugged. “If you want a world so badly that you’re willing to lose most of the forces you bring with you then you’re welcome to have it.” I smirked. “Until I come back with reinforcements that is.”


“Give me your opinion on the individual skill level that they possess.” Hanse said after some thought.

“On an individual level, they beat us in skill aside from the most elite of our forces.” I stated coldly. “That is both a good thing for them, and their failing.”

“How is that a failing?” Ian asked for the entire group.

“It’s a failing because aside from a certain respective few, they do not have the same teamwork ethics that we have tried to build.” I said, “Their entire culture is built upon survival of the fittest and every man for himself, this doesn’t contribute to their overall success on the long term.” I shrugged, “In fact, based on what Wolf here has told me, aside from a respective few Khans, most only see short term, and don’t typically think into the future as we do.”


“Combined arms is going to need to be a focus.” Hanse broke into the conversation. “Mark, what would it take to boost your tank production?”

“I need more lines, and I would have to take one line offline in order to duplicate it.” I went over to my ‘Noteputer to consult some notes. “Two to three years to duplicate the combat vehicle lines that I possess, assuming no other problems show up.”

“Katrina,” Hanse turned to her. “What of the Alacorn lines that are on New Earth? What would it take to get them back in production?”

“I need Gauss Rifles.” She stated. “I have had Defiance and some other companies working on it, but we haven’t had total success yet.” She turned to Ian and Hanse. “Unless you’ve come into a Gauss rifle production factory, we’re not going to be able to manufacture Alacorns.”


“We may be able to assist you in that.” Zarantha finally spoke up, having been silent for a little while. “My son and a fantastic team of researchers and engineers have been able to resurrect the Toro light mech, one of our Vincent Warships, and have begun to repair our jumpship yards.” She took a deep breath. “Given the magnitude of the threat, I’m certain that while Thomas may be upset with me, he will understand.”

“We managed to uncover a research facility on Victoria after seizing it from the Capellan Confederation, and while most of the research was dedicated to stealth technology on Battlemechs, there was also a functional Gauss Rifle factory in mothballs present.” She sighed, “Thomas had the Marksman relocate the factory to one of our primary manufacturing worlds, and it has been producing ever since.”

“What do you need in return for the Gauss Rifles.” Ian asked Zarantha point blank. “While the FedSuns have our own manufacture, all of them are already promised to various entities.”

“I shall have to talk to the various industries.” She said, and turned to me. “What do you have to offer to this meeting and seeming alliance we are forming?”

“Well, I bring my own fleet of Warships to the table.” I gave the list of Warships that we were in the middle of repairing to the assembled people. “And I’m going to be mounting another raid on Comstar in order to take out the rest of their Black Navy capacity.”

“That reminds me.” Ian said. “We have hard evidence that there is a civil war going on in Comstar.” He brought out a Pad and passed it to us to examine. “They aren’t letting it affect their current operations because they’ve limited it to Terra so far, but it appears that it’s starting to leak into various areas.” He showed us a MIIO report on the FWLM. “They are clearly taking sides in this conflict, and we have evidence of stations waiting days before sending their transmissions and things like that.”

“I’m going to be hitting a world and system that has been reporting to Comstar for a long time.” Katrina said as she turned to me. “Would you be willing to lend me some of your assets to assist?” She sighed. “We don’t have dedicated Marines trained anymore, and it is something that I’m going to have to incorporate into the LCAF once again.”

“Of course,” I replied. “Just let me coordinate and we can hit our objectives around the same time frame.”




March 5th, 3017

“Thank you for your input into the meeting Zarantha.” I said. “It’s been a pleasure having you here.”
“The pleasure was all mine.” She replied with a smile. “This is still less work than managing the Concordat, and I’m glad to have passed the torch onto Thomas.” She grinned, “And I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I give yet another gift to him from you.” She laughed, “His frustration with you is extremely funny to watch from a parenting angle, he views you as both an asset, and as a threat.”

“That’s what I am though.” I said confused, “I could potentially be a great threat.”

“You’re not a threat honey.” She patted my arm. “You try to do the right thing, and that means that you won’t ever be a threat to those who are doing the right thing.” She grinned. “That’s what makes you so appealing to the nobles that you have met. You’re honest and try to do what’s right, something of a rarity in the galaxy we live in today.”


Author's note: My laptop is fixed. Which is both a good thing and a bad thing, it's a good thing for me because it means I can finally do things with Megamek lab and other programs like that. It's a bad thing for you because it means my updates may slow down a bit...

 

[LordSunhawk]

So things are getting moving. Wouldn't the Dragoons be able to assist with Clantech production facilities and such? We know they were able to produce clantech on Outreach after all...

 

[The Whispering Monk]

So things are getting moving. Wouldn't the Dragoons be able to assist with Clantech production facilities and such? We know they were able to produce clantech on Outreach after all...

Sure, but they don't have Outreach yet...and that may get completely butterflied away unless Hull does something for that.

 

[MarkWarrior]

So things are getting moving. Wouldn't the Dragoons be able to assist with Clantech production facilities and such? We know they were able to produce clantech on Outreach after all...

Some of this will be answered as the story moves forward, but there's also the fact that Natasha's side story/adventures are taking place in Clan Space around this time as well.

Sure, but they don't have Outreach yet...and that may get completely butterflied away unless Hull does something for that.

The Butterflies completely rage in this fic.. And seeing as I'm basically copy/pasting everything that I've written over on Spacebattles (With a suitable amount of space in order for people to properly appreciate it) There' a lot more to come.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Raid
August 15th, 3017

“Remind me to send Hull a thank you note.” Katrina told Colonel Paige. “You’ve done a lot in a short amount of time.”

“We’re Marines ma’am.” Paige puffed her chest up a bit. “We don’t do things by half.” She grinned. “We’re better than infantry, we’re shipboard littoral combat specialists, we could have been Black Navy Sailors, but we chose violence instead.”


“Well, regardless of your job description, I’m glad to have you.” Katrina said. “You split your troops up to support this operation and Hull’s correct?”

“Yes Ma’am, we have two battalions of Marines at our disposal, one of them is with Hull, and I’m with the rest here.”

“We move in as soon as we get the go signal from our people on the inside.” Nondi Steiner spoke up. “Katrina will be staying behind while I supervise the operation.” Nondi Steiner met Colonel Paige’s eyes. “I need to know if you can follow my instruction and cooperate with the rest of our forces.”

“You can count on us.” Paige said firmly. “We are very good at our jobs.”




August 16th, 3017

“We have a go, people.” Nondi broadcasted to her forces, and the forces that had been hidden in the debris around the Odessa IV facility finally moved to take the shipyard. “The Archon wants a lot of prisoners for interrogation.”

“Marksman copies.” Paige replied as her Sting dropship dropped her and her company off. “We’re here and beginning our approach.”





Lutyen 68-28 August 15th, 3017

“Commodore!” The sensor officer called out to Commodore Frye. “We have two of the same class of ship we faced at Ross 248 present, but they’re shooting at each other.”

“Ma’am” the Communications officer spoke up. “We’re being hailed.”

“Let them speak.” Frye Commanded. “I want to hear what they have to say.”

“This is acting Captain Rogers of the CSV Bordeaux. If you help us out, we can work out whether to be enemies later, we didn’t sign up to commit atrocities across the Inner Sphere. I had to enact some desperate measures to say the least.”

“This is the Manassas, we hear you, indicate which vessel is the enemy, and we’ll be happy to assist.” Commodore Frye responded. “We can sort out whether to kill you or not later.”

“We’re receiving a data burst with IFF embedded.” The comms officer said. “Relaying IFF across the board now.”




“Listen up.” I said to Hanse Davion and the Marines with me. “We’re aiming for the two Yardships below, it seems that we stumbled into Comstar’s very own civil war, and now we get to step in. So watch your targets, if someone surrenders then disarm them and cuff them, we want data and intact machines.” I took a breath before continuing. “Mathis and Rook will be leading the assault on the station, you know what to do.”

“Sir,” Sergeant Lovell spoke up. “I’ve split up the tech specialists between companies so everyone has several, they’ve got the mapping data loaded as well, so they’ll be your guides.”

“You heard the Sergeant , follow your tech specialists, they’re on point for this op” I said.


“Yes sir!” They responded. And now the hard part began, waiting to get close enough to jump to the Yardship.

“I thought waiting in the rear of the frontlines for information was bad.” Hanse observed to me via laser comms. “Waiting to be dropped off at an objective is worse.”

“You get used to it after a while.” I responded, “I forgot you got promoted quickly enough to skip a lot of the stuff that sucks as a front liner.”

“That, and I always had something to do.” Hanse said. “I’m not used to just being along for the ride.”

“Well, in a couple of minutes you won’t be worried about that.” I said as I stood up and grabbed onto the handle above the “bomb bay” “Get ready Marines!”







“Commodore, the enemy vessel labeled the CSV Montpellier is drifting, and the Bordeaux is damaged.”

“Make sure to divert a couple of the boarding parties their way.” Frye said. “We may be able to salvage it.”

“Ma’am, Captain Rogers wants to speak to you.” The comms officer said.

“Alright, I’ll speak to him.” Frye responded.

“Manassas,” Captain Rogers started. “We’ve taken some heavy damage, we’re powering down weapons and slaving control over to you.”

“Copy that Captain Rogers, prepare to receive Marines to enforce this.” Frye responded.

“We’ll accept just about anything as long as you’re not shooting at us right now.” Captain Rogers said.




“Nice to meet some fellow professionals.” Paige said to the members of the 6th Hesperus Guards.

“Good to see some other Marines out here.” The fellow Colonel responded. “Thanks for the Powered armor, it’s nice to have some advantages here out in space for once.”

“They’re pretty nice to have.” Paige agreed. “Certainly makes my job easier when my people can survive mistakes to learn from them.”

The two groups of Marines continued down the corridor, clearing out any opposition and ensuring that no one did any damage to the Shipyards.

“How goes the capture of the two Yardships?” Paige asked. “I’m worried they may try and skuttle them.”

“We captured one of them, but they seemingly bricked the system's controls, it’s stuck drifting in space until we can get them fixed.” The other Colonel shrugged, “The second one self destructed as soon as we got near it.”

“We may have some things that will help with the bricked Yardship,” Paige responded, “But we should probably finish our current job first.”

“You’re right.” He agreed, and tossed a flashbang into the next room. “First.” He entered the room with Paige hot on his heels.




“This is terrifying,” Hanse said as we used the Jump jets on our Mithril to navigate to a lifeboat. “One bad move and we’re gone.”

“That’s why we attached the tethers to the ship.” I responded. “We’re here.” We breached the lifeboat and got into the Yardship.

“This wasn’t in my reports.” I said as we stepped over bodies littering the corridor. “I’m afraid this could be really bad.”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter Seventy-Eight (Continued): Dead Space

Lutyen 68-28 August 15th, 3017

“Mark, I don’t like the look of this.” Hanse said as we advanced through the Yardship, seeing only scattered corpses and blood streaks along the walls and floors.

“Hanse, I don’t either, but the lights are still on, and we’re much better armed and armored than these poor bastards were.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than the lights turned off, the emergency lighting casting odd shadows and causing a haunting effect.

“Night vision on people, and guns at the ready,” I told the various fireteams with me. “I want everyone’s head on a swivel, this isn’t anything like what’s happening anywhere else.” I had advanced comms systems loaded into my custom Mithril suit, allowing me to at least monitor the situation.

“Colonel!” One of the Marines who had been with me since the inception of the Marksman called out. “This body looks strange.”

“Huh, you’re right.” I replied, this one seems to have been torn apart instead of ripped apart by weapons fire.” I raised my rifle. “Get ready people, this body was fresh, so we’re getting closer to whatever it was that is killing these people.”

We finally reached the door to the bridge, and it had been sealed shut. “Lovell, open it up.” I ordered, even though I knew it was probably a bad idea. “Everyone else, get ready, whatever it is that’s killing these people is stuck on the bridge.”

“Ready boss?” Lovell asked.

“We clear?” I asked to head nods and affirmatives. “Open it.” I uttered with finality, ready to shoot whatever came through the door.

What it was, was a man. A crazed man with open wounds, and open cybernetics chained throughout his body. You could see through his facial expression that he was in pain, but he was still fighting through.

“Kill me please.” He said. “They put this stuff in me, made me do terrible things.” He said while his body readied itself to try and kill us. Looking down the iron sights of my rifle, I pulled my trigger once, drilling the center of his head, and causing his body to drop lifeless and stiff against the ground.

“Give me your thermite.” I told our explosives expert,. “I want this body burned now.” The marine just nodded, unspooling his cords of thermite and helping me layer the body with them.” As soon as we finished, the corpse tried to move and get up but we triggered the explosives, melting the cybernetics and flesh off of the body, and causing the skeleton to fuse in several places.

“This is why Comstar needs to be destroyed.” I looked at Hanse’s faceplate. “Because they believe it is their right to play God and do things like that to people.” I sighed, “Let’s take the bridge, I don’t think there’s anyone left on this Yardship to oppose us.”

“Sir, computer systems are entirely intact, and my teams are reporting that they didn’t even manage to start wiping the computers, probably due to that clusterfuck we walked into.” Lovell reported. “We’ll have the Yardship up and moving in fifteen.”




“Everybody okay?” Acting Captain Rogers asked. “I know we just took a beating after all.”

“I’m good.” The gunnery officer responded, followed by the rest of the bridge crew. “I hope those Marines bring some extra medical supplies though.” The communications officer said. “We’ve got more wounded crewmates than the infirmary is able to handle.”

“They’ll be docking in fifteen.” Rogers responded. “I’ll greet them and explain our medical needs to them.” He sighed heavily. “It’s not like we’d be able to put up much of a fight right now anyway.”




“Commodore,” The Comms officer said. “Duke Hull is reporting that the Yardship they hit has been taken intact, no casualties, the second Yardship is reporting minor casualties, and a partial lockout of the computer systems similar to what happened in the Ross 248 system, only not as comprehensive.”

“And the space station?” Frye asked, I want the status on that.

“Mathis is reporting minimal losses, and that the station will take another couple of hours to clear out the last holdouts.”

“Good, when we have our marines on board the CSV Bordeaux have them treat the enemy wounded, we’re not savages after all.”

“Yes Ma’am, relaying the message.”




Odessa, Lyran Commonwealth, August 16th, 3017

“Those fucking Savages!” Paige swore. “They’re lucky we managed to intercept the fucking thing.”

“I get it.” Major Jenkins agreed. “Even when we were out for blood against the Capellans, we never tried to take it out on a civilian population, much less what these bastards decided to do.”

“Blaze is going to crucify Comstar against a wall.” Paige said with finality. “Chopper was his best friend, and he died to a dirty fucking nuke!”

“Ma’am! We have multiple nuclear missile launches detected, they’re targeting the Lyran Dropships.”

“Fuck!” Colonel Felicia Paige swore again. “Wait, why are our Dropships leaving?”

“They’re intercepting the Nukes ma’am.” Jenkins said. “With everyone we have being in Mithril, we stand the greater chance of survival.”

“We’re going to lose a lot of people, Jenkins.” She replied. “And those crews aren’t easily replaceable.”

“This is the Sting class gunship Archon’s Favor.” Echoed through the open comms channels. “Tell our old fireteam member Katrina that we’ll…” A white flash shone as bright as the local sun for a split second before disappearing to reveal that they had managed to intercept alll of the nukes headed for the other dropships, at the expense of the lone gunship.

“Dammit.” Jenkins swore. “Those guys were with us from the beginning, I served with them against the pirates while we were stationed in the Concordat.”

“I know Jenkins.” Paige patted his armor clad shoulder. “I know.”

“I hate these kinds of ops.” Jenkins muttered underneath his breath. “Even when you succeed, you feel like you lost something important in return.”

“Yeah,” Paige agreed, “Sometimes these ops make you feel like losing hope.”


Author's note: Well, that took a much darker tone than I intended when I started this chapter, but I'm going to leave it because I think it fits..