Pirate Wars Aquagea
Gene watched as his forces moved into their position.
"God, that's a lot of metal." Darryl breathed out in shock.
One of the lead machines raised a hand in a mech scale salute. "Highlanders." a new voice, a man's voice that Gene didn't recognize remarked.
He turned to regard the speaker. Underneath a homespun cloak a uniform peaked out, at the collar were the pins of a SLDF Chaplain. He gave an uncharacteristic groan of exasperation, the sheriff had said a lot about their preacher... and a lot of it just sounded absurd, droll, and nothing he wanted to pay much mind to. On the other hand, the man was right, "Highlanders," He agreed. "I shouldn't surprised you were the guys who made it to the stasis tubes."
The older man regarded him, and Gene felt his hackles raise, "LX Corp suffered against the betrayer's minions. I am sorry for your dead colonel, but your parents died defending the light of civilization, the orders to fall back were done to keep that fire alive. Do you believe the pirates when they say they're fighting for Amaris?"
"Some of them." Gene replied through gritted teeth, "Kelly was probably barking up the wrong tree in the Reach, most of them were there for the money, McGirk seems to be fighting over some grudge with ComStar." He stopped, and took a breath, ignored the looks that the sheriff was giving the chaplain "Given the claim I don't think Kelly is lying," It was a stupid thing to try and lie about, and then there was the hardware issues cropping up, and why there was RimWorld equipment turning up, being reported as well.
"How long will you be staying?"
"A couple of weeks, trade negotiations and the 2ndLight Horse Regiment are off hunting pirates. So we'll be here a few weeks at the minimum." Darryl at this piped up with the discussion about training.
"These people need to know how to defend themselves." Mercer stated.
No one pointed out that before they had mechs it had just been men in light vehicles with auto rifles. Hardly enough to run off a serious pirate incursion. … "From what I've seen you've started,"
Yan shrugged, caught up in between of the situation. "Preacher, you came up from Leon," the planetary capital in the south, "Are there any, is there any chance the SLDF left anything behind down there?"
"In terms of 'mechs?" Reins Mercer shook his head, "No Sheriff, most of LX Corps facilities after fighting the Taurians and Rim World were caught in the middle of the Free Worlds League and Capellans fight over the planet." Yan cursed, but the chaplain continued, "A part of an old Terran division resettled here though, and brought machines with them along with what the people fleeing Lone Star were able to bring."
That was important Gene figured since it did confirm their suspicions, hopes, but also, "Is there anyone else who made it to stasis tubes?"
"I'm the last one I should have been woken up at the turn of the century. The people who settled on Aquagea had left the Combine with what they could bring with them, the damage done to the regular facilities here meant some chose to move further into the Periphery, while others would chose to fight for their new home." It made sense he supposed, they'd been surprised by the remains of the old stations being up and running when they had arrived in system, "For the same reasons they did not bring much in the way of hardware."
Gene accepted, "Lets get down to business then. Chang will be coming in from Leon," Via a hop aboard a DropShip, "we'll be here for a couple of weeks, and we can attempt to run through any of your pilots who want the training in lance or even company wide drills. There is no ComStar presence on the planet so Black Jack may continue to pass you by."
In reply to the optisim the sheriff tilted his head, "Or he might not, I know what Germanium costs Gene, we've been talking about buying arms from Detroit on the way back, but people don't sell battlemechs and its one thing to drive a mining truck a tank is a different story." The bald man replied, "And mercenaries are scarce pickings even with the money we have."
"Leon bought those tanks off of quickcell,"Darryl quipped. The planetary capital had bought Scorpions, and Bulldogs as part of the expansion of the planetary defense budget. It was the right move probably, they had done that or started talking about after Zathras had invaded, and then had committed once BlackJack had really started getting active, or maybe even because of more local changes, or further apart … the first battle of Luxen. "That was a start in the right direction I thought."
Gene looked around the room, "That would be a question for the planetary government,"
"Yan nodded, and you made the offer to us, suppose if you made the offer to Leon you'd have to charge for it," He scratched his head, "we've got a mishmash of 'mechs," He jerked his finger to Darryl, "When this knucklehead of a wrench isn't foolin' with his own Centurion he spends his time keeping the other ones fixed up. We have a haul Germanium coming up we were going to take to market we've just been waiting for the chance to have a JumpShip take us to Detroit."
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Gene thumped back against the couch of his Marauder's cockpit, flashing motes dancing across his command software's holographic spaces. All greens and blues, he blew out a breath. "Outside of time in the stasis tube, I put the chaplain at sixty or seventy. Maybe older..." Now that he thought about it he wasn't sure who was older Reins or the sheriff, "and I've yet to see his Mech."
"Older that guy looks barely into his thirties. I know you guys were built different," Septim paused from within the cockpit of his Merlin as the door in the side of the mesa opened, "Holy shit." The Highlanders were already in place. MacIntyre's Machine was waiting inside the door for them, and waved them forward using the Assault 'mechs hand. "But for real?"
"At least, Terran medicine is strong." Gene quipped, "if he was with LX Corp here when the Taurians came in -"
"The Taurians used nukes." Septim interrupted.
"Only on the ships in orbit." Gene replied, "I don't think they managed to get close enough to use nuclear weapons on the planet, "I can't say anything about Leon, but the Rim World hit Via Caballero because there was a mixed force up this way. From the sound of it, -" He radio squelched as one of the White Shields tapped in. The Marauder II's feed transferred to the surrounding mountain side. "What am I looking at?"
"A weapons cache."
"Excuse me?"
"After the fighting they gathered up most of their weapons and stored them here," The warrior in the assault mech paused, "I expect that they only found this the hard way by looking in the general area, which was how we found it." The magnification expanded. The locals had needed to fell trees, bringing in heavy equipment to clear the brush and dirt, surrounding countryside... and it was an ugly blockhouse like structure. It would have been easy to miss if not for the town militia was still sort of using it, "They need better defenses, the pirates would be able to find it."
Gene grunted to put it on the list... but the truth was he doubted that was the only reason the White Shields had called him up. The man was hoping that even if they weren't mechwarriors whatever Terrans had come in here had been his own distant relations. His computer squawked as the AI of the Facility integrated his Dalban comms system into the secured local conversation that Dante and MacIntyre were connected to, and his Marauder, and Septim's Merlin moved into the Outpost Castle. "We'll start training in the morning." Which wasn't far off at this point if they were going to be up at 0430, "We won't have time to try and run it like we did Luxen, I don't know what they'll be willing to trade for, but if Alavi starts selling them weapons in exchange for Germanium the planetary government is probably going to complain."
Which of course went into what passed for governance in the periphery. He thought about the conversation he had had with Mercer, and about all the stasis tubes that had been within the Fotress Dieron... and how many people here might havepieces of, heirlooms of grandparents or great grandparents. "Could register them with the MRB, say they're mercenaries working for the mining consortium, or the stock association here. It'd be fiction, but it'd be legal fiction boss. We' have to take them to Detroit for that boss, and no offense they'd need a better name Shepherd's Company." He accepted the ribbing from the Lyran, and he wasn't wrong that was an option.
"They're going to need air cover of some kind."
"No offense boss but we need more air cover."
Gene eased his Marauder forward entering the castle's inner doors and the outer ones closed behind them, "Partisan tanks would work as well." He admitted.