Main Branch Timeline
January 3018
Highland Faire 11
Yvonne Davion paged down through the document as the countess across from her was clearly fighting a losing battle against her growing migraine. All of the documents were clearly marked classified Star League Royal Command. HPG transmission log dates. These were not antique inventory filings of a long gone age.
These had been issued out of a printer on request. The documents contained similar requisition data to what had come out of the Robinson Brian Cache. She had had copies made of the later so that she could highlight the details on those for reference. It authorized a brevet colonel Shepherd to pull the files and print them out.
"There are differences."
Authorization. Authentication.
... "The most likely explanation is that Robinson was assigned to a different area command. Northwind would have been a Hegemony world." but in theory the Brian Cache and whatever facility these had been pulled from would have both been issued under Hegemony postings.
More byzantine alpha numeric designations that they hadn't deciphered the meaning of... and Campbell had been acting weird as well.
"He said the ... security bolts had been blown,"
"Yes, security precautions, the implication is there must be some roundabout way to get to the port... explains their disappearing." Which of course was a security concern for the castle, but far less of a priority than materiel which... "I assume these are incomplete." He referred to Campbell by the rank of Captain, Campbell's official rank was Colonel. He commanded a Highlander Fusiliers regiment in defense of the planet... there was no reason to refer to the older man as captain.
... and there should have been no reason for the highlander to follow it but Alexandria clearly decided not to mention that.
Another anomaly... and one that Kerston, who of course was old enough to have known Campbell since had had still been a captain should have known better.
"They're the files they had available."
And Campbell had not expected to hand them over... at least not when she had appeared. He had looked like he had been about to argue about handing them over. Perhaps later they might have brought the documents forward, but at that moment.
They could reasonably expect that this was unrelated to the sudden Azami appearance... but that was only a small comfort. It also raised further questions about motivation. They had been working off of understanding details that Hegemony officers must have been privy to some sort of highly incriminating information regarding the Combine at the end of the Star league. Admiral Clancy had been an officer of the Terran starfleet... in an era when there had been actual warships.
... and before he had gone into the stasis tube the last reports of the admiral had chronicled significant need to act against the Combine. There had been SLDF personnel who had joined the AFFS and there had been dedicated enemies of the combine. The Fox's Teeth came to mind. The Blue Star Irregulars were technically still Mercenaries... but there were units who had come into the fold.
... and of course that the Azami were showing up that was something to consider. She needed information about what was going on over the Combine border. If this was what it was purported to be a significant migration out of combine territory, as a result of the snakes having begun a significant campaign of either political repression or outright ethnic cleansing then that meant there were Combine units tied up on worlds not immediately on the front line. The question was which units, and which worlds... but even that could be speculated on based on implications in chatter among the Rasalhague movement.
They were still waiting for any indication that there was going to be a general rebellion, or that it was moving in that direction. Any DCMS units tied down outside of the Terran corridor was a tactical advantage to their plans.
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Gene eased the Marauder into his assigned spot as his speakers piped in the sounds of the street and he watched waving pennants of Tara's main avenue leading to and from the Starport. He had a prime vantage on the wide ferrocrete landing deck, and also of the little stars getting steadily larger and brighter that were dropships inbound.
He could very much have done without the pipers playing March of the Cameron Men as the Highlanders moved to assembly through the streets... but it was their planet... and hopefully it really was just them standing on ceremony coupled with the fatigue catching up with him. What he really needed was a goodnight's sleep.
Not that that wasn't his own fault at least in part. They'd... Gene had made the cadets / the robinson troops more broadly participate in night time excercises.
For all that the Atlas was Iconic of the Star League in popular memory the Highlander was older. So too was the Pillager. The hundred ton assault mech had been in use in the Reunification War and its subsequent 3Z had been buried in warfighting stocks in numbers well in excess of the skull faced monster Kerensky had laid out the specs for. Harlaw looked promising though, but well... the Azami were here, and the Highlanders had put together the reception, and he was expected to be here.
"Conditions in the Combine seem to have potentially reached a breaking point." Which suggested that the loss of the Galedon Regulars under Samsonov at Elidere may have just compromised enough to tip the balance. Or it had just given that impression to units already looking for an opportunity to rebel or escape the combine, something that had given them the one last push they needed...
... but he doubted simply taking Dieron would be enough to force the combine into civil war... Takashi Kurita sounded like a paranoid bastard but the line of succession wasn't unclear. He had a single son, and any succession beyond that would require cousins who simply weren't plugged into the apparatus of power there was no apparent threat of a palace coup at the moment. "We don't that for sure," He replied to Abner's comment. The Lyran was within his Terran Atlas... probably just as much as a status symbol as Lyran Noble as it was for... if this shit went horribly wrong. "But it certainly sounds like the Combine's attention is elsewhere."
"So you'll be going?"
"I was always going, this possibly makes things easier."
"I should be able to help furnish support for the dependents, but IE has a policy of neutrality beyond that. I can't participate in offensive operations... and it can't appear as if we're supporting the conquering power's activities in that."
Legalese for any kind of lostech work that needed to be done on Dieron was going to walk an awful fine line, and potentially set a time frame measures potentially months or even years out. "I know. I've read IE's charter." Abner had insisted he do when he'd taken the first IE job... And was also aware that Abner's colleagues were not always so scrupulous but for the moment there were a lot of eyes. "I'm sure the Azami will appreciate any assistance for their dependents."
"Boss." Septim cut in over the comms as his Merlin piped in. "We've got movement."
Gene glanced at his scopes, telemetry processing the slow steady descent as the DropShips continued on the guide path from Tara's starport. "Clarify?" He asked tapping the computer.
"Not up there, I'm reading units patching into the unit command channel."
He blinked and reached up, initial assumption were light horse units coming onto the parade route to join them. Dante was remote controlling Regimental systems through a Fury so it wasn't unlikely that the AI was folding units into the command network without actively telling him. A quick mental interrogative brought up the postings of the units.
The Eridani while positioned in a respectful position though were marked opposite and farther down. They and the Blue Star irregulars were posted just ahead of a Davion unit that traced its lineage back to the SLDF. Abner was with them.. well he was with them because he had fought at Elidere if the unit was going to be here Abner had earned that right if he wanted to.
A heavy set man with a thick lumberjacks beard and a green SLDF pilot suit handshaked from a Highlander. "Colonel Shepherd, I'm Major MacKay I've been tasked to your command." He only elaborated so far on that before connecting them into a video conference with the one eyed Black Watch Commander.
"I was under the impression you were on Friendly enough terms with the Azami."
"Aye," For a minute he almost expected the old MechWarrior to call him laddie, but the man stopped and nodded, "We are Colonel. No, its not their visit that is the reason. MacKay and his men are under your command for other reasons. Not to just to strike a blow at all blackguard traitors but to provide a core for a highlander detachment you'll assemble for your inevitable search for what happened. I suspect the Azami travelling into the deep periphery should give you what the books calls cover for action."
Gene would have really preferred he not be just told he was being placed in command of a Highlander unit... and especially not in their present situation. They were going to have to have a talk about what this entailed... and then he was going to have to explain this to Field Marshal Davion
Within the Davion Command Center the Prince's Champion glanced at her staff intelligence officer, as the signals changed. Shepherd's Company featured a fairly bland unit insignia on its MRB page a symetrical Cameronian starburst set on green flanked by gray. It was an emblem that only appeared in the MRB file likely having been submitted at the request of ComStar but to the best of her recollection the closest she could recall was the roundel which was gray white painted on the the wings of the DropShips Sam Houston, and San Saba. She suspected that the lack of pilots for the ASF they had inventory, that would of course now had pilots might receive the roundels but that was a very recent change.
"Ma'am."
"I see it." She resisted throwing a suspicious look at the any one of the plaentary officials. Apparently someone thought it would be funny to redesignate Shepherd's Company as a Highlander Regiment. It had been added to the rolls of units, but also it reflected where the unit had been placed on the parade route near the front. "Get me the Colonel's Marauder." She ordered prompting a sharpish nod from the junior officer who moved quickly.
A voice cracked over, "One moment Dante," A Highlander's voice fell silent in the background, "yes Field Marshal?"
"Commander Shepherd have you spoken with the planetary authorities."
"I just finished with the colonel of the regiment," Which was a fancy distinction of honor that really was equivalent to adjuntant general commanding the planetary militia, "apparently seeing fit to inform me of dispensation to hire and recruit from Northwind. Its not a paper arrangement."
"This relates to the facility at Harlech I assume."
"Yes ma'am." He replied.
There was a cough, "Your grace, the dropships are preparing to touch down." The bagpipes swelled in their playing through the speakers. A few minutes later, "They're on the ground starport control is finishing safety checks," and finally those checks finished with dispensation that they could disembark and make their way down.
It was only a limitted procession. The welcoming comittee completely dwarfed the small contingent that was cleared to make the trip, but they were late to the Highland Faire and were getting a cordial demonstration of hospitality, but also a demonstration of probably just how important punctuality was supposed to be.
Inside his cockpit Gene leaned back as he confirmed the receipt as they started those down process blowing off the safety foam, and double checked that he was radio dark again. He sighed parsing through the tasking. This would have been highly irregular even in the Star League, Dante even though he was going along with this... might even potentially be encouraging it had cosigned the packet. It was not...
... technically speaking the Black Watch remnant had amended the last orders issued by Colonel Schmitt with mission critical information... that was to say that despite the Hegemony being gone, the League being gone, and only a very very narrow lead as by all indications ranking Hegomony officer he was supposed to locate and relay orders... ideally they wanted him to find where the Cameron twins had been shiped off to find what had happened... dream of dreams find the Terran Hegemony in Exile and restore the golden age of the Star League
No Pressure.
He wasn't sure ... Hanzo was game, Septim seemed prepared for what they were going to do, Bahar and the Azami were signed on... but how exactly was he supposed to let the others know. Bubbles, and Beau didn't know, and that couldn't be sustained.
Regardless of whether or not that the tasking orders were slated to allow him to fill out mech and armor, and infantry from Northwind.
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Notes: Update schedule remainder of week, tentative, this is going up early (obviously) Saturday's update is of course per standard AH thread update of the chian warlord thread, I need to respond to some questions for that. I plan though it is not definitive to update Sufficently Advanced Magic, my percy jackson jump (in my jumpchain thread), and the 2
nd Luxen (that will probably end up being sunday) with the arrival at Pioche and smilodons.
Anyway moving on, this is the set up for the big expansion of the company with the clear introduction of the begnining of Claymore and Bardiche following.