The year is 2475. The Time of the Battlemech has come, and there is no end to the war in sight. But where there is war, there is also opportunity. What does it take to carve out a nation? Can a man declare independence and maintain it? Or will he be crushed under the weight of destiny? Time will tell.
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Kingdom Building (Carving Out a Nation During the Age of War) A Battletech AU
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Date: February 5, 2475
Location: Mallory's World, Federated Suns
"Thank you for being willing to come and meet with me," Duke Mallory nodded at the other two planetary rulers. "I know what risks you must have taken, so I will ensure that it is worth the price that must have been paid."
"Speak," Duchess Alexandra David glared. "We have given the Coordinator's usual eyes something else to see, but we do not possess the time in which to dally."
"Agreed," Duke Roger Mara nodded, his thin frame at odds with his deep voice.
"For too long have we been victims of either the Federated Suns or the Draconis Combine's strikes across the borders," Duke Alton Mallory began. "I know that in the past decade alone, I have dealt with strikes that brought serious harm to my world and people from the Draconis Combine, with no reprisal or even a word of support from New Avalon. I know the same has happened to you and yours. But with the Coordinator ignoring even the most basic of requests to sustain further strikes into the Lyran Commonwealth."
"You are correct that we have not been given support by the coordinator much of late," Duke Mara crossed his arms defensively. "But we are loyal to the Draconis Combine."
"Why would we declare for you?" Duchess David glared. "What benefit would it be to us to abandon our loyalties? And why would you choose to trust us afterwards if we did? Knowing that we can be bought, should it be valuable enough?"
"I am tired of being taxed and seeing no benefit," Duke Mallory replied. "My people suffer, but see no relief. Our food goes out, but we are paid little in return. I do not offer this out of spite, but out of what I believe is necessity. We are neighbors, regardless of what side we have been on in the past; we know how we are treated. First, we are taken by one nation, and then, in the next few years, we are taken by another. Again and again, this cycle repeats itself. I say enough!" The Federated Suns duke slammed his clenched fist on the table. "I do not say we should abandon our nations, but declare our independence. We must forge our own path into the future. You ask what benefits you would gain?" Mallory locked eyes with Duchess David. "You would gain your liberty. You would gain the ability to do as you wish with your fuel industry. I know you have long sought to establish your own factories for war machines; you could do as you wish. You would no longer have to answer to New Samarkand. As for you, Duke Mara. Long, have your harvests been seized by wandering Samurai pretending at honor as they strike further into the Federated Suns. Often leaving your people starving and barely able to feed themselves. For the short term, I know that you have suffered a lack of harvest. So, I will personally see to it that as many tons of food as I can provide now will go with you to your home. Regardless of whether you accept or not, I will hold to that."
"And what about for the long term?" the other Duke asked. "What will we do when the First Prince and Coordinator have had enough of our rebellion and come to crush us beneath the First Sword of Light or Davion Heavy Guards? I do not possess the forces to repel them. What shall you do?"
"I paid a visit to Jerricho Industries five years ago," Duke Mallory smirked. "There are times when corruption benefits the righteous. I was able to procure the plans and aid to begin construction of battlemech factories. Since then, Fortner Industries, as well as several other industrialmech producers, have converted portions of their factories to produce war material. With heavy investment from my personal coffers, we began seeing results from that last year."
"And you think a quaint few battlemech factories will allow you to stand against the might of the Combine and the Federated Suns?" Duchess David laughed. "You are mad."
"I may be mad," Duke Mallory replied. "But I desire more than to simply be a pawn in this game that is played among the nations. Regardless of whether the two of you join in alliance with me, I am set on this course."
"I will enjoy the day that your people find out what you have done," Duke Mara shook his head. "You will face rebellion by the end of the week."
"You think I was the one who first set us along this course?" Mallory chuckled. "No, my people had made up their minds long before I had. They were simply waiting for me to arrive at the same conclusion as them. The people have spoken, and I will lead them as they desire. Whether it is to folly or greatness, History will tell."
The room was silent for what felt like an eternity before the Duke of Mara finally spoke again.
"My world thanks you for your assistance," He inclined his head. "But I cannot in good conscience put my people in danger with this endeavor. But we will remember those who came to us in our time of need, and will be available to assist when this comes crashing down around you."
With that, the duke stood and left the room. Leaving Duchess David and Duke Mallory alone.
Where she had once had a fully skeptical face, the leader of the other world had a look of intensity on her face.
"Do you truly believe that you will be able to survive on your own?" She asked.
"There are never any guarantees in life," Mallory replied, taking a seat across from her. "But sometimes, a course of action must be taken regardless of whether it is the wise or safe option. Our worlds lie on the borders, and as such, we change hands like the wind. While I long for the days of peace, my world still suffers from the time before the Ares Conventions. Oregon was nothing but irradiated ash and craters in my Grandfather's time. Instead of offering aid, the First Prince turned and began another offensive into the Capellan Confederation. Leaving my Grandfather to make inroads to the Terran Hegemony for assistance. We have rebuilt on our own, and while this path is risky, it is what has been decided."
"If you will help me build my military industry, you can count me in," the Duchess said. "I have long possessed a prototype of the Archer that the Hegemony uses. My engineers and scientists figured out how to manufacture the 'mech. But the Coordinator and the ISF have not granted permission to build more factories along the border. When I petitioned directly, I was told that there would be no factories built along the border. That the 'risks' were too great. If you will share your technology and trust me, I will do the same with you."
"We have battlemechs, and we have the combat vehicles," Duke Mallory replied. "What we lack to be truly secure is aerospace defenses. I have begun talks with Jalastar Aerospace to obtain the designs for the Centurion and have begun breaking ground on the factories that will be necessary."
"I will have my agents look for what we can obtain," the other planetary ruler nodded and extended her hand. "Duke Alton Mallory, I look forward to this partnership. May we live long enough to regret our decisions."
"I'll drink to that," the duke said, standing to pull open a glass cabinet with a bottle of aged whiskey.
"No toast?" the duchess smirked.
"I feel enough words have been said," Duke Mallory replied. "Now is the time for action."
Location: Mallory's World, Federated Suns
"Thank you for being willing to come and meet with me," Duke Mallory nodded at the other two planetary rulers. "I know what risks you must have taken, so I will ensure that it is worth the price that must have been paid."
"Speak," Duchess Alexandra David glared. "We have given the Coordinator's usual eyes something else to see, but we do not possess the time in which to dally."
"Agreed," Duke Roger Mara nodded, his thin frame at odds with his deep voice.
"For too long have we been victims of either the Federated Suns or the Draconis Combine's strikes across the borders," Duke Alton Mallory began. "I know that in the past decade alone, I have dealt with strikes that brought serious harm to my world and people from the Draconis Combine, with no reprisal or even a word of support from New Avalon. I know the same has happened to you and yours. But with the Coordinator ignoring even the most basic of requests to sustain further strikes into the Lyran Commonwealth."
"You are correct that we have not been given support by the coordinator much of late," Duke Mara crossed his arms defensively. "But we are loyal to the Draconis Combine."
"Why would we declare for you?" Duchess David glared. "What benefit would it be to us to abandon our loyalties? And why would you choose to trust us afterwards if we did? Knowing that we can be bought, should it be valuable enough?"
"I am tired of being taxed and seeing no benefit," Duke Mallory replied. "My people suffer, but see no relief. Our food goes out, but we are paid little in return. I do not offer this out of spite, but out of what I believe is necessity. We are neighbors, regardless of what side we have been on in the past; we know how we are treated. First, we are taken by one nation, and then, in the next few years, we are taken by another. Again and again, this cycle repeats itself. I say enough!" The Federated Suns duke slammed his clenched fist on the table. "I do not say we should abandon our nations, but declare our independence. We must forge our own path into the future. You ask what benefits you would gain?" Mallory locked eyes with Duchess David. "You would gain your liberty. You would gain the ability to do as you wish with your fuel industry. I know you have long sought to establish your own factories for war machines; you could do as you wish. You would no longer have to answer to New Samarkand. As for you, Duke Mara. Long, have your harvests been seized by wandering Samurai pretending at honor as they strike further into the Federated Suns. Often leaving your people starving and barely able to feed themselves. For the short term, I know that you have suffered a lack of harvest. So, I will personally see to it that as many tons of food as I can provide now will go with you to your home. Regardless of whether you accept or not, I will hold to that."
"And what about for the long term?" the other Duke asked. "What will we do when the First Prince and Coordinator have had enough of our rebellion and come to crush us beneath the First Sword of Light or Davion Heavy Guards? I do not possess the forces to repel them. What shall you do?"
"I paid a visit to Jerricho Industries five years ago," Duke Mallory smirked. "There are times when corruption benefits the righteous. I was able to procure the plans and aid to begin construction of battlemech factories. Since then, Fortner Industries, as well as several other industrialmech producers, have converted portions of their factories to produce war material. With heavy investment from my personal coffers, we began seeing results from that last year."
"And you think a quaint few battlemech factories will allow you to stand against the might of the Combine and the Federated Suns?" Duchess David laughed. "You are mad."
"I may be mad," Duke Mallory replied. "But I desire more than to simply be a pawn in this game that is played among the nations. Regardless of whether the two of you join in alliance with me, I am set on this course."
"I will enjoy the day that your people find out what you have done," Duke Mara shook his head. "You will face rebellion by the end of the week."
"You think I was the one who first set us along this course?" Mallory chuckled. "No, my people had made up their minds long before I had. They were simply waiting for me to arrive at the same conclusion as them. The people have spoken, and I will lead them as they desire. Whether it is to folly or greatness, History will tell."
The room was silent for what felt like an eternity before the Duke of Mara finally spoke again.
"My world thanks you for your assistance," He inclined his head. "But I cannot in good conscience put my people in danger with this endeavor. But we will remember those who came to us in our time of need, and will be available to assist when this comes crashing down around you."
With that, the duke stood and left the room. Leaving Duchess David and Duke Mallory alone.
Where she had once had a fully skeptical face, the leader of the other world had a look of intensity on her face.
"Do you truly believe that you will be able to survive on your own?" She asked.
"There are never any guarantees in life," Mallory replied, taking a seat across from her. "But sometimes, a course of action must be taken regardless of whether it is the wise or safe option. Our worlds lie on the borders, and as such, we change hands like the wind. While I long for the days of peace, my world still suffers from the time before the Ares Conventions. Oregon was nothing but irradiated ash and craters in my Grandfather's time. Instead of offering aid, the First Prince turned and began another offensive into the Capellan Confederation. Leaving my Grandfather to make inroads to the Terran Hegemony for assistance. We have rebuilt on our own, and while this path is risky, it is what has been decided."
"If you will help me build my military industry, you can count me in," the Duchess said. "I have long possessed a prototype of the Archer that the Hegemony uses. My engineers and scientists figured out how to manufacture the 'mech. But the Coordinator and the ISF have not granted permission to build more factories along the border. When I petitioned directly, I was told that there would be no factories built along the border. That the 'risks' were too great. If you will share your technology and trust me, I will do the same with you."
"We have battlemechs, and we have the combat vehicles," Duke Mallory replied. "What we lack to be truly secure is aerospace defenses. I have begun talks with Jalastar Aerospace to obtain the designs for the Centurion and have begun breaking ground on the factories that will be necessary."
"I will have my agents look for what we can obtain," the other planetary ruler nodded and extended her hand. "Duke Alton Mallory, I look forward to this partnership. May we live long enough to regret our decisions."
"I'll drink to that," the duke said, standing to pull open a glass cabinet with a bottle of aged whiskey.
"No toast?" the duchess smirked.
"I feel enough words have been said," Duke Mallory replied. "Now is the time for action."
Baldrick the Wise
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Bold plans that will require lot of dancing on the razor edge to see any chance of success. Colour me intrigued.
Chapter 1
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Chapter 1 Plans, logistics, and back alley deals
Date: March 6, 2475
Location: Savo City, Mallory's World
"Thank you for getting that new prototype that Jerricho Industries had," James Fortner grinned and shook Duke Alton's hand. "I know that they discarded this idea as too impractical, but I think we have a really great shot at pulling it off."
"What changes are being made?" Alton asked. "I still use the Orion that my father bought."
"Well, the direction that Jerricho seems to be heading is towards using a 160 rated fusion engine to push the Swordsman's top speed to 64 kilometers an hour," Fortner replied. "But this prototype you managed to acquire uses a 200 rated engine to get that even higher to a top speed of 86. The problem is that this means we can't use the autocannon. It weighs too much. Even with the new armor samples we've gotten from your contacts in the Hegemony, we're overweight. But, we've got some ideas about how to handle that, and once we get them finalized, we can retrofit all of the old Swordsman to the new model. We won't have range on the older 'mechs, but we'll have more flexibility and can use them in more roles."
"As long as we can afford to maintain the new facilities, then do what you see fit," Alton said. "New Avalon and New Samarkand haven't had a response yet, but that's because the news likely hasn't reached them that we've separated."
"Do you need anything specific from me or my people?" James asked.
"Just for you to be made aware of what the future holds," Alton replied. "I appreciate what you've done so far. Hopefully we'll be ready when the hammer falls down on us."
"We'll be ready if anyone manages to make landfall," Fortner shrugged. "My company and all th eothers have been stockpiling spare parts for years, you know that. I'm more concerned about how you plan on preventing them from making landfall in the first place. There ain't a lot a 'mech can do against a nuke shot at it from orbit."
"I've got some stuff in the works," the Duke said after a minute. "I'm still waiting on Bernice to come back from negotiations with Jalastar, but recent correspondence from Duchess David seems to be bearing fruit. She's leveraging some of her contacts to get the plans for the older model of the Hammerhead. She already has the people ready to build and man factories, but the Combine had been holding her leash too tightly. So, she's beginning production on the Archer and the Hammerhead by the end of the year."
"We may not have a year," Fortner sighed.
"That's why this is all so important," Alton turned and looked around at the factory complex. "No one knows what we have built here, they believe that we merely manufacture spare parts and maintain the battalion that was stationed here as militia. When they come, they will find a wall of steel that will stop them in their tracks. We will drive them off our worlds, and then we'll continue to build. By the time we're done, every citizen of Mallory's world and David will have their choice of battlemech, aerospace fighter, or tank to maintain."
"That's some dream there," Fortner smirked. "Let's see if I can help make it a reality."
"I know it's years if not decades away," the Duke replied. "But every dream has to start somewhere. Mine started with our people. It just took me this long to realize it."
Date: March 10, 2475
Location: David
"Ma'am, the representatives from the Hegemony and Earthwerks are here to see you," Duchess Alexandra David's aid said, knocking on her office door.
"Send them in," She replied, straightening her business-like outift and standing up as the man and woman walked in.
"Duchess David," Major Francesca Yveny of the Hegemony Armed forces greeted the woman. "It's a pleasure to see you again."
"The pleasure is all mine, Major," the Duchess smiled politely. "I understand you've returned after bringing what we discussed to your superiors."
"Yes I have," the Major replied. "But first, allow me to introduce Samuel Moses Brown of Earthwerks Incorporated. He's going to be a very important part of this discussion."
"The Major has explained your situation, and I believe that we have an opportunity to do business together," the man grinned.
"But first, we have to discuss the petition you made to the Hegemony, and why we turned to Earthwerks," Major Francesca said, pulling out the chair as directed and sitting across from the planetary ruler. "While the Terran Hegemony is at war with both the Federated Suns and the Draconis Combine, in the last ten years, things have somewhat settled into an uneasy truce, you might say. So, we will not be willing to offer overt support to either you, or to Duke Mallory of Mallory's world. However, we recognize that you will be a valuable distraction for both parties, and as such are willing to deal with some supplies falling off of the back of our dropships as it were. Nothing new, of course. But the Merkeva is a serviceable platform, and should be easy enough for you to use as we retire them to 'training' sites across the Hegemony."
"This is also where we come into play," the Earthwerks rep leaned forward. "I understand that you are among group of nobles that obtained the leaked plans for the ARC-1A Archer several years ago but were unable to make use of them because of the Coordinator's staunch resistance to such measures. Well, I have a proposal to make, and it's one that I believe you're going to find hard to turn down."
"I'm listening," Duchess Alexandra raised an eyebrow.
"Seeing as you're likely going to be seeing intense combat in the next few years, we're willing to license and provide engineers to assist you with getting an ARC-2R modern battlemech manufacturing facility running as well as a few things that the Major here has been given permission to share."
"And what would you expect in return?" Alexandra asked.
"All of your combat data for the next three decades. Regardless of whether you win or lose this struggle for independence, you're going to be on the frontlines. We're going to give you free reign to alter the design as you wish and prototype to your hearts content. But we retain the rights and abilities to manufacture and sell any new models that you test and develop without legal recourse for the next one hundred years. After that, we'll have to renegotiate."
It was an astronomically huge short term gain for her world, but there could possibly be long-term ramifications for how this worked out. The question was. What was more important for their survival in the here and now?
"How soon can your engineers be ready to examine what we already have?" Alexandra asked. "And may I have my lawyers go over this contract as well?"
"Today," Samuel replied. "And I'd be disappointed if you didn't have anyone go over it. Please, examine it. I believe you'll find it will greatly benefit both Earthwerks and David."
With that, Alexandra called in her lawyers and they began to argue over the little details and fine print of the contract. Leaving the Duchess to consider whether it would truly be worth the cost of being somewhat beholden to the Terran Hegemony and Earthwerks for the long-term in exchange for their independence.
In the end though, Alexandra and her staff judged the price worth it. So, the contract was signed, and the Earthwerks employees got to work.
Date: March 6, 2475
Location: Savo City, Mallory's World
"Thank you for getting that new prototype that Jerricho Industries had," James Fortner grinned and shook Duke Alton's hand. "I know that they discarded this idea as too impractical, but I think we have a really great shot at pulling it off."
"What changes are being made?" Alton asked. "I still use the Orion that my father bought."
"Well, the direction that Jerricho seems to be heading is towards using a 160 rated fusion engine to push the Swordsman's top speed to 64 kilometers an hour," Fortner replied. "But this prototype you managed to acquire uses a 200 rated engine to get that even higher to a top speed of 86. The problem is that this means we can't use the autocannon. It weighs too much. Even with the new armor samples we've gotten from your contacts in the Hegemony, we're overweight. But, we've got some ideas about how to handle that, and once we get them finalized, we can retrofit all of the old Swordsman to the new model. We won't have range on the older 'mechs, but we'll have more flexibility and can use them in more roles."
"As long as we can afford to maintain the new facilities, then do what you see fit," Alton said. "New Avalon and New Samarkand haven't had a response yet, but that's because the news likely hasn't reached them that we've separated."
"Do you need anything specific from me or my people?" James asked.
"Just for you to be made aware of what the future holds," Alton replied. "I appreciate what you've done so far. Hopefully we'll be ready when the hammer falls down on us."
"We'll be ready if anyone manages to make landfall," Fortner shrugged. "My company and all th eothers have been stockpiling spare parts for years, you know that. I'm more concerned about how you plan on preventing them from making landfall in the first place. There ain't a lot a 'mech can do against a nuke shot at it from orbit."
"I've got some stuff in the works," the Duke said after a minute. "I'm still waiting on Bernice to come back from negotiations with Jalastar, but recent correspondence from Duchess David seems to be bearing fruit. She's leveraging some of her contacts to get the plans for the older model of the Hammerhead. She already has the people ready to build and man factories, but the Combine had been holding her leash too tightly. So, she's beginning production on the Archer and the Hammerhead by the end of the year."
"We may not have a year," Fortner sighed.
"That's why this is all so important," Alton turned and looked around at the factory complex. "No one knows what we have built here, they believe that we merely manufacture spare parts and maintain the battalion that was stationed here as militia. When they come, they will find a wall of steel that will stop them in their tracks. We will drive them off our worlds, and then we'll continue to build. By the time we're done, every citizen of Mallory's world and David will have their choice of battlemech, aerospace fighter, or tank to maintain."
"That's some dream there," Fortner smirked. "Let's see if I can help make it a reality."
"I know it's years if not decades away," the Duke replied. "But every dream has to start somewhere. Mine started with our people. It just took me this long to realize it."
Date: March 10, 2475
Location: David
"Ma'am, the representatives from the Hegemony and Earthwerks are here to see you," Duchess Alexandra David's aid said, knocking on her office door.
"Send them in," She replied, straightening her business-like outift and standing up as the man and woman walked in.
"Duchess David," Major Francesca Yveny of the Hegemony Armed forces greeted the woman. "It's a pleasure to see you again."
"The pleasure is all mine, Major," the Duchess smiled politely. "I understand you've returned after bringing what we discussed to your superiors."
"Yes I have," the Major replied. "But first, allow me to introduce Samuel Moses Brown of Earthwerks Incorporated. He's going to be a very important part of this discussion."
"The Major has explained your situation, and I believe that we have an opportunity to do business together," the man grinned.
"But first, we have to discuss the petition you made to the Hegemony, and why we turned to Earthwerks," Major Francesca said, pulling out the chair as directed and sitting across from the planetary ruler. "While the Terran Hegemony is at war with both the Federated Suns and the Draconis Combine, in the last ten years, things have somewhat settled into an uneasy truce, you might say. So, we will not be willing to offer overt support to either you, or to Duke Mallory of Mallory's world. However, we recognize that you will be a valuable distraction for both parties, and as such are willing to deal with some supplies falling off of the back of our dropships as it were. Nothing new, of course. But the Merkeva is a serviceable platform, and should be easy enough for you to use as we retire them to 'training' sites across the Hegemony."
"This is also where we come into play," the Earthwerks rep leaned forward. "I understand that you are among group of nobles that obtained the leaked plans for the ARC-1A Archer several years ago but were unable to make use of them because of the Coordinator's staunch resistance to such measures. Well, I have a proposal to make, and it's one that I believe you're going to find hard to turn down."
"I'm listening," Duchess Alexandra raised an eyebrow.
"Seeing as you're likely going to be seeing intense combat in the next few years, we're willing to license and provide engineers to assist you with getting an ARC-2R modern battlemech manufacturing facility running as well as a few things that the Major here has been given permission to share."
"And what would you expect in return?" Alexandra asked.
"All of your combat data for the next three decades. Regardless of whether you win or lose this struggle for independence, you're going to be on the frontlines. We're going to give you free reign to alter the design as you wish and prototype to your hearts content. But we retain the rights and abilities to manufacture and sell any new models that you test and develop without legal recourse for the next one hundred years. After that, we'll have to renegotiate."
It was an astronomically huge short term gain for her world, but there could possibly be long-term ramifications for how this worked out. The question was. What was more important for their survival in the here and now?
"How soon can your engineers be ready to examine what we already have?" Alexandra asked. "And may I have my lawyers go over this contract as well?"
"Today," Samuel replied. "And I'd be disappointed if you didn't have anyone go over it. Please, examine it. I believe you'll find it will greatly benefit both Earthwerks and David."
With that, Alexandra called in her lawyers and they began to argue over the little details and fine print of the contract. Leaving the Duchess to consider whether it would truly be worth the cost of being somewhat beholden to the Terran Hegemony and Earthwerks for the long-term in exchange for their independence.
In the end though, Alexandra and her staff judged the price worth it. So, the contract was signed, and the Earthwerks employees got to work.
Rolen von Keng
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I assume these are original characters? I'm not really that deep into Battletech lore to pinpoint specific minor characters.
Baldrick the Wise
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I don't think rulers of these worlds were ever named (just like 95% of planetary rulers in BT). It's quite likely that before Sucession Wars Mallory's world was ruled by Mallory dynasty, the grateful people of world named after the doctor that discovered the cures for several diseases that were decimating the population, if they liked the guy so much they named the world after him, I reckon he or his descendants could easily be made the ruling dynasty.
MarkWarrior
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These are indeed OCs. I'm basically using the world as the last name and basis for the noble titles. There really isn't any information on the Age of War.
Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
Date: June 7, 2475
Location: The Mountain, New Avalon, Federated Suns
"Clearly, they have become disagreeable due to the tyranny and misrule of my brother and father," Ellen said to her privy council. "We cannot and shall not come down on them immediately. We will see what we can do first to restore them to our Federated Suns. Then, if all else fails, we shall bring them back into the fold by force."
"But ma'am, not only has Duke Mallory seceded, but he has also begun negotiations with other worlds to encourage them to do the same! We cannot allow this rebellion to spread," Duke Vasily Sandoval protested. "If we allow them to continue, then the Draconis March will weaken, and the Draconis Combine will have an open avenue of attack into the heart of the Federated Suns."
"And if we retaliate with military force, then we prove this document correct," Ellen Davion touched the parchment that was resting on the table in front of them. "Mallory's world would not know the fact that I am not my brother nor my father. After all, we all share the name, and to many worlds, that is enough to cast blame for generations. It will take years for me to prove myself. So, we will send an ambassador to speak to Duke Mallory and his allies. If it is possible to resolve this peaceably, I will do so."
Vasily sighed. It was obvious to him that Mallory's World wasn't going to be willing to return to the Federated Suns. But at the same time, First Prince Ellen Davion had a point. She had done her best to shatter the image of Davion Tyranny that had plagued her father and brother's reign. Doing her best to eradicate corruption and bring about a healthier, more stable Federated Suns.
"Ma'am, if I may," Another nobleman cleared his throat. "I may have an ambassador who will be accepted by the nobility of Mallory's World. Your Cousin, Jasmine Caldwell, has been fairly successful of late in negotiating trade deals with neighboring worlds to El Dorado, other than that of New Avalon. I believe that she will serve us well in presenting as peaceful a front as possible."
"She also served in the Armed Forces," Another member of the Privy Council pointed out. "So, she would be well aware of what to be on the lookout for should it need to come to armed conflict. After all, Mallory's World would not have seceded if the people did not believe they could maintain their independence."
"Very well," Ellen nodded. "Contact Jasmine and have her come and meet us here for a briefing. Vasily, put together a small protective detail. We are going to need something that is just intimidating enough, but not enough to start us on the path to a war."
"I'll see what I can do, ma'am," Vasily groaned internally, knowing that finding the right amount of diplomatic, trustworthy, and yet still capable individuals for such a guard detail would be a struggle.
"While this is all well and good, ma'am. We should discuss exactly what we are willing to abide by for Duke Mallory to return, and whether we should extend the same grace to his compatriots from the Draconis Combine." Desmond Raymond Galahad Underwood Frederick the fourth said. (Most people just called him Desmond)
"Franklin, please fetch us some refreshments," Ellen called out to one of the head butlers. "We're going to be here for a while."
"As you wish, milady," the man gave a small bow and disappeared for a few moments, only to return with a cart laden with light snacks and tea. "Simply let us know if you require anything else, and we will ensure that it is brought up."
"Thank you, Franklin," Ellen smiled at the servant. "I believe that will be all," She gestured to the arguing council and leaned in conspiratorially. "After all, we're going to be wrangling this group for the rest of the day."
"Let me know if you require the rubbish to be dealt with, milady," Franklin smirked. "It will be our greatest pleasure to handle it."
"I think I'll manage it just fine," Ellen rolled her wheelchair up to the table and cleared her throat to get the council's attention. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe we should establish what we are not willing to bend the knee for before we figure out what we can give Duke Mallory in return for them returning. So, let's start with the non-negotiables, please."
Date: August 8, 2475
Location: New Samarkand
"You have done well to bring us this information, Mara-San." Yama Von Rohrs smirked at the planetary ruler who was prostrated before him. "After all, David was a productive world, and the Combine shall see lack now that they have decided to rebel against the might of the Dragon."
Yama stood and walked down the steps until he was next to the duke.
"Yet, there is one problem," Yama paced in front of the man. "You see, our records do not match that which you have uttered before us and the court here. Indeed, you have lied to the Dragon in his very lair and expected to pay no price!"
Yama's voice had lowered to a growl at the end as Roger Mara's head bolted up along with his voice to defend himself.
"I only went to the meeting to gather information to bring to you, Coordinator-Sama. I swear that I meant no harm to you or your dynasty," The man quickly found himself prostrated again as a guard kicked him in the back of the knees and drove him down.
"That you would be willing to accept their aid is treason enough," Yama snarled before calming himself down. "However, due to your willingness to admit to your own faults, I will permit you one last honorable action as the head of your household. You may die with honor, the garden is open to you."
With flowing robes and a hand gesture, Yama signaled for the guards to take the planetary ruler out to said garden and provide him with a sword.
"Now that one treason is dealt with, we must handle another," Yama retook his seat upon the throne. "Who among you would go forth and handle this rebellion that has sprung up on David? Who will I send to slay the traitors and return order and loyalty?"
"The Second Sword of Light will handle this for you, Coordinator-Sama," Ibis von Rohrs responded. "They have tarnished the family name, and we will see to it that they are sufficiently punished for this."
"Very well," Yama stated, his hand resting on his chin. "The 2nd Sword of Light shall carry out this task, along with several others that we shall send with you. There will be no lack of numbers in which to give them a chance to resist."
"I will gather my men and women and set out as soon as we are assembled," the colonel replied, her eyes alight with glorious purpose. "None shall face the wrath of the Dragon and live."
"It is as you say," Yama nodded, a savage grin on his face. "Go forth, cousin, and set alight to their world. Fire will cleanse the treason from their world…"
Date: June 7, 2475
Location: The Mountain, New Avalon, Federated Suns
"Clearly, they have become disagreeable due to the tyranny and misrule of my brother and father," Ellen said to her privy council. "We cannot and shall not come down on them immediately. We will see what we can do first to restore them to our Federated Suns. Then, if all else fails, we shall bring them back into the fold by force."
"But ma'am, not only has Duke Mallory seceded, but he has also begun negotiations with other worlds to encourage them to do the same! We cannot allow this rebellion to spread," Duke Vasily Sandoval protested. "If we allow them to continue, then the Draconis March will weaken, and the Draconis Combine will have an open avenue of attack into the heart of the Federated Suns."
"And if we retaliate with military force, then we prove this document correct," Ellen Davion touched the parchment that was resting on the table in front of them. "Mallory's world would not know the fact that I am not my brother nor my father. After all, we all share the name, and to many worlds, that is enough to cast blame for generations. It will take years for me to prove myself. So, we will send an ambassador to speak to Duke Mallory and his allies. If it is possible to resolve this peaceably, I will do so."
Vasily sighed. It was obvious to him that Mallory's World wasn't going to be willing to return to the Federated Suns. But at the same time, First Prince Ellen Davion had a point. She had done her best to shatter the image of Davion Tyranny that had plagued her father and brother's reign. Doing her best to eradicate corruption and bring about a healthier, more stable Federated Suns.
"Ma'am, if I may," Another nobleman cleared his throat. "I may have an ambassador who will be accepted by the nobility of Mallory's World. Your Cousin, Jasmine Caldwell, has been fairly successful of late in negotiating trade deals with neighboring worlds to El Dorado, other than that of New Avalon. I believe that she will serve us well in presenting as peaceful a front as possible."
"She also served in the Armed Forces," Another member of the Privy Council pointed out. "So, she would be well aware of what to be on the lookout for should it need to come to armed conflict. After all, Mallory's World would not have seceded if the people did not believe they could maintain their independence."
"Very well," Ellen nodded. "Contact Jasmine and have her come and meet us here for a briefing. Vasily, put together a small protective detail. We are going to need something that is just intimidating enough, but not enough to start us on the path to a war."
"I'll see what I can do, ma'am," Vasily groaned internally, knowing that finding the right amount of diplomatic, trustworthy, and yet still capable individuals for such a guard detail would be a struggle.
"While this is all well and good, ma'am. We should discuss exactly what we are willing to abide by for Duke Mallory to return, and whether we should extend the same grace to his compatriots from the Draconis Combine." Desmond Raymond Galahad Underwood Frederick the fourth said. (Most people just called him Desmond)
"Franklin, please fetch us some refreshments," Ellen called out to one of the head butlers. "We're going to be here for a while."
"As you wish, milady," the man gave a small bow and disappeared for a few moments, only to return with a cart laden with light snacks and tea. "Simply let us know if you require anything else, and we will ensure that it is brought up."
"Thank you, Franklin," Ellen smiled at the servant. "I believe that will be all," She gestured to the arguing council and leaned in conspiratorially. "After all, we're going to be wrangling this group for the rest of the day."
"Let me know if you require the rubbish to be dealt with, milady," Franklin smirked. "It will be our greatest pleasure to handle it."
"I think I'll manage it just fine," Ellen rolled her wheelchair up to the table and cleared her throat to get the council's attention. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe we should establish what we are not willing to bend the knee for before we figure out what we can give Duke Mallory in return for them returning. So, let's start with the non-negotiables, please."
Date: August 8, 2475
Location: New Samarkand
"You have done well to bring us this information, Mara-San." Yama Von Rohrs smirked at the planetary ruler who was prostrated before him. "After all, David was a productive world, and the Combine shall see lack now that they have decided to rebel against the might of the Dragon."
Yama stood and walked down the steps until he was next to the duke.
"Yet, there is one problem," Yama paced in front of the man. "You see, our records do not match that which you have uttered before us and the court here. Indeed, you have lied to the Dragon in his very lair and expected to pay no price!"
Yama's voice had lowered to a growl at the end as Roger Mara's head bolted up along with his voice to defend himself.
"I only went to the meeting to gather information to bring to you, Coordinator-Sama. I swear that I meant no harm to you or your dynasty," The man quickly found himself prostrated again as a guard kicked him in the back of the knees and drove him down.
"That you would be willing to accept their aid is treason enough," Yama snarled before calming himself down. "However, due to your willingness to admit to your own faults, I will permit you one last honorable action as the head of your household. You may die with honor, the garden is open to you."
With flowing robes and a hand gesture, Yama signaled for the guards to take the planetary ruler out to said garden and provide him with a sword.
"Now that one treason is dealt with, we must handle another," Yama retook his seat upon the throne. "Who among you would go forth and handle this rebellion that has sprung up on David? Who will I send to slay the traitors and return order and loyalty?"
"The Second Sword of Light will handle this for you, Coordinator-Sama," Ibis von Rohrs responded. "They have tarnished the family name, and we will see to it that they are sufficiently punished for this."
"Very well," Yama stated, his hand resting on his chin. "The 2nd Sword of Light shall carry out this task, along with several others that we shall send with you. There will be no lack of numbers in which to give them a chance to resist."
"I will gather my men and women and set out as soon as we are assembled," the colonel replied, her eyes alight with glorious purpose. "None shall face the wrath of the Dragon and live."
"It is as you say," Yama nodded, a savage grin on his face. "Go forth, cousin, and set alight to their world. Fire will cleanse the treason from their world…"
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I'm curious how ugly things can get way back at this point in the timeline. There are all sorts of unwritten rules by the thirty-first century that wouldn't be observed at this point
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The Ares Conventions are adopted in 2412 although they're more "guidelines" than actual "rules".
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Yeah, Dracs are bound to say that Ares conventions are not in effect with non-state entities once their attack goes awry.
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I'm dumb and got the timeline mixed up. Forgot the Ares Conventions had already been signed by now
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It's not a war crime if there aren't any witnesses. -- DCMS Military Doctrine
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Leave some witnesses to spread the words of your deeds - also DCMS Military Doctrine
Unsurprisingly, they consider seppuku a mental health procedure.
Unsurprisingly, they consider seppuku a mental health procedure.
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They really need their own nukes for their aerospace forces.
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Date: October 10, 2475
Location: Mallory's World
"We can't afford it," Duke Alton Mallory sighed, looking over some of the extra defensive measures and what their budget could afford. "Neither we nor Duchess David have the funds to be able to afford a Warship, even with the Terran Hegemony mothballing and selling off those 'beercans' they call cruisers. As it is, we're currently resource and factory-rich while cash-poor. All of our extra funds are tied to boosting the local manufacturing."
"If we want to remain independent, then we're going to need to be able to scrape together enough for at least two Warships," Frederick Able replied. "I've run the calculations, and if we raise the planetary taxes a bit, then we may be able to afford the down payment on two of the cruisers."
"One of the reasons we left the Federated Suns was the taxation," Alton stated. "Raising taxes would see me and you removed from office."
"No," Frederick shook his head. "They protested that they were paying taxes but not seeing tangible efforts from the Federated Suns to provide for our defense. It is not the same thing. Alton, you've relied on me for decades by now. So trust me when I say. If we do not provide for our own defenses, then our freedom will be taken from us. By the Federated Suns negotiating a return to the fold, by the Draconis Combine swallowing us up, or by the Terran Hegemony finally deciding to stop playing games. So, we raise taxes, but we make the process extremely transparent. Show all the paper trail and where all the money is going. We publish the documentation, where the money is going to be spent, and what the basic plans are."
"If we do that, we're also going to put it to a vote," Alton replied, his eyes never leaving the sheer amount of money that was going to be flowing through the coffers if they went through with this. "If I hadn't pushed for the factories, we probably could have afforded the warships."
"Alton, we made the choices that were better for our long-term. Both for defense and for the economics of our world. As did Duchess David. Looking back isn't an option anymore,' Frederick said. "We have to look to the future."
"For those who come after," Alton nodded, clapping his hands together and standing up from the desk. "Alright, let's get a press conference started. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. Put together all of the potential budgetary plans for Warship purchases, more aerospace assets, nuclear weapon production, etc. I want everything available to present to the public. Once you have that, I'll throw together an explanation, and we'll be in business."
"Reginald!" Alton called for the lone intern of the ducal mansion. "I need you to find the next dropship and jumpship that are headed for David for me."
"Right away, sir!" the young man replied and vanished into a side door.
"He's always so high-strung," Frederick chuckled. "Does he even know that you plan on writing that letter of recommendation to the academy?"
"Yes," Alton shook his head. "I think he's just easily excitable. Now, we've both got jobs to do. So, let's get to them."
"Give me a day to get the projects and plans together," the accountant nodded. "We'll have everything ready to go in a couple of days."
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Three days later…
"Good morning to those of you present, and good afternoon and evening to everyone watching or listening to this broadcast at your homes," Alton began. "I know that our independence has seemed all but unstoppable so far. That the months of peace we've had are exactly what we dreamt of. But peace and independence aren't something that we can stand idly by and enjoy passively. The old Roman Proverb says, 'If you want peace, then prepare for war. ' It's old, older than most of our nations. Yet, it remains just as relevant, if not more so, today than it did back then. Our peace and independence aren't something we can allow to idly pass us by. If we want to keep, to treasure what we have, then we must be ready and able to defend it. That's why I invested and through everything my family had into the factories we see working on making the tools for our defense day by day. The 'mechs, the tanks, the fighters, and the small arms that will defend us when that day comes. Unfortunately," Alton sighed heavily. "I have run the wealth of my family dry to ensure that we possessed those tools. I cannot ensure the liberty of our people alone. So, it is with a heavy heart that I turn to you and ask you to stand with me. In two weeks, there will be a vote put forth. If we are to fund the Warships and other things needed to secure our world, then taxes must be raised. But I will not do so unless you, the people God has entrusted to the care of me and my family, desire for us to push for this."
Alton looked at the reporters and the small crowd around him.
"As a part of this initiative, I will be publishing my personal finances to show that I am being transparent with you. The Government and I will also see to it that all of the plans for the extra taxes and the budget allocations remain public as well. I am well aware that we knew not what the Federated Suns did with our taxes, and I will not act as the tyrant James Davion did. We all must make our choices and do what is best for those around us. I leave this choice to you."
Alton stepped back from the podium and walked down the stairs. He had never liked fielding questions from the podium and would rather speak to the reporters face-to-face.
Date: October 30, 2475
Location: David
"You're certain that this report is accurate?" Alexandra David asked her Chief Aide..
"Yes, ma'am," Ventrice nodded. "Duke Mara committed seppuku in the gardens, and the 2nd Sword of Light is gathering a few standard battalions to supplement their regiments."
"Send a message to the Duke's Son," Alexandra said after a moment's consideration. "It may be that he possesses courage where his father did not. Is there anything else to report?"
"Yes," Ventice passed over a thick folder. "The Coordinator has ordered the destruction of the Gladiator, that it not be salvaged or recovered from the battlefield, and shifted the resources used for it into a new 'mech program they have called the Hebi. Before the engineers destroyed the latest plans, my agent managed to acquire a set and send them with the other message and the preliminary plans for the Hebi. Should we have the spare resources, I believe both will be viable for work with the Archers we have acquired from the Hegemony."
"I will speak to the Earthwerks representative," Alexandra smirked. "I'm certain that they will be willing to negotiate a deal for these."
"Yes, Duchess," Ventrice bowed her head. "The final report is a message from Duke Mallory. He marked it as urgent."
Alexandra accepted the letter and pulled out a knife, sliding it across the envelope before pulling out the carefully folded paper.
She read it. Then paused at the end and read it again before wordlessly handing it over to the intelligence director.
"They are rather bold," Ventrice said after a few seconds.
"So they are," Alexandra agreed. "His advisors are correct, though. It is a hole in our defenses, one that we will have to rectify in the long term."
"Shipyards are exceedingly expensive," Ventrice sighed, touching a pen to the edge of her lip in thought. "However, with the revenue that we used to send to the Coordinator, we may be able to do something smaller."
"After our engineers are finished with the Hammerhead, we will refocus their efforts on a dropship design," the Duchess said, carefully considering all of her options. "A shipyard may be beyond us at the moment, but a dropship yard, that is another story entirely…"
"I'll start putting together the plans and will schedule a meeting with Samuel," the Aide replied. "Is there anything else, ma'am?"
"We should probably send a response to Alton," Alexandra said. "And should let him know that the Fedsuns are about to send a representative to him."
"Do you think he will fold?" Ventrice asked.
"No," the Duchess shook her head. "James Davion left behind a legacy that his sister will have to struggle to overcome. Duke Mallory will likely never come to terms with the Davions for as long as he is alive. It is his children that we must be concerned with. Generational hatreds can linger for millennia, or vanish in an instant. Time will tell which this becomes…"
Location: Mallory's World
"We can't afford it," Duke Alton Mallory sighed, looking over some of the extra defensive measures and what their budget could afford. "Neither we nor Duchess David have the funds to be able to afford a Warship, even with the Terran Hegemony mothballing and selling off those 'beercans' they call cruisers. As it is, we're currently resource and factory-rich while cash-poor. All of our extra funds are tied to boosting the local manufacturing."
"If we want to remain independent, then we're going to need to be able to scrape together enough for at least two Warships," Frederick Able replied. "I've run the calculations, and if we raise the planetary taxes a bit, then we may be able to afford the down payment on two of the cruisers."
"One of the reasons we left the Federated Suns was the taxation," Alton stated. "Raising taxes would see me and you removed from office."
"No," Frederick shook his head. "They protested that they were paying taxes but not seeing tangible efforts from the Federated Suns to provide for our defense. It is not the same thing. Alton, you've relied on me for decades by now. So trust me when I say. If we do not provide for our own defenses, then our freedom will be taken from us. By the Federated Suns negotiating a return to the fold, by the Draconis Combine swallowing us up, or by the Terran Hegemony finally deciding to stop playing games. So, we raise taxes, but we make the process extremely transparent. Show all the paper trail and where all the money is going. We publish the documentation, where the money is going to be spent, and what the basic plans are."
"If we do that, we're also going to put it to a vote," Alton replied, his eyes never leaving the sheer amount of money that was going to be flowing through the coffers if they went through with this. "If I hadn't pushed for the factories, we probably could have afforded the warships."
"Alton, we made the choices that were better for our long-term. Both for defense and for the economics of our world. As did Duchess David. Looking back isn't an option anymore,' Frederick said. "We have to look to the future."
"For those who come after," Alton nodded, clapping his hands together and standing up from the desk. "Alright, let's get a press conference started. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. Put together all of the potential budgetary plans for Warship purchases, more aerospace assets, nuclear weapon production, etc. I want everything available to present to the public. Once you have that, I'll throw together an explanation, and we'll be in business."
"Reginald!" Alton called for the lone intern of the ducal mansion. "I need you to find the next dropship and jumpship that are headed for David for me."
"Right away, sir!" the young man replied and vanished into a side door.
"He's always so high-strung," Frederick chuckled. "Does he even know that you plan on writing that letter of recommendation to the academy?"
"Yes," Alton shook his head. "I think he's just easily excitable. Now, we've both got jobs to do. So, let's get to them."
"Give me a day to get the projects and plans together," the accountant nodded. "We'll have everything ready to go in a couple of days."
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Three days later…
"Good morning to those of you present, and good afternoon and evening to everyone watching or listening to this broadcast at your homes," Alton began. "I know that our independence has seemed all but unstoppable so far. That the months of peace we've had are exactly what we dreamt of. But peace and independence aren't something that we can stand idly by and enjoy passively. The old Roman Proverb says, 'If you want peace, then prepare for war. ' It's old, older than most of our nations. Yet, it remains just as relevant, if not more so, today than it did back then. Our peace and independence aren't something we can allow to idly pass us by. If we want to keep, to treasure what we have, then we must be ready and able to defend it. That's why I invested and through everything my family had into the factories we see working on making the tools for our defense day by day. The 'mechs, the tanks, the fighters, and the small arms that will defend us when that day comes. Unfortunately," Alton sighed heavily. "I have run the wealth of my family dry to ensure that we possessed those tools. I cannot ensure the liberty of our people alone. So, it is with a heavy heart that I turn to you and ask you to stand with me. In two weeks, there will be a vote put forth. If we are to fund the Warships and other things needed to secure our world, then taxes must be raised. But I will not do so unless you, the people God has entrusted to the care of me and my family, desire for us to push for this."
Alton looked at the reporters and the small crowd around him.
"As a part of this initiative, I will be publishing my personal finances to show that I am being transparent with you. The Government and I will also see to it that all of the plans for the extra taxes and the budget allocations remain public as well. I am well aware that we knew not what the Federated Suns did with our taxes, and I will not act as the tyrant James Davion did. We all must make our choices and do what is best for those around us. I leave this choice to you."
Alton stepped back from the podium and walked down the stairs. He had never liked fielding questions from the podium and would rather speak to the reporters face-to-face.
Date: October 30, 2475
Location: David
"You're certain that this report is accurate?" Alexandra David asked her Chief Aide..
"Yes, ma'am," Ventrice nodded. "Duke Mara committed seppuku in the gardens, and the 2nd Sword of Light is gathering a few standard battalions to supplement their regiments."
"Send a message to the Duke's Son," Alexandra said after a moment's consideration. "It may be that he possesses courage where his father did not. Is there anything else to report?"
"Yes," Ventice passed over a thick folder. "The Coordinator has ordered the destruction of the Gladiator, that it not be salvaged or recovered from the battlefield, and shifted the resources used for it into a new 'mech program they have called the Hebi. Before the engineers destroyed the latest plans, my agent managed to acquire a set and send them with the other message and the preliminary plans for the Hebi. Should we have the spare resources, I believe both will be viable for work with the Archers we have acquired from the Hegemony."
"I will speak to the Earthwerks representative," Alexandra smirked. "I'm certain that they will be willing to negotiate a deal for these."
"Yes, Duchess," Ventrice bowed her head. "The final report is a message from Duke Mallory. He marked it as urgent."
Alexandra accepted the letter and pulled out a knife, sliding it across the envelope before pulling out the carefully folded paper.
She read it. Then paused at the end and read it again before wordlessly handing it over to the intelligence director.
"They are rather bold," Ventrice said after a few seconds.
"So they are," Alexandra agreed. "His advisors are correct, though. It is a hole in our defenses, one that we will have to rectify in the long term."
"Shipyards are exceedingly expensive," Ventrice sighed, touching a pen to the edge of her lip in thought. "However, with the revenue that we used to send to the Coordinator, we may be able to do something smaller."
"After our engineers are finished with the Hammerhead, we will refocus their efforts on a dropship design," the Duchess said, carefully considering all of her options. "A shipyard may be beyond us at the moment, but a dropship yard, that is another story entirely…"
"I'll start putting together the plans and will schedule a meeting with Samuel," the Aide replied. "Is there anything else, ma'am?"
"We should probably send a response to Alton," Alexandra said. "And should let him know that the Fedsuns are about to send a representative to him."
"Do you think he will fold?" Ventrice asked.
"No," the Duchess shook her head. "James Davion left behind a legacy that his sister will have to struggle to overcome. Duke Mallory will likely never come to terms with the Davions for as long as he is alive. It is his children that we must be concerned with. Generational hatreds can linger for millennia, or vanish in an instant. Time will tell which this becomes…"
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The warship question reminds me of the nuke dilemma that Yugoslavia had during the Cold War., do they take up the massive cost of program or not. In the end the decision was that handful of nukes would be worse than none, because it wouldn't be enough for deterrent and it would make them even bigger target, while costs of credible deterrent would be just too high. Having two warships is a similar prospect, not enough to fight off a naval squadron, but incendiary enough for DCMS to give you full attention. Not to mention long term maintenance issues.
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I'm curious how much of a deterrent a couple warships would really be. Surely either the FedSuns or Combine could concentrate a force that would overwhelm them without compromising their security? I don't have a sense for how many warships everyone has at this point or what the less obvious implications of such a deployment would be. Maybe due to the location of their worlds the force necessary to prevent permanent losses on the part of the Combine/FedSuns would be provocative to neighboring powers?
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We're in the middle of the Age of War. If the Combine or Fedsuns concentrate a force, then the Capcon, Lyrcom, or the TH are able to now hit them and carve away at their borders.
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do you have an idea of how many warships one of these states would have in the context of your story? At least a particular order of magnitude? I just don't have a frame of reference for how big of a commitment, say, 6 (equivalent strength) warships would be at this point in time. That seems like about what you'd want at minimum to not suffer permanent losses of any of them
In any case, the idea that the danger you'd be inviting is too much to bring the hammer down seems plenty plausible to me. It doesn't have to be a guarantee of catastrophe to make leaders think better of it, especially if they aren't overly worried about contagion and are only thinking of the value of those worlds
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Depends on the decade, TBH. I think that the Hegemony and Concordat have the most at this point. But the fleets in BT generally don't get bigger than 20 at the most until we get to the ACW. I'm leaning at around ten or so being a massive show of force for anyone not the Hegemony at this point.
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Chapter 4
Date: December 25, 2475
Location: David, Independent system
"What are you doing here?" Alexandra asked the Duke of Mallory as he stepped off the Czar dropship that he'd used for transport.
"And a Merry Christmas to you as well!" the duke replied with a grin. "I bring gifts! Things for all to enjoy for the new year!"
As Alton spoke, a full battalion of the modernized Swordsman 'mechs began stepping off the dropships behind him. After that, mechanized infantry and Estevez variants began rolling off the dropships dedicated to carrying them.
"I'd have brought more, but we're still working on getting the rest of our constructed 'mechs to the new standard," Alton said after a minute. "The tanks are a variation on an old design. We figure this is going to be a good test of how they perform."
"Coming here was reckless," Alexandra shook her head as she fought a smile. "But if you're going to be here, we might as well get a plan in place. The last recorded sighting of the Combine's forces they were a few jumps out."
"That doesn't leave us a lot of time to get worked into your formations," Alton stroked his chin. "Where are you going to want us?"
"Ventrice," Alexandra held her hand out, and her aide appeared as if from the shadows to hand a file folder to her. "Once you arrived in the system, we made plans and arrangements for your people to stay at a base on the outskirts of the capital."
"Colonel Mustang is my acting XO," Alton replied, gesturing at the lone Battleaxe that led the rest of the troops. "If Ventrice here can coordinate with him, it would be most helpful."
"Ma'am?" The woman asked.
"Go ahead," Alexandra nodded. "I know where to find you if I need you."
The two planetary rulers waited until they were sequestered into an armored vehicle and en route to the Duchess's estate before they continued their conversation.
"To be entirely honest, I wasn't sure you would actually come to my aid," Duchess David decided to start with honesty. "After all, we were enemies until recently."
"I wouldn't have made the offer of alliance if I didn't intend on keeping it." Alton's usual cheery mood had turned somber. "If I make a promise, then I will keep it," He clenched his fist, his grey eyes dark with emotion. "I've seen what happens when oaths and promises are considered mere words. I will not allow myself to act as they once did."
Alexandra considered the slightly younger noble across from her and nodded to herself. She knew the story of the Duke and his family. A short nod as their eyes met conveyed understanding, and they spent the rest of the trip in silence.
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"If we fail and both die here, then this is going to be the end of our little rebellion," Alexandra said, leaning back from her desk and looking at the plans that had been thrown back and forth before they had settled on one. "Neither of us has heirs nor are we married."
"We could fix one of those problems," Alton winked sarcastically.
"While that would bring our alliance closer together, I'm not certain that's the best way to go about this," Alexandra played along with the comment.
"I don't know," Alton continued. "You're an attractive woman, I'm an eligible bachelor. I saw a few churches on the way over here. We could make it happen!"
Then the seriousness of the coming conflict stifled the lighthearted atmosphere and dragged them back down to earth.
"Alexandra, I'm going to be fighting on the front lines," Alton said after a moment. "I don't have it in me to walk away while my people fight for me. So, if I fall, I'm going to be entrusting the future of my world, of my people. To you and my designated heir. My cousin may not fully understand what it is that I have prepared him for, but he is honest, noble, and competent. I trust that you'll do the right thing when and if the time comes."
"Unfortunately, if one of us falls, then we will both fall," Alexandra sighed. "The Combine cannot afford to allow me to live. If they manage to establish a foothold, they will send more until we are dead. We will either win here or we will die in rebellion. But I will not live under the dragon's claws anymore. The Dragon's hoard has been fattened off the backs of me and my people long enough."
"Then it looks like we're both in this for the long haul." Alton leaned back in his chair. "Did you manage to start talks with Roger's son?"
"He is hesitant to support us fully," Alexandra replied. " If we win a victory here, then he will likely join our coalition. He is eager for vengeance and is finding it hard to cooperate with his father's killers."
"So, all we have to do to win over Mara is destroy the 2nd Sword of Light and any other aid they brought," Alton nodded, allowing the sarcasm to leech into his voice. "Sounds easy enough. We'll have it done by Tuesday."
"I understand his reluctance," The duchess replied. "His father was killed, and he is trapped in a way that we are not. His son is studying at the Sun Zhang Military Academy. Should he falter before everything is ready, or execute things poorly, then his son and children's lives are at stake. Not just his own."
"My father's killers were brought to justice by hands not my own," Alton said after a minute of consideration, his hands held in front of him as if he were seeing something new on them. "I extended the hand of friendship to Mara twice, and they have shunned me both times. I will not do it a third. If they desire to be a member, they will have to search us out. Now, if you'll excuse me, duchess. I'm going to spend the night with the men and women I brought with me. We can work on folding our formations together in the morning."
"Yes, I believe we have done what we can for the night," Alexandra nodded. "I have quarters set aside here for you if you'd like to stay here instead?"
"No," Alton shook his head. "My place is with my men."
With that, the two nobles dispersed and retired to their respective beds for the night. The Combine was coming, and they had a lot to do in the next few weeks if they wanted to ensure they were triumphant instead of the 2nd Sword of Light.
Date: December 25, 2475
Location: David, Independent system
"What are you doing here?" Alexandra asked the Duke of Mallory as he stepped off the Czar dropship that he'd used for transport.
"And a Merry Christmas to you as well!" the duke replied with a grin. "I bring gifts! Things for all to enjoy for the new year!"
As Alton spoke, a full battalion of the modernized Swordsman 'mechs began stepping off the dropships behind him. After that, mechanized infantry and Estevez variants began rolling off the dropships dedicated to carrying them.
"I'd have brought more, but we're still working on getting the rest of our constructed 'mechs to the new standard," Alton said after a minute. "The tanks are a variation on an old design. We figure this is going to be a good test of how they perform."
"Coming here was reckless," Alexandra shook her head as she fought a smile. "But if you're going to be here, we might as well get a plan in place. The last recorded sighting of the Combine's forces they were a few jumps out."
"That doesn't leave us a lot of time to get worked into your formations," Alton stroked his chin. "Where are you going to want us?"
"Ventrice," Alexandra held her hand out, and her aide appeared as if from the shadows to hand a file folder to her. "Once you arrived in the system, we made plans and arrangements for your people to stay at a base on the outskirts of the capital."
"Colonel Mustang is my acting XO," Alton replied, gesturing at the lone Battleaxe that led the rest of the troops. "If Ventrice here can coordinate with him, it would be most helpful."
"Ma'am?" The woman asked.
"Go ahead," Alexandra nodded. "I know where to find you if I need you."
The two planetary rulers waited until they were sequestered into an armored vehicle and en route to the Duchess's estate before they continued their conversation.
"To be entirely honest, I wasn't sure you would actually come to my aid," Duchess David decided to start with honesty. "After all, we were enemies until recently."
"I wouldn't have made the offer of alliance if I didn't intend on keeping it." Alton's usual cheery mood had turned somber. "If I make a promise, then I will keep it," He clenched his fist, his grey eyes dark with emotion. "I've seen what happens when oaths and promises are considered mere words. I will not allow myself to act as they once did."
Alexandra considered the slightly younger noble across from her and nodded to herself. She knew the story of the Duke and his family. A short nod as their eyes met conveyed understanding, and they spent the rest of the trip in silence.
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"If we fail and both die here, then this is going to be the end of our little rebellion," Alexandra said, leaning back from her desk and looking at the plans that had been thrown back and forth before they had settled on one. "Neither of us has heirs nor are we married."
"We could fix one of those problems," Alton winked sarcastically.
"While that would bring our alliance closer together, I'm not certain that's the best way to go about this," Alexandra played along with the comment.
"I don't know," Alton continued. "You're an attractive woman, I'm an eligible bachelor. I saw a few churches on the way over here. We could make it happen!"
Then the seriousness of the coming conflict stifled the lighthearted atmosphere and dragged them back down to earth.
"Alexandra, I'm going to be fighting on the front lines," Alton said after a moment. "I don't have it in me to walk away while my people fight for me. So, if I fall, I'm going to be entrusting the future of my world, of my people. To you and my designated heir. My cousin may not fully understand what it is that I have prepared him for, but he is honest, noble, and competent. I trust that you'll do the right thing when and if the time comes."
"Unfortunately, if one of us falls, then we will both fall," Alexandra sighed. "The Combine cannot afford to allow me to live. If they manage to establish a foothold, they will send more until we are dead. We will either win here or we will die in rebellion. But I will not live under the dragon's claws anymore. The Dragon's hoard has been fattened off the backs of me and my people long enough."
"Then it looks like we're both in this for the long haul." Alton leaned back in his chair. "Did you manage to start talks with Roger's son?"
"He is hesitant to support us fully," Alexandra replied. " If we win a victory here, then he will likely join our coalition. He is eager for vengeance and is finding it hard to cooperate with his father's killers."
"So, all we have to do to win over Mara is destroy the 2nd Sword of Light and any other aid they brought," Alton nodded, allowing the sarcasm to leech into his voice. "Sounds easy enough. We'll have it done by Tuesday."
"I understand his reluctance," The duchess replied. "His father was killed, and he is trapped in a way that we are not. His son is studying at the Sun Zhang Military Academy. Should he falter before everything is ready, or execute things poorly, then his son and children's lives are at stake. Not just his own."
"My father's killers were brought to justice by hands not my own," Alton said after a minute of consideration, his hands held in front of him as if he were seeing something new on them. "I extended the hand of friendship to Mara twice, and they have shunned me both times. I will not do it a third. If they desire to be a member, they will have to search us out. Now, if you'll excuse me, duchess. I'm going to spend the night with the men and women I brought with me. We can work on folding our formations together in the morning."
"Yes, I believe we have done what we can for the night," Alexandra nodded. "I have quarters set aside here for you if you'd like to stay here instead?"
"No," Alton shook his head. "My place is with my men."
With that, the two nobles dispersed and retired to their respective beds for the night. The Combine was coming, and they had a lot to do in the next few weeks if they wanted to ensure they were triumphant instead of the 2nd Sword of Light.
Baldrick the Wise
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If they are going to succeed they need to win every battle, Combine really is not an enemy you can wear down with guerrilla resistance, so all or nothing approach makes sense.
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MarkWarrior
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Chapter 5
Date: January 7, 2476
Location: David, Independent system
"I know that it goes against what everyone here has been taught," Duke Mallory looked around at the officers and Alexandra. They were all sitting around a U-shaped table that was the briefing room for the fort that Alexandra had placed his troops in. "But we're allowing the 2nd Sword of Light to land uncontested in their chosen area. Colonel Mustang has a plan, and I believe it's our best chance for survival and success."
"We believe that we can take advantage of their arrogance. So, we've set up our defensive positions to funnel them in and surround them. We can't hope to beat them on skill, so we're going to do it with numbers and a technology advantage instead. By all reports, they still only have one battalion of battlemechs. While the Combine is working on fielding newer and better designs, they are still utilizing the Gladiator currently," Colonel Mustang had taken over the briefing. "We can expect at least one of their battalions to be Gladiators, along with possibly other 'mechs that have been purchased."
"Duke Mallory and I will be the bait for the trap," Alexandra said. "The Sword of Light will prioritize eliminating me over everything else. The Archers and Swordsman will be waiting to move in. They don't know that we have the extra forces to face them with as of yet. As far as they know, all that is left here for defense is that which was used by our local militia forces."
"Each of us will have our personal lances for security in the first part of this battle," Alton agreed. "Because that is what they will expect. The rest of our forces, artillery, aerospace assets, everything will remain powered down until the Sword of Light has taken the bait. After they've pushed into the trap, our artillery and aerospace will target their dropships while the rest of our forces close in around them."
"Let me be abundantly clear," Colonel Mustang took over once again. "An equipment edge does not replace the edge in skill, and despite what the rumors may have painted Ibis Von Rhors as, she is in charge of one of the most elite units in the Inner Sphere. No matter the mistakes she may make as a leader and commander, her people will be able to compensate in every way that matters."
"Freedom comes at a cost," Alton said just loud enough for everyone to hear. "It always has, and always will."
"Alright, with the initial plan out of the way, let me begin to assign each unit their specific assignments," Mustang tapped a control on the holographic table in the middle of the 'U'and it showed the chosen battleground. "Using recommendations from Ventrice, we've picked out a place far enough away from the main cities that even if they are tempted to bring out NBC weapons, they'll be safe. The mountains and foothills here will be our battleground. Mines surrounding this area will keep their magscan from spotting our 'mechs, and given we'll be powered down, our heat signatures should be nullified until it's too late as well."
"We'll have the Archers placed in areas where they can rain down missiles from out of range of the enemy until they run dry on ammunition," He nodded at the commander of Alexandra's forces. "Combined with the LRM Carriers that we brought, we'll have this area locked down until either we're all dead or they are. Our jump infantry are going to be hidden in the trees here, here, and here," Mustang highlighted thick areas of trees in the snow-covered mountains and hills. "Their goal will be to capture what they can and cause as much damage as possible otherwise. As for the tanks we brought, they're going to be dug into the snow and shut down until we give the command. Then they'll be responsible for preventing any further aggression while the rest of our Swordsman close in. Now, if they decide that nuclear weapons are one of the options they're willing to utilize, our plans are going to be much different. As my associate Ventrice will explain."
"If the 2nd Sword of Light elects to utilize nuclear, biological, or chemical weapons on us, then we're going to move to operational plans Charlie or Delta," Ventrice took control from the colonel. "Unfortunately, plan Delta means that they decided to disregard the Ares Accords and have struck at the nearest civilian city. If you'll turn your attention to the worst-case scenarios that have been plotted out…"
Two weeks later…
"Well, it took them longer to burn in than I thought it would," Alexandra commented, reaching across her Archer's cockpit to turn on the radio and tune it to the proper channels.
"I see it," Alton's Swordsman said from beside her. "I didn't think they'd actually be arrogant enough to land where we predicted. I thought for sure they'd try to hit the city."
The Duchess of David made sure her safeties were turned off and loosened her grip on the controls. This Archer was so new from the factory that the fresh artificial leather of the seat was so comfortable that it was uncomfortable when compared to the Shadow Hawk she'd been using for the last five years.
Thankfully, her old neurohelmet was still compatible with the new 'mech, so some of the issues that others had run into when transferring over to 'new' 'mechs hadn't happened to her like it had with others. Still, it felt odd to have a 'mech that weighed fifteen tons more than her old one be more than capable of keeping up with her old machine while also able to be as armored and armed as she was now.
A quick movement had her testing out her battlefists, and she grinned again. It felt good to be back in a mech instead of dealing with the politics of the planet, even if she was fighting beside her old foe.
Alton Mallory was still using his old Swordsman. The stubborn man had refused to see reason and make use of one of the upgraded models that his own factories were producing. Instead, he had remained with the outdated model that he had been so keen on phasing out. Saying something like "I cannot in good conscience use a modern 'mech when the rest of my people haven't been issued it yet."
It was one of the things that made Alexandra deeply concerned about this plan. She was fine with risking her own life for this, even asking Alton to do it had been fine when she thought that he was in one of the more 'modern' designs. But the old Swordsman that had been manufactured by Jerricho instead of Mallory's World's own factories had shoddy quality, and the parts that had been sold were far worse.
Still, she had to play the cards she had been dealt, and with a quick command, Ventrice and the rest of her command lance followed her to the edge of the foothills along with Duke Alton.
Ventrice had taken possession of Alexandra's old Shadow Hawk and was responsible for coordinating the command lance. Whereas Colonel Mustang and David's own senior officers were leading the defenses.
The snow-covered foothills began to glow as the fusion engines of the distant dropships grew ever closer, the light from the torches acting like stars.
"Well, we might as well get into position," Alton's voice broke into the meditative state that Alexandra had sunk into. "It'll take them a day or so to get here, and we might as well get some rest while we can. Colonel Mustang, we're returning to the temporary camp for some shut-eye before the battle."
"Copy that, we'll alert you to any changes made overnight."
"Well?" Alton's 40-tonner waved at her. "Are you coming?"
Date: January 7, 2476
Location: David, Independent system
"I know that it goes against what everyone here has been taught," Duke Mallory looked around at the officers and Alexandra. They were all sitting around a U-shaped table that was the briefing room for the fort that Alexandra had placed his troops in. "But we're allowing the 2nd Sword of Light to land uncontested in their chosen area. Colonel Mustang has a plan, and I believe it's our best chance for survival and success."
"We believe that we can take advantage of their arrogance. So, we've set up our defensive positions to funnel them in and surround them. We can't hope to beat them on skill, so we're going to do it with numbers and a technology advantage instead. By all reports, they still only have one battalion of battlemechs. While the Combine is working on fielding newer and better designs, they are still utilizing the Gladiator currently," Colonel Mustang had taken over the briefing. "We can expect at least one of their battalions to be Gladiators, along with possibly other 'mechs that have been purchased."
"Duke Mallory and I will be the bait for the trap," Alexandra said. "The Sword of Light will prioritize eliminating me over everything else. The Archers and Swordsman will be waiting to move in. They don't know that we have the extra forces to face them with as of yet. As far as they know, all that is left here for defense is that which was used by our local militia forces."
"Each of us will have our personal lances for security in the first part of this battle," Alton agreed. "Because that is what they will expect. The rest of our forces, artillery, aerospace assets, everything will remain powered down until the Sword of Light has taken the bait. After they've pushed into the trap, our artillery and aerospace will target their dropships while the rest of our forces close in around them."
"Let me be abundantly clear," Colonel Mustang took over once again. "An equipment edge does not replace the edge in skill, and despite what the rumors may have painted Ibis Von Rhors as, she is in charge of one of the most elite units in the Inner Sphere. No matter the mistakes she may make as a leader and commander, her people will be able to compensate in every way that matters."
"Freedom comes at a cost," Alton said just loud enough for everyone to hear. "It always has, and always will."
"Alright, with the initial plan out of the way, let me begin to assign each unit their specific assignments," Mustang tapped a control on the holographic table in the middle of the 'U'and it showed the chosen battleground. "Using recommendations from Ventrice, we've picked out a place far enough away from the main cities that even if they are tempted to bring out NBC weapons, they'll be safe. The mountains and foothills here will be our battleground. Mines surrounding this area will keep their magscan from spotting our 'mechs, and given we'll be powered down, our heat signatures should be nullified until it's too late as well."
"We'll have the Archers placed in areas where they can rain down missiles from out of range of the enemy until they run dry on ammunition," He nodded at the commander of Alexandra's forces. "Combined with the LRM Carriers that we brought, we'll have this area locked down until either we're all dead or they are. Our jump infantry are going to be hidden in the trees here, here, and here," Mustang highlighted thick areas of trees in the snow-covered mountains and hills. "Their goal will be to capture what they can and cause as much damage as possible otherwise. As for the tanks we brought, they're going to be dug into the snow and shut down until we give the command. Then they'll be responsible for preventing any further aggression while the rest of our Swordsman close in. Now, if they decide that nuclear weapons are one of the options they're willing to utilize, our plans are going to be much different. As my associate Ventrice will explain."
"If the 2nd Sword of Light elects to utilize nuclear, biological, or chemical weapons on us, then we're going to move to operational plans Charlie or Delta," Ventrice took control from the colonel. "Unfortunately, plan Delta means that they decided to disregard the Ares Accords and have struck at the nearest civilian city. If you'll turn your attention to the worst-case scenarios that have been plotted out…"
Two weeks later…
"Well, it took them longer to burn in than I thought it would," Alexandra commented, reaching across her Archer's cockpit to turn on the radio and tune it to the proper channels.
"I see it," Alton's Swordsman said from beside her. "I didn't think they'd actually be arrogant enough to land where we predicted. I thought for sure they'd try to hit the city."
The Duchess of David made sure her safeties were turned off and loosened her grip on the controls. This Archer was so new from the factory that the fresh artificial leather of the seat was so comfortable that it was uncomfortable when compared to the Shadow Hawk she'd been using for the last five years.
Thankfully, her old neurohelmet was still compatible with the new 'mech, so some of the issues that others had run into when transferring over to 'new' 'mechs hadn't happened to her like it had with others. Still, it felt odd to have a 'mech that weighed fifteen tons more than her old one be more than capable of keeping up with her old machine while also able to be as armored and armed as she was now.
A quick movement had her testing out her battlefists, and she grinned again. It felt good to be back in a mech instead of dealing with the politics of the planet, even if she was fighting beside her old foe.
Alton Mallory was still using his old Swordsman. The stubborn man had refused to see reason and make use of one of the upgraded models that his own factories were producing. Instead, he had remained with the outdated model that he had been so keen on phasing out. Saying something like "I cannot in good conscience use a modern 'mech when the rest of my people haven't been issued it yet."
It was one of the things that made Alexandra deeply concerned about this plan. She was fine with risking her own life for this, even asking Alton to do it had been fine when she thought that he was in one of the more 'modern' designs. But the old Swordsman that had been manufactured by Jerricho instead of Mallory's World's own factories had shoddy quality, and the parts that had been sold were far worse.
Still, she had to play the cards she had been dealt, and with a quick command, Ventrice and the rest of her command lance followed her to the edge of the foothills along with Duke Alton.
Ventrice had taken possession of Alexandra's old Shadow Hawk and was responsible for coordinating the command lance. Whereas Colonel Mustang and David's own senior officers were leading the defenses.
The snow-covered foothills began to glow as the fusion engines of the distant dropships grew ever closer, the light from the torches acting like stars.
"Well, we might as well get into position," Alton's voice broke into the meditative state that Alexandra had sunk into. "It'll take them a day or so to get here, and we might as well get some rest while we can. Colonel Mustang, we're returning to the temporary camp for some shut-eye before the battle."
"Copy that, we'll alert you to any changes made overnight."
"Well?" Alton's 40-tonner waved at her. "Are you coming?"
Krulla_Chief
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The 2nd Sword of Light? Jesus christ they're in for the long haul.
MarkWarrior
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Two solar systems. Not multi-systems yet. It would have been three systems, but Mara's still holding out.
Cpetway
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Mara is dead bro...