Chapter 2.4
Santiago Espinosa watched the heavy machinery move. The large stamping arm driving down, and back up as it shaped the metal. He felt surprisingly little jealously at the machinery, not given what it represented. What it really represented was a flourishing of industry in the Reach, an expansion of who they were as a nation. For the Reach to be strong they needed industry, and especially, as their ancestors had proven the ability to manufacture their own weapons of war... BattleMechs had been beyond the ability of the impoverished descendants of the SLDF to construct. They had been reduced merely being able to refit and repair the machines that comprised the Aurigan patrimony passed down from the 28
th and 29
th centuries.
Santiago considered that very important, because he could trace his family back more than a thousand years to ancient Terra's Kingdom of Spain where his ancestors had been officers in the old territorial kingdoms on earth divided, and who had in turn been officers and, admittedly minor, nobility of the Terran Alliance and the Hegemony after.
A certain amount of pride, but he wasn't so foolish he could ignore reality... how far they had fallen, and it in particular the fallen Hegemony, the fallen star league made him prickly to any loss of momentum to the Aurigan Coalition. They were on the periphery of civilization admittedly some of his despair at their poor condition had been of late alleviated by providential developments such as this, but now he had to reconsider the possibility of rapproachment with the Concordat.
The realpolitik that had dictated accommodation with the older more established periphery state was less important now and Santiago wasn't stupid. It did make more sense to prioritize trade in the opposite direction, and pivot towards the Magistracy of Canopus... and especially if they were going to be capable of moving into heavy industry of their own, within the Aurigan Coalition especially.
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Heron Arsacid watched the numbers swirled around him, the motes of light and data. His head hurt, and that headache was further irritated by ComStar's news service delivering news about Black Jack's piracy, but the lack of the news service's parent organization willing to do anything proactive... they didn't seem to be in any event. Then on top of that there was the Taurian problem, with Terran born officers in certain regiments rather explicitly preferring a hard nose approach and enforced separation from Taurian relations.
That wasn't practical.
He did agree there was little reason to trust the Bulls, but there weren't reasons to actively distrust the Taurians right now. The officers had a point though that the Taurian worlds of Brinton, and Girondas.
Brinton was the real problem, the real source of his headache. In part because the Taurians weren't the only issue of it. He blinked minimizing the display of augmented reality, and regarded officers of the defunct Terran Hegemony, "The reports are accurate?"
"Yes sir."
"And the Capellans have some idea?"
"We believe their intelligence is misleading, they believe its a rim world hidden army weapons cache, which is technically true." Technically true in the sense that the evidence that the CID had was that the Rim World had stockpiled WMDs on Brinton for the rebels to use in atrocity attacks against civilian zones occupied by the SLDF. Amaris and his sycophants hadn't been really looking to help the periphery but rather simply to install themselves at the top of the pyramidal order of human space, so Taurian casualties of any stripe hadn't really been a concern either.
"What are the chances if all three of us know its gotten out to other parties?"
"Realistically sir, its a wonder no one found these things before now... so I would say pretty good," The University of Volgadon graduate drawled. The consensus was to act first. Drop fast and hard on the world, damn the consequences and land before Black Jack McGirk made for Brinton, or the Taurians, or the Capellans made a move, secure the weapons and then safely destroy them.
That sounded nice.
That sounded clean.
It sounded like a good way to start a war.
They could not in any circumstance tell the Taurians the weapons were there. That would raise questions, and frankly he didn't trust them enough with what those weapons were supposed to be... and if he came in and attempt to broker a settlement for a multinational destruction of the weapons... it would advertise what the weapons were and likely start a fight over their existence, or their provenance... and the officer was correct it was a wonder they hadn't been found before hand.
"Sir?"
"Leave me, I have to consider what options are even available to us due to the geopolitical consequences." The other officers in the room looked disappointed to not be at least heard out, but his eyes were focused on the Rim World Republics badging and data of the report, and not on them. He had to wonder what would happen... but he could sort of guess Brinton would become a battlefield even if they did nothing.
Even if they did jump in destroy the weapons, and then leave, then what? The Taurians would be pissed... but most likely the Capellans on any kind of validation of the mere existence of the weapons would likely still jump the border and hit Brinton blitzing any remaining Taurian defenders or Taurian Relief Forces that had arrived in hopes of finding anything that had been missed.
That they might miss something was a very real cause for concern.
Then of course was if they acted it would likely prompt hostilities from the Taurians, and also possibly the Capellans who might assume that the 'honorable third party' intervention was a 'claim jump', modern parlance, taking advantage of the situation to abscond with league era weapons.
His desk computer chimed reminding him that he still had a meeting with the ambassador for the Magistracy of Canopus who presumably wanted a word about their own security concerns. The Precentor of Luxen had been abducted in mid broadcast ... and there was still no word if he was dead... but that was itself an issue. He didn't understand why ComStar hadn't sunk money into hiring mercenaries, but he was kind of glad they hadn't as small as the margravate was he didn't want a ComStar presence in his pentarchy of worlds.
Maybe ComStar had some internal argument about who to hire, maybe they wanted some really big name unit to do their dirty work and they just weren't interested in taking some job of indeterminate length in the periphery ... maybe there was some other feature or combinations of factors or actors involved in the mess... but ComStar was being reactive, and failing to protect its assets and that simply couldn't go on forever if it was true that Black Jack was making a habit of making an example of torturing senior Comstar adepts for the cameras, which from the rumors and the news going around was precisely what the pirate king was doing.
He hit the key, "Inform Lady Centrella that my schedule is free to see her now, and then clear the rest of my schedule for the day." He ordered the Lieutenant Junior Grade, naval, manning the front office. The motes of light in the mean time reappeared shaping into the suits of playing cards for him to contemplate.
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Anna Marie Centrella returned to her apartments in Coromodir city's diplomatic megaplex that housed the Magistracy's embassy with less than she had wanted, but still reasonably satisfied with her progress in terms of negotiations.
The documents from the Magistracy's intelligence services were ancient. They had been dug out of secret archives sheltered from the ravages of the successor wars and carefully protected some enterprising muckraker had coined the nickname 'war breed' for the most elite of 'mech warriors during the hidden war, as Combine and Terran pilots had saddled up to one another.
To the periphery it had just been another case of Inner Sphere Hypocrisy until those pilots had begun arriving in the periphery as expressions of Terran, and then Star League authority, because the SLDF had deployed Terran and Combine pilots side by side against rebel forces.
All the same she pressed play on the battle rom...
... and recoiled as the flashes of gunfire started and the perspective camera shaking. The Marauder and its lance mates had dropped from orbit, the classic feet first into hell attack of SLDF elites and had begun engaging Hidden Army forces, the rom was dated 2766 a few months into the New Vandenburg revolts. The Straios who had composed the report had identified that the Command Company arriving were the HQ element, each lance supported by two heavy weight ASF, of a Terran Special Operations Force Regiment... and in this case the Marauder in question was piloted by Colonel Arsacid.
Not that they had a still image from the campaign. The SOF Regiment had landed in force, and annihilated hundreds of Rim World and Taurian machines gathered as part of a nominal Hidden Army division fighting in the rebellion with the aid of, clearing the way for arriving SLDF regular units.
The image of the Colonel in question was from the occupation of the Magistracy's capital in the same year. He didn't look any different in the three dimensional rotating hologram of the Magestrix's palace than when she had met him this afternoon. Tall, clean shaven aquiline features eyes that were appropriate for a dangerous avian.
... and that was the detail that was concerning. The data, well she knew she wasn't the first it had been sent. It had only come to her after first being evaluated by the modern Magistracy's intelligence and foreign service in an attempt to decide on what to do. The Aurgians were one thing, they were descendants of SLDF personnel, or at least a number of their noble houses were and their nobility... but that didn't seem to be the case.
One of the reports further down in the packet indicated significant certainty that the drops against Grim Sybil's pirate warren and action on that desolate moon had been an SLDF conducted operation with SLDF numbers involved for the unit in question.
Arsacid in just the war in the periphery had a kill count to warrant the moniker and the ridiculous absurd poetry the combine had concocted for him of demon king. There were excerpts of it in the report not the least of which was the Combine's official minister to the Magistracy wasn't nearly as discrete as the man thought he was.