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Title: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 13, 2012, 01:11:47 AM
Scorpio Ascendant

A Novel of an Alternative BattleTech Universe

by Stephen T Bynum

All Rights Reserved


Prologue


Temple of the Nine Muses
Roche, Clan Homeworlds
May 4, 3030


The flash of a bolt of lightning lit the dark sky, casting long shadows over the rocky wastelands of Roche. The massive fortress—carved from a granite mesa more than two centuries ago by the laborers of Clan Widowmaker and first named Spiderholm in their honor; the fortress sullenly brooded over the parched and barren landscape beneath it. Star Colonel Mikhail Kirov halted his climb along the long and winding path that led from the valley below to the entrance tunnel above. He looked out at the low hanging clouds that hid the stars from his sight, the glow of the night moon as well, and he nodded as another thundering crash from the heavens heralded a lightning strike in the distant wastes.
 
Roche herself will soon weep for my Scorpions, he thought, even as the first heavy drops of the storm began to plummet down around him. He ignored the warm rain that splattered from his ceremonial leathers, and he once more resumed his course towards the Temple of the Nine Muses. Cleansed of the taint of the Widowmakers, Spiderholm had been given to the Scorpions in appreciation for their defense of Khan Jerome Winson of the Wolves during that long ago War. Forty years of work by artisans and laborers had removed all symbols of the defunct Clan, and transformed the fat-bellied Spider that had once rested above the gates on eight slender legs into a rearing Scorpion, its obsidian sting poised to deliver death.
 
How prideful we are, Mikhail thought as he stared into the polished golden gemstones that served the eighty-meter wide statue of a Goliath Scorpion for eyes. This edifice is what we wasted our finest days upon, when we could—and should—have devoted our strength to making the Nest strong. You care not for such works, he directed towards the massive statue as he continued to climb the ramp. You care only with our devotion to your ideals; a devotion which has, of late, gone awry.
 
But the unmoving colossus of polished granite and obsidian and precious stones dug from the Wastes remained silent.
 
At long last, Mikhail reached the summit, and he nodded in approval as the Elemental Warriors on duty raised their weapons—and servo-mounted automatic cannons swiveled towards the approaching Warriors. While the old fortress was now a ‘temple’ in name, she had not been totally stripped of her claws.
 
“I am Star Colonel Mikhail Kirov, commander of the 24th Scorpion Cuirassier Cluster. I am expected this evening, Warriors.”
 
“Sir,” one barked, “if the Star Colonel would present his codex for confirmation.”
 
Mikhail removed one leather gauntlet and held out his clenched fist and bare forearm, a tight metal band fixed just below his wrist adorned with blinking lights. A second Elemental stepped forward and pressed an electronic reader to the codex, and then both the reader and codex beeped.
 
“Your identity has been confirmed, Star Colonel Kirov. You have full authorization to enter the Temple,” the commander of the Elemental Guards said in a much softer and restrained voice.
 
Kirov nodded as he tugged the gauntlet back on and he briskly moved forward, followed by each and every one of the Blood-named Warriors assigned to The Khan’s Own Cluster. Twenty-two pairs of steel-shod boots echoed down the long sloping tunnel as those Warriors moved downwards in Mikhail’s wake, passing by gun emplacements set in the walls, underneath murder holes in the ceiling, and through two more checkpoints before he finally entered the Scorpion Grand Cathedral itself.
 
The Chamber was filled by Scorpions dressed in their ceremonial leathers, gathered about the room; few looked up as Mikhail and his entourage entered. Ignoring the rest, Mikhail picked up his pace and he strode with purpose towards the bier set in the center of the Cathedral; the bier upon which rested the body of his Khan, surrounded by a Guard of Honor bearing long flickering torches.
 
Mikhail stood there for what seemed to be an eternity, staring at the waxen features of the corpse of Conner Yeh as he lay there, slowly decomposing. Finally Mikhail turned to one of the Guards of Honor.
 
“Where is he?”
 
The young Warrior’s eyes grew large, and he stared at Mikhail for a moment. But the veteran Star Colonel’s gaze was too fierce to ignore, and he swallowed. “In his private chambers, Star Colonel—but he commanded that he not be disturbed.”
 
Mikhail snorted and he turned on his right foot and set off for the guarded pair of high doors leading into the depths of the warren that honeycombed the mesa turned Temple. Another Star Colonel stood in front of the door, and he shook his head and held up one hand.
 
“He is resting, Kirov, and is not to be disTURB—AARGH!” the voice turned into a scream as Mikhail grabbed the protestor by the throat and slammed him back into the stone wall. Conversation in the Grand Cathedral drifted to a halt as everyone present turned to look.
 
Mikhail glared at the two armed guards. “Open those doors now, Warriors, or kill me. For I swear if they are not unsealed in the next fifteen seconds, then I will kill the both of you.” He dropped the gagging Star Colonel on the ground, and Mikhail’s solemn officers hauled him away, pushing him from his post and tossing him to the flagstones.
 
The guards unlocked the doors and opened them wide for the passage of Mikhail and his band of men and women. He pressed forward, and behind them came a flood of other Scorpions, many with grins of glee upon their faces; a sad few resigned to the necessity of what was occuring; a handful in shock that someone was actually daring to press the issue.
 
Mikhail’s boots rang from the flagstones as he crossed the extravagant office—an office larger than the ‘Mech bay on an Overlord, and he shook his head in disgust as the naked pleasure girls and boys scampered like rabbits out of his path. He pressed forward until he reached the doors of Gregor Lunde’s sleeping chambers, and he thrust them open with a loud BANG against the cold stone walls.
 
The saKhan of the Scorpions looked up in confusion, and then he smiled at Mikhail. “Kirov, you came. It is good of you to pay your respects to our fallen Khan.”
 
“You are using again, are you not, Gregor?” Mikhail asked softly.
 
The saKhan smiled, and he lifted an injector and pressed it against his own throat—the luminous green liquid plunging into his bloodstream. “Necrosia is the Scorpion’s gift to us, Mikhail—through it we see what he wants us to see. And you shall address me as Khan, Star Colonel.”
 
“Tell me, ‘Khan’, were you high when the Jaguars killed Yeh two days ago? When you abandoned him and his Star to pursue your own glory in individual combat?”
 
“I care not for your tone, or for your accusations, Star Colonel. I had imbibed the Gift to sharpen my senses and defeat the Jaguars—and defeat my opponent I did.”
 
“Yet, you lost the Trial, and you allowed the Khan to die.”
 
“Had he been a better Warrior, he would be alive today. I think that I shall instruct all of the Scorpions to inject the Gift before battle—it makes one fight better, sharper, clearer; and removes the distractions and discomforts of our daily drudge.’
 
Mikhail shook his head, a look of revulsion upon his face. “Our Clan has fallen enough, Gregor. I challenge you, here and now to a Trial of Grievance. You are not fit to be Khan. You are not fit to be a Warrior.”
 
“Ah, but to Challenge a Khan, one must be a Khan. Or have a Khan’s approval. Do you have the approval of a Khan, Mikhail?”
 
“No. But I have their approval,” the Star Colonel answered as he swept his hand towards the densely packed crowd of Blood Named Warriors who filled Lunde’s office and watched.
 
“Perhaps you do,” Lunde mused as he stood and stretched. “Shall we arrange for combat in ‘Mechs, or . . .” Lunde smiled. “No, I feel the rush of necrosia in my veins. Kirov, if you mean to challenge me, I shall meet you here and now. And I will defeat you.”
 
“Here? Now? With what the two of use have at our disposal, my Khan?”
 
“Was that not what I said?” Lunde asked as he picked up a knife, the light flickering from the keenly honed edge.
 
Mikhail smiled. “Bargained well and done,” he snapped as his left hand dropped down and he drew his slug-thrower and fired two shots into Lunde’s chest, and the saKhan collapsed to the floor, bleeding profusely.
 
“Or perhaps, saKhan Lunde, I should say that you bargained poorly,” he said as he raised the pistol and fired twice more into the man’s forehead.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: drakensis on May 13, 2012, 06:06:51 AM
Well, it's hard to see that the Scorpions could be worse off than this. Stagnant, degenerate... possibly only avoiding absorption because no one wants them.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 13, 2012, 10:25:13 AM
To build high, you must first clear the ground and make certain the foundations are sound!   ;D  Looking back over Warriors of Kerensky, Field Manual:  Warden Clans, Field Manual:  Crusader Clans, Invading Clans, and other material, we certainly get the impression that the Scorpions are excellent warriors in a one-on-one environment, but the Clan appears to be on the decline.  Although we can take the impressions of OTHER Clans with a grain of salt, they ALL seem to imply that the Scorpions rely far too much on necrosia; almost to the point of the Clan being shunned for their hedonistic ways.

We can dismiss such views as exaggerations and propaganda, but I thought it would be interesting to use that sterotype as a basis of fact--and then reform the Scorpions from that starting point in the story itself.  As of the date of the story (3030), they are very much a third-tier Clan:  24 Clusters, no PGCs, no Solahma, BattleMechs and standard ASF in their front-line Clusters, enclaves on a mere five worlds (if you count Strana Mechty), little industry, few easily accessible resources, heavy use of intoxicants (especially necrosia), almost a third of the available Warriors of the Clan wandering as individual Seekers on their vision quests for relics of the Star League.

Frankly, as much as I like the Scorpions, they should have been absorbed by the Wolves or Jaguars or Bears or . . . well, anybody by now.  But no one wants them.  It is the ultimate Clan snub; you don't deserve to exist, yet you are too insignificant and beneath ME to be absorbed; and you aren't worth the effort of Annihilation. 

By starting from this nadir of the Scorpion history, I hope that we can make the reformations appear to be more than a mere 'book' reorganization to the reader; he will actually get to see how the Clan changes course and corrects its past errors, and becomes a Clan of Kerensky in deed as well as in name.

Just some rambling thoughts.

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 13, 2012, 10:53:09 AM
Indeed They do need to remember their purpose. To rise up and regain their place as one of Kerensky's Clans once more.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 13, 2012, 09:10:04 PM
Temple of the Nine Muses
Roche, Clan Homeworlds
May 6, 3030


Loremaster Angela Tazegul frowned from her appointed seat on the dais at the gathered Warriors of the Clan Council who were seated around the semi-circular auditorium.  Many of her Seekers were still absent, far distant from the world of Roche on various quests—but far too many of the remainder of the Clans Bloodnamed were present.  The other two thrones carved from living stone were empty, for both the Khan and saKhan were now dead.  The Khan having died at the hands of the Jaguars; the saKhan murdered by one of his own officers.

At long last, the doors to the underground chamber were closed, the dull thud echoing through the auditorium, and Angela stood.  She walked across to a pedestal set to one side of the dais.  “On this, the Sixth day of May, in the year 3030, I hereby call to order this meeting of the Council of the Blood Named of Clan Goliath Scorpion.”  She paused and took a deep breath.  “Lacking a quorum, I hereby postpone the elections,” outraged shouts from the audience thundered down upon her, and scores of the assembled officers sprang to their feet, “for Khan and saKhan for a period of no more than sixty days!” She finished raising her voice to a shout.

One officer seated in on the front row stood, and slowly the noise abated as the Scorpion Warriors once again took their seats.  “Point of order, Loremaster,” Mikhail said calmly.  “I demand that the roster of the Blood Named be called to determine if a quorum is indeed present.”

“You have no right to demand anything, Star Colonel Kirov,” Angela snarled.  “Only a Khan, the Clan Loremaster, a Galaxy Commander, or a Star Admiral may demand the roster called.  There being none such here that will make that demand, this Council is hereby . . .”

“WAIT!” barked a voice as another Scorpion stood.  “This Clan cannot go sixty days without a leader, Loremaster.  I am David Ben-Shimon, Star Admiral of the Scorpion’s Destiny Naval Star, and I demand, as is my right under Clan law, that the roll be called.”

Angela glared at the old man, the oldest Warrior in the Clan toumen, who had challenged her.  But Ben-Shimon defiantly met her gaze, and it was Angela who first looked away.  "Fine,” she spat.  “The roll will be called.”

She walked back over to her throne and she sat once more, as a Star Captain stood at the podium.  “Brenda Arbuthnot,” he called out and a voice answered “Present.”  “Crystal Arbuthnot . . .” and there was only silence.  “Christopher Arbuthnot . . . Present.”  One by one, the Star Captain called out the names of each Blood Named Warrior of the Clan until all four hundred and ninety eight names had been read.

The officer looked down at the computerized tally log, and he turned towards the Loremaster, and bowed.  “Loremaster,” he said, “there being three hundred and seventy-four Blood Named Warriors present, a quorum is found to exist.”

Angela winced.  If there had been just eight fewer Warriors in the room, there would be no quorum.  Eight.  She stood and walked back over to the podium.  “A quorum being present, as revealed by a call of the roll of the Roster of the Blood Named, this Council of the Clan is now in session.  We are here today to select a new Khan and a new saKhan.  I submit to you that in these troubled times, the only choice for our Clan to elect a leader who is a proven Warrior, but also a Warrior who has proven her ability to command at the Galaxy and Clan level, one who is knowledgeable of Clan History and Law.  I submit to the Council my own name for consideration, citing my service as Loremaster of the Clan as proof of my qualifications.”

The Loremaster raised her left arm and presented her codex and she transferred her service record from the device fixed to her forearm to the room’s computer network.  “My qualifications are evident to any that examine the record.  There can be no other choice—not if our Clan is to continue.”

“Continue?  We will continue to be weak if you are elected Khan, Loremaster,” Mikhail said as he stood and ascended the risers to the dais.  “For too long, have we Scorpions been laughed at by our brother Clans.  We have stagnated, we have backslid, we have let the universe pass us by.  All this, has happened under the leadership of you, and Gregor Lunde, and Conner Yeh; your predecessors as well.  This must change.”

“How dare you, Star Colonel Kirov!” Angela snapped in a fury.  “I should demand of you a Trial of Grievance—GUARDS!  Remove this Warrior from these proceedings.”

“Stand your ground!” Mikhail barked.  “In this Council, Angela Tazegul, your rank is meaningless.   Once convened, the Council of the Blood Named offers every Warrior a single vote—neither the Khans nor the Loremaster have a greater say than any other who bears the honor of carrying the name of one of our Founders.  I will be heard, Loremaster; you shall not silence me.  Not here.  Not in this sacred chamber, not under the Laws which govern the Scorpions.”

Murmurs and whispers rose from the serried ranks of the Warriors, and Angela shook her head.  “Fine then—we will settle this later, Star Colonel.  Speak your piece.”

“For too long, brothers and sisters of the Scorpion,” Mikhail continued as he walked to the edge of the stage, “we have surrendered the initiative.  We have been complacent.  We have not been willing to maintain our edge.  Our leaders, in their blind obsession with the past, have given leave for a full third of our Warriors to Seek.  A third, my brethren!  Is there even one Cluster or Ship in our toumen which is not at this moment understrength?  Can even one of you here today, tell me in truth that your command does not need trained Warriors?”

“Instead, we waste our strength; we squander the most precious of resources our Clan has available:  the Warriors who are our claws and our stinger.”  Mikhail shook his head and he chuckled in bitter irony.  “Scorpion Warriors are trained to a degree that other Clans cannot even imagine.  You are no mindless Jaguars, nor haughty Falcons, nor trickster Coyotes, nor greedy Sharks.  You, each of you, are Scorpions.  We teach philosophy and history, alongside martial expertise—we demand that our Warriors prove themselves mentally as well as physically.  Each of you know this, you have achieved what no other Clan demands.”

“And yet, since the development of necrosia, we have become less than we should be.  Why is that?  Not because we give our Sibkin this drug so that they may prove their will and their strength, their devotion to the Scorpion.  No.  We have become less because our Warriors, some of them, abuse this substance.  Look no farther than former saKhan Gregor Lunde.  Who abandoned our Khan to his death while under the influence of this drug in a pursuit for his own personal glory.  Is that what our Clan has descended too?”

Angela snorted.  “You killed Gregor Lunde in an illegal Trial of Grievance, Star Colonel Kirov.  I intend to see you hang for that.”

Mikhail turned to face Angela Tazegul, and he smiled.  “I stood with the courage of my convictions, Loremaster.  That is the heart of what the Scorpion is—and I think you will find that there are ample witnesses to the legality of that Trial.  Yes, I killed Gregor Lunde.  Who allowed the Jaguars to slaughter our Khan.  I shot him four times and I removed his misery from our Clan.  I do not regret that deed; I exult in that deed.”

“Are you confident, Warriors of the Scorpion?  Confident that our course is the right one . . . or do you fear that we are becoming a target for the next Absorption?  That we have wasted our talents and our honor; and have forgotten what it means to be Scorpions.  Ask yourself this:  would Cyrus Elam look upon his Clan of today with pride . . . or with disgust.  Would Jenna Scott?  Would Naomi Djerassi?  Would Ethan Moreau?”

Mikhail shook his head.  “I believe that they would not be proud of us.  We have expanded not one square meter of territory since the death of Ethan Moreau.  Our toumen is the smallest of all the Clans of Kerensky—and we cannot even produce the OmniMechs, and OmniFighters, and Battle Armor that we use.  Most of Clusters use Star League ‘Mechs that have been repaired time and again; still more use modern BattleMechs—because we cannot afford to give our Warriors, the finest Warriors in these Clans of Kerensky, the tools and equipment they need to make our Clan strong.”

“We cannot do this because of how many resources this Temple of the Nine Muses and the Seekers—a third of our Clan, I remind you—pull away for dusty pieces of antiquity that sit unused in storage.  We are Scorpions, my brethren.  And we shall always Seek.  But like the drug necrosia, we should Seek in moderation, lest our visions become our poison.”

Mikhail looked out of the assembled Warriors and he nodded.  “Our future is in your hands today, brothers and sisters of the Scorpion.  Make your decision well.”

He then leapt down from the stage and he sat.  Angela walked up and slowly clapped her hands.  “Bravo, Star Colonel Kirov.  Bravo.  What a performance; of course you do not understand what this Clan represents.  We discover the past and in doing so we open the door to the future.  A future that will not have you as one of our leaders,” she smirked.  “You did not even nominate yourself for Khan.”

“Nominating one’s own self is a sign of arrogance and a lack of trust in one’s brothers and sisters, Loremaster,” Mikhail answered.  “I have faith that my Scorpions will make the correct decision.”

The aged David Ben-Shimon stood again.  “And in any case, he does not have to nominate himself, Loremaster.  I propose Mikhail Kirov for the post of Khan of Clan Goliath Scorpion!” he shouted.  “Is there a second?”

“AYE!” thundered the crowd, and Angela’s eyes went wide.

“We are tired of being laughed at, Loremaster," Ben-Shimon continued.  "We are hungry for a leader who actually leads and does not represent the status quo which has so failed us!  I call for nominations to be closed and the vote held!”

One by one, the Scorpion Warriors began to chant, “Mikhail!  Mikhail!  Mikhail!  MIKHAIL!  MIKHAIL!”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: drakensis on May 14, 2012, 06:06:36 AM
By starting from this nadir of the Scorpion history, I hope that we can make the reformations appear to be more than a mere 'book' reorganization to the reader; he will actually get to see how the Clan changes course and corrects its past errors, and becomes a Clan of Kerensky in deed as well as in name.
Well, I have to admit that tempts me to see what I could do with another self-crippled clan rather than the relatively potent Star Adders.

Not sure what could be done with the Fire Mandrills offhand...
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on May 14, 2012, 01:24:19 PM
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Most of Clusters use Star League ‘Mechs that have been repaired time and again; still more use modern BattleMechs

use or don't use?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 14, 2012, 02:40:06 PM
Clan Goliath Scorpion Headquarters Complex, Lieurus
Roche, Clan Homeworlds
June 17, 3030


“Nikolai,” Mikhail said as he rose from his seat and extended a hand towards the young ristar.  “That was certainly prompt.”

“My Khan orders and I obey,” Star Captain Nikolai Djerassi said with a grin as he shook the Khan’s hand firmly.

Mikhail chuckled.  “SaKhan David Ben-Shimon, I do not believe that you have been introduced to young Nikolai here.  He tested out as a Star Captain three years ago and it was his Trinary that won two of three trials we Scorpions have successfully completed during that time.”  And here, Mikhail’s mood shifted.  Three successful Trials in three years—and twenty-eight more that the Clan had lost.  It was good that the Clans did not often share information among each other, for the weakness the Scorpions had shown would have normally caused a deluge of trials as Clans began snapping up the limited Scorpion resources left and left.

“SaKhan,” Nikolai said, as he shook the older man’s hand as well.

“Star Captain Djerassi.”

“Chief Scientist Philip,” Mikhail continued, indicating one of three civilian caste members, before moving on to the others, “Merchant Factor Thomas, and Technical Master Olivia.”

“Sirs, and Madame,” Nikolai greeted each of the civilians gravely.

“Take a seat, Star Captain,” Mikhail said as he sat, followed his subordinates.  “I have just returned from an inspection tour of all Scorpio facilities in the Pentagon and the Homeworlds, Star Captain Djerassi—and I am most distressed at our current state of affairs.”

Mikhail paused and he turned back to the three civilians.  “And this budget you have given me to review; frankly I cannot make any sense of it, which is why I called you in here to explain to me exactly where our resources as a Clan are going?”

Merchant Factor Thomas smiled thinly, and he sat forward.  “Technically, as you are well aware, my Khan, we do not have an official standard of currency in the Homeworlds.  Money is, after all, one of the evils that Nicolas Kerensky, may be blessed in all that he wrought, sought to do away with.  However, we have a de facto currency, which we in the Merchant Caste refer to as the kerensky, ironically enough.  In the first days of the Clans, even while ilKhan Nicolas refused to accept printing or minting of a new monetary system, he realized that an intra-Clan system of resource transference would be needed.  He didn’t like it, he recognized the importance.  A kerensky, my Khan, is based upon the value of one standard burst of machine-gun ammunition; a full ton thus having the value of 100 kerenskys.”

“Having this unchanging standard as our basis, the Merchant Castes were able to estimate the value of all other items produced by our society, from food, fuel, munitions, OmniMechs, to construction projects, Orbital Stations, and WarShips. Accordingly, we can trade this de facto currency between Clans, bankers such as the Falcons can generate a profit on making loans available, and we can gauge how efficiently each Clan uses the raw resources at its disposal.”

Mikhail nodded.  “I understand that, Thomas.  I do not comprehend this budget document,” he flatly stated as he tapped the two-thousand plus bound pages of figures and percentiles.  “The numbers do not add up; totaling all of the line item expenses listed here, we are missing 4.2% of our total revenues for the Clan.  Factor Thomas, I need an explanation for this discrepancy.”

The Merchant squirmed, and the Scientist and Technician both edged away from him.  “Ah, then you were not briefed on Operation Pathfinder, then?  My Khan?”

“No.  Pray tell, Factor Thomas, what is Pathfinder?”

“Fourteen years ago, Khan Yeh decided that the Dragoon reports from the Inner Sphere were . . . incomplete.  There were gaps in the information that we received, gaps that appeared—to him—be deliberate.  He decided to begin a clandestine project codenamed Pathfinder.”

Mikhail groaned, and he lowered his head into his hands, his elbows propped up on the desk; the saKhan looked absolutely furious.  “I am not going to like this, am I?”

“I doubt that you will, my Khan.  Pathfinder is a scouting expedition undertaken by certain . . . naval assets . . . assets that are not . . . officially part of our toumen.  Supported by the Seekers and directed by the Loremaster.”

“A scouting expedition to where, exactly?” David Ben-Shimon growled.  “And what naval assets that I, as the ranking Star Admiral of the Scorpion Fleet was unaware of?”

Thomas swallowed heavily.  “We are scouting the Inner Sphere, my Khans.  With three Tracker-class surveillance vessels mistakenly classified as Merchant-class JumpShips.”

Silence filled the office, and all three Scorpion officers stared at the merchant in abject horror.  “Khan Yeh sent his own expedition to the Inner Sphere?  Against the direct order of the Grand Council of Khans?”  Nikolai blurted out, before he blushed and lowered his head.  “My apologies, Khan Kirov.”

Mikhail waved it off.  “Continue.”

“That missing part of the budget is why I am aware of the Project, my Khan.  I was not the Clan’s Merchant Factor when Pathfinder was begun, but I was given need to know in order to conceal the loss of the revenue—at the direct order of Khan Yeh, saKhan Lunde, and Loremaster Tazegul.  These ships cycle back and forth between the Homeworlds and the Inner Sphere, delivering Seekers searching for lost artifacts of the Star League, and collecting data on the Inner Sphere since the reports from the Dragoon Expedition ceased.”

“I want those ships—and Seekers—recalled immediately.  Is that understood, Factor Thomas?”

“Only the Loremaster has the means to contact them, my Khan.  And, if I may speak frankly, Sir, she has no great love of you or for your proposed reforms.  My merchants have heard . . . chatter . . . from her agents in Gamma Galaxy.  Nothing more than talk, perhaps, but the words chosen by these Warriors has given me pause.”

“I see,” Mikhail said and he exchanged a long look with his saKhan.  “That matter will be corrected in very short order, Factor Thomas, I assure you.  Along with the budget allotment that provides the Temple of the Nine Muses, the Loremaster, and her Seekers with the same proportion of the Clan’s resources as the entire fighting toumen of the Clan.  Nikolai, you are probably wondering why I summoned you here to this meeting, and why I have permitted you to sit here and listen.  It has been so that you might know my reasons for commanding this of you.  I want you to challenge Angela Tazegul to a Trial of Grievance, Star Colonel Djerassi.  You must recover the recall codes and HPG communications protocols to contact the various components of Pathfinder, and you must do so without raising the suspicons of the Watch or the Grand Council.  And once you have those codes and protocols, Nikolai, I want Angela Tazegul dead.  Can you do this, for the Clan?”

“Yes, my Khan,” the young Warrior answered in a confident voice.  “She will not escape her crimes.”

“Good.  I have recalled the 20th Cuirassier Cluster here to Roche, and through a judicious amount of reassignments, I have brought that Cluster up to 120% of TO&E strength—with the finest Warriors in our Clan.  None of whom are necrosia abusers.  That is your Cluster, Star Colonel.  Go, gather your Warriors, bid well, and end this problem before it comes to the attention of the other Clans.”

Nikolai stood, and he bowed.  “My sting shall strike true, Khan Kirov.”  He then turned on his heel and left the office.  The corner of Mikhail’s mouth twisted in a smile, and he focused his attention on the civilians once more.  “And now, lady and gentlemen, we will go through this budget line-by-line and see what we can afford to cut and what we must, as a Clan, retain in order to become strong and proud once more.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 14, 2012, 02:42:06 PM
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Most of Clusters use Star League ‘Mechs that have been repaired time and again; still more use modern BattleMechs

use or don't use?

Most of the Clan's BattleMechs are ancient SLDF equipment.  A majority of the remainder are modern SECOND-LINE BattleMechs.  Because the Clan does not have enough OMNIMECHS to fully outfit even the eight front-line Clusters, let alone the sixteen second-line units.

That is what I was trying to say.  I should have phrased it better, Ice.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 15, 2012, 02:46:20 AM
They do need to upgrade quickly. Great Storytelling so far.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on May 15, 2012, 02:36:27 PM
That is what I was trying to say.  I should have phrased it better, Ice.

You could have written Second-Line 'Mechs.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 15, 2012, 10:45:12 PM
Temple of the Nine Muses
Roche, Clan Homeworlds
June 18, 3030


“I do apologize, Star Colonel, but at the orders of the Loremaster, your troops cannot enter the Temple,” the Elemental stated as he held one out raised hand towards Nikolai. 

“Understood, Warrior,” Nikolai said with a genial smile.  “May I have your rank, name, and Blood Lineage?”

“Point Commander Marcus, of Demos, Star Colonel,” he answered . . . and then paused.  “Why do you inquire as to my Blood Lineage, Sir?”

“To ensure that the Scientists remove the proper genetic legacy from our breeding program, of course,” Nikolai replied, his smile twisting to show his bare teeth.  “Would you expect anything less of a Warrior who disobeys his Khan to follow the orders of a lower ranking officer?”

“The Khan?  I have received no orders from the Khan, Star Colonel.”

“Ah, then we must remedy that forthwith, Point Commander Marcus.  Here is an electronic copy of his orders for the 20th Cuirassier to enter the Temple on Clan business.”

Nikolai held out a data-pad, and the Elemental attached one lead to his arm mounted computer data-port.  Nikolai watched as the information was downloaded, and then the Elemental stood straight.  “I do not disobey my Khan, Star Colonel.”

“Of course not; such disobedience is a grave matter of dishonor, Point Commander.  By the authority of the Khan, you and your men are relieved of duty—return to your barracks and await orders from your new commander.  My men will assume responsibility for guarding the Temple.”

“My new commander, Star Colonel?”

“Khan Kirov is most . . . displeased with the bearing and attitude of Star Colonel Solheim—the 14th Grenadiers will be receiving a new commander within the next twenty-four hours.  Until then, I have orders to take him into custody and confine him to his quarters.”

The Elemental didn’t move for several moments, and then he leaned forward, the mirror image of Nikolai in his visor distorting slightly.  “Star Colonel, Gamma Galaxy has the right to select its new officers from within its own ranks—it is tradition.  The other Clusters, they will not . . .”

“Matter, Point Commander Marcus.  The 3rd Cuirassiers, 16th Dragoons, and 8th Uhlans are on field training exercises and are at least two days travel away.  Should the commanders of those Clusters choose to disobey their Khan, the consequences for their legacy will be grim.  Their Warriors as well will suffer.  I do not believe they would risk such a schism for Andrei Solheim, or Angela Tazegul.  We will take your warning under advisement, however.”

The Elemental saluted and then he led his point off into the Temple.  “Post guards on all the choke-points and entrances, Randall,” Nikolai said to his second-in-command, Star Captain Randall Posavatz.  “Has Epsilon and Zeta secured the airfield?”

“Two minutes ago, Star Colonel.”

“Very well, post the remaining ‘Mechs here to garrison the entrance, have the fighters land, refuel, and remain on standby; the Elementals are to accompany me—split off points as needed to secure choke-points in the interior.  You are to assume command here—allow no one to pass without either my authorization or the Khan’s.”

“Understood, Sir.”

Nikolai began to descend the ramp into the Temple of the Nine Muses, with Battle Armor clad Elementals trailing behind him.

*****************************************************************

Angela Tazegul was still pulling on her field jacket as she exited her quarters.  The sounds of gunfire—gunfire in the Temple—had awakened her, and no one was answering her calls!  But the sight before her in the Grand Cathedral brought her to a halt.  Several of the men and women most loyal to her lay bleeding out on the flagstones—and the massive hall was filled with Elementals whose armor was marked with a blue shield adorned by several stars, forming the ancient constellation of Scorpio, as seen from old Terra.

One young officer, clad not in armor, but in his field uniform smiled at her and he clicked his heels together and bowed slightly.  “Loremaster Tazegul; how good of you to join us this evening.”

“What is the meaning of this?  I will have you torn limb from limb for spilling blood in this sacred hall!”

“I bear a message for you, Loremaster, from our Khan—and these . . . former Warriors did not wish to allow me to present it to you.”

“Oh, he has sent a message.  Invading the Temple, desecrating this shrine to our past; I shall shed his blood and his dishonor will be made manifest!”

“You sound more like a Cobra than a Scorpion, Loremaster,” the Star Colonel answered with a wry grin.  “Our Khan is more than slightly displeased with you given that more than a month has passed since his election, and yet you have not met with him once, or answered his summons to meetings important to the Clan’s future.  Are the broken artifacts of our past truly more important to you than the future of our Clan?”

“What is your name?” Angela snarled.  “I will have your genes annihilated.”

“Nikolai Djerassi, commander of the 20th Cuirassier, Loremaster.  I would say at your service, but I serve only the Scorpion and the Khans whom he deigns to place over us Warriors.”

“I am the Loremaster, Djerassi—my place was confirmed again by the Blood Named at the Council.  Your insolence will be your undoing.”

“And your arrogance will be yours, Loremaster.”

Another Scorpion officer briskly walked up to Nikolai and saluted.  “The Temple is secured, Star Colonel.  Our pre-assault intelligence has been confirmed—there are no visitors from the other Clans present at this time.”

“Very good, Star Commander,” Nikolai answered and he turned back to face Angela.  “We know about Pathfinder, Loremaster,” he said calmly, and Angela’s face drained of color.  “We know of the funds that you have diverted—and your Khan demands an answer for both.”

Nikolai walked over to a display case and he opened it, and lifted an ancient pistol, encrusted with gemstones and gild with gold plate.  He smiled and shook his head.  “This is the very weapon that Stefan Amaris used to murder Richard Cameron.  According to the diaries of General DeChevilier; of course, he could have lied or been mistaken.  Does it still work, Loremaster?”

Nikolai turned back to face her, still holding the pistol, not quite directly pointed at—but neither was it pointed away.

“You cannot simply kill me, Star Colonel—that is against the Way of the Clans.”

“Well, I could very well simply kill you, Loremaster.  And my troops would not give a damn in the slightest over the death of a traitor such as yourself.  But I will not resort to killing you—not in this manner, at least, and not with this tainted weapon.”

Nikolai placed the laser back in its case and closed the lid.  “Where are the recall codes and communication protocols for Pathfinder, Loremaster?”

She smirked.  She actually smirked at Nikolai.  “Your Khan will not issue those orders—that decision is mine alone.”

“I believe you, Loremaster.  But let us test the resolve of that fiery spirit of yours.”  Nikolai snapped his fingers and four Elementals entered the room, followed by a half-dozen technicians.  Between them they carried an interrogation couch, the pharmaceuticals, the pain-inducing machines, and Angela blanched.

“I demand a Trial of Refusal!” she cried.

“Granted, and I shall face you—after we extract what we need, Loremaster.”

The Loremaster turned to run, but Elementals grabbed her arms and dragged her screaming towards the couch, where she was strapped down and needles shoved into her veins.

Nikolai stood over her.  “One last chance to end this, Loremaster:  where are the recall codes and communication protocols?”

She spat on him.  “You will burn!  The entire Clan will burn if you follow Kirov!  He will break away from the tradition of Nicolas Kerensky, from the Path we Scorpions must follow!”

Nikolai nodded and he calmly wiped away the spittle from his face.  “We do this the hard way then—never fear, Loremaster.  I shall give you time to recover afterwards so that you may face me at your fullest strength and skill.  Gentlemen, you may begin.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 16, 2012, 12:02:47 AM
Quote from: Chris O'Farrel said
"And now Loremaster, we will discuss the location of your secret Pathfinder base"

And now, a thought RE finding a balance between seeking and tradition vs operational capacity in the Clan.

 Why not make it that if you want to go Seeking the lost treasures of the Star League, you can ONLY do so as an unblooded warrior? Unless you have the direct consent of a Khan, Loremaster, Galaxy Commander / Star Admiral? Essentially in most cases, making it off limits to Bloodnamed warriors who comprimse the bulk of command level officers and Elite Clan warriors?

 So it encourages the younger Warriors after a few years of service to go and walk this path if they feel drawn to it, but the intense competition for Bloodname places will put an artifical cap on doing this for an extended period of time, because if you spend TOO long, other Risestars will take your place and you'll never amount to anything in the Clan, something that will keep 90% of warriors honest. Thus many warriors will early on in their life after few years on the front line take SOME time to go seeking some vission, but will not spend too long as doing so robs them of valuable combat experience which gets them nominated for Bloodnames?

 And then when they ARE a Bloodnamed warrior, they cannot go running around unless they can convince the Clans senior leadership it would be of value to both the Warrior AND the Clan. And as the older warriors fail to win Bloodnames start to reach the end of their service lives at 30, they can then put off joining the ranks of the Solahma for many years by stepping down from frontline service and becoming Far Seekers, who are honored by the Clans as having given their 'dues' of service and now, older and presumably much wiser, if they have a strong vission they are supported (and expected) by the Clan to go and seek it out.

 Thus they make way for the younger generations of warriors, you don't have to waste the older people in useless suicide squads (let alone have to equip them with your scant military resources if you want them to be even at all effective) and they gain a sort of parallel honor to the Bloodnamed if they DO find what they are looking for, honored by the Clans as True Seekers or something, and gaining some measure of immortality that way in the Rememberence.


 Just putting a ramble of ideas out there!

Chris O'F, over on Spacebattles came up with this idea.  And I like it!  Any thoughts as whether or not it could work?

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 16, 2012, 03:00:20 AM
Good Quick Action
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: drakensis on May 16, 2012, 04:49:13 AM
Quote from: Chris O'Farrel said
"And now Loremaster, we will discuss the location of your secret Pathfinder base"

And now, a thought RE finding a balance between seeking and tradition vs operational capacity in the Clan.

 Why not make it that if you want to go Seeking the lost treasures of the Star League, you can ONLY do so as an unblooded warrior? Unless you have the direct consent of a Khan, Loremaster, Galaxy Commander / Star Admiral? Essentially in most cases, making it off limits to Bloodnamed warriors who comprimse the bulk of command level officers and Elite Clan warriors?

 So it encourages the younger Warriors after a few years of service to go and walk this path if they feel drawn to it, but the intense competition for Bloodname places will put an artifical cap on doing this for an extended period of time, because if you spend TOO long, other Risestars will take your place and you'll never amount to anything in the Clan, something that will keep 90% of warriors honest. Thus many warriors will early on in their life after few years on the front line take SOME time to go seeking some vission, but will not spend too long as doing so robs them of valuable combat experience which gets them nominated for Bloodnames?

 And then when they ARE a Bloodnamed warrior, they cannot go running around unless they can convince the Clans senior leadership it would be of value to both the Warrior AND the Clan. And as the older warriors fail to win Bloodnames start to reach the end of their service lives at 30, they can then put off joining the ranks of the Solahma for many years by stepping down from frontline service and becoming Far Seekers, who are honored by the Clans as having given their 'dues' of service and now, older and presumably much wiser, if they have a strong vission they are supported (and expected) by the Clan to go and seek it out.

 Thus they make way for the younger generations of warriors, you don't have to waste the older people in useless suicide squads (let alone have to equip them with your scant military resources if you want them to be even at all effective) and they gain a sort of parallel honor to the Bloodnamed if they DO find what they are looking for, honored by the Clans as True Seekers or something, and gaining some measure of immortality that way in the Rememberence.


 Just putting a ramble of ideas out there!

Chris O'F, over on Spacebattles came up with this idea.  And I like it!  Any thoughts as whether or not it could work?

MA
Well it would be necessary to convince the bloodnamed warriors that they should give up on it as an endeavour.
Then again, it would imply that being bloodnamed is a duty, not a privilege. So well worth it if it can be done.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on May 16, 2012, 06:16:01 AM
Not a bad idea, but does not quite ring right, but I cannot work out why.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 16, 2012, 07:36:23 AM
I know the feeling but do not worry usually the answer reveals itself in the fullness of time.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on May 16, 2012, 01:42:51 PM
A bit too unClanlike with a lack of Trials (Trials that could have solved the problem) and the refusal of one.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 16, 2012, 10:03:01 PM
Temple of the Nine Muses
Roche, Clan Homeworlds
June 19, 3030


Nikolai tried not to think about the tens of thousands of tons suspended over his head as he exited the open cage elevator into the vast cavern his men had reported.  “How far down are we?” he asked the Archivist of the Temple.

“Not all that far, Star Colonel—only three hundred and forty-four meters below the surface.  Although if you count from the top of the mesa upon which the Temple is constructed, that adds another one hundred and eighteen meters to the total,” the civilian replied in answer.

The Warrior shivered slightly—not from a chill, for it was actually quite warm in the vast cavern—but from a slight touch of claustrophobia.  Nikolai shook his head, and sternly told his stomach to stop fluttering.  “And the equipment?”

“All of it is original, Star Colonel.  We discovered this series of caverns forty years ago after an accident revealed the elevator shaft.  It appears that the Widowmakers sealed it away either just before or during their Absorption Trial.  Quite a remarkable find, actually.”

Nikolai walked out across the uneven floor of the cavern until he reached the point where that first generation of Clansmen had smoothed away the granite to install row after row and bank after bank of complex manufacturing instruments.  The Archivist—and his assistants—followed Nikolai, pointing out each of the complexes machines and what they were meant to produce.

The cavern stretched for nearly half a kilometer in length, and was close to two hundred meters in width, and almost every square millimeter was filled with machinery to produce or move equipment.  Not all, certainly, and Nikolai looked into a gaping sheer pit in the floor that plunged into blackness.

“Ah, yes, Star Colonel.  The Spider’s Pipe, we call it.  It extends another two hundred meters in a nearly vertical shaft before reaching a small cavern that the Widowmakers used to discard refuse.”

“Shouldn’t there be safety rails or something?” Nikolai asked, and the Archivists looked at him askance.

“That would alter the condition of this find, Star Colonel!  We would never dare to do that.  We retain it all in pristine condition, as if the Widowmakers had sealed these chambers just yesterday and not more than a century ago.”

“Chambers?”

“Yes, Star Colonel.  This is Manufacturing Complex Alpha.  There is also Beta, Gamma, and Delta, plus the Assembly Cavern, which is truly magnificent—three times as large.”

Nikolai blinked and then he noticed something.  All of the controls for the massive machinery were showing a yellow light indicating the systems were on standby mode.  “This facility is operational?” he barked.

“Of course, Star Colonel.  We restored everything to pristine condition as a means to discover the truth of our ancestors and determine what the Widowmakers were producing.  These complexes can produce every single weapon, sensor, electronic device, power plant, and auxiliary systems required for combat vehicles and BattleMechs—with the exception of endo-steel internal structure and ferro-fibrous armor plating, both of which must be spun in zero-g conditions, of course.”

“And this was never reported to the Khan?”

“Well, we had to catalogue everything and establish the historical use, first Star Colonel.  And then, the Loremasters instructed us not to inform the Khan.  Did you know they implied that the Khan would remove this equipment and put it to use?”

Nikolai only stared at the civilian, and then he shook his head.  “Can this machinery produce modern systems, or only Star League systems?”

The Chief Archivist frowned, but his assistant spoke up eagerly.  “Much of the machinery is automated, although it requires supervision by the members of the Technical caste to operate, Star Colonel.  Updating the database is easily accomplished and would provide a means of manufacturing modern weapons and equipment.  That is,” he continued as the Chief Archivist glared at him, “we could if that did not entail altering this exhibit.”

“Exhibit?” Nikolai asked with one raised eyebrow.

“Yes, Star Colonel,” the Chief Archivist answered frostily.  “This entire complex is a historical find of unique importance.  It is worth far more to our Clan to be studied, not put into operation.”

“As a purely theoretical exercise, of course,” Nikolai continued, “exactly what could this facility produce in say . . . a month’s time if it were fully operational?  BattleMechs?  OmniMechs?  Tanks?  Battle Armor?  Small arms?”

“Oh, all of the above, Star Colonel,” the assistant answered promptly.  “We have estimated that between ten and fifteen BattleMechs—or OmniMechs, if the machinery was properly programmed and updated—could be produced each month, plus another ten Aerospace Fighters, ten combat vehicles, a hundred suits of Battle Armor, and tons of ordnance or replacement radars, radios, sensor arrays . . . it is a discovery that dwarfs all others.  The limit on production is actually the Assembly area—that section is not fully automated and would require a sizeable number of Technicians and Laborers and Scientists working on an assembly line to complete a number of combat units.  And, of course, the internal skeletal structures and armor would have to be shipped in from another location.”

“That many . . .” Nikolai’s voice trailed off.  “How did, in theory, the Widowmakers get this to the surface?”

The assistant opened his mouth, but the Chief slapped him on the back of his head.  “We discovered another tunnel in the Assembly Chamber that slopes up to a hidden entrance fifteen kilometers away.  There is a smaller underground fortification there which provided a means of protecting that entrance, and the tunnel was sealed.   Of course, we discovered the perimeter fort when this section of Roche was given to our Clan, Star Colonel—the tunnel came as a more recent surprise.”

“Very well.  On my own authority, I want this facility prepared to be handed over to the control of the Khan, who will determine whether or not it is to be brought back online.  That means, I will need complete schematics and a concise report that details the potential of this facility.”

“Absolutely not, Star Colonel!” The Chief Archivist barked.  “This is a historical dig site, not one of your warmongering factories!  What can be learned here is priceless—absolutely priceless.  This site will teach us of the earliest history of the Clans, and what we learn here will influence us forever more.  Weapons will only serve for the transient present, Star Colonel.  Knowledge is eternal.”

Nikolai glared at the civilian.  “Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it, Chief Archivist.  You will refuse the order to reactivate this facility?”

“I will fight such an abomination with all of my strength, Star Colonel!”

“No need for that, Chief Archivist,” Nikolai said as he shoved the old man into the Spider’s Pit, and the civilians screams rang out as he fell.  His assistants and aides rushed to the edge, but he had already vanished into the dark with only his piercing wail as evidence—until it suddenly cut off with the echo of a dull thud.

Nikolai turned to the assistant Chief Archivist.  “You just received a promotion, Archivist.  Now, I want this facility prepped for reactivation on the order of the Khan—and I want that report and schematics.  Or should I history be repeated yet again?”

The new Chief Archivist looked down the yawning shaft of the Pipe, and he shuddered, but then he turned back to Nikolai.  “It will be ready before your departure, Star Colonel.”

“Excellent, Chief Archivist.  And install some safety rails here, or better yet, cap that shaft.  It is clearly a safety hazard.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 17, 2012, 08:07:26 PM
Scorpion Trial Grounds
Roche, Clan Homeworlds
June 26, 3030


Angela Tazegul glared at Nikolai, ignoring the Clan’s saKhan who stood between them.  Nikolai gave her smile and brief bow.  “Loremaster, it is good to see that you have recovered your strength,” he said.

“I will kill you today, Djerassi,” she hissed.

“You are welcome to try, Loremaster.  Need I remind you that over the last four years you have fought no Trials, except for your annual qualifications.  I, on the other hand, have fought seven against Scorpion Warriors and four versus other Clans, outside of my qualifications testing, and I won them all, Loremaster.  Today, you will remember why a Scorpion Warrior is the deadliest creation in all of creation, Loremaster.”  Nikolai’s smile broadened to a grin.  “And the not Scorpion bureaucrats.”

David Ben-Shimon cleared his throat.  “Enough of this bickering, Warriors of the Scorpion.  It is beneath you both.  Angela Tazegul, Loremaster of the Goliath Scorpions; you have demanded a Trial of Refusal and Grievance against Nikolai Djerassi, who has accepted your bid.  As is his right, he has chosen augmented combat.   Star Colonel Djerassi, your Grizzly awaits you.   Loremaster Tazegul, your Gargoyle likewise stands by.  Have either of you any final words to say before you are escorted to you chosen vehicles?”

Both remained silent, and the saKhan nodded.  “Then go.  And let the Scorpion grant victory to he whose cause is favored in this Trial.”

*****************************************************************

The VTOL dropped Nikolai off beside his powered down Grizzly.  He quickly climbed the rope ladder to the cockpit and hauled himself onboard, buckling the safety straps and powering up the 70-ton war machine where it stood.  The dim red emergency lighting brightened as the fusion plant came to life, but the veteran warrior waited until his screens had stabilized.  He ran through a hurried checklist, and when all systems had been confirmed as green, he retracted the ladder and lowered, then sealed, his cockpit.

He walked the Grizzly forward and examined the harsh and broken terrain closely.  The Scorpion Trial Grounds encompassed nearly nine hundred square kilometers of waste lands, filled with steep-sided rocky gullies and treacherous shifting sands.  Buttes and mesas reached towards the sky, but a few specks of green revealed precious water.  Underground perhaps, but the trees and brushes didn’t lie about such things.

His master display showed a map image of the 30 kilometer by 30 kilometer box, divided into nine grid squares 10 kilometers to the side.  Somewhere out there, in the Wastes, was Angela Tazegul.  But before he could kill, first he had to find her.  Many Clans of Kerensky considered it odd that the Scorpions would conduct such a Trial on an open field; the Jaguars especially preferred to land, deploy into a line, and then open fire on their chosen.  But for the Goliath Scorpions, the hunt was as much part and parcel of the Trial as the kill.

Nikolai made certain his restraining harness was tight, and then moved the throttle forward, and the Grizzly began to eat up terrain.

*****************************************************************

The blazing heat of day had turned into a cold, bitter chill shortly after Roche’s golden sun dipped beneath the horizon.  Nikolai stood motionless, his Grizzly almost powered down, his radars off-line.  Only his thermal sensors were sweeping the wastes from his perch against a massive obsidian boulder that still radiated the heat of the day.

The sensors beeped and Nikolai zoomed in.  There you are, Loremaster, he thought with a tired grin as he made out the form of her Gargoyle moving across the landscape, her arms ready to fire, twisting left and right in search of Nikolai.

Nikolai carefully back up, never bringing his power plant above 10%, and then he dropped to the shelter of the rocks below.  Bringing his engines and weapons fully on-line, he moved around the butte and into the narrow crevice of a shallow canyon.  If the maps were right, this route should bring him out behind her.

*****************************************************************

Nikolai waited, and he could hear the thump, thump, thump of his opponents Gargoyle as it drew closer and closer to him.  Sand and dirt and small debris rained down on his Grizzly from above as her foot impacts shook the very earth.  And then she was past him.  Nikolai turned his power back to full, and the stepped down upon the jump jet controls; the Grizzly soared out of the canyon on four blazing jets of fire, twisting around until Tazegul’s Gargoyle was centered in his targeting sights.  The reticule turned green as the computer locked onto her back, but Tazegul had spotted him and was twisting wildly in an attempt to spoil Nikolai’s aim.

But the veteran Star Colonel anticipated her moves and he slowly squeezed first one trigger, and then the second and he pushed the throttle to the stops charging forward towards her.

With a shrill whine, the right arm Gauss Rifle spat an iridescent penetrator that connected solidly against her left rear armor, and it crashed through.  Meanwhile the static electricity of a PPC buildup ionized the atmosphere in the cockpit, and then a blazing azure bolt tore through the night sky, removing the armor on the center torso’s rear—and Nikolai smiled as Tazegul’s OmniMech suddenly increased in temperature.  He had caught the engine shielding with that blast.

He pressed down his thumb on the firing stud and four ER Small Lasers spat green lancelets of light that spattered off her right arm, right left, and right torso—but the fourth shot went home in the gaping hole the Gauss Rifle had gouged in the left torso.  Her targeting computer blinked yellow as his combat computer estimated the damage.  Good enough, Nikolai, thought.

But Angela Tazegul was no mere bandit—she was a Loremaster of Clan Goliath Scorpion.  Fighting to keep her feet under the withering fire Nikolai had laid into her, she twisted around shot a ruby beam that hammered into his chest, followed by a series of cyan bolts, that raced along his arm.  But Nikolai’s armor held.

He stood on the jump jet pedals again and the Grizzly flew past the Loremaster’s OmniMech, even as he spun around to stay in her rear; this time he didn’t wait for a computer lock, but squeezed first one and then the second trigger as he felt the shot line up.  Another PPC bolt lit the night sky, and it tore through her (mostly) intact right torso rear armor, and then the crash of the Gauss Rifle as the slug broke through the sound barrier slammed into her center torso rear—and Angela Tazegul fell forward, her Gargoyle toppling the twenty meters to the bottom of the narrow ravine.

Nikolai froze as he heard Angela cry out in terror, and he fired his own jets again landing on the floor of the ravine.  Her Gargoyle lay broken on the ground, one of its legs snapped in two (the weakest point of that design) and her cockpit was shattered open.  But black shapes were moving on the floor of the ravine, and small arms fire lit her cockpit.

The Scorpion Warrior activated his floodlights, and he drew in a deep breath as he saw the swarm of juvenile Goliath Scorpions leaving their nests in the walls and flooding over the downed OmniMech.  In the flash of the laser light from within that broken cockpit, he could see stings dashing forward, and claws ripping flesh.

Nikolai heard the rustling of claws on armor outside his own cockpit and he turned to look an adult Goliath Scorpion directly into its golden eyes.  But the Scorpion didn’t strike, it looked at Nikolai, and then it turned back to the fallen Loremaster, who still wailed.  Nikolai activated his targeting computer, and he trained his ER PPC on Tazegul’s cockpit.   Then he pulled the trigger and ended her agony.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 18, 2012, 02:07:53 AM
Awesome
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on May 18, 2012, 08:12:41 AM
...clearly a safety hazard.

Haha. Nice.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 18, 2012, 12:16:10 PM
Clan Headquarters, Lieurus
Roche, Clan Homeworlds
June 30, 3030


David Ben-Shimon winced as he sat down opposite Mikhail Kirov in the Khan’s office.  The Khan shook his head.  “Your joints are bothering you again, quiaff?”

“Aff, my Khan.  I have had too many years in zero-G—and I am getting rather too old for this.  But fear not, I not yet decrepit, and we still have time to accomplish our goals.”

“Go sir, gallop, and don't forget that the world was made in six days.  You can ask me for anything you like, except time,” quoted Mikhail.

David snorted.  “Except unlike Napoleon, we do have time to spare.  Not a lot, Khan Kirov, but enough; especially since you released those Battle-ROMs of the Scorpions swarming over Angela’s cockpit.  The discontent of the Seekers and our more conservative Warriors has ground to a halt.”  David paused, and he looked down at the floor before raising his head again.  “Although there are many who believe that your young Nikolai deliberately and knowingly broke zell, my Khan.”

“Of course, he did, David!  But he won, and our totem not only acknowledged his victory but assisted him!”

“You do not believe such superstitions, quineg?”

“Neg.  But does it matter what I believe?  David, those very same Warriors who would howl for Nikolai to be declared dezgra are now faced with the reality that the totem in which they believe so much has endorsed his activities; and through him, our own reforms.”

Mikhail stood.  “We must take the Clan to full crisis mentality, David.  There is no other choice.  Time is our enemy here, for eventually, the others will see our weakness.  We must rebuild and we must improve . . . we must, as a Clan adapt to the world as it is, not how we wish it were.”

“Seyla, my Khan.  All Pathfinder units have confirmed receipt of the new orders—they will return to Roche and Dagda within the year.  The Seekers are reporting for duty as well.  By the end of the month, our toumen will be at full strength; within three we will be able to expand.”

“And how will the new policy on Seekers be received, David?  You are closer to the Warriors than I.”

The Scorpion Fleet Admiral and saKhan shrugged.  “That will take time to determine.  But by declaring that any with a Bloodname must gain the permission of his Cluster Commander, Galaxy Commander, and Khan in order to Seek, by providing for young Warriors to continue in their vision quests, you place the Warrior caste in a bind.  Either they Seek, or they prove their genetic legacy in combat.  They can either search for artifacts and relics or they can pursue a Bloodname—only a very few will achieve both.”

Mikhail smiled.  “Of course, should they Seek and find a prize worthy of the Clan, then they may well earn their Bloodname regardless—but that happens only seldom.  Still, by making Seeking the province of the young and eager, while keeping the Bloodnamed—the veteran, the elite—in service, we can begin shifting this Clan’s attitude, David.  And what of the Widowmaker manufacturing complex—can we bring it online with all of our other reforms?”

“Yes, my Khan.  It will strain us to the breaking point in terms of our resource usage, but the Scientists and Technicians believe that it will begin production in two years time, perhaps less.”

“Good.  And since resources are one thing we desperately need, David, I want you to take the Scorpion’s Destiny Naval Star to Hector.  The Ice Hellions will be, according to my sources, receiving a convoy of seventeen DropShips filled with raw ores and processed metal compounds, including several tons of harjel they have purchased from the Sharks.  It has been too seldom that our Fleet has participated in Trials, David.  We need those resources, David.  Take them.”

“As my Khan commands,” the old man said with a grin as he stood, saluted, and left the office with a spry step that believed his age.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 18, 2012, 06:33:57 PM
Sometimes fate and nature work together to wipe out the weak like Tazegul.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 19, 2012, 08:21:18 PM
GWS Lei Kung
Nadir Point, Hector
July 18, 3030


“What did you just say,” the shocked Hellion officer asked over the video link.

David Ben-Shimon’s mouth twisted into a wry smile.  “I said, Star Colonel Montose, that I challenge you to a Trial of Possession for the convoy that just arrived in-system—Hellion Alpha-Two-Three, to be exact—and all of the cargo and equipment carried aboard, to include the docked DropShips.”

The commander of the Ice Hellion Nadir recharge station swallowed, and then he lifted his chin.  “This is most unusual, Star Admiral Ben-Shimon.  For trials of this nature, it is customary to inform the target Clan in advance, quiaff?”

“Aff, Star Colonel Montose.  I would note however, that on October 17, 2994, the Ice Hellions issued a batchall for a Clan Wolf supply convoy, a batchall which your Clan won.  And on March 4, 3011, the Ice Hellions bid against a Clan Cloud Cobra convoy, and won.  And on April 5, 3022, the Hellion bid against a Clan Diamond Shark convoy, and won.  None of those trials, each of which was instituted by Naval Forces assigned to your Clan, went through these ‘normal’ channels, Star Colonel.  No, those Trials were instituted on the spot by the ranking Hellion Naval officer—in much the same fashion as I am doing so today.”

Montose gritted his teeth in frustration.  “I do not have the authority to negotiate such a . . .”

“Star Colonel,” David interrupted.  “You are a Blood Named Warrior of the Hellions.  You have been given the honor of commanding this station, and at the moment, the convoy is under your command.  Either give me your bid, or I will assume that you intend to defend with everything and will act accordingly.”  The Scorpion Fleet commander made a gesture with one hand.

“Sir!  They are powering up their weapons and targeting the Station!” a voice cried out over the communications circuit, and Montose’s face drained of blood.

“The convoy is armed only for self-defense, Star Admiral!  There are only a Star of Elementals onboard those ships!  And this station is no match for your own ship, let alone your escorts . . .” he paused, and nodded, “you would not dare fire into us.”

“Star Captain Henriquez, fire a warning shot across their bow.”

“Aff, Star Admiral!” the officer assigned to Lei Kung’s tactical answered smartly.  David could feel the hum in the bones of the old ship as her Naval PPCs began to charge, and then two dozen brilliant bolts, glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns, streaked out from the Scorpion WarShip and passed within two hundred meters of the stations hull.

“Star Colonel Montose, do not presume to tell me what I will and will not dare.  You have sixty seconds to tell me the forces which you are bidding to defend those ships:  if you have not answered me in that time, I will destroy your station and I will seize those vessels by force.”

“I-I . . . I bid myself.”

“You bid one man, Star Colonel Montose?  You are valorous, gallant, and honorable.  You are the defender:  augmented or unaugmented?”

“I accepted your Trial, Star Admiral, and I bid myself . . . unaugmented.  I will transmit my codex and await your Warrior in Hanger Bay Two.”

The transmission cut off, and David shook his head.  “Star Captain Henriquez, stand down the weapon systems—but keep a sharp eye on the sensors.  And instruct Star Captain Mira Scott to take a shuttle from the Sagitta; she will fight our Trial.”

Gunthar Henriquez grinned.  “Oh that poor, poor Hellion.  He must have really upset you Star Admiral—assigning Mira Scott to fight unarmed.”

David grunted.  “Hellions are pack fighters.  I do not care for that, Star Captain—it is not the Clan way.  And no, I do not particularly care for that insolent young surat one whit.”

*****************************************************************

Star Captain Mira Scott waited until the hatch of her shuttlecraft had fully cycled and then she swam out into the Hanger Bay aboard the station.  Floating in zero-G, she saw the Hellion Star Colonel on the other side of the massive compartment.

“I am Star Captain Mira Scott,” she called out, her voice echoing from the distant bulkheads.  “I am here to fight the Trial of Possession for Hellion Convoy Alpha-Two-Three in accordance with the batchall issued by Star Admiral David Ben-Shimon.  Are you prepared to defend your claim, Ice Hellion?”

“I am Star Colonel Edward Montose, and I am ready to ruin the dreams of the Scorpion invaders into our space.  Prepare yourself, Star Captain, for the Trial begins NOW.”

He launched himself from the bulkhead through the air towards her, but Mira merely waited—she did not take her hand from the shuttle or launch herself towards him, she watched as he zoomed across the open bay.  Only it wasn’t quite so open, she saw.  The dim light had concealed nearly translucent cables that were strung across the room and she saw the Hellion grab one and alter his vector, gaining velocity from a kick-thrust against a stanchion.

Tricky Hellions, she thought with a grin.  But still she waited, keeping one hand secure on the hull of her shuttle’s wing.  Hellions prefer fast slashing attacks—to win the victory before the battle even begins, she recited in her head.  And they know that few Scorpions ever excel at zero-g unarmed combat—that particular brand of martial arts was practiced only by a handful.  With no gravity, all of the advantages the Scorpions normally possessed waned, and those of the Hellions waxed.

Most of the time.  For Mira was one of those rare few who had trained her entire life to fight in zero-g aboard ship.

She waited until the Hellion was almost atop of her, when he grabbed yet another cable spun, intending to slam his booted feet into her temple—but Mira was already moving inside his spin, using his momentum to accelerate away from her shuttle and her grip was tight against his belt and forearm.  She snaked her legs around and put Montose’s neck within a lock, even as he hammered at her stomach and chest and throat with powerful fists.  He croaked as she tightened her legs and he pulled another cable, slamming the both of them into the overhead, and then down onto the deck plating, but Mira hung on.  She grunted as one of his hands caught her face and he started to dig one thumb into her eye, but jammed her own knife hand into his groin, and the Star Colonel whimpered in pain.

Releasing her legs, she spun backwards as the Hellion spun forwards and she landed on his back, wrapping her arms around his throat as he gasped for air.  She squeezed as the Hellion squirmed, but he nothing to grab onto, no surface upon which to roll, and finally his body went limp.  A bay door opened and two Hellion Elementals walked in, their magnetic boots clanging on the deck.  Mira released Montose.  “I have won the Trial, Warriors.  Inform your commanders that the Scorpions will take possession of those ships and their cargo.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 19, 2012, 08:32:05 PM
She just ruined his day and maybe any future progney. (OUCH) More Please
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on May 20, 2012, 05:37:07 PM
Nice.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 20, 2012, 11:53:34 PM
GWS Lei Kung
Zenith Jump Point, Sheridan
July 18, 3030


“We thank you for your courtesy, Star Admiral da Silva.  Rest assured that Clan Goliath Scorpion intends no aggression towards your Clan; once we recharge we will be continuing towards Roche,” David said to the image of the auburn haired woman warmly.

She smiled at him in return.  “I could not help but notice that half of your convoy is adorned in Hellion colors, saKhan Ben-Shimon.  Can I presume that they are rather furious at this moment?”

David grinned in reply.  “They should be, Star Admiral da Silva.  Their station commander bid poorly—and lost.”

“STATUS CHANGE!” barked out the rating manning the sensor console aboard David’s flagship.  “Pre-emergence neutrino emissions have spiked!  Emergence in five, four, three, two, one.”

Both David and the Star Adder looked down at their monitors as a Hellion WarShip blinked into existence, followed by a second, and third, and fourth, and fifth, a sixth, and then a seventh.

“Set Condition Two throughout the ship—pass that order to the rest of the Star immediately!” David barked.  “Bring weapons on-line, but fire only on MY orders!  Quiaff?”

“AFF!” shouted his officers.

“saKhan, aerospace fighters are manned and ready for launch,” his flight controller reported.

“Hold them in their bays on full alert,” David answered calmly.

The woman on the screen lifted her head and shook it ruefully.  “Furious indeed, they are, saKhan Ben-Shimon.  That must have been some Trial.”

“Star Admiral da Silva, we have no intention of involving your Clan in this dispute.  But perhaps you should remove your ships to a safe distance.”

The woman laughed.  “saKhan Ben-Shimon, Sheridan belongs to the Adders.  Neither you nor the Hellions will be starting anything in this system; not today , not ever.”

The transmission cut off.  David shook his head.  “If I were thirty years younger, I would try to seize her as abtakha.  She’s got spirit, my Scorpions.”

Laughter echoed across the bridge.  “saKhan, I have a ship count now:  seven vessels in total, the battleship Cage’s Pride, cruisers Chaos Sailor and Taney, the carrier Pack Leader, and the destroyers Cold Hunter, Impaler, and Radiant,” Star Captain Henriquez calmly said from the tactical console.

David nodded with a frown as he considered the Hellion force just now beginning to recover from their jump.  They must be absolutely furious, for that concentration of force represented better than half of their total Fleet—and probably three-quarters of their Fleet’s firepower.

“Have we been hailed?” he asked.

“Neg, saKhan, but . . .,” the comm rating said as he held his hand to his earpiece.  “The Adders are hailing them . . . on broadcast, not tight-beam.”

“On speaker.”

“Ice Hellions.  This Star Admiral Andrea da Silva, commanding Adder Naval Reserve Alpha.  State your intentions immediately.”

“Star Adders.  Our fight is not with you.  We seek to reclaim our stolen property.”

“Hellions.  This system belongs to the Adders.  We have granted the Scorpions the right to recharge their drives—you will not initiate a confrontation here.”

“The cowards!  They hide behind the skirts of the Adders!  They fear to face us in a true Trial, one not filled with deceit and treachery!”

“Open mike,” David ordered with a set face.  “The Scorpions won this convoy in a properly declared and fought Trial, Hellions.  We acted with honor and courage—your commander bid poorly and he lost.  Know that the Scorpions do not cower behind anyone, and if you permit us to recharge, we shall agree to take the battle elsewhere."

“Lies, Scorpion!  You stole our property!  Return our ships or we shall finish this here and now, with your death the only outcome!”

“Ice Hellions, you will not engage in the Sheridan system—not unless you seek to provoke a confrontation with Clan Star Adder!” da Silva barked.  “We have granted the Scorpions safcon to recharge their drives, and no one—no one—will violate that which we have freely given!”

“Sir, the Hellions are launching fighters,” Star Captain Henriquez said softly.

“Damn prideful fools,” David lamented, and then he set his jaw and stood, ignoring the protest of his joints.  “Ice Hellion Fleet:  I, David Ben-Shimon, Star Admiral of the Goliath Scorpion Fleet, saKhan of the Clan Goliath Scorpion, commanding officer of the Scorpion Flagship Lei Kung, do hereby demand a Trial of Grievance against you for your insults against the Warriors under my command!  For this I bid only my Flagship.  I offer you, as prize upon your victory, if victory is yours, the possession of the convoy which my Clan has, under the Martial Code of Kerensky, honorably claimed!  Further, as is my right as a Khan of Clan Goliath Scorpion, I demand from you, a prize of equal value should I prevail.  Your battleship, Cage's Pride, is roughly equal in value to the convoy and its cargo.  Either accept this Trial, or cease your claims of ownership over these Goliath Scorpion vessels.  The Adders may bear witness to our actions today.”

Silence filled the airwaves and the Scorpion bridge was utterly still.

“You demand much, Scorpion,” the Hellion replied.  “We offer no prize to you for reclaiming what is ours.”

“Then by the Martial Code of Kerensky, you forfeit that claim, Ice Hellion.  Decide!  I grow weary of your . . . caution.”

“The Adders will enforce the results of this Trial—on both parties.  I swear by the Great Father himself,” da Silva added.

Second ticked past, and then minutes, before the unseen voice once again transmitted.  “Done.  I shall destroy your honorless ship, Scorpion.”

"Hellion, you are welcome to try," David snarled.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 21, 2012, 12:01:07 AM
I just wanted to offer my apologies to Ice Hellion for picking on his chosen Clan.  I needed a Clan that is immensely prideful, arrogant, and quick to react, but not one so powerful that the Scorpions would need a deus ex machina to prevail.  The Hellions fit that bill.  Nothing personal, Ice.

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on May 21, 2012, 07:53:36 AM
Proper.

I wonder if freeze-dried Ice Hellion with vacuum sprinkling tastes any good after taking a Scorpion roasting?...
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 21, 2012, 01:14:49 PM
GSS Lei Kung
Zenith Jump Point, Sheridan
July 18, 3030


Lei Kung and Cage’s Pride thrusted in towards the star at the center of the Sheridan system, a half-dozen Adder ships providing escort, while the remainder of the Hellions and Scorpions sat at the Jump Point under the guns of the still more Adder WarShips.  Perhaps thirty minutes had gone by since the challenge had been made and accepted, and a vast distance of open space put between the Adder’s Station and the two battlewagons.

“Have the Elementals acknowledged their orders, Gunthar?” David asked as the two massive McKenna class ships drew closer and closer to the point in space where their duel would begin.

“Aff, saKhan,” answered Star Captain Henriquez.  “Star Colonel Gorga requests permission to leave at least one star to provide security for Lei Kung,” the again went unsaid.

“Neg.  This ship carries twice the number of Elementals that our brother and sister Clans normally assign to Marine details—three times those aboard Hellion ships.  All of our Marines are to board shuttles and prepare to take that ship by storm.” The Star Admiral grinned.  “If the Hellions try and board us, it will remain the duty of those Warriors remaining to repulse them.”

Gunthar only grunted in reply as he watched the icons on his screen steadily close the range.  Six strobing signals suddenly broke off, keeping station relative to the star and the station.  “The Adders have reached the observation point, saKhan and have ceased their advance; Star Admiral da Silva is requesting to speak with you.”

“On screen.”

The auburn haired woman’s face appeared in the midst of a communications screen.  “You know both of you are probably going to take more damage than that convoy is worth, quiaff?”

“Aff.  But not more damage than the honor of my Warriors is worth, Star Admiral.”

She snorted, and then slowly nodded.  “Fight well, Scorpions.  Whether you live or die, a true record of the events here today will be presented to the Grand Council.  This I swear.”

The screen blanked, and David bared his teeth as Lei Kung slowly slid towards the initial point.  “Bring all weapons on-line; prepare to launch all aerospace fighters and shuttles upon my command.  Maneuvering, upon my order go to maximum military power on the drive—we will take these Hellions on the run.”

A chorus of voices answered the old man, who kept his eyes glued to his instruments.  “NOW!” he barked as the icon of his flagship shifted from blue to green, and the icon representing Cage’s Pride began to strobe crimson.

The old battleship quivered as her port launch bays began spitting out aerospace fighters and boarding shuttles—but unlike the Hellions, the Scorpion fighters were only emerging on the far side of the battle, shielded by the bulk of Lei Kung.

“Trinarys Alpha, Gamma, and Delta are clear!”

“Roll ship 180-degrees to port, launch starboard Trinarys.  Weapons free.”

On the monitor, David watched as Cage’s Pride altered vector away from him, trying to keep the range open as her sixty aerospace fighters bored in towards him.  The Scorpion saKhan snorted in derision.  “He thinks we are going to play his game, letting our fighters engage his—prepare the anti-fighter battery to engage that incoming strike!  Alter heading 15-degrees to port, keep that ship in range, Maneuvering!  Guns, load flak shells in the NAC-40s—target those fighters.”

“Secondary battery is on-line and tracking the fighter strike, saKhan,” Gunthar reported.  “Flak loaded and ready to engage.”

The Clan WarShips were—for the most part—the same ships used so long ago by General Kerensky against Amaris in the Liberation of Terra.  Oh, their armor had been replaced with more effective plating, and—on rare occasion—some weapons had been upgraded with newer modern systems, but by and large, many of the Clan capital ships retained the old paradigm of combat of the SLDF.  But not the Scorpions.  Each of their ships had added four twin turrets of large pulse lasers to each and every firing arc, with but one purpose in mind—to kill enemy aerospace fighters.  And rather than keep the old armor plating at the specified levels, the Scorpions had decreased their cargo holds slightly to thicken their armor plating to the maximum the ship’s structure allowed.

Few other Clans had noticed—on a 1.95 million ton WarShip, these changes reflected less than a single percent of the total ship’s mass.  But that lack of perception would cost the Hellion’s dearly today.  As the Hellion fighters bored in on their attack runs, a score of pulse laser turrets opened fire, along with four AR-10 launchers spitting capital missiles. The unexpected hail of fire caught the Hellion pilots by surprise, and a dozen (twenty percent of their number) exploded immediately.  The precise Star formations split into individual points as the Hellion pilots weaved and dodged, and their weapons spat flame and fury in reply, hammering the sides of the Lei Kung with a deluge of light weapons fire that should have penetrated.  But the reinforced armor plating held, and then the big NAC-40s opened fire.

Normally pure anti-ship weapons, the big guns were firing special purpose flak shells instead.  Of little use against capital vessels, the flak rounds were proximity fused and released a cluster of sub-munitions that tore through the heart of the Hellion fighters in a dazzling chain of explosions—even as the pulse lasers continued to swivel, track, and spit cyan bolts at the hapless aerospace pilots.

But none could deny the courage of the Hellion pilots as they bore in through that maelstrom of fire; shattered Stars and individual Points swarmed around the Scorpion ship, firing again and again into her thick armor plating, and Lei Kung shuddered under the impacts of their lasers, and missiles, and PPC bolts, and autocannon bursts, and gauss slugs.  Then Lei Kung heaved, as two of the fighters plunged into her bridge, sacrificing themselves in an attempt to win the battle.

 David smiled grimly.  Fools, he thought, from the confines of the real bridge within the armored core of the battleship.  They think we Scorpions do not read history?  The original bridge was merely an observation deck—all actual ship operations had been transferred, decades ago, to the deeply buried former CIC at the ship’s core.

“Cage’s Pride is coming back in, saKhan Ben-Shimon,” Gunthar reported.

Of course she is; her Warriors are dying and she thinks she has deprived me of command, David thought as beads of cold sweat began to emerge from his forehead.

“Release the fighters and Elementals, Gunthar,” he ordered, having to pause to catch his breath, wincing as he felt a deep stabbing pain in his left shoulder.  “Secondary batteries remain focused on the remaining Hellion aerospace assets—bring the mains to bear on Cage’s Pride.  Let us give our Warriors covering fire on their approach.”

“Aff, saKhan,” the tactical officer answered gamely.  “Bring the N-PPCs on-line,” he repeated, “target the Cage’s Pride, and fire for effect.”

Twenty-four massive iridescent bolts streaked away from Lei Kung:  half of them missed the Hellion battleship, but the rest went true.  Cage’s Pride staggered as her nose armor shattered as the composites absorbed and dissipated the tremendous energy contained.

With the order to engage now given, the Scorpion aerospace fighters exited the shadow of their mothership and streaked towards the Hellion vessel, their tightly spaced formations covering the vulnerable shuttles behind them.

David watched as they charged forward—and Cage’s Pride sent salvo after salvo of missile into their formations, but the Scorpion fighters served their purpose and only a single shuttle died before its kin latched onto the sides of their foe.  Fourteen Scorpion pilots perished to buy the Elementals their chance, but now the tide had shifted.

*****************************************************************

The hull ruptured in an explosion of flame and steel, and a stream of Scorpion Elementals rushed onto the Hellion ship.  Star Captain Mira Scott lifted her right arm AP Gauss Rifle and fired a short burst into three Hellion Warriors that were pointing SMGs in her general direction, and she began to advance through the corridors.  “Gamma-Three, secure engineering!  Gamma-Two, the armory!  Gamma-One, our objective is the bridge!  Follow me!” she bounded off down the wide corridor, twenty-four more Elementals following in her wake.

Her radio crackled.  “Delta and Epsilon moving to secure weapons stations.  Zeta,” minus the twenty-five Elementals of Zeta-Two, either dead or wounded in deep space, “is heading for CIC and communications.”

“Gamma elements,” she added, “don’t give them time to think—press the attack home!”

Her Elementals zoomed along the corridors, not pausing to check their flanks, instead throwing a few grenades to the left, a burst of Gauss slugs to the right.  So far, her Warriors had not met any of the Hellion Marines; their only opposition had been the Warriors assigned to the crew—with pistols and perhaps an SMG against full-up battle armor:  the lightly armed and completely unarmored Hellions had no chance against the fast-moving Scorpions.

But her instincts screamed a warning as she approached the corridor junction just outside of the main bridge, and Mira raised one armored gauntlet—her Elementals slowed and ground to a halt as she extended a sensor probe around the bend.

There they were, and a hail of gauss slugs tore apart the sensor head.

“Full Star of Hellion PA(L),” she informed her men.  “Crew served weapons—I need a volunteer.”

Twenty-four voices barked out “AFF!” in reply, and Mira grinned.  “Jean, missiles.”

“Aff, Star Captain,” the young warrior answered, and he gathered himself and threw himself forward, first one and then the second of his short-range missiles streaking away towards the Hellion, even as his APG barked flame and fury.  But he wasn’t the only one firing and a hail of Hellion slugs shattered his armor, and his vital signs flat lined on Mira’s HUD.

Two massive explosions shook the corridor, and Mira yelled, “GO!” And her Elementals rounded the curve in the corridor and stormed the hard point, APGs ripping apart the Hellion infantry stunned by the concussion of warheads designed to tear apart BattleMechs.  Mira moved quickly to the hatch that sealed off the bridge and she activated the cutting torch in her left arm.  A second Elemental also began to work on cutting through the armored hatch, as the rest of her Elementals formed up into two security points and an assault team.

As her cutting torch exhausted its power cell, Mira stepped back, and another Warrior took over the task.  She pressed the comm stud set beside the hatch.  “We will be in there in a few moments, Hellions.  Now is the time to request hegira, if you are willing to acknowledge your defeat.”

No answer.  She shrugged as the plasma torches drew completed the circle, and then she kick the door in and her Elementals swarmed the bridge of the Cage’s Pride.

The Hellion Warriors, led by their Star Admiral fought ferociously, but none wore armor, and in short order the bridge was secured.

*****************************************************************

“SaKhan,” Gunthar reported from his station.  “We have taken the ship.  The surviving Hellion senior officers are requesting hegira.”

David nodded, but he couldn’t speak—his chest was tight and he had no breath.

Gunthar looked up at the saKhan of the Clan, and he cursed.  “Get a medic to the bridge!  NOW!” he yelled into the comm.  He rushed to David’s side, and loosened the old man’s collar.  “Help is on the way, Star Admiral.  Take this,” the Star Captain said as he shook two pills into his hand and placed them on David’s tongue.

As the nitroglycerin tablets melted into David’s bloodstream, his chest suddenly relaxed, and he sat back.  “Inform the Hellions, we grant their request for hegira, Star Captain,” he whispered.

“We can deal with that later, Sir,” Gunthar whispered.

“Now.  Star Captain.  Secure,” David winced again as he grabbed his chest against the sudden pain, “secure our victory!”

Gunthar stood back, and he nodded.  “Aff, saKhan.”  He turned away from David who still sat in his command chair, although his head was resting against his chest.  “You heard his orders, Warriors.  Secure his victory.”

David tried to nod his head, he tried to speak, even as the bridge hatch opened and a white-uniformed medical tech rushed to his side, but everything was going dark, fading from view.  My life, he thought before his eyes closed, has not been wasted.  My Scorpions, my Scorpions, they will regain the promise we once knew.  And then the Star Admiral, the saKhan of Clan Goliath Scorpion slid into eternal night on the bridge of his victorious flagship.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on May 21, 2012, 01:58:02 PM
I just wanted to offer my apologies to Ice Hellion for picking on his chosen Clan.  I needed a Clan that is immensely prideful, arrogant, and quick to react, but not one so powerful that the Scorpions would need a deus ex machina to prevail.  The Hellions fit that bill.  Nothing personal, Ice.

No need to worry.
We fit the bill.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on May 21, 2012, 07:08:40 PM
A heart attack?! Really?! I thought Clanners had pretty decent cardiovascular systems and refrained from most vices (smoking unfiltered cigarettes being one of them?)

Poor bastard. Here's hoping he's not really dead, just stunned with victory jubilee.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 21, 2012, 09:34:29 PM
Chapter One

"Scorpions, we study history not to recall and recreate the exact specifics of our ancestors ways.  We study to understand the reasons for their policies and the reasons for either the success or failure of those policies.  Understand these reasons and you will understand when, if, and how to adapt successfully."

"The Clans began as the Star League Defense Force, Warriors.  Their heritage is our heritage.  We must never forget, however, that for all their valor, their courage, and their determination, the SLDF was not structured or equipped with deal with the conflicts of today here in the Homeworlds and the Pentagon.  Our methods, our tactics, our equipment, our reasons for existing are different from that of the SLDF, and thus so must be our solutions to the crises that we face."

—Star Admiral David Ben-Shimon addressing Sibko Roche Alpha-Two on their graduation, June 4, 3030.

Hall of the Goliath Scorpion, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
September 30, 3036


“I fear, my Khan, that I must once again ask that you reconsider your decision to remove the aerospace phenotype from the Goliath Scorpion toumen.  The progress that we are making every day in overcoming the flaws is staggering, and given a little more time we . . .” Philip, the Chief Scientist of the Scorpions was suddenly interrupted by the saKhan’s snort of derision.

“That entire aerospace phenotype has been an abject failure, Chief Scientist Philip,” Nikolai said.  “The Bears never adopted the genotype, using instead those improvements you and your fellow scientists developed for the MechWarriors.  Yet, their pilots are individually as capable as any of the other Clans—while being physically more robust, stronger, tougher, and aggressive.  What use is a Warrior is he cannot contribute outside of his designed role?  Warfare is not a game, Chief Scientist—all much can be anticipated, there are always surprises and a Warrior must be able to serve whether he sits in a cockpit or is forced to defend the Nest with a knife.”

“I respectfully disagree, saKhan,” the Scientist said with a bowed head, before turning gaze back on Mikhail Kirov.  “For five years now, we have fallen behind the lead of the other Clans as we have left an entire generation of aerospace phenotypes sidelined.  Nine full classes of sibkos have been decanted and started training missing a vital component of our comprehensive genetic engineering programs.  I beg you, my Khan, do not let us fall further behind.”

Mikhail considered the Scientist very seriously for a moment, and then he shook his head.  “I must agree with saKhan Djerassi, Chief Scientist Philip.  We have tried what the Scientist caste wanted—and it failed.  No, in this we will no longer follow the lead of other Clans—we will chart our own course.”

The Khan stood, his black ceremonial leather bodysuit adjusting itself to conform with his muscles as he stretched.  His helmet remained sitting on the polished obsidian table.  “And the production at Roche?  You bear good news for me, I hope, Chief Scientist?”

Philip bowed low.  “With the assistance of the Adder engineers and technicians, we have managed to reach full production.  Of course, they own half of that production.  At the moment, we have enough new OmniMechs on hand to refit an entire Galaxy, my Khan.  The new Sidewinder OmniMech has been thoroughly tested on both Roche and Sheridan and has proven very capable; the other designs are mostly proven technology.”

“And the OmniFighters?” asked Nikolai.

The Scientist winced slightly.  “Behind schedule.  Still, we have enough completed frames on hand to refit one full Galaxy.  But the vehicles have proven far simpler—and the Adders report that they are working extremely well as part of their Garrison forces.”

“No plan survives contact with the enemy, Chief Scientist,” Mikhail said as he stared out the window at the calm city streets below.  “After working together for six years now, you think I am going to have you purged for delay?  Do you mistake me for a Jaguar?”

“No, my Khan; my Khan is generous,” Philip said with a deep bow.

“Neg, Philip, your Khan is pragmatic.  There is a difference.  Ask the Seekers who still resent my budgetary reallocation if I am generous.  Their answer might well surprise you.  Was there anything else, Chief Scientist?”

“We have received the latest update from the Ravens on the status of the Requiem, my Khan.  Her repairs have been fully completed and her armament and armor package now match that of the Lei Kung; they should make delivery by the first of November.”

Mikhail smiled faintly.  The Requiem, formerly known as the Cage’s Pride, had required extensive—and expensive—repairs.  But as the final gift of David Ben-Shimon to his Clan, it was one that honored the Clan, and the sacrifice that David had made in obtaining it.  It would be good to see that ship returned—in Scorpion colors—to active service.

“Very good, Philip; you have worked miracles these past six years—and I shall not forget your efforts.  Nikolai, is the toumen ready for the Trials to come?”

“Indeed, my Khan.  The lethargy and shame has been drummed out of all the Clusters—and we have managed to add six new Clusters to the toumen.  Alpha Galaxy—and our two Keshiks—have completed simulator training on the new OmniMechs and are ready to receive them at your command, with their old units being passed down to Beta, and Beta’s distributed throughout the remaining five Galaxies.  All that is required is for you to give the word.”

Mikhail nodded again.  “Today.  It will be today, Nikolai; I can feel it.  Send the order and distribute the OmniMechs.  I want Alpha—and our Keshiks—prepared for anything that comes of today.”

Nikolai grinned.  “We are ready, my Khan.  Not one hundred percent, but ready enough.”

The Khan turned back to his saKhan who stood.  “Well then, shall we grace the Council of Khans with our presence, saKhan Djerassi?”

“I doubt that grace will be what they think, my Khan.  Personally . . . I give us no more than one chance in three of avoiding being shot.”

Mikhail barked out a laugh.  “You always were an optimist!”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 22, 2012, 02:17:57 AM
Very Well written.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 22, 2012, 04:27:06 PM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
September 30, 3036


Whispered conversation ground to a halt as Mikhail and Nikolai strode into the stone chamber.  Thirty-two Khans and saKhans waited for them—the last of the Clan leaders to make an appearance here today.  Behind the Scorpions, the double doors were slowly closed by Elementals of the Ebon Keshik, and those doors sealed with a resounding clang.  Three tiers of stone benches formed semi-circular terraces surrounding the well of the chamber, and against the far wall, a raised dais sat, with the empty chair and desk of the ilKhan—vacant these past eighty-nine years since the criminal treason and execution of Tobias Khatib.

Once, forty thrones—benches in common vernacular, but thrones all the same—sat on these terraces behind forty desks, with twenty tapestries bearing the emblems of the Clans adorning the polished walls.  But two of those Clans had been Absorbed, and the third Annihilated.  Their thrones and desks and tapestries had been removed long ago.  A visitor would have thought that power and ability would have been tied to whether a Khan sat near or far from the well; such an assumption would be easy to make given the nature of the Clans of Kerensky.

It would also be wrong.  Tradition ruled here in this sacred chamber, and the arrangement of the Khans remained as Nikolas Kerensky, the first ilKhan had assigned them.

Fourteen benches for seven Clans rested on the upper tier, with only the perimeter walk of the Ebon Keshik terraced above:  Blood Spirit, Burrock, Cloud Cobra, Coyote, Fire Mandrill, Ghost Bear, and Goliath Scorpion.  The middle terrace held twelve more benches—thrones—for six Clans:  Hell’s Horses, Ice Hellion, Jade Falcon, Nova Cat, Diamond Shark (once known as Sea Fox and seated accordingly), and Smoke Jaguar.  The lowest tier, one level above the well and even with that of the ilKhan’s Dias, held the remaining eight Khans of the last four Clans:  Snow Raven, Star Adder, Steel Viper, and Wolf.

A thirty-fifth man stood alone in the well:  Loremaster Raphael Mendoza of Clan Hell’s Horses, the senior Loremaster of the Clans.  In the absence of the ilKhan, it was his duty to preside—without a vote—over the Grand Council of Khans.

Mikhail, trailed by Nikolai, made his way through the Khans to his Clan’s assigned place at the far left of the upper terrace, even as Loremaster Mendoza called out for the Khans to take their seats and come to order.

Quickly, the Khans sat, and Mendoza nodded.  “I call this session of the Grand Council of Khans to order.  We are assembled today to discuss a grave charge made against Clan Goliath Scorpion:  that they have knowingly, and willfully, violated the Martial Code as laid down by Nicolas Kerensky.  That they have acted contrary to the orders of this very Council and dispatched an expedition to the Inner Sphere!  That they use subterfuge and deceit to conceal the presence of an asset to the whole of the Clans, preventing others from bidding for its possession as if their right!  That they no longer hold to the principles of zellbrigen, as given to the Clans by our Founders!”

Mendoza gazed at each of the assembled Khans, before he at last met Mikhail’s eyes.  “These are serious charges which carry . . . irreversible consequences if found to be true.  What does the Khan of the Goliath Scorpions say in answer?  Are these charges against his Clan true or are they false?”

Mikhail stood and he removed his ceremonial mask, set it down upon his desk, and laid one hand atop of it.  “I would know my accuser, Loremaster—as is my right under the Martial Code.”

Norman Rood, Khan of the Ice Hellions stood, removing his own mask.  “I level these charges, you traitorous scum.  See, my Khans, he denies his crimes here before you—he seeks to hide behind technicalities in the law while ignoring the spirit!  He is an abomination to this Council and to the Clans, and I claim the right to end his treacherous and dishonorable Clan!”

“Like a poor marksman, Khan Rood continues to miss the target, my Khans,” Mikhail said with a laugh.  “I deny nothing.  Rogue Warriors, led by a rogue Loremaster, sent some few Scorpions against the will of the Council—decades ago.  When this was discovered, my saKhan killed Angela Tazegul, as I slew Gregor Lunde.  We ended this violation of the law and punished those responsible.  To hold we, the ones who discovered this treachery of a few, the ones who corrected it with the blood of the dezgra faithless traitors, the ones who purged our Clan of those elements disloyal to this Council, is a travesty.  And I shall present evidence before you today, my Khans, that we have—as other Clans before us—dealt with an internal matter according to the laws of our society.”

“My Clan does possess an asset, but it is not one unknown to the Clans of Kerensky.  Two Clans, besides my own, at least know of it and of what it produces.  And the Khans of Star Adder and Wolf will confirm that.  Should we have told the rest of you of this facility?  Are you children who need to be led around by an adult caretaker, or are you Warriors?  You ignore the Scorpions, and then you accuse of us of hiding secrets, concealing assets, violating the Law.  All at the testimony of a Hellion!  I relish proving the innocence of my Clan here today, Loremaster Mendoza, my fellow Khans!  In fact, I demand the right to prove my Clan’s innocence, today!”

“And yet you do not answer the most serious of the charges, Khan Kirov,” Rood continued.  “You have broken with zellbrigen, you seek to arm your civilian castes, you no longer conduct yourselves as one of the Clans of the Founder!”

Mikhail struck a pose of indignation, and shook his head.  “Have we?  Have we really?  My Khans, I will present to this Council Battle-ROMs of every Trial that we have fought since I became Khan.  Show me where my warriors have breached zell, you fool of a Hellion.  It will be a fruitless endeavor for your attempt to show any such evidence; for we have not broken the sanctity of zellbrigen.”

Mikhail walked down the stone steps to the well and he turned to face the assembled Khans.  “What my Scorpions have done—what the Hellions protest—is simply this:  we changed our tactics, my Khans.  Now, when we engage you in a Trial, we hold as strictly, or as loosely, to zellbrigen as does the opponent we face.  We will fight you using your own rules for zell, be those rules strict adherence or tactics verging on the dishonorable.  The Hellions accuse us of treachery because in their most recent Trial against us, our light BattleMechs and OmniMechs used their own pack tactics against them!  There is an old saying, Khan Rood:  what is good for the goose is good for the gander.”  The Khan of the Scorpions laughed theatrically.  “Of course, it was the Hellions who got plucked like a chicken on their last Trial on Roche—not my Scorpions.  Stephan Cage must weep at the martial prowess of his descendents—if you had not already lost the vessel Cage’s Pride to us perhaps it would even now be renamed as Cage’s Shame.”

Norman Rood’s face drained of blood, and he lunged forward, stepping up on the back of the Snow Raven bench before him as he prepared to hurl himself into the well, but his saKhan and the Khan of Hell’s Horses restrained him.

Dozens of other Khans sprang to their feet as well, and Mendoza pounded the gavel and called for order.

Ghost Bear Khan Amanda Tseng turned to Nikolai and removed her mask.  “Is he deliberately baiting the Khans?”

“Neg, Khan Tseng,” Nikolai answered.  “He is showing the Hellion accusations for what they are—derived from the shame of a string of losses to a Clan the Hellions consider weak and beneath them.”

Lucien Moon removed his mask, and he snarled at the Khans until they quieted down, walking out onto the well alongside of Mikhail.  “Your machinations of words will matter not at all here, Scorpion—what of the charge that you are arming your civilians?  Answer this, or your Clan will answer to mine!”

“Khan Moon, the Scorpions are more than prepared to meet your Jaguars should you be willing to make good that threat.  Be careful of how far you push, Jaguar; for our sting is fatal for those envenomed.”

Utter silence descended upon the Council Chamber as Moon’s jaw worked in rage, but then Mikhail held up one hand.  “As to the charges—they are baseless.  Nikolas Kerensky himself set forth rules and regulations on how one might change their assigned caste.  It is true that in the recent decades, our Clans have let these laws wither; we have ignored them for too long.  I have begun a program in which any Scorpion, of any caste, may be tested—according to the laws of Nikolas Kerensky—to determine whether or not he or she is qualified, be he true-born or free-birth, of claiming the title of Warrior!”

A dozen Khans jumped to their feet; still more only stared in abject shock, but Mikhail smiled.  “This resource may be something that your Clans has chosen to ignore—until recently the Scorpions as well left the civilians to languish within the caste to which they were born, regardless of their ability.  We will no longer do so—we will follow the tenets of Nicolas and allow those worthy and able to prove they have the heart of a Warrior to serve as one.  To do otherwise, my Khans, would be a waste of valuable resources.  Your Clans may be willing to squander such, but the Scorpions are not.”

Six Khans began shouting as Mikhail finished, and a flustered Loremaster Mendoza stood on the dais.  “SILENCE!” he bellowed.  And surprisingly enough the Chamber quieted.

“The accusations presented to the Grand Council by the Hellions, and the refuting evidence submitted by the Scorpions in their defense has been assembled into a report for each of you.  I would suggest, my Khans that we recess for twenty-four hours to give each of you the time to go over this information in detail.”  He paused, and then he slammed down the gavel.  “Without objection, this session is hereby in recess.  Khan Kirov—you and your saKhan are to remain within the confines of Katyusha City until this matter is resolved.  We are adjourned.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 22, 2012, 09:36:07 PM
Hall of the Goliath Scorpion, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
September 31, 3036


“While the meal and the conversation both were rather enjoyable, Khan Kirov, I doubt that you invited me to dinner in this Hall for my company—and if you expect to couple than your sanity must be called into question,” Yvonne Hazen said dryly after she patted her lips on the spotless white linen napkin and folded into in the crumb-filled china plate sitting before her.  “What is your real reason?  You cannot have any expectation that I plan on supporting you and your Scorpions on the morrow, after all.”

The brunette woman dressed in the emerald green of a Jade Falcon leaned back and lifted a glass half-filled with a dark burgundy wine.  Mikhail raised one hand, simultaneously acknowledging the Falcon’s point and summoning one of his servants to take away the dishes.  He too lifted a wineglass, and he stood and gestured to a pair of comfortable recliners set before the roaring fireplace.  Yvonne shook her head, but she too smiled, then stood, crossed the room, and sank down in the chair, as the last servant exited the room and closed the doors behind them.

“Tomorrow is precisely what I wished to discuss, Khan Hazen,” Mikhail said as he sat down in his chair.  “I hope to persuade you to support my position.”

Yvonne laughed.  “No offense, Khan Kirov, but the problems of the Goliath Scorpions are no concern of the Falcon.  Your Clan, despite your . . . improvements . . . within your toumen is a third-rate Clan with negligible assets.  I must admit that your handling of the difficult position that Lunde and Tazegul placed you in was quite decisive—and that will probably save your Warriors from a vote of Annihilation.  Especially given that you removed both of their genetic legacies—and the legacies of their predecessors—from your genetics program.  And it is to your credit that you have freely shared the information gathered from this Operation Pathfinder with the Khans,” she took another sip of wine, and then sighed.

“That information has only whet our appetites, however to begin the liberation of the Inner Sphere.  NOW.  This alliance between Steiner and Davion . . . if they can work together, it is a possibility that they may well force the rest into a new Star League.  A false Star League.  And no Falcon—no Crusader—can stand for that, Khan Kirov.”

“And your Warden allies know it; they blame you for giving us the weapon to force the issue in the very near future.  The rest of the charges?  I find your new taste for loosening your restrictions on zellbrigen distasteful, but it is your Clan.  You do no more than what the Wolf and the Hellion and the Shark already employ.  And your Battle-ROMs prove that your Scorpions fought with honor; that charge will not stick either.”

“But for the last, I cannot condone what you are doing to expand your toumen with this testing of the lower castes.  And even if I could, Khan Kirov, it remains that you are a Warden and I am a Crusader.  You would not have my vote regardless.  I will watch your Trial of Refusal with interest, however.”

“Ah, but perhaps we can find that we agree on more than you believe, Khan Hazen.”

The Falcon took another small sip and smiled.  “Converting to a Crusader are you?  That will only cost you votes, for neither the Hellions nor the Jaguars will vote for you—and it would turn your Warden allies even further away.”

“I am not so much a Crusader or a Warden, as I am a pragmatist, Khan Hazen.  I see the way that your faction is gaining strength, and whether the invasion occurs now or in a dozen years from now, it will make no difference in the long run—except for deepening the rifts between our two sides.  Creating an even greater atmosphere of mistrust between Clans that must work together in order to bring out the vision of Nicolas Kerensky and restore order to the Inner Sphere of our fathers.”

Mikhail took a sip and Yvonne waited patiently, her eyes twinkling in curiosity at just what the Scorpion Khan might say next.  He set down his glass on the same serving table between them and leaned forward.

“As you are well aware, my Clan acquired a third battleship several years ago, Khan Hazen.”

Yvonne grinned and then forced her smile away.  “I should not rejoice at anything that makes the Crusaders and their supporters look incompetent—but since we are speaking of the Hellions, you sparked much anger among them, and a day of rejoicing amongst my Falcons.”

“That I am well aware, Khan Hazen,” Mikhail answered in a wry voice.  “Three battleships are a . . . bit much for such a small Clan as the Goliath Scorpions however.  The manpower requirements, the cost of maintaining such vessels . . . it is a grave burden.  I mention this because I am also aware that the Snow Raven Khans have refused—three times now—to build the Falcons a third battleship of your own.”

Yvonne’s smile vanished and she sat perfectly still.  “Now, having won the Requiem by Trial, it would not be proper to just give away such a magnificent ship,” Mikhail continued, “and the Lei Kung was awarded to our Clan by Nicolas Kerensky himself.  It would be a dishonor to his memory to mothball or trade that ship as well.  But our third battleship, Atropos, she is a modern Nightlord-class, much like your own Emerald Talon.  Three years younger in fact, than your Emerald Talon.  Your Falcon’s Nest is a far larger Texas-class.  I believe that Atropos would serve well in Falcon Green.”

“Mikhail Kirov, are you bribing me?” Yvonne asked as she batted her eyes.

“By no means, Yvonne Hazen; I am proposing a trade.  I have not the resources in training naval officers and crew to field three battleships.  But I need an Aegis-class cruiser and a Congress-class frigate in order to bring my three Stars up to a uniform state of equipment.  You have both; I have a spare battleship.  And I will even throw in a Volga and a Carrack to sweeten the pot.  Your Clan gains a battleship—which will cause consternation among the Ravens; your actual fleet numbers will increase.  And in return, the Scorpions will receive one of your cruisers and one of your frigates.”

“But?” Yvonne asked.

“Alas, Khan Hazen, it all depends upon how the vote tomorrow goes.  Should the Scorpions be the target of an Absorption—or Annihilation—we cannot trade you those vessels.”

“Ah, Mikhail.  Why trade what I can take?”

“You, my dear Yvonne, are smarter than Lucien Moon and Norman Rood combined.  You will have to cut your bid to the bone to win against those two—and doing so you open yourself up to defeat by my reformed Scorpions in a Trial of Refusal.  And if you do not gain the honor of fighting me, then those ships—whichever ones survive—will go the Clans who do fight.  Not to you and your Falcons.”

“You speak the truth, Mikhail,” she said as she sat back and took a deep sip of the wine.

“Aff, Khan Hazen.  And know this:  if it comes to a vote on the invasion of the Inner Sphere, despite my Warden leanings and beliefs, both I and my saKhan will our votes ‘Aye’.  In fact, I intend for my Scorpions to have a place within that Invasion.  We are no longer slumbering in isolation, Yvonne.  My Scorpions have woken.”

The senior Khan of the Falcons stood and so did Mikhail.  “The dinner was quite enjoyable, Khan Kirov,” she said.  “And the conversation was . . . breathtaking.  As for tomorrow . . . let us see what comes to pass.  Good evening, Mikhail Kirov,” and she started laughing.

“Something amusing cross your mind, Khan Hazen,” Mikhail asked as he buzzed his servants to open the doors.

“I have the sad suspicion that perhaps it would best for the Clans as a whole if you were to die tomorrow—with you around, I fear that perhaps we will suffer the ancient curse of living in interesting times.  And I do not even believe in curses.”  She walked across to the doors and then turned around again to face Mikhail.  “Then again, I do like a good show.  Sleep well tonight, Scorpion.  Tomorrow will either be the end or the beginning.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 23, 2012, 12:46:23 AM
Yes Interesting times indeed. Also the Ice Hellion Khan is hopped up on too much sugar.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on May 23, 2012, 03:45:54 PM
Mikhail walked down the stone steps to the well and he turned to face the assembled Khans.  “What my Scorpions have done—what the Hellions protest—is simply this:  we changed our tactics, my Khans.  Now, when we engage you in a Trial, we hold as strictly, or as loosely, to zellbrigen as does the opponent we face.  We will fight you using your own rules for zell, be those rules strict adherence or tactics verging on the dishonorable.  The Hellions accuse us of treachery because in their most recent Trial against us, our light BattleMechs and OmniMechs used their own pack tactics against them!  There is an old saying, Khan Rood:  what is good for the goose is good for the gander.” ”

I think you are oversimplifying the pack tactics.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 23, 2012, 03:51:48 PM
Yes, but the Khans are well aware of what he means.  As as most (not all, but most) readers of the BT universe.  The Hellions allow multiple light units to 'gang up' on a single heavy or assault to wear it down, but then they only premit ONE to go in for the kill.  The Scorpions just did the same thing to them (against the few Heavies and Assaults that they normally field).

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 23, 2012, 06:50:10 PM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
September 32, 3036


“A word, if you will Khan Kirov before this Council comes to order,” the senior Wolf Khan said as he intercepted Mikhail just outside the door to the Hall of the Khans. 

“Of course, Khan Ward,” Mikhail said and he nodded at Nikolai to go ahead then followed the Wolf into a small anteroom.

Kerlin Ward was already seated at a desk—there were no other chairs or benches present.  “Close the door,” he ordered briskly as he removed his mask and smoothed down his hair.  Mikhail stared at the Wolf for a moment, and then pushed the heavy door to a close and he removed his own ceremonial mask.

“You met with Khan Hazen last evening, Khan Kirov:  I would like to know what the two of you discussed,” Kerlin said without looking up.

“I beg your pardon?” Mikhail asked.

Kerlin raised his head and he glared at the Scorpion.  “You have already threatened every plan I have made to push this foolish invasion back!  Now you will tell me what you discussed with Hazen!”

Mikhail stared down at the Wolf for a moment and then he leaned forward and placed his hands on the table.  “What do you think gives you the right to issue orders to me, Kerlin?”

The Wolf tapped his fingers on the table.  “The Scorpions have always followed the lead and orders of the Wolves—at least until you became Khan.  Your rank stupidity has cost the Warden cause much in these last two days.  How dare you release that information on Pathfinder!  It should have been destroyed—you should have checked with me before you ever admitted possessing that information!”

Mikhail’s eyes narrowed, and then he stood straight and slowly nodded.  “So, you see the Scorpions as no more than your servants, do you Kerlin Ward?”

“You are the ones who claim that you owe the Wolves a debt; and instead of making good on that debt, you hand the Wardens this crisis!”

“We Scorpions honor Nicholas Kerensky and we honor his decision to forgive Ethan Moreau, which then allowed him to become our First Loremaster—the first such Loremaster of ALL the Clans of Kerensky, Khan Ward.  And yes, we acknowledge, that our debt—to Nicholas Kerensky—our surkairede, is now a debt of honor to Clan Wolf.  But that debt of honor, Kerlin Ward, it is not meant to transform the Scorpions in a client of your Wolves.  It is not meant to make us answer to you or any other Khan of Clan Wolf, be he of the Blood of Nicholas Kerensky or not!”

“You need to sit down and lis- . . .” Kerlin began to stand, but Mikhail interrupted him.

“SILENCE, Wolf—I am not finished,” Mikhail shouted.  The door swung open as a member of the Ebon Keshik peered within, to see the source of the commotion, but he only bowed and closed it again behind him when he saw that all was well.

Mikhail took a deep breath, and he continued in a softer, calmer voice.  “For too long, Clan Goliath Scorpion has aided Clan Wolf without exception, without question, without even being asked.  We have protected you, we have shared with you the fruits of our labors, we have given unto your Clan access to our deepest secrets, we have shared with you in the spirit of surkairede; and for what?  What have we gained out of it, Kerlin?”

“No longer does Clan Wolf even bother to thank us, they see this as a right due to them.  You see it as your due to receive our subservience, our respect that you do not have to earn—because Nicholas earned it for you.  Yet, when it is my Clan that needs help, where are the Wolves?  No, they say.  That is not the Way of the Clans.  Each must stand strong on its own.  And so the Scorpions have stood—wobbly at times, but we have stood.  Alone.  Always alone, for the Wolves whom we shed blood and treasure and the sweat of our brow in defense of consider it beneath them to aid us.”

“You steal from the Scorpions, without my Clan retaliating as the others would.  You stole from us our own Deep-Sea Mining Suits, and only reluctantly did your predecessors show the charity to share with us the Elemental Battle Armor you created without a batchall for the production rights!  When your Dragoon Compromise was voted upon, it was Scorpions who trained them—and Scorpion volunteers who accompanied them into the Inner Sphere.  And in return, instead of asking us for help, you once again took Star Colonel Dinour!  When it was your harvests on Eden that were insufficient to feed your own people, did you ask the Scorpions for aid?  Did you honor the surkairede we held?  No!  You fought a Trial, not against a Crusader Clan, but against us and left civilian castes on Tokasha on emergency rations for three months.”

“Always, it is what is best for the Wolves, as though we are only your Reserve Clan, only your property.  We have always been there for when you need us, but no, the mighty Wolves and the scions of Kerensky cannot be bothered with aiding the Scorpions when our Clan is in need.  When our Clan requires a brother’s aid.  And now, you have the temerity, to sit there and believe that you, Kerlin Ward, Khan of the Wolves, have the right to berate me, the Khan of Clan Goliath Scorpion?”

“Are you done?” snarled Kerlin.

“No, Khan Ward, I am far from done,” Mikhail snapped.  “Understand this, Wolf!  Our surkairede is complete!  No more will the Scorpions grant your Clan amnesty from the crimes that they commit upon us—try and you will discover for yourself just how lethal my Clan has become.”

Kerlin slammed his fist down on the table.  “And you have sealed your fate, Scorpion, for I will see to it that the Jaguars or the Hellions or the Horse's, or another Clan will either Annihilate or Absorb you—and use that as the reason why it is necessary to postpone this Invasion yet again.”

Mikhail laughed.  And Kerlin stood, his face tight with anger.  The Scorpion Khan made a dismissive gesture.  “No, Wolf, you will not.  You will defend my Clan in the Grand Council today—or it will be the Wolves who are Annihilated because of your treason.”

“What?  Have you lost your mind, Kirov?” Kerlin hissed.

“I did not provide the Khans access with everything that Pathfinder discovered, Kerlin Ward.  Oh, no.  Not everything by far—though I should have.”

Mikhail took a small holoplayer from a pouch on his desk and he set it down on the desk, pressing the play button.  A holographic image, small, but crystal clear snapped into view:  it showed a younger Kerlin Ward, along with two Wolf officers—one a dark-haired man, and the second a red-headed woman.

“Am I to understand your orders to the Reconnaissance Force, Khan Ward?  That we are to disregard all future commands from the Grand Council.  We are not to send further reports to the Homeworlds, and that you are instructing us to prepare the Inner Sphere to fight this invasion?  To include sharing our technology and bringing the Inner Sphere back to the up to the technological levels of the Star League?”

“Aff, Colonel Wolf.  The reports of your Dragoon’s have sparked a debate that threatens the status quo in the Homeworlds.  The Grand Council may have dispatched your Dragoon’s, but you remain part of my Clan.  And as Khan, I now issue those orders to you.  They are last, lawful orders you will ever receive from the Homeworlds, Colonel Wolf.  I will fight to delay the Invasion as long as I can—and you will do what you must to make certain that when the Invasion finally comes, it will not succeed.  These Crusaders do not want to liberate the Inner Sphere—they want to conqueror it.  I will not watch as the Khans tear apart this society like a score of Warlords in the worst tradition of Stefan Amaris.”

Kerlin swallowed hard, and he sat down—fell, actually—into his chair.  The recording continued, as Jamie Wolf slowly nodded.  “We are Wolves, Khan Ward.  Your orders will be obeyed.”

The projection ended and Mikhail placed the projector back within his pouch.  “Scorpions were on that final supply run, Kerlin.  Three Scorpions who survived their time amongst the Dragoons—and wondered why that the Khan of the Wolves, and not a representative of the Grand Council accompanied the ships.  Why that the Khan of the Wolves demanded a secret meeting with Jamie Wolf and Natasha Kerensky.  They recorded this in secret, at no small risk to themselves.  And then two of them decided to remain in the Inner Sphere—in an attempt to confirm the . . . treason . . . they alone bore witness to.  The third?  He embarked aboard your ships—although he never arrived in the Homeworlds.  I suspect that you murdered him, though I have no proof of that Kerlin Ward.”

The Wolf licked dry lips and he gazed at Mikhail in hate, as the Scorpion pressed on.  “Pathfinder made contact with one of those two surviving Scorpions a little more than seven years ago.  In 3032, he returned to Roche, and he reported to me all that he had witnessed and gave me this recording.  He is alive and he is prepared to testify if needed.  No, Khan Ward.  Today, you will support my Scorpions.  Today, the Wolf will repay its debt to my Clan.  And I will allow you to choose the manner of your own death rather than see the Clan of Kerensky ripped asunder by your crimes against the Martial Code.  You do not deserve the honor of having your name preserved in history, but as the final act of surkairede that my Clan owes to Nicholas Kerensky, I will allow you to keep your false honor intact.  I will hide the depths of your betrayal and depravity and treason from future histories.  I will give your progeny the opportunity to show that they are better men and women than you.”

“And for paying that price, Kerlin Ward, today you will protect and defend my Clan.  And then, you may send yourself to Hell through which means you prefer.  May God have mercy on your soul.”

Mikhail picked up his mask, and placed it back on his head.  Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and left Kerlin Ward, Khan of the Wolves, sitting alone in the anteroom.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on May 23, 2012, 06:57:51 PM
Now there's a nice twist on an old tale.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on May 23, 2012, 09:56:39 PM
Agreed. Like the God bit at the end as well. Was probably lost on Kerlin, but Mikhail would have enjoyed the historical connotation. God's the only one who's got Kerlin's back now.  ;)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on May 24, 2012, 01:35:36 PM
I like what you write but don't you have the feeling that life is just a bit too easy for the Scorpions?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 24, 2012, 02:21:49 PM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
September 32, 3036


“This session of the Grand Council is called to order,” Loremaster Mendoza intoned.  “My Khans, you have reviewed the evidence both in support of the Ice Hellion claims against Goliath Scorpion, and the Scorpion defense.  The floor is now open for debate upon the issue.”

Norman Rood quickly stood.  “You have seen for yourselves now the perfidy of the Scorpions.  Khans of the Clans of Kerensky!  I call upon all those gathered today to sanction the Scorpions and deprive them of the right to be a Clan of Kerensky!  I demand that we find them in violation of the Martial Code of Kerensky, and that they be Absorbed!  And I submit to you that my Hellions, as the victims of their dishonorable and unClanlike behavior be given the right to conduct that Absorption!”

“While I agree with my Hellion comrade,” Lucien Moon said as he rose, “that the Scorpions should be Absorbed—allowing the Hellions that privilege is lunacy, my Khans!  They have already shown that they have suffered defeat after defeat at the hands of the Scorpions—would an Absorption Trial be any different?  No, I claim the right for my Clan—the Smoke Jaguars!  We will put an end to the Scorpions for all time!”

Khan Hazen of the Falcons began to laugh, and Lucien turned to stare at her.  “What is so funny, Falcon?”

“Khan Moon, Khan Rood, both of you seem to be overlooking something very important here,” she said as she stood.  “Clan Goliath Scorpion has not, in the opinion of the Jade Falcons, broken the Martial Code of Kerensky!  They have done no more and no less than the Hellions, Horses, Sharks, and Wolves have, over the past decades, in regards to zellbrigen.  As long as they retain their strict adherence to those codes in Trials against my Clan, why should a Falcon care if they loosen their own internal rules in regards to match those of others?”

“It is an internal matter, one which this Council well knows that Nicholas Kerensky himself allowed for each Clan to determine—as best suited to its needs.  If this is a crime, then what shall come next, my Khans?  Will the Jaguars submit when this Council admonishes them for their treatment of their Laborers and Merchants?  Will the Sharks submit when this Council calls upon them to reduce their Merchant’s power?  This matter is internal to their own Clan—and it has no bearing on the debate today.  For it is legal, my Khans.”

“On the second charge, that the Scorpions did knowingly and willingly violate the directives of the Grand Council and send expeditions to the Inner Sphere—that is indeed a crime.  A crime conducted by men and women who are now dead, who have been stripped of their genetic legacies, who were discovered in their treason by Scorpions, dealt with by Scorpions, and their course corrected by Scorpions.  The current leadership of the Scorpions has not lied to us; they have not concealed this treason by a few from us; they admit the sins of their criminal leaders and show us the proof that they threw them down and ended this illegal program in compliance with the Grand Council!”

Lucien Moon simply stared at Yvonne Hazen as she continued in her defense of the Scorpions.  “The industrial complex that many of you claim the Scorpions ‘hid’; my Khans, have your Clans no secrets of their own?  Did the Coyotes freely distribute their OmniMechs to all of the Clans once they had built them?  NO!  They used them, and it was a surprise that gave them great strength and honor!  We, all of our Clans, had to bid Trials against them in order to gain the technology for ourselves.  The Scorpions have done no less—and no more—than those long-dead Coyote Khans.  They, on their own soil, have restored a factory built by the Widowmakers!  Of all of our Clans, only Clan Wolf might have the right to challenge their possession—for Wolf absorbed Widowmaker.  Then again, Clan Wolf freely gave Spiderholm to the Scorpions, and the lands surrounding it.  Whether or not they knew of that factory does not mean that now, more than century later, they can ask for their gift back.”  Yvonne grinned as she peeled off her ceremonial mask.  “I would also remind my fellow Khans, that the Scorpions did NOT conceal this factory—the Adders and the Wolves both were aware of it.  They share in the production.  And any Trial against the Scorpions for their ownership would certainly entail a Trial against these two as well!”

The senior of the Star Adders rose, and he took removed his mask.  “The Falcon sees clearly; she perceives what should be obvious to all of you,” Marion Truscott said.  “A few short years ago, I too believed that the Scorpions were a Clan on the decline—hedonists who used the drug necrosia in abandon, a Clan that wantonly squandered its gifts in pursuit of artificial highs and that rejected the ideals of Kerensky.  I was wrong.  I have seen for myself the honor of the Scorpions; my Warriors have told me of their dedication to the ideals of Nicholas Kerensky and to the Laws that he laid down.  I have removed my blinders and seen for myself that such aspersions to their character are—by and large—in error.  And for that reason, the Adders will vote NAY.”

Truscott sat back down and Yvonne nodded her approval.  “No, my Khans, the Scorpions have done no more—and no less—than any of us would have done.  If you want their factory, then Trial for it!  In the Clan Way!  But they have committed no crime, on these charges, that is worthy of Absorption!”  Yvonne Hazen looked at each of her fellow Khans one after the next.  “So say the Falcons.  We as well will vote NAY.”

Jake Fletcher, Khan of the Hell’s Horses stood.  “You have not spoken of the most serious charge against them, Khan Hazen; that of the Scorpions arming their lower castes.  What of this matter?”

The Falcon nodded gravely.  “I will allow the Scorpions to answer that question, Khan Fletcher.”

But, before Mikhail could rise, the junior Khan of the Wolves stood.  “Nay, Khan Hazen.  The Scorpions need not answer, for the Wolves shall in their stead.”  Ulric Kerensky, saKhan of the Wolves removed his mask.  “We too worried that such a program might shatter the caste laws which bind our Clans together in a society and a culture based upon the Primacy of the Warrior.  I have, at the direction of my Khan, conducted a full investigation into the matter—with the cooperation of the Scorpions.”

“Clan Goliath Scorpion is not calling for the mass arming of the lower castes, my fellow Khans.  They have chosen to allow civilians to Test themselves against the rigorous challenges required of all True-Born Warriors.  We all do similar, with our Free-Born Warriors, although not quite to the same degree as what the Scorpions have proposed.  The Free-Born are, usually, but not always, the offspring of Warriors, who Test as Warriors based upon their maternal rights.  While each of our Clans uses them differently, we all have Free-Born in our ranks.”

“The Scorpions have proposed this:  that any civilian may Test for the position of Warrior.  This takes two parts:  in the first, once a civilian expresses such a desire, he is subjected to a board of physical and mental examinations:  a battery of tests that determine whether he has the physical stamina, strength, and the mental fortitude to be considered as a cantidate for Warrior.  He is given oral and written examinations that Test his knowledge of Clan law and history—philosophy, mathematics, the sciences, and the arts as well in the Scorpion Test.”

“These civilians must meet the same minimum standard as any Goliath Scorpion Warrior, my Khans.  The few who pass these tests, progress to Stage II.  Those who fail are either returned to their original caste, or based upon the test results are considered for reassignment to a higher, sometimes lower, caste.  This is mere common sense; a means that determines an individual’s worth by merit—not by birth.”

Ulric smiled.  “Stage II for the Scorpions lasts for six standard months.  Six months during which time the testee is subjected to harsh training—six months to learn what takes sibkin fifteen years of instruction.  The trial program on Marshall instituted by the Scorpions had in excess of  two hundred thousand candidates for Stage I.  Twelve thousand three hundred and forty-two qualified for Stage II.  Of those, only six hundred and seventeen successfully endured the training and the discipline—the remainder either dropping out or perishing.   Of those six hundred and seventeen, a mere two hundred and ninety-six passed their final Test to earn their Rights as a Warrior.  Those former civilians having passed all of the Tests that a Clan Warrior is expected, having survived training and shown themselves to carry the same dignity and courage as any True-Born Warrior; I submit to you my Khans, that while once they may have been civilians, NOW they are Warriors.”

“If any here consider arming three hundred former civilians who have passed through these Trials and proven their RIGHT to become a Warrior as ‘arming the lower castes en masse’, I find that I must question that Khan’s sanity.”

Amanda Tseng stood, and the Ghost Bear Khan nodded in agreement.  “These charges cannot be sustained.  They have not been proven.  Loremaster, I submit that no more debate is needed on this issue—let us resolve this so that the Grand Council can consider more pressing matters.”

Mendoza stood and he gauged the wishes of the assembled Khans, and then he bowed slightly.  “We will call the vote.  Aye to find the Scorpions guilty, and Nay to acquit them of the charges leveled against them.  How say you?  Clan Blood Spirit?”

“Aye!  Aye!” Two voices rang out.

“Clan Burrock?”

“Both Clans vote Aye.  And we will bid for the right of Absorption as well.”

“Clan Cloud Cobra?”

“Two Nays, Loremaster.”

“Clan Coyote?”

“Nay and Nay.”

“Clan Diamond Shark?”

“Aye; Nay!”

“Clan Fire Mandrill?”

“The Kindraas are in rare agreement, Loremaster:  Nay.”

“Clan Ghost Bear?”

“Nay twice.”

“Clan Hell’s Horse’s?”

“We are divided, Loremaster.  One aye, one nay.”

“Clan Ice Hellion?”

“AYE!  They must pay for their crimes!”

“Clan Jade Falcon?”

“Nay!” called Yvonne Hazen, but her saKhan Elias Crichell answered “Aye!”

“Clan Nova Cat?”

“One Nay; one aye, Loremaster.”

“Clan Smoke Jaguar?”

“AYE!” both Khans roared.

“Clan Snow Raven?”

“Nay, twice.”

“Clan Star Adder?”

“Nay and nay.”

“Clan Steel Viper?”

“Aye.  They violate the will of the Great Father.”

“Clan Wolf?”

Khan War stood, and he looked sourly at Mikhail, and then at the Loremaster.  “One Nay, from saKhan Kerensky—I abstain.”

“There being fourteen votes of Aye, seventeen Nay, with one abstention, the Grand Council finds that Clan Goliath Scorpion has NOT violated the Martial Code of Kerensky.  Is there a call for a Trial of Refusal—the odds will be 1.2 against the Clans calling for a Trial.”

No one answered.

“Very well,” said Mendoza.  “There is another matter before the Grand Council, brought by Khans Moon and Hazen; the mat-. . .”

“One moment, Loremaster Mendoza,” Khan Kerlin Ward said.  “Before we begin debate on what shall be a contentious issue, there is another matter—one that cannot wait.”

“Proceed, Khan Ward,” the Loremaster said as he sat down his tablet.

“I abstained in the vote against the Goliath Scorpions for one reason, and one reason only—I declare a Trial of Grievance against Khan Mikhail Kirov!  Earlier today, he informed me that Clan Goliath Scorpion deems that its surkairede to Clan Wolf is finished.  My Khans, the holder of surkairede cannot simply declare that his service to that rite is done!  He cannot declare that the oaths taken by his forefathers are in abeyance!  But I will not make this a matter that will weaken our Clans by claiming a Trial of Refusal that would turn into a War!  I claim against Mikhail Kirov a Trial of Grievance for the dishonor he shows to both his predecessors and my own!  Here and now, let the Blood of a Khan be spilled to show who is in the right—and who has failed in his duty.”

Mikhail stood and he grinned as he slowly nodded his head at Kerlin.  “If the Grand Council will grant us leave, then I accept your challenge, Kerlin Ward of the Wolves.  By all means, Wolf, let us put an end to this . . . disagreement.  And if you demand blood before you acknowledge our surkairede is at long last ended, I can promise you that blood you shall have in full measure.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 24, 2012, 08:30:03 PM
The last three snippets, please replace the data:  September 31 and September 32 with October 1 and October 2, respectively.  I am an idiot, and I cannot believe that I did that.   :-[

Sorry.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 24, 2012, 10:08:11 PM
Kerensky Trial Ground, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
October 3, 3036


“Kerlin, why are you forcing this issue?” Ulric asked as he tightened the sword belt around his Khan’s waist.  “You are no swordsman—the Scorpion is going to kill you out there.”

Kerlin Ward tugged on the thick leather gauntlet he wore on his right hand, seating the fingers tighter against the fabric.  He glanced around, but no one was close enough to hear; still he leaned in close to Ulric and whispered his answer.  “He has evidence of my final orders to Jamie and the Dragoons.  Evidence enough to have the Wolves Annihilated, Ulric.”

“Then why did you provoke him?” hissed Ulric in alarm.

“Provoke him, saKhan?  He provoked me,” Kerlin answered setting the gauntlet-clad hand on Ulric’s shoulder.  “You need not fear—Kirov is a honorable fool.  He will abide with his bargain, and upon my death the Clan will be safe.  You, Ulric Kerensky must now lead the Clans away from this folly of an Invasion.”

Ulric shook his head sadly.  “With the strength Mikhail Kirov gains here today, the Council will follow him—not me.”

Kerlin smiled.  “That has been arranged for—though, perhaps you do not need the details, Ulric.  You would disapprove of the tactics in question.”

“Kerlin,” Ulric growled, “what have you done now?”

“I’ve given the Clans a chance to live, Ulric.  That is all that you need to know.”

Loremaster Mendoza walked over and cleared his throat.  “Khan Ward, the circle is prepared.  Are you?”

“Aff, Loremaster,” the Wolf answered as he drew a basket-hilted rapier in his right hand and a main-gauche in his left.

Ulric stood back as he watched Kerlin Ward cross into the Circle of Equals behind the Loremaster.  On the far side, Mikhail Kirov entered as well, with a curved saber in one hand and his Clan’s customary zulkari in the other.

“Khan Kirov, Khan Ward,” the Horse spoke, “we are here for a Trial of Grievance this day.  I implore you both to set aside this issue between you, and not to shed the blood of a fellow Khan. “

He paused, looking first at Ward, and then at Kirov.  Both of the Khans shook their head, and so the Loremaster nodded.  “Very well.  You may begin upon my command.”

The Loremaster walked away, and he simply said, “Begin.”

Kerlin and Mikhail circled each other warily, their weapons held low; neither Khan uttering a word.  Then the Wolf launched himself forward in a blur, and steel clanged upon steel.  Mikhail sprang back, then he rolled to the side as Kerlin rushed in and saber met rapier, main-gauche parried zulkari as the two whirled like dervishes, blades flashing on the sandy floor of the Trial Grounds.  Kerlin—two decades older than Mikhail—began to slow and falter as the Scorpion pressed him relentlessly.  Blood splattered across the sand as the saber tore through Kerlin’s upper arm, and now he was fighting completely on the defensive parrying blow after blow—but several more from the long saber and the short zulkari left crimson slashes in their wake.

Kerlin stumbled fell to one knee—he raised his rapier, but the blade snapped in half as Mikhail threw his weight behind the curved saber.  The Scorpion made a back-hand slash with the zulkari, but Kerlin ducked under the slash and he thrust his main-gauche into the Scorpion Khan’s thigh.  Mikhail grunted in pain but swung down his saber’s hilt and caught Kerlin in the jaw, knocking him back onto the sand.  The Scorpion paused and he examined his wound, but the blade had missed the artery, and he left the main-gauche to plug the hole.

The Wolf sat on his knees and he panted heavily, bleeding from a dozen wounds to the Scorpion’s one.  But he held his chin high as Mikhail took two steps towards him, swung the saber, and severed his head from his body.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on May 24, 2012, 10:11:10 PM
Bravo.

Guarantee that blade had poison on it. Kirov is a dead man.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 25, 2012, 12:10:53 AM
Hall of the Goliath Scorpion, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
October 11, 3036


Nikolai stood as the physician exited the Khan’s personal chamber.  The elderly doctor shook his head.  “He was poisoned with polonium-210; a radioactive isotope that is normally harmless unless ingested, saKhan.  The low levels of radiation cannot normally penetrate the skins epidermis, but it appears to have introduced into his blood through the wound on his leg.”

Nikolai stared in horror, and he clenched a fist tightly against the anger that he was feeling.  “Poison?  Kerlin Ward sank so low?”

The civilian shook his head.  “I, of course, know not who introduced the isotope to Khan Ward’s blade—I can only tell you that we must prepare for the funeral of Khan Kirov.”

The saKhan’s mouth gaped open.  “You must treat this—he was poisoned just eight days ago!  We have anti-radiation medications!”

“Which are effective against large doses of radiation; but the polonium has travelled throughout his body.  There are molecules in every part of his muscle tissue, his fat reserves, his liver, his lungs, his kidneys, his heart, his brain.  Each emitting alpha particles that kill the cells surrounding it.  There is no cure for this . . . vile weapon of assassination, saKhan.  I have given him drugs for the pain—others that will alleviate some of the worst symptoms, for a short while.  But he will be dead in two weeks time.  He has asked to see you.”

Nikolai lowered his head, and then he nodded and stepped into the Khan’s bed-chamber, where Mikhail was sitting up, struggling with an attempt to stand.  Nikolai rushed to his side, but Mikhail waved him off.  He blinked at seeing the bald head—Mikhail’s full head of hair was gone.

“I had them shave it off, Nikolai,” the Khan said with a weary laugh.  “It was falling out anyway.  I need you, saKhan Djerassi to call an emergency meeting of the Grand Council.  There is one final thing I must do as Khan before my time ends.”

“They will not act against the Wolves with more proof, my Khan,” Nikolai warned.

Mikhail laughed again.  “You will not accuse the Wolves.  That is my last order to you.  I know who was behind this, and he is dead.  I even know why he did this—it no longer matters.  You must stand ready to lead our Clan, Nikolai Djerassi.  Our future will now be in your hands.  You must make certain that the Khans hold to our agreement for Silver Sable II.  We must have those three years to gather information on our target worlds—we must, Nikolai,” Mikhail retched and coughed heavily, and spat up bloody phlegm.  “You, and Khan Truscott, must hold them to that.  We cannot go in blind with no planning at all besides 'a race to Terra’.  Promise me, Nikolai.”

“I swear it, my Khan,” Nikolai said softly and Mikhail nodded.

“Go then, Khan of the Goliath Scorpions, go and tell my servants I need my ceremonial uniform—and to prepare my OmniMech and DropShip and one of the JumpShips in orbit for my use.  I will meet you one last time at the Hall of the Khans.”


Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
October 11, 3036


“Why have you summoned us here for this emergency session, Kirov?” snapped Lucien Moon as the final Khans sat.  “At this time of the night, as well.  Is it not enough that you and Truscott and the Wardens hound us day-in and day-out on the need to postpone yet again?”

“If the Smoke Jaguar Khan would care to notice, it was my vote that gave him the possibility of invading the Inner Sphere in his lifetime.  Perhaps he should rest his tongue before I decide to remove it,” Mikhail grunted harshly as he sat, clenching his left hand to keep it from trembling.

“By Kerensky’s Seed, Scorpion, you are begging me to declare a Trial against you,” Lucien Moon said in a furor, pounding his desk with his gloved fist.

“And I shall grant you that Trial,” Mikhail said as he laid one hand on Nikolai’s shoulder.  “My Khans, I asked to here this evening to witness a challenge.  As we are discussing the Invasion of the Inner Sphere, I have taken stock of Scorpion assets.  I believe that my Clan needs more.  Therefore, I issue a Trial of Possession for the Jaguar OmniMech Production Centers on Huntress!”

No Khan made a single sound for one heartbeat, and then two.  Finally, saKhan Leo Showers of the Jaguars barked out an unbelieving bark of laughter.  “Are you insane, Scorpion?  You bid a Trial for ALL of our production centers?”

“Such is my right under the Martial Code, Jaguar.  Do you accept my Trial?  Or are you as craven and afraid of a real fight as a bandit?”

Lucien Moon blinked twice, and then he released a yell of rage and leapt forward, but six Khans—it took six Khans—held him back.  “I will meet you myself, Mikhail Kirov!  And I shall eat your heart!”

“I would not recommend that, Khan Moon.  In that case, my Khans, I am leaving Strana Mechty tonight—and will land on Huntress in four days time.  I hereby request safcon—unless the thought of fighting a true Scorpion on the surface of Huntress terrifies you, Lucien?”

“Your Clan will be crushed, Mikhail Kirov!  I shall shatter what you send against me!  Land your ships and we shall meet you in force!”

“Deeds . . .,” Mikhail began, before he doubled over in pain, and slammed his own fist into desk before forcing himself back up right.  “Deeds, not words are the Clan way, Khan Moon.  Prove your strength in action, in four days time.  I bid all of you a fair evening.”


Smoke Jaguar Spaceport, Lootera City
Huntress, Clan Homeworlds
October 15, 3036


The lone Union-C DropShip landed on the tarmac of the spaceport outside of the Jaguar capital.  One bay door opened, and a ramp opened, down which walked a single OmniMech clad in Goliath Scorpion colors.  One single Scorpion OmniMech, facing more than five hundred Jaguar OmniMechs and almost a thousand Elemental Warriors.  Not to mention the hundreds of OmniFighters circling the spaceport.

“What is this,” broadcast Lucien Moon from the cockpit of his Dire Wolf.  “Where are your Clusters, Khan Kirov?”

“I bid no Clusters, Khan Moon.  Only myself.”

Nervous laughter filled the radio channels, and Jaguars Warriors began to look at each other in shock.

“One Warrior.  I bid three Galaxies in defense of my Capital and my Production Facilities, Scorpion!” Moon shouted.  “Three Galaxies!  And you insult them by landing one Warrior!”

“It was the lowest bid I could make.  If these odds are too much, Jaguar, I will bid away some weapons.”

Leo Shower’s voice cut in on the transmission.  “You are committing suicide, Scorpion.  You cannot prevail—request hegira, and I, as saKhan will accept it—you have proven your bravery.”

“NO.”  Two voices—one that of the sick Scorpion Khan and the second that of Lucien Moon—barked at the same time.  Mikhail remained silent, but Moon at last continued.  “No, I will see this Scorpion finished.”  And he charged his Dire Wolf forward.

Mikhail accelerated his own Death Stalker in return and the distance between the two Khans closed rapidly as each OmniMech began spitting out fire—but Nikolai’s Death Stalker pivoted and the Jaguar’s shots mostly went wide.  Three powerful PPC bolts spat out in answer, and Moon’s Dire Wolf staggered as nearly a ton of armor evaporated.  The two continued to close and now Mikhail’s OmniMech was wreathed in a halo of fire as Moon cycled his weapons, pouring lasers, and missiles, and autocannon burst after burst into the lighter Scorpion OmniMech.  But Kirov kept coming and his PPCs stabbed out again and again and again; some shots missing, but ALL of those successful ones eating through the assault OmniMech’s center torso armor at a frightening pace. 

At last, Lucien Moon seemed to realize the danger, and he shifted his chest away from Mikhail, shielding it with one arm as the second kept pouring fire—but the ranged had closed enough for the Scorpion to use his jump jets.  Jets of flame lit in the rear torso of the Scorpion Death Stalker and it flew up towards the Jaguar Dire Wolf—and too late Moon realized what Kirov was doing.  The 90-ton OmniMech piloted by Mikhail crashed down atop the head and shoulders of the Jaguar OmniMech, and both Khans fell to the ground.

Leo Shower’s moved his own Dire Wolf forward in shock, but then there was movement on the tarmac.  And Mikhail Kirov stood, his Death Stalker broken and battered, but still functioning.  “Scratch one Jaguar Khan,” Mikhail broadcast as he deliberately fired his right arm PPC into Moon’s already crushed cockpit.  “Now for the second!” he finished with a ragged cough as he began to charge towards the Jaguar lines.  His second and third PPC reached out for Shower’s—one missing, but one hitting.

A furious Jaguar Warrior, sent flying into an unthinking rage at the death of his Khan jumped his light Mist Lynx out to meet Mikhail, but the Scorpion OmniMech salvoed all three PPCs into its chest, and the twenty-five ton design crumpled.  One-by-one, the Jaguars charged forward, and Showers just stood there, staring in horror as Kirov kept coming.  Eight, nine, ten, Jaguar OmniMechs fell, but at last all three of Mikhail’s PPC were eliminated.  His armor was holed in every location, and he staggered forward, dragging one frozen leg.  Finally, he stopped, and turned around, presenting his back to Khan Showers, and he fired again from the large laser mounted there!

Showers finally moved forward and he unleashed a full barrage from his (mostly) fresh Dire Wolf, a barrage that ripped away one leg and both arms, and Mikhail fell to the ground.  Still, his Death Stalker moved forward a meter a time, one leg pushing against the ground.

“Ask for hegira, Khan Kirov,” Showers asked as the Jaguars stood in mute witness.  The Scorpion’s only answer was another wild shoot from the back mounted Large Laser that went wild.  At last Showers stepped forward and leveled his arm mounted weapon pods as the Death Stalker quit moving.  Steam clouds rose from the Dire Wolf as the Jaguar's new Khan fired all of his guns, and the Scorpion’s OmniMech exploded.  There was no ejection.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 25, 2012, 02:17:38 AM
Treachery from the wolves. How the mighty have fallen
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on May 25, 2012, 07:20:35 AM
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Called it.

Seriously though, that was absolutely brilliant.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on May 25, 2012, 01:56:28 PM
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“Clan Burrock?”

“Both Clans vote Aye.  And we will bid for the right of Absorption as well.”


You probably mean both Khans :D

And you managed to surprise me.  8)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 25, 2012, 06:19:19 PM
It happens time to time
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 27, 2012, 05:24:52 PM
Chapter Two

“The greatest failure of the Clans is also our greater strength, my brother Scorpions.  We wage Trials, not Wars.  We fight with limited forces for limited objectives that are defined well in advance of any conflict.  Because of our traditions laid down by Nicolas Kerensky, we waste precious little in resources and preserve our industry and civilian castes to serve the whole of the Clans, no matter which Clan reigns over them.  This is something that has been before been achieved by any military arm of any branch of humanity—but achieve it we have.”

“It is our greatest weakness, our greatest failure, however, in that many of our brothers and sisters do not seem to remember that War is Hell.  And when we return to the Inner Sphere, my Scorpions, we must be prepared for they will not fight Trials against us.  Their response to the Invasion will be total War.  And we will be fighting in Hell.”

—Khan Mikhail Kirov, addressing the Goliath Scorpion Council of the Bloodnamed, August 6 3035


Watch Headquarters, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
December 4, 3040


The bustling movements of the free-birth and true-born Warriors, Scientists, Merchants, and Technicians did not slow when the Khans entered; in fact, none of those engaged in the work here even seemed to take notice.  That fact did not escape any of Nikolai’s guests, judging by the crimson flushing of Yvonne Hazen’s cheeks, or the pinched lips of Marion Truscott, or the exasperated sigh of Jake Fletcher, and the clenched fist of Amanda Tseng.  Only Ulric Kerensky seemed unfazed.  Nikolai Djerassi smiled.

“They are under strict orders, my Khans, not to pause their work when a higher ranking officer—not even a Khan—enters this chamber,” he said.  “Otherwise, their efforts would grind to a halt every single time a Star Colonel or Galaxy Commander comes in here and demands to know when they will be finished!  And that is something which occurs at least twice a day, on average.”

“Yes, I can see where that might slow things down,” Yvonne said at last.  She leaned against the railing on the third story level where the doors had led the Khans.  The massive chamber was the size of two adjacent football fields, with the ceilings stretching close to twenty-meters.  From their lofty perch, the Khans could see row after row of desks, with analysts hard at work—but it was the thirty-six meter wide and eighteen meter tall screen on one wall that caught their attention.

On that screen was projected a map of the Northern Quadrant of the Inner Sphere.  At the top of the screen were Manaringaine and Von Strang's World in the Periphery; at the bottom was Terra.  To the left, the Lyran world of Viborg sat on the edge of map (although several Periphery micro-states were also included), while to the right the map extended to the pirate haven of Antallos, beyond the borders of the Draconis Combine.  The worlds of the periphery we given a light grey back drop, but those of belonging to the House of Steiner were drenched in royal blue; those of Kurita in crimson; while the Free Rasalhague Republic that separated the two giants was a sky-blue.  Only at the bottom of the screen was the bright sand yellow of House Davion represented, with a just a hint of Marik purple showing the borders of the Free Worlds League.  But the world at the very bottom, Terra, the space around it was adorned with no color save white.

Every claimed system—and many more that the Star League had known well—was represented on the screen by either a green dot, a black dot, or a grey skull.

“The culmination of four years work, my Khans,” Nikolai said as he waved a hand towards the map screen.  “It took a year to mobilize the Trackers, gather enough Scouts and Hunters, convince the Clans to work together and contribute their Fredasas, and send them all into the Inner Sphere with orders to gather information, but not to engage.  But for three years now, we have collected data on our targets in quantities undreamed of.  My Khans, Silver Sable II has achieved far more than we ever thought possible.”

“What do the symbols represent?” asked Ulric.  “The ones on the individual systems?”

“Systems marked with a skull have been abandoned or otherwise been rendered lifeless by the Succession Wars—there are far too many of those, as you can see, my Khans,” Nikolai answered bleakly.  “The ones that remain black we have not yet been able to gather enough information on to make a tactical and strategic analysis, whereas the ones in green have a complete and up-to-date report on military targets and defenses, civilian infrastructure and industry, weather patterns, socio-economic and cultural differences from our own, and other pertinent information.”

“Can you overlay the current Invasion routes?” asked Yvonne.

Nikolai nodded and he whistled down to the floor and made four signs with his hands to an alert supervisor, who began to key in commands to his workstation.  Eight golden lines dots strobed at the northern edge of the map, and then long lines began to form, angling their way towards a convergence point at Terra herself.  The background of the space in each of these invasion zones shifted to match the colors of one of the Clans of Kerensky.

“From west-to-east—Lyran Commonwealth to Draconis Combine—my Khans, the invading Clans will be, according to the latest version of Revival, Jade Falcon, Hell’s Horse, Wolf, Ghost Bear, Steel Viper, Star Adder, and Smoke Jaguar, with my Scorpions and a Raven Naval Force in reserve.  It is, of course, subject to change as the Khans continue to debate our exact plans for carrying out Revival.”  Nikolai frowned; already the plan had changed eleven times—and each time the number of participating Clans had been reduced.  Each reduction had forced Trials of Refusal which had either confirmed the new orders or forced a change back to the previous ones.  Needless to say, the Clans which had not been chosen—and which had lost their Refusal Trials—were furious.

The Scorpion Khan sighed.  And these plans would be revised again, he thought to himself as he brought his mind back to the real reason he had asked these five Khans here today.  Nikolai led the Khans down the stairs and across the floor to a guarded door.  The Scorpions standing watch came to attention and saluted, and Nikolai held it open for his guests.

The noise level immediately abated as the Scorpion Khan closed and sealed the door behind him, and he crossed around the round briefing table to stand beside a chair.  “I believe, my Khans, that you all know my saKhan, Randall Posavatz.  saKhan Posavatz has had full operational control of the Watch and is responsible for many of our successes.”

The Khans greeted the younger man and each slowly found a seat; Nikolai joined them.  “As you are all aware,” he began, “when the Grand Council approved the plan for Silver Sable II, the Watch was merely a shell organization.  Each Clan had its own Watch, and only seldom were those intelligence assets and the information that they gathered shared.  However, with Revival now on the horizon, the Grand Council directed that I reorganize our assets to gather information on our target worlds.”

Amanda Tseng chuckled.  “You were the only Khan who volunteered for the task, Nikolai.  Most see this task as beneath a true Warrior.”

“Aff, Khan Tseng,” Nikolai replied with a smile.  “But it is a task that I think I can take pride in.  Excepting only a few, the Watch has taken elements from every Clan and forged them into a whole far greater than the sum of their parts; they are now operating in a manner that ALL of us can be proud of.  However,” and Nikolai’s smile faded, “the sheer distances involved meant that not all of our assets could be focused on Revival.  Over ninety percent of our resources are concentrating on that task, but for the remaining ten percent, I have increased intelligence operations here in the Homeworlds.”

“That was not within your purview!” Yvonne Hazen barked, as the rest of the Khans glared at Nikolai.  “You exceeded the authority granted by the Grand Council—this is the entire reason that many Khans did not want the Watch consolidated in the first place!”

Nikolai held up a placating hand.  “I realize that, Khan Hazen.  These operations were not directed at the Clans—but against the Dark Caste bandits who continue to plague us.  Three months ago, we achieved a major intelligence coup against them . . . one that has serious implications for the Clans as a whole.”

The Scorpion nodded at Randall who stood and unlock a case; he extracted seven bound reports and he gave a copy to each of the Khans seated at a table before he sat once again, the final copy before him.

“If you read what I have prepared, my Khans, I think you will understand why I asked each of you here today.   This entire matter will have to be presented to the Grand Council, but the consequences, my Khans, this could derail Revival.  Or postpone it indefinitely.”

Five very uneasy Khans broke the seal on the report and opened it; each slowly began to read.  And as they flipped through page after page, the blood drained from their faces.  Amanda looked up in shock at Nikolai, but the Scorpion only nodded yes.  It is the truth, Ghost Bear.  And she turned her gaze back to the report and kept reading.

One-by-one, each Khan reached the last page.  Marion Truscott turned back and the Adder reread sections, while Yvonne Hazen and Ulric Kerensky only sat there waiting.  Jake Fletcher slammed his fist into the table.  “How dare they?  They are Clan!  How could they?”

And Amanda Tseng looked as if she was about to be physically ill.

“We have since concentrated our assets here in the Homeworlds on confirming this information, confirming that the Burrocks are working hand-in-glove with the Dark Caste.  It has been confirmed that Clan Burrock is arming them and supplying them and receiving a share of the loot from them.  The interrogations of the bandits we have captured—and their contacts among our civilian castes—show clearly that they know what is happening on our enclaves.”

“It would be folly to presume that the Burrocks are their only source of information, but so far we have identified no other Clan involved with the Dark Caste.  There are indications, however, that members of the civilian castes—of several Clans—are conspiring against us, my Khans.”

“Unconfirmed indications, Khan Djerassi,” Ulric pointed out.

Nikolai nodded.  “As of this moment, yes.”

“Why did you ask us here, Scorpion?” Jake Fletcher asked.  “Why not surprise us along with the rest of the Grand Council?”

“I do not like you, Horse, and I do not care for the Wolf either.  But I trust each of you to a far greater degree than I trust the other Khans.  None of you would have anything to do with this . . . treason.  I could have presented it to the Grand Council and let it simply play out, but the consequences for getting this wrong; my Khans, they are staggering.  And that is not even considering the ongoing feud between the Burrocks and the Spirits.”

“Oh, by the Great Father,” Marion said as he laid his face down in his open palms.  “They will demand the right to Annihilate the Burrocks.  Do they have the ability?”

“They and the Burrocks are evenly matched,” Nikolai answered.  “But consider this:  if the Burrocks manage to defeat the Spirits, then they cannot be held guilty under Nicholas Kerensky’s own laws—despite the evidence, they will have cleared their name and retain a seat on the Grand Council.”

No one said a word around the table.  “On the bright side, I have managed to uncover three distant systems where the Dark Caste base their operations in the Homeworlds.  Now, if forces from our Clans were to suddenly arrive there and take those facilities by storm, we might well uncover additional information.  Unfortunately, I must inform the Council at our next session—in ten days time.  If we launch this strike against the Dark Caste, it must be done immediately, otherwise it become part of the Trial against the Burrocks.”

“There is another facet to this,” Yvonne said firmly.  “You are speaking of a Crusader Clan—and eliminating their vote might well put a halt to Revival.  There are some Crusaders who will accuse you personally, Nikolai, of engineering this simply to stop the Invasion.”  She smiled.  “And having Ulric Kerensky sit at this table, will only add to their conspiracy theories on that regard.”

“That is one of the reasons, other than impeccable sense of honor and devotion to her duty, I requested Amanda Tseng to join us today.  The Ghost Bears originally voted against the Invasion, Khan Tseng.  But your Clan has been selected as one of the key components of Revival.  If the Burrocks fall, and their vote is eliminated, will the Bears shift their position and allow the Invasion to proceed?”

“We will.  The problem arises in that you might well lose other votes—the Spirits at the least will threaten to withdraw their support if they do not receive the right to act against the Burrocks.”

Ulric Kerensky raised an eyebrow, but Nikolai laughed.  “Do not worry yourself, Wolf.  I know better than to even ask you.”

There was mild laughter around the table, and Nikolai continued.  “We will cross that bridge when it becomes necessary.  In the meantime, do I have your support to commit troops against these Dark Caste bandits, my Khans?”

“AFF!” all five answered in unison.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 28, 2012, 11:52:21 PM
Great writing and as I have always said not using The Watch is a great waste of resources. In my AU Clan Fennec uses The Watch to greater effect than other Clans . We do not use solahma because unless a warrior is dead or crippled so badly that they cannot serve their Clan we use them where ever they can best serve their Clan. Our Fennec Watch has used these aged warriors in our Intelligence gathering and Strike Force against the Dark Caste using Star League era equipment and still in their Star League colors so the Dark Caste will not know who struck at them till we have built sufficent resources to wipe them out once and for all.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 30, 2012, 02:18:00 PM
Clan Central Spaceport, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
December 5, 3040


Nikolai shielded his eyes as he watched the last of the DropShips lift off in a glare that nearly blinded him.  Oh, how he wanted to be leading them, his Scorpions, on this strike against the Dark Caste, but he dare not leave Strana Mechty, not while the Burrock treachery remained unrevealed.  He had not doubt that Randall Posavatz would deal with the bandits; and that appraisal did not even include the Jade Falcon Cluster assigned to the same target.

Yvonne Hazen as well had chosen to remain behind—but she had not dispatched her saKhan from his assigned post of Ironhold.  Instead, she had a chosen a ristar—Star Colonel Timur Malthus—to lead her Turkina Keshik into battle.  The Wolves and the Horses were departing for the second target, as were the Bears and Adders for the third.  His fellow Khans, agreeing that time was of the essence, had dispatched their own command units and sundry other formations directly from Strana Mechty—none had wasted time to divert their normal combat Clusters into the action.

Nikolai looked at Yvonne, and he wondered if the rumors were true that relations between her and Elias Crichell were growing strained.  The Falcon saKhan was closely aligned with the Jaguars, and he was a vocal opponent of Yvonne’s growing alliance with the Scorpions.  He smiled as he thought of the saKhan challenging Yvonne—the upstart was good, but he was no match for Hazen in her prime.  Still that haughty Falcon pride was surely pushing Elias into a confrontation that he must know he could not win—and that worried Nikolai.  He worried because Elias struck him as too . . . Machiavellian and convoluted for the powerful Jade Falcons.  He wasn’t a hunting raptor who soared through the sky, King of all that surveyed; no, Elias Crichell was a weasel who harassed around the edges and gnawed away at his opponents before moving in for the kill.

Yvonne finally turned away her eyes from the now vanished DropShips, as the exhaust of their engines evaporated into the cloudy sky.  And she raised an eyebrow as she saw Nikolai staring at her.

“Something attract your attention, Khan Djerassi?” she asked in amusement.

“My dear Yvonne; you always attract my attention,” Nikolai replied with a slight bow and a smile.

She laughed, and then her laugh turned into a sigh and she looked skyward again.  “I do not care for dispatching my Warriors when I cannot accompany them, Nikolai.  I do not care for it one whit.  I shudder to think of what the Great Father felt seeing his legions thrown against Terra and knowing that he could not be there to share in their hardships.”

“He wrote many passages, Yvonne, about just that.  How he watched the youth of the Star League throw themselves selfishly against Amaris; how they would not allow him to hazard himself until the final moments of the campaign when he led the assault against Unity City and the Usurper.  He spoke thus to General DeChevilier:  ‘General, soldiering has one great trap:  to be a good soldier you must love the army.  To be a good commander, you must be willing to order the death of the thing you love.  We do not fear our own death you and I.  But there comes a time . . . We are never quite prepared for so many to die.  Oh, we do expect the occasional empty chair.  A salute to fallen comrades.  But this war goes on and on and the men die and the price gets ever higher.  We are prepared to lose some of us, but we are never prepared to lose all of us.  And there is the great trap, General.  When you attack, you must hold nothing back.  You must commit yourself totally.  We are adrift in a sea of blood and I want it to end.  I want this to be the final battle.’  Of course, he was quoting a leader of a war nine centuries before his time, but it held true for Him, and it holds true for us, Yvonne.”

“You Scorpions continue to surprise me, Nikolai.  How do you remember such?”

“It is important to remember who and what we are, Yvonne.  Without knowing ourselves, we are not Warriors, we are simply killers.”

The Falcon nodded and she turned on her heel and headed back towards the ground car waiting for the two Khans.  Nikolai followed her.

When the two were seated and the car began to slowly carry them back to their respective halls, Nikolai finally nodded to himself.  “Khan Hazen,” he said, “can you attend a small event at the Trial Grounds this evening?  A believe that I have a gift for you and your gallant Falcons.”

“A Gift, Nikolai?  I adore gifts,” she said as she battered her eyebrows at him, and both Khans chuckled.  “Seriously, I would be honored to attend.”

“Eighteen hundred hours, then?”

“I shall be there.”

“And Yvonne?  Bring your Chief Scientist and your personal Technician.”


Kerensky Trial Ground, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
December 5, 3040


‘There, my Khan,” Nikolai said as he extended his arm.  “There is our gift to you—what do you see, Khan Yvonne Hazen?”

The Falcon snorted.  “It is a Hellbringer, Khan Djerassi.  I have seen . . . a few . . . in my lifetime.”

“Ah,” the Scorpion answered.  “This is no ordinary Hellbringer, Khan Hazen.  What is the greatest weakness of the design?”

She shook her head.  “The armor is too weak.  But to add more armor will reduce the available pod space—and what is an OmniMech with no weapons, Nikolai.”

The Scientist at her side nodded.  “The Hellbringer, Khan Djerassi is a perfect blend of speed and firepower.  There is simply no room to add anything else without raising the cost considerably.”

Nikolai snorted.  “Khan Hazen, your scientist is an idiot.  That Hellbringer carries the exact same pod space as the Hellbringers currently fielded by the Jade Falcons today; yet it also has increased armor protection by 64.8%; a feat that has been accomplished by raising the construction cost by less than 1.9%.  My scientists developed this prototype when they were researching our new Scorpion OmniMechs—to date I have shared it with the Adders and Horse’s.  The Wolves turned us down, without even looking at the improvements.”

Yvonne frowned.  “What have you done?”

“We replaced the original internal skeletal structure with endo-steel, Yvonne.  That saved enough weight to thicken the armor protection to eleven full tons of ferro-fibrous, instead of the eight tons of standard armor the design normally carries.  Although the bulk of the components caused some initial problems, we managed to shift most of that bulk to the left side of our new Hellbringer, allowing for all existing configurations to be replicated exactly.”

The Falcon scientist shook his head.  “He admits it consumes more resources, my Khan.  The Hellbringer is a delicate design that has been tested and tried throughout these past years—Warriors do not realize what compromises must be made in order to provide the finest equipment for the Clans!  It is unbalanced!  It cannot be effective.”

“You are wrong again, Scientist,” Nikolai replied solemnly.  “It was a simple matter to adjust the gyro control program to accommodate the off-center weight.  The OmniMech control computers themselves house a similar adjustment program that compensates for weight changes—it was a matter of simply calibrating the new weight distribution.  This Hellbringer is my gift to you, Khan Hazen; to your Clan I give the schematics so that you might produce more.”

“Why are doing this, Nikolai,” the Falcon asked.

“When we Invade, Yvonne, we must not fight with one hand tied behind our backs.   The Hellbringer brings tremendous firepower to the battlefield—but that matters not if it is disabled or destroyed in the first engagement when you have to fight four or five or six or seven to complete the conquest of a world.  Yes, it consumes more resources:  1.88% more resources.  But answer me this, Khan Hazen:  is it worth this pittance to increase your Clan’s chances of winning a trial?  Is it worth this pittance to avoid having to replace a damaged or destroyed engine?  Or leg?  Or arm?  Or gyro?  Because of the thin armor plating more appropriate for a 40-ton Viper, not a 65-ton heavy line-of-battle OmniMech?”

Nikolai chuckled.  "To put the matter in perspective, Khan Hazen:  that Hellbringer standing on the Trial Grounds moves as fast your own, it has the same engine, the same gyroscope, the same communications systems, and the same fire control systems.  It has identical pod space, and can mount every existing weapons configuration currently available to Clans, with the exact heat dissipation and cooling systems.  The only difference is that instead of carrying the armor of an SLDF Phoenix Hawk it now carries more armor than an SLDF Thunderbolt.   Is that increase in capabilities worth a cost increase of less than 200,000 Kerensky's per unit, Khan Hazen?"

“Vincent, your thoughts?” the Falcon Khan asked her Tech, who shrugged in answer.

“I have pleaded with the Scientists for years to do just this modification, my Khan.  It is always the same answer—keep to my place; they design and I repair . . . and the Warriors fight.”

Yvonne turned her cold blue eyes to the Scientist.  “You still object, Gunthar?”

“The design must be studied, my Khan.  We cannot trust what this Scorpion says without extensive field tests!  Such changes in traditional armaments cannot be simply dictated.”

Yvonne Hazen nodded and she unbuttoned the flap on her holster, pulled out her pistol and fired a single round through the forehead of her Clan’s (former) Chief Scientist.  She turned to his assistant.  “Chief Scientist Maria, can you approve of this change in the Hellbringer chassis for immediate production?” She asked, the smoking pistol pointed at the ground.

“Aff, my Khan,” the terrified Scientist answered.  “We can convert the factories in less than a month’s time.”

“Good.”  She holstered the weapon and turned back to face Nikolai.  “The Falcons thank the Scorpions for their gift—it will be put to good use.  Now, I believe I will take that OmniMech for a test drive.  Vincent, would you fetch my cooling suit?"
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on May 30, 2012, 03:45:47 PM
Nice! Way to work in your Hellbringer AND Clan design doctrine, and then shoot said doctrine in the head! Well done sir!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on May 31, 2012, 01:42:48 AM
Very well done and the former chief scientist was probably one of the society.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 07, 2012, 06:54:11 PM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
December 14, 3040


“Khan Djerassi; you have requested to address the Grand Council before this vote scheduled for today,” the Loremaster of Clan Diamond Shark, Melissa Hawker said after the Khans were seated.

“Aff, Loremaster.  Thank you.  My Khans, it is with much regret that I must ask you—again—to postpone the Go-No Go vote on Revi-. . .”

A thunderous explosion of raised voices drowned out Nikolai’s words as many of the Khans present jumped to their feet and began shouting in a chaotic din that bruised the ears of all present.  Loremaster Hawker pounded her gavel and her voice gradually cut through the cacophony; “Order!  We will have Order!”

Finally, the shouts dwindled away and the Khans sat once more, leaving only Nikolai and one other on his feet.

Khan Leo Showers sneered at Nikolai, as his jaw worked.  “Delay?  No, Scorpion, there will be no more delays.  We are prepared!  We are strong!  Your Silver Sable II has gathered information in such depth that makes Klondike look ill-prepared in comparison.  For what possible reason do you have for asking this Council for such yet again?”

“Treason, Khan Showers, bloody treason on the part of two of the Khans sitting here amongst us today!”  Nikolai answered calmly, and the chamber went absolutely still.  “Before we can undertake this effort to reclaim the Star League as the Great Father intended, we must first set our own house in order, my Khans.  We cannot allow those who plot against us, who betray us, who dishonor the Code which Nicolas Kerensky instruct us to live our lives . . . we cannot allow such dezgra to hold a dagger against our back while our toumans are engaged against the Inner Sphere thousands of light-years away!”

“My Khans, in our preparations for Revival, those of the Watch here in the Homeworlds discovered a plot of heinous proportions.  We have discovered that one of our Clans does not fight the bandits which plague us; one of our Clans does not condemn the Dark Caste to a swift death; no, my Khans, one of the Clans seated here today has made accommodations with the Dark Caste.  They have provided them with supplies, with medicines, with munitions, with intelligence on the state of your toumans and your enclaves, and they have done this . . .” Nikolai paused, and he glared at Khan Henry De Leon and saKhan Paulina Holliday of Clan Burrock, “they have done this in exchange for a share of the stolen spoils that the bandits have taken from you.  They have done this so that they might bypass the Laws of Nicolas Kerensky and use the Dark Caste to further their own ambitions; relying on men and women who reject the Clans in order to build the power of their Clan!”

“My Khans, I name Clan Burrock as this treacherous cancer in our midst!  And I am here today to demand of you that they pay for their crimes!”

“LIES!” thundered Khan De Leon as he surged forward.  “We Burrocks are Crusaders, and we follow the will and law of the Clans!  This . . . this Scorpion lies today, my Khans, he seeks to delay us once again!  To sow discord among us!  I will have your life in a Circle of Equals, Scorpion!”

“Someone is lying, Khan De Leon,” Ulric Kerensky said smoothly as he stood.  “But today, it is not the Scorpion.  My Khans, ten days ago, the Wolves and the Scorpions; the Falcons and the Horses; the Adders and the Bears; each of us dispatched our Keshiks to an uninhabited system designated TZB-427.  There, we discovered two planetary bodies marginally capable of sustaining life—and a Dark Caste enclave upon each.  Today, we have received reports that our Warriors have killed more than two thousand of these bandits—and captured six hundred more for future trial.  We have searched the caves where they hid away, and we have recovered evidence that supports the accusations of the Scorpions.”

Marion Truscott also rose, and he nodded.  “And in orbit of one of those worlds, our Keshiks captured a Clan Burrock Odyssey, manned by Warriors and civilian technicians of Clan Burrock.  On the surface, our Keshiks captured four DropShips in the colors of Clan Burrock, manned by members of their touman.  DropShips filled to the brim with food, medicines, small arms, munitions, and even fifteen old BattleMechs!  While on the tarmac of the same makeshift space-port, crates of stolen goods from all of our Clans waited for the Burrocks to take possession of.  We have interrogated your Warriors, Khans of Clan Burrock; we have interrogated your allies amongst the bandits.  And we will make those interrogations and the evidence they have provided available to any Khan who wishes to view them!”

Paulina Holliday swayed and she nearly fainted, while Henry De Leon only stared at first the Scorpion, then the Wolf, and finally the Adder in shock.

No one in the chamber spoke, until one more voice arose.

Khan Andrew McFadden stood.  “We claim the honor of Absorbing the Burrocks; the Spirits have long contested with this dezgra Clan; we claim the right of being the instrument of their destruction!”

Nikolai clapped, slowly and theatrically.  “Such courage, the Blood Spirits display.  My Khans, were the Burrocks accused of a lesser crime than they are, I would second a call for Absorption.  But they are not, my brothers and sisters of Kerensky.  They have committed TREASON against all of the Clans, against all which Nicolas Kerensky decreed.  You would absorb them?  Take into your own Clan their . . . taint?  No, my Khans, for what the Burrocks have done, there is but one penalty—Annihilation.  They must be destroyed utterly, their civilians sterilized, their possessions melted down into the furnace until they are purged of all the contamination that this act of treachery has infected them with.  All Burrock Warriors must die; their Bloodnames must be destroyed; their genetic legacies must be Annihilated.”

Khan McFadden glared at Nikolai.  “It is our right!  We can purge this from them, and by absorbing them . . .”

“You endanger us all,” Nikolai interrupted.  “They cannot be allowed to survive; their crime is too great to be taken as abtakha.  We all desire the isorla, my Khans.  We desire the opportunity to swell our touman with fresh warriors.  We desire their WarShips, and JumpShips, and DropShips, and OmniMechs, and OmniFighters, and their factories.  But no, the risk is too great.  Their crimes too grave.  Annihilation is the only answer.”

Khan Pavel Kerensky of Clan Coyote stood.  “And do the Scorpions claim the right of Annihilation then?  Khan Djerassi, will you bleed your touman white in such a fight on the very eve of our return to the Inner Sphere?”

“If necessary, yes, the Scorpions will volunteer for such a task.  But perhaps a single Clan does not need to spend their Warriors lives to Annihilate the Burrocks alone.  There are some who will volunteer alongside me to take up that task; a task that is necessary and proper under our laws.  A task that we will share with any Clan who rises to take up the burden.”

One by one, Ulric Kerensky, Yvonne Hazen, Marion Truscott, Amanda Tseng, and Jake Fletcher stood.   Along with Pavel Kerensky, and then Jillian Andrews of the Steel Vipers and Peter McKenna of the Snow Ravens, and Andrea Steiner of the Cloud Cobras, until one by one at last every Khan and saKhan stood, looking down on the shivering, pitiful figures of the Burrock Khans before them.

Nikolai nodded.  “Loremaster, I call for the vote on the Annihilation of Clan Burrock by the combined forces of the loyal Clans of Kerensky.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 08, 2012, 02:26:30 AM
Oh Very well done
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 08, 2012, 04:39:21 AM
Doom is upon them  8)

And an interesting multi Clans coordinated operation that might give them a little more training.
Unless the Burrocks manage to escape to create their own "kingdom" or to warn the Inner Sphere (doubtful).
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 09, 2012, 04:44:41 PM
Kilbourne Heights, Rose Peninsula, Dratha Continent
Dagda, The Pentagon, Clan Homeworlds
December 25, 3040


Nikolai gazed through the binoculars from his perch atop the high ridge overlooking the Rose Peninsula.  The Burrock defenders had pulled back into the port city of Folke—and they were well dug in.

“An Absorption would have been less costly,” his fellow Khan said as Ulric lowered his own binoculars and turned his attention towards Nikolai.  “But you had to drive the Clans into a frenzy over Annihilation, didn’t you?”

“Such language, Khan Kerensky!” Nikolai chided with a chuckle as he lowered the viewing glasses.  “In fact, I tried my best to whip the Clans into a feeding frenzy for this occasion—and I wasn’t entirely successfully.  You will note that, upon the insistence of the Spirits, the Adders, and the Jaguars, Burrock equipment—properly cleansed of their warriors taint, of course—is allowed to be captured as isorla.  Along with their industry.”  Nikolai laughed.  “Assuming that their industry survives this Trial, that is.”

“So far, Khan Djerassi, the Scorpions are the only Clan to profit from that.  If I am not mistaken, you seized two Burrock WarShips on the same day as the vote—in a surprise Elemental assault while they were docked at the Dagda Zenith station.  An assault without a batchall.”

“Ulric, Ulric, Ulric . . . a Trial of Annihilation has been declared by the Grand Council.  All Burrock assets are now legitimate targets to any of us—and a dezgra, corrupt Clan as they deserve no batchall.”

“I agree . . . but it was odd that your troops were already on the station, just waiting for a transmission that you knew would arrive.  The Burrock crews had no idea that a Trial of Annihilation had been declared—until your Elementals gunned them down where they stood and took their ships.”

Nikolai smiled at Ulric as he turned slightly to face him.  “I believe that you want to ask me a question, Ulric—why did I press so hard for this Annihilation?  Quiaff?”

“Aff.  I believe that I deserve an answer, Nikolai.”

The Scorpion extended his hand towards the three Clusters of Burrocks manning the defenses of Folke far, far below.  “I care not one whit for the Burrocks, Ulric Kerensky.  Yes, they committed crimes against the Clans for which they deserve so richly this Annihilation.  But their main purpose now is to teach the rest of our Clans the true meaning of war.  We have forgotten what it is like to wage war, Khan Kerensky.  But now we will see the true horrors; the Burrocks will not hold back in trying to save their own lives—which can only be accomplished by killing all of the rest of us.”  Nikolai’s mouth twisted.  “Or by making this War of Annihilation so costly that we give up and leave them alone.  Not that I think our fellow Clans will do that; not yet.  They believe they are invincible and they have fire in their bellies, Ulric Kerensky, Khan of the Wolves.  Let them experience the trials and tribulations of real war, at its worst, before we commit to Revival.”

“This is all just a training exercise to you?” The Wolf spat.  “Warriors, our warriors, will spill their blood down there and it will not just stop at the Burrock Warrior Caste, Khan Djerassi.  They have armed their civilians; that entire city is filled with partisans and insurgents.”

“As it will be in the Inner Sphere, Khan Kerensky; it is for the best if our Warriors learn here, learn now, what the future holds for them.  Those who shed their blood for their Clan today—Scorpion, Wolf, or Burrock—do not do so in vain.  Yes, Ulric.  This is a training exercise, one on a grand scale.  And it will have lessons that all of our Clans must learn from and adapt to—else Revival will be doomed from the very start.”

Nikolai raised the glasses again.  “I make out the insignia of four separate units:  their Gamma Galaxy Command Trinary, the 8th Battle Cluster, the 78th Burrock Guards, and . . .”

Ulric snorted.  “Their 82nd Burrock Guards.  You should have your eyes checked, Nikolai.”

“Thank you.  My officers reported that at least half of the Dagda garrison withdrew before the two of us arrived, Ulric; probably to reinforce Albion.  That fight will prove a blood-bath and I am not sad that my Clan does not have an enclave there.”

“So how would you suggest that we proceed, Khan Djerassi?”

Nikolai grinned.  “First of all, Khan Kerensky, we should offer them terms of surrender.”

“Terms of surrender?” Ulric looked at the Scorpion as if he were mad.  “This is a Trial of Annihilation, Nikolai!”

“And even so, we are the Clans.  We will abide by our own laws and customs, Ulric.  We will parley with them under a flag of truce and ask them to lay down their arms and accept the ruling of the Grand Council.  They will, of course, refuse.  But we will have made the attempt.  That is what is important here.”

Ulric stared at his fellow Khan.  “Our etiquette is important, quineg?”

Nikolai shook his head.  “Not our etiquette, Khan Kerensky; it is our devotion to our own laws and customs which is important.  If we, even amidst the horrors of total war allow ourselves to forget that, we become no better than the worst bandit.  We lose our honor, and our sense of conscience, Ulric.  And if we travel down that road, we will fall into madness and ruin.”

******************************************************************

Three hours later, Nikolai and Ulric emerged from a ground car near a small Burrock APC on the outskirts of Folke—beyond weapons range, but still within line of sight to the city and its defenders.  A single Burrock Galaxy Commander awaited them.

“I am Matt Hutchinson, commander of the Burrock Gamma Galaxy.  You requested this parley, gentlemen; for what reason?”

“I, Nikolai Djerassi, Khan of Clan Goliath Scorpion, in conjunction with Khan Ulric Kerensky of Clan Wolf, ask that your Warriors lay down their arms and surrender in accordance with the Grand Council ruling of Annihilation.  I give you my word, their deaths will be quick and painless.  Your civilian castes will be treated with dignity and will suffer no harm other than sterilization.  Your city will remain intact.”

“I cannot do that, Khan Djerassi.  My Khan has ordered that we extract a heavy toll in Scorpion and Wolf blood over this Annihilation—and I intend to do just that.”

Nikolai nodded.  “Then know this, Galaxy Commander Hutchinson; any civilian caught bearing arms will be subject to summary execution.  The collateral damage to your civilian castes—of all ages—will not give us pause.  We will burn Folke to the ground and remove it from our histories.  Meet us in open and honorable combat, outside of your fortifications; and none of this will come to pass.”

“Neg, Khan Djerassi.  If you want the Burrocks dead, you will have to pry us from our chosen ground.  The blood of these innocents will be on your hands.”

“Bargained well and done, Galaxy Commander Hutchinson.  I will give you, your Warriors, and your civilians two hours to make their peace with what is to come—and then there shall be no quarter.  Our attack will begin at noon.  Merry Christmas, Galaxy Commander.”

Nikolai turned and he returned to the scout car, trailed by Ulric Kerensky, as Hutchinson too boarded his APC.
 
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 09, 2012, 06:09:56 PM
Some thoughts on the Scorpion touman.

In the decade since Khan Kirov began his reorganization of the Clan, the Scorpion’s touman has expanded and adopted a new organizational scheme.  There are now just three types of Scorpion Clusters:  Cuirassier (assault, heavy, and medium ‘Mechs), Dragoons (heavy, medium, and light ‘Mechs), and Hussars (medium and light ‘Mechs).  Each consists of six (6) Trinary formations, arranged as shown below:

Command Trinary:  12 ‘Mechs, 10 Elementals, 2 Aerospace Fighters.
1st Assault Trinary:  10 ‘Mechs; 25 Elementals
2nd Assault Trinary:  10 ‘Mechs; 25 Elementals
Battle Trinary:  5 ‘Mechs; 25 Elementals; 10 Aerospace Fighters
Striker Trinary:  10 ‘Mechs; 10 Aerospace Fighters
Reserve Trinary:  50 Elementals; 10 Aerospace Fighters

This gives the total (book) strength of a Cluster 47 ‘Mechs, 135 Elementals, and 32 Aerospace Fighters, transported by two Odyssey-class JumpShips, six Scorpion-class DropShips, and supported by one Death Dancer-class Assault DropShip, and one Auroch-class Cargo/Repair DropShip (with one of its cargo hold converted into a repair facility).

You will notice that there has been a renumbering of certain Clusters.  Khan Kirov decreed that each Cluster number (i.e. 24th Scorpion Cuirassier, 1st Scorpion Dragoon, etc.) would not be duplicated.  This caused certain units to be renumbered.  Also, the Uhlan and Grenadier Clusters have been converted into one of the three standard formations.

Total Strength as of January 1, 3041, at 100% of book value (which almost NO unit, especially in the wake of the Burrock Annihilation will be), is as follows:  1,363 ‘Mechs, 4,915 Elementals, 1,228 Aerospace Fighters, 24 WarShips, 70 Odyssey-class JumpShips, and 423 DropShips. These numbers include 1,000 Marine Elementals, 300 Aerospace Fighters, 45 Assault DropShips, and 92 Cargo DropShips assigned to the Clan’s WarShips (each Potemkin normally carries 2 Death Dancers and 23 other DropShips).

This does not include the Scorpion Merchant Fleet, which consists of ninety Odyssey-class JumpShips (a third of which is in mothballs).

Scorpion Table of Organization and Equipment (3041)

Knife Dance Keshik (Scorpion’s Destiny) (Elite)

Alpha Galaxy (The Rock Minders)
24th Scorpion Cuirassier (The Khan's Own) (Elite)
25th Scorpion Cuirassier (The Scorpions of the Veil) (Elite)
8th Scorpion Dragoons (The Whip-Tail Brigade) (Elite)
14th Scorpion Hussars (Swift Retribution) (Elite)

Beta Galaxy (Sand Runners)
21st Scorpion Cuirassiers (Black Sun) (Elite)
23rd Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Ironshell Irregulars) (Elite)
1st Scorpion Dragoon Cluster (Heartvenom) (Elite)
6th Scorpion Hussars (Desert Wind) (Elite)

Gamma Galaxy (The Cave Dwellers)*
3rd Scorpion Cuirassiers (Kerensky's Covenant) (Veteran)*
17th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Golden Horde) (Regular)*
16th Scorpion Dragoons (The Gate Crashers) (Regular)*
9th Scorpion Hussars (The Crimson Legion) (Regular)*

Delta Galaxy (Swift Strikers)
20th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Scorpion Ascendant) (Veteran)
26th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Dark Sting) (Veteran)
7th Scorpion Dragoons (The Din of Battle) (Veteran)
22nd Scorpion Hussars (Eye of the Storm) (Veteran)

Epsilon Galaxy (Nightcrawlers)
18th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Khan's Castle) (Veteran)
28th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Death Stalkers) (Veteran)
10th Scorpion Dragoons (Poisoned Gambit) (Veteran)
19th Scorpion Hussars (Untamed Will) (Veteran)

Zeta Galaxy (Sting of the Sun)*
4th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Adamantine Hearts) (Regular)*
15th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Burning Sting) (Green)*
5th Scorpion Dragoons (Forked Ambition) (Regular)*
2nd Scorpion Hussars (Blinding Stare) (Regular)*

Eta Galaxy (Protectors of the Nest)*
12th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Highwaymen) (Regular)*
27th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Obsidian Claws) (Green)*
11th Scorpion Dragoons (The Devil's Tail) (Regular)*
26th Scorpion Hussars (The Fire Scorpions) (Regular)*

Elite:  9
Veteran:  9
Regular:  9
Green:  2
Total:  29 clusters
Second-line Galaxies and Clusters are designated by an asterisk (*).  Gamma Galaxy is assigned to Roche; Zeta to Tokasha; Eta to Dagda; Epsilon (a front-line Galaxy) to Marshall, and Delta (another front-line unit) to Strana Mechty.  This leaves Alpha and Beta Galaxies free to conduct Trials and respond to other Clans, while keeping a strong defense in place against the aggression of others.

Clan Naval Reserve (22 ships)

Clan Flagship
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Serket)

Scorpion’s Destiny Naval Star
McKenna-class BB (Lei Kung); Aegis-class CA (Corona Austrina); Congress-class FF (Bernlad); Lola III-class (Auriga)

Striking Claw Naval Star
McKenna-class BB (Requiem); Aegis-class CA (Corona Borealis); Congress-class FF (Garlon); Lola III-class (Sagitta)

Burning Sting Naval Star
Cameron-class BC (Hephaestus); Aegis-class CA (Coma Bernices, formerly CJFS Blue Talon); Congress-class FF (Fornax, formerly CJFS Green Lantern); Lola III-class DD (Scorpius, formerly CBS Cameron's Flame)

Fire Wheel Naval Star
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Enceladus; Epimetheus), Essex-class DD (Aquila, formerly CBS Eagle)

Wild Hunt Naval Star
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Karttikeya; Prometheus); Essex-class DD (Orpheus)

Far Seeker Naval Star
Jenna Scott-class Surveillance Vessels (Naomi Djerassi; Cyrus Elam; Jenna Scott)

Fleet Train
12 x Odyssey-class Jump Ships

In addition, in 3039, Khan Djerassi requested that the Scorpions be allowed to refit and return to service two Naga-class DD mothballed in the Clan Naval Caches.  However, intense pressure from Clan Snow Raven has so far prevented this.  If these ships are removed, refitted, and returned to service, they will be assigned one each to the Fire Wheel and Wild Hunt Naval Stars.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 09, 2012, 10:44:28 PM
Kilbourne Heights, Rose Peninsula, Dratha Continent
Dagda, The Pentagon, Clan Homeworlds
December 25, 3040


Nikolai watched without any expression on his face as the clock on the field desk ticked closer and closer to noon.  He did not watch the clock; his gaze was directed on the distant city far, far below, and Ulric Kerensky shook his head.

“Shouldn’t we be moving out, Khan Djerassi?  You have nothing in range to attack with just . . . seventeen seconds remaining to your deadline, after all?” he asked with a slight smirk.  It was good to see that the Scorpion had not arranged things precisely this time around, he thought.

Nikolai did not answer . . . he only watched the distant city with his hands folded behind his back.

The Wolf Khan shrugged as the seconds slowly ticked away and then, in the distance, Ulric heard the faint scream of aerospace fighter engines in the atmosphere.  The scream rapidly crescendoed in volume, and Ulric glanced skyward and he blanched at the sight.  More than four hundred Scorpion fighters tore past high overhead, far above the reach of AA weapons, and precisely as the clock ticked over to show 12:00:00, the first bombs exploded just within the perimeter of the Burrocks below.

“Eta move out and secure a breach in their perimeter—Alpha and Beta follow and exploit.  Reserve Artillery Trinarys, begin your bombardment in fifteen seconds from . . . MARK!” Nikolai barked into the radio he held.

“You are committing three Galaxies?  In addition to this . . . atrocity of an aerial bombardment?” Ulric gasped, as fasting moving Scorpion ‘Mechs appeared on the plains below, moving at flank speeds to reach the Burrock perimeter still reeling under a curtain of explosions.

“As you yourself said, Khan Kerensky . . . this is a Trial of Annihilation.  I offered the Burrock commander the means to end this as honorably as possible.  He refused.  And I fully accept the consequences of this, Wolf.  This is what war is, after all.”

The last of the aerospace fighters had now passed by, each laden with—at a minimum—five tons of bombs.  Some carried as much as fifteen.  And as the final high altitude flight streaked pass, releasing their gifts of death and destruction, forty-five Artillery BattleMechs in the rear began to fire salvo after salvo of artillery rockets.  Twenty salvoes in all streaked out in a curtain of steel rain that detonated in massive blooms or debris, flame, and smoke on the forward Burrock positions as the second-line Warriors of Eta Galaxy closed the distance.

The final salvo went home just scant seconds before the Scorpions Warriors tore into the stunned and stumbling defenders, ripping a gap in their lines over a kilometer in length.  And through that breach poured the fresh OmniMechs—the elite OmniMechs—of Alpha and Beta Galaxy; their advance having been shielded by the Warriors of Eta Galaxy and the shock and awe of the bombardment.

“Reserve Artillery Trinarys reload and prepare to provide fire support on call,” Nikolai said into the radio.  He took his eyes from the burning city below and turned to face Ulric.  “Unless your Wolves prefer to observe, Ulric, I would suggest that you order them into the fray,” and he passed the radio phone to the Wolf Khan with an absolutely emotionless face.  "Although there is little enough honor to found in exterminating these vermin, let no one say that today the Scorpion and the Wolf alike did not do their duty."
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 10, 2012, 12:54:44 AM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
July 2, 3041


“And I say the Scorpions deliberately violated the Martial Code of Kerensky in their assault against the Burrocks on Dagda!” Norman Rood shouted out immediately after Loremaster Hawker announced an official end of the Burrock Annihilation War.  “They used artillery; they used bombs; they attacked en masse; and they showed no concern for collateral damage!  My Khans, today is the day that the Scorpions will finally face justice in this sacred hall!”

Nikolai stood.  “Come now, Khan Rood,” he said lightly.  “You left many things from your litany:  Clan Goliath Scorpion and Clan Wolf accomplished the Annihilation of Clan Burrock on Dagda on the twenty-third day of January, of this year.  Less than one standard month of combat operations, my Khans; and the majority of that was running down insurgent and partisan civilians.  The Battle of Folke ended in three days of fighting with the complete Annihilation of all members of the Burrock military caste on Dagda.”

The Scorpion descended from his third-tier seat to the well of the Hall and he turned to face all of his fellows.  “In comparison, it took almost six months for this Grand Council to declare combat operations on Albion at an end—and that discounts that there are still daily attacks by militant members of the civilian castes that once belonged to Clan Burrock.  I need remind no Khan here that this Council of Khans declared the Burrocks as dezgra and criminals, leading to their Annihilation.  I need remind none of you of the type of war that the Burrocks engaged in from the start.”

“They hid behind civilians,” Nikolai said quietly.  “They refused to fight us in the open and forced our Clans to hunt them down amongst the urban sprawl they had created.  They opened their Caches and they gave weapons to every civilian who could carry them, and the most cunning and effective of their civilians did not fight honorably—they planted hidden bombs capable of tearing the legs off a Dire Wolf and gutting a heavy tank!  They used napalm and inferno gel like common bandits to burn our Warriors alive.  On Paxon, and on Hoard, and on Priori, and on Albion, the Burrocks—one Clan, my Khan—tied us down for months with their dezgra tactics!”

“We all suffered losses during this War, but I will add this:  between Clan Goliath Scorpion and Clan Wolf, we suffered a grand total of two hundred and forty-seven dead Warriors with an additional five hundred injured over the entire course of the Second Dagda Campaign.  The city fighting in Folke was the source of most of those casualties . . . but what of your losses?”

Nikolai looked out over the assembled Khans.  “Khan Truscott, you lost two full Clusters to a single ambush on Albion!  No survivors.  Khan Showers, the Mistweavers of your Beta Galaxy had to rotate off-world when they reported thirty percent killed in action to this Council; my reports indicate it was closer to fifty percent!  They rotated out thirty days into the campaign, my Khans!  You all have similar losses to your toumans, and each of you know it.”

“And why did we suffer those losses?  Because many of you, even though we were fighting an opponent declared as dezgra by this very council chose to engage the Burrocks with zellbrigen remaining in full force.  At first, that is.  For each of you gradually overcame that, and you adapted your tactics.  You used massed aerospace fighter attacks, as did the Scorpions.  You used artillery barrages, as did the Scorpions.  You did no longer grant your foe the honor of zellbrigen, as did the Scorpions!  You massed your forces and you overwhelmed your enemy, as did the Scorpions!”

“The only difference, my Khans is that we Scorpions did so from the start!  And because we did, our losses were far fewer; our objectives were taken faster, less resources were laid to waste.  Khan Rood calls for Justice to be mete out here today, and I second that call, my Khans!  Let us realize what we have learned about fighting a real war and how it differs from our normal set-piece Trials with all of their rules and rituals.  By all means, let us seek Justice, my Khans!  But let us seek Justice for the Warriors who pay for our mistakes with their lives!”

Murmurs of whispers carried through the Hall as Nikolai climbed the steps and sat once more; and then Norman Rood stood again.  “The difference, Khan Djerassi, is that we attempted to fight in an honorable fashion until our opponents proved they were unworthy.  You did not wait.”

Ulric Kerensky winced and he stood to face Norman Rood.  “Khan Rood, you are mistaken.  Khan Djerassi gave the Burrocks an honorable way to avoid the fate they suffered—he called upon them to lay down their arms and surrender, and the city would have been spared.   The Burrocks refused.  He called upon them to meet our forces in open battle, without their fortifications and civilian auxiliary.  The Burrocks refused again.  He gave them two chances to behave in an honorable fashion—chances that the Burrocks chose to ignore.”

The Wolf Khan shook his head, carefully considering his words.  “While I cannot, and will not condone, the actions ordered by the Khan of the Scorpions, I agree with him that the measures he took to quickly end our campaign on Dagda spared the lives of many of my Warriors.  Should he have waited until one or two or three Clusters had been bled white before he resorted to such tactics?  Perhaps, but we did declare the Burrocks dezgra.  And his tactics, while repulsive on their face, are certainly allowed against bandits.  And I will mention this:  that while he decided to employ aerial bombardment and artillery strikes, he did not resort to orbital bombardment from WarShips, as the Hellions were forced to resort to on Priori in order to claim victory.”

“That was after they assassinated my saKhan!” Norman Rood screamed, as two more Khans restrained him.  “I turned that city into a pyre fit for Khan, after the Burrocks used a sniper to shoot him off the battlefield!”

“And yet, you consider that action, while provoked, to be less against the Will of Kerensky than what the Scorpions did on Dagda, Khan Rood?” Ulric continued calmly.  “My Khans, we have much to absorb from this Annihilation War . . . I suggest that the Council postpone further debate on Revival until we are all able to bring our toumans back to full strength.”

Khan Amanda Tseng shook her head sadly.  “I concur with the Wolf.  We must, for the moment, rebuild our strength—and study these actions in detail.  Can we presume that those in the Inner Sphere will not fight as fanatically in defense of their homes and their realms, after all?”

“They have lesser weapons, Khan Tseng,” Leo Showers said glumly, but he held up a placating hand.  “Still, your point is taken.  We need time to rebuild, and to integrate what little isorla we captured into our own ranks—and the former Burrock civilians on Albion need to be quashed.”

“Very well,” said the Loremaster and she slammed down her gavel.  “We will reconvene six months from this day to discuss the vote on Operation Revival.  We are adjourned.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 10, 2012, 09:57:40 AM
Khan Rood need's to see a shrink. Also I concur with Khan Djerassi this is total war his actions were honorable and completely necessary . The Wolves were going duh when action were called for.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 10, 2012, 08:16:02 PM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
June 6, 3042


“The Khans of the Clans of Kerensky, having voted in unanimity  . . .” Melissa Hawker had to stop and get her breathing under control before she could continue.  “I hereby declare that Operation Revival is authorized!  The word GO has been spoken for the Invasion of the Inner Sphere!”

Uncharacteristically for the Clans, the emotion of the moment was far above what these assembled men and women normally allowed themselves to show.  The Ghost Bear Khan was weeping—weeping—in joy, and on this occasion, even the Jaguar and Raven Khans clasped their forearms as brother Warriors, not as the heads of rival Clans.  Mark Steiner, the saKhan of the Cloud Cobras was on his knees and he crossed himself in the symbol of his faith, his head lowered in prayer.  The Khans of Clan Nova Cat danced, and even Nikolai felt his heart lurch as those long-awaited—half-dreaded—words were finally spoken.

It took the Khans twenty minutes to pull themselves back from that emotional high and finally, an elated Melissa Hawker gaveled the assembly to order.  “My Khans, I summon Khan Nikolai Djerassi of Clan Goliath Scorpion and Khan Marion Truscott of Clan Star Adder to brief us on the details of Operation Revival.”

The two Khans stood and made their way to the well, where they halted and then turned to face the assembled Khans of the Clans.

“It has been a long road, my Khans,” Nikolai said, “but soon enough our Warriors will begin liberating the Inner Sphere.  There remains only a single task which must be performed before the Invasion itself can be launched.”

Nikolai lifted a remote and the lights of the Hall dimmed and a holographic projection sprang into existence from a projector built into the floor.  The projection showed the outer edge of the near Periphery, and a small collection of systems united together.

“These are the Chainelane Isles, my Khans.”

Rumbles of laughter rose up from the Smoke Jaguar Khan.  “You are not suggesting that we whet our claws on Chainelane, quineg?  Sibkin could put more of a defense!”

“Neg, Khan Showers,” Nikolai answered with bow.  “Chainelane poses no military threat to the invasion.  But they are key to the Invasion’s success!”

“Explain yourself, Scorpion,” growled the Jaguar.

“My Khans, when we launch Revival our fighting toumans will be six months journey from the Homeworlds.  From our factories that produce spare parts, OmniMechs, aerospace fighters, munitions; six months from the farms which produce our food.  We will have to bring everything we require with us—and we must predict a half-year in advance exactly what parts and supplies we will need!  We all know from the War of Burrock Annihilation how even here, amidst our homes, we suffered problems with our logistical supply lines in supporting such an intensive operation.”

Nikolai put his arms behind his back and he paced forward.  “Those problems will be magnified a hundred-fold in Revival, my Khans.”

Marion Truscott stepped up and he nodded in agreement.  “We propose that the Grand Council authorize an immediate Expeditionary Force from our Clans to set forth at once and seize the Isles, my Khans!  Among their number, this Expedition will include tens of thousands of Scientists, Merchants, Technicians, and Laborers, and will bear with them pre-fabricated factories AND orbital manufacturing stations which they will establish upon these worlds.”

“There are ten worlds in the Isles,” Nikolai continued.  “With perhaps a single Brigade of troops—conventional infantry and armor for the most part, with perhaps two Companies of BattleMechs in support—to defend them.  Seizing them will be child’s play.  Once they are taken, we will indoctrinate these outsiders into the Ways of the Clans—we will use the Chainelane Isles to learn the best methods for doing so—and we will transform this minor Periphery State from a back-water of desolation into our depot worlds!”

“My Khans!” Nikolai thundered.  “Our supplies will not have to be transported from the Homeworlds tying up a majority of our merchant fleets.  NO!  Our munitions, our spare parts, replacement OmniMechs, aerospace fighters, combat vehicles, Elemental battle armor, even DropShips and JumpShips will be manufactured here!  In these blessed Isles that lie just weeks from your fighting toumans during the Invasion.  And along with those factories, those mines, those orbital manufacturing centers, those shipyards in orbit, the fuel processing facilities, we will warehouse millions of tons of war material to ensure that our toumans have all that they need to make Revival a success!”

Khan Raymond Tanaga stood.  “This will require time, Khan Djerassi; Khan Truscott.  A year, perhaps even two to bring those pre-fabricated facilities on-line.  How can we tell our Warriors to delay in sight of the very rim of the Inner Sphere?”

“Yes,” Khan Showers said as he stood.  “They will strain at the leash, my Khans.  I agree that these depots must be built—but build them as we drive for Terra!  Lest our Warriors take it upon themselves to show you the right!”

Nikolai smiled.  “Khan Showers, my old friend, are you suggesting that the Jaguar leadership has somehow lost control of its own Warriors?  That you are unable to make them obey your commands?”

Not a breath was drawn and silence grew across the Hall as the Jaguar and Scorpion glared at each other.  “My Warriors will obey my orders, Scorpion—will yours?”

“Aff.  And so long as we, the Khans, hold firm, there will be no Warriors leaping forward to ‘show us the right’.  We will need the Isles to serve as our depot, and I would request that the Khans confirm this step in our plans.”  Nikolai paused and then Marion cleared his throat.  “In addition, we ask that the Ravens be allowed to remove the two Newgrange yard-ships from the Clan caches and restore them to service; once they are fit for duty, we ask the Grand Council that these yard-ships be stationed in the Isles to service any damaged JumpShips or WarShips during the Invasion.”

Peter McKenna stared at the two standing in the well for several moments before he blinked and then stood.  “We can restore those ships in six months, my Khans.  Less would take a miracle.”

Nikolai nodded.  “That is sufficient, Khan McKenna.”

“If there is no more debate,” started Melissa Hawker, “then perh- . . .”

“Wait!” shouted Stephen Devalis, saKhan of Clan Nova Cat.  “Before we decide upon this, we must first have an ilKhan.  I call for the election of an ilKhan to lead the Warriors of Kerensky!”

Approving mutters whispered across the well and seeing how the Khans were reacting, Nikolai nodded as well.  “I second the motion, Loremaster.  Perhaps if we might have a recess to confer with each other, then we can reconvene to vote on the election of an ilKhan and to approve the Chainelane Expedition.”

“Without objection,” the Diamond Shark Loremaster proclaimed; and before any Khan could object, she slammed the gavel, “so ordered!  We stand in recess until 1000 hours tomorrow morning.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 10, 2012, 08:21:32 PM
We don't have an actual map of the Chainelane Isles . . . so I made one!  It isn't canon, but we know that there are 7+ worlds in the Isle; so I decided on 10.  Anyway, here they are.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 10, 2012, 09:02:57 PM
Canon Chainlaine attached from JH:FR.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 10, 2012, 09:14:17 PM
Canon Chainlaine attached from JH:FR.

Well that's what I get for not buying and reading EVERYTHING.  At least I got the number of systems right!  LOL  Thanks, Blacknova.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 10, 2012, 11:04:56 PM
Hall of the Goliath Scorpion, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
June 6, 3042


Amanda Tseng sighed as sank into one of the overstuffed chairs surrounded the crackling fireplace.  “It is, upon occasion, good to be feted by such an unrepentant hedonist, Nikolai,” she said as she swirled her brandy gently.  A statement which caused the Scorpion’s other four guests to chuckle.

Jake Fletcher, Marion Truscott, Ulric Kerensky, and Yvonne Hazen each had a seat for themselves, with Nikolai in the final one.  He raised his own glass in salute to the Ghost Bear, and softly said, “To our fallen brothers and sisters,” before the others responded with “Seyla!” and each took a sip.

“The excellence of the dinner aside—and the delight of the company—I think we now have business to discuss,” the Khan of Hell’s Horses said as he sat down his snifter.  He did take up one of the hand-rolled cigars from Nikolai’s humidor, which he placed within his mouth and brought to life from a glowing ember he extracted from the fire.

Ulric waved away the smoke and scowled at the Horse in distaste, but he nodded his head.  “The Wardens—most of the Wardens,” he corrected as he stared at Nikolai, “have pledged to nominate and support me as ilKhan.  Your fellow Crusaders—with your own saKhan leading the charge, Yvonne—are squarely behind Leo Showers.  Showers will be a . . . disaster,” Ulric said as he shook his head, “if elected.  The man has no strategic sensibilities at all.”

“And you cannot secure enough votes to win, Ulric,” Nikolai said.  “Even if I and every Khan in this room supported you, you would need two more votes just to tie the Jaguar.  We need another candidate.”

Ulric snorted.  “You?”

“No,” Nikolai answered.  “I have angered too many Khans over the years—the Wardens and some Crusaders might support me, but not the majority.  Nor, I am sad to say, will they cast their ballot for Marion—although his work on Revival has convinced me that he would make an outstanding ilKhan.  Your Adders are just too conservative in battle, my friend; the Crusaders fear that you would hobble them as much as Ulric there.”

“I take no offense, Nikolai,” the Adder said.  “And I agree—I cannot gain the votes.  Nor can Jake, despite his skill, or Amanda.”  Marion Truscott’s voice trailed off and now everyone was staring at Yvonne Hazen—except Ulric Kerensky who just kept glaring at Nikolai.

“You cannot be serious!” the Falcon Khan exclaimed.  “I am the oldest of the Khans; my saKhan disagrees with me on most issues; I do not want the damn job!”

“Since when has what we wanted actually meant anything, Khan Hazen?” asked Nikolai.  “We have our duty—Ulric has not the votes to win and Showers does.  But, if Showers wins, he will rush; he will throw your Clan into the fire without support, without the supplies you need, he will be the disaster that Ulric claims in truth.  For all our Clans, Yvonne.”

“But you,” Nikolai continued in that soft voice.  “You are a Khan of the Jade Falcons; a Crusader whose honors in battle surpass that of the Jaguar.  If you are on the ballot, Ulric and I can convince a number of Wardens to throw their support to you—rather than see a brutal Smoke Jaguar put in command of us all.  And the Crusaders—many of them—will flock to you, Yvonne.  For they well know your cunning, your intelligence, your skill in a cockpit of an OmniMech.  Our lives have never been about want; they have all revolved around our duty.  And ilKhan Yvonne Hazen, tonight that duty calls you for one final campaign.”

Amanda Tseng nodded, and she whispered, “Seyla.”

One by one, the rest of the fireside council, as the six Khans had named these meetings, nodded in agreement until Yvonne at last surrendered and added her own.  And then she laughed.  “Elias Crichell will be torn between fury at my interference with his campaign to get Showers elected and the joy over his possibility of becoming the Khan of the Falcons in my stead.  He will not like the Turkina Keshik being removed the Falcon touman, however.”

“Perhaps we can avoid that, Yvonne,” Marion Truscott said with slight smile.

“How?  Are you suggesting that the ilKhan have no escort?”

“Neg.  We intend—after your election—to propose that every Clan gift our new ilKhan with a Star of Warriors to be added to the Ebon Keshik.  Sixteen stars of Warriors, Yvonne, to add to the three already assigned.”

Nikolai nodded in agreement.  “And not just Elementals, Khan Hazen.  We are calling for a balanced contribution of volunteers—OmniMechs, OmniFighters, combat vehicles, and Elementals.  Enough to expand the Ebon Keshik to a reinforced Cluster of six Trinary formations and a Star of the ilKhan’s Guard.  The Ebon Keshik Cluster will accompany you into the Inner Sphere.”

“What of their duties here?”

“We will make a second call for an expansion of the Katyusha Keshik by the same amount—ninteen Stars for them as well.  They will assume the duties of the Ebon Keshik here on Strana Mechty—and aboard the Prinz Eugen—in the absence of the ilKhan gone to lead the Invasion.”

“Warriors from every Clan—how will they not hold their Clan first?”

“We will select only the finest of volunteers—Warriors who are willing to put their Clan behind them to serve their ilKhan, Yvonne,” Jake Fletcher added.  “No Khan will want to be seen as sending the ilKhan second-rate Warriors, and you can always reject the ones they send and demand others.  That is a prerogative of the ilKhan, I believe.”

Yvonne nodded her head, and she slowly smiled.  “Why yes, Jake, I believe that it is.  I will have to dig through the archives and find those powers given to the ilKhan . . .” she stopped and began to laugh as Nikolai, Jake,  and Marion extended datapads with the information already downloaded.

Then her laugh came to an end.  “Understand this . . . I will be no puppet and I will tolerate no insubordination.”

Ulric laughed.  “Yvonne, although surprised at the turn of events tonight, I believe that I can safely say you will never be a puppet.  And I pity the Warrior or Khan who shows his insolence to you.”

“In that case, my Khans, your ilKhan demands another round of desert.  That cake was positively divine, Nikolai!”

And all six Khans laughed.

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 10, 2012, 11:05:36 PM
All good, I'm one of those wierd people that go straight for the maps.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 11, 2012, 03:45:59 PM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
June 7, 3042


The last of the Khans slowly made their way to their seats as Loremaster Hawker emerged on the dais.  There was an . . . electricity in the room, a  palatable sense of elation and confidence among the thirty-two surviving Khans of the Clans of Kerensky.  Today, for the first time in ninety-four years, an ilKhan would be elected to lead the Combined Clans to Glory.  Even those of the most ardent Warden Clan could taste the emotions running high.

The final Khan sat and Loremaster Hawker nodded.  “I open the floor for nominations to the office of ilKhan,” she said simply.  Elias Crichell began to stand, but then she continued speaking.  “Khan Jake Fletcher of Hell’s Horses, the floor is yours.”

The saKhan of the Jade Falcons glared at the Shark Loremaster, but she ignored him, and Crichell sat as the Horse Khan stood.  “It has been almost ninety-four years to the day since Tobias Khatib was stripped of his title and executed for his crimes.  Throughout the century since, we have held the office of ilKhan as vacant . . . until now.  Now comes the time when we are preparing to unleash our might and restore that which has fallen.  The Star League of our Great Father, Aleksandyr Kerensky is on the verge of being renewed from the ashes, like the Phoenix of old.”

“And so it is that in this time, we require one leader from the Khans, one voice with which to direct our efforts.  We need an ilKhan.  I submit to you, trothkin, there is but one among us who has earned the right to this high office.  Who possesses the character and the intelligence and the skill as a Warrior to lead us into Victory.  There is one Khan seated here today, who can unite our Clans into an unstoppable juggernaut that will not pause until we have Liberated all of Humanity from their Oppressors!”

“That Khan, our future ilKhan, sits here among us today, trothkin,” Jake lowered his voice to a whisper, and he turned to face the Khan of the Smoke Jaguars, who smiled at his fellow Crusader.  Jake smiled back in reply.  “She has proven her worth in a hundred battles.  She has earned the most prestigious Blood Name of her Clan.  She has given to all of us her counsel through the years and though she is a Crusader, she does not ignore the Warden Clans among us.  She listens and she debates and she fights as the purest vision of a true Khan of Nicolas Kerensky’s vision.”

Leo Showers smile began to fade at the word she, and as Jake Fletcher continued, his face began to flush with a hot rage.

“Trothkin,” the Horses Khan finished, “I place before you in nomination for this high office, the name of Yvonne Hazen, the Khan of Clan Jade Falcon.”  And then he sat, as frenzied whispers began to circle the chamber.  Elias Crichell looked stunned and his mouth gaped open as he simply stared at his Khan, as Melissa Hawker banged her gavel.

“Khan Ulric Kerensky, of Clan Wolf, the floor is yours,” she said.  And the whispers vanished as Ulric stood and he gravely nodded.

“To hold the office of ilKhan, one must be a Warrior.  None here can deny that Yvonne Hazen is a Warrior true-born and an exemplary one at that.   One must have wisdom, and all Khans here who have spoken with her know that Yvonne Hazen is wise.  One must be a proven leader who has managed to preserve her Clan through times of crisis!  She has done so.  Through the long years of our exile, trothkin, it is no secret that my Wolves and Yvonne Hazen’s Falcons have contended with each other—some days with words, some days with OmniMechs!  We disagree on much; she is a Crusader, whereas I am a Warden.  But despite all of that, my Khans, she possesses the final requirement of an ilKhan.  Yvonne Hazen knows honor.  She lives her life and conducts herself in all things with true honor.  As all but one ilKhan before her have done.”

Ulric paused and he turned his gaze over his brother and sister Khans one by one.  “I second the nomination of Yvonne Hazen, Loremaster.  And I pledge to her the support of Clan Wolf!  And I would ask my Warden trothkin who believe that I may stand in nomination to lay aside this dream; for I will decline any such nomination to the office of ilKhan.  I ask that they consider my own choice in the matter, and vote to confirm Yvonne Hazen of Clan Jade Falcon as the Seventh ilKhan of the Clans; the successor to Nicolas Kerensky and our leader.”

Ulric took his seat once more, as Leo Showers stared at the Khans in dawning horror at how his foes had conspired to rob him of his rightful office.

“Are there any other names to placed in nomination?” the Loremaster asked, and still Elias Crichell appeared stunned and unable to speak.  But then Jillian Andrews, Khan of the Steel Vipers, and bitter foe of the Falcons stood.  “We cannot follow a Falcon, my Khans!  Let alone one so old!  We need new leadership for this time of renewal!  I submit to you the name of Leo Showers in nomination for ilKhan—he will lead us to Glory!”

“Is there a second?”

Elias Crichell began to rise, but then he shook his head and he remained sitting, and Leo Showers face darkened still more into a deep shade of puce.  Finally, his own saKhan, Brandon Howell, stood.  “I second the nomination of Leo Showers!”

“Are there further nominations?”

Marion Truscott stood.  “Loremaster I move that the nominations be closed and the matter carried to a vote.”

“Seconded,” said Amanda Tseng.

“Without objection, so ordered,” the Loremaster said with a quick strike of her gavel.  “I call the vote:  Clan Blood Spirit?”

“We . . . abstain,” said Khan Andrew McFadden, and her saKhan Helen Schmidt nodded agreement.

“Clan Cloud Cobra?”

saKhan Mark Steiner whispered in the ear of his Khan, and then Karen Telinov stood.  “Cloud Cobra casts both ballots for Yvonne Hazen.”

“Clan Coyote?”

Pavel Kerensky, Khan of the Coyotes stood; his saKhan Zachariah Koga remained sitting.  “The Coyotes honor Yvonne Hazen with our votes.”

“Clan Diamond Shark?”

Khan Olivia Sutherland stood after a brief whispered conversation with her saKhan, Daniel Clarke.  “The Sharks cast one ballot each for Yvonne Hazen and Leo Showers, Loremaster.”

“Clan Fire Mandrill?”

Raymond Tanaga did not wait for his saKhan (Jorge Payne) as he stood.  “We stand behind Yvonne Hazen,” but true to the factious nature of the Mandrills, Payne too stood!  “He stands behind the Falcon; I cast my ballot for Leo Showers!”

“Clan Ghost Bear?”

Amanda Tseng stood, while Eric Jorgensson just smiled.  “The Ghost Bears are united in support of Yvonne Hazen!  Long may our ilKhan reign over our Victories yet to come!”

“Clan Goliath Scorpion?”

“We cast our ballots in support of Yvonne Hazen, Loremaster,” Nikolai said, and Randall Posavatz nodded in agreement.

“Clan Hell’s Horses?”

Jake Fletcher stood, and his saKhan, Raphael Mendoza nodded approval.  “Tally two more votes for Yvonne Hazen, Loremaster.  The Herd has spoken.”

“Clan Ice Hellion?”

Norman Rood jumped to his feet, but Bridgette Bragg, his saKhan remained seated.  “We vote for Leo Showers!”

“Clan Jade Falcon?”

Yvonne laughed.  “I cast my ballot for myself, of course, Loremaster.  How say you Elias?” she asked her saKhan, and the junior Falcon at last stood.  “Loremaster, I-I . . . vote for my Khan, Yvonne Hazen, to be elected as ilKhan of the Clans.”

“Clan Nova Cat?”

Marius West and Stephen Devalis, Khan and saKhan stood.  “Yvonne Hazen will lead our Clans well; she has our votes and our full support.”

“Clan Smoke Jaguar?”

A rather furious Leo Showers stood, and his saKhan Brandon Howell just shook his head in disbelief.  “The Jaguars support me—they will always support me!”

“Clan Snow Raven?”

Khan Peter McKenna nodded sharply as he stood, his saKhan Damien Crow at his side.  “Our ballots are cast for Yvonne Hazen, Loremaster.”

“Clan Star Adder?”

Marion Truscott shook his head, and Jean N’Buta chuckled from her seat.  “Does it matter, Loremaster?  But for the record, Clan Star Adder casts its ballots for Yvonne Hazen.”

“Clan Steel Viper?”

Jillian Andrews did not bother standing, nor did her saKhan Ian Monet.  “We cast our ballots for Leo Showers!”

“Clan Wolf?”

“For Yvonne Hazen, of course,” answered Ulric Kerensky, and Garth Radick nodded his affirmation.

“My Khans having voted, the tally is 22 votes for Yvonne Hazen, 8 for Leo Showers, and two abstentions.  Khan Showers, if you wish to call for a Trial of Refusal over this vote, the odds will be 2.75 against 1.”

Leo Showers slowly stood.  “I will not contest the will of my fellow Khans in this matter—there will be no Trial of Refusal.”

Melissa Hawker nodded.  “There being no Trial of Refusal called, I hereby declare that the Grand Council has elected Yvonne Hazen as ilKhan!  Long may she reign over our Glory!  Seyla!”

“SEYLA!”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on June 11, 2012, 04:32:16 PM
Wow the Ravens voted for a Falcon Khan?! :o
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 11, 2012, 04:34:17 PM
Wow the Ravens voted for a Falcon Khan?! :o

Considering the choice was between a Falcon (a sane Falcon) and a Jaguar (an average brutal Jaguar), well . . . yes.

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 11, 2012, 06:32:07 PM
Clan Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters, Elamport
Dagda, Pentagon Cluster, Clan Homeworlds
August 17, 3042


“Warriors, we have obtained the exclusive rights to the world of Rondane in the Chainelaine Isles through your efforts in these Trials,” Nikolai paused and he smiled as three dimensional holographic map of Rondane appeared in the briefing room.  On the wall monitor, a star chart of the Isles and surrounding space also appeared—showing Rondane as the farthest of the Isles from the Inner Sphere.

“That is correct, Warriors,” Nikolai continued as the men and women of his Beta Galaxy, the Sand Runners shook their heads.  “Rondane is on the very outskirts of the Chainelaine worlds—and our trothkin in the other Clans spent their time and energy on worlds closer to the Inner Sphere.  We were the only Clan to submit a bid for Rondane in the first round—and even when the Nova Cats chose this world in the second round, you prevailed.  The other Khans ignored the data our scouts have acquired on the these worlds, it seems.  Rondane is the farthest of the Isles, but it is also the richest in mineral wealth.  Wealth that has not been efficiently extracted, my Warriors.  That is an oversight we Scorpions will soon correct,” he finished with a chuckle, and genuine laughter rang out among the officers of Beta Galaxy.  Even the free-birth Warriors who commanded the four Provisional Garrison Clusters Nikolai had assigned to the Expedition smiled.

“Many of you,” the Khan continued, “are asking why I would possibly assign an entire Galaxy of front-line troops, augmented by four Provisional Garrison Clusters to seize this world.  It is a reasonable question, Warriors—because three Trinary could take this planet.  You are assigned to the Chainelaine Expedition because I expect you to defend Rondane against our fellow Clans!  By and large, many are not taking our purpose here seriously.  Other than we Scorpions and the Star Adders, the largest force of civilians being sent is 50,000 from Clan Diamond Shark.  The Jaguars are sending just a tithe of that amount, planning on stocking their factories with laborers culled from the existing population.  They think all they need are overseers and guards.  They are wrong, my Scorpions.”

“Your eight Clusters will garrison Rondane and incorporate the population of that world into our Clan.  In addition to your sixteen Odyssey-class JumpShips, you will be escorting thirty-two more; with those ships carrying supplies and cargo and no fewer than four hundred thousand Scorpion civilians.  The Fire Wheel, Wild Hunt, and Far Seeker Naval Stars will also be part of this mission, carrying one and a half times that number of our civilians!  Warriors!  We will colonize Rondane with a million Scorpions in this first wave.”
   
Nikolai waited and then Galaxy Commander Hans Myers stood.  “My Khan, did you say the first wave?”

“Aff, Galaxy Commander,” the Khan answered.  “Naval Stars Fire Wheel and Wild Hunt, in company with the thirty-two JumpShips mobilized from our Merchant Fleet will return to the Pentagon and return in six months with a second wave of one million civilians.  We have made plans for four waves in total—four million civilians from our lower Castes will transform this world into part of the Nest.”

“This effort will tax our Clan to the upmost, but in the end we will have a new world, with new resources, and fresh factories that will supply us during Revival.  A world far more welcoming to humanity than any of our enclaves in the Homeworlds, even Strana Mechty.  Now, shall we discuss the nature of your new world, my Scorpions?”

“Rondane,” he said as he pointed to the revolving map, “is a world slightly cooler than normal Scorpion preferences.  Orbiting its star at 1.2 AU, the planet is temperate on the equator, and the far southern and northern latitudes are frozen icey tundra.  The world is geologically active and there are numerous mountain ranges—and abundant supplies of fresh water.  The continents are heavily forested and there is much local animal life and transplanted animals from Terra.  It is a true Eden we have not been blessed with in the past.  Of the five continents, only the three located in the mid-latitudes are inhabited, each of which we will seize from the Rondanites.  The original settlers of this world were Norwegian, and they speak Norwegian predominately, although most have English as a second language.  Total population of the entire planet is just sixteen million—although that should increase dramatically very shortly,” Nikolai chuckled again, and this time his entire audience laughed.  "Their largest city is the capital, Bodo, which has a population of under one hundred thousand.  Most of the Rondanites inhabit small communities of less than five thousand inhabitants, clustered in fertile river vallies."

“Galaxy Commander Myers has your exact assignments, and he will rule over Rondane until Operation Revival begins in full.  He has a complete briefing for you Warriors, your exact targets, expected opposition, and your garrison assignments.  But before he begins, I will have a word with you.”

Nikolai looked out over the assembled officers even as the first of many DropShips settled down on the nearby spaceport tarmac.

“We are not Jaguars.  We are not Falcons.  We are not Horses, nor are we Wolves.  We are Scorpions!  And those civilians on Rondane, they will become Scorpions.  We will treat them with respect; we will give them time to adapt to our ways and our customs—and we too must adapt to them.  If we do not, there will come a day when our cultures clash and blood will be spilled.  It is beneath you, Scorpion Warriors, to spill the blood of civilians without cause.  It is criminal and honorless to provoke civilians into giving you that cause.”

“The people of Rondane are joining the Nest.  We will treat them as we treat all of our civilians.  On the subject of bondsmen; they may be free-birth, but we Scorpions are no strangers to free-birth within our ranks.  Any who you believe will make a good Warrior for the Clan, we will test and we will train.”

“Bear in mind, that these people are lacking many of the technologies we take for granted.  Many still mine ores with picks and shovels—hand-powered picks and shovels, my Scorpions.  It is a very different place where you are going.  And you, the first Scorpion expedition to ever officially leave the Homeworlds, you will show these outsiders, for the first time in history, who we Scorpions are.  I expect each of you, be he a front-line Warrior or an infantryman in the 104th Provisional Garrison Cluster, to show them the Scorpion at his finest.”

“I leave you now—but I will join you on Rondane in three years.  And then, we will turn our sights on the Inner Sphere.  Prove to me, Scorpions of Rondane, that we are doing the task that the Great Father set before us.  Prove that to the Universe.”

Nikolai snapped to attention and he locked his arm across his chest in the Scorpion salute.  “SEYLA, WARRIORS!”

Each Star Commander, Star Captain, Star Colonel, and Galaxy Commander leapt to his feet and returned the salute.  “SEYLA!”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: drakensis on June 12, 2012, 12:57:12 AM
Moving a million people that far is going to be very demanding in terms of logistics.

Thirty-two Odesseys is 128 dropships, so an average of 3125 civilians per dropship. Minimum mass of this is 6.5 tons per person (5 for steerage accomodation, 1.5 for food and water (I'd prefer 2 tons personally to give a margin of error but given clan austerity...)) so that's 20,312.5 tons per dropship. I'd suggest 21875 since the Scorpions can't count on civilians living off the land until at least one harvest after they arrive. So this is possible although it's going to require quite a high number of Mammoths and Behemoths. And then presumably a lot of material will need to be aboard for improving the local mines.

Assuming an even split between Mammoths and Mules, total capacity is 2,936,704 tons. Allocating space for civilians and their food leaves only 136,704 tons for equipment aboard the jumpship transports.

The two Potemkins of the naval stars can carry another 50 dropships, but they're carrying 50% more civilians. That's 12,000 per dropship or a minimum of 84,000 tons each - unlikely as even a Behemoth can't carry that many. Still, if the dropships are ALL Behemoths and carry 10,000 each that's 500,000 civilians and the two Potemkins can carry around 50,000 each.

So the civilians numbers are attainable but it's going to require a large number of Mammoth and Behemoth sized dropships. Do the Scorpions have that many? If not, how are they getting them? New construction, trials of possession? And then there's probably going to need to be an immense stock of equipment for mines and factories taken with them, requiring even larger dropships....
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 12, 2012, 02:00:46 AM
Since when is a Jaguar sane???????????????
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 12, 2012, 02:09:01 AM
Do not worry they will figure it out
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 12, 2012, 04:23:23 PM
Moving a million people that far is going to be very demanding in terms of logistics.

Thirty-two Odesseys is 128 dropships, so an average of 3125 civilians per dropship. Minimum mass of this is 6.5 tons per person (5 for steerage accomodation, 1.5 for food and water (I'd prefer 2 tons personally to give a margin of error but given clan austerity...)) so that's 20,312.5 tons per dropship. I'd suggest 21875 since the Scorpions can't count on civilians living off the land until at least one harvest after they arrive. So this is possible although it's going to require quite a high number of Mammoths and Behemoths. And then presumably a lot of material will need to be aboard for improving the local mines.

Assuming an even split between Mammoths and Mules, total capacity is 2,936,704 tons. Allocating space for civilians and their food leaves only 136,704 tons for equipment aboard the jumpship transports.

The two Potemkins of the naval stars can carry another 50 dropships, but they're carrying 50% more civilians. That's 12,000 per dropship or a minimum of 84,000 tons each - unlikely as even a Behemoth can't carry that many. Still, if the dropships are ALL Behemoths and carry 10,000 each that's 500,000 civilians and the two Potemkins can carry around 50,000 each.

So the civilians numbers are attainable but it's going to require a large number of Mammoth and Behemoth sized dropships. Do the Scorpions have that many? If not, how are they getting them? New construction, trials of possession? And then there's probably going to need to be an immense stock of equipment for mines and factories taken with them, requiring even larger dropships....

Here are the Clan replacements for the Mule/Mammoth that I am using.

Auroch

Overview

Based upon the Inner Sphere Mule-class DropShip, the Auroch is the standard cargo transport of Clan Goliath Scorpion.  Lightly armed, this design is capable of hauling up to 7,250 tons of cargo in an efficient and cost-effective manner between star systems.  It is the principle civilian DropShip of the Clan's Fleet, with two hundred and forty currently in service (as of 3041).

Capabilities:

The Auroch is a spheroid DropShip design massing 11,200 tons.  Five engines in the lower decks of the ship provide sufficient thrust for this cargo ship to accelerate safely at 1.5-g's and acheive a maximum thrust of 2.5-g's for short periods of time.  Like many (but not all) Clan ships, the Auroch is lightly armored (36 tons of ferro-aluminum plating) and armed (with a dozen ER Large Lasers, twelve LRM-10 launchers with Artemis IV, eighteen ER Medium Lasers, and twelve Streak SRM-4 launchers spaced over the vessels hull).  Despite this firepower, the ship is not intended for combat operations--these guns are for self-defense only.

Crew consists of three officers, four ratings, and nine gunners, with passenger quarters for up to fifteen personnel.  Most of the crew belong to the Merchant and Technician castes, although all Aurochs incude at least one Warrior (normally too old for front-line or second-line service) who directs any defensive operations.  Six escape pods are fitted to the hull in the event of a crew having to abandon ship.

Cargo space consists of 7,250 tons of cargo divided amongst three seperate bays.  As part of the many contingency plans that the Scorpions have, the Aurochs are supplied with sufficient parts and material stored in warehouses throughout enclaves of the Clan; these stores can convert the cargo holds into passenger quarters.  Cramped, and spartan, each of these so-called 'evacuation Aurochs' is capable of lifting up to 1,000 passengers, plus food, water, and life support for twelve months, in addition to 250 tons of cargo (providing each passenger with 250 kilograms of supplies).

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Class/Model/Name:  Auroch
Tech:              Clan / 3050
Vessel Type:       Spheroid DropShip
Rules:             Level 2, Custom design
Rules Set:         AeroTech2

Mass:              11,200 tons
Length:            158 meters
Power Plant:       Standard
Safe Thrust:       3
Maximum Thrust:    5
Armor Type:        Ferro-aluminum
Armament:         
   12 ER Large Laser
   12 LRM 10+ArtIV
   18 ER Medium Laser
   12 Streak SRM 4
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Class/Model/Name:  Auroch
Mass:              11,200 tons

Equipment:                                                            Mass 
Power Plant, Drive & Control:                                        2,050.00
Thrust:  Safe Thrust: 3
      Maximum Thrust: 5
Structural Integrity: 10                                               224.00
Total Heat Sinks:    159 Double                                         41.00
Fuel & Fuel Pumps:                                                     776.00
Bridge, Controls, Radar, Computer & Attitude Thrusters:                 84.00
Fire Control Computers:                                                   .00
Food & Water:  (180 days supply)                                        27.00
Armor Type:  Ferro-aluminum  (904 total armor pts)                      36.00
                           Standard Scale Armor Pts
   Location:                            L / R
   Fore:                                240
   Left/Right Sides:                 240/240
   Aft:                                 184

Cargo:
   Bay 1:  Cargo (1) with 2 doors                                    2,400.00
   Bay 2:  Cargo (1) with 2 doors                                    2,400.00
   Bay 3:  Cargo (1) with 2 doors                                    2,450.00

Escape Pods:  6 (7 tons each)                                           42.00

Crew and Passengers:
      2 Officers (2 minimum)                                            20.00
      4 Crew (4 minimum)                                                28.00
      9 Gunners (9 minimum)                                             63.00
     15 2nd Class Passengers                                           105.00
Weapons and Equipment      Loc        SRV    MRV    LRV    ERV  Heat    Mass
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2 ER Large Laser           Nose     2(20)  2(20)  2(20)  2(20)   24      8.00
2 LRM 10+ArtIV(60 rounds)  Nose     2(16)  2(16)  2(16)     --    8     12.00
3 ER Medium Laser          Nose     2(21)  2(21)     --     --   15      3.00
2 Streak SRM 4(50 rounds)  Nose     2(16)  2(16)     --     --    6      6.00
2 ER Large Laser           FL/R     2(20)  2(20)  2(20)  2(20)   48     16.00
2 LRM 10+ArtIV(60 rounds)  FL/R     2(16)  2(16)  2(16)     --   16     24.00
3 ER Medium Laser          FL/R     2(21)  2(21)     --     --   30      6.00
2 Streak SRM 4(50 rounds)  FL/R     2(16)  2(16)     --     --   12     12.00
2 ER Large Laser           AL/R     2(20)  2(20)  2(20)  2(20)   48     16.00
2 LRM 10+ArtIV(60 rounds)  AL/R     2(16)  2(16)  2(16)     --   16     24.00
3 ER Medium Laser          AL/R     2(21)  2(21)     --     --   30      6.00
2 Streak SRM 4(50 rounds)  AL/R     2(16)  2(16)     --     --   12     12.00
2 ER Large Laser           Aft      2(20)  2(20)  2(20)  2(20)   24      8.00
2 LRM 10+ArtIV(60 rounds)  Aft      2(16)  2(16)  2(16)     --    8     12.00
3 ER Medium Laser          Aft      2(21)  2(21)     --     --   15      3.00
2 Streak SRM 4(50 rounds)  Aft      2(16)  2(16)     --     --    6      6.00
1 Lot Spare Parts (2.50%)                                              280.00
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TOTALS:                                              Heat: 318      11,200.00
Tons Left:                                                                .00

Calculated Factors:
Total Cost:        445,229,120 C-Bills
Battle Value:      8,659
Cost per BV:       51,418.08
Weapon Value:      10,122 (Ratio = 1.17)
Damage Factors:    SRV = 402;  MRV = 316;  LRV = 61;  ERV = 0
Maintenance:       Maintenance Point Value (MPV) = 41,278
                   (23,348 Structure, 11,750 Life Support, 6,180 Weapons)
                   Support Points (SP) = 16,094  (39% of MPV)
BattleForce2:      MP: 3,  Armor/Structure: 15 / 15
                   Damage PB/M/L: 15/15/7,  Overheat: 0
                   Class: DL;  Point Value: 87
                   Specials: sph

Mastodon

Overview:

The heavy Mastodon is Clan Goliath Scorpions standard heavy-lift cargo DropShip.  Based on the Star League Mammoth design, this capable craft is able to deliver an immense amount of supplies in a single trip.

Overview:

Massing 52,000 tons, the Mastodon is a spheroid design with five (not four) engine pods on the exterior of the hull, providing for a safe-thrust of 1.5-g's and an emergency maximum acceleration of 2.5-g's.  Crew consists of three officers, ten ratings, nine gunners, and ten bay personnel, with the capacity to embark up to twenty-eight passengers (twenty-five 2nd class and three steerage).  Normally, these ships operate with a crew from the Merchant and Technician castes, but each always carries a single older Warrior, who directs any defensive actions.

Although the Mastodon carries fifty-tons of ferro-aluminum armor, the actual protection provided to these ships is less than that of the smaller Auroch-class.  Armament is almost identical to the Auroch as well, lacking only a two aft-firing ER Large Lasers.  Two small craft are carried as personnel and cargo shuttles, and ten escape pods are fitted in case the ship must be abandoned.

But the largest difference between the two is in the capacity to lift bulk cargos:  the Mastodon carries up to 36,000 tons of cargo in three bays.  The Scorpions have one hundred and eighty Mastons in their possession, but only sixty are on active duty.  The remaining one hundred and twenty are normally assigned to the Scorpion's Dagda Naval Cache.

Like the Auroch, the Mastodon has an 'evacuation' configuration.  This version allows for the transport of up to 4,000 civilians, food, water, and life support for a year, in addition to 7,000 tons of bulk cargo.

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Class/Model/Name:  Mastodon
Tech:              Clan / 3050
Vessel Type:       Spheroid DropShip
Rules:             Level 2, Custom design
Rules Set:         AeroTech2

Mass:              52,000 tons
Length:            277 meters
Power Plant:       Standard
Safe Thrust:       3
Maximum Thrust:    5
Armor Type:        Ferro-aluminum
Armament:         
   10 ER Large Laser
   12 LRM 10+ArtIV
   18 ER Medium Laser
   12 Streak SRM 4
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Class/Model/Name:  Mastodon
Mass:              52,000 tons

Equipment:                                                            Mass 
Power Plant, Drive & Control:                                        9,516.00
Thrust:  Safe Thrust: 3
      Maximum Thrust: 5
Structural Integrity: 20                                             2,080.00
Total Heat Sinks:    147 Double                                         24.00
Fuel & Fuel Pumps:                                                   1,539.00
Bridge, Controls, Radar, Computer & Attitude Thrusters:                390.00
Fire Control Computers:                                                   .00
Food & Water:  (180 days supply)                                        54.00
Armor Type:  Ferro-aluminum  (776 total armor pts)                      58.00
                           Standard Scale Armor Pts
   Location:                            L / R
   Fore:                                200
   Left/Right Sides:                 200/200
   Aft:                                 176

Cargo:
   Bay 1:  Small Craft (2) with 2 doors                                400.00
   Bay 2:  Cargo (1) with 2 doors                                   12,000.00
   Bay 3:  Cargo (1) with 2 doors                                   12,000.00
   Bay 4:  Cargo (1) with 2 doors                                   12,000.00

Escape Pods:  10 (7 tons each)                                          70.00

Crew and Passengers:
      3 Officers (3 minimum)                                            30.00
     10 Crew (10 minimum)                                               70.00
      9 Gunners (9 minimum)                                             63.00
     25 2nd Class Passengers                                           175.00
      3 Steerage Passengers                                             15.00
     10 Bay Personnel                                                     .00
Weapons and Equipment      Loc        SRV    MRV    LRV    ERV  Heat    Mass
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2 ER Large Laser           Nose     2(20)  2(20)  2(20)  2(20)   24      8.00
2 LRM 10+ArtIV(60 rounds)  Nose     2(16)  2(16)  2(16)     --    8     12.00
3 ER Medium Laser          Nose     2(21)  2(21)     --     --   15      3.00
2 Streak SRM 4(50 rounds)  Nose     2(16)  2(16)     --     --    6      6.00
2 ER Large Laser           FL/R     2(20)  2(20)  2(20)  2(20)   48     16.00
2 LRM 10+ArtIV(60 rounds)  FL/R     2(16)  2(16)  2(16)     --   16     24.00
3 ER Medium Laser          FL/R     2(21)  2(21)     --     --   30      6.00
2 Streak SRM 4(50 rounds)  FL/R     2(16)  2(16)     --     --   12     12.00
2 ER Large Laser           AL/R     2(20)  2(20)  2(20)  2(20)   48     16.00
2 LRM 10+ArtIV(60 rounds)  AL/R     2(16)  2(16)  2(16)     --   16     24.00
3 ER Medium Laser          AL/R     2(21)  2(21)     --     --   30      6.00
2 Streak SRM 4(50 rounds)  AL/R     2(16)  2(16)     --     --   12     12.00
2 LRM 10+ArtIV(60 rounds)  Aft      2(16)  2(16)  2(16)     --    8     12.00
3 ER Medium Laser          Aft      2(21)  2(21)     --     --   15      3.00
2 Streak SRM 4(50 rounds)  Aft      2(16)  2(16)     --     --    6      6.00
1 Lot Spare Parts (2.50%)                                            1,300.00
10 Bay Personnel Quarters                                               50.00
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TOTALS:                                              Heat: 294      52,000.00
Tons Left:                                                                .00

Calculated Factors:
Total Cost:        731,573,696 C-Bills
Battle Value:      8,781
Cost per BV:       83,313.26
Weapon Value:      9,064 (Ratio = 1.03)
Damage Factors:    SRV = 383;  MRV = 302;  LRV = 55;  ERV = 0
Maintenance:       Maintenance Point Value (MPV) = 198,878
                   (171,118 Structure, 22,032 Life Support, 5,728 Weapons)
                   Support Points (SP) = 23,747  (12% of MPV)
BattleForce2:      MP: 3,  Armor/Structure: 13 / 13
                   Damage PB/M/L: 15/15/7,  Overheat: 0
                   Class: DL;  Point Value: 88
                   Specials: sph
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 12, 2012, 05:02:26 PM
With two Aurochs and two Mastodons in 'evacuation configuration', that gives each Odyssey the capacity to lift slightly more than 10,000 passengers.  Hmmmmm.  My numbers are off.  So that would be 320,000 passengers for the thirty-two Odysseys in the Chainlaine expedition.  Assuming that each Potemkin is carrying one assault DropShip for defense, and four Orbital Stations (100,000 tons and taking one docking collar), that means each of the Troop Cruisers can carry ten Aurochs and ten Mastodons:  or a total of 50,000+ passengers each . . . 200,000 for just the Troop Cruisers and 520,000 in total.

I would imagine that each Potemkins internal holds will be filled with cargo and supplies for the colony, including those pre-fab factories and construction equipment.

So my numbers were off, by about twice what I thought.  Okay, simple fix:  each wave will carry approximately 520,000 colonists, for a total of 2,600,000 after five (not four) round trips.    I picture the Scorpions as having around 100 Merchant Caste JumpShips, mostly the four-collar Odyssey; that ship seems to fit the Clans better than refitted Scout, Merchant, Invader, Star Lord, and Monolith, being armed and possessing a Lithium-Fusion Battery.

This is in addition to the 80 Odysseys assigned to the Scorpions military; 58 to transport the touman, and 22 cargo ships (with another 88 Aurochs and Mastodons of their own).  Of course, we could get to 1,000,000 per wave by adding another 48 JumpShips, but that would mean 80% the Clans entire Merchant Fleet would be tied up for two years.

Master Arminas



Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: drakensis on June 12, 2012, 05:26:56 PM
Yeah, moving people in BT is no joke. Something I've become entirely too aware of in the Disapora
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 12, 2012, 05:54:44 PM
If the Scorpions use every single ship that they have, loading cargo on the WarShips and the 22 JumpShips assigned as supply ships for the 'military wing', using the Potemkins and all 100 Merchant Fleet JumpShips for passengers, (plus the 3 Trackers), they can move 1.215 million people total, plus 5.513 million tons of cargo (not including a year's worth of food, water, and life support for the passengers).

That would be with 22 WarShips and a total of 180 JumpShips (863 DropShips).  They would have all 29 Clusters, but NO PGCs.  Total Strength as of January 1, 3041, at 100% of book value (which almost NO unit, especially in the wake of the Burrock Annihilation will be), is as follows: 1,363 ‘Mechs, 4,915 Elementals, 1,228 Aerospace Fighters, and 22 WarShips.  7,506 Warriors, exclusive of those assigned to WarShips, JumpShips, and DropShips, or those used as training cadre for sibkin.

How does that compare with what we know of Kerensky's Exodus?

Master Arminas 
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 12, 2012, 08:02:55 PM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
September 1, 3042


“This plan devised by the Adders and Scorpions is a travesty, ilKhan Hazen!” thundered Leo Showers from the well.  “The force these two Khans advocate bringing against the Inner Sphere is far too excessive; all sixteen Clans operating on a broad front from Newtown Square in the Lyran Commonwealth to Bjarred in the Draconis Combine.  Sixteen Clans!  The plan originally advocated by Elias Crichell and myself called for FOUR Clans in the same space!”  The Jaguar paused and he glared at Nikolai who sat calmly at his desk.

“Tell, my Khan of the Scorpions, are you that great a coward that you feel you must have overwhelming force to achieve your objectives!”

The Scorpion stood amid an absolutely silent Hall.  No one even dared to draw a breath.

“If the Khan of the Jaguars believes his accusation to be true, he is welcome to test that assertion on the field of battle,” Nikolai said in a clipped voice.  “But perhaps he should do well to remember instead the last time a Scorpion Khan faced the Jaguars in direct battle?  Who needed the overwhelming force on that occasion?”  The corner of Nikolai’s mouth curved into a smile that revealed his teeth.  “Of course, that same overwhelming force did not prevent Mikhail Kirov from killing Lucien Moon, quiaff?”
   
A soprano voice cut into the debate before Showers could respond.  “Enough!  Both of you!  This is the Great Hall of the Khans, not some hastily drawn Circle of Equals!”  Yvonne Hazen stood and she walked to interpose herself between the two men.  At Nikolai nodded and he sat, and then Leo Showers found his seat as well.

“Khan Showers, the plan you and the Khan of the Jade Falcons propose is too . . . constricted.  In this, the arguments made by the Goliath Scorpion and Star Adder Khans are correct.  It is folly to propose that the governments of the Inner Sphere will fold in the face of our superior technology . . . remember the Taurian Campaign of the Reunification War?  They did not—we cannot depend upon these modern powers to collapse either.”

“And yet, I cannot endorse what Khans Truscott and Djerassi have presented to us:  sixteen Clans, each committing no less than three-quarters of its touman!  No, that would commit far too much of our resources to this Invasion.  The logistical burden alone, even with our seizing the Chainlaine Isles would be . . . beyond imagination.  No Clan, not even the Sharks, has a merchant Fleet large enough to support such an endeavor.”

She paused and looked out over the assembled Khans.  “Therefore, I suggest a compromise.  We will retain the assigned corridors, but instead of sixteen lanes, we will consolidate to EIGHT.  Eight Clans will have the honor of assaulting the Inner Sphere—and we will determine those eight in a series of Trials.”  She lifted a remote and the image shifted, the sixteen invasion corridors merging into eight.  “Corridor Alpha in the Lyran Commonwealth,” and the western most invasion route lit, followed by each succeeding lane in sequence until the final one illuminated and shone a brilliant gold, “to Corridor Eta in the Draconis Combine.  The Clan who performs best in the Trials will choose one of these Invasion Corridors, with the next seven finishers behind him.  For this Trial, I am limiting each Clan to one Cluster of troops—no more than eighteen Stars in total strength.  Not, I am certain, that any of the Khans here today would even consider building a new Cluster to greater strength, quineg?”

A few of the Khans answered the ilKhan, “Neg.”

Yvonne frowned.  “I cannot hear you, my Khans.  Quineg?”

“NEG!” the Khans roared back and she nodded, smiling slightly.  “The eight Clans who prove their prowess in battle will be given the honor of assignment to an Invasion Corridor as an active participant.  But, not with three-quarters of our touman—nor with the lowest possible bid against the cutdown.  Each active Clan will be asked to assign three Galaxies of troops, up to fifteen Clusters, plus any command Keshiks, of their touman.  There will also be a call for Provisional Garrison Clusters, and I agree with the Adder and Scorpion Khans on this point—active Clans will contribute one-half of their total PGC strength to garrison the worlds that they seize.”

“As for the remaining eight Clans of Kerensky, you are not forgotten.  Each Invasion Corridor will haveboth  an Active Clan and a Reserve Clan.  Each Reserve Clan may commit two Galaxies to the Invasion, which may be activated by Khan of the Clan that shares their invasion lane.  In addition, each Reserve Clan will also commit one-half of their total PGC strength to this operation—and reserve PGCs may be activated separately from the Reserve Clans front-line forces.”  Yvonne held up a hand to forestall the protests.  “If they are so activated, the world which they garrison will be deemed as belonging to the Reserve Clan.”

The mumbled whispers died away as each of the Khans began to calculate—the active Clans would need the Reserve, that much was clearly evident in the scale of the attack.  And if they were then given the worlds they were charged with holding—without suffering the casualties of battle to begin with . . . several Khans slowly nodded their agreement, while others scowled their displeasure.

“Of course,” Yvonne smiled as she spoke directly to Leo Showers.  “Any Clan that does not wish to use their Reserves does not have to activate them.  I have no intention of forcing any Khan to do so.”

She ascended the dais again and took her seat.  “Since it is imperative that the Clans operating together, Active and Reserve alike, in a single lane do so with one purpose; there will be no bidding by the eight Reserve Clans for a lane.  Each Active Clan may request a Clan of the Reserve to join in their Corridor—the Khan of the Reserve Clan may select which offer he feels best suits his Clan.  In the event that no Clan selects a Reserve Clan, that Clan will be assigned by ME and my staff.”

“There are more details, of course, but my Khans,” Yvonne said with a coquettish smile as folded her hands together in her lap.  “I believe this compromise is most fair.  The architects of our first and second plans are all displeased with it—which leads me to believe that we can reach a consensus.  Now, as soon as this plan is approved, we can start arranging for the multiple Trials that will undertaken here on Strana Mechty to determine your status as either an Active Clan or a Reserve Clan.”

“Shall we call the vote, my Khans?”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 13, 2012, 01:06:58 AM
I hope Khan Djerassi Kills Showers he is getting on my nerves.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: drakensis on June 13, 2012, 01:24:47 AM
If the Scorpions use every single ship that they have, loading cargo on the WarShips and the 22 JumpShips assigned as supply ships for the 'military wing', using the Potemkins and all 100 Merchant Fleet JumpShips for passengers, (plus the 3 Trackers), they can move 1.215 million people total, plus 5.513 million tons of cargo (not including a year's worth of food, water, and life support for the passengers).

That would be with 22 WarShips and a total of 180 JumpShips (863 DropShips).  They would have all 29 Clusters, but NO PGCs.  Total Strength as of January 1, 3041, at 100% of book value (which almost NO unit, especially in the wake of the Burrock Annihilation will be), is as follows: 1,363 ‘Mechs, 4,915 Elementals, 1,228 Aerospace Fighters, and 22 WarShips.  7,506 Warriors, exclusive of those assigned to WarShips, JumpShips, and DropShips, or those used as training cadre for sibkin.

How does that compare with what we know of Kerensky's Exodus?

Master Arminas

The Star League cites 1349 transports (jumpships presumably) and 402 warships carrying 100 divisions and their families. That's at least 30,000 battlemechs, 6,000 aerospace fighters and 226,800 infantry for the divisions, possibly twice as many. Plus the support staff, plus the families.

Operation Klondike claims 2 million SLDF personnel and 4 million civilians.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 13, 2012, 02:20:51 AM
About 3,500 people per JumpShip
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 13, 2012, 06:24:23 PM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
September 3, 3042


Yvonne stood at the podium, but two tables, one each on her right and left, had been moved on the dais as well.  Each table held a single opaque ceramic basin with a narrow mouth barely larger in diameter than Yvonne’s forearms.  “The Trials of Position will be determined randomly, my Khans.  In this container are eight tiles, marked with the designations of the eight Clans who as of today field the largest touman.”  She tapped the second basin.  “Eight more tiles, representing the remaining Clans are within the second container.  I will draw one tile from each—and those Clans shall meet to determine whether or not they will be an Active Clan or a Reserve Clan.”

She paused and looked out over the assembled Khans.  “Unless, that is, one of you wishes to challenge me to a Trial of Refusal over this method of selection?”

No one voiced any objection, and Yvonne nodded gravely.  She unbuttoned her jacket, and a servant took it away; she then rolled up both sleeves of her blouse to her elbow and showed the Khans her bare hands and forearms—bare except for the codex the encircled her right forearm.  She lifted one container and shook it hard; everyone could hear the tiles bouncing around; then she did the same for the second.

And then she placed her right arm in the first container, and extracted a single tile.  “Clan Steel Viper.”  She plunged her left arm into the other container and glanced down at the tile in her hand.  “Your opponent is Clan Cloud Cobra.”

“Clan Star Adder shall face off against Clan Nova Cat.”

“Clan Ghost Bear will fight Clan Diamond Shark.”

“Clan Jade Falcon, your opponents are . . . Clan Ice Hellion.”

“Clan Coyote will trial against Clan Hell’s Horses.”

“Clan Fire Mandrill your opponent is Clan Blood Spirit.”

“Clan Smoke Jaguar will face Clan Snow Raven.”

“And finally, Clan Wolf will meet Clan Goliath Scorpion in battle.”

The Great Hall was still as each Khan digested this, and Yvonne nodded.  “These Trials will begin seven days from today.  You have a week to bring to Strana Mechty the Cluster you have chosen to fight for your honor in securing a place in the Invasion.  Then, these Trials will occur one per day, until all eight have been fought and won, my Khans.  The Ebon Keshik will preside over each Trial in turn.”

Yvonne paused.  “Fight well; fight with honor—and may victory show the truth; and yield unto the victor the prize.”


Brandt Alpine Trail Grounds
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
September 18, 3042


“Khan Kerensky, your 3rd Battle Cluster has been chosen to represent Clan Wolf in this Trial, are you prepared?” Yvonne asked.

“The Wolves of Kerensky are always prepared, ilKhan,” Ulric answered.  Star Colonel Conal Ward grinned broadly as he stood beside the Khan.

Yvonne nodded.  “Khan Djerassi, you have chosen your 25th Scorpion Cuirassier to fight for Clan Goliath Scorpion today . . . but Star Colonel LeClair is not present?  Can you explain?”

Nikolai winced.  “ilKhan Hazen, Star Colonel LeClair was admitted to surgery last night for an emergency appendectomy.  saKhan Posavatz is ready and willing to assume command of her Cluster in her absence.”

Yvonne frowned.  “If Clan Wolf agrees, it will be permitted.”

Ulric Kerensky bared his teeth, and his eyes were as hard as flint in the early morning light amid the high alpine valley selected for this Trial.  “No other Clan has permitted its Khan or saKhan to fight in this Trial, ilKhan; by a strict reading of the regulations you set forth for this series of Trials, saKhan Posavatz is not assigned to the 25th Cuirassier—and thus cannot participate.  To ensure that the fight is fair, I will remove one Warrior from the Silver Devils to match your own loss, Khan Djerassi.  Star Colonel LeClair piloted one of your Summoner II heavy OmniMechs, quiaff?”

“Aff,” answered Nikolai.

“Well then.  I will withdraw Warrior Gregor and his Line Backer.  A fair trade, quiaff?”

“Aff,” Nikolai said once again, but the word left a sour taste in his mouth.  The Line Backer was five tons lighter than LeClair's Summoner II, and devoted much of its tonnage to a powerful engine that granted it speed, but left little room for weapons.  It looked fair, but in reality it was far from it . . . and Ulric well knew that.

“Then this combat will begin in one hours time.  Khans Kerensky and Djerassi, you may join me in the observation bunker for this Trial.”  Yvonne paused.  “If you have any words for the Star Captain that will command your Cluster, Khan Djerassi, now is the time.”

Nikolai bowed low.

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“Star Captain Nelson Elam, reporting as ordered, my Khan!” the commander of Trinary Beta barked as he came to attention in the presence of his Khan and saKhan.

“Star Captain Elam,” Nikolai said, “there is no delay for the Trial—you will command the 25th Cuirassier during this contest.  Answer me truthfully, Nelson—are you ready to accept this responsibility?”

“I am, Khan Djerassi,” the twenty-three year old warrior answered in a solemn voice.  “I have performed as Star Colonel LeClair’s tactical deputy for the past six months.”

Nikolai nodded and he stepped close to Nelson.  “Then I will remind only of this, Scorpion Warrior:  trust your instincts, listen to the Scorpion within you.  And fight well.”

“Aff, my Khan!”

*****************************************************************

The two Clusters entered the Trial Grounds and each cautiously moved over the rocky and heavily wooded alpine terrain, searching for their opponent.  Overhead, the aerospace fighters of both sides opened the engagement in a furball that pitted forty-two modern OmniFighters against each other.  Laser beams cut through the sky; PPC bolts illuminated the hanging clouds like artificial lightning; missiles crossed each other’s paths and slammed home, trailing smoke and flame, as rapid-fire autocannons barked out their fury.  Within minutes, neither Wolf nor Scorpion had air cover, as less than a dozen survivors broke away, hoping to reach a friendly airbase while fuel remained in their tanks.

But the clash of fighters was not in vain; for each side had spotted the other below—and they had radioed the locations of the other force to their commanders.

The Wolves and the Scorpions moved to contact, the lighter elements probing towards each other, finding their foes in the dim woods and dozens of separate battles erupted.  Both commanders urged their main forces onward and the two Clusters slammed together in the primeval mountain forest.  Among the best Warriors of their respective Clans, neither Scorpion nor Wolf granted quarter—nor asked for it.  And amidst the ancient trees, now scarred by weapons fire, a long and bitter feud was resolved.

******************************************************************

Nelson swallowed heavily as the Ice Ferret he faced collapsed; his Mongrel IIs lasers having cored out the engine of the Clan Wolf design.  Both OmniMechs had massed 45-tons, but the Ice Ferret was slightly faster, whereas his own Mongrel II featured jump jets.  Nelson knew the constricting nature of the forest in which they would fight; and he had outfitted the design in Configuration D:  four ER Medium Lasers and ten ER Small Lasers; all tied into a targeting computer.

The towering trunk beside him exploded as another opponent fired an Ultra AC-20 at Nelson and missed!  The young warrior stood on his jump jet pedals and his OmniMech lifted into the air, twisting around to land behind the 80-ton Gargoyle.  Nelson easily kept the medium-weight war machine on its feet, and his thumb slid the selector switch forward as he squeezed the trigger.  Ten small lasers spat out emerald beams, each bearing as much energy as a standard Inner Sphere medium laser.  The rear armor of the Clan Wolf assault Omni before him began to melt as the beams cut through—and then its autocannon magazine exploded!

The Gargoyle staggered under the force of the munitions lighting off, even though most of the blast was directed away from the vulnerable internal components.  Still, the pilot slammed like a pinball into three different trees before he came to a halt, leaning against one—and Nelson advanced directly behind him, sending another fusillade of laser beams burning deep into the back of the Wolf before him.  The Gargoyle crumpled to the ground as its reactor core went dead.

Nelson took a moment to wipe away the sweat and he looked down at the display—and he blanched.  Out of the two Clusters who began this fight, only four icons remained.  Four!  And three of those were the gleaming crimson of Clan Wolf, converging on his location.

“Scorpions of the Veil, report,” Nelson broadcast . . . but only silence greeted him.  He grimaced and adjusted his display to a higher resolution.  The OmniMech’s command computer reset the screen, and analyzed their signatures—and Nelson at last what they were.  A Pouncer, a Line Backer, and a Timber Wolf.

“Stravag!” he cursed.  But his OmniMech had now shed its excess heat and he had taken relatively light damage to his armor.  He pushed the throttle forward and began to sway side-to-side as he darted in and out of the towering forest, pushing towards a ravine nearby—if he could get to the far side, the Line Backer and Timber Wolf would have to go around; only the Pouncer had jump jets to match his own.

But the Wolves were cutting in ahead of him—they were closer to the ravine than he was.  But he could see no other option; well, he could run, but that wasn’t an option.  Not really.

Then his radio crackled.  “Alpha Five Lead to Beta One.  Inbound on your position—request target information.”

Nelson smiled.  One of the Scorpion OmniFighters—the sole surviving Visigoth of the Command Trinary—had gotten back into the air.  “Three Wolf OmniMechs at grid 14-37-12, Alpha Five Lead.  I’ll draw them into the open.”

The radio clicked twice in reply and Nelson pressed his Mongrel II forward through the forest.  He broke into the clearing approaching the ravine, and immediately came under missile fire from the Pouncer.  Thirty LRMs streaked out towards him—seven contacted against the side of his OmniMech.  The Pouncer had already crossed the ravine, and prowled the other side, and from the north and south the remaining two Wolf OmniMechs rapidly approached.

Nelson pressed the throttle to the stops and he zigzagged across the clearing, returning fire towards the Pouncer with a quartet of medium lasers—three contacted with the lighter OmniMech, which once again flushed another thirty missiles and salvoed its own four lasers in reply.  Nelson staggered as twenty missiles slammed home, and two lasers burnt deep into his right arm, tearing through the armor and into the vulnerable myomer strands and internal structure beneath.

He managed to keep his OmniMech standing, however, as his threat display lit up—Alpha Five Lead was inbound.  The Wolf OmniMechs stopped, their torsos swiveled and then the Timber Wolf salvoed every weapon he had—because he was the Visigoth’s target.  OmniFighter and OmniMech released their weapons at the same instant, and the fire converged in mid-air, then struck both.   The Scorpion fighter lost control and he pancaked into the ground and Conal Ward screamed as the disintegrating OmniFighter rolled into him and the fuel tanks erupted.  Neither the Scorpion pilot, nor the Wolf Cluster Commander emerged from the fireball.

Nelson whispered, “Thank you,” and he jumped across the ravine, triggering his small laser battery in mid-flight.  The barrage of energy tore through the Pouncer and it staggered as one of the missile magazines erupted; tearing away the left arm and sending the Warrior inside off-balance; the Wolf scrambled, but the slippery rocks afforded his metal feet no purchase, and the OmniMech plunged down into the ravine to shatter on the rocks eighty meters below.

The Scorpion turned towards his final opponent as a pair of PPC bolts ripped into his hip, and he heard a sharp CRACK as the actuator separated from the torso.  The Mongrel II fell hard, but Nelson managed to stay away from the brink of the ravine.  He shook his head as red lights flashed in the cockpit—the leg was ruined.  He raised both arms and fired his medium lasers into the distant Line Backer, but although three hit, he wasn’t able to burn through the heavy OmniMech’s armor.

The Wolf Warrior fired his twin PPCs again, and Nelson’s helpless OmniMech rocked, more red lights appeared and his engine showed heavy damage.  He pushed the war machine into a sitting position, but two more PPC bolts slammed into him, and his auto-eject system threw him clear of his OmniMech as sensors detected a core breach.  His Trial was over . . . and he had lost.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 13, 2012, 06:39:24 PM
Just go to love the Clans, wipe out four Galaxies just to prove a point before you go to war.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on June 13, 2012, 06:42:18 PM
Goodbye Conal. Glad to see that windbag go out like a punk.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 13, 2012, 07:35:43 PM
Hall of the Khans, Katyusha City
Strana Mechty, Clan Homeworlds
September 20, 3042


“We can demand a Trial of Refusal,” Randall Posavatz whispered.  “We only lost by ONE warrior.”

Nikolai shook his head.  “No, saKhan.  We fought our Trial, and we lost.  We will abide by the results of combat.  It was not Nelson Elam’s fault—it was mine.  I . . . underestimated the Wolves and their displeasure with our Clan.  That will not happen again.  Still, the results do change things—when this council is done, I want to adjust our touman slightly.  Transfer the 18th Cuirassier from Epsilon to Beta Galaxy and send them to Chainelaine.  And likewise, the 20th Cuirassier from Delta to Alpha.  That will bring the two Galaxies we are now entitled to bring up to a strength of five Clusters each, plus the Knife Dance Keshik.  And on the bright side, Randall?  We have time to rebuild the 25th back up to a fighting formation instead of a paper one.”

The Scorpion saKhan winced, but he nodded his agreement.  The Trial had bled the Scorpion Cluster white—half of its warriors were dead, and nearly every surviving one was injured.  In consolation, the Wolf’s 3rd Battle Cluster had suffered nearly equal losses, and though they had won, they would secure the least sought after Invasion lane.

The whispers of the Khans ended as Yvonne stepped forth onto the dais below.  “My Khans, the Trials were well-fought, hard-fought, and they have given us our Active and Reserve Clans for Revival.  Clan Smoke Jaguar:  you have your choice of invasion corridors—which do you choose?”

Leo Showers, looking smug at this showing of excellence stood.  “ilKhan Hazen, the Jaguars select Corridor Eta.”

“Clan Jade Falcon?”

“Corridor Alpha,” answered Khan Elias Crichell as his new saKhan—Timur Malthus—sat beside him.

“Clan Star Adder?”

“Corridor Zeta.”

“Clan Steel Viper?”

“Corridor Gamma.”

“Clan Hell’s Horses?”

“Corridor Beta.”

“Clan Fire Mandrill?”

“Corridor Theta.”

“Clan Ghost Bear?”

“Corridor Epsilon.”

“Which leaves Corridor Delta for Clan Wolf,” Yvonne continued.  “Now, as to the Reserve Clans.  Clan Wolf?”

Ulric Kerensky stood.  “The Wolves would be honored to share our corridor with Clan Coyote.”

Khan Pavel Kerensky of Clan Coyote looked up in surprise, and then he slowly nodded.  “Clan Coyote will accept the offer of Clan Wolf.  As Nicholas and Andrei were brothers, so too shall be our Clans.”

“Clan Ghost Bear?”

Amanda Tseng stood.  “Clan Ghost Bear honors the Clan that came within one Warrior of earning an active role in the Invasion.  Clan Goliath Scorpion, would you act as our Reserve in Revival?”

Nikolai stood and he solemnly nodded.  “If by sting or by claw, I might protect your back, I shall, Ghost Bear.”

“Clan Fire Mandrill?”

Khan Tanaga stood and laughed.  “No other Clan will choose them, ilKhan—but the Spirits have always cooperated with the Mandrills.  We would ask for them to support us, so that together we might seize Terra and vie for the ilClan between us.”

“Bargained well and done!” snapped Khan McFadden.

“Clan Hell’s Horses?”

Jake Fletcher considered for a moment, and he conferred with his saKhan, the former Loremaster Raphael Mendoza.  “ilKhan, the Herd would ask Clan Snow Raven to join with us, so that their command of the air and space will complement our reign over the land.”

“The Ravens will point you to good pastures, Khan Fletcher,” Khan McKenna replied.  “We accept.”

“Clan Steel Viper?”

Jillian Andrews stood.  “Clan Steel Viper is not weak enough to need a Reserve Clan—nor do we wish one.”

Yvonne stared at the Viper and then she nodded.  “That is your right—but I will assign you a Reserve, Khan Andrews if you do not now select one—and have their Khan accept your invitation.”

“It matters not, ilKhan, since the Vipers will not activate any such Reserve,” and the Viper sat.

“Clan Star Adder,” the ilKhan continued.

Marion Truscott stood.  “The Adders are strong, ilKhan.  But we are not fools.  We would request that our allies, the Cloud Cobras join with us so that we might fufill the purpose of the Clans of Kerensky.”

“With faith and honor, the Cobras will defend the Adders,” Karen Telinov answered.

“Clan Jade Falcon?”

Elias Crichell frowned and then he stood.  “Of the Clans that remain, the Sharks are least disagreeable to us.”

Olivia Sutherland snorted as she stood.  “Khan Crichell certainly knows how to sweep a lady off her feet,” and chuckles arose from the assembly.  “However, the Falcons are more palatable to the Sharks then either of the remaining choices.  We accept.”

“Clan Smoke Jaguar?”

Leo Showers stood.  “We choose the Cats—do not expect to see combat, Khan West.”

“Not until the last drop of Jaguar blood has been spilled, I am sure.  The Cats will be prepared to take your place once your arrogance causes you to fall—but at a high price, Khan Showers.”

“And my Khans having spoken, I hereby assign Clan Ice Hellion to be the Reserve Clan of the Steel Vipers,” Yvonne said; then before anyone could say another word.  “This meeting is hereby adjourned!”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 13, 2012, 07:41:25 PM
Interesting.

You have the Jaguars and the Fire Mandrills in Eta Corridor though.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 13, 2012, 07:57:31 PM
Interesting.

You have the Jaguars and the Fire Mandrills in Eta Corridor though.

Mandrills should be in ZETA; darn that Greek language!  It is now fixed.

EDIT:  I adjusted the Corridor selections a bit.  I think this works better.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 13, 2012, 08:10:37 PM
If any of our map Gurus would like to make a nice map, here is my rough copy.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 13, 2012, 11:01:04 PM
Is this what you are after...
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 13, 2012, 11:23:21 PM
Is this what you are after...

GOOD GOD!  Blacknova, that is . . . gorgeous!  Thank you.  Everyone, please, please, please check out Blacknova's marvelous map.

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: fitzgerald on June 14, 2012, 04:04:51 AM
One suspects that the Delta-Epsilon-Zeta corridors will actually be the best governed, although the Sharks should get along quite well with the Lyran's.

Ah the DCMS and the Smoke Jaguars.  Two foes just made for each other, I hope they die well, but die none the less.

On a story note I'm rather glad the Scorpions didn't get a lead spot, it still re-enforces that fact that even with all their improvements not everything goes their way.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 14, 2012, 01:44:40 PM
Why are we always so hated?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 14, 2012, 02:04:02 PM
You know, after reading back through it, I could imagine the following scenario (if this were a comedy):

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“Now, as to the Reserve Clans.  Clan Wolf?”

Khan Norman Rood jumped up with his hand in the air, hopping up and down.  "Ooh, Ooh!  Pick me!  Pick me!"

Ulric Kerensky stood.  “The Wolves would be honored to share our corridor with Clan Coyote.”

Khan Pavel Kerensky of Clan Coyote looked up in surprise, and then he slowly nodded.  “Clan Coyote will accept the offer of Clan Wolf.  As Nicholas and Andrei were brothers, so too shall be our Clans.”

“Clan Ghost Bear?”

The Hellion Khan rushed to Amanda.  "I'm a good team player!  Pick me!  Pick me!"

Amanda Tseng stood.  “Clan Ghost Bear honors the Clan that came within one Warrior of earning an active role in the Invasion.  Clan Goliath Scorpion, would you act as our Reserve in Revival?”

Nikolai stood and he solemnly nodded.  “If by sting or by claw, I might protect your back, I shall, Ghost Bear.”

“Clan Fire Mandrill?”

"Come on!  Fire and Ice, what's not to love?"

Khan Tanaga stood and laughed.  “No other Clan will choose them, ilKhan—but the Spirits have always cooperated with the Mandrills.  We would ask for them to support us, so that together we might seize Terra and vie for the ilClan between us.”

“Bargained well and done!” snapped Khan McFadden.

“Clan Hell’s Horses?”

"I WANT TO PLAY!  Come on guys, I can fight really, really well!"

Jake Fletcher considered for a moment, and he conferred with his saKhan, the former Loremaster Raphael Mendoza.  “ilKhan, the Herd would ask Clan Snow Raven to join with us, so that their command of the air and space will complement our reign over the land.”

“The Ravens will point you to good pastures, Khan Fletcher,” Khan McKenna replied.  “We accept.”

“Clan Steel Viper?”

Norman changed his tactics, and gave Jillian a puppy-dog smile, complete with a few fake sniffles.

Jillian Andrews stood.  “Clan Steel Viper is not weak enough to need a Reserve Clan—nor do we wish one.”

Yvonne stared at the Viper and then she nodded.  “That is your right—but I will assign you a Reserve, Khan Andrews if you do not now select one—and have their Khan accept your invitation.”

“It matters not, ilKhan, since the Vipers will not activate any such Reserve,” and the Viper sat.

“Clan Star Adder,” the ilKhan continued.

"Look, I know you and the Cobras are good buddies and all that, but we're faster--we can scout for you!"

Marion Truscott stood.  “The Adders are strong, ilKhan.  But we are not fools.  We would request that our allies, the Cloud Cobras join with us so that we might fufill the purpose of the Clans of Kerensky.”

“With faith and honor, the Cobras will defend the Adders,” Karen Telinov answered.

“Clan Jade Falcon?”

"We both have feathers, beaks, and talons!  Come on, Elias . . . PLEASSSSSSSE?"

Elias Crichell frowned and then he stood.  “Of the Clans that remain, the Sharks are least disagreeable to us.”

Olivia Sutherland snorted as she stood.  “Khan Crichell certainly knows how to sweep a lady off her feet,” and chuckles arose from the assembly.  “However, the Falcons are more palatable to the Sharks then either of the remaining choices.  We accept.”

“Clan Smoke Jaguar?”

"Oh, oh, oh, we will kill someone for you?  Pick me?"

Leo Showers stood.  “We choose the Cats—do not expect to see combat, Khan West.”

“Not until the last drop of Jaguar blood has been spilled, I am sure.  The Cats will be prepared to take your place once your arrogance causes you to fall—but at a high price, Khan Showers.”

“And my Khans having spoken, I hereby assign Clan Ice Hellion to be the Reserve Clan of the Steel Vipers,” Yvonne said; then before anyone could say another word.  “This meeting is hereby adjourned!”

"YES!" shouted Norman and he ran back up Jillian.  "We're on the same team; we're on the same team!  Now we need to start to making plans . . . Jillian?  Where are you going?  Is the game starting?"

Anyway . . . that isn't really part of the book, just something I thought was funny.

MA


Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: drakensis on June 14, 2012, 05:44:51 PM
I assume that the last line is trolling on your part?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 14, 2012, 07:38:10 PM
I am assuming Ice is on his way to your house right now to have a tantrum. :)

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 14, 2012, 08:52:04 PM
Shuttle IKSC-001
Strana Mechty Orbitals, Clan Homeworlds
December 8, 3042


“Now, if my Khans would stop grinning like a herd of young surats,” Yvonne spat, “perhaps someone could tell me why I am not getting my work done?  Why I am sitting in aboard this luxuriously appointed shuttlecraft that is heading for the middle of nowhere.”

“Blame the Scorpion for the hedonism, ilKhan,” said Peter McKenna with a smile.  “He insisted.”

Nikolai bowed his head low.  “Everyone needs a little comfort upon occasion, my ilKhan.”

“That does not explain why we are here!” the ilKhan snapped.

“Oh, calm yourself, Yvonne.  The work you are doing can wait for a day; but our gift to you cannot,” said Amanda Tseng.

Yvonne started to say something to the Ghost Bear Khan and then she forced her jaws closed.   She smiled.  “A gift?  Now I am beginning to worry.”

“My gift!” growled Leo Showers.  “Although the other Clans paid the Ravens to restore her to full service—and upgraded her in process," he admitted grudgingly.

Peter McKenna smiled again and he leaned down next to Yvonne and pointed out the starboard porthole.  “There she is, ilKhan Hazen—your new Flagship for the Invasion.”

“My new . . . Flagship?” Yvonne leaned close against the small round window . . . and then a glorious sight came into sight.

From the loneliness of the void, a great ship slowly entered her field of view.  Her hull was a polished sable, adorned with lines of crimson and gold.  Stretching nine hundred meters in length, the cylindrical WarShip had deployed a jump sail twelve hundred meters in diameter, and the reflected light of the star at the heart of the Strana Mechty system illuminated the ship at the center of sail, as the light danced its shimmery reflection across thick hull plates broken only by protruding snouts of weapon emplacements.  Slowly, the shuttle flew a parabola, allowing the ilKhan to see her newest prize, and she gasped in pleasure as the small craft flew past the nose.  A nose where tradition required the Clan’s to paint their namesake in stunning color, but for this ship, the only adornment was a single Dagger-Star.  And her name, printed in golden letters ten meters tall.

“Victory,” Yvonne whispered.  “You named her Victory.”

“I suggested Our Silver Lady of Pain and Suffering,” Nikolai said with a grin, “but the others overruled me.  I cannot imagine why.”

Something clicked in Yvonne’s head and her eyes grew wide.  Peter McKenna nodded, and he said, sotte voce, to the other Khans, “She’s just figured out what ship this is.”

“That is the Quicksilver Mongoose!  She’s not operational!”

“Please, my dear Yvonne,” Peter said dryly.  “As Khan Showers said, we have fully restored her, and indeed made her stronger.  She’s a little light for a battleship, but she is more than a match for any battlecruiser in the Clan inventory.  We increased her docking collars to six, expanded her flight deck to accommodate an entire OmniFighter Trinary from the Ebon Keshik, she carries a Trinary of Marine Elementals—in addition to the Elemental of the Ebon Keshik—as well.  We even added five small craft, of which this shuttle is but one.”

“Her original armor package was completely removed, replaced with twice the tonnage of lamellar ferro-carbide, and we installed a new, fully functional, and highly efficient cooling and power distribution system—Victory will have few problems keeping her guns in action, ilKhan.  Speaking of guns, we gutted the original armament package; she now carries fifty-eight Medium-class Naval PPCs, in twelve four-gun and two five-gun batteries, that serve as her long-range bite; in close she has eight Class 20 Naval Autocannon.  For anti-fighter work, she has thirty-two twin Large Pulse Laser turrets spaced across the ship.”

“Her fuel tankage was tripled and she has full quarters aboard for your staff—including an Operations Center to coordinate the Invasion and an HPG.  We added Lithium-Fusion batteries, and despite all of that, she still carries a sizable amount of free space for cargo, my ilKhan.”  Peter chuckled.  “She is not really a Du Shi Wang-class anymore; especially since we lengthened her hull by fifty-one meters and added a hundred thousand tons of mass.  Oh, and do not worry—we did not cut her thrust.  She will still outrun most cruisers in service and she maneuvers like a dream.  No, ilKhan, Victory is no old SLDF hand-me-down of a Capellan toy; she is a very capable and lethal ship.”

“And since she is technically a battleship,” Nikolai said, “that will make you the only Khan to fly his or flag aboard a dreadnought during the Invasion.”

The ilKhan remained at the window until the shuttle slide within one of the cavernous flight decks.  “Well, then.  Shall we take a tour, my Khans?” she asked with a smile.


ilKhan’s Stateroom, CIKS Victory
Strana Mechty Orbitals, Clan Homeworlds
December 8, 3042


“And now that everyone else has departed, you two wished to speak with me in private?” Yvonne said as the stars slowly rotated outside her bay windows that provided a spectacular view of the planet.  Housed within one of the ship’s four Grav Decks, her palatial quarters were fit for any ilKhan—but her Khans well knew of her tastes and it was decorated in a rather . . . spartan fashion.

“We wish to inform the ilKhan that there will be a change in status for Rondane,” Nikolai said as Amanda sipped a tall golden lager.

“A change in status?”

“Yes, ilKhan Hazen.  The Ghost Bears will be joining the Scorpions on Rondane—we have provided them with one of the three habitable continents to serve as an enclave.”

“Fredotto was not to your liking after all, Khan Tseng?”

“Four Clans share Fredotto—and between the quarrelling that is happening, our factories are woefully behind schedule.  I have already ordered my Clan to evacuate to Rondane and we will let the Spirits, Cats, and Mandrills fight for what is left.”

“Very well, this is an internal matter, but I will note that you have both informed me.”  Yvonne paused and shook her head.  “But that cannot be the only reason you asked to see me.”

“The ilKhan’s eyes are keen.  As you know, Clan Ghost Bear has been assigned Crellacor, Gustrel, and Star's End in the Bandit Kingdoms to pacify before the Invasion.  We . . . have an unorthodox solution that you need to be aware of before another Clan decides to surprise you with it.”

“Destroying them from orbit is not an option, I should not have to remind you, quineg?”

“Neg,” answered Nikolai.  “We propose nothing so radical.  Once the Ghost Bears have eliminated the bandits and pirates that call these worlds home, we will be removing and relocating the remaining population.   After all, there are only fifty thousand men, women, and children spread across all three of these worlds—we intend to ship them back to Rondane.  When they have been removed, we will remove all trace of human settlement and restore these worlds to their original pristine conditions, retaining any useful equipment.  Once the civilians have adjusted to life on Rondane, they will find they are in a . . . far better condition.  And it will keep all of our eggs in a single Periphery basket, my ilKhan.”

Yvonne smiled.  “Why do I feel that no other Khan will come to me with such a measure.  Bravo, Khan of the Ghost Bears.  You and Nikolai have discovered a means to reduce your pre-Invasion Garrisons, without diminishing your wealth at all.  You will still lay claim to these systems?”

“Aff.  And they will be patrolled, although such patrols will also be supply convoys en route from Rondane to Corridor Epsilon,” the Ghost Bear answered.  “But there is one final matter, a most grave one.”

“And that is?”

Amanda and Nikolai looked at each other.  “ilKhan,” Nikolai began.  “We will be using the third continent of Rondane, whose very small population is currently being moved to one of our enclaves, as a training grounds for the forces of our two Clans assigned to the Invasion.”

“I see no problem with that, Khan Djerassi.”

“ilKhan Hazen, we are suspending the use of live munitions during these training exercises, and will be making extensive use of simulators as well to create environmental conditions not present on Rondane.  My Scorpions will be played the OpFor for Amanda's Bears, and we will operating, in simulation, as SLDF units with their doctrine, weapons, and regulations.”

“And that is a bird of a different feather,” Yvonne’s face pinched and she rubbed her temples.  “I hope you realize, Nikolai, in many ways I preferred the old predictable Scorpions.  Some days I just want to shoot you.  Why?”

The Ghost Bear Khan adjusted in her seat.  “I too was not convinced until Nikolai and I spoke at length.  ilKhan, it makes no sense to subject our Warriors who have already proved their courage and skill in battle to death or dismemberment in training exercises where we can avoid it.  And by having my Clan's Warriors fight against opponents that are not heeding the Clan way, they will become accustomed to the stiff fighting they can expect in the Inner Sphere.  But this is the matter that, if they find out, will cause certain other Clans to race immediately to your desk, demanding our heads.”

“For good reason—Nicholas shunned the use of simulators for eliminating the danger inherent in actual live combat.  Simulators are not our way.  And you are proposing to act as if you were not Clan.  That alone is damning, Nikolai.”

Nikolai nodded.  “Yet, the Founder did not eliminate all simulators—and formations on long-duration assignments where it is impracticable for live-fire exercises can use simulators.  My Loremaster has checked, and there is no actual regulation against the use of simulators in the Martial Code, ilKhan.  There is only a very strong cultural bias that Nicholas Kerensky fostered.  And we will act in our role as faux Inner Sphere forces only in simulation, ilKhan Hazen.”

“Both of you support this?”

“Aff,” each Khan answered, and Yvonne nodded.  “Very well.  You have informed me as ilKhan of how your training regime on Rondane is operating.  In the event that any Khan discovers this, I will inform the Grand Council of Khans that both of you, prior to this training regime, informed me personally.  And that having examined the Martial Code, I am in agreement with your Loremaster.  She is correct, Nikolai, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“Good.  I will verify that reading of the Martial Code myself.  In the meantime . . . do not speak of this to anyone else.  That is an order, my Khans.  Train your Warriors in the methods you trust—but do not push other Clans to do the same.  Is that understood?”

“Aff.”

“Good.  And Nikolai, your Scorpions had best be acting in this fashion in simulators only.  Because I cannot and I will not save you if I discover they are doing so against live Clan opponents.  Now, I have work to get to—more work, thanks to the two of you; and each of you have a Clan to run.  Good night, my Khans.”

The Scorpion and the Bear bowed lowed.  “Rest well, my ilKhan,” each answered.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on June 14, 2012, 09:54:02 PM
“Now, if Khans would stop grinning like a herd of Cheshire Cats Young Surats,” Yvonne spat.

Fixed.

Just seemed like a better, in-character fit.  ;D
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 14, 2012, 11:48:30 PM
Part II

“I know well my orders from Kerlin . . . but the pain and wounds of Misery is too raw.  Too bitter.  How can I help these Lords who do not even honor their own Warriors?  How I can give them the tools to fight the Clans, when all they would do is turn them on each other?  My spies within the NAIS have told me of the discovery of the Helm Memory Core.  Good.  At least now they will begin redeveloping on their own, without my input.  I could go to Hanse Davion tomorrow.  Share with him everything; and lead the Federated Suns assault that would utterly destroy the House of Kurita.  But would it end there?  For now, I do nothing; nothing but rebuild my shattered Dragoons.  And I pray to a God I do not believe in, that Kerlin manages to hold them back.”

—Jamie Wolf, private journal entry, October 14, 3031


Chapter Three

Wolf’s Dragoons Headquarters, Harlech
Outreach, Federated Suns
October 17, 3037


“Jamie Wolf,” the holographic image of Kerlin War began, “it has been long since you heard my voice.  And now you hear the voice of a man who will have been dead for more than a year.  I have sent to you the Warriors whose absence I can conceal; they are now assigned to you and bear with them a limited amount of supplies, new war material, and a complete technological database.  Events here in the Homeworlds have taken a turn for the worse; I can no longer delay the Invasion.  It will happen and it will happen soon.”

“Perhaps not this year, nor the next; the Trial I fight tomorrow may suffice to buy you a few more years, but not many.  To protect the people of the Inner Sphere, we must take action.  It is time.  We are coming.  There will be no succor; the Wardens have proven to be as . . . enthusiastic as Crusaders.  The Inner Sphere must now defend itself, with your aid and support.  You must prepare them, Jamie Wolf.  I wish you success.”

The recording ended and the holoprojector cut off.  Six officers of the Wolf’s Dragoons sat around the table, and none made a single sound to break the silence.  Jamie Wolf sat the head of the table, with Kelly Yukinov to his right and Natasha Kerensky to his left.  Followed by Irwin Tyrell, Jason Carmody, and last, but not least, J. Elliot Jamison sat at the foot, facing his old friend and commander.  Anton Rand, the officer appointed to command Beta Regiment, was currently off Outreach on assignment with his troops.

Only a handful of men and women seated at the table were part of the original Dragoons, but all had been thoroughly briefed on the capabilities of the Clans—and their goals.  Now, they looked at one another in stunned silence.

“Star Captain Gregor was dispatched with an old Invader-class JumpShip.  In addition to one cargo dropper, his vessel carried two Union-Cs, each with Trinary of Free-birth Warriors and their BattleMechs—second-line BattleMechs.  According to his report, Kerlin informed him that the Scorpions had their own recon force in the Inner Sphere since our reports ceased.  And when it was discovered, they saved their own hides by killing the leaders responsible and released the information they had assembled.  That very information has sparked a frenzy among the Clans, and they will be coming soon,” said Jamie Wolf without any expression on his face.

“The question today, Dragoons, is how do we respond?”

Kelly Yukinov cleared his throat.  “Alpha Regiment is at 100%, as is Beta although they are on contract at the moment.  In addition, we have the Black Widow Battalion and Zeta Battalion on-line and ready.  Gamma is in the process of reforming, but we haven't even started with Delta or Epsilon yet.”

“I can have Gamma ready in two weeks, Colonel,” spat Irwin Tyrell.  “I’ll step up the training schedule and we will get it done.”

Jamie held up a hand.  “We will probably have a few years yet to finish restoring the Dragoons to fighting trim.  That wasn’t what I meant.”

Natasha nodded.  “It depends, Jamie,” she said bluntly.  “Kerlin’s dead—he said so himself.  We can pretend we never got his order about sharing tech with the Inner Sphere, wait, and return to the Clans when the recall order arrives.  Or, we quit pussy-footing around and go all in.  You can’t have it both ways anymore.”

Wolf slowly nodded.  “This decision is too important for me to make alone.  Do we return to the Clans or do we fufill Kerlin’s final orders?”

For several long seconds no one spoke and then Kelly Yukinov nodded his head.  “The Inner Sphere is my home now, Colonel.  I’ll go back if you order it; but not otherwise.”

“I was born here, Colonel," growled Tyrell.  "I say we get the rest of the team up and running and then kick some Clanner ass."

“Easier said than done, Irwin,” added Commodore Carmody another of the original Dragoons.  “I can’t say that I want to see Clan castes imposed over Inner Sphere, Colonel.”

“J. Elliot?” Jamie whispered.

“I want to see the Homeworlds again before I die, Jamie.  That being said, I do not want to see these worlds transformed into the Homeworlds.”

“Natasha?”

“Just give me a target, Jamie.  Clan or Inner Sphere it makes no difference.”

Jamie stared at the table for several minutes and then he nodded.  “Jas—take whatever technicians and engineers you need; if we do not have enough JumpShips on station hire some.  Return to our cache and recover the WarShips and all remaining supplies.  Kelly, I want 7th Kommando assigned to Carmody as marines and give him an aerospace fighter group.”

Both men nodded.

“And I need one JumpShip and a Dropper for myself—and Natasha.”

“Yes, sir.  Will you need an escort?”

“No.”

“Where are we going, Jamie?” the Black Widow asked coquettishly.

“To see Hanse Davion about stopping a war before it starts.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 15, 2012, 01:52:27 AM
Hmmm Those traitorous wolves imagine what the other clans would do if they found out.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 15, 2012, 12:56:44 PM
I am assuming Ice is on his way to your house right now to have a tantrum. :)

He is already dead, he just doesn't know it  ;)

And I don't see what is so shocking about the training sessions between the Ghost Bears and the Goliath Scorpions as they did the same for the Wolf's Dragoons and if I remember right, there is also an OpFor unit in the Star Adders.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 15, 2012, 01:00:49 PM
Sure, but those training sessions were probably live-fire, just like ALL Clan field exercises.  Here, they are actually using simulators and the Scorpions are pretending to act in a manner different from Clan tradition.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on June 15, 2012, 01:16:50 PM
Interesting to see if Jamie can stop Hanse from starting the War of 3039.

If he does, it would certainly leave the FedCom in a stronger position, but what about the Combine? Could we see Theodore's Ghost Regiments making their debut against the Clans rather than the AFFC? What about Theodore's reforms or the Rasalhague Republic? Not sure we're going to see their like with an invasion on the way.

Lastly, what about the old LCAF? They needed the serious trouncing of 3039 to get them to accept some of the AFFS's more "progressive" means of prosecuting war.

Hmm...really interesting stuff here MA. Looking forward to what comes next.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 15, 2012, 03:35:51 PM
The Fox’s Den, Palace of the First Prince, Avalon City
New Avalon, Federated Suns
October 28, 3037


Hanse and Melissa stood as members of the 1st Royal Guards and the 1st Davion Guards ushered Jamie Wolf and Natasha Kerensky into the opulent office buried deep beneath the New Avalon palace.  “Colonel Wolf,” the First Prince said as he extended his hand.  “I understand that you made the journey from Outreach to here in just eleven days over my command circuit to Tikonov.”  He smiled.  “Some of my officers resent you commandeering an asset of the AFFS without any explanation—I trust that you had a good reason, however.”

“I do, Your Highness,” Jamie said with bow.  “Madame, you are as lovely today as you were on your wedding day,” he continued to Melissa, who just smiled and extended her hand towards a pair of seats—the guards did not leave the room, but the armed Guards remained at the door.  Jamie frowned, then he extended his hand to the remaining two men in the room.  “Quintus, Morgan.  Your Highness, I will need the guards to exit.”

Hanse cocked one eyebrow in surprise, and he glanced over at Morgan Hasek-Davion, the Marshall of the Federated Suns who shrugged in turn.  “If they meant to kill you, the guards would only manage to avenge you, Hanse.  And I doubt that is the reason Jamie Wolf has journeyed here.”

“Out,” Hanse ordered, and the two guards bowed and exited the office, closing the door behind them.

“Now what exactly is this about, Colonel Wolf?”

“On April 11th, 3005, the Wolf’s Dragoons jumped into the Delos system of the Federated Suns.  At the time, rumors were rife that we were not from the Inner Sphere.  People claimed that my boys and girls were the remnants of the SLDF, or were an expedition from a Periphery power, and those rumors persisted for years.  Over time, they gradually became less hysterical and today only a few people even remember the consternation the appearance of my five Regiments caused.”

Jamie paused and then he looked Hanse Davion directly in the eyes.  “Those rumors were true, Your Highness.”

Melissa leaned forward, eager to hear more about this mystery that had always intrigued her, but Hanse, Quintus, and Morgan had faces which were all but unreadable.  “Go on,” Hanse finally said.

“Far beyond the borders of the most distant known Periphery state, General Kerensky led the SLDF into exile.  At long last, he found a group of worlds which were marginally habitable and he founded the Star League in Exile.  I won’t bore you with the comprehensive history of my people,” and Melissa frowned, which caused Jamie to chuckle.  “I will provide Her Highness with a full download of that history, however.”

Hanse smiled as he lifted Melissa’s hand and cradled it within his own grip.

“The Star League in Exile did not last long—the same pressures that caused your Succession Wars ripped through Kerensky’s exiles.  General DeChavilier was killed in an uprising by former soldiers discharged from the SLDF, and soon thereafter General Kerensky died of a heart attack.”

Jamie’s eyes misted and grew distant.  “The Pentagon Civil War was fought with such a ferocity that its makes the First Succession War pale in comparison; my people only survived because General Kerensky’s son Nicholas—oh, yes, he had a wife and two children that he kept hidden—took the forces loyal to him on a Second Exodus to a nearby cluster of worlds not involved in the fighting.  And there, while the old SLDF burnt itself out, Nicholas Kerensky forged a new society.”

“He reordered our culture and he instituted a meritocracy based upon skill and knowledge, and on Strana Mechty he founded the Clans.  Twenty strong we once were, although two have been absorbed by other more powerful Clans, and one was Annihilated, its name stricken from our histories for treason.  After years of making preparations, the Clans returned to the Pentagon worlds and we conquered what was left of the Star League in Exile.  In general, the people were so happy that someone was ending the wars that they followed Nicholas without question.  And the Clans began to change.  The society of merit originally envisioned became one of castes—oh, it was possible to change the caste based on trials and tests, but as time passed it became more and more difficult.  Our scientists and engineers developed weapons technology that makes the Star League equipment you are rediscovering from the Helm Core look like children’s play-toys.  And we engineered our own genes.”

At this, Morgan jumped.  “Genetic engineering?  You have altered DNA?”

“Aff,” replied Jamie Wolf, before he grimaced.  “That is, affirmative, Marshall Hasek-Davion.  We also developed technology that allowed for embryos to be . . . grown . . . in artificial wombs.  Such individuals, like Colonel Kerensky here, are known as True-born.  I am a free-birth, born of woman, although my genes have been improved as well.”

“Our society has divorced so much that is important—there is no love, no marriage, only duty to the Clan.  Everything is oriented to supporting the Warriors who are the highest of castes.  It is a society that has no use for the weak, no use for those who cannot produce.  We euthanize those who are too sick, to infirm, who cannot contribute.  The lowest castes live on rations, permitted no literature, no art, no history.”

“Our society is an abomination, Your Highness.”

“You and your men fled then?” Hanse asked.

“No,” Jamie answered as he shook his head sadly.  “You see, my people believe that the Great Father promised us that when we grew strong, we—the Clans—the chosen people of Aleksandyr Kerensky and his son Nicholas, would return here.  And we would reform the Star League and rule forever over those who cast us out.  My Dragoon’s were sent here to conduct reconnaissance.”

“I see,” whispered the First Prince of the Federated Suns, and Jamie shook his head.

“We stopped sending reports back in 3020, on our second so-called ‘supply run’, Your Highness.  My Khan—as the head of a Clan is known—at the time ordered that we stand ready to defend the Inner Sphere against a future invasion.  We have had no further contact with the Clans, until less than three weeks ago.”

Quintus sat up.  “Are you saying that we can expect an invasion in the Outback, Colonel Wolf?”

“Neg-, ah, no, Minister Allard.  The Dragoon’s took a circuitous route to disguise our point of origin.  When the Invasion comes, there will be no such duplicity.  They will strike directly at the shortest distance between our worlds; they will strike the Lyran Commonwealth and the Draconis Combine.”

The antique clock on the mantle slowly ticked and tocked as the seconds passed with no one saying a word.  “Why are you telling me this?” asked the Fox.

“The time has come for me to get skin in the game, Your Highness.  I will not allow the Clans to conquer the Inner Sphere and establish their hegemony over all its peoples.  Therefore, I am offering you access to our technological databases and our historical knowledge of the Clans, how they form their units, how they fight, how they conduct themselves.  On one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You must abort your planned offensive against the Draconis Combine,” Jamie answered quietly.

“You have helped plan this operation, Jamie!” Hanse thundered.  “Now, you demand we just stop?  We have a chance to eliminate the Kuritas once and for all, and then with the resources at our disposal, the Federated Commonwealth can defend the Inner Sphere!”

“Your Highness, the Invasion is coming.  It might happen in two short years; it might not occur for another decade.  What if they launch their attack when you and Takashi are bleeding each other white?  Who then will defend the Inner Sphere?”

Morgan shook his head.  “You have seventeen of these Clans, Colonel Wolf.  How much military force can they really project—operating at the end of a supply line a year or more in length?”

“Marshall Hasek-Davion, as of 1 January of this year, the seventeen Clans of Kerensky, according to the transmission I received, can field in excess of four hundred Clusters—a unit smaller than your Regiments, but with the firepower to defeat an entire RCT or two by themselves.  And the Clans never lost WarShip technology, Morgan.  There are at least two hundred on active duty in the Clans, with perhaps another hundred in mothball reserves.”

Hanse’s jaw dropped, and Morgan sat back, while Quintus slowly nodded.  “But they cannot deploy all of that, can they Colonel Wolf?”

“Do they need to, Minister Allard?” Jamie asked, then he shook his head.  “But Quintus is right, Your Highness.  They will commit four-to-six Clans on a broad front.  Perhaps seventy-to-one hundred Clusters in total.  And you will need two hundred Regiments and RCTs to stop them.”

“I see your point, Colonel Wolf,” Hanse answered.  “What exactly can you provide us with—technically speaking?”

“I can solve your current problems with replicating Star League technology, Hanse.  There are . . . certain manufacturing techniques that remain beyond you, but my people can help the NAIS develop their prototypes into working components for field units very quickly.  And I have six WarShips of my own.”

Morgan’s eyes bulged.  “You . . . have . . . SIX WARSHIPS?”

“They are en route to Outreach as we speak.  But Hanse Davion, for this to work, we must pool our efforts.  And that means we must speak with not only Katrina Steiner, but . . .” and Jamie winced as he considered what he was about to say, “but we must also include Takashi Kurita and Thomas Marik.  And Candace Liao.”

“Candace?  I love my daughter-in-law, Colonel Wolf,” said Quintus, “but she rules only the St. Ives Compact.  Don’t you mean Romano?”

“No.  Romano will never help you, Hanse.  NEVER.  It is time to end her rule once and for all—and allow Candace to reform a friendly Capellan Confederation that can send troops to defend humanity.”

The Fox slowly nodded.  “I would ask you to remain my guest, Colonel Wolf, for a few days while we discuss this.  It is safe to say that you have turned our worlds completely upside down, after all.”

Natasha Kerensky laughed.  “Hanse Davion, this is far less upsetting than seeing your wife’s realm; well, your mother-in-law’s realm, lose a hundred worlds and three dozen RCTs and THEN finding out we knew what was coming all along.  Why just think, your sons and daughter might have been old enough to be posted to some detachment that got overrun.  Think about how unnerving THAT might have been.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on June 15, 2012, 04:40:36 PM
Nice bit there at the end.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on June 15, 2012, 04:45:14 PM
Very small minor recommendation. Ditch the hand patting. It seems to come a little less as fondness for a life partner and more as something one would show to a pet. A simple small, a caress, whatever. I know it seems really specific, but it seems to mark Melissa as secondary status to Hanse, which is a trend that has always annoyed me. It reads well other than that.

Also, I assume that you are putting the "no art/no literature" vibe out there to differentiate your Clans from canon? Because this is definitely not true in canon material. If so, then by all means, continue. I'm just trying to get it clarified. :)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 15, 2012, 04:54:26 PM
Well, Jamie is talking about the lowest of the Laborer caste, DM.  Certainly, the Merchants, Scientists, and Warriors have their own arts, culture, and literature, even outside of the epic Remembrance.  I will fix the Hanse showing physical affection for Melissa part.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on June 15, 2012, 05:26:46 PM
For shear shock value I like Jamie over simplifying the Clans by turning them into alien boogeymen. After all, he only has one shot. Maybe, a ten minute face-to-face meeting to convince the Prince, his wife and his top advisers of the threat the Clans pose.

The gravity of the situation and what Jamie is ultimately asking the Prince to do meant cutting some "corners" for effect. All things considered, saying the Clans abhor art is appropriate for the situation.

You don't cry wolf and then pause to explain in detail every fiber of its coat. That part comes later, after the wolf becomes a nice pelt blanket.  ;)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on June 15, 2012, 06:01:18 PM
Well, Jamie is talking about the lowest of the Laborer caste, DM.

Even the Laborers do. At least they have mass-produced art and literature available. Warriors of Kerensky talks very clearly about (the hysterical) Adventures of Clan Spaniel and his other anthropomorphic friends*.

*No, that's not the actual name, I'm just going from memory. I'm not saying that they'll have anything major, but it is something to consider.

If you're looking to kill off that aspect as a key difference, (or if Jamie is simply using it for agitprop) like I said, go for it. :)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 15, 2012, 06:31:22 PM
Well it seems like jaime started something but if Clans strike fast we can win. Seyla
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 15, 2012, 09:47:20 PM
AFFS Headquarters Complex, Mount Baden
New Avalon, Federated Suns
October 30, 3037


“Colonel Kerensky, are all Clan true-born Warriors as good at piloting a ‘Mech as you?” Morgan asked the woman who was swearing at a reluctant holoprojector.

“They wish, Morgan,” she said with a yelp as there was a sudden buzz of electricity and a sharp smell of ozone.  “I am exceptional even among the Clans—and I thought I told you to call me Natasha.”

“My apologies, Natasha.”

“Seriously, there are plenty of Clan Warriors who are almost as good as I am—the problem being most of them don’t have nearly enough experience.” She shook her head and laughed.  “I am far past my prime amongst the Clans; they would have sent me into a suicide Solahma unit years ago.”  She stopped and sat up and shook her head.  “Which, from a certain point of view, is exactly where I have been assigned since Anton killed . . . never mind.  I’ve searched for Death all these years and have never been able to make him ask me out—but I’ve given him plenty of business all the same.”

Morgan paused for a moment, and then he finally asked the question.  “Just how old are you, Natasha?”

The Black Widow blinked her auburn eye lashes.  “Didn’t your mother tell you never to ask a woman her age, Morgan?”  But then she laughed.  “I was decanted in 2973.  By 3003, at the age of 30 I was a Star Colonel commanding a Cluster of 45 BattleMechs, 75 Elementals, and 30 Aerospace Fighters.  I just turned 64 this year.  How old did you think I am?”

Morgan considered her and then he nodded.  “Early forties—at the most.”

“You sweet flatterer,” she chuckled while making the final adjustments to the holographic projector.  “There, that’s got it.”

The projector whined for a moment, and Natasha frowned; she stepped back and kicked the unit, and its diagnostic lights went crazy, and then it began to hum to life, and started to project an image.  “It’s all in knowing how to talk to the damn things, Morgan.”

The holographic image stabilized and Morgan whistled.  “I think your scale is off a bit, Natasha.”

The Black Widow frowned and then she laughed.  “No, Morgan.  That is Glen Fetladral; now, talk about stamina!  He was selected for this database because he is average in height and weight for a Warrior of the Elemental phenotype.”

“Average?” Morgan gasped.  “Natasha, he’s standing seven feet with no footwear!”

“Seven feet, two inches,” she answered with a snort.  “Some Elementals have been known to reach 7’6” and massed over two hundred kilograms, Morgan.  We bred the Elemental phenotype to serve as infantry, and they do that very, very well.”  She clicked the remote and the image shifted to hard angles of metal and composites, a mirrored visor, and blacked snouts of weapon systems.  “And this is the Elemental battle armor that they wear in combat—top speed of thirty two point four kilometers per hour, 90 meter jump capacity, two launch tubes for SRM missiles, each with a single reload, an anti-personnel gauss rifle in either the right or left fore-arm that replaces the battle claw, forty shots stored in a magazine pack attached to his back, while the other arm carries a battle claw, a cutting torch, and a laser carbine.  The armor is solid enough to take a PPC hit, although the Warrior within will probably suffer grievous bodily damage.  The integral pharmacopeia will feed coagulants and painkillers and stimulants into his system to keep him functioning even after taking such extreme levels of damage.  The armor is sealed with a substance we call HarJel, which seals the Warrior within from leaks in aquatic or vacuum environments—and prevents the penetration of war gasses.”  Natasha smiled.  “You have absolutely no experience with Clan infantry, Morgan, so you better learn quick or they will kill you dead.”

“Natasha,” the Marshall of the AFFS said slowly, “what exactly is an anti-personnel gauss rifle?”

She laughed again.  “Picture a weapon that masses a half-ton, Morgan.  It deals the same damage to ‘Mechs and vehicles as a Small Laser and is approximately half as effective against infantry as machine-guns.  Now give it the range of a medium laser.  And the ammunition is not explosive.  That’s an APG, Morgan.”  She paused as the Marshall and his subordinates simply stared at her.  “The weapon itself will detonate if damaged, but for a pittance of damage; and it tends to burn through ammunition quickly with only 20% the capacity per ton vis-a-vis MG ammo.  Clan ‘Mechs tend to mount them in pairs for anti-personnel work—and every Elemental carries one.”

She paused to give Morgan and his staff time to absorb the information.  “Elementals operate in five-man units we call Points.  And they are far more mobile their own speed and jump jets indicate.  All Clan OmniMechs include equipment on their outer surface for a point of Elementals to ride them into combat.  A favorite tactic is to close with your opponent and let your Elementals jump across to him—where they cut their way into her cockpit with battle claws and cutting torches.  Even without missiles or the APG, Elementals can rip their way through ‘Mech armor like a hot knife through butter.”

She clicked the remote again.  “And this, ladies and gentlemen, is a Timber Wolf:  seventy-five tons of death and destruction with the speed of a Dragon, the range of a Blackjack, the firepower of an Atlas, and the armor of an Orion.  You children might want to take notes, because there will be a quiz at the end of class—and be grateful this isn’t a Homeworlds sibko:  they train with live fire and average 50% of the class killed before graduation.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 15, 2012, 09:58:17 PM
Look how quickly the traitorous wolves help the tainted
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: drakensis on June 16, 2012, 01:41:37 AM
The AFFS/AFFC rank is Marshal not Marshall.

Morgan's such a flatterer - AFFS records would show Natasha as a lance commander in 3005 so she'd have to be late forties at the best.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 16, 2012, 03:02:49 AM
Why would Natasha agree so easily to go with the Inner Sphere? In cannon, she left for the Clans.

And regarding the training regimen, I didn't find any evidence saying the Wol's Dragoons were trained in a different way.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 16, 2012, 02:27:37 PM
The Fox’s Den, Palace of the First Prince, Avalon City
New Avalon, Federated Suns
December 17, 3037


The Den was rather crowded today, with not only Hanse and Melissa, but also Quintus, his son Justin and daughter-in-law Candace Allard-Liao (the sovereign ruler of the St. Ives Compact), Morgan Hasek-Davion, Jamie Wolf, and Colonel Sean Campbell, the senior officer of the Northwind Highlanders, along with the senior Elder of Northwind, Colonel Fiona Chattan.   Hanse’s cousin—and one of his most loyal officers—Stephen Davion was also present.

All of those present had been briefed by Jamie Wolf, and a pall hung over the room.  “So this is why you want to me to overthrow Romano and her spawn, and take back the Celestial Throne for myself,” Candace said softly.  “So that you might remove a thorn in your side that you can ill afford—and gain some of my troops, Capellan troops, to defend Katrina Steiner’s realm.”

“It is, Duchess Liao,” Hanse answered her calmly.  “And for doing this, I will restore our borders to the pre-4th War status, in part.  Your northern border will be on the line of Styk-Shensi-Hunan-Menkar.  We will keep the remainder of your former worlds.”

Candace answered, “I recognize that your Federated Commonwealth has an interest in retaining the Terran Corridor, and I will respect that interest, Prince Davion.  Your territorial claims, however, go far beyond keeping the Corridor intact.  I will consider nothing less than a new border on the line of Tall Trees-Hsien-Nanking, Arboris-Azha-Hamal-Yangtze- . . . and Tikonov.”

Hanse actually blinked.  Then he leaned forward.  “I would be glad to draw the line just south of those Federated Commonwealth worlds, Candace,” he said softly and with more than hint of menace in his voice.

“I was thinking more along the lines of the border being north of those systems.  Hanse,” she answered, omitting his honorific as he had hers.  "It will not be enough for me just to depose Romano and her children; I must show the Capellan people that I, not my father, not my sister, not all the warring generations that have feuded with your House back to Elias Liao, but I have accomplish a deed through diplomacy that could not be done through force of arms.  I will require that you transfer New Aragon, Algot, Halloran V, Demeter, Almach, Mesartim, Mira, and Chesterton from the Federated Suns to the Capellan Confederation and foreswear any claim on these systems forever more!”

The room stood still, even as Hanse worked his jaw, his face flushing red, and he shook his head.  “I hope that I did not hear you correctly, Candace?  Those systems were not part of the Confederation pre-war; those are Federated Suns worlds!”

“Worlds that your ancestors took by force, Hanse.  You want a peaceful border with the Confederation—then give back what your ancestors seized.  We will have peace when these Chesterton worlds become part of the Capellan people once again!”

“Who the Hell do you thi-“ Hanse Davion exploded and started to stand, but he stopped at a single word from wife.  “Hanse!” she snapped.

Melissa waited until her husband sat once again and she nodded.  “Go on, Candace,” she said calmly.

Duchess Liao nodded at Melissa.  “I can give you a peaceful and secure border, Prince Davion,” she continued.  “But I will not be your puppet—no more than I would the puppet of Father.  If I am to be Chancellor, then I will be Chancellor and I must give my people a symbol that shows them they are not defeated.”

She paused and gripped her husband’s hand tightly, and her face twisted in pain momentarily, but then the stoic façade she wore rose again.  “And to prove that, I will bind together our Houses in blood, Hanse Davion:  I pledge that my son, Kai Allard-Liao, will take as his bride your daughter Katherine Steiner-Davion, uniting once and for all our peoples.  And that upon the day of his ascension to the Celestial Throne, the Capellan Confederation will officially join with the Federated Commonwealth as an associated power.”

Melissa jerked, her face turning white with shock.  “She’s FIVE!” she wailed.

“And Kai is but seven.  We have years yet before they will be wed, Melissa.  And do not forget that all of this began with a promise of your hand in marriage to Hanse Davion.” Candace said calmly.

Hanse slowly nodded.  “Anything else?  You want me to conqueror the Taurian Concordat and give those worlds to you as well?”

Candace smiled.  “Nothing of the sort.  But there is one more matter before I will agree, Prince Davion.”

“And that is?”

“Give Northwind her independence.”

Fiona Chattan and Sean Campbell jerked, and Candace’s grin grew broader.  “Your Highlanders never gained their freedom while in service to my predecessors, Colonels.  But I remember well their promises to you.  When I am Chancellor, I hope that you might consider serving once again the House of Liao; until then I wish to see you chart your own course separate and independent.  Much like Outreach is technically no longer part of your realm, Prince Davion.  These gallant warriors and their world will belong to no one other than themselves.  Colonel Campbell,” she continued, “even if you choose never to accept another contract with the Confederation, I will have need of your Highlanders to remove Romano—and you might exact a small measure of revenge for all that she has done against you and your Elders.  And should the First Prince agree, I will offer to rebuild the Stuart Highlanders, if he restores the 3rd Kearny; so that your roster is once again complete.”

Hanse winced.  But he nodded.  "On the priviso that the Highlanders accept no contract pitting them against the Federated Commonwealth."

"On the proviso that the Highlanders accept no contract to assault, raid, or invade a Federated Commonwealth world; they will be free to accept any defensive assignments from whomever they wish," Candace added, smiling at Hanse.

The First Prince's skin flushed again, but he nodded.  "Acceptable."

“Aye,” the mustached Colonel answered.  “Lass, I cannae answer for the Regiments, not on this issue, not with nary a meeting of the Clan Elders and the officers.  But as for putting paid to that black-hearted woman on Sian, aye; that we can do.”

Hanse looked at his advisors, and one by one each nodded their—grudging—agreement.  At last he looked to his wife, and she too nodded.  “Fine.  We will hammer out a formal agreement to be signed, but you have a deal, Candace Allard-Liao.  On one condition.”

Everyone winced, but Candace only smiled.  “And that is?” she echoed the First Prince.

“The Federated Commonwealth will receive 50% of the total production from Tikonov, including at least one-half of the BattleMech production.”

The Duchess of St. Ives inhaled sharply, but then she slowly nodded her head.  “Done.”

Hanse stood, and everyone else came to their feet as well.  “In that case, we will let you start your discussions on what you will need, Chancellor Liao, in order to liberate your throne.  I have contracted with Colonel Wolf for his available units—they are at your disposal.  Good day,” he finished as he extended his arm to his wife and the two of them exited the room.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on June 16, 2012, 03:29:31 PM
Now that's the Candace I always wanted to see.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 16, 2012, 08:25:02 PM
Imperial Palace, Imperial City
Luthien, Draconis Combine
December 20, 3037


“Ah, Theodore,” Takashi Kurita growled as he rose from his seat behind the polished desk of teak, trimmed in jade.  “My Gunji-no-Kanrei answers my summons swiftly.”

Theodore bowed low.  “As Lord Kurita commands, I obey, Father.”

“It was not always so, my son,” Takashi whispered.  And then he sat back down at his desk, gesturing towards a chair.  “I have received a . . . most unusual communication, and I would have your thoughts on it.”

The younger samurai did not speak, but he only bowed his slightly, and Takashi nodded.  “Would that you always had the sense to realize that sometimes words only get in the way of more important matters.”  The Coordinator of the Draconis Combine pressed a button hidden beneath the edge of the desk and dark blinders lowered over the windows, the lights growing dim; a holographic projection shimmered into existence and froze.

Theodore Kurita swallowed heavily, because the figure depicted within that hologram was none other than Jamie Wolf—the man who had provoked the Dragon into ruinous action at Misery, Glenmora, Harrow’s Sun, Wapakoneta, and Crossing.  The man his father hated above all others in the entire universe—even above Hanse Davion.

“Hai!” chuckled Takashi.  “You see now why I asked you here.  ComStar delivered this message in less than twenty-four hours.  Our friend has also informed me that a similar message was sent to Atreus.  Observe, my son.”

The projection began to play and Wolf’s image bowed low—a perfect and precise bow held for exactly the correct amount of time.  “Lord Kurita,” the image said, “I once swore that the next time I spoke to you would be at the moment of your death; I am casting that now aside.  Not because I do not hate you for what you did to Minobu Tetsuhara, or what you tried to do to my Dragoon’s, but because I find that I . . . must request your assistance, Lord Kurita.”

Theodore sucked in his breath, but he didn’t say a word.

“A storm is rising, Lord Kurita.  It is a storm which threatens not only your realm, but all of the Inner Sphere.  Kerensky’s children are coming home.”  Jamie paused and he nodded sharply.  “I am one of them, sent here to provide recon data for my people prior to their Invasion.  I long since changed my allegiances to that of the Inner Sphere, but my people are coming, Lord Kurita.  With might of arms not seen since the Fall of the Star League.”

“I have information to share with you, with First Prince Davion, with Archon Steiner, with Captain-General Marik, and with Chancellor Liao.  Alone, none of us will survive the coming tsunami; together we might prevail.”  The holographic image knelt before the camera recording this.  “My people have a custom called surkairede, the rite of forgiveness.  I put aside my hatred, my oath of vengeance against you, Lord Kurita, and I ask that we might forgive each other.  If the Dragon stands with us in defense of the Inner Sphere, we may prevail.  If not, we are each destined to become slaves to their might.”

“On March 30th of 3038, I hope that you and your son Theodore will meet with me, the Primus of ComStar, and the other four leaders of the Great Houses of the Inner Sphere on the planet Northwind, Lore Kurita.  I beg of you to lay aside, for now, your anger; because we need you and we need your samurai to have a fighting chance at life and freedom.  I have included in this transmission a small briefing paper on the Clans of Kerensky, as my former people are known.”  Jamie Wolf stood.

“I grant you my word, that you, your son, and your retinue will have safe conduct to this meeting of the Great Houses, and on your return home.”

The transmission ended.

Theodore considered the information given in the transmission; he collected and ordered his thoughts and Takashi remained silent until his son looked up.  “It could be a trap, Father, but what if it is not?”

“Hai.  Walk with me in the gardens, my son.” Takashi said as he stood and slowly walked to the door.  Theodore followed the old man out into the corridor and down a flight of stairs, then through a pair of double doors that opened upon a serene garden, filled with cherry trees full of blossoms, the gurgling of running water, the chirps of birds in all their varied splendor of plumage.  The son followed the father in silence as Takashi ambled through the garden slowly, listening and inhaling the scents, enjoying the sight of the blossoms set loose upon the wind as a breeze wafted down past the stone walls.

“How many Coordinators have walked in this garden, seeking answers to questions of honor and giri, my son?  It was giri, duty, which kept me focused on being a Coordinator instead of a husband, a father.  And in the process, I did not see the boy become a man.  A fine, fine man,” Takashi said as he laid one hand on Theodore’s shoulder.

“If it is a trap, we will face it as Kuritas,” the Coordinator said with conviction.  “If Wolf speaks the truth, however, we must prepare for in that case, all the conflicts we have waged in the past will be that of children playing at being soldier.”

“Regardless, Theodore, you and I must come to terms.  If there is war coming, I cannot fight it.  I cannot lead our armies into battle.  That role will fall to youI will unite the Combine and exhort them to remember our honor and our history—but it must you who wields my sword.”

Takashi paused.  “Could this be another scheme by the Fox to draw our attention away?  Another wedding on Terra?”

“I do not believe so, Father,” answered Theodore.  “There have no movements of troops towards our borders—either in the Suns or the Commonwealth.  Our agents have reported no increase in logistical efforts—if it is a scheme, it is a bold one.”

“Hai.  The Fox has always been bold and he has been a gambler upon occasion.  No, if he were aiming a blow at us, there would be units already in motion.  We shall attend this gathering on Northwind—convey that response to Jamie Wolf with my voice.  We will depart in a few weeks time—make what preparations you need, my son.”

Theodore bowed low and he turned to leave his father as the old man reached out his hand plucked a cherry blossom from the closest tree.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 16, 2012, 09:54:41 PM
ComStar First Circuit
Hilton Head, Terra
December 20, 3037


Myndo Waterly’s eyes narrowed as the transmission from Hanse Davion came to an end.  “He is calling for a meeting with every House Lord?  Has this been confirmed?”

Charles Seneca shook his head.  “So far, there has been no reported transmission to Sian, Primus.  We have confirmed the contents of the messages sent to Atreus, Tharkad, Rasalhague, and Luthien, however.  The Luthien message was sent by Jamie Wolf . . . and might prove interesting for your viewing, Primus.”

Precentor ROM pressed a stud on a remote and the stored transmission of Jamie Wolf played in the dimly lit chamber of the First Circuit.  Several of the Precentors present gasped when Wolf revealed his origins—and when he spoke of the threat of the returning Star League.

“So here too, did Julian fail,” the Primus whispered. 

“If the Star League returns, how can we . . . our Blessed Order . . . we cannot fight them!”

“Be silent you fool before I have you sent for reeducation!” Myndo snapped.  “The Star League Defense Force voluntarily left—they abandoned us.  They have no claim on Terra or the Inner Sphere any longer—and if they do not know the Word of Blake, then they are heretics and apostates as well.  Your thoughts, Precentor Martial?”

“I have only questions, Primus,” answered Anastasius Focht.

“You were appointed as the commander of the ComGuards two years ago!  I expect more than questions from you!”

Focht bowed his head.  “Primus, if I may suggest, perhaps we should attend this conference.  To gain more information; although I believe that Precentor ROM has already downloaded the briefing material Wolf sent to Luthien.”

“And that material said what, Precentor ROM?” Myndo asked acidly.

“My analysts are pouring over it in detail now, Primus,” Seneca answered.  “We should be ready to brief you in the morning, Primus.”

The nostrils of the Primus of ComStar flared as she inhaled deeply.  “I need not remind any of you that our goal is to prevent the unification of the Inner Sphere behind Hanse Davion and his bride.  Redouble your efforts, Precentor ROM—we must have reliable information before we act.  In the meantime, Precentor Martial, step up your training cycles for the ComGuard and prepare to accompany me to Northwind in three months time.”

“It will be done, Primus,” Focht answered.  “If I may make a suggestion?”

“Speak.”

“These . . . remnants of the SLDF might well have Star League technology long extinct in the Inner Sphere—except for our own Blessed Forces, praise Blake.  If they do, they may well possess WarShips, Primus.  I would request that we begin to restore our own Fleet and see to our defenses; as a precautionary measure.”

“Do you realize the cost of such an effort!” Precentor Bryant screamed.

“Yes, Precentor, I am quite aware of the fiscal cost . . . are you aware of the military and political cost of having a WarShip in orbit with nothing to fight it with?  I believe that cost is even higher, one might say total.”

“You have three WarShips, Precentor Martial,” the Primus began, but she stopped in shock as Focht interrupted her.

“And the SLDF left the Inner Sphere with four hundred, if I might remind the Primus.  Now, I certainly do not suggest that this force that sent the Wolf’s Dragoons—with ‘Mechs no one alive could identify within their ranks—possesses all of those ships that departed.  It is likely that they suffered losses over the years, even if they did not fight anyone.  And given the combat prowess of Jamie Wolf and his Dragoon’s, I would imagine they did fight wars out there.  But even if they lost ninety percent of what left on the Exodus, that still leaves thirty-six WarShips, Primus.  Which could be pitted against your three.”

“I see,” Myndo said even as she seethed.  “Open the naval depots and begin the reactivation of every ship contained within, Precentor Martial.  But I think you would best be served by devoting your attention to the ComGuards.  I shall be appointing a Precentor Naval to oversee our ships.”

And he will be loyal to me, she thought.  And Myndo smiled.

“As the Primus commands,” Focht answered.

“This is not the end, brethren in Blake,” Myndo intoned from her podium.  “This is perhaps the greatest opportunity ComStar has ever had to end the abomination of the Federated Commonwealth.  It is an opportunity that we shall seize.  The Inner Sphere will only be united under our rule, in the name and at the Word of Blake.”

“Blessed be Blake!”

And the Precentors answered her.  “Blessed be Blake!”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 17, 2012, 03:56:53 AM
Divide and you will be able to rule (old Blake's wisdom  :P)

Just a small mistake, it is Jaime Wolf and not Jamie Wolf.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 17, 2012, 09:55:22 AM
Primus Waterly looks to be an unexpected blessing to the Clans if she gets her way even if it is only partially.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on June 17, 2012, 10:23:16 AM
Waterly was always a blessing to the Clans. Pretty much ever action she took (other than letting Frederick have his head on Tukayyid) since their arrival has done nothing but help them. It's that very idea that led me to a long-forgotten AU, where ComStar was directly complicit with the Clans.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 17, 2012, 11:01:16 AM
Divide and you will be able to rule (old Blake's wisdom  :P)

Just a small mistake, it is Jaime Wolf and not Jamie Wolf.

Some days I really hate FASA old spelling of names.  LOL

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 17, 2012, 12:25:52 PM
She makes Hitler and Stalin look sane and compassionate
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on June 17, 2012, 01:23:59 PM
Some days I really hate FASA old spelling of names.  LOL

Considering he looks like a certain Scottish actor who played a Russian sub commander, why not give him a Spanish style pronunciation? :D
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 17, 2012, 06:42:41 PM
War Room, Celestial Palace, The Forbidden City
Sian, Capellan Confederation
January 17, 3038


“What is so urgent it could not wait until morning?” Romano Liao asked as she stormed into the deeply buried bunker under the Palace Complex.

Senior Colonel Martin Golan bowed deeply.  “I beg your forgiveness, Celestial Wisdom.  Hostile forces have entered the Sian system and will in position to begin landing operations in forty-two minutes.”

“WHAT FORCES?” Romano thundered.

“We have confirmation on the 1st and 2nd Kearny Highlanders, Marion’s Highlanders, and McCormack’s Fusiliers—it appears that all four Regiments of the Northwind Highlanders have returned, Celestial Wisdom.”

“New transponder identities confirmed,” announced one of the technicians.  “Alpha Regiment of Wolf’s Dragoons; Black Widow Battalion, Wolf’s Dragoons; Zeta Battalion, Wolf’s Dragoons; 1st St. Ives Lancers; 2nd St. Ives Lancers; St. Ives Cheveau Legers; Devon’s Armored Cavalry; Shepard’s Mounted Fusiliers; the Blackwind Lancers; Justina’s Cuirassiers,” the technician ended and he noted the stunned silence in the room and added just two words, “Celestial Wisdom.”

Romano looked over the frightened men and women within the room with disgust.  “So, my sister has decided to try and take away my throne, has she?” she whispered.  “Colonel Golan; you will send the planetary defense forces to their highest state of alert.  I want these traitors under fire from the moment they arrive in orbit to the time they draw their final breath.”

“I have already sent the alert on my own initiative, Celestial Wisdom,” he said with a deep bow.

“Did you?” the Chancellor purred.  “Perhaps I will let you live after all, Colonel Golan.  Now defend my capital.”

She turned on her heel and exited to where her paramour Tsen Shang waited.  He fell in lockstep with her as she pressed on into the palace complex.  “That fool will never hold Candace back,” she whispered.

“Shall I remove him?”

“No.  Candace is a whore but she is no fool.  She has stripped her realm bare to bring this much force against me—Sian cannot hold.  We will utilize the final solution.”

Tseng grinned as kept pace with her.  “I have experts who will swear upon their last that it was Candace who detonated the device.”

“Good.  Let us gather the children and board the DropShip.  When these troops take Sian we will destroy them and the capital—and then we can rebuild.  Fire cleanses all, Tseng.”

“Yes, Celestial Wisdom,” he said as the two of them reached the nursery.  Romano gasped, and then she smiled at the sight which awaited.  Her daughter’s latest puppy swayed back and forth on the end of long wire attached to the ceiling; one paw kicking reflexively, although it was certainly dead.

“KALI!” she screeched, and the little girl came running; she stopped before her mother and curtseyed, as her older brother—all of six—followed at a safe distance.  “Kali, did you hang your bitch Candace again?”

“Yes, Mother,” she answered.  And Romano smiled.  “Good girl,” she said and she hugged her daughter.  “Come children, we must make haste.”

**************************************************************************

Adjacent to the palace there was a hidden silo, and within that silo a fast Seeker-class DropShip.  The faceless guards with their mirrored visors snapped to attention as Romano, Shang, and the children passed.  This ship was kept here, ready to launch on a moment’s notice at her command; it waited for precisely this event.  The ramp retracted and the doors sealed behind the Chancellor as she boarded and she crossed over the elevator that led to her mobile command center.

In seconds the car halted and the doors opened; she stepped out onto the tiles of polished wood that covered the deck surface and keyed the intercom.  “This is the Chancellor.  Lift off and take us to the rendezvous, Captain.”

But there was no answer.  Romano frowned, and then her chair—her throne—slowly turned around to reveal Candace Liao sitting there, holding a sub-machine gun in her lap.

“Hello, sister,” Candace said.

“So, the invasion is a distraction—while you crawl in like a thief to assassinate me,” Romano spat.

“Surrender, Romano; you cannot win.”

“But I can, dear sister.  I am willing to die for my beliefs,” she said as one hand darted out and hit a hidden button—but nothing happened.

“I disconnected your detonator to the suicide nuke you had stashed away, Romano,” Candace quietly said.  “And there are no intact comms aboard this ship for you transmit your command for The Forbidden City to burn.”

“I have only but to yell, and my guards will be here atop of you, Candace.”

“Really?  Please yell, Romano.”

Romano’s consort gave an inarticulate cry and he clawed for his holster, but a ruby beam of laser energy tore through his chest from behind a screen.  And Justin Xiang Allard-Liao stepped into the light.

“Do you spread your legs for Hanse Davion as well, Candace?” Romano spat, fingering the hilt of the dagger hidden up her sleeve.

“It is good to see you, Romano,” Justin said.  “Don’t worry; this will all be over very shortly.  And your children will be raised by proper human beings instead of soulless monsters.”

“My children, Justin?  You will never corrupt my innocent children,” Romano spat and the knife slid into her hand, slicing Sun-Tzu along the forearm as the Chancellor grabbed Kali and held the blade at her throat.  She smiled as she slit her daughter’s throat from ear-to-ear, as Justin stared in horror, shock keeping him from firing.  Candace noticed that young Sun Tzu was frothing at the mouth, and he started going into convulsions on the floor.

“Poison.  How so like you Romano; if you cannot win you will destroy the game.”

“They were my brats—I have the right to determine their fate.”

Candace raised the SMG and slid off the safety.  “Not anymore, sister.  Good bye,” she finished as she tightened her finger on the trigger and the weapon barked, dozens of bullets riddling Romano Liao until she lay in a pool of blood.

The new Chancellor dropped the weapon and she thumbed a switch on her chair.  “Establish communications with Colonel Golan, Captain.  Let’s see if they still want a fight.  I will be ont he bridge momentarily.”

“By your command, Celestial Wisdom,” her commando’s voice came back from the bridge of the ship.

Candace sat back, and she gazed upon the bodies of her dead sister, her dead nephew, her dead niece.  “Justin, make certain the guards take proper care of the bodies,” she said as she stood.

“Of course, Candace,” he whispered as his wife, the Chancellor of the Capellan Confederation walked out through the hatch and made her way towards the bridge.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 17, 2012, 08:49:30 PM
ComStar First Circuit
Hilton Head, Terra
January 23, 3038


It was late in the evening, well past midnight in fact, but Gregory Zwick had been summoned here, to the First Circuit itself.  Gregory didn’t question the order—one didn’t do that in Myndo Waterly’s ComStar—but he was not surprised to find the First Circuit empty, cold, and dim.

“Demi-Precentor Gregory Zwick, reporting as ordered!” he snapped anyway.

“Excellent,” purred a voice hidden in the darkness.  And the Primus brought up the lights to reveal the chamber empty except for her and Zwick.

“Primus,” Gregory said with a bow.

“Demi-Precentor Zwick, I understand that you have a fascination for ancient ships?”

“I served aboard Narbonne once, Primus.  I yearn to one day command such a grand vessel.”

Myndo nodded.  Her ROM files indicated the man before her was utterly loyal, a dedicated follower of Blake, and next in line for command of an independent exploration JumpShip.  She nodded to herself, and motioned for Zwick to accompany her as she turned to leave the First Circuit behind.

Gregory did so—of course!—and he trailed behind her without a word as she led him through empty offices and waiting rooms, and then finally into a well-appointed parlor.  “Do you drink, Demi-Precentor?” she asked as she poured herself a small glass.

“In moderation only, Primus; and only when I am not on duty.  I am technically still on duty this evening,” he answered.  The Primus smiled again as she sat and motioned for Gregory to take a seat for himself.

“Demi-Precentor Zwick, I am concerned that our Precentor Martial is becoming too diverted to concentrate upon what should be his steadfast focus on my ComGuards.  The rigors of the naval environment are something which he never trained for—and he has not the love of the ships in his blood.  But you do.”  She smiled, and Gregory sat very, very still.

“I am thinking of appointing you as Precentor Naval, Gregory Zwick, with orders to prepare the Fleets of ComStar.  I want all of our ships ready for service as quickly as humanly possible.”

Gregory’s jaw dropped.  “ALL of our ships, Primus?”

“Is there a problem with, Precentor Naval?”

The newly promoted naval officer nodded his head slowly.  “Primus, we have three actual WarShips on active duty, all Dante-class frigates, plus another six Faslane-class Mobile Repair Yards.  Four of those yards are deployed on distant stations.  Titan is . . . Primus, the Titan Yards are ninety percent inactive at the moment.  There simply hasn’t been a reason to run them at anything approaching normal level of operation, Star Level normal levels.”

 He paused and he considered.   â€œWe have two Faslanes in the reserve Fleet Yards at Luyten 68-28 and Ross 248.  Those ships are operational, and our first priority will be to reactive the two Newgrange-class Mobile Repair Yards while bringing Titan fully back on-line.  This will take at least a year to assemble the manpower and complete the work.  Only then can we start activating the ships.”  He paused and considered again, nodding his head.

“At the moment, we have one battleship, one troop cruiser, five battle cruisers, three heavy cruisers, five cruisers, four frigates, twenty-seven destroyers, and seven corvettes at the two Reserve Yards and in other caches.  Our next step will be to active the last Dante-class we have in the Reserve and convert all four of these ships into training vessels as we begin reactivation.”  He shook his head.  “Primus we can pull many engineers and technicians from our JumpShip Fleet, but there are multiple roles aboard a WarShip that must be filled by specialized personnel.  We will require time to train them.”

Myndo smiled and she nodded.  “How long?”

“Two years, perhaps three before we can even think about activating additional WarShips.   By then, we will have run four, maybe six classes through the Dantes, and our Mobile Repair Yards will have finished their refit on the next four ships—I would recommend cruisers or heavy cruisers, so that our personnel can start getting experience.  By that time, our remaining Faslanes will have returned Terra, and we can start to restore eight ships at a time, getting their K/F drives working so that Titan can do the real hard labor.  Five years from now, we might have twelve or fourteen ships in service—give me a decade and I can restore and man thirty or thirty-five ships.  Fifteen years and everything we have will be on active duty.”

“But it will be very expensive, Primus,” Gregory finished.

“Yes.  It will, Precentor Naval.  That is not your concern, for the First Circuit has already authorized me to appoint you and reactivate our Fleet.  I will give you a decade Precentor Naval, a decade to have all of our ships restored.  Do not fail me.”

“Primus, it will be all but impossible to res-. . .”

“All things are possible with sufficient faith in Blake, Precentor Naval.  Should I rethink my decision to appoint you?”

Gregory stood and he bowed low.  “I will have your ships available within the decade, Primus,” he said.

“Good.  And if you do not, Precentor Naval, remember there are ambitious young Adepts and Demi-Precentors and Precentors out there looking for your job.  Do not give me a reason to have you sent to Tierra del Fuego for reeducation, Precentor Naval.  You may depart and get to work on your assigned tasks.  Now, Precentor Naval.”

Gregory bowed his way out of the door, and then he started walking for the exit.  Time to get off Hilton Head and back in space, he thought!  And even if I can’t make the horse sing, I’ve got ten years to play with honest to God WarShips!

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 17, 2012, 11:00:56 PM
I just had a thought, would not a ship representing all the Clans carry an SLS designator?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 17, 2012, 11:23:47 PM
I just had a thought, would not a ship representing all the Clans carry an SLS designator?

It might.  I did CIKS for Clan ilKhan Ship.  But either works.  Which do you guys like?

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 18, 2012, 12:00:57 AM
Strangely enough, each of the books I just checked, the SLS McKenna's Pride is only ever referred to as the McKenna's Pride, so perhaps their is no overall Clan level designation.

Checked Wars of Reaving, Warriors of Kerensky and Betrayal of Ideals.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 18, 2012, 02:06:43 PM
JumpShip Chrysanthemum
Zenith Jump Point, Northwind
March 24, 3038


“Jump complete, Lord Kurita,” the commander of the JumpShip said with a slight bow towards the Coordinator and his son.  Takashi nodded his head in answer—he had chosen the Monolith-class Chrysanthemum to show his fellow Lords the strength of the Dragon; after all such rare ships were devoted to only the largest of military operations.  And the fact that his ship had nine docking collars had allowed him to bring along his entire Otomo, two full DEST commando teams, two battalions of the 2nd Sword of Light Regiment, an entire aerospace fighter wing and its Vengeance-class carrier, and two assault DropShips (both Achilles)—in addition to his personal Command DropShip.

The corner of the Dragon’s mouth lifted in a smirk.  If Hanse Davion was laying a trap, he would quickly find that Takashi was not so easily ensnared.  Then he frowned.  The ship’s command staff had suddenly stiffed, with officers rushing around to various stations, almost in a state of panic.  The commander’s eyes grew wild and he quietly—but urgently—barked out commands into his headset.

Theodore cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the ship's commander, for he as well noted the change in demeanor.

“Lord Kurita, Gunji-no-kanrei; we are being informed by Northwind Zenith Control that our DropShips will have an escort to the planetary surface; an escort provided by the Wolf’s Dragoons.  I-I,” the man stammered and he shook his head, “if my Lords would observe for themselves.”  He finished with a bowed head.

Curiosity raised, Takashi walked over to a monitor screen, his son at his side.  The crewman seated there pulled up a visual image of the escort as it closed on the Jump Point—and Takashi’s blood ran cold, even as his son spat out a curse.

“Chikushoume,” his son whispered.  “That’s a Sovetskii Soyuz heavy cruiser!”

Takashi grunted.  “I will take your word for it, Theodore.  You built enough models of the old Fleets of the Inner Sphere as a child to know better than I.  And control your language—your time among the criminals is showing through, my son,” he whispered.  And nodded his head in thought.  The WarShip on the screen was painted a flat black, adorned only with a slavering wolf’s jaws emblem of the Dragoons.  So you were speaking the truth, Jaime, he thought to himself.

“My Lord Kurita,” the commander interrupted.  “The vessel is hailing us; they have identified themselves as the Wolf’s Dragoons Ship Athena, and are ready to escort your DropShip to Northwind at your convenience.”

“Send my compliments to Athena, Commander and inform them that will be disengage from our JumpShip in thirty minutes.  Gunji-no-kanrei, I believe that our escorts will not be needed.  Have both DEST teams transferred to my DropShip; they and the Otomo will accompany you and I; the remainder will remain aboard this ship until our return.”

“Hai, father,” his son answered.  Then he stepped close.  “And if Jaime Wolf decides to end this feud once and for all?”

Takashi snorted.  “Then the rest of ships would just add to the number of targets for that vessel.  At least he has not painted a yellow bird on the nose of that monster.  Go, and make certain all in readiness; it appears that we will have much to discuss with the Wolf and the Fox at this conference.”

Theodore Kurita snapped to attention and then he quickly left the bridge of the Monolith, but his father kept staring at the screen.  Staring at a ship long thought extinct and wondering what new revelations would be found on the planet far below. 
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 18, 2012, 08:21:28 PM
The Chamber of Elders, Tara
Northwind
March 30, 3038


Colonel Fiona Chattan, the senior Elder of the assembled Clans of Northwind stood as the last of her invited guests entered the room.  Behind her there hung six banners on the stone wall; each bearing the emblem of one of Regiments of the Northwind Highlanders.  And in the exact center of those six banners marching across the blocks of granite stood an oak stand, holding six scabbards, each with a sheathed Claymore.

“As Speaker of the Elders of Northwind, the spokesman for all which live and work upon this world, I bid you welcome,” she said to the assembly seated at the round table before her.  Hanse Davion and his wife Melissa to her left, followed by Candace Liao and her husband Justin.  Then Thomas Marik, who sat alone, followed by Katrina Steiner—also without a companion.  Haakon Magnusson, the Elected Prince of Rasalhague was next, followed by Takashi Kurita and his son Theodore.  And then, to Fiona’s right sat the Primus of ComStar, accompanied by two of her acolytes, theirs faces shielded behind mirrored visors.

“What is this nonsense?” snarled Myndo Waterly.  “Where is the Chancellor of the Capellan Confederation?   I see the Duchess of St. Ives, but where is her sister?”

“Dead, Primus,” answered Candace, “my sister, her consort, and her children lie dead—and it is my St. Ives Lancers who today guard my capital of Sian.”

Murmurs rose around the table, and Thomas Marik slowly nodded his appreciation; Romano had proven to be more of thorn to him than any other except Hanse Davion, after all; especially when she had encouraged and then actively aided the Andurien worlds to once again secede from his realm.  Of course, that had backfired on her when Canopian and Andurien troops invaded Capellan space; but her hand had been behind, Thomas was certain.

Meanwhile, Myndo Waterly had grown red-faced with anger, as she whispered too loudly to her subordinates, demanding to know why she had not been told.  Several of the Lords seated at the table smiled broadly; seeing the Primus of ComStar embarrass herself in public was a rare treat—and slowly Myndo’s voice trailed off and she grew quiet once more.

“I claim the title of Chancellor of the Capellan Confederation by right of blood ties to the House of Liao which rules it; my brother Tormano has already accepted me as his sovereign and pledged his allegiance.  As have the Warrior Houses of Sian and the Red Lancers.  Further, my Lords and Ladies, I have entered into a peace treaty with the Federated Suns, ending officially our conflict begun in the Fourth Succession War.  As part of the terms of that treaty, the Federated Commonwealth will return the Confederation to its pre-war borders, excep-. . .”

Whispers of excitement arose as those staff not seated at the table allowed their voices to carry too high, but Candace raised her own in irritation, “excepting only the worlds closer to Terra than a line extending from Tall Trees to Tikonov, through the systems of Hsien, Nanking, Arboris, Azha, Hamal, and Yangtze.  In exchange, Prince Davion will transfer the following systems back to the Capellan Confederation:  New Aragon, Algot, Halloran V, Demeter, Almach, Mesartim, Mira, and Chesterton.  As an additional part of this Treaty, Prince Davion has declared Northwind an independent world—and the four currently existing Regiments of Northwind Highlanders have returned to the service of the Chancellor of the Capellan Confederation.  For my part, I have pledged to officially join the Federated Com-“

Once again voices arose, and Myndo Waterly looked absolutely furious as her face drained of all color.

“TO OFFICALLY JOIN,” Candace shouted, and the noise ebbed, “the Federated Commonwealth as an autonomous associated power.  I could have told each of you this over the HPG, but since we were meeting anyway,” she shrugged.  And then she sat.

Takashi Kurita’s face was motionless; there was no outward sign of his emotions.  But his keen mind quickly ran through the permutations, and he slowly nodded in a silent salute.  Well played, Fox, he thought.  If it were not for these Clans and their soon to arrive invasion, you would have the forces you need to deal with me and Thomas once and for all time.  That is if Myndo doesn’t unleash what my son fears that she harbors on veiled Terra.

“Well,” continued Fiona.  “With that out of the way, I shall now depart from your deliberations, my Lords.  But first, allow me to introduce the one who will preside over this assembly:  Jaime Wolf.”

She stepped back, and Hanse Davion along with his wife rose, followed by Candace and Justine, Katrina and Thomas, Haakon Magnusson, and then at last Takashi and his son.  Even Myndo stood, and the Coordinator silently tsked at her expression.  Player’s in the Great Game, Myndo Waterly, he thought to himself, they must control events around them—but before they can do that, they must first control themselves.  You are a poor player upon this stage, full of sound and fury, but signifying nothing.

The Coordinator of the Draconis Combine turned his eyes upon his most hated of foes, Jamie Wolf, as the bearded man shook hands with Colonel Chattan, and then stood at her podium between Myndo and Hanse.  But when the Primus flinched, the Coordinator turned back to her once more, and he could see that she hated Wolf far more than he did—and Takashi Kurita frowned.

The Lords of the Inner Sphere sat once more as Wolf stood there.  “The reason you were all called here today is a simple one at its heart:  Kerensky’s Army is returning home.”  Jaime Wolf held up one hand to stop the questions.  “The story is a long one, and I must ask for your patience.  In 2784, General Aleksandyr Kerensky led the remnants of the Star League Defense Forces away from the Inner in an attempt to keep those units from joining in the madness of the Succession Wars.  No one here knew the true story of what happened once he disappeared into the Deep Periphery.  Until today.  Today, I will relate that tale to you, and present you with the proof that you need to accept that his descendants—my brothers and sisters who call themselves the Clans of Kerensky—are returning to conqueror us all.  It all began . . .”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 18, 2012, 10:11:49 PM
Based on my best guestimates, this is the Capellan Confederation after the Davion Gift.  I amalgamated the remainder of the Sarna March into the Draconis March is various bits, but it could go to the Lyrans, it was just easier to do it that way.

Is this what you had in mind?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on June 18, 2012, 10:13:24 PM
nice!  ;D
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on June 18, 2012, 10:14:52 PM
Very nice, I think that is a good deal for the Capellans. Yes they become the third state of the Federated Commonwealth but they get most of their worlds including Chesterton back without any bloodshed. Sounds like there will be a Terran or Corridor March of the Federated Commonwealth which could be a fourth member of the Alliance. Will the Free Worlds League be far behind?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 18, 2012, 10:17:06 PM
Based on my best guestimates, this is the Capellan Confederation after the Davion Gift.  I amalgamated the remainder of the Sarna March into the Draconis March is various bits, but it could go to the Lyrans, it was just easier to do it that way.

Is this what you had in mind?

Quoting from Apollo 13, you, sir, are a steely-eyed missileman!  Damn, I love your maps, Blacknova.  It's perfect.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 18, 2012, 10:18:26 PM
Thanks, its a nice way to distract myself on a lunch break and I am enjoying this story immensely.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 18, 2012, 10:20:33 PM
I just realised the scale bar is off.  Ignore it for this map as it is inaccurate.  It should reao 0, 85, 170.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on June 18, 2012, 10:24:29 PM
Based on my best guestimates, this is the Capellan Confederation after the Davion Gift.  I amalgamated the remainder of the Sarna March into the Draconis March is various bits, but it could go to the Lyrans, it was just easier to do it that way.

Is this what you had in mind?

My vision for Clarion Call is different than this and I hope to have some map work for you soon Nova. Big issue I'm still going over is the Tikonov Republican Guard and the fate of the Tikonov Free Republic. Without revealing too many juicy details it comes down to the old border of the Republic being within the old Hegemony and not the Tikonov Commonalty as you see here. So what are the sons of Ridzik to do? Stay in the Terran Corridor or go to Tikonov proper? Or do they want it all and in doing so become an obstacle to any such division.

Be interested in what Master Arminas thought and what he is doing here. Of course everyone else is free to chime in too! ;)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 18, 2012, 10:33:35 PM
76 worlds, with 5 major military production centres is going to be a hard sell to both the Federated suns, who conquered the territory and the Lyran Commonwealth, who technically holds those worlds.

This all on the promise of a Liao...

I expect this will have ramifications both in those two states and in the Confederation, where joining the Davion Empire will be met <sarcasm font>with less than total enthusiasm.<sarcasm font/>
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 19, 2012, 05:04:49 PM
The Chamber of Elders, Tara
Northwind
March 30, 3038


“I do not see why this concerns the Free Worlds League at all,” said Thomas Marik after Jaime Wolf had finished with his briefing.  “This . . . threat of Invasion will come, so you say, on the Periphery borders of the Lyran Commonwealth and the Draconis Combine.  This is your problem; seldom enough have your states come to the defense of the League and its peoples—and I shall not commit my forces to defending your realms today.”

“Captain-General Marik,” answered Jaime, “we must all hang together, or we shall most assuredly hang separately.  The Clans will not stop after devouring the Lyran Commonwealth and Draconis Combine; they will keep going until all of humanity is united under their dictatorial rule.  They remember well how your ancestor snubbed General Kerensky and denied him the support of the League during the Amaris Coup—they will come for you as well, Lord Marik.”

“Hah!” barked Thomas.  “Do not try to frighten me or intimidate me, Wolf!  By your own admission, they will commit no more than one hundred of these Clusters—possibly less.   That is just forty-two Regiments of BattleMechs—forty-two!  Even if their weapons are as powerful as you claim, and it takes two or three of our Regiments to fight against them and win, the Lyrans, the Combine, and the Federated Suns alone can quite easily quash this invasion force with just their own forces!  No, the League will not get involved with this . . . foolish excuse to surrender our sovereignty.”

“Have you forgotten that they possess WarShips, Lord Marik?  And that their infantry alone is something from a nightmare that will rip through your ‘Mechs like paper-mache sculptures?”

Katrina Steiner smiled and she shook her head.  “He hasn’t forgotten, Colonel Wolf—he is asking what is in this for him?  Aren’t you Thomas?”

“Bribery will get you little, Katrina,” the Lord of the Free Worlds answered bluntly.

“Oh?  You are immune to bribery, Thomas?” she laughed.  “That alone makes you better than the rest of us.”

“What you could bribe me with, you will not.  You will not return the worlds you seized in the 4th Succession War, nor will you return Bolan to the League.  So, no, dear Katrina, there is nothing which you are willing to do which would coerce me to support this.”

“Not even a complete technical database which explains the recovered Star League technology found in your copy of the Helm Core, Captain-General Marik?” Jaime Wolf said sharply.  “A database which shows exactly how to manufacture those weapons, equipment, and construction materials once used so commonly by the SLDF?”

Myndo Waterly jerked in her seat and if looks could kill, then Jaime Wolf would have been dead a hundred times over.

Thomas snorted.  “My people will unlock the secrets of that core on their own, Jaime Wolf.  You and your masters will have to do better than that if you want the assistance of the League in this matter.”

“Thomas, the Federated Commonwealth has to keep the Terran Corridor open,” Hanse said.  “We cannot give you back those worlds—not all of them.”

“Oh, and which ones would you keep then, Hanse Davion?”

“Alula Australis, Graham IV, Procyon . . . and Oliver.  If that is your price, we will return the remainder to your rule.”

Thomas Marik sat back in his chair.  “It is a start, Lord Davion.”

“Then let us settle this matter once and for all time, Lord Marik,” Katrina began to say, but then she winced in pain; several servants began to cross over towards her but she waved them back down and composed herself.  “Bolan is yours, Thomas.  I will withdraw all Lyran Commonwealth and Federated Commonwealth personnel from it immediately after this conference.”

The Captain-General slowly nodded.  “I will commit only Federal forces—and only a portion of those.  That must be understood.”

“It is,” answered Hanse, but the First Prince of the Federated Suns was still staring at his mother-in-law.  She had not announced publicly the news that she was terminally ill; her physicians gave her a year; perhaps two before the cancer eating away at her would claim her life.  He squeezed Melissa’s hand, but Melissa Steiner-Davion did not let any emotion play across her face.

“Well, then.  If Coordinator Kurita would agree, I will place a portion of the FWLM within the Draconis Combine, as you are already moving to reinforce the Lyran side.  That leaves our newest Lord, Candace Liao to supplement the Free Rasalhague Republic—since you have problems with both Steiner and Kurita, Lord Magnusson,” Thomas continued.

“That is acceptable,” Haakon answered crisply.  “Within reason, Lord Liao; I shall not allow your forces to outnumber my own.”

Candace laughed.  “It will be quite a while before I can spare enough forces to outnumber yours, Lord Magnusson,” she answered.

Jaime Wolf nodded at the Lords seated before him.  “There are many details that remain to be ironed out, but for now I think we have reached a meeting of the minds—tomorrow I have arranged for a demonstration of Clan weapons technology for each of you; bear in mind the units I will be allowing you to handle and observe tomorrow are considered . . . well, they are not quite obsolete, but they are war-machines reserved for garrison use.  Their front-line forces are far more intimidating and lethal, my Lords.”

The Wolf paused, but then Myndo Waterly’s voice cut in.

“There remains one final matter, Jaime Wolf,” she said.  “Your WarShips.  Those ships could alter the balance of power between the Great Houses.  I, must, as the only neutral party present request that you turn those ships over to the control of ComStar, to be used against these Invading Clans as required.”

Jaime’s eyes hardened into flints, and he shook his head.  “Request denied, Primus,” he growled.

Myndo smirked.  “You having these ships will provoke the Lords gathered here into investing tremendous resources in trying to build their own, Jaime Wolf.  ComStar is the only reasonable alternative to field them, on behalf of all mankind.”

“No.  Those ships belong to the Dragoon’s, Primus, and I shall not hand them over to you.”

Her nostrils flared, but she said nothing.

Jaime nodded.  But then Haakon Magnusson spoke up.  “Colonel Wolf,” he began, “you have told us of their numbers and their strengths and that they mean to invade our worlds.  But why?  Why wage a wage where it will take them more than a year’s journey aboard JumpShips to start.  Why are they coming?”

“Lord Magnusson, your realm—and those of Lords Steiner and Kurita—are merely in their way.  The Clans are striking at you not to destroy you, but to determine which Clan among them garners the most honor, glory, and stature as they race for their actual target.  Terra.”

Myndo jerked; the blood drained from her face, and her jaw worked, but she uttered no sound.  “The Clans hold Terra as a sacred world and they seek to claim as their capital.  From there, they will then conquer us all, under the direction of an ilClan, the Clan that seized the seat of the long-dead Star League.  The ilClan will be assigned the worlds of the Hegemony to rule over, while the remaining sixteen Clans divide the rest of the Inner Sphere amongst them, and eventually the Periphery states.  The come, Prince Haakon, because they would impose their society, their culture, and their rule over every free man and woman living.  And only the blood of those free men and women, shed on the field of battle, has a hope of stopping them.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 19, 2012, 05:28:04 PM
Ahh too bad the Primus did not have a heart attack but that would require a heart. Maybe a stroke or a seizure. I hope the Clans arrive soon so that Clan Wolf crimes can be laid bare.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 19, 2012, 06:52:46 PM
Highland Spaceport, Tara
Northwind
April 4, 3038


Jaime Wolf watched as the eye-tearing glares of DropShips ascended in the heavens, each carrying one of the Lords on his or her way home.  His own DropShip waited for him and Natasha . . . and then they would have yeoman’s work ahead of them on Outreach.

“They agreed to more than I thought they would,” the Black Widow said at his side.  “Certainly, I did not think they would go so far as to name you as Supreme Commander and charge you with devising a plan to repel the Clans when they come.”

“But is it enough, Colonel Kerensky?” Jaime mused as the last glowing trace of the drive plumes slowly shrank away.  “We plastered over the fractures and united them with fear—but can they actually work together?”

“Who knows?” Natasha answered with a shrug.  “I’m more worried about ComStar.  Myndo never admitted to having any great numbers of troops—and she committed none to our operations.  We both know what General Kerensky left on Terra long ago . . . and in the deep space naval caches.”

“She’s predictable, Natasha.  Her own troops and her ships she will bring to defend Terra.  The rest of humanity she couldn’t care about in the least—as long as no one else rules over all of them but her.  She will sit and she will wait, and if she sees an opportunity, she will grab it; the consequences be damned.  It is our job to make sure she doesn’t get that opportunity, while we prepare the forces of the Great Houses to defend the Inner Sphere.”

Natasha paused and she turned to face her commander squarely.  “Are you sure of this, Jaime?  I’m more good to you in command of the Black Widow Battalion than this forlorn hope you’ve hatched?”

“No, Natasha.  Shooters I’ve got plenty of—good Colonels are available as well.  You, on the other hand, are a true-born blood-named Warrior of Clan Wolf, bearing what is perhaps one of the prime blood-lineages of Nicolas Kerensky himself.  No, when the recall order comes—and it will come—I want you to answer it.  Return to the Clans and try to convince Ulric Kerensky to stop this madness.”  He smiled.  “At the very least, you will be able to pass me information once you are there.”

“I have no fear of being shot as a traitor, Jaime, but the odds against me even being given a com-,”

“Natasha Kerensky.  You have never played the odds in your entire life.  Knowing you, Ulric will make you Khan—or saKhan at the least.”

She snorted.  “He may well just shoot me.  But, if it is what you want . . . I’ll go.  Damn it!” she snarled.

“What’s wrong?”

“I will need to start watching my language.  You know how they feel about contractions!”

And Jaime Wolf laughed.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 19, 2012, 08:51:52 PM
Here is my take on the territorial concessions made to the Free Worlds League.

One thing these consessions did was to really mess up the anti-spinward parts of the Tamarind March and make the map look quite ugly.  In order to clean that area up I:

1. Put the Teyvareb command in the Periphery March;

2. Put the Herzberg Command in the Tamarind March;

3. Made Soilihull the March capital, as both Bolan (Province Capital) and Cavanaugh II (Operation Area Capital) were removed and Soilihull was the only remaining Operations Area Capital in the March.

What do you think?  Would you prefer the ugly former borders or do you like the cleaner lines of this one.

Also, you have now pissed of the Federation of Skye.  Will the political fall out over these massive consessions, now numbering 82 worlds, a lot of industry and 2 former March Capitals, be examined at all?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 19, 2012, 10:31:58 PM
Chapter Four

“Today we are no longer just warriors who owe their oath to one realm.  Today we begin the process of forging the soldiers of six Realms and scores of Mercenary Commands into a single combined whole whose sole purpose is defend our civilization and our homes against the coming storm.  Here, on this world within the Free Rasalhague Republic, you will begin to learn how to fight and to defeat the Clans of Kerensky when they come.  Victory will not be swift, it will not be without pain and sorrow, and we will know the bitter taste of defeat more than once.  But Warriors!  Today, through your very presence, we have the knowledge that the Lords of the Great Houses have set aside their differences and united in a common goal.  The road before us is long and fraught with grave danger, but know this!  Our Victory is certain.”

—Supreme Commander Jaime Wolf, addressing the Grand Army of the Inner Sphere, Tukayyid, October 14, 3038


Headquarters, Grand Army of the Inner Sphere
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
July 17, 3043


Jaime Wolf, the Supreme Commander of the Grand Army of the Inner Sphere looked up as his aide knocked on the frame of the door.  “You were right, Sir, they sent the recall order,” he said as he handed Wolf the decrypted transmission that arrived less than half an hour ago.

Jaime quickly read it over and he nodded.  Short, sweet, and to the point.  It was orders for the entire Wolf’s Dragoons to rejoin the forces of Clan Wolf at Hohenems no later than October 8, 3043.  The transmission then went on to state that if this rendezvous was impossible to meet, Wolf’s Dragoons were instead to be at Tamar no later than December 30th, 3043.  And the document was signed Ulric Kerensky, Khan of Clan Wolf upon the orders of ilKhan Yvonne Hazen.

They have appointed a Falcon as ilKhan, Wolf thought as he tapped the document pad against his thigh.  He stood and he considered the board which showed his active units.  At the moment, fifty Regiments and Regimental Combat Teams called Tukayyid home.  All that the Houses could spare for the hammer which Wolf had welded together to send the Clans reeling in a counter-offensive once the regular house forces had bloodied them.

House Liao had sent five Regiments; small, but all top quality:  the newly reformed Ariana Grenadiers and 1st Confederation Reserve Cavalry, plus the 1st St. Ives Lancers, Justinia’s Cuirassiers, and the 1st Kearny Highlanders.

Marik’s contribution was even smaller, and here Wolf snorted.  Thomas Marik had dragged his feet for years, but the regiments he had sent to Tukayyid were excellent and well-equipped:  the 1st Free Worlds Guards, the 1st Marik Militia, the 6th Marik Militia, and the 12th Atrean Dragoons.

Melissa Steiner-Davion had been apologetic, but since it was her realm—Katrina having died three years ago come September—she said she needed the majority of her Regiments to defend her people.  Still, six RCTs of the LCAF were assembled:  the 20th Arcturan Guards, 3rd Donegal Guards, 11th Lyran Guards, 15th Lyran Guards, the 1st Lyran Regulars, and the 4th Skye Rangers.

Haakon Magnusson had given Wolf a full twenty percent of his small KungsArmee; but that still amounted to no more than three Regiments.  The 1st Drakons, 1st Kavalleri, and 3rd Freemen were all itching for battle—and those troops had greatly appreciated the ability to learn from more senior regiments gathered here.

House Kurita had sent the largest single contingent, despite the danger represented by the Clans directly invading it.  Theodore Kurita—perhaps Takashi, but Wolf thought Theodore more likely—realized the need to preserve a single unified command with which to throw back the invaders, and he had not stinted on the units assigned.  From the Draconis Combine, Wolf had under his command the 1st and 2nd Genyosha, all five Regiments of the Ryuken, both Night Stalkers Regiments, and the elite 3rd Prosperina Hussars.  Ten Regiments in all.

Hanse Davion had sent eight RCTs and one Regiment.  Not only were many of the Federated Suns regular units already deployed in his wife’s realm, he had held back a sizeable reserve to reinforce the Combine if needed.  Although Takashi swore that he would die before the AFFS came to his rescue.  He could well be right in that, Wolf speculated with a grim grin.  The AFFS contribution was the Federated Suns Armored Cavalry (the only non-RCT sent), the 4th Davion Guards, the Davion Heavy Guards, the 3rd and 7th Crucis Lancers, the 1st New Ivaarsen Chasseurs, the 6th Syrtis Fusiliers, the 1st Kestrel Grenadiers, and the 1st Kathil Uhlans.

The remaining fourteen Regiments worth of troops were all mercenary formations:  Alpha, Beta, and Gamma Regiments from his own Wolf’s Dragoons, plus the Black Widow Battalion, 7th Kommando, and Zeta Battalion; the three regiments of the Eridani Light Horse, all four Regiments of the 12th Vegan Rangers, the 1st Kell Hounds, Hell’s Black Aces, and the St. Cyr Heavy Assault Group.

He nodded briskly.  It should be enough to show the Clans that they cannot simply roll over us.

“Wool-gathering, Jaime?” mocked Natasha from the door.

The Supreme Commander turned to face his subordinate and he smiled at her.  “Natasha, if you don’t think you can pull this off, th- . . .”

“Oh, no.  I think my part of this operation is going to be fun—raising hell in the staid Clan ranks.  No, Jaime, I’m ready for my role.”

“Bid well, Natasha Kerensky of Clan Wolf.  And good luck.”

“Bargained well and done, Jaime Wolf.  I’ll send you back what information I can, when I can, through the network we set up.”  And then without another word, she turned and left the office, to board her DropShip and meet up with the Clan Wolf invasion forces.

Jaime turned to his aide.  “I want a real-time HPG conference set up with all of the House Lords immediately.”

“Yes, sir.”

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 19, 2012, 10:39:14 PM
Here is my take on the territorial concessions made to the Free Worlds League.

One thing these consessions did was to really mess up the anti-spinward parts of the Tamarind March and make the map look quite ugly.  In order to clean that area up I:

1. Put the Teyvareb command in the Periphery March;

2. Put the Herzberg Command in the Tamarind March;

3. Made Soilihull the March capital, as both Bolan (Province Capital) and Cavanaugh II (Operation Area Capital) were removed and Soilihull was the only remaining Operations Area Capital in the March.

What do you think?  Would you prefer the ugly former borders or do you like the cleaner lines of this one.

Also, you have now pissed of the Federation of Skye.  Will the political fall out over these massive consessions, now numbering 82 worlds, a lot of industry and 2 former March Capitals, be examined at all?

The map is wonderful, Blacknova.  The new lines are great.  There weren't THAT many worlds given up to Marik:  just six or seven.  Skye is always pissed about something.  I'm certain there is a tremendous amount of political fallout, but with Morgan Hasek-Davion as the ruler of the Capellan March, I don't see the worlds given to Candace posing a major problem in the AFFS side.  I'm mainly going to concentrate on the central tale, and not get side-tracked into IS politics.  As you will see in my next snippet (already up).

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 19, 2012, 11:05:35 PM
Fair enough, Ryan Steiner always got on my nerves anyway.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 20, 2012, 12:17:53 AM
Little do the traitorous wolves know Ulric is in no position to stop anything and the scorpions can give them the quick sting of death.   Also when I hear the Grand Army I think Star Wars
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 20, 2012, 01:01:26 AM
Headquarters, Grand Army of the Inner Sphere
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
July 17, 3043


The holograms of the six leaders of the Great Houses appeared, along with that of the Primus and her First Circuit.  Real-time transmissions were done but seldom—ComStar charged an exorbitant fee for them, but for this purpose, Jaime had decided it was necessary.

“They have begun assaulting the Bandit Kingdoms along the Lyran, Rasalhague, and Draconis borders, my Lords.  I estimate that we have thirty days, certainly no more than sixty before they will hit us—and hit us hard.”

Myndo snorted.  “They began their attack two days ago, Wolf!  And you need not be concerned about an attack—I have taken steps to ensure that the Clans will never threaten us.”

Jaime stared at the Primus of ComStar for a moment and then he shook his head.  “You have eliminated them as a threat, Primus?  May I ask how?”

She smirked.  “They may call themselves the Clans, but they are only human, Jaime Wolf.  They are subject still to fear and terror and panic when bereft of their leadership on the eve of a major military campaign.  It is my name which will be remember as the champion of humanity who drove back these Clans before they killed even one of our citizens, not yours.  And it took no fifty Regiments of crack troops to do this, Supreme Commander,” she spat.  “All it took was two believers in the Word of Blake and their willingness to deliver and trigger the device under your own Clan’s rules of safe conduct.”

Jaime’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.  “You didn’t!” he snapped.  “Do you know how they will react, Primus?  Didn’t you even read the briefing material I have sent you these past five years?”

“It is not like I am killing a million or two of their civilians, Supreme Commander.  Their leadership is a legitimate military target—and the device is only 220 kilotons.  My people should be meeting with their ilKhan . . . right now in fact.”  She smiled.  “So, as you can see this threat is ended.  Good evening.”

And her transmission ended as the blood drained from Jaime’s face.

Takashi Kurita shook his head.  “How will they react, Wolf?” the older man asked quietly.

“The will go absolutely berserk, Lord Kurita,” Jaime whispered.  “Using a nuclear weapon, to assassinate the ilKhan?  They won’t hold back at all—the gloves will come off all the way.”

“They will not follow this zellbrigen?”

“Lord Kurita, they will probably not even land troops—just glass planets from orbit in their fury to reach Terra and utterly tear it asunder,” Jaime shuddered.  “That woman may have just doomed us all.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 20, 2012, 01:47:17 AM
That bitch is at it again and when the Clans find out the Wolves were partially responsible for this. It will be such a Trial of Annihilation that it will make the Trial against the not-named-clan seem like a beach party
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on June 20, 2012, 06:46:31 AM
Also when I hear the Grand Army I think Star Wars

Funny. I keep thinking of the Grand Army of the Republic: a relic of the American Civil War.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 20, 2012, 06:53:24 AM
I was thinking Napoleon.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 20, 2012, 07:14:49 AM
That name hits lot's of chords
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on June 20, 2012, 10:22:00 AM
I was thinking Grand Ole Opry...wait...
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 20, 2012, 11:22:53 AM
I was thinking Grand Ole Opry...wait...

Banjoes and BattleMechs!  Next fall, ComStar Broadcasting Network will bring you the latest and greatest in all amateur competitions:  Clans Got Talent!  Check your local HPG schedule subscription for details.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 20, 2012, 12:25:23 PM
ComStar First Circuit
Hilton Head, Terra
July 17, 3043


“Primus, we never discussed this option!” Focht thundered as the transmission ceased, and Myndo scowled as she glared at her subordinate.

“I am Primus of ComStar, Precentor Martial! I determine what ComStar does and does not do.  Besides, this isn’t a military operation, it is a political one.”

Charles Seneca, Precentor ROM, also frowned.  “I too was not aware of this, Primus.  I fear, having read the materials Wolf provided, that your actions will precipitate a blood-bath, not end this threat of invasion.”

“I do not need either of you to approve of my actions!” Myndo snapped.  “Consider yourselves both lucky if you are not sent to reeducation!”

Precentor Dieron spoke up.  “You may be Primus, but you rule only on behalf of the First Circuit—we should have been consulted!”

“Sharilar Mori, remember that it was I who made you a member of the First Circuit, and it is I who can remove you from that position!”

Rumbles from the other Precentors, however, made Myndo realize that the odds stacked against her were rapidly rising, so she changed tack.

“But I will not.  Perhaps I should have consulted with this body before I acted, but as I said, this is a political exercise, not a military or intelligence operation.  Precentor ROM, I have certainly read all of the briefing materials and I am quite aware of how these Clans will likely react.  They will respond in a fury that will bleed the Houses white, and tear gaping holes within their own formations.  The sword that Jaime Wolf wields will be dulled in battle over battle as the frenzied and furious Clans throw everything they have in an effort to destroy their dishonorable foes.”  She chuckled and held her hands up to her face in mock surprise.  “Oh, did I forget to tell the House Lords that those who are delivering my device are not claiming to be from ComStar?  That they are the direct personal representatives of Hanse Davion and his wife Melissa Steiner-Davion? That they represent the Federated Commonwealth?”

Myndo laughed.  “The Clans will blame Hanse Davion and Melissa Steiner for the death of their ilKhan and several of their Khans.  They will blame the Federated Commonwealth for the use of a nuclear weapon.  And when the dust settles and both sides are exhausted by years of combat; at that moment, we will unleash our fresh well-trained ComGuards to finish this once and for all!  We will sweep away the Clans and the Great Houses in one fell swoop!  And we will establish our rule, over all of the Inner Sphere!  Blessed be Blake!”

“BLESSED BE BLAKE!”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 20, 2012, 04:17:05 PM
Tricky.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 20, 2012, 06:27:58 PM
CGSS Serket
Star’s End, Near Periphery
July 17, 3043


Nikolai watched as the Ghost Bear DropShips burned into towards one of their first three targets.  He smiled as he watched the escorting OmniFighters tear into the Pirates swarming out from the ramshackle shipyards orbiting over Novo Cressidas, the sole inhabitable body in the system.  The opposition was courageous, to be sure, but sorely outclassed and gravely outnumbered.  And since these were mere bandits and pirates, the Ghost Bears had offered no batchall, nor were they using zellbrigen.  A chain of explosions in the holo-tank showed the demise of the defenders in quick order, but the Bears didn’t even slow; their DropShips plunged into the thin atmosphere of Novo Cressidas to gather up the newest laborers of the Clan.  Nikolai smiled grimly.  It was all over but the crying, he thought.

This could have been a navigational disaster, with the multiple asteroid fields and clouds of debris, but the ships scouting for Silver Sable II had acquired three separate navigational databases used by these pirates—and the Bears had taken full advantage of that asset.  HPG links to the other Clans had indicated that the paucity of opponents had been frustrating—the Jaguars had but one fight on the three worlds assigned to them.  One fight against an ancient Phoenix Hawk and a warrior who came close to defeating her opponent in single combat.  And like the Jaguars were wont to do, they killed her instead of taking her into the Clan to learn from her.  Fools.

Only the Wolves on Oberon VI and Butte’s Hold, the Horses on Gotterdammerung, and the Falcons on Von Strang’s World had experienced significant resistance.   The amount of resistance had been expected—by Nikolai—but Elias Crichell had ignored the warnings and intelligence reports.  The bandits on the world named for Stefan Amaris’ henchman had not managed to stop the Falcons, but they had taken unnecessary causalities from walking straight into an ambush.  The ilKhan was furious and she was engaged in a heated conference with Elias one-on-one, via the HPG links to her flagship here in this central location.  And to make matters worse from the point of view of the prickly Falcon honor, the Horses and the Wolves had paid attention to the pre-strike briefings, and despite heavier opposition they crushed Hendrik Grimm, Redjack Ryan, and Mara Morgraine handily and with little damage.

“New contact!” sang out one of Serket’s crewmen.  “Emergence at the jump point in three, two, one!  Target is Merchant-class JumpShip, two DropShips on collars—they are not broadcasting friendly IFF!”

Star Colonel Nathan Arbuthnot responded instantly.  “Lock weapons on target and broadcast an immediate call for their surrender!  Prepare Star Gamma-One to board that vessel; ready fighters provide escort for the shuttle.”

“Aff, Star Colonel,” his subordinate called out, and then he cocked his head.  “Star Colonel, they are hailing us.”

Nikolai frowned and he zoomed the holotank in on the vessel.  The exterior cameras on Serket magnified the image thousands of times and he frowned as he saw the mailed fist and sword emblem of the Federated Commonwealth displayed on its bow.  A FedCom vessel?  Here?  Were they taken by pirates, perhaps?

“On speaker,” barked the Star Colonel commanding the Scorpion Flagship.

“We request safcon in order to negotiate terms of the surrender of the Inner Sphere.  We bear a message for the ilKhan of the Clans.”

Nikolai jerked.

“Order  them to hold at the jump point—they are to keep their K/F drive off-line and they are not authorized to detach DropShips,” the ship commander barked.  “Should I inform the Flag, my Khan,” he asked.

“Neg, Star Colonel.  Play back that transmission, please,” Nikolai asked.  And Nathan nodded to his juniors; the recording swiftly played again and Nikolai sucked in his breath.

Nathan stepped up close to the Khan.  “Is something wrong, Sir?”

“They asked for safcon, Star Colonel.  Safcon!”

“Aff, they did my Khan.”

“That is a term that only we of the Clans use; how do they know us well enough to be familiar with our colloquial speech?  They should have asked for safe conduct; and how did they know to ask for the ilKhan?  We are outside of their territory, so how did they even know we were here, Star Colonel?”

Nathan nodded, and he turned to stare at the JumpShip floating in the tank.  “A ruse de guerre, my Khan?  Quiaff?”

“Aff, Star Colonel.”  But it means that someone talked, and given the only Clan personnel in the Inner Sphere are Wolf’s Dragoons . . . Nikolai shook his head.  That is for later, he thought.  “Instruct them to hold position while we inform the ilKhan of their arrival.  Let them know we are sending them an escort to ferry their delegation across to this ship, where the ilKhan will meet with them.  Once their DropShip undocks and gets underway, have your Elementals board and capture it and the JumpShip—I want prisoners for interrogation, Star Colonel.  Is that understood?”

“Aff, my Khan.”  He quickly passed Nikolai’s orders as the Scorpion Khan leaned against the holotank, watching the ship with an eagle-eye.  His frown deepened as one of the two DropShips disconnected from the JumpShip and rotated until its bow was pointed in the direction of Serket.  “New orders, Star Colonel.  Engage that ship immediately!” Nikolai barked; a diplomatic delegation would have followed his orders to the letter.

“Engage the DropShip with our starboard battery, all guns fire as they bear!” repeated Star Colonel Arbuthnot.

Nikolai crossed the deck quickly as the intruding DropShip exploded in fury.  “Communications—order the JumpShip and remaining DropShip to stand by and prepare to be boarded,” he said softly.

But before the CommTech could transmit the message, the JumpShip erupted in a blinding glare of light, and radiation alarms began to sound.  Nikolai looked back up to see the holotank stabilizing after the primary sensors were overloaded and the secondary systems came on-line to replace them—and where the JumpShip once sat, there was now only floating debris.

“Nuclear detonation aboard that ship, my Khan,” Nathan reported.  "We—and the Ghost Bear JumpShips—were far enough away from their coordinates that there is little threat of radiation.”

“Hail Victory, Star Colonel and patch the communication to my quarters once the ilKhan is ready to receive my report.”

“Aff, my Khan,” the Star Colonel replied as Nicolai left the ship’s command center.

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 20, 2012, 06:34:31 PM
Well, that went up like a lead baloon.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 20, 2012, 07:02:00 PM
One note:  I have made a minor change in Clan ranks.  Canon has a Star Commodore as being the Naval equivalent of Star Colonel.  But that is a really clumsy title.  Hence, I have done away with it.  Naval ranks are identical to the rest of the Clans, with the exception of Star Admirals (equal to a Galaxy Commander).  So in this universe, a Star Colonel commands a WarShip (although a Star Admiral will command his flag and the remaining vessels of his Naval Star).  Star Commanders/Captains serve as DropShip/JumpShip commanders and junior officers aboard a WarShip.

You may now resume the debate.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on June 20, 2012, 07:38:56 PM
That was a clumsy excuse for a nuke. Silly ComStar nukes are for the Word of Blake.

I don't mind Star Commodore so much but a Captain should command a warship not a Star Colonel. How about using Nova Captain and Nova Commander in context with a naval force? Hell's Horses use them for mixed conventional forces and naval forces are certainly a mix. Just an idea!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on June 20, 2012, 07:45:13 PM
That was a clumsy excuse for a nuke.

It's fitting in the context of this setting. ComStar is pretty much just a clumsy villain so far. I'd prefer to see a bit more depth on them, but that's not my call. I think it works within the confines of the setting.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 20, 2012, 08:34:18 PM
That was a clumsy excuse for a nuke. Silly ComStar nukes are for the Word of Blake.

I don't mind Star Commodore so much but a Captain should command a warship not a Star Colonel. How about using Nova Captain and Nova Commander in context with a naval force? Hell's Horses use them for mixed conventional forces and naval forces are certainly a mix. Just an idea!

That could work, but we have seen (in other sci-fi, specifically Battlestar Galactica) a Colonel serving as XO to the ship's commander.  Stargate SG-1 as well where the ships are USAF and have Colonels in command.  I decided on Star Colonel, because a WarShip should be the equal of a Cluster (in prestige, if not power).

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on June 20, 2012, 09:21:19 PM
That was a clumsy excuse for a nuke. Silly ComStar nukes are for the Word of Blake.

At this point ComStar IS the Word of Blake.

Albeit one with a membership of mixed parts fanatical, practical, indoctrinated and secular.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: drakensis on June 21, 2012, 01:39:29 AM
It fits with Myndo's philosophy: screw paying attention to details, WILL is everything, BLAKE will make it work.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 22, 2012, 12:12:58 AM
Since some people requested a list of all Clan units participating the Invasion, here you go.  I haven’t been able to write much today; I had to help family members with preparing twenty bushels of corn—shucking, silking, and then getting it ready for storage.  So my fingers are a bit frazzled, needless to say.

Next snippet will be up tomorrow.

MA


Clan TO&E, Operation Revival (Scorpio Ascendant AU)

The ilKhan’s Touman

Code: [Select]
The Ebon Keshik Cluster

The ilKhan’s Naval Star

Victory-class BB (Victory—Flagship of the Clans)
Congress-class FF (Semper Fidelis)
Lola III-class DD (Lexington, Yorktown)


Invasion Corridor Alpha
Code: [Select]
Clan Jade Falcon
Turkina Keshik (Elite) (Cluster)

Gamma Galaxy (Jade Falcon Galaxy)
Jade Falcon Guards (Elite)
12th Falcon Regulars Cluster (The Frozen Fears) (Elite)
3rd Falcon Talon Cluster (The Jade Claymores) (Elite)
9th Falcon Talon Cluster (The Falcon Lancers) (Elite)
89th Falcon Striker Cluster (The Justice Falcons) (Veteran)

Delta Galaxy (Gyrfalcon Galaxy)
305th Assault Cluster (The Blood Vision) (Elite)
5th Battle Cluster (The Golden Talons) (Elite)
2nd Falcon Jaegers Cluster (The Frost Falcons) (Elite)
4th Falcon Talon Cluster (Bloody Sunrise) (Veteran)
1st Falcon Striker Cluster (The Pursuing Peregrines) (Elite)

Vau Galaxy (Peregrine Galaxy)
8th Falcon Regulars Cluster (The Scarlet Scythes) (Veteran)
1st Falcon Velites (The Wolf's Bane) (Veteran)
4th Falcon Velites (White Vision) (Veteran)
94th Falcon Striker Cluster (Black Vision) (Veteran)
124th Falcon Striker Cluster (The Blue Demons) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  24

Turkina's Pride Naval Star

Cameron-class BC (Turkina's Pride—Flagship)
Aegis-class CA (Frost Falcon; Hawkeye)
Congress-class FF (Kerensky's Pride)
Whirlwind-class DD (Emerald Tornado)


Clan Diamond Shark (Reserve Clan)

Alpha Galaxy (Deathstrike)
Diamond Skate (Elite)
21st Combined Assault Cluster (Elite)
27th Cruiser Cluster (Flashing Ivory) (Elite)
39th Strike Cluster (The Frenzy) (Elite)

Beta Galaxy (Predator)
Pearl Skate (Elite)
7th Cruiser Cluster (Riptide) (Elite)
6th Strike Cluster (Blood Hunters) (Elite)
42nd Combined Strike Cluster (Gnashers) (Elite)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  16

Deep Hunter Naval Star

Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Nagasawa—Flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Predator; Space Hunter)
Essex-class DD (Sharon; Tracy)

Bounty of the Deep Transport Star

Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Kraken; Red Tide)
Volga-class Transport (Bold Venture; Speculator)


Invasion Corridor Beta
Code: [Select]
Clan Hell's Horses
Alpha Keshik (Elite) (3 Trinary)
Omega Keshik (Elite) (3 Trinary)

Alpha Galaxy (Stampede of Steel)
Alpha Command (Elite) (1 Trinary)
21st Mechanized Assault (Firehorse Cluster) (Elite)
11th Mechanized Cavalry (Blackhorse Cluster) (Elite)
12th mechanized Cavalry (Steelhorse Cluster) (Elite)
22nd Mechanized Strike (Icehorse Cluster) (Elite)

Beta Galaxy (The Apocalypse)
Beta Command (Elite) (1 Trinary)
666th Mechanized Assault (War Cluster) (Elite)
77th Mechanized Cavalry (Famine Cluster) (Elite)
88th Mechanized Cavalry (Death Cluster) (Elite)
333rd Mechanized Strike (Pestilence Cluster) (Elite)

Gamma Galaxy (The Bloodriders)
Gamma Galaxy Command (Veteran) (1 Trinary)
201st Mechanized Assault (Bearslayer Cluster) (Veteran)
87th Mechanized Cavalry (Vindicator Cluster) (Veteran)
45th Mechanized Strike (Worldtaker Cluster) (Veteran)

Delta Galaxy (Riders on the Storm)
Delta Galaxy Command (Veteran) (1 Trinary)
44th Mechanized Assault (Tornado Cluster) (Veteran)
71st Mechanized Cavalry (Thunderstrike Cluster) (Veteran)
82nd Mechanized Strike (Firestorm Cluster) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  18

Red Pegasus Naval Star

Cameron-class BC (Sleipnir—Flagship)
Congress-class FF (Bucephalus)
Lola III-class DD (Black Knight; Gold Knight)

Blood Horse Transport Star

Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Blood Horse; Steel Shield)
Volga-class Transport (Mount Olympus)


Clan Snow Raven (Reserve Clan)
Corvus Keshik (Elite) (cluster)

Alpha Galaxy (Swift Wing Galaxy)
6th Raven Battle Cluster (The Meteors) (Veteran)
1st Raven Dragoon Cluster (The Longshanks) (Elite)
9th Raven Striker Cluster (The Snow Hunters) (Elite)
4th Raven Wing Cluster (The Snow Wing) (Elite)
5th Raven Wing Cluster (The Frost Wing) (Veteran)

Beta Galaxy (Storm Crow Galaxy)
14th Raven Battle Cluster (Thunder Heart Cluster) (Veteran)
5th Raven Dragoon Cluster (The Wind Riders) (Elite)
97th Raven Striker Cluster (The Soaring Ravens) (Elite)
8th Raven Wing Cluster (The Ebon Wing) (Elite)
9th Raven Wing Cluster (The Ice Wing) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  13

White Cloud Naval Star

Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Storm Crow—Flagship; White Cloud)
Lola III-class DD (Spur)
Essex-class DD (Eternity)
Whirlwind-class DD (Drake)
York-class CV (Corvidae)

Raven’s Nest Transport Star

Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Bonaventure; Rook)
Volga-class Transport (Tenacity)
Lola III-class DD (Bloody Talon)


Invasion Corridor Gamma
Code: [Select]
Clan Steel Viper
Triasch Keshik (Elite) (Cluster)

Alpha Galaxy (Steel Viper Galaxy)
400th Assault Cluster (The Diamondbacks (Veteran)
1st Viper Guards (The Viper's Fury) (Elite)
2nd Viper Guards (The Sidewinders) (Elite)
4th Viper Guards (The Deadly Venom) (Elite)
61st Striker Cluster (The Heirs of Cukulcan) (Veteran)

Beta Galaxy (Steel Fang)
233rd Battle Cluster (The Hunting Vipers) (Veteran)
126th Striker Cluster (The Copperheads) (Veteran)
19th Striker Cluster (The Black Mambas) (Veteran)
Viper Fusiliers (Mercer’s Own) (Elite)
9th Viper Guards (The Anacondas) (Veteran)

Gamma Galaxy (Striking Serpents)
4234d Assault Cluster (Gamma's Pride) (Veteran)
428th Assault Cluster (The Striking Viper) (Veteran)
51st Battle Cluster (The Silent Strikers) (Veteran)
94th Battle Cluster (The Cottonmouths) (Veteran)
57th Striker Cluster (The Fangs of Death) (Elite)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  19

Viper Triumphant Naval Star

Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Sanra Mercer—Flagship)
Congress-class FF (Snake Leader)
Lola III-class DD (Anaconda)
Essex-class DD (Martial Legacy)
Fredasa-class Corvette (Pit Viper)

Clan Ice Hellion (Reserve Clan)

Alpha Galaxy (The Blinding)
7th Attack Cluster (Elite)
40th Hellion Lancers (Elite)
77th Hellion Lancers (Veteran)
78th Hellion Lancers (Veteran)
150th Hellion Lancers (Elite)

Beta Galaxy (The Lithe Kill)
2nd Assault Cavaliers (Veteran)
200th Attack Cluster (Elite)
121st Hellion Lancers (Veteran)
33rd Strike Irregulars (Veteran)
90th Striker Irregulars (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  10

Hellion's Fury Naval Star

Aegis-class CA (Taney—Flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Cold Hunter; Radiant)
Essex-class DD (Moore's Honor)
York-class CV (Pack Leader)


Invasion Corridor Delta
Code: [Select]
Clan Wolf

Alpha Galaxy (The Dire Wolves)
The Golden Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary)
328th Assault Cluster (The Lion-Hearted) (Elite)
279th Battle Cluster (The Golden Horde) (Elite)
3rd Wolf Guards Cluster (The Sentinels) (Elite)
4th Wolf Guards Cluster (The Cyclops Cluster) (Elite)

Beta Galaxy (The Arctic Wolves)
The Silver Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary)
341st Assault Cluster (The Silver Blizzard) (Elite)
352nd Assault Cluster (The Silver Wolves) (Elite)
3rd Battle Cluster (Silver Devils) (Elite)
9th Wolf Guards Cluster (Silver Fangs) (Elite)

Gamma Galaxy (The Wolf Hussars)
The Bronze Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary)
5th Battle Cluster (Ghost Hunters) (Veteran)
7th Battle Cluster (The Hungry Wolves) (Veteran)
11th Battle Cluster (The Bronze Lancers) (Veteran)
16th Battle Cluster (The Bronze Furies) (Veteran)

Delta Galaxy (The Red Wolves)
The Red Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary)
11th Wolf Guards Cluster (The Lightning Pack) (Veteran)
4th Striker cluster (Red Death) (Veteran)
37th Striker Cluster (Blood Kits) (Veteran)
103rd Striker Cluster (Red Thunder) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  26

Wolf Naval Star

Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Dire Wolf—Flagship)
Congress-class FF (Rogue)
Lola III-class DD (Nature's Wrath)
Vincent-class Corvette (Trailblazer; Valiant)
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Full Moon)

Clan Coyote (Reserve Clan)

Alpha Galaxy (Spirit of the Coyote)
Golden Keshik (Guardians of the Prophecy) (Veteran) (cluster)
Silver Keshik (The Chosen) (Elite) (cluster)
38th Assault Cluster (The Faithful) (Veteran)
49th Battle Cluster (Midnight Assault) (Veteran)
8th Recon Cluster (Eyes of the Coyote) (Veteran)

Delta Galaxy (Heart of the Coyote)
50th Assault Cluster (Creeping Death) (Elite)
67th Assault Cluster (The Devastators) (Veteran)
19th Battle Cluster (Long Fangs) (Veteran)
34th Strike Cluster (Rabid Coyotes) (Elite)
80th Strike Cluster (Swift Retribution) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  17

The Howling Naval Star

Cameron-class BC (Blood of the Coyote—Flagship)
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Howling)
Lola III-class DD (Honor of Ages; Courage)
Essex-class DD (Windrunner)


Invasion Corridor Epsilon
Code: [Select]
Clan Ghost Bear

The Ourse Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary)

Alpha Galaxy (The Golden Bears)
The Silveroot Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary)
1st Bear Guards (The Rage) (Elite)
3rd Bear Guards (The ilKhan's Shield) (Elite)
5th Bear Guards (Arctic Thunder) (Elite)
50th Striker Cluster (The Black Bears) (Elite)

Beta Galaxy (Night Howlers)
The Shrill Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary)
304th Assault Cluster (The Howling Bears) (Veteran)
332nd Assault Cluster (The Iowa Blacklancers) (Elite)
14th Battle Cluster (The Maulers) (Elite)
12th Bear Chevaliers (The Wendigos) (Elite)

Delta Galaxy (The Blitzkrieg)
Jorgensson's Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary)
8th Bear Cuirassiers (The Blinding Drive) (Elite)
73rd Battle Cluster (The Lash) (Veteran)
68th Striker Cluster (The Walking Panzers) (Veteran)
140th Striker Cluster (Death from Above) (Veteran)

Rho Galaxy (Bear Essentials)
Kabrinski's Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary)
18th Battle Cluster (Fire with Fire) (Veteran)
243rd Battle Cluster (Apollo's Chariot) (Elite)
283rd Battle Cluster (Ursine Inferno) (Veteran)
279th Battle Cluster (The Burnout Brigade) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  26

The Blizzard Naval Star

Cameron-class BC (Dieron's Run—Flagship)
Black Lion-class BC (Bear's Den)
Lola III-class DD (Blizzard)
Essex-class DD (White Fang)
Fredasa-class Corvette (Black Ghost)

Clan Goliath Scorpion (Reserve Clan)

Knife Dance Keshik (Scorpion's Destiny) (Elite) (cluster)

Alpha Galaxy (The Rock Minders)
24th Scorpion Cuirassier (The Khan's Own) (Elite)
25th Scorpion Cuirassier (Scorpions of the Veil) (Elite)
8th Scorpion Dragoons (The Whip-Tail Brigade) (Elite)
14th Scorpion Hussars (Swift Retribution) (Elite)

Beta Galaxy (Sand Runners)
21st Scorpion Cuirassiers (Black Sun) (Elite)
23rd Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Ironshell Irregulars) (Elite)
1st Scorpion Dragoons (Heartvenom) (Elite)
6th Scorpion Hussars (Desert Wind) (Elite)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  12

Burning Sting Naval Star

Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Serket—Flagship)
Cameron-class BC (Hephaestus)
Aegis-class CA (Coma Bernices)
Congress-class FF (Fornax)
Lola III-class DD (Scorpius)

Wild Hunt Transport Star

Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Karttikeya; Prometheus)
Essex-class DD (Orpheus)


Invasion Corridor Zeta
Code: [Select]
Clan Star Adder

Adder Command Keshik (The Light of Command) (Elite) (Cluster)
Adder Quasar Keshik (Iron Will) (Elite) (Cluster)

Alpha Galaxy (Old Blood and Guts)
5th Assault Cluster (Georgie's Gorillas) (Elite)
85th Adder Cavaliers (Gallant Steeds) (Elite)
191st Adder Guards (Saar Cavaliers) (Elite)
11th Armored Cavalry Squadron (Messina Missionaries) (Veteran)
87th Dragoon Cluster (Ivory Six-Shooters) (Veteran)

Beta Galaxy (Blood Feud)
13th Adder Assault Cluster (Arcadian Devils) (Veteran)
42nd Adder Cavaliers (The Answer) (Elite)
73rd Adder Cavaliers (Scourge of the Highlands) (Veteran)
9th Armored Cavalry Squadron (Spirit Crushers) (Veteran)
69th Dragoon Cluster (Fighting Gurkhas) (Veteran)

Delta Galaxy (Thunderstrike)
6th Adder Assault Cluster (Vladivostok Flames) (Elite)
132nd Adder Guards (Raleigh Rifles) (Veteran)
18th Armored Cavalry Squadron (Allah's Will) (Elite)
212th Battle Cluster (Sheet Lightning) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  26

Last Word Naval Star

Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Nygaard—Flagship)
Black Lion-class BC (Admiral William S. Preston)
Lola III-class DD (Warlock)
York-class CV (Crusader; Ranger)
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Renown)

Clan Cloud Cobra (Reserve Clan)
Cobra Keshik (Elite) (cluster)

Alpha Galaxy (The Keystone)
33rd Battle Cluster (Thor's Hammer) (Veteran)
84th Cobra Coil (Wings of Pharaoh) (Elite)
214th Cobra Fang (Black Sheep) (Elite)
149th Cobra Guards (The Azure Guard) (Elite)
116th Dragoon Cluster (Last Stand) (Veteran)

Beta Galaxy (Scourge of the Pentagon)
1st Cobra Coil (Wild Kaards) (Veteran)
45th Cobra Grenadiers (Spitting Serpents) (Veteran)
185th Cobra Fang (Heaven's Gate) (Veteran)
222nd Cobra Fang (Iron Butterflies) (Veteran)
245th Cobra Guards (The Ivory Guards) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  12

Cobra Naval Reserve Alpha

Cameron-class BC (Incense—Flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Cataclysm)
York-class CV (Brimstone; The Protector)


Invasion Corridor Eta
Code: [Select]
Clan Fire Mandrill

Kindraa Sainze (Battle Hardened)
53rd Assault Cluster (Stalwarts) (Veteran)
3rd Sainze Honor Guard Cluster (Banner-Bearers) (Elite)
7th Sainze Honor Guard Cluster (The Fire-Eaters) (Veteran)

Kindraa Faraday-Tanaga (The Gift of Foresight)
16th Assault Cluster (Silent Sentinels) (Veteran)
1st Battle Cluster (The Fire Grenadiers) (Elite)
3rd Battle Cluster (The Valiant) (Veteran)

Kindraa Payne (Strength of Will)
1st Battle Payne (Embers of Warfare) (Elite)
1st Strike Payne (The Fire Dancers) (Elite)

Kindraa Mattila-Carrol (Up and Coming)
61st Firestorm Cluster (The Brimstone Cluster) (Elite)
71st Firestorm Cluster (Dante's Torment) (Veteran)

Kindraa Beyl-Grant (Up In The Air)
42nd Battle Cluster (Groundfire) (Veteran)
87th Mandrill Airborne (Red Skies Cluster) (Veteran)

Kindraa Kline (The Extended Family)
21st Vanguard Battle Cluster (Hade's Gate) (Veteran)
31st Vanguard Striker Cluster (Hell's Wind) (Veteran)

Kindraa Mick-Kreese (The Unfriendly Skies)
23rd Assault Force (Amber Fire) (Veteran)
4th Battle Force (The Phoenix Cluster) (Elite)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  15

Fire Mandrill Naval Assault Star

Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Reaver—Flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Anathema; Rage; Rancor)

Clan Blood Spirit (Reserve Clan)
Blood Guard Keshik (Elite) (cluster)

Alpha Galaxy (The Blooding)
7th Blood Drinkers Cluster (Elite)
Red Guards (Elite)
37th Red Assault Cluster (Veteran)
55th Red Vanguard Cluster (Elite)
112th Scarlet Battle Cluster (Elite)

Omega Galaxy (The Sanguine Reavers)
79th Blood Hussars (Elite)
71st Crimson Assault Cluster (Elite)
91st Crimson Vanguard Cluster (Veteran)
33rd Red Battle Cluster (Veteran)
Scarlet Guards (Elite)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  13

Blood Spirit Flagship

Black Lion-class BC (Rocinante—Flagship)


Invasion Corridor Theta
Code: [Select]
Clan Smoke Jaguar
The Jaguar's Den Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary)

Alpha Galaxy (The Roaring Jaguars)
Alpha Galaxy Command Trinary (The Shroud Keshik) (1 Trinary)
336th Jaguar Combat Cluster (The Rake) (Elite)
6th Jaguar Dragoons (Smoke and Fire) (Elite)
7th Jaguar Dragoons (The Leaping Jaguar) (Elite)
Jaguar Grenadiers (The Immortals) (Elite)
5th Jaguar Regulars (The Victory Cluster) (Elite)

Beta Galaxy (The Mistweavers)
Beta Galaxy Command Trinary (The Swath Keshik) (1 Trinary)
362nd Assault Cluster (The Silver Jaguars) (Elite)
225th Battle Cluster (Bringers of Armageddon) (Elite)
267th Battle Cluster (The Devil's Mist) (Elite)
1st Jaguar Guards (The Whitewatch) (Elite)
2nd Jaguar Guards (The Striking Cats) (Elite)

Delta Galaxy (The Cloud Rangers)
Delta Galaxy Command Trinary (The Skyriders Keshik) (1 Trinary)
1st Jaguar Cavaliers (Ghost Cats) (Veteran)
3rd Jaguar Cavaliers (The Stormriders) (Veteran)
4th Jaguar Dragoons (The Pouncing Jaguar) (Veteran)
214th Jaguar Dragoons (The Stalkers) (Veteran)
19th Striker Cluster (The Razor's Edge) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  23

Streaking Mist Naval Star

Black Lion-class BC (Streaking Mist—Flagship)
Congress-class FF (Snow Leopard)
Lola III-class DD (Storm Cat)
Essex-class DD (Sabre Cat)
York-class CV (Lioness)

Clan Nova Cat
The Nova Cat Keshik (Elite) (Cluster)

Alpha Galaxy (Victory over Delusion)
Alpha Galaxy Command (The Vision Keshik) (Elite) (1 Trinary)
449th Assault Cluster (Joys and Sorrows) (Elite)
489th Assault Cluster (The Third Eye) (Elite)
4th Nova Cat Guards (Hand of Fate) (Elite)

Sigma Galaxy (Spiritual Vision)
Sigma Galaxy Command (The Lachesis Keshik) (Elite) (1 Trinary)
44th Nova Cat Cavaliers (The Five Actions (Elite)
Nova Cat Lancers (The Path of Right) (Elite)
179th Striker Cluster (Circle of Power) (Elite)

Delta Galaxy (Ways of Seeing)
Delta Galaxy Command (The Shiva Keshik) (Veteran) (1 Trinary)
274th Battle Cluster (Vigilance of the Cat) (Veteran)
7th Nova Cat Guards (The Oracles) (Veteran)
119th Striker Cluster (Self Harmony) (Veteran)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  17

Thunderbolt Naval Star

Black Lion-class BC (Severen Leroux—Flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Faithful; Ranger)
York-class CV (Anna Rosse)

Total Force

Galaxies:  48
Clusters:  208
PGCs:  287

WarShips:
BB:  1
BC:  11
CA:  13
FF:  7
DD:  35
CV:  8
Corvette:  5
Troop Cruiser:  10
Transport:  5
Total:  95
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 22, 2012, 05:11:58 AM
Evidence of the Wolves treachery is coming forth.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 22, 2012, 05:16:24 AM
Thanks for the info.  One point, you have the 7th Blood Drinkers in the Blood Spirit's Alpha Galaxy twice.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 22, 2012, 11:42:13 AM
Thanks for the info.  One point, you have the 7th Blood Drinkers in the Blood Spirit's Alpha Galaxy twice.

One of those entries should be the Red Guards (Elite).  Oops.  It is now fixed.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 22, 2012, 03:41:53 PM
And The Plan!  Heh, actually the scheduled worlds for each Wave of Attacks (at 45-day intervals!).  This is only the schedule; reality will interject itself relatively quickly.

Corridor Alpha (Jade Falcon)

Periphery:  Von Strang's World; Botany Bay
Wave I:  Bone-Norman; Barcelona; Newtown Square; Black Earth; Nogyorod; Kikuyu; Roadside
Wave II:  Hot Srpings; Blackjack; Clemont; Chahar; Blue Hole; Goat Path; Kooken's Pleasure Pit
Wave III:  Pasig; Mkuranga; Deja; Babaeski; Antares; Morges; Yeguas
Wave IV:  Esteros; A Place; Bountiful Harvest; New Exford; Kandersteg; Arc Royal*
Wave V:  Summit; Grunwald; Surcin; Garrison; Arcturus
Wave VI:  Lucianca; Leganes; Carstairs; Yed Prior
Wave VII:  Alexandira; Freedom; Izar; Marfik; Ryde
Wave VIII:  La Blon; Skondia; Lyons; Rigel Kentarus
Wave IX:  Terra


Corridor Beta (Hell's Horses)

Periphery:  Gotterdammerung; Lackhove; Erewhon
Wave I:  Here; Bensinger; Anywhere; Apollo; Somerset; Wotan; Goandrinas
Wave II:  Windfield; Derf; Beta VII; Malibu; Trell I; Butler; Twycross
Wave III:  Waldorff; Denizli; Alyina; Apolakkia; Devin; Paraloila; Baker 3
Wave IV:  Graus; Sudeten; Blair Atholl; Dustball; Koniz; Benfled; Gaceland
Wave V:  Ballynure; Pandora; Crimold; Borghese; Kelenfold
Wave VI:  Apostica; Ganshoren; Auldhouse
Wave VII:  Corridan IV; Yed Posterior; Baxter; Kimball; Kimephoros
Wave VIII:  Dromini VI; Atria; Ko; Yorji
Wave IX:  Terra


Corridor Gamma (Steel Viper)

Periphery:  Placida; Blackstone; Last Chance
Wave I:  Toland; Steelton; Icar; Persistence; New Caldedonia; Verthand; Chateau
Wave II:  Maxe's Planet; Csesztreg; Romulus; Harvest; Evclier; Seiduts; Planting
Wave III:  Vantaa; Svarstaad; Leskovik; Zoetermeer; Dell; Vulcan; Sevren
Wave IV:  Dompaire; Colmar; Laurent; Cusset; Biota; Montmarault; La Grave
Wave V:  Domain; Orkney; Toumans; Quarell; Jabuka; Rasalgethi; Fort Loudon
Wave VI:  Meacham; Blue Diamond; Fatima; Morningside; Al Hillah; Orestes; Dalkeith
Wave VII:  Sakhalin; Symington; Eaglesham; Phalan; Konstance
Wave VIII:  Alrakis; Kessel; Sabik
Wave IX:  Terra


Corridor Delta (Wolf)

Periphery:  Oberon VI; Butte Hold; Sigurd
Wave I:  Alleghe; The Edge; St. John; Bruben; Rodigo; Lovinac; Kirchbach
Wave II:  Liezen; Mozinje; Feltre; Ridderkerk; Hohenems; Basiliano; Kufstein
Wave III:  Skolde; Moritz; Kandis; Tamar; Weingarten; Volders; Thannhausen
Wave IV:  Maestu; Kobe; Bessarabia; Hyperion; Karstor; Perrot; Hainfeld
Wave V:  Wheel; Thun; Suk II; Galuzzo; Cargo; Diosd; Lothan
Wave VI:  Tukayydi; Euda; Karbala; Grumium; Accrington
Wave VII:  Shionoha; Cebalrai; New Messek; Vega; Eltanin
Wave VIII:  Imbros III
Wave IX:  Terra


Corridor Epsilon (Ghost Bear)

Periphery:  Gustrell; Crellacor; Star's End
Wave I:  Outpost; Skallevoll; Svelvik; Balsta; New Bergan; Leoben; Hermagor
Wave II:  Rasalhague; New Oslo; Dawn; Ferleiten; Engadin; Unzmarkt; Stanzach
Wave III:  Memmingen; Vorarlberg; Gunzberg; Heiligendruez
Wave IV:  Satalice; Scandia; Nox; Utrecht
Wave V:  Ramsau; Altenmarkt; Dehgolan; Shirotori
Wave VI:  Camlann; Buckminster; Port Moseby; Aubisson
Wave VII:  Alnasi; Kaus Borealis
Wave VIII:  Kaus Australis; Kaus Media; Moore
Wave IX:  Terra



Corridor Zeta (Star Adder)

Periphery:  Paulus Prime; Drask's Den; The Rock
Wave I:  Damian; Thule; Holmsbu; Pinnacle; Constance; Jarett; Susquehanna
Wave II:  Trondheim; Last Frontier; Radije; Vipaava; Jezersko; Pomme De Terre; Predlitz
Wave III:  Spittal; Casere; Goito; Radstadt; Hempten; Thessalonika; Kaesong
Wave IV:  Sheliak; Alshain; Tinata; Marawi; Stemwerde; Halesowen; Maule
Wave V:  Ardoz; Setubal; Eguilles; Krenice; Mannedorf; Rubigen; Toffen
Wave VI:  Najha; Kiesen; Chandler; Pilkhua; Caldrea; Trolloc Prime
Wave VII:  Tsukude; Alya
Wave VIII:  Lambrecht; Dyev; Asta
Wave IX:  Terra


Corridor Eta (Fire Mandrill)

Periphery:  Nyserta; Elissa; Ferris
Wave I:  Richmond; Schwartz; Idlewind; Rockland; Turtle Bay; Alumnge; Brocchi's Cluster (40)
Wave II:  Nykvarn; Garstedt; Polcenigo; Schuler; Albiero; Savinsville; Luzeme
Wave III:  Courchevel; Byesville; Itabaina; Soverzene
Wave IV:  Yamarovka; Mualang; Kanowit; Tanh Linh; Kiamba; Dumaring; Babuyan
Wave V:  Meilen; Odabasi; Ogano; Darius; Arkab
Wave VI:  Numki; Baldur; Sulafat; Gram
Wave VII:  Shimosuwa; Altais; Rukbat
Wave VIII:  Ascella; Kuzuu
Wave IX:  Terra


Corridor Theta (Smoke Jaguar)

Periphery:  Porthos; Santander V; Manaringaine
Wave I:  Bjarred; Virentofta; Stapelefield; Chupadero; Jeanette; Kabah; Coudoux
Wave II:  Hanover; Bangor; Jeronimo; Wolcott; Marshdale; Hyner*; Maldonado*
Wave III:  Pesht*; Teniente; Irece; Juazeiro; Outer Volta; Labrea, Caripare
Wave IV:  Cyrenaica; Asgard; Port Arthur; Tarazed; Avon; Kilmarnock*; Luthien*
Wave V:  Baruun Urt; Braunton; Xinyang; Dyfed; Paracale; Sakai
Wave VI:  Tok Do; Otho; Aix-la-Chapelle; Awano
Wave VII:  Kajikazawa; Fukuroi*; Benjamin*; Sutama*; Minakuchi; Shitara
Wave VIII:  Pike IV; Athenry; Dieron*; Altair
Wave IX:  Terra

*Denotes a world outside of the Invasion Corridor proper.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 22, 2012, 05:37:03 PM
CGSS Serket
Star’s End, Near Periphery
July 17, 3043

   
The holographic tank projected the image of ilKhan Hazen, plus the images of the Khans of Clans Ghost Bear, Hell’s Horses, Star Adder, and Wolf.  And Yvonne Hazen was frowning.

“A deliberate assassination attempt aimed at me?  With a nuclear weapon?”

Nikolai shook his head.  “Whether it was or not does not matter, ilKhan.  The point that worries me most is that they knew we were here—and that they were familiar with our language and customs.  This leads me to four possible conclusions:  the first being that there is a traitor in our midst who is passing information to the Inner Sphere.”

Several of the Khans stiffened, but each slowly nodded in turn.  “It need not be a Warrior; many of our ranking Scientists, Merchants, and Technicians are familiar enough our plans to provide our enemies with this intelligence—and we know that the Burrock Annihilation did not completely destroy the Dark Caste within our ranks.”

“All HPG transmissions are automatically recorded, Khan Djerassi,” said Jake Fletcher, but then he nodded.  “And quite possibly never reviewed—I will correct that oversight immediately among my own Clan.”

“If it is a Merchant, Khan Fletcher,” Ulric added, “the communication may not be via HPG; we are close enough that they could make physical contact with the Inner Sphere.  But this does not seem like an action the Federated Commonwealth would attempt.”

“No,” answered Nikolai.  “From the data gathered by the Watch, the Commonwealth is not that incompetent—they would have obeyed my orders to hold their position, until they were actually being boarded.  That would have given them the opportunity to eliminate at least one DropShip and a few Elemental points instead of killing themselves for no gain.  It strikes me as . . . amateurish.”

“Agreed,” rumbled Amanda Tseng.  “Your second possibility?”

Nikolai looked at Ulric and he nodded.  “We lost contact with Wolf’s Dragoons twenty-four years ago; they may well have gone rogue.  They had in their possession six WarShips and a complete technological database—if they are actively working with the Inner Sphere, there is a good chance that we will encounter stronger resistance than we otherwise expected.”

Ulric frowned.  “That is a possibility, Khan Djerassi, and we must make allowances within our plans for if they have.  But I assure you, my Khans, there has been no contact with Clan Wolf since 3019.    We shall see soon enough, for I have issued the recall order, at the direction of the ilKhan.”

“No one was accusing Clan Wolf, Khan Kerensky,” Marion said soothingly.  “Still,” he mused, “how would the Dragoons have known the ilKhan would be present?”

“Which leads to the third possibility:  we know that ComStar is the organization responsible for maintaining interstellar communications within the Inner Sphere.  And they had two HPG facilities within the Chainelaine Isles and still more on the worlds of these Bandit Kingdoms.  We also know that General Kerensky left approximately a Corp of the SLDF to defend Terra under the command of Jerome Blake—the last Minister of Communications of the Star League.  And that the Titan Yards were fully operational and several score of WarShips too damaged to make the journey were handed over to Blake as well.  To date, the Watch has not uncovered any information that ComStar retains military force; yet no power has ever attacked Terra itself since the Exodus.  None of those WarShips were ever engaged in the battles of the Succession Wars, but there are not hulks littering the Terran system.  ComStar agents on the worlds we occupied  could have ferreted out our movements—operational security has not been one of our primary concerns, after all.  And who knows exactly what military forces they might still have for the defense of Terra—or an attack on us.”

Jake slowly nodded.  “It would explain that they acted as sibkin, not trained Warriors, as well; their leader might well have panicked when his plan went awry.  They will have had no actual experience in combat, after all.”

“We cannot assume that,” snapped Ulric.  “Some of their members might well have served in the military forces of the Successor States before joining ComStar—a large portion of the ComStar military, if any, might well be green as grass, but we cannot afford to make the mistake of assuming they all are.”

“Truth, Wolf,” said Yvonne.  “And what is your fourth possibility, Khan Djerassi?”

Nikolai winced.  “There is the matter of the Minnesota Tribe that the Watch uncovered.”

Every Khan jerked; that story—and merest possibility of the Not Named Clan having survived its Annihilation—had become known by the highest ranks almost immediately after the Watch started Silver Sable II.

“The emblem worn by the Minnesota Tribe was almost exactly the same as that of the 331st Royal BattleMech Division—the same unit whose Brian Cache played a vital role in the chain of events leading up to the Annihilation of the Not Named Clan.  The time-frame of when the Minnesota Tribe appeared in the Periphery marches of the Draconis Combine conforms well with when the Not Named Clan fled.  If the Minnesota Tribe was the remnants of the Not Named Clan, and they did find refuge in the Inner Sphere; there may be a presence here that utterly hates the Clans of Kerensky and seeks revenge against us all.”

“How could they have remained in hiding all these years?”

“Perhaps they did not, Khan Tseng,” Ulric answered even as he shook his head.  “We have already established that a portion of the SLDF remained on Terra.  What if this Minnesota Tribe were folded into ComStar?  Certainly, from our information we know that no other Great House expanded it military during this time—and if so, those same ComStar agents could have communicated with the Tribe on Terra.” Ulric refused to voice the idea that these were the Not Named.  After all, it had been Clan Wolf who Annihilated them long ago.

“Theories.  Guesses.  We need facts, my Khans,” said Yvonne.  “Let us presume that the Inner Sphere is aware that we are here—and that even now they are speeding reinforcements to our Objective Zones.  What changes do we make in the operational plans?”

“None, ilKhan,” answered Nikolai.

“None?  None, Khan Djerassi?”

“He is correct, ilKhan,” added Ulric.  “The plan is set—and we have all made contingencies for different situations.”  He chuckled bitterly.  “Well, the Jaguars might not have, but the rest of us have fall-back plans in the event of a radical change in our opponents defensive posture.  Warn the Khans and the Galaxy Commanders to be prepared for higher than expected resistance—possibly the presence of Star League-era weapons and equipment as well.  But other than that, ilKhan Hazen; we are poised ready to leap, and we cannot stop now.”

“If we had three more years,” Nikolai whispered, “Silver Sable would have been able to gather intelligence on the worlds of Waves VI, VII, VIII, and IX—as well as the worlds outside of our invasion corridors.  We know what defenses they have in place within our corridors—although some of our data is three years old as of today.  We do not know what forces they have in position on our flanks to launch a counter-offensive.”

“Every commander wants more intelligence, Khan Djerassi,” Yvonne said quietly, but she nodded.  “Very well, I will inform the other Khans to raise their threat levels and expect the unexpected—and we will move up Wave I by fourteen days.  I want all Wave I elements to hit their targets simultaneously at 2400 hours on July 24.  Khan Djerassi, a word in private before you sign off,” she finished.

The other Khans faded out as their HPGs ended the real-time comm link, leaving only Nikolai and the ilKhan.  “I understand that you have moved your Delta Galaxy to Rondane in Chainelaine, quiaff?”

“Aff, ilKhan.”

“You know you are not permitted to use them in the Invasion—your force level is set at your Alpha and Beta Galaxies, plus your command Keshik, quiaff?”

“Aff, ilKhan, and my two Artillery Reserve Trinarys.”

“So why is Delta Galaxy on Rondane, Nikolai?”

“ilKhan Hazen, I have assigned Delta Galaxy as the garrison force for Rondane—to protect my supply chain and factories there.  I have also moved two more Scorpion Constabulary Clusters from the Homeworlds to Rondane so that I might use the full force granted my Clan during the Invasion, without having to detach elements to watch my rear.”

Yvonne smiled.  “And having a front-line Galaxy so close, if you take casualties amongst your Alpha and Beta forces, you can quickly replace them, quiaff?”

“Aff, ilKhan.”

But her smile faded.  “If ComStar knows about Chainelaine, Nikolai . . .” her voice trailed off.  “That is the wrong question, Khan Djerassi.  If you were in command on the other side, and you knew about Chainelaine, what would your actions be?”

“I would hit it as hard as I could to sever our means of keeping this force supplied and in the field, ilKhan,” Nikolai answered quickly.

“As would I, Khan Djerassi.  And yet, the defenders on the majority of those worlds are perhaps a single PGC with a Trinary of second-line forces—except for Rondane.  There are exceptions, of course.  Both the Adders and the Wolves have a left an entire second-line Cluster on their planets, and a few PGCs to support them, but by and large, there are ten BattleMechs, twenty-five Elementals, a hundred vehicles, and six hundred twenty-five conventional infantry defending those depots.  It worries me.”

“Can you order them . . .” Nikolai was cut off by Yvonne’s laughter.

“Nikolai, you know I cannot.  Their garrisons are an internal matter to their Clans, and they will not stand for my suggesting other than what they have deemed sufficient.”  She frowned and then nodded sharply.  “But I am quite happy to see you bring that force forward—even if some feel that you are breaking your bid even before we hit atmosphere.  Is there anything else I should know about?”

“I have already reassigned the Striking Claw Naval Star to Rondane as well, my ilKhan.  They should arrive in the next four days.”

The former Falcon Khan laughed.  “Nikolai, you are at times a delight, and at times exasperating.  I hope that we have no need of your battleship, but if we do . . .”

“Aff, my ilKhan.  If we do, Requiem is close at hand.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 22, 2012, 08:23:54 PM
CGSS Serket
Star’s End, Near Periphery
July 18, 3043


The Ghost Bears had wasted little time on the surface of Nova Cressida; the Khan’s proclamation of moving up the date for the invasion had spurred the Clan’s Warriors to achieve their goals at a blistering pace.  It had helped that less than five thousand men and women called the planetoid home—the vast majority of them slaves who had been abused and tormented for years.  The Bears had executed over seven hundred of those on the surface—the ones who had inflicted that pain and suffering, and Nikolai had seen the videos of the former slaves weeping with joy at being told they would be taken to a safe world—a civilized world.

Another flash of light preceded the explosion of an armed asteroid as the Goliath Scorpion’s flagship entered the range of its laser batteries.  Bypassed by the Ghost Bears on their approach to the planet, Star’s End was strewn with weapon emplacements on seemingly random asteroids and pieces of cosmic debris.  Amanda Tseng had activated the Scorpions and asked him to ‘take care of the problem for her’; and Nikolai had been most happy to oblige.  All of his WarShips had spread out and were eliminating the weapons platforms one-by-one; within the hour the final strong points would be crushed.  Which left only the JumpShip Yards that Serket was approaching.  Fit only for repair and maintenance, not actual construction, the Yards were a hodge-podge of mis-matched machinery modules interspersed with habitations and grav decks and cargo bays and other vital equipment.  Just from the looks, they must be a nightmare to keep running—and were far too fragile to move even if they were equipped with docking collars.

Which left only one option available to the Scorpion Khan.  “Star Colonel Arbuthnot,” he said quietly.

“Yes, my Khan?”

“Broadcast a call for the surrender of the Yard.  Hopefully, whoever is over there knows that they outmatched and far outgunned and will not choose to commit suicide.  If they do surrender, send our Elementals across to evacuate the population—and obliterate those Yards completely.”

“Sir?” the commander of his flagship asked in shock.

Nikolai smiled, and he nodded his head.  “It cannot be moved, it requires far more resources to maintain than it is worth, and I will not leave it behind to provide a base of support for future pirates, Star Colonel.  Unless, that is you are volunteering for a transfer aboard to overhaul it to our standards, quineg?”

“NEG, my Khan!” Arbuthnot quickly relied, and Nikolai chuckled.

“If they do not surrender?” the naval officer asked.

“Then they will have made their choice and we will honor their decision—either way I want no component of that yard remaining intact or operational.”

“Aff, my Khan,” he answered and returned to his station passing orders to his subordinates.

Another officer entered the flag bridge buried deep within the armored core of the heavy cruiser, and he bowed his head in salute.  Nikolai smiled.  He had offered Nelson Elam the post of his aide, and a slot within the Knife Dance Keshik in an attempt to wipe away the shame of his lost Trial against the Wolves—and the young man had accepted.  “Khan Tseng’s shuttle is on final approach, my Khan,” he reported. 

“Good.  Show her to my stateroom, Nelson; I will be there in a few moments.”

Nikolai turned back to the holotank and watched the final weapon emplacement defending the yard erupt under the fire of his flagship and he nodded.  And now the game is afoot.

************************************************************

“You wanted to speak face-to-face, Nikolai?” Amanda asked after she took a seat.

“I did, Amanda.  You and I have an opportunity here.”

“An opportunity?”

Nikolai smiled.  “The ilKhan moving up the start of Wave I provides us with a chance to show every other Clan our worth,” he said.

“I notice that you keep saying ‘we’ and ‘our’, Nikolai.  What are you proposing?”

The Scorpion activated a monitor built into the bulkhead of his cabin, and it immediately showed a map of Corridor Epsilon—the one assigned to the Bears with the Scorpions in reserve.  “Seven systems were assigned to Delta for Wave I:  Outpost, Skallevol, Balsta, Svevlik, Leoban, New Bergan, and Hermagor.  According to the plan, you will be hitting Outpost, Skallevol, and Balsta on the 24th, Svevlik and Leoban on August 4th, and New Bergan and Hermagor on August 14th.  Then we have twenty-five days—until September 8th—until we launch Wave 2.  That delay is built in to allow us time to resupply, evaluate our attacks, and pacify the general population.  But what if we need more than twenty-five days to that on New Bergan and Hermagor?  Your assault on Rasalhague is scheduled for September 8th—any delays on those worlds, or Svevlik and Leoban—could push you behind schedule.”

“I know you argued for a longer period between the Waves, Nikolai, but the ilKhan has spok-. . .”

“I do not think we need more time, Khan of the Ghost Bears.  I am suggesting we hit all seven of the worlds in our corridor on the 24th, giving us forty-five days to pacify those worlds, resupply, restock, and claim the lead in this race.”

“All seven, and in only six days?  I have sixteen Clusters, Nikolai; that leaves me with no reserve, other than your Scorpions.”

“Activate my Scorpions, Khan Tseng.  We will hit all seven worlds—simultaneously—eliminate the defenders, pacify them, and be ready to race ahead.  After all, the ilKhan has not forbidden any Clan from launching their next Wave ahead of schedule if they are prepared and ready.”

“Only because you and Marion and Ulric have pushed us hard to ensure that there is a period of time to catch our breath between leaps.  Still,” the Ghost Bear Khan mused, “it is easier to ask forgiveness than to request permission.”

“And it would infuriate the Jaguars, the Vipers, the Falcons . . . and the Wolves.  Amanda, your Clan has always been one of our most conservative—in thought as well as deed.  But beneath that careful, cautious exterior, the Bears are perhaps our greatest thinkers.  We have the supplies to do this.  We have sufficient Warriors to accomplish this goal.  And we have the strength to take them at a run.  Let us, for once, throw caution to the Wolves and show all of our fellow Clans the truth of the matter—that they cannot take for granted neither the Bears nor the Scorpions.”

“No other Clan is activated their reserve this early—it could look like cowardice, Nikolai.”

Nikolai smiled.  “And when you launch Wave II on August 29th ten days ahead of schedule and seize Rasalhague while those other Clans are still fighting on Wave I worlds?  What will that show, Amanda?  You know you will have to activate the Scorpions eventually.  Why not now—at the very start?  In the Homeworlds, we share worlds with our enclaves, so why not here and now?  I will divide up my Galaxies to reinforce your own—and together, we have the strength and the will to take all seven of our Wave 1 objectives in a single blinding leap.  And that will make the others sit up and take notice.”

Amanda stared at the map, but her eyes kept drifting towards Rasalhague.  “If we do this, the expedition to Hermagor will have to depart tonight—at the latest.”

“Aff.”

She nodded.  “The orders will be have to drawn up fast, Nikolai.  Have you . . .”

She paused and laughed as Nikolai changed the monitor display to show a briefing room where his full staff was assembled.

“I should thank the ghost of Kerensky you were not born a Jaguar, Nikolai.  With you in command of that Clan, I think you would just jump straight for Terra and rip out its throat.”  She stood and nodded briskly.  “I hereby officially activate your Reserve Clan, Khan Djerassi.  Shall we start our planning session and the bidding?”

“Bargained well and done, Khan Tseng.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 22, 2012, 08:47:10 PM
OH Yes now this is Writing on a superb level
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 22, 2012, 09:29:19 PM
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And The Plan!  Heh, actually the scheduled worlds for each Wave of Attacks (at 45-day intervals!).  This is only the schedule; reality will interject itself relatively quickly.

And you will insist this was not posted with ulterior motives?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 22, 2012, 10:30:02 PM
Take the 5th  Take the 5TH   :)  Hide on Rodanthe
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Kwic on June 22, 2012, 10:41:12 PM
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And The Plan!  Heh, actually the scheduled worlds for each Wave of Attacks (at 45-day intervals!).  This is only the schedule; reality will interject itself relatively quickly.

And you will insist this was not posted with ulterior motives?

What a fantastic idea BlackNova, why yes, we would love to see that in map form.

The official Plan.
The revised Reality, as it develops in the story.

Great job, and thanks!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 22, 2012, 11:22:29 PM
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And The Plan!  Heh, actually the scheduled worlds for each Wave of Attacks (at 45-day intervals!).  This is only the schedule; reality will interject itself relatively quickly.

And you will insist this was not posted with ulterior motives?

What a fantastic idea BlackNova, why yes, we would love to see that in map form.

The official Plan.
The revised Reality, as it develops in the story.

Great job, and thanks!
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And The Plan!  Heh, actually the scheduled worlds for each Wave of Attacks (at 45-day intervals!).  This is only the schedule; reality will interject itself relatively quickly.

And you will insist this was not posted with ulterior motives?

Actually, I'm quite happy with your original map.  Over on spacebattles, they can't see it though (I can't post PDFs there) and someone folks wanted to know the corridors.  So I went ahead and did the Waves as well.  It was simpler that way. 

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 23, 2012, 06:54:39 AM
I am enjoying mapping this one, so it is no real effort on my part.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 23, 2012, 08:02:34 AM
Tricky Scorpions.
They deserve their mascot.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 23, 2012, 10:12:40 AM
Aff They do well. The Clan Fennec would be proud to be their allies if not to enchance our touman by captureing a few of their warriors.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 23, 2012, 12:52:14 PM
Sanctum of the Primus
Hilton Head, Terra
July 18, 3043


The two ROM bodyguards from Mu carefully shut the doors behind Myndo after she entered her private quarters buried deep beneath the island off the coast of Carolina.  She lowered her hood and walked over to the sideboard setup in the parlour, where she poured herself a glass of red wine.  And she jumped in shock as a voice broke the silence.

“Your plans have failed, Primus.”

Myndo turned around cursing at the wine stains on the front of robes, and she snarled.  “How did you get in here?”

The adept rose from an overstuffed wing chair facing the flickering fireplace and he turned to face the Primus of ComStar.  “Here at the heart of ComStar, Primus, who pays attention to a simple Adept of the Order?  Did I startle you?”

“Thomas, I haven’t the patience for your games this evening,” Myndo growled as she ceased trying to wipe away the stains—but she had only succeeded in marring more of her robes.  “What do you want?”

“To inform you that your plans have failed, Primus.”

She stopped, and looked up at the misshapen, horribly scared man, his features half concealed by the hooded robes he wore.  Not even the cybernetic prosthetics which had been surgically implanted could restore his full range of movement—the explosion and fire which nearly killed him had been that severe.  “Failed, Thomas?  I have provoked the Clans of Kerensky into a conflict with Hanse Davion from which the FedCom will never recover—the Kuritas as well will be destroyed, leaving only our favored Free Worlds League and ComStar to pick up the pieces from the ashes and rebuild.  When they have all bled themselves white, then we shall move and finish their destruction.  I have not failed; I have fulfilled the promise of ComStar.  We shall have peace in my time.”

“No, Myndo, you have failed.  Your bomb will not kill the ilKhan—I have seen to that.”

“Explain yourself,” she whispered in a low growl.  “And you will refer to me by my title, Adept Thomas.”

“Myndo, did you think that I, Thomas Marik, would never discover that it was not my cousin who planted that bomb on Atreus—but a ROM agent acting at your direction?  Did you think that I would never ferret out that my injuries, although severe, were not as crippling as you had hoped for?  That you ordered my surgeons to purposely maim and scar me, to prevent someone with the knowledge I possessed from assuming the role of a Lord of a Great House?  Hmmmmm?”

Thomas walked over to the side board and he poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.  “It was a bold plan, I grant you that.   But then I lived.  And too many people within ComStar knew of that for you to quietly kill me.  But then you made your mistake, Myndo; you replaced me with a double, implanted with my memories, a double that you believed loyal to you.  You are wrong—I am Thomas Marik; he is Thomas Marik; and we have always been loyal first and foremost to ourselves.  You kept me alive, even after your duplicate replaced me; as a court jester, perhaps.  Condemned to a lowly rank, and shuffled back and forth among the Divisions here.  I was seen as nothing more than your plaything—an object of derision and horror to be ignored as harmless.  That was your mistake, Myndo.”

“I do not know where you are getting this disinformation, Thomas, these lies,” Myndo said slowly, with a pleasing smile on her face.  “You know this is not true.”

“Ah, Myndo, but it is.  While you have cast your vision on the broad picture, I have been working on the details—you will find that ROM is no longer yours, but instead mine.  I have full access to the confidential files—and I spoke with my surgeons at length before they died under my interrogation.”

“So it is revenge you want?”

“Actually, I was content in my role as a hermit monk, safe and hidden in the shadows.  I never wanted to be Captain-General; I had a vocation, you well know, and I only wanted to serve Blake and humanity.  I was content, until I learned through my connections of what you intended to do—the conflagration you planned to ignite.  That is not serving humanity, Myndo.  You condemn millions of the innocent to death for your own personal gain—that is not the Will and Word of Blake.”

“It is too late, Thomas, you cannot stop this.”

“I already have, Myndo,” Thomas said sharply.  “My agents were aboard your ship when it departed Terra two years ago.  They had orders to ensure that your device would not get within a thousand kilometers of the ilKhan.  There will be no holocaust amongst the civilians of the Inner Sphere in response to what you attempted.”  He paused and took another sip of wine.  “And that was when I realized that you must be removed, Myndo Waterly.  You are ill, and I wish you to receive care from medical professionals in an environment where you can injure none—not even yourself.”

“I AM PRIMUS!” Myndo screeched, and she hit the panic button concealed within the folds of her robes.  In answer, the guards at the door burst in, their weapons raised.  “KILL HIM!” she spat.

Thomas raised one hand.  “Lower your weapons and return to your post, Adept Caleb, Adept Lars.  The situation is well in hand.”

The ROM agents slowly lowered their weapons as the Primus stared at them in shock.  “As you command, Primus,” they answered and closed the door behind them.

Thomas chuckled and he shook his head.  “You always ignored the details in favor of the big picture, Myndo.  I, on the other hand, have long been aware that it is the little cogs inside the machine that allow it to function.  Step aside; you have my word that you will live out your life in comfort—but you will never wield political power again, Myndo.”

“NEVER!” she screamed as she pulled out a concealed micro-laser from her pocket and fired into the abdomen of Thomas, who grunted and staggered as the beam cut and burnt through his lower chest and abdomen, steam rising from the flash-heated blood.  But the beam ended, and Thomas rose back to his feet, even as he pressed one hand against the horrific wound to keep his intestines from spilling.

Myndo tried to fire again, but the micro-laser held only that single shot.  “You would have . . . fared better with . . . a slug-thrower, . . . Myndo,” he gasped.  “Lasers that do . . . not kill immediately . . . depend on shock and pain . . . to incapacitate . . . their victims.  I am . . . no stranger . . . to pain.”

He staggered forward, and Myndo turned to run, but Thomas grabbed her from behind, and she heard the wet sploosh as his intestines and blood dropped onto the floor.  But his arms—the mechanical arms she had ordered the surgeons to fit upon him after sawing off the still intact living limbs—; those arms and hands still had strength, and they circled around her throat.  She tried to scream, but she could only try to draw a gasping breath beneath their constricting hold.

“Perhaps this is for the best, Myndo,” Thomas whispered, as his blood pooled on the floor at his feet.  “Given the power of your rank, perhaps I would have seen my soul transformed in something as monstrous as my appearance—I might well have become you.  Let us die together, then.”

The last thing Myndo heard, as her sight began to gray was the crack of her vertebra as Thomas twisted her head with the last of his strength.  And then both collapsed upon the floor.  And the lights went out for the last time.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 23, 2012, 01:40:58 PM
I am getting Dizzy from all the twists and turns
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: XaosGorilla on June 23, 2012, 10:02:54 PM
wow....  A brutal and amazing death....  well done!  (applauds)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on June 24, 2012, 12:12:18 AM
Very well done!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 24, 2012, 01:41:43 AM
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My agents were aboard your ship when it departed Terra two years ago.

Two years?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 24, 2012, 03:01:02 AM
Invasion Eve from the eye of the map maker.

The Clan holdings in the Chainlaine Isle I had no name to go by so made one up.  also, the invasion waves lines are nice and straight, something that will change on the ground.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 24, 2012, 10:49:37 AM
Invasion Eve from the eye of the map maker.

The Clan holdings in the Chainlaine Isle I had no name to go by so made one up.  also, the invasion waves lines are nice and straight, something that will change on the ground.

Very nice.  I didn't realize how wavy those wave lines would be; I was trying to keep everyone around the same number of target systems in each wave (but Corridor Epsilon ran out of planets!).

For Chainelaine, it is complicated.  Several Clans share worlds, and one system (Fredotta) has three Clans.  While other Clans have an entire system for themselves.  Your solution is probably for the best, but here are the Chainelaine possessions (enclaves):  Vannes (Jade Falcon); Ingvolstand (Wolf; Coyote); Fredotto (Blood Spirit; Fire Mandrill; Nova Cat); Idrmach (Smoke Jaguar); Syrstart (Cloud Cobra; Star Adder); Haublan (Diamond Shark); Rondane (Ghost Bear; Goliath Scorpion); Paran (Hell's Horses; Snow Raven); Far Reach (Ice Hellion); and Chaine Cluster (Steel Viper).

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 24, 2012, 12:42:08 PM
ComStar First Circuit
Hilton Head, Terra
July 19, 3043


“Primus Myndo Waterly is dead,” intoned Charles Seneca, Precentor-ROM.  Of course, everyone present knew why the First Circuit had been hastily convened.  “Last evening, she had a meeting with an Adept—her guards responded to the sounds of a struggle, but they were too late.  Both Adept Thomas and the Primus were dead.”

“Thomas?  That clown?” barked Precentor Atreus, Demona Aziz.  “The guards must be interrogated and punished for failing in their duty to protect the Primus!”

Focht frowned, and he shook his head.  “They responded quickly, Precentor Atreus.  Yet you wish to subject them to torture and execution for an event that no one foresaw?”

“They failed, Precentor Martial!  That is reason enough for them to suffer.  Why was he allowed access to the Sanctum in the first place?”

Charles shook his head.  “The Primus summoned him—and she dismissed the guards.  The two apparently argued over some matter, and she managed to fatally wound him with a laser.  Unfortunately, her body guards had only just entered the room when Adept Thomas broke her neck with his bare hands.  They hesitated to fire for a split-second in fear of hitting the Primus accidently; her death was not caused by their actions or inactions.”

“So you say!  They are your men, and they failed in their charge.  All who fail must suffer the consequences!”

“I realize that I am new here,” spoke up Gregory Zwick, Precentor Naval, “but I must say that many of our personnel will resent seeing men who did their jobs and obeyed the orders they were given held accountable for the actions of others.  Terror is all well and good, but unless you are planning on inciting paranoia within our ranks, it is often counter-productive.”

“You have no vote here, Precentor Naval!  Hold your tongue, lest I order it removed!”  Aziz spat, and Zwick’s expression darkened.

“You are not Primus, Precentor Atreus,” the Naval officer said quietly.  “But you are welcome to try; I assure you that you will not care for the outcome of that confrontation, however.”

“You threaten me?  Precentor Naval, I will have you torn limb from limb!”

“Precentor Atreus,” Sharilar Mori, Precentor Dieron, spoke up.  “We are getting ahead of ourselves here.  We must first have a Primus—afterwards, we can decide upon what to do with those who do not follow the Word of Blake.”

“Do not utter that holy phrase, Precentor Dieron; you pay only lip-service to your beliefs.  Have you not argued time and again for the secularization of this organization?  Ignoring ritual and tradition in favor of promoting those loyal to you?”

“All that I did, Precentor Atreus, was at the direction and order of the Primus—whom I served faithfully and completely.  She was my mentor after all . . . but since you have raised the issue, yes, I support a loosening of the restrictions placed upon the members of this Order.  Jerome Blake commanded that ComStar stand ready to act in defense of humanity; yet this Order has at times stood opposed to the restoration of civilization.  And what for cause?  Our own power?  Our own arrogance that only we are able to lead the human race into the future?”

“The Word of Blake cannot be compromised!  All will accept it or they shall perish!”

“And so you would start your reign with a purge, Precentor Atreus?”

“I will cull those unsuited for the Call of the Word of Blake from our midst, Precentor Dieron—starting with you.”

Mori just nodded her head pleasantly, as if Aziz were asking her to tea.  The older woman’s cheeks flushed as the unspoken rebuke.

“Just because we do not advocate conversion of the unwilling by force, Precentor Atreus, does not mean we are less committed to the teachings of Blake,” calmly spoke Michael York, Precentor New Earth.

Aziz sneered.  “You remain only on the First Circuit out of deference to your ancestor Hollings York, Precentor New Earth.  You are secundus in this chamber, so I would advise you to remain silent.”

“And let someone as insane as you speak in my stead.  No Precentor Atreus, I have remained silent long enough.”

“HOW DARE YOU!”

“How dare you believe that only your interpretation of Conrad Toyama’s alterations of Jerome Blake’s own words is the correct interpretation?  You ignore that which prevents you from getting what you want, and impose the rest upon all other people, Precentor Atreus!” Michael answered in a fiery roar.  “We have had enough madness and insanity in the robes of the Primus, and it will be a cold day in Hell before you ever wear those white robes!”

“HERETIC!  APOSTATE!  GUARDS!  Seize him!” Aziz sputtered.

But the guards did not move.

Mori laughed.  “Precentor Atreus, there is no Primus to command the Guards—they answer only to Precentor ROM at the moment—one of those you threatened to purge.  Perhaps we should have the vote for Primus, so that we might settle this?  Are there nominations?”

“Aye,” answered Precentor Tharkad.  The old bespectacled man lowered his hood and gazed across the First Circuit with glistening blue eyes.  “I name as nominee for Primus Michael York.  He comes from a good line, he knows well the catechisms, and he bears the intelligence of his great-grandfather.  He is healthy, and young, and well-respected amongst the Adepts.”

Precentor Bryant frowned.  “He is too soft; I nominate Demona Aziz for Primus.  She will restore ComStar to its rightful place.”

Mori nodded and then she smiled.  “I call for the vote—and announce my support of Precentor New Earth.”

Demona whipped around and she only stared at Mori in shock.  She knew that Mori wanted the title of Primus, but she was not contesting it with York—which meant that Aziz’s faction might not have the votes to put her in place.  But Precentor Atreus was too slow, for a half-dozen voices seconded her motion.

In a matter of moments, the vote had been taken, and Michael York exchanged his yellow robes of a Precentor with the white robes of Primus.

“You have won here today, Primus,” Aziz spat.  “But one victory does not win the war.  I will return to my post on Atreus.”

“Ah, Demona.  I am issuing an order in chambers for all of the First Circuit to remain on Terra until the Clan crisis is resolved.  Your deputy on Atreus will have to handle the burdens of that distant station.”

“I AM PRECENTOR ATREUS!  I have a sacred duty!  And no one, Primus or other, can stop me from that duty!”

“Guards, arrest former Precentor Aziz; take her outside and shoot her,” Michael replied calmly.

The ROM Guards moved, grabbing the Precentor’s arms and they hauled her screaming outside, until a single gunshot silenced the woman.  “Anyone else want to defy their new Primus?”  He paused but there was no answer in the now silent chamber.  “Good.  We seem to need to a Precentor Atreus—Cameron St. Jaimais,” he said to the Demi-Precentor who served as Aziz’s aide.  “You will not be receiving that post—guards detain him for questioning.”

A stunned St. Jaimais was hauled away from the First Circuit and Michael began to pace.  “Precentor Martial, can you spare Trent Arian from his post?”

Focht frowned.  “I’ve just promoted him to full Precentor and given him the 85th Division, Primus.  He is an excellent officer.”

“Yes, he is.  And he is a man I can trust—can you spare him?”

Focht bowed low.  “As the Primus commands.”

“To hell with that blessed nonsense that deifies the Primus, Precentor Martial—yes or no?”

“Yes, Primus,” Focht answered with a smile.

“Good.  Then I appoint Trent Arian as Precentor Atreus—unless the First Circuit objects?”  Michael paused.  “No objections.  Good.  Then we are adjourned—Precentors Martial, Naval, and ROM, please stay.  I need a full briefing.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on June 24, 2012, 01:09:01 PM
Ah another York, of course I approve! Thought you might put William Blane who is currently Precentor of Gibson and good friend of Thomas Marik (the only one left alive) in as the new Precentor Atreus. Surprised there wasn't more word play from Precentor New Avalon Huthrin Vandel, Precentor Tharkad Ulthan Everson, Precentor Sian Jen Li, and Precentor Rasalhague Gardner Riis. As of 3052 these four along with Mori and Aziz were the only 6 Advocate (voting representing a House) members. Here is a list of the entire First Circuit which I have plans to reactivate in Clarion Call. Enjoy!

      6 / Original First Circuit Precentors (Primus Jerome Blake - 2785)
   First Precentor of New Earth      
   First Precentor of Caph (Barnard)      
   First Precentor of Rigel Kent (Alpha C)   
   First Precentor of Bryant         
   First Precentor of Procyon
   First Precentor of Dieron*         
      4 / Expansion Reform (Primus Raymond Kaprov - 2857)
   First Precentor of Arcturus         
   First Precentor of Oriente         
   First Precentor of Altair         
   First Precentor of Capella         
      4 / Advocate Precentors (Primus Yin Takami - 2988 - *Precentor Dieron represents the DC)
   First Precentor of Atreus         
   First Precentor of Sian         
   First Precentor of New Avalon      
   First Precentor of Tharkad         
      1 / Free Rasalhague (Primus Myndo Waterly - 3034)
   First Precentor of Rasalhague
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 24, 2012, 01:27:37 PM
Ah another York, of course I approve! Thought you might put William Blane who is currently Precentor of Gibson and good friend of Thomas Marik (the only one left alive) in as the new Precentor Atreus. Surprised there wasn't more word play from Precentor New Avalon Huthrin Vandel, Precentor Tharkad Ulthan Everson, Precentor Sian Jen Li, and Precentor Rasalhague Gardner Riis. As of 3052 these four along with Mori and Aziz were the only 6 Advocate (voting representing a House) members. Here is a list of the entire First Circuit which I have plans to reactivate in Clarion Call. Enjoy!

      6 / Original First Circuit Precentors (Primus Jerome Blake - 2785)
   First Precentor of New Earth      
   First Precentor of Caph (Barnard)      
   First Precentor of Rigel Kent (Alpha C)   
   First Precentor of Bryant         
   First Precentor of Procyon
   First Precentor of Dieron*         
      4 / Expansion Reform (Primus Raymond Kaprov - 2857)
   First Precentor of Arcturus         
   First Precentor of Oriente         
   First Precentor of Altair         
   First Precentor of Capella         
      4 / Advocate Precentors (Primus Yin Takami - 2988 - *Precentor Dieron represents the DC)
   First Precentor of Atreus         
   First Precentor of Sian         
   First Precentor of New Avalon      
   First Precentor of Tharkad         
      1 / Free Rasalhague (Primus Myndo Waterly - 3034)
   First Precentor of Rasalhague

I didn't know their names!  I do have Precentor Tharkad with a single line, but for the most part, the First Circuit was of the philosophy the nail that stands above the rest is just asking to be pounded.  They weren't going to put themselves between Demona and Sharilar.  They are, after all, survivors.

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 24, 2012, 02:34:49 PM
ComStar First Circuit
Hilton Head, Terra
July 19, 3043


“. . . and that is the current status of our forces, Primus,” finished Focht. 

Michael York frowned and then he shook his head.  “Things could be worse, I suppose.  Precentor Martial, I want your First and Second Armies to move out immediately to join with Jaime Wolf’s Grand Army on Tukayyid—but you will remain here on Terra to crack the whip over the rest of our command.  Use whatever resources you deem necessary, but I want the remaining ten Armies ready for combat operations as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Primus.  Do you intend to subordinate our forces under Wolf’s command?  Primus Waterly refused to entertain such a notion?”

“The House Lords agreed to put him in charge of the Grand Army—it would be hubris to commit the equal of just six ‘Mech Regiments and demand operational control.”

Focht smiled.  “It would indeed, my Primus.  I’ll have the orders cut within twenty-four hours.”

“Good.  Precentor Naval?”

“The Titan Yards are fully on-line and have six ships that they are currently working on restoring.  Our Yard-Ships are assembled at the Naval Caches and are working to transfer ships to Titan.  At the moment, we have managed to activate fourteen vessels, including the Dantes we had prior to this crisis, but not including any of the Yard-Ships themselves.  I am currently flying my flag from the Cameron-class BC Invisible Truth, with the Sovetskii Soyuz-class cruiser Blake’s Vengeance as our only other heavy vessel.  We do have all seven frigates back in service, along with five Lola III-class destroyers.  We have designated the Congress-class Frigates Cleansing Fire and Hollings York,” and Gregory Zwick chuckled, as did the Primus, “as our training vessels.  They have more internal room than the Dantes, or the Riga-class Fire Angel.  That one was quite a surprise when we found her in the cache.”

Michael nodded.  “Gentlemen, there is another military force which ComStar has access to—a force known only as The Blood.  I have already issued them orders to report to Terra immediately.  Precentor Martial, their ground component is the 331st Royal BattleMech Division, a former Star League formation belonging to . . . well, let us just say it plainly.  They are the descendants of the survivors of Clan Wolverine—the ‘Not-Named’ Clan Jaime Wolf briefed the House Lords on.”

Focht inhaled sharply, and then he nodded.  “Do they have Clan equipment?”

“No.  They left too early in the timeline of the Clans to be have benefited from the research and development—but they are fully equipped with Star League era technology—including Royal BattleMechs.”  Michael smiled.  “And their infantry are completely outfitted with Nighthawk PA(L); no match for an Elemental one-for-one, but the 331st fields nearly 1,300 infantry troopers wearing them.  Not to mention the six hundred and forty-eight BattleMechs, three hundred and twenty-four tanks, thirty-six mobile Arrow IV launchers, and one hundred eight aerospace fighters.”

The Precentor Martial whistled.  “That is close to two full Armies in and of itself, Primus.”

“Yes.  But we cannot use them against the Clans except in the most dire of circumstances—if the Clans discover the nature of the Blood, that the 331st Division lives, that the Wolverines still exist, they will stop at nothing to destroy them and us.  Precentor Naval, the Blood also has a Naval Flotilla which is en route to Terra as well.  This force consists of a McKenna-class battleship, a Texas-class battleship, a Quixote-class frigate, a Concordat-class frigate, and two Essex-class destroyers.  Unlike the 331st, the Blood have managed to change the emissions signatures enough so that, hopefully, the Clans will not recognize these ships as being former Wolverines.  I want you to retain the Blood’s battleships here, along with your training frigates to provide security for Terra, Precentor Naval.  The rest of your ships will accompany the First and Second ComGuard Armies to Tukayyid.  Sixteen new WarShips should give Jaime Wolf and the House Lords pause if they doubt the strength of ComStar, correct?”

The men laughed.  “Primus,” asked Seneca, “how were you aware of the Blood?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know, Precentor ROM—I am well aware of how close you and Thomas were.  My family has known of the Blood since their arrival in the Inner Sphere so long ago.  The colonized a world not far from Terra, one that fell off the maps in the aftermath of the First Succession War.  Over the years, my family has served as a liaison to them, and I know them well.  They will fight against the Clans, but realize that if their presence becomes common knowledge, it could well mean the end of all we are fighting to defend.”

Michael paused, and then he nodded precisely.  “And there remains the small matter of those who will take affront with what I have done about Aziz and St. Jaimais.  Precentor ROM, I want your ranks cleansed of those who will fight us—I want all of ComStar cleansed of them from the highest echleon of power to the lowest Acolyte.  Understand me, gentlemen, I will brook no rogue elements within ComStar.  In order to protect humanity, we must stand united as one.  And if I have to kill a third of our order to do that, I am willing to pay that cost.”

“There are many in ROM who believe in the vision of Aziz and Waterly, Primus.  This will weaken us,” Seneca protested.

“This too will pass, Precentor ROM.  Precentor Martial, Precentor Naval, assist Precentor ROM if he requires it—but the rot will be removed before the body of ComStar becomes septic.  Gentlemen.” 
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 24, 2012, 04:29:56 PM
Headquarters, Grand Army of the Inner Sphere
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
July 20, 3043


“You are sending me what, Precentor Martial?” asked Jaime Wolf, his eyes narrowing at the robed figure standing there in the holographic HPG projection.

“Primus York has authorized the ComGuards to join your Grand Army on Tukayyid, Supreme Commander.  Our First and Second Armies will be joining you there within the next two months—along with elements of ComStar’s WarShip Fleet.  I have included full details on the exact unit composition in a technical appendix.”

“Am I to presume that this contribution is only elements of your ground forces as well?”

“You may presume that, Supreme Commander,” Focht said with a wry grin.  Then he sobered up.  “ComStar has not committed military force in more than two centuries, Jaime Wolf.  My personnel are undergoing extensive training, but the only ones in which I have confidence are up to your standards are the ones you will be receiving.  Oh, and I have been informed by Precentor ROM and the Primus—Primus York—that Waterly’s decapitation strike was rendered harmless before it could infuriate the Clans.”

“So she is dead then?  By your hand?”

“She is dead; not by my hand.  She angered the wrong Adept, and she paid the ultimate price.  Michael York is no Myndo Waterly, Jaime Wolf.  We are now in the game, so to speak.”

Wolf slowly nodded.  “Very well.  We will expect your troops—but I will judge whether or not they are ready to join the Grand Army.”

“As you wish, Supreme Commander.  They will obey your orders as if they were my own.”

“In that case, Precentor Martial, I have work to get ba- . . .” Jaime stopped as Focht raised one hand.

“There is another matter, Supreme Commander.  Are you familiar with the Chainelaine Isles?”

“I know of them, but I am not familiar, no.”

“ComStar has received some . . . intelligence information from a source there.  The Clans have seized them—two years ago, in fact—and using those systems as their supply depots for this Invasion.”

“Are they now?” Jaime softly asked.

“According to my source, they have even erected factory complexes brought with them from your Homeworlds—and are building up a massive stockpile of equipment and munitions.”

“Defenses?”

“Alas, my source’s access is limited—but I have included the complete information he forwarded to us in my report, Supreme Commander.  I should note that he has positively identified elements of sixteen of the seventeen Clans you briefed us on.  And he claims that the lower Castes speak of a Burrock Annihilation.”

Now Jaime Wolf frowned.  “Sixteen, you said?  That is more than I expected,” hoped for, rather, thought Jaime to himself.

“Whether they are here to actively participate or simply observe, I cannot say, Supreme Commander.  But the information does present possibilities.”

“Depending on the defenses they have there . . . yes, Precentor Martial, there are certainly possibilities.  Thank you, Focht.”

“As difficult as it might be to believe, Jaime Wolf, we are all on the same side in this fight.  I have no more desire than you to live out the rest of my life as a slave to the Clans.”

Jaime Wolf laughed.  “If you and I are caught, we will be executed, Precentor Martial.  You need have no fear or worry of being thrown into the lower castes as the property of a Clan.”

“I will bid you a good night, then, Supreme Commander.  The peace of Blake be with you.”  And the display faded away.

Jaime turned to his aide.  “Leadership meeting, fifteen minutes, main briefing room—pass the word.  And pull all the information we have on the Isles.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on June 24, 2012, 04:53:09 PM
Interesting. Just something else of note MA. Hollings York was (according to ISP) a member of the Blood and so to may his kin.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 24, 2012, 05:03:50 PM
Interesting. Just something else of note MA. Hollings York was (according to ISP) a member of the Blood and so to may his kin.

Yes, but Michael might not want to advertise that, yes? 

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on June 24, 2012, 05:30:30 PM
True, true...
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 24, 2012, 06:28:47 PM
Quote
Very nice.  I didn't realize how wavy those wave lines would be; I was trying to keep everyone around the same number of target systems in each wave (but Corridor Epsilon ran out of planets!).

For Chainelaine, it is complicated.  Several Clans share worlds, and one system (Fredotta) has three Clans.  While other Clans have an entire system for themselves.  Your solution is probably for the best, but here are the Chainelaine possessions (enclaves):  Vannes (Jade Falcon); Ingvolstand (Wolf; Coyote); Fredotto (Blood Spirit; Fire Mandrill; Nova Cat); Idrmach (Smoke Jaguar); Syrstart (Cloud Cobra; Star Adder); Haublan (Diamond Shark); Rondane (Ghost Bear; Goliath Scorpion); Paran (Hell's Horses; Snow Raven); Far Reach (Ice Hellion); and Chaine Cluster (Steel Viper).

MA

It was easier to keep Chainlaine as one grouping, too many lines mess things up.  I'll redo part of the map to clear uo Chainlaine.

What I thought of doing for the invasion is what Oystein does.  Primary Clans have white worlds, shared worlds are half white/half grey and worlds owned by the Secondary Clans are all grey.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 24, 2012, 06:35:52 PM
That works for me.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on June 24, 2012, 06:49:52 PM
This should work better for Chainlaine.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 24, 2012, 06:56:57 PM
 ;D ;D ;D ;D

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 24, 2012, 08:11:02 PM
CIKS Victory
Star’s End, Near Periphery
July 22, 3043


Every member of the Clans in the Invasion Force waited as they watched the monitors set in the bulkheads of their WarShips, their JumpShips, their DropShips, their BattleMechs, their Aerospace Fighters.  At precisely 2200 hours, the monitors showed a burst of static and then it cleared, revealing the ilKhan of the Clans.

From Rondane to Porthos, every Clan Warrior waited for her words with a held breath.

“Trothkin, hearken to the words of your ilKhan.  Today is the day that we begin the Liberation of the Inner Sphere from those who robbed our ancestors of their homes.  Make no mistake, our opponents are no cowards; they will fight us for every millimeter of land.  They will do their best to kill us, to turn us aside, to make us be other than the Clans of Kerensky.”

“They will fail.”

“Sixteen Clans today will take part in the Return that the Great Father promised one day would come.  We will all see combat before this is finished, but in the end, it is the Clans who shall hold Terra and restore until all of Mankind the rule of the Star League that should never have fallen!”

“Trothkin!  We have trained, we have amassed supplies, we have honed our edge to a razor, and today shall that weapon you have become be unleashed.  Each of your Khan’s has given you your orders—you know your objectives, and you will not disappoint the Founder’s whose blood flows within your veins.”

“There are but three last orders I must give unto you.  First, the enemy we fight will break; they will attempt to flee.  This must not be permitted—you are to engage their transport ships and not allow them a means of escape.  We will prevent them from learning by having their survivors regroup and train new troops to face us.  Capture those ships, if possible; destroy them otherwise, but strand each formation you fight on the world where they stand, so that they no choice but to face us.”

“Second, some of your opponents will be honorable.  To these we will extend the courtesy of zellbrigen; but to those who act as dezgra you shall treat as dezgra.  This is the order of your ilKhan—and all Clans shall follow it.  We will not slake our anger at their warriors upon their civilians; we are better than that, trothkin.  We shall turn our fury on those who earned it and annihilate them; without mercy, without remorse, without a second thought.”

Yvonne paused and she looked at the timer display quickly descending towards zero.  “My final order, brothers and sisters of the Clans, is this:  GO!  Depart into the Inner Sphere, bid well, fight well, and seize from those who hounded your Founders from their own worlds Victory!  Return with honor,  or return not at all!  Ship commanders, prepare to Jump to your target systems.  VICTORY, my trothkin!”

And aboard more than five thousand DropShips, JumpShips, and WarShips, every Clan Warrior, across an arc of space measuring nearly a thousand light-years, returned her primal battle cry:  VICTORY!

And the ships jumped.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on June 24, 2012, 09:58:48 PM
We will all see combat before this is finished, but in the end, it is the Clans who shall hold Terra and restore until all of Mankind the rule of the Star League that should never have fallen!”

Minor proofreading note. I'm guessing that should be "unto" not "until". Other than that tiny thing, it's a strong passage for covering a morale speech (something I always find difficult when writing, as I too often fall back on the many motivational speeches I gave in high school or from the 8.4 billion films I've watched).
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on June 24, 2012, 10:38:44 PM
Its on!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 25, 2012, 12:24:44 PM
Headquarters, Grand Army of the Inner Sphere
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
July 25, 3043


Jaime Wolf carefully kept all expression from his face as he watched the board display quickly update.  A swath  of worlds along the Periphery border had seen their garrisons slowly reduced; pulled back deeper into the interior.  On worlds where there had once been RCTs, perhaps a single combined arms battalion now stood in defense—plus the local militia, of course.  But not on all of the worlds.  Some of them, despite his pleading with Hanse Davion, Melissa Steiner-Davion, and Takashi Kurita were deemed too important to give up without a fight.

The Wolf had hoped to use this first wave to gather information about the invaders, relying on the local militia (and their new equipment) to bleed the Clans; along with the special operations forces charged with operating in the invaders rear once they had moved deeper into the Inner Sphere—but no plan survives contact with the enemy.  And they are definitely the enemy, Jaime thought as he nodded.

One of his aides came up with the latest report and Wolf grunted at him sourly.  “We have confirmations of Jade Falcon forces—in Galaxy strength on Barcelona, Bone-Norman, and Newtown Square.  Before the HPGs went down, the 39th Avalon Hussars RCT were screaming for immediate reinforcements.  We expected that, Sir, but we didn’t expect them to deliberate target the 39th’s JumpShips.”

Wolf frowned.  “They engaged them?”

“They sent Elementals across and took them—by the time the ship commanders figured out what was going on, half their JumpShips were under Falcon control.  The remainder attempted to power up and make a jump—but a Falcon warship blew the first three who tried apart; the rest surrendered, but the Flotilla commander managed to transmit his report before the HPG went silent.”

Jaime looked at the shocked faces of the commanders gathered in the room:  JumpShips were the life blood of the Inner Sphere.  NO ONE fired upon them, except in the most dire of circumstances, and even then, it was an action almost guaranteed to cost an officer his command.  We—no, Jaime thought, I, dammit—I should have expected this.

“The Hell’s Horses have hit Apollo, Bensinger, and Somerset, while the Snow Ravens were reported on Anywhere and Here.  Clan Steel Viper struck Icar, New Caledonia, and Toland.  The Coyotes were landing on Alleghe and St. John when we lost communications.”  The aide paused and he winced as he looked Jaime Wolf.

“The Wolves are attacking five worlds:  Bruben, The Edge, Kirchbach, Lovinac, and Rodigo.  The Ghost Bears also struck the worlds of Hermagor, Leoben, Outpost, Skallevoll, and Svevlik.  Rasalhague confirms that the Goliath Scorpions are on Balsta and New Bergen, while Clan Cloud Cobra has landed on Holmsbu and Susquehanna.”

“The Star Adders hit five worlds as well:  Constance, Damien, Jarrett, Pinnacle, and Thule; but Clan Fire Mandrill has hit seven:  Almunge, Brocchi’s Cluster, Idlewind, Richmond, Rockland, Schwartz, and Turtle Bay.  And finally, before we lost the HPG connections, the DCMS reported that the Smoke Jaguars were inbound to Bjarred, Stapelfeld, and Virentofta.  And we multiple confirmed reports of them seizing or destroying state-owned and independent JumpShips on station.”

“In all, Supreme Commander Wolf, they hit forty-two worlds simultaneously in the Federated Commonwealth, the Free Rasalhague Republic, and the Draconis Combine.”

Muttered whispers circled the room as Wolf nodded.   It exceeded even his worst case estimates; twelve confirmed Clans—and if the Precentor Martial had been correct there were four more.  Wolf nodded as he considered the map and lines suddenly appeared separating the Clans into eight distinct zones, the bright red lines plunging towards the center of the Inner Sphere where they converged upon Terra.

“They must have two Clans assigned to each corridor,” he said slowly.  “Knowing my former kinsmen, probably one active and one reserve Clan.  The Falcons, Vipers, Mandrills, and Jaguars acted without their reserves—but every other Clan used them at least in part.” He paused and looked over the map.  “I imagine the plan called for hitting  three to four border worlds each, but some of these Clans appear to be moving faster.  I’d expect of that of the Wolves, but it is curious that the Bears and Star Adders—two very conservative Clans—would have gambled in such a fashion.  The Horse’s were slightly more cautious; but they too seem to be using their reserves to gain an advantage over the others.”

Jaime frowned, and then he chuckled.  “The Mandrills probably didn’t even read the plan.  They have seven Kindraa, and were assigned seven worlds, and no Kindraa will allow even the Mandrill Khan to order them to remain behind!”

“And your orders?”

“Unchanged, General Winston,” Wolf told the commander of the Eridani Light Horse.  “Until these Clan formations are bled white, we cannot risk engaging them and losing the Grand Army.  If we lose this force in a precipitous attack, we lose the Inner Sphere.  No, for now we wait.  We wait while our brothers and sisters out there bleed and die, and despite that we must hold firm until the time is right to bring our full strength to bear and throw a punch so devastating that it causes the Clans to reel back in stunned shock.”

“The Lords may not like that, Supreme Commander,” she whispered quietly.

Wolf snorted.  “They usually do not like bad news, General Winston.  I’ll deal with them; speaking of which . . .” his voice trailed off as another aide approached and saluted. 

“Sir.  Elected Prince Magnusson is demanding to speak with you immediately!  Sir!”

Wolf nodded, then he turned back to the commanding officer of the Eridani.  “Step up the training schedule, Ariana, while I pat a Successor Lord on his hands and tell him everything is going to be alright.  It is a lie of course, but a necessary one.  And . . . join me for dinner this evening.  There is an operation I am putting together that your Light Horse might be well suited for.”

“Sir,” she answered.

Wolf turned back to the aide, and made a shooing gesture with his hands.  “I know where the HPG communications center is, son.  I'll be there in a bit."

"The Prince is waiting, Sir."

"And he can keep on waiting until I get there.  Now return to duty, Leftenant; I do not need an escort inside my own HQ."
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 25, 2012, 02:17:23 PM
Knife Dance Keshik, Invasion Corridor Epsilon
New Bergen, Free Rasalhague Republic
July 25, 3043


“That was not part of their batchall!” A warrior in Nikolai’s command Trinary snarled.  The Khan smiled at the righteous indignation of the young Star Commander.

“Aff, Star Commander Scott.  It was not—but then we know that our enemy will practice deceit and outright lies in order to win; it was expected, quiaff?”

The chastised young man quickly responded.  “Aff, my Khan.”

Still, it was intimidating, Nikolai thought.  A horde of light vehicles was zooming over the far ridge ahead of the Keshik—two hundred plus six-wheeled, ten-ton armored cars, tearing up the sod and soil in rooster-tails behind them as they speed towards the Clan Cluster as quickly as a Locust could run.  “Knife Dance Keshik,” the Khan broadcast, “they have broken their batchall and fielded forces not included in their bid—zellbrigen is hereby suspended.  Engage at will.  Star Colonel Myers—the 25th Cuirassier is needed; execute your drop.  Star Colonel Dinour—I want the 8th Dragoons to screen our right flank; we haven’t encountering their actual bid forces yet and I would prefer not to be surprised while we are dealing with this.”

The Cluster commanders responded with a quick “Aff”, as the Knife Dance Keshik opened fire upon the STAGs rapidly approaching.  An acronym for Single-crew Tactical Assault Gun-carrier, the STAG was an inexpensive, ICE powered, lightly armored, and lightly armed vehicle with tremendous mobility.  Armed only with a six-tube SRM launcher and a machine-gun, it was woefully short-ranged; but when used en masse, it posed a clear and present danger even to Clan OmniMechs.  But the weak armor was no match for the Clan weapons—and dozens, scores of STAGs erupted in balls of fire as single Gauss Rifle slugs, ER Large Laser beams, and ER PPC bolts tore through them, igniting fuel and munitions.

But the sheer numbers of the STAGs tearing across the landscape meant that some would enter range to engage the Keshik—or so it appeared.  Lines of crimson and cyan fire lanced down from the heavens as a star of Scorpion Zulu-class fighters streaked by in Nap of the Earth flight mode; their lasers ripping through the mass of STAGs as all ten crisscrossed the battlefield—scores more of the armored cars exploded beneath the strafing runs.

Half of the New Bergen militia force was now dead or crippled, but still the remainder closed, and Nikolai nodded to himself as in respect for the bravery of those Warriors facing him.  “Reserve Artillery Alpha—final protective fire grid coordinates 14-537-242; cluster rounds, one salvo.”  He reached down to a touch screen monitor at his knee and he drew a box indicating where he wanted the fire.

The Star Captain commanding the Scorpion’s artillery reserves did not question the order, even though the coordinates were just meters outside the danger zone of the blast and fragmentation from the ‘Mechs and Elementals of the Keshik.  His only answer was, “Shot,” and Nikolai turned his attention back to the wave of vehicles, triggering his own ER Medium Lasers and LB-10X autocannon upon three who had gotten a shade too close for comfort.

Clouds of SRMs blossomed from the lead STAGs, and Nikolai’s Summoner II quivered as the Anti-Missile System swiveled and engaged the lead flights.  A hailstorm of tungsten slugs flew outwards from the front lines of the Keshik and missiles exploded prematurely—but not all of them.  Explosions tore into his ‘Mechs and Elementals, but fully half of the missiles fired missed!  A combination of the range, the evasive movements of the STAGs, and the generally poor gunnery on the part of their militia pilots.

“Splash,” a voice called out on his radio as the grassy plain in front of Nikolai heaved when twenty Arrow IV artillery rockets split apart to deploy hundreds of sub-munitions, each containing a self-forging high explosive penetrator at its core.

It was too much for the Rasalhagi militia-men.  The survivors—barely sixty in all—broke and began to speed away, but the Knife Dance ran behind them, shooting them as they tried to evade.  The lead STAG crossed over the ridge, it’s wheels leaving the ground as the pilot did not slow—and it exploded in mid-air as the retreating vehicles ran straight into the fresh medium, heavy, and assault-weight ‘Mechs of the 25th Cuirassier!

In moments, the last of the gallant militiamen were put down, and Nikolai took a moment to assess his status.  Over half of his OmniMechs had suffered at least some damage—three had been destroyed by lucky hits.  Seventeen Elementals were killed as well, and many of the survivors had significant damage to their armor—but he had eliminated two full Regiments of light armor in exchange. 

“Knife Dance actual, Whip-Tail actual.  Fortified line of infantry bunkers and vehicle defilade positions in the woods to your east.  Estimate two plus regiments of infantry, supported by Axel, Vedette, and Scorpion tanks.  Correction, they have artillery as well—receiving Sniper and Thumper fire.”

“Aff, Whip-Tail actual.  Fall back on my position!  Star Captain Suvorov!”

“Yes, my Khan?” the pilot answered.

“Recon pass, one point, wood-line to the east of this ridge, back to the fens,” he said as his finger sketched out the flight path he wanted.  “Find those artillery pieces—your Star is loaded with cluster and inferno bombs?”
 
“Aff.”

“Set the woods ablaze, Star Captain.  Star Commander Baba, follow her in and hammer the woods with your full load.  Reserve Artillery Trinary—engage in counter-battery fire!”

“Aff.”  "Aff."  "Aff."

“Knife Dance Keshik skirt the woods to the south—25th Cuirassier to the north.  Whip-Tail, advance head-on once the bombing run is completed.”

“Aff.”

The Scorpions moved out quickly and precisely as eight Zulus screamed past, loosing their drag-retarded bomb loads over the woods.  Blossoms of inferno gel erupted in smoky plumes as the cluster bombs tore apart the trees and vehicles—and the dry underbrush and timber ignited in a firestorm.  A firestorm that grew in intensity as a full star of heavy-weight Huns followed, unleashing their own bomb loads and pouring PPC fire blindly into the thick wode.

“Scorpion OmniMechs advance into the fire!  Elementals move to engage the artillery!”

The OmniMechs moved in through the blaze, trusting in their heavy heat sink loads to deal with the flames.  The entire forest was criss-crossed with interlocking bunkers for infantry, razor wire, dug-in positions for tanks, and mines—but the New Bergen Armored Brigade had not expected the sudden incendiary attack from the air.  Entire companies of infantrymen were cremated where they stood as the white-hot gel showered down upon them; the mines detonated from the heat; the vehicles were blackened and burnt out—but it was only the first line.  Had the militia stayed in their defenses in the second and third lines, they might have slowed the Scorpions—but panic set in amongst them and they abandoned the fortifications to flee.  And were cut to ribbons by APG and cluster LB-X fire, even as the internal combustion tanks exploded at the touch of heavy energy weapons.

“Knife Dance actual, Gamma Recon Lead—eight Thumper, four Sniper at grid coordinates 15-214-100.  Supported by heavy tanks and missile carriers.” A dull explosion resounded over the radio.  “And air-defense.  Returning to base to refuel and rearm.”

“Aff, Gamma Recon Lead.  Reserve Artillery Alpha—pour it on that target until you exhaust your munitions, then return to the DropShips and reload.”

“Aff.”

“Star Colonel Myers, I want the 25th to take those artillery vehicles at the run—recover your Elementals and eliminate them.  Star Colonel Dinour—break into stars and form a skirmish line to uncover additional ambushes.  Your target is the capital city—do not stop unless you run into overwhelming resistance.”

“Aff.”  “Aff.”

“Knife Dance—press the attack against these tanks!  Do not let them escape!”

Nikolai pushed his Summoner II forward, his weapons spitting death towards the fleeing Rasalhague tanks and infantry.

Not bad for two hours work, the Khan thought as he pressed the throttle forward to the stops.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 26, 2012, 01:29:36 AM
Hmm definitely need a scorecard but it is great and it seems traitors abound
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 26, 2012, 01:33:16 PM
Resistance Cell, Estwyk
New Bergen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
August 18, 3043


“How can we fight them, Gunthar?” asked one of the men gathered in the basement of the former nobleman’s home.  “They destroyed our defenses and militia in a single day!  And now they have brought down these . . . these Constabulary units, and they are everywhere!”  Lars Nielson raised his arm, and pointed out the codex he had been issued.  “And all of us have to wear these things; they might be able to track us with them!”

“Our fathers and grand-fathers fought the Kuritas, Lars; we can and will fight these Scorpions,” Gunthar Hitchens answered calmly.  “New Bergen’s people won’t forget that these occupiers are not of Rasalhague—they will fight, and they will resist.”

A third man snorted.  “And they will die, Gunthar.  Have you paid no attention to what this Clan has instituted since they arrived?  They outlawed all existing currency, and replaced it with these so-called Scorpion-bills.  But they are not bills; no, everything is now electronic, through this codex they have forced us wear.  And they provided a 1.5-1 exchange on existing saving accounts and people voluntarily turning in their currency!  Their Khan met with the leaders of each city, and told them of how other Clans treated their new conquests—he frightened them into accepting Scorpion rule with nary a protest!  It has not helped that he has tread but little on the people here—and he removed all charges for education and health care!”  Erik Storn, shook his head.  “Other than a few changes in the laws that govern us, they have done nothing to provoke the people of New Bergen—except the removal of nobles like you from power.”

“Aye,” the fourth man spoke up, an older man who had fought for Rasalhague independence.  “These Scorpions do not attend our services or join the congregations, but they have made no effort to shut down the kirks.  He has promised that any integration into their caste system will be slow—over a generation; and while some resent wearing a codex, for others it is less of a burden than all of the associated papers and wallets we used to carry—especially under the Snakes.  They brought in twenty-thousand of their own civilian castes, and are upgrading our infrastructure.  Every home will have power, they have promised; every child will be educated to the limit of his ability to learn.  And they have done away with all of the conflicting laws and regulations passed by the Elected Prince!  They even retained our local magistrates and sheriffs; and I need not remind you of how the women reacted when they rushed Magdalene’s daughter into surgery and saved her life—then shot the hospital administrator who had turned them away because they couldn’t afford the treatment!”

Erik snorted, as he quoted Nikolai Djerassi.  “All Scorpions will have whatever medical treatment they need—and you are now Scorpions.  Putting profit ahead of health care is an evil we have long done away with!”

Lars nodded.  “You believe that will not resonate among the people, Gunthar?”

“I built that damned hospital—I have the right to earn back what I invested!” the nobleman snarled.

“Yes, you do,” the fifth man said calmly.  “But you won’t until we force these Scorpions from our world.  We need people—angry people—who are willing to die for the cause of liberty.  And I know where we can secure the materials for bombs.”

The old man winced.  “Olaf, indiscriminate bombings will kill our own people as well.”

“Yes.  They are peasants and collaborators—but we can blame it on the Scorpion reprisals.  If we play this correctly, we can incite the entire city to rise up and overthrow them once their forces leave.”

“At least some of their Constabulary will remain, Olaf,” warned Erik.  “And I think you may well be overestimating how willing the average New Bergen is willing to cast away this . . . egalitarianism the Scorpions espouse.  ‘Among the Scorpions,’ Khan Djerassi says, ‘a man holds high office or great power not because of birth, but through merit.  All Scorpions have the same opportunity to rise—or fall—depending upon their quality and character.’  Many here didn’t like the nobility that Magnusson installed—they would prefer trying a new system that doesn’t rob them blind at every turn.”

“Then they are traitors!” Gunthar thundered.  “My family earned its place; my House was charged with New Bergen as our fief, and I will be damned if I just give it up to the unwashed masses!”

Erik glowered at the former ruler of New Bergen.  “If you had not ordered the militia to attack them in a foolish cavalry charge—a head-on assault!—and let them encounter our fortifications instead, we might not be having this discussion.”

“It was a sound plan, Erik—General Stavanger agreed.”

“Stavanger is dead; we have only your word for what he agreed to, Gunthar.  But I believe the plan was to ambush them at close range, melt away, and repeat it again and again and again—only you got impatient and demanded the 3rd and 4th Volunteers sweep away the invaders.  I heard that from your own former butler.”

“And so?  I paid for those militia—I paid for those useless vehicles!  And if they have been worth a half c-bill, they would have crushed this so-called Khan.  They outnumbered him four-to-one!”

Erik winced and the old man shook his head.  “Numbers do not equate to victory, Gunthar.  I served my time in the Rasalhague Regulars of old—I know well that fact.  You do not.”

“And your time is well past, Hans.  Go back to the nursing home, and let real men lead this resistance,” Gunthar snapped.

The old man’s blue eyes turned ice-cold and he glowered at Gunthar with such force the younger man looked away.

Olaf cleared his throat, and the tension in the room slowly ebbed.  “The hospital will be our first target—bombs will destroy the main part of the building, but we will ‘discover’ the paperwork that shows the Scorpions are sterilizing our people in the ruins.”

Hans spat on the floor.  “You would kill our own people, to regain your power?  Both of you are monsters, and I will have nothing to do with this.”

“Take care, old man,” snarled Gunthar.  “You are either on our side, or you stand on theirs!  Lars?  Erik?  Are you with me and Olaf or not?”

Lars slowly nodded his head, but Erik shook his and he stood beside Hans.  “No.  We will resist the Scorpions, but we will not kill our own people to do it.  And neither will you three.”

“And how do you plan on stopping us?”

Erik smiled.  “Lars was right.  The codex each of us wear has a tracking device—and a radio transmitter.  Mine has been active this entire meeting.”

Shocked expressions came over all four of the other men, but before another word could be spoken, the doors to the street above were kicked in and a stream of heavily armed Scorpion Constabulary flooded into the basement.  Lars, Gunthar, and Olaf were quickly handcuffed and removed—neither Erik or Hans were so much as touched.  The three noblemen were dragged outside, and their screams ended with the chatter of sub-machine gun fire.

And then Nikolai Djerassi walked down the steps into the basement.  “I thank you, Erik Eriksson; I do not mind fighting with those who disagree with me,” he nodded to Hans, “but those who indiscriminately slaughter the innocent and unarmed are reprehensible and without any sense of honor.”

“I will resist you,” the old warrior said.  And Nikolai smiled.  “I look forward to it, Hans Petrovich.  You two are free to go about your business.”

“You are not going to shoot us as well?” Hans asked suspiciously.

“Neg.  I will shoot you if you act in a violent fashion against Scorpion rule—but today both of you stood up to them.   I kill when I must, Warrior Hans, and when it is not required I do not kill.  I take no pleasure in the deaths of others; especially the death of a former Warrior who has much which to teach the next generation.  I could use a man like you—New Bergen could use a man like you, Hans Petrovich.”

“I think I will wait, Khan Djerassi.  Perhaps your occupation will be short-lived.”

“Perhaps.  Perhaps not.  But in the meantime, you would deprive the youth of this world the legacy of your experience; you have much to teach—and not much time remaining to impart those lessons.  If you reconsider, there will be a slot open for you in the New Bergen sibko that my Constabulary is organizing.  Good day, gentlemen.”

And the Scorpion Khan turned, ascended the stars, and left.

“Erik,” the old man whispered, “I believe that our troubles are only just starting.”  The younger man only nodded.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 26, 2012, 01:48:59 PM
Too nice and too clever...
These are überScorpions.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 26, 2012, 04:26:57 PM
Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters, Estwyk
New Bergen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
August 20, 3043


The chamber darkened as Nikolai’s guards closed the doors behind them.  The dim lights were to ensure that the holographic projections of the Khans forthcoming conference had the proper contrast, Nikolai—along with Randall Posavatz, his saKhan—waited patiently until the projector sprung into life.

One by one, the images of his fellow Khans and saKhans appeared, along with the ilKhan in their center.  At last Yvonne nodded sharply.  “Wave I is now officially completed.  Wave II will commence on September 8th.  I was somewhat taken aback by the lack of organized resistance—many of the units that Silver Sable reported on these worlds are gone, Khan Djerassi; quiaff?”

“Aff, ilKhan Hazen.  I warned this Council that the information on these worlds in particular was three years old—and thus subject to change.”

“So you did,” she purred in answer.  “There are number of matters which require our attention today; first, Khan Crichell you requested leave to speak.”

“Thank you, ilKhan.  I wish to protest the manner in which the Adders, the Bears, the Horses, the Mandrills, and the Wolves have disregarded the operational plans to date!  They struck all of their worlds on the opening day of the Invasion—casting the remainder of us who followed the plan as overly cautious.  Further, all of those Clans—except the Mandrills—activated their Reserves!  What folly is this?”

“The folly that has us ready to launch Wave II today, Khan Crichell,” answered Ulric Kerensky.  “ilKhan Hazen, the operational plan for Revival called for the invasion of those worlds on or before the date listed.  We simply went before the date—and hence had a greater amount of time to pacify these worlds than the Falcons, Jaguars, or Vipers!”

Khan Andrews shook her head.  “You showed yourselves as cowards!  You admitted to every other Clan your weakness by relying upon your Reserves in such a fashion—ilKhan I demand that these Clans be censured—and their Invasion zones divided amongst the True Clans of Kerensky!”

At least half of the Khans and saKhans present laughed.  Marion Truscott shook his head.  “The Steel Viper does not seem to realize that no such censure would pass—and as our ilKhan has repeatedly said in the past, whether or not an active Clan makes use of its Reserve is at the sole discretion of that Clan!  My Khans, this is an internal matter, not one worthy of the Grand Council!”

“Indeed,” added Ulric Kerensky.  “And there is true business to discuss here.  Khan Tseng; as the world of Unzmarkt lies directly on the border between our Invasion Corridors, I claim the right to bid for its inclusion in the Wolf Zone!”

Amanda smiled.  “Very well, Khan Kerensky.  I will play your game, shall we start the bidding with my Delta Galaxy?”

“ilKhan!  My motion has not been answered!” screamed the Viper Khan.  But Yvonne only frowned.

“Control yourself, Khan Andrews—but the Vipers are correct.  How do my Khans cast the vote:  yea to censure the Adders, Bears, Horses, Wolves, and their associated Reserve Clans, or nay?”

After a short round of votes, it stood at 10 yeas and 22 nays—the Mandrills having, for once, having voted unanimously (perhaps in fear of having their own actions censured in turn), and joined by the still-in-reserve Diamond Sharks and Nova Cats.  “The motion not being carried, there will be no censure of the Clans in question.  Now . . .” she said with a smile as she turned to face Amanda and Ulric.  “There is a bid by Clan Ghost Bear of one full Galaxy to take the world of Unzmarkt—how do the Wolves respond?”

“We bid the Red Keshik, the 11th Wolf Guards, and the 4th Striker Cluster!”

Whispered mutterings circled the room, for the Wolves response was half that of the Bears, but Amanda was quick to reply.

“Jorgensson’s Keshik and the 68th Striker Cluster.”

“Trinary Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Delta of the 4th Striker.”

“Bargained well and done, Khan Kerensky,” answered Amanda.  “I wish you success.”

Ulric smiled.

“The Wolves have added Unzmarkt to their Wave II assignments—with a bid of four Trinary to take the system,” Yvonne proclaimed, and she shook her head as the Viper Khan again rose.  “Khan Andrews?”

“The Vipers bid Trinary Alpha of the 1st Viper Guards to claim Ridderkerk from our shared border with the Wolves—we also bid Trinary Alpha of the 2nd Viper Guards to claim Winfield from the Horses!”

Now, there was a sharp inhalation of air—one Trinary might be enough; if those worlds had not received reinforcements.  Yvonne’s eyes narrowed.  “You have bid well below the cut-down, Khan Andrews—I would advise you not to endanger the Invasion.”

“It is my right!  And my Vipers need no tricks nor a reserve to gain victory!”

“Khan Kerensky?”

“We offer no bid—the Vipers are free to take Ridderkerk if they are that committed to it.”

“Khan Fletcher?”

“ilKhan, the Horses will not challenge the Vipers at this time.  We reserve the right to invade the system if the Vipers fail in their attack, however.  Take that world, Khan Andrews; take it and choke upon it.”

“I will show you how a true Clan fights!”

Fletcher laughed.  “I hope so, Khan Andrews—my latest intelligence from our scout ships in system indicate that Winfield’s Brigade has returned to their home system.  They are an elite Regiment under the command of Leftenant General Davis Winfield; you will be facing no mere militia.”

The blood drained from Jillian Andrews face.  “You did not inform us of that!”

“You hardly gave me time, Khan Andrews.  You have bargained . . . poorly, Viper.”

“Enough!” barked Yvonne.  “Khan Andrews, you have won the right to assault Winfield; you will conform to your bid—or your will face the Ebon Keshik in battle.  You have the option, however, to request hegira from the minefield in which you find yourself—I would suggest highly that you do so.”

“No!  We will take that world; the Steel Vipers do not fear these . . . barbarians!”

Yvonne shook her head, and even ardent Crusaders were staring at Jillian Andrews in disbelief.  “My Khans, are there any additional matters to discuss today?”

Amanda Tseng cleared her throat.  “I would inform the Grand Council that Clans Ghost Bear and Goliath Scorpion will be launching Wave II on August 26th—two weeks earlier than the deadline presented.”

Shouts of protest rose up, but a few Khans—Ulric, Jake, and Marion nodded their approval.  “ORDER!” bellowed Yvonne.  “I would advise you against this course of action, Khan Tseng, Khan Djerassi—but it is your Invasion Corridor.  Will you hitting all of your targets again, quiaff?”

“Neg, ilKhan.  We will be striking against Rasalhague with two full Galaxies of Bears supported by a Galaxy of Scorpions.  The remainder of Wave II will proceed on schedule.”

“Three Galaxies?  Rasalhague is a capital world, Khan Tseng, but three Galaxies?” sputtered an incredulous Khan Showers.

“Aff, Khan Showers.  They will have certainly reinforced their capital—and I shall take no chances in this contest.”  Amanda smiled at Jillian.  “While I am confident of my Warriors—and those of Khan Djerassi—to seize this world with far less strength; I am reminded of one of the Great Father’s saying to Nicholas Kerensky as he instructed the Founder in his youth:  ‘It is better to have five hundred ‘Mechs you do not need, my son, than to need fifty ‘Mechs you do not have’.”

The conference was silent for a moment, and Nikolai smiled at Amanda, who nodded.  She had used the old quote he had found for her after all.  And at last, Yvonne nodded.  “Very well—we will be watching.  Any further matters of which to attend?” she paused, but no one spoke up.  “We are adjourned.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 26, 2012, 09:39:47 PM
Royal Palace, The Triad, Tharkad City
Tharkad, Lyran Commonwealth, Federated Commonwealth
August 22, 3043


Hanse woke with a start, and he took a moment to catch his breath.  The bed that he and Melissa shared was empty on her half, but he could see the faint illumination of light coming from her private study.  He swung his feet out of the bed, and shivered as they hit the cold flagstones; he quickly found his slippers and then pulled on a warm robe that he belted tight against his taut frame.

He crossed the room and eased the door open, and Melissa turned away from a map hanging on the wall and smiled at him.  “I couldn’t sleep, Hanse,” she said and she turned back towards the multi-colored image that highlighted the projections of the Clan’s next two waves.  “Twenty more worlds—and we aren’t putting up a fight on any but a handful,” she whispered.  “Thirty-nine lost members of the Commonwealth.  We need to be doing more.”

Hanse stepped up behind his wife and he put his arms around her and held her tight.  “We are, love.  These Wave II worlds are lost—we know that.  But each has some form of a defense; more really than we can afford.  I know, I know, I was the one who insisted that the 39th Avalon Hussars remain in place to get a feel for the attacker—and we lost all of them.  Right now, we’ve got elements of ten RCTs on those worlds, Melissa, every last one of them volunteers.  They know they have to bleed the Clans.”

“Before they die,” the Archon whispered.

“Before they die,” her husband echoed in a whisper.  “Wave III is where we really start the defense—fifty BattleMech Regiments, more than a hundred regiments of armor, two hundred of infantry, and seventy battalions of artillery.  Spread across twenty-two worlds.  And we have had the time to build the fortifications—this is where we stop them.”

“And if they break through?”

“They won’t.”

“If they do, Hanse?”

“We are assembling another force—an even larger force—at Pandora and La Grave.  And those Regiments are getting the first of the new production straight from Hesperus II and Coventry and New Avalon and Talon/Wernke and Oliver.  And all of the other factory worlds.  And by that time, we will have done our job to bleed them—and then it is Jaime Wolf’s turn to go on the offensive.”

“I went to school with Davis Winfield, you know,” she said quietly.  “He wanted to be a history teacher, but his father insisted he take a commission and carry on the family name.  He’s one of your volunteers in Wave II, Hanse.”

“I know,” the Fox whispered and he kissed his wife’s hair softly.

“What about this operation General Winston briefed us on?  Will it make that much of a difference?”

“Trust me, love,” Hanse Davion said, “if we can destroy their supplies in Chainelaine, it will be well worth losing all twenty of the Regiments we are sending with Ariana.  It is that important.”

“So another forlorn hope?”

“They might have only garrison forces there, Melissa—they might not.  But if they do, the regiments we are sending might be able to get in and get out—maybe even with a few DropShip loads of those supplies they have stockpiled.  But for that operation, speed and mobility counts—that is why we only gave Ariana ‘Mech regiments, not RCTs.”

“And you appointed Stephen as the second-in-command,” she whispered back.

“Aye.  He’ll bring back the Armored Cavalry if anyone can—and if he can’t he will give the Clanners pure Hell until they put him down.”

“Aunt Nondi is having a fit—I told her we needed to replace those four regiments in Wolf’s Grand Army.  She still thinks the entire thing is a ruse and he is going to come after us.”

“He had the chance five years ago to kill all of us on Northwind, Melissa.”

“I know that—but I will let you convince Nondi.”

Hanse chuckled.  “That woman hates me worse than the Clans, Melissa.  If I told her Tharkad was cold, she’d go outside in a bikini just to prove me wrong.”

Melissa started to laugh, and then she punched Hanse in the ribs with her elbow—lightly.  “Don’t make me laugh when I’m being serious!”

She leaned back into her husbands arms and she slowly nodded.  “So this is how Mother—and you—felt in the 4th War?”

“Every time I’ve sent men to their deaths, I’ve prayed it was the last time, Melissa.  Maybe this will be the last time I have to do this—you have to do this.”

“Amen,” she answered.  And the two just stood there, holding each other in front of the map.

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 27, 2012, 12:29:44 AM
The Scorpions have finally found themselves. Seyla they honor us all
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 29, 2012, 08:41:39 PM
DropShip Knife Dance Alpha, Upper Atmosphere
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


The Scorpion-class troop carrier shivered as it dropped like a stone through the upper reaches of Rasalhague’s atmosphere.  But Nikolai was well used to such high-speed entries and he ignored the groans and creaks coming from the stressed structural members, the pops and snaps of equipment as the glowing outer hull tried desperately to shed its heat on those within.

The Khan ignored all of that and he waited until the static cleared from his display and showed that the DropShip had passed through the communications blackout of reentry.  They certainly had spirit, he thought, as he watched the icons of Rasalhagi aerospace fighters and assault ships vanish from the small display—but they didn’t die alone.  Bear and Scorpion aerospace fighter casualties were a full twenty percent higher than anticipated—and Nikolai fully expected their reserves were waiting for an opportune moment.

But WarShips were stationed at every known proximity point—although few JumpShips had been captured; instead they fled the moment that the Clans began to emerge.  Good enough, Nikolai thought, that they are not here to evacuate their troops from the surface.  A light on his command console suddenly glowed a brilliant crimson and Nikolai touched a control on the edge of the monitor; it retracted into a slot built obediently.

“Knife Dance Actual,” the voice of the DropShip commander called out, “we have another wave of Rasalhagi fighters inbound.  Our pilots are engaging, but there could be leakers—we are dropping your forces early.”

“Acknowledged,” Nikolai answered as he tightened the straps which held him in place one last time.  The red light began to slowly flash as the bay door covering the drop chute was retracted and the howl of the wind filled the bay.  The Khan jerked as the machinery lifted his seventy-ton Summoner II and its cubicle like a toy and locked into place.  A miniaturized systems schematic showed that four other OmniMechs were in position, along with the two fighters and ten Elemental infantry of his Command Trinary.  Seven more OmniMechs waited their turn, and then the red light blinked rapidly three times and went out.  An emerald light replaced it—and Nikolai’s stomach lurched as the catapult fired him and ‘Mech away from the DropShip at a sharp angle.  The Khan kept his hands away from the controls as the computer automatically stabilized the OmniMech, plunging downwards with ever increasing velocity.

One after the other, the five jump jets fired in sequence keeping the ‘Mech upright and slowing its descent.  Far above him, Nikolai could see faint traces of the crimson lasers burning outwards form the now so tiny DropShip, and in the distance there was a puff of smoke as a fighter—either one of his Scorpions or a Rasalhagi defender—exploded under the pounding of beams and shells.  Then the ‘Mech plunged into the thick cloud cover and Nikolai could see nothing outside his red-lit cockpit but the drops of condensing water on the outer surface of his canopy.  He was coming down far to the east of his assigned drop-zone, and it appeared that he would be the last to make rendevous.  He smiled; no plan survives contact with the enemy, he thought.

The jets were firing for longer and longer durations, as the ground below rapidly approached, but his airspeed was slowing, Nikolai noted.  Still, he kept his hands clenched tightly on his safety harness, trusting in the computer to do its job.  The fuel gauges on the external tanks harnessed to his Summoner II were dropping precipitously, and now the jets did not slacken their full-throated roar.  Suddenly a warning light began to blink as hostile sensors began to reflect off the surface of his 'Mech.  Nikolai activated his Summoner II Primes ECM Suite and set his anti-missile system to auto-engage as he passed through 800 meters and exited the clouds.

“Stravag!” Nikolai cursed as he saw the collection of Rasalhague ‘Mechs and tanks beneath him.  Now he grabbed the controls and adjusted his course to slid behind the shelter of a low ridge; thankfully, the Rasalhagi were as startled as he was!  That didn't keep them from flushing missiles at him as he passed just within range, but the combination of the inclement weather (drizzling rain), the electronic screams of the ECM Suite, the range, and the rate of his descent towards the ground and away from the troops below combined to generate misses for all but one flight, which his AMS tore into with a vengeance.  Still three surviving missiles made it through and started the 'Mech spinning as they struck the right hip.

Nikolai stood on his jump jet pedals and he pulled out of the spin, and slammed into the ground hard at a full run, just as the last of the external fuel was consumed.  Almost without thinking, Nikolai cut out his jump jets and jettisoned the external tanks—and he brought his guns on-line, and launched a remote sensor pod.  He activated the assembly beacon and it began singing the siren song to his trothkin as the Khan of Clan Goliath Scorpion took aim and fired an ER PPC bolt into the bow of the Patton tank adorned with the crest of Hansen’s Roughriders as it crested the ridge.  These weren't Rasalhagi troops!

Four Warrior H-7 helicopters slid over the ridge further to the south, and they began firing burst after burst of light autocannon fire towards Nikolai as he continued to back up.  The Scorpion swiveled his torso and pressed the firing stud, and the two surviving VTOLs quickly pulled back out of range.  The console beeped, and Nikolai looked down at the information streaming across the telemetry feed to the sensor pod—which suddenly ended as one of the mercenaries shot it.  Discretion is the better part of valor, he told himself firmly as he ceased backing up and fired his jump jets to clear another ridge—and saw with his own eyes the masses of ‘Mechs and tanks and infantry now forming up in pursuit, before he turned and began to run after hitting the ground.

“Knife Dance Actual to all Scorpion and Bear units.  Confirm elements of at least six mercenary regiments on planet.  Repeat at least six mercenary regiments.  Rock Minders and Knife Dance Keshik form up on my location at grid coordinates 23-1074-441.”  Nikolai transmitted the sensor data—including the unit crests of all three regiments of the Lexington Combat Group, the 21st Centauri Lancers, Narhal’s Raiders, and Hansen’s Roughriders.

“Knife Dance Actual, Ourse Actual,” Amanda Tseng’s voice came over the radio.  “Golden Bears and Night Howlers are engaged with KungsArmee elements outside the capital.”  She paused and then her voice came back.  “That is thirty kilometers from your assigned drop-zone, Knife Dance Actual, quiaff.”

“Aff.  We had to drop early and I was the first out of the DropShips—and landed the furthest east.”

“We are heavily engaged, Knife Dance Actual—do you require assistance?”

“Neg, Ourse Actual,” Nikolai answered as a Gauss slug slammed into the rocky ridgeline he was crossing; he jumped again, turning 360-degrees and his ER PPC spat a bolt that blew the turret off of the Vedette-class medium tank that shot at him!  Hah!  But he didn’t tarry.  “I have five Clusters, Ourse Actual—if I cannot handle six regiments of mercenaries with that, then I need to die today.”

“Acknowledged, Knife Dance Actual,” Amanda replied with a chuckle.  “Just remember what you told me about over-confidence—often enough it turns around to bite you in the ass.  Ourse Actual out.”

Oh, Amanda, he thought as he weaved and dodged and stayed one step ahead of his pursuers.  I am confident my Scorpions can defeat these mercenaries—whether I live to see it happen or not is quite another matter.  An amber light on his console lit, and Nikolai smiled.  “Reserve Artillery Alpha, I have a fire mission for you—FASCAM on my current position in line north-to-south, six salvoes, extend it for two kilometers,” his finger traced the box on the touchscreen between his knees.  “Mark.”

“Shot,” replied his artillery commander.  Nikolai smiled, the rest of his Scorpions should be massing just ahead of him.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 29, 2012, 09:05:42 PM
Oh yeah this is story writing at it's best. More More
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 30, 2012, 01:44:40 PM
Trinary Command, 14th Scorpion Hussars
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


Almost a score of scarlet icons on the display screen circled around a single golden unit, and saKhan Randall Posavatz pressed the throttle of his Stormcrow II-A forward again; but the OmniMech was already at maximum power.  Spread out to either side of the second-ranking officer of Clan Goliath Scorpion were the rest of the fast light and medium OmniMechs of the 14th Hussars, trailed in the distance by 8th Dragoons, the Knife Dance Keshik, and then the 24th and 25th Cuirassier.  Just a few moments longer, my Khan, he thought as he weaved in and out amongst the strands of forest and jumped over obstacles that would slow his progress.

He raced up to the top of a steep ridge, and now he could see the fight with his own naked eyes.  Nikolai’s Summoner II had stopped running and it was squaring off against nearly twenty ‘Mechs built for pursuit:  three Phoenix Hawks, an Assassin, a Clint, two Vulcans, two Firestarters, a Jenner, an ancient Falcon, four Stingers, and four Wasps.  Five more ‘Mechs were lagging behind (a Cicada, a Hermes II, and three Locusts), their lack of jump jets having separated them from the ad-hoc mercenary force sent after the Khan.

And yet more hostiles were just now entering the range of Randall’s sensors.

That did not matter, of course; the saKhan snorted with derision.  What mattered was to keep the Khan alive—then the Scorpions would defeat these enemies in detail.  Randal raised his arms and targeted the closest Phoenix Hawk.  He could hear the buzz of the fire control computer as it locked onto the antiquated machine and he squeezed his twin triggers.  The brilliant beam of an ER Large Laser tore across the torso and shoulder of the unsuspecting ‘Mech, even as the LB-10X autocannon thundered in fury sending a pattern of cluster munitions down-range that erupted in explosions across the chest, upper legs and arms of the scout leader.

Randall snarled as the remainder of the Scorpion Warriors picked out their own targets—only eighteen of the Hussars fired, each one picking a different enemy below.  Randall charged down the hill and his thumb activated the radio transmitter on a wide-band non-encrypted frequency.

“FREE-BIRTH!” he bellowed.  “Have you no honor in battle?  Are you that barbaric that you must outnumber your foe nineteen-to-one in order to still lose against a worthy opponent?  Today, you face the Scorpions!  I, Randall Posavatz, saKhan of Clan Goliath Scorpion, face you today!  Flee, you cowards!  Flee in shame and cringe in terror at what you have brought upon yourselves!”  He squeezed the triggers again, and once more the Phoenix Hawk below rocked under the assault—then he pressed a second thumb switch and an ER Medium Laser lanced out to add its measure of destruction to the carnage ripping apart the ‘Mech below.  Steam rose in the cockpit and Randall blinked away a few beads of sweat, but the powerful cooling system quickly compensated for the heat spikes.

The mercenaries began to withdraw—but the appearance of the 14th Scorpion Hussars, named Swift Retribution—had been too sudden, the firepower disparity had flipped overwhelmingly in the Clan’s favor, and fully half of their ‘Mechs crumpled to the ground at the first exchange of fire.  The Scorpions were in no mood to allow their foes to escape either, and the Hussars kept pace with the fleeing enemy, pouring fire into the pursuit force with a vengeance.

Randall fired a third time, leaving the autocannon to cool, but the two lasers were enough to finish off the Phoenix Hawk.  He walked up besides his Khan’s heavier and slower Summoner II.  “Needed help with only nineteen-to-one odds, my Khan?  Are you slipping in your old age?”

Nikolai chuckled; his armor was deeply gouged and blackened with missile impacts and laser fire and the star-patterned penetrations of autocannon shells—even a few splintered patches from machine-guns and scorch marks from flamers adorned the heavy OmniMech.  “Pull the Hussars back to the far side of the ridge, Randall,” he ordered quietly.  “There is a lot of firepower out there hoping they get too close.”

“Aff,” he answered and he barked the orders out—and the Hussars broke off their pursuit and pulled back .  “I sent in two recon flights—their air defense is good, my Khan.  Three of the fighters were shot down, but the fourth indentified several batteries of artillery.  I had Reserve Artillery Alpha send them a opening gift.”

“The Bears?” Nikolai asked he jogged his OmniMech over the crest of the ridge and into the sheltering valley beyond.

“Fighting the KungsArmee for every inch of ground in Reykjavik against six regiments of regulars and a hodge-podge of mercenary battalions and companies nearly equal in size to what we are facing off against.  And they reported a single Capellan regiment as part of the defense.”

Nikolai stopped.  “Did you say a Capellan Confederation unit is defending the capital of the Free Rasalhague Republic?”

“I did, and so say the Bears.  They identified the Capellans as Kingston’s Legionnaires.”

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Nikolai whispered.  “I expected an increase in the defense, Randall—I did not expect nearly nineteen regiments, exclusive of militia.  Still, that is for later.  When our complete force has assembled, we are taking the fight to these mercenaries—we cannot allow them to link up with the defenders of Reykjavik.”

“Twenty minutes, and The Rock Minders will be massed, my Khan.  What of our planned objective?”

“The enemy is here, so the battle is here as well,” Nikolai answered.  “Taking our assigned objective will not matter if this force can consolidate within the sprawl of Reykjavik.  Status on our fighters?”

“Rearming and refueling,” the saKhan paused.  “We lost over thirty in the landings.  A full fifth of our air cover.”

“It cannot be helped now; luckily we have a point of supply relatively close by, saKhan.  When will they be available?”

“Thirty minutes . . . but the DropShips had to return to orbit with our supplies.”

Nikolai winced.  “At least the majority of our OmniMechs utilize lasers and PPCs, but our artillery . . .”

“Is down to twelve more fire missions.”

“We will try to land the supplies again once we begin our attack—their own fighters will be torn between saving their parent formations or savaging our DropShips.  Pass the word to the DropShip commanders and crews—they are to land regardless of opposition this time.”

“Aff, my Khan.”

“And Randall?”

“Yes, my Khan?”

“The odds started out at twenty-four-to-one; you will find my five kills scattered between here and my initial landing point.”

saKhan Posavatz began to laugh.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 30, 2012, 03:24:40 PM
Mercs know nothing of honor. 24 to 1 whittled down by a True Warrior
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on June 30, 2012, 05:05:21 PM
Mercs know nothing of honor. 24 to 1 whittled down by a True Warrior

And he is still alive? Those Mercs must go to training  ;)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 30, 2012, 05:08:08 PM
CIKS Victory, High Orbit
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


“So, despite their overbidding, it appears that the Bears and Scorpions may not take Rasalhague after all,” smirked Norman Rood.

“I would remind my Hellion brother,” drawled Marion Truscott, “that the Bears and Scorpions dropped on planet less than three hours ago—and none of us were aware that the defenses here had been increased in such a dramatic fashion.”

“And I will add that if those two Khans had not increased their bid and subjected themselves to your derision, the outcome here would be even more heavily weighted against them,” added Ulric Kerensky.

“Bah.  Mercenary sell-swords.  Tanks and conventional infantry.  A real Clan would wipe away these defenders in a few hours time,” said Leo Showers.

“Six regiments of the KungsArmee?” Yvonne Hazen asked acerbically.  “Another twelve—taken in whole—of mercenaries.  Plus one that is wearing the colors and emblems of House Liao’s Capellan Confederation Armed Forces?  Nineteen regiments of BattleMechs, Khan Showers; and yet you feel that you could have landed with a single Galaxy—the bid you stipulated that Khan Tseng should have used—and faced more than 2,000 BattleMechs with 225 OmniMechs of your own?  Discounting the hordes of tanks and infantry on that planet?”

The Jaguar frowned.  “If our pre-Invasion intelligence had been correct,  we would have known of these defenses.”

“Information on Rasalhague is thirty-two months old, Khan Showers,” chimed in Jake Fletcher.  “Khans Tseng and Djerassi planned for the event that the defenses had been reinforced, but no one expected this level of reinforcement.”

Grudgingly, Raymond Tanaga nodded his agreement.  “With what they have, they are still out-numbered three-to-one; in BattleMechs alone.  A hard fight.”

Elias Crichell snorted.  “For Mandrills, perhaps.”

“Cease this bickering!” Yvonne ordered before the Fire Mandrill Khan, could do more than inhale sharply and open his mouth.  “What concerns me the most is the presence of that Capellan unit . . . could the entire Inner Sphere be united against us?”

Leo Showers looked uncomfortable, but Marius West grinned.  “As it so happens, my ilKhan, I have recently discovered that Clan Smoke Jaguar  engaged a battalion of the 4th Regulan Hussars during Wave I on Jeanette.”

Yvonne’s eyes narrowed and she glared at the Jaguar Khan.  “Is this true, Khan Showers?”

“Aff, my Khan,” he said with a sideways glance and glower at the Nova Cat.  “I was informed only just before my ship arrived here to witness this battle.  The 3rd Jaguar Cavaliers engaged them on Jeanette and their commander assumed that their unit crest and affiliation was some sort of . . . false-flag operation.  Subsequent interrogations of the survivors, however, indicate that House Marik has,” Showers paused and he gave a furious look at the Nova Cat Khan once again, “provided an unknown number of Regiments to the Draconis Combine specifically to fight our invasion.”

The Khans grew quiet.  Until Peter McKenna asked the question that every Khan present was thinking.  “The distance and travel times means that this could not have happened after we arrived . . . they must have started preparations for our Invasion years ago.”

Olivia Sutherland nodded her agreement.  “Khan Showers, did the interrogation reveal anything else?”

Showers glumly nodded.  “It appears that Wolf’s Dragoons has turned traitor.  They have chosen to side with the Inner Sphere and spent the past five years organizing the Great Houses into defending against our invasion.  ‘Supreme Commander’ Jaime Wolf is organizing a ‘Grand Army of the Inner Sphere’ to throw us back to the homeworlds.  My prisioners did not reveal the location of this so-called ‘Grand Army’ before their deaths.”

“Five years?  We had not voted on Operation Revival five years ago?” sputtered Jillian Andrews.  And then her eyes narrowed.  “It is that Scorpion—he was behind Silver Sable II, and he was careless!  He is responsible for this!”

“I will remind the Steel Viper Khan that I also supported Silver Sable II,” Yvonne answered in a voice of pure ice.  “I reviewed all of the contact logs, and none of our ships were approached close enough to be identified, or to discern their purpose.”  The compartment grew quiet once more and Yvonne nodded.  “I believe that we all need to revise our force strength estimates for the next Wave—quickly my Khans.  I will leave you to that.”

“Leave us, ilKhan?” asked Andrew McFadden.  “Are you going somewhere?”

“I am landing the Ebon Keshik on Rasalhague, Khan McFadden.  I shall exert the ilKhan’s privilege to join in any battle at any time; I shall also claim the right to assault that Capellan regiment—and my techs and Warriors will conduct interrogations of the survivors thoroughly.  Unless my Khans object?”

None answered her.  “In that case, my Khans, I suggest you get to work revising your orders for Wave II—we have thirteen and a half days before it launches and many adjustments to make.”  And with that, Yvonne turned and left the conference room en route for her waiting DropShip.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 30, 2012, 05:20:17 PM
The Mercs are Inner Sphere Scum We of the Clans are True Warriors. The Best of the Clans are Clan Fennec and our Brother Clan Clan Ice Hellion and this version of the Goliath Scorpions. We are the True Warriors Seyla.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on June 30, 2012, 05:28:34 PM
Leave it to traitorus wolves and extremely extremely stupid smoke jaguars to make a mess of things. I think the bone denseity in the skulls of jaguars is triple that in a normal human especially Khan Showers
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 30, 2012, 09:07:49 PM
Scorpion Field Headquarters
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


The rain had finally stopped and the clouds parted to reveal the sun half concealed on the horizon as it slowly set.  Eleven straight hours of maneuver and skirmish and counter-maneuvers had led to this.  The enemy had learned—rather quickly—that the Scorpions could out-march and out-flank him at will.  And his one attempt to break through to the beleaguered Rasalhague capital forty-five kilometers distance away had been repulsed with heavy losses in his lead elements.  So instead of attacking head-on, the commander on the opposite side had instead withdrawn by overwatch elements, his flanks protected by artillery fire and hastily laid minefields.

But now he had stopped running and Nikolai frowned as he considered the ground that his enemy had chosen to defend.  The high ridge on the other side of the wide valley was the tallest and steepest that the Khan had yet seen on Rasalhague, nearly a bluff in places.  Some of their vehicles had required the engineers to winch them up the final few meters to the heavily forested crest.  But leading up to the steep slopes was long gradually sloping field some 2,000 or so meters across with no cover other than a few ragged bushes and rain-fed grass perhaps waist high on a man.

To the north, a raging river flowed down from the not-so-distant mountains and their glaciers, and it protected that flank with a deep ravine which the water had worn away through solid stone over the eons.  It wasn’t so wide that most of Nikolai’s OmniMech couldn’t jump it—but it was wide enough that none of his heaviest units, or his Elementals, had the reach.  Several ancient moss-covered moraines, evidence of the planets distant glaciations, bordered the bluff on the south, even steeper and more treacherous than the frontal approach.  And behind the bluff, the foothills of the mountains beyond extended down.

“Our enemy knows good terrain, quiaff?” Nikolai asked.

“Aff, my Khan,” Randall answered.  “He is concentrated up there and set up to gun us down as we cross the fields—but he has no line of retreat, not for his tanks and support elements.  We do have Serket in orbit.”

“Neg,” Nikolai replied sharply.  “I will not be the Khan who opens that can of worms, Randall.  And they just might have an escape route after all—the maps show there is a pass behind them, leading up and over this stretch of mountains.  Narrow and tight—the perfect terrain for them to defend in.”

“If they can get their vehicles up there; some of those elevation changes are pretty steep, my Khan.”

“No, their commander is smart, saKhan.  Aerial recon showed that he had a supply base set up here—I am willing to wager that he was already having his engineers work on that pass before we ever arrived, just in case he had to withdraw.”

The saKhan grunted.  “If he gets up in the mountains and through that pass, we will be fighting an insurgency on the sea coast for weeks.  And with the number of boats down there, they could redeploy anywhere on this half of the continent.”

“Aff,” Nikolai answered as he considered the problem.  “saKhan Posavatz, I want you to pull all the Deathstalkers from the 24th, 25th, and the Knife Dance.  That gives you thirty-five OmniMechs.  I am attaching seven Stars of Elementals to your command as well.  Board ship and redeploy to here,” Nikolai tapped the very center of that long, narrow pass on the map with his finger.  “You will have disembark on the other side of the mountains and you must move fast to reach that point before they can start their withdrawal, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“Star Colonel Myers, I am breaking up your 25th to temporarily fill the gaps in the 24th and the Knife Dance Keshik and to bulk up the 8th Dragoons—you will assume command of the 14th Hussars in place of the saKhan.  Exchange your OmniMech for his.”

“Aff,” the veteran Star Colonel answered, with only a twinge of regret.  Nikolai smiled.  “Star Colonels Dinour and Collesano—I want the 8th Dragoons, the 24th Cuirassiers, and my Knife Dance Keshik on their northern flank after night fall.  We are going to sweep around wide and hopefully miss any pickets they might have posted; but in case we do not miss them, our Elementals will already have infiltrated those woods and be stationed as our own picket line, 500 meters short of the ravine.  Star Colonel Myers, the 14th Hussars are to demonstrate here along the front—keep their attention, but do not get yourself drawn into to a short-range fire-fight, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“Your elementals will be assigned to the flanking party.  Star Captain Wagner.  Reserve Artillery Alpha has enough ammunition for three good fights since the DropShips landed, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“I want it used tonight.  I want you to keep their attention focused on the 14th and your artillery ‘Mechs.  You will suffer counter-battery fire—and their guns outrange yours.  Keep moving and do not let them rest up there; I do not want five minutes to go by without a cluster or inferno warhead landing their midst.  Mix it up a bit—keep them guessing and throw in some FASCAMs, Illumination, and Masker rounds.”

“Smoke, my Khan?” the artillery officer asked.

Nikolai smiled.  “Smoke—after you drop a couple of loads of riot-gas first.”  The Scorpion officers chuckled at the evil idea.  “Star Colonel Suvorov—you are now the ranking pilot in Alpha Galaxy, quiaff?”

“Aff,” she answered.

“At precisely 2300 hours, I want every Hun and Zulu we have left to rip through their defenses along the northern flank.   Then stand by for on-call airstrikes.  Star Captain Wagner, at 2257, you will salvo every tube you have on their defensive lines on the western face until your magazines run dry—make them think that we are coming up and over the bluff.   At the same time, I want the 14th to advance in line abreast with your ECM set to deception mode; I want those mercenaries to believe that there are five Clusters of us advancing on them, Star Colonel Wagner.  Make them redeploy to face you, but then pull back to defensive position on our ridge here when the airstrike goes in.”

“Aff, my Khan,” the solidly build officer replied, nodding his appreciation for the danger of his role.  If the mercenaries up there came after him—without Elementals and neither heavy or assault-weight OmniMechs—he would be in serious trouble.

“The 8th Dragoons, 24th Cuirassier, and Knife Dance will cross the ravine immediately after the fighter strike passes by—with full loads of mechanized Elemental battle armor.  Warriors, we are going to get in knife range under the cover of darkness and we will then proceed to tear them apart from the inside out.  Quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“saKhan Posavatz—the survivors are going to storm up that pass.  You have to be in place to plug that gap and hold.”

“They shall not pass, my Khan,” Randall replied.

“And we will be pushing them, my Scorpions,” Nikolai paused.  “We will take heavy casualties, but you must set that aside.  Star Colonel Myers—once they start to break, your light elements in the 14th are to meet up with us to keep the pressure on these mercenaries.  If I should fall, tactical command will pass to Star Collesano—strategic command will rest with the saKhan.” He looked sternly at his officers one by one and then he firmly nodded.  “There is no margin for error here.  We win and prove that we are better than they are, or we die.  Either way, Warriors, we shall do so as Scorpions.”

“Seyla,” snapped Randall Posavatz.

“SEYLA!” thundered the assembled commanders of Alpha Galaxy.  And Nikolai stood up straight.  “Randall board ship—have your Warriors get what shuteye they can before you set down in the lower pass on the far side.  Everyone else, make certain your men and women get a hot meal and take an hour or so for sleep.  The 8th, 24th, and Knife Dance move out in two hours—you have that amount of time to make your preparations.  Dismissed.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on June 30, 2012, 11:55:50 PM
Lexington Combat Group Command
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


Major General Malcolm Feinman automatically crouched down as he heard the whine of a descending artillery shell, quickly followed by a string of explosions.  Hearing no more incoming, he stood back up and watched as his infantry and support teams, bolstered by tankers and MechWarriors from his regiments and the others within the defensive perimeter ran to extinguish the flames before they could spread to the ammunition dumps and possibly detonate those munitions as well.

He made himself walk away and he crouched down low again to enter the bunker dug into the soil of the high bluff.   â€œThirty-eighth one so far tonight, boss,” his Regimental Sergeant-Major said as he poured the General a cup of coffee.

“They’d do more damage with a sustained time-on-target barrage,” the Regimental adjunct said from his desk.  “This tit-for-tat shit is getting old real quick.”

Malcolm snorted.  “That’s exactly why they are doing it.  One round now, another in three minutes, another four minutes, a fourth two minutes afterwards . . . they are trying to wear us down—exhaust us mentally.  The boys can’t sleep, not when they keeping dropping a shell here and a shell there.  How’s the evacuation?”

The adjunct rubbed his eyes.  “The 241st is making their way through the pass, and about half of the support staff are en route as well.  Hansen’s Roughriders are next in the queue, followed by the 21st Centauri.  Then the 32nd Recon, HQ, and 180th Dragoons.  Narhal’s Raiders have volunteered for rear-guards—they are pissed that Matthews bought it and want payback.”

“They stick around too long and they are going to find why vengeance is a dish best served cold,” Malcolm answered as he took a sip of the steaming coffee.  Another rocket screamed down outside the command posted, its detonation causing dust to float down from the ceiling.

The adjunct nodded.  “Everyone should be on the move by 0330, Sir.  Arty is packing up and moving with HQ.”

“Good, our DropShips are on the far side of the mountains—if we can break contact than we might get the unit off-planet,” and our dependents, Malcolm thought but he didn’t say.  “How’s air cover look for tomorrow?”

The junior officer winced.  “We lost half of our birds today, Sir.  Half.  In that we got off light; the Raider’s have seven birds left to fly—Hansen and the 21st don’t have any.  But the KungsArmee liaison promises that he will have two squadrons of Mechbusters flying cover come dawn.”

“It’ll have to do then,” Malcolm answered as yet another round exploded outside.  “In fact . . .” he stopped in mid-sentence as he heard faint screams from outside.  “GAS!  GAS!”

Dropping the coffee cup, the General dived for his protective gear—along with every other of his men and women in the HQ bunker.  Donning the heavy poncho and thick gloves; the stifling hot mask and rubberized hood, he got a thumbs up from the Sergeant-Major and he dashed outside.  Breathing in the gear was a major pain, but it was better than the alternative.   Outside there was total chaos . . . but while many of his people were coughing and retching, none were twitching on the ground like dying cockroaches.

A screaming volunteer came running past him in a panic and Malcolm grabbed him—the startled enlisted man tried to take a swing, but Malcolm calmly punched him in the gut and ripped off his mask, his eyes tearing immediately from the harsh smell of the tear gas filling the compound.

“Pull yourself together!” the General shouted.  “This is riot-gas, you idiot!”

By now, the rest of the command team was outside and officers and NCOs were bringing order to the chaos.  “Oh, you are a right bastard,” Malcolm whispered into the dark night.  “Tear gas!  I’ve got half a mind to load up in my Marauder and go chase down those artillery units.”

“They are too fast—our arty can’t lock them up for counter-battery,” the Sergeant-Major said as he unfastened his own chemical warfare gear.  “Although I wouldn’t mind seeing them just start taking out grid squares to send ‘em a message.”

Malcolm shook his head as he crumpled up the hood in his hands.  “No, have them return fire just like they are doing now—we don’t have that much ammo to waste trying to plaster every square meter in range in an attempt to put paid to these royal bastards.”

The General coughed as a gust of wind brought the stench of the riot-gas closer.  “See if you can speed it up, Ed,” he told the adjunct as he turned and headed back into the bunker.


Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on July 01, 2012, 02:10:11 AM
So much info kept hidden.
Can't the Clans work together?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 01, 2012, 08:11:38 AM
Shoot the Clan's Smoke Jaguars, Mandrills and a few of the troublesome Khan's that should straighten everything out.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 02, 2012, 12:21:34 PM
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


After the sun had set, the Scorpions set off, sweeping around wide to avoid detection by the mercenaries dug into the heights above them.  It was a complex plan, one that relied on precise timing and perfect execution—but that wasn’t uncommon for the Scorpions!  Each Warrior within the Clan had been drilled from an earlier age in the 'Cult of Precision’ as some sarcastically referred to it; every Scorpion on the field today was used to executing movements and maneuvers that relied on exact timing and absolute trust in the Warriors around him.

But Murphy was an unforgiving spectator—and not even the Clans were immune to his evil influence.  It all started going awry with a herd of cows and a field of corn.

The Scorpion passed close by a remote farmhouse not on their maps—scans by the scouts indicated that was a civilian structure; there were no military-grade antenna on the roof, nor any signs of combat vehicles or soldiers present; they ignored it.  But the thundering sound of more than one hundred and fifty BattleMechs moving at high speed panicked the dairy cows and woke the farmer and his family.

The old man pulled on his hair and he shouted incoherently at the Scorpions as they trampled his ripened corn flat; had he any weapons other than a shotgun, he might well have opened fire upon them, his fury was so great!  But he did have a telephone.  And he called his son—a Colonel in the KungsArmee attached to their auxiliary command center to protest what these 'mercenaries’ had done to his fields!

His son had only just gotten a chance to grab a few hours of sleep when the urgent call from his father came in.  Although pleased that his father and mother and sisters and brothers and other assorted family members had not been harmed, his attention had been rather fixed on the vicious close-quarters battle for the capital of Reykjavik, where they Bears had ground the defenders into ruin relentlessly.  Of special concern were the ‘Mechs painted all in black that the KungsArmee had named the Death Regiment—landing well after the main Bear forces, this terrifying force had torn into the Reykjavik defenses and shattered the sole Capellan Regiment assigned to the defense of Rasalhague.  Then it had withdrawn and the KungsArmee had lost contact.  Could these ‘Mechs be the Death Regiment?

He then placed a call to General Feinman, to confirm that it wasn’t the Mercenary ‘Mechs which had disturbed his father and his cows so greatly.  And so it was that instead of taking the mercenaries by surprise, Nikolai ran headlong into an alerted and ready command. 
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 02, 2012, 08:10:31 PM
Trinary Command, Knife Dance Keshik
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


Nikolai nodded as he checked the time on his cockpit display; they were ahead schedule and already approached the ravine, which lay less than half a kilometer away.  For the past half hour, the Scorpions had moved slowly and carefully forward; while there were vibration sensors that could detect them, the irregular rain of artillery rockets on the mercenaries should keep trigging those systems.  His Elementals had rejoined the OmniMechs, and reported that there were no pickets on this side of the small river canyon.

Now it was just a matter of waiting until the appointed time.

“My Khan?” the voice of one of his youngest Warriors sounded in Nikolai’s cockpit.  The Khan frowned . . . while the chance of detection was minuscule, given the frequency-hopping encrypted burst transmission radios in use by the Clans, the broadcast was an unecessary risk.

“Yes?”

“My Khan, I wonder why we are carrying out such a complex plan?  Clausewitz teaches us that everything in war is simple; but the simplest things are difficult.  The difficulties accumulate and end by producing a kind of friction that is inconceivable unless one has experienced war.”

“Star Commander Jason Scott!” a second voice barked out; that belonging to Star Colonel Gloria Dinour, the commander of the 8th Dragoons.  “Now is neither the time nor the place to question the Khan!  And one of your rank cannot question him regardless!”

“With all due respect, Star Colonel Dinour, we are Scorpions not Vipers.  It is our duty to question, to Seek the Truth.  Even to question our leaders.”

“Enough, Star Colonel,” Nikolai interjected with a frown.  “Star Commander, we have not much time here; I chose this plan to ensure that none of our opponents could escape and to keep them unsuspecting.”

“Aff, my Khan.  I understand that—but could not a simpler plan have accomplished the same?”

Nikolai stared at his command console in surprise.  He started to give a heated reply—but then he paused and gave the question serious thought.  At last he asked a question of his own.  “What would you have suggested then, Star Commander?  Since we have at least five minutes before the airstrike passes.”

Now there was a pause on the other end of the radio transmission, but then the strong confident voice of the young warrior came back.  “If an assault were the only solution, I would have suggest a high-altitude Elemental drop into the center of their perimeter.  The storm clouds above would have masked their descent, leaving no more than few seconds of warning before they landed.  While our opponents were dealing with the Elementals, hit them with all of our forces at once, including close-air support.  And the division of our forces was . . . needlessly complicated.  If we needed to block the pass, it would have been better to detach entire Trinary formations, no disrespect intended, my Khan.  All of our stars lost Warriors whose reactions we have come to anticipate and rely upon—now we are attacking with new members, hastily plugged into place.  It disrupts our well-knit combat teams.”

“However,” the young man pressed on, “we might well have forced their surrender by sending one of our Warriors to negotiate—a comprehensive discourse on how Serket could deal with them might well have convinced them of the futility of continuing resistance and led to their surrender with no more casualties among our Clan.”

“You realize that I do not intend to usher in orbital bombardment, quiaff?”

“Aff.  I know that, and you know; their commander does not know that, my Khan.”

Nikolai slowly nodded.  “You speak well, Star Captain Scott,” he finally said.  “But it is too late to alter our course now.”

The voice on the other end of the radio transmission gasped.  “Star Captain?  My Khan, I am a Star Commander!”

“Neg, Star Captain Scott.  Few others would have questioned me—fewer still would have presented not one, but two options, when I asked.  But enough of this.   Scorpions,” Nikolai broadcast as the artillery bombardment began raining down on the mercenaries in full force.  “Ready yourselves for battle.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 02, 2012, 10:40:33 PM
Zulu Command-Lead, Knife Dance Keshik
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


Ariel Suvorov’s lips tightened as her Zulu-class aerospace fighter streaked past the towering peaks of the mountain and she pressed the stick forward to lower her nose in a steep dive towards the target zone.  Her wing-man clung just twenty meters from her left wing despite the fact that both fighters were traveling in excess of the speed of sound.  The night was pitch black, with the clouds blocking out the moons and stars above—but her FLIR (Forward Looking InfraRed) systems projected a very clear picture of what was happening on the ground below.  Artillery rockets were exploding along the main line of resistance and amongst the artillery park, but the men and women below were not exhibiting the panicked reactions of units caught by surprise—they were already responding and dozens of targeting systems locked onto her fighter, as warning lights and sounds began to flash and beep their alert.

“Scorpions, the target zone is hot.  Repeat, the target zone is hot.  Proceed on mission,” she snapped into her microphone and inhaled deeply of the pure oxygen within her flight suit.  Missile plumes lit off below—hundreds of them!  And the flashes of autocannons began to bark, but Ariel armed her bomb load and set the dispensers on auto-release as she held to her course.

Missiles flashed past, along with the dull POMFS of proximity fused shells; but not all missed and her fighter shivered and quaked and threatened to wrench itself from her control.  A point of Visigoths tore past her, tumbling bombs dropping from their hardpoints—she passed by so close that her right wingtip was scorched by the heat of their drive plumes.  A tone sounded and she thumbed the pickle, releasing her bomb load and the Zulu surged forward as it’s suddenly lightened chassis accelerated past Mach Two leaving the targets far behind.

“Contingency Delta-Four—one strafing pass then back to ship to refuel,” she broadcast without emotion as she arced the fast fighter in a wide circle heading back towards the enemy.  “Warning, tank 2 fuel pressure dropping.  Warning, tank 2 fuel pressure critical,” the computer said and Arial turned her head to see a stream of fuel leaking from her shredded left wing.  She pursed her lips as the last of her fuel drained from the wing tank, and she isolated the fuel lines sealing off the leaking section from the remainder of the fuel transfer systems.  So much for getting back to orbit, she thought.

The Huns and Jenghizs managed to make their turns much faster, their slower speeds in the atmosphere aiding them here.  And it was with the heavy fighters leading that Ariel’s fighters plunged back down into the hailstorm of AAA-fire.  Brilliant cyan beams of light erupted from the nose of each Hun—those that struck a target caused that target to explode and balls of crimson and yellow flame erupted within the perimeter.  Only three of the 95-ton Huns were felled by the ground fire, but nearly a dozen of the lighter, less well-armored Jenghizs slammed into the ground, tumbling into the enemy troops below—and then it was her turn.  She selected her lasers and held down the trigger as a dozen beams of crimson and emerald lanced out and burned through a strip of ground 150-meters in length.

She heard the BANG first, and she thought that perhaps her armor had held—but then red lights began to appear on her systems and her engine sputtered and died.  The stick in her hand went dead as the fly-by-wire systems either lost power or the computer shut down—and then her nose dropped, her right wing dropped, and her left wing rose, and she closed her eyes as her fighter tumbled into the center of a cluster of Pike and Partisan air defense vehicles.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 03, 2012, 01:38:29 AM
Trinary Command, Knife Dance Keshik
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


“Repeat the target zone is hot.  Proceed on mission.”

Nikolai winced.  “Scorpions!  They know we are coming—advance once the fighters are past . . . and make every shot count!  Colonel Myers,” he transmitted.  “Move the 14th Hussars out—we are going to need your command as well.”

The wood-line on the opposite side of the ravine erupted in chain of tremendous explosions and the Scorpion Khan pressed his throttle forward and began to run towards the edge—and the precipitous drop into the river down below.  At the last second, he fired his jump jets and the 70-ton heavy OmniMech flew across the gap, his LB-10X barking flame and thunder as he fired cluster munitions into the flank of a Demolisher that had survived the bombing run.  The cluster munitions detonated against the side of the assault-tank, but that did not prevent the crew from firing both of the AC-20s at the chest of Nelson Elam’s Mongrel II.  One shot missed—the second connected and his aide’s lighter OmniMech spun around and nearly fell, but Nelson managed to keep his feet beneath him.

The Elementals riding his Summoner II activated their jump-jets and leapt onto the Demolisher’s hull and began tearing into the turret with battle claws and plasma cutting torches.  Three cyan bolts streaked past Nikolai’s cockpit and he in turn trigger his own ER Large Laser at the distant Schrek.  Then Nikolai took a step backwards as an Atlas painted in the colors of Narhal’s Raiders emerged from the woods and unleashed a hail of fire at the Khan.  The OmniMech staggered under a rain of missiles, shells, and laser beams, but the Khan returned fire with his autocannon and three ER Medium Lasers, melting deep gouges in the thick armor of the beast before him.  And at that moment, the night was transformed into daylight as hundreds of lasers and PPCs and autocannons streaked down from the sky—four cyan bolts caught the Atlas in the chest and the armor didn’t melt this time, it shattered!  An ejection seat launched from the death’s head cockpit and the assault ‘Mech crumpled to the ground.

The Khan fired his jump jets and he advanced deeper into the camp, which was a chaotic scene from a surreal nightmare of some necrosia-addled addict.  Scorpions fought mercenaries at point blank range, lit only by the raging fires, the brief illuminations of autocannon and missiles; the bright beams of lasers and glowling bolts of PPCs.  OmniMechs, BattleMechs, vehicles, Elementals, and infantry were exchanging fire in an orgy of death and destruction; there were no clean lines nor was any attempt made to fight fairly—in this battle both sides grasped for every advantage they could wring out.

An alert sounded and Nikolai spun around as a lighter ‘Mech wielding a . . . a massive ‘Mech-sized axe leapt out at him.  The Khan triggered his weapons and the Hatchetman staggered, but then the three-ton tungsten axe slammed into the shoulder of the Khan’s OmniMech and he staggered beneath the blow.  Red lights began flashing in the cockpit as his engine took damage and the mercenary before him raised the axe in a two-handed grip.

And the Hatchetman exploded under a fusillade of fire into his rear armor as Elam caught up with him.  “Thought you might need a hand, my Khan,” the aide said as he guarded Nikolai so that his commander could catch his breath.  “Fighters are RTB back to the DropShips to rearm and refuel—the fighters we have left, my Khan.  We lost forty-three—including Star Colonel Suvorov.”

Nikolai winced as he stood his heavily damaged Summoner II, but then he heard Nelson’s sudden command.  “DOWN!” his aide yelled as he snapped his arms up into the firing position.

Nikolai instantly dropped prone as Nelson exchanged fire with a battered Marauder, putting himself between the Khan and the enemy commander.  But the Marauder wasn’t alone.  Four ‘Mechs from the Lexington Combat Group’s command battalion poured their combined fire into Nelson’s already damaged Mongrel II and he was forced to eject.  Then they turned back to Nikolai.

“Surrender and you will live.  Please be too proud to do the smart thing,” Nikolai heard the mercenary commander snarl over the radio.

Fifteen LRMs streaked out of the darkness and slammed into the right weapons pod, the right torso, and right leg of the Marauder, quickly followed by a blazing PPC bolt that severed the merc’s right arm from the ‘Mech, and two emerald beams of lasers that melted away the rest of the right torso armor, and ate their way instead—to find the munitions bin for the autocannon carried by the heavy ‘Mech.  The explosion sent the ‘Mech to the ground, even as another ejector seat rocketed upwards.

The remainder of the LCG’s command turned towards the new arrival and opened fire with every weapon they had:  and between an Orion, a Rifleman, and a Centurion, firepower they had plenty of.  But the new Warrior danced and weaved his 65-ton Hellbringer II with an agility and grace that few ever managed to master and many—not all, but many—of the shots missed.

“I am here, my Khan,” Nikolai heard the calm voice of Star Captain Scott as he jumped behind the Rifleman and contemptuously fired only his three medium lasers into its back—all three shots sliced through the weak rear armor and another ammunition explosion ripped the 60-ton BattleMech apart. He did not quit moving however, and he circled the remaining two ‘Mechs, trying to keep between the Khan’s near helpless OmniMech and their guns.

The Centurion missed Jason with his autocannon, but his laser burnt a strip along one leg; the Orion backed up and salvoed his missiles and autocannon, and he hit with both.  Seven missiles peppered the Clan heavy, and the slug tore into Jason’s right arm.  Jason aimed his PPC at the Centurion, and a single bolt took off the ‘Mechs arm at the shoulder—and he fired a single low-powered laser at the Orion.  The pilot of the mercenary heavy ‘Mech salvoed every weapon he had, but although Jason staggered under the fire, he kept the TAG system steady on his foes chest—and out of the darkness four homing Arrow IV artillery rockets streaked down and engulfed the Orion in a massive explosion.  The Centurion charged in, his left arm raised to punch Jason’s Hellbringer II, but the Scorpion Warrior only lifted his left arm and flushed fifteen LRMs directly into face of oncoming ‘Mech—when the smoke cleared the headless medium ‘Mech fell over backwards.

Nikolai noticed movement on the ground and he activated his flood-lights to reveal several dozen mercenary infantrymen—infantrymen who fired a hail of short-range missiles into the Hellbringer, engulfing Scott in inferno gel.  But Scott had bought enough time for the Elementals attached to Nikolai and Nelson to catch up, and ten APGs tore into the conventional infantry, who quickly died under the fire. 

“Still with us, Star Captain Scott?” Nikolai asked.

“Aff, my Khan,” answered the young man over the radio.  “I am roasting a bit in here, but no internal penetrations.  It looks as though we are among the survivors.”

Nikolai nodded and noted that he hadn’t said victors.  Scott stood guard over the Khan until OmniMechs with hand actuators arrived to remove the remains of the Marauder which had pinned Nikolai’s Summoner II in place.   â€œThe mercenaries?”

“Running up the pass towards the saKhan,” answered Star Colonel Myers.  “They still have a sizeable force—three plus regiments en route to his position.”

“Our casualties?”

“Heavy, my Khan.  We lost sixty two OmniMechs and more than two hundred Elementals.  Every survivor is damaged—and at least half of our surviving OmniMechs are in critical need of repairs.  Including yours.  I can assemble a force of sixty-five OmniMechs and eighty-five Elementals to pursue the mercenaries, but no more than that.  Star Colonels Dinour and Suvorov are dead; Star Colonel Collesano has been critically wounded and is being evacuated to Serket's surgery.”

Nikolai was silent as he considered the . . . disaster that this battle had been.  Finally freed, he slowly stood his ‘Mech.  “Star Captain Scott.”

“Yes, my Khan?”

“Do I still have a Warrior willing to convince those mercenaries in the pass to surrender?”

“With the bluff of using Serket’s weapons, my Khan?”

“Neg.  If they refuse, I will annihilate them with our cruiser—can you convince them to lay down their arms and spare us from that fate, Star Captain?”

The Hellbringer II, scorched and blackened, executed a slow bow, and Scott’s voice came over the radio receiver in the Khan’s cockpit.  “Aff, my Khan.  I believe that I can.”

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 03, 2012, 01:47:16 AM
Now this is warrior worthy of the Clans. Hail Star Captain Scott
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 03, 2012, 12:54:21 PM
Borthas Pass
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 26, 3043


Colonel Fredrick Tolliver of the 241st Battle Group (Lexington Combat Group) frowned as the scout finished his report.  Apparently, there was a pavilion tent set up in the pass ahead—a tent flying a white flag of truce.  “Z, any contact with the General?” he asked his executive officer, Frederic Zaffson.

“None, sir.  The survivors of the 180th Dragoons and 32nd Recon said he led the HQ Battalion to cover their retreat—we’ve also had no contact with Narhal’s Raiders since the Clan assault.”

Tolliver nodded.  “You said you talked to this Clanner?” he asked the scout.

“Yes, sir,” the woman answered.  “It was pretty damned weird, Sir.  There’s just one of them there, sitting at a field table with three empty chairs.  He said he wishes to discuss ending this campaign with you—and he asked for you, Wolfgang Hansen, and Colonel Kusaka by name, Sir.”

“Are they chasing us, Fred?”

“No, sir—they have blocked the entrance to the pass.  And recon flights have indicated that have a second force at the summit . . . comprised completely of assault ‘Mechs.”

A chill went through Tolliver.  According to the survivors there had been NO assault-weight BattleMechs part of last night’s assault—and they had still torn apart more than three Regiments of ‘Mechs, support by close to five of tanks and artillery, and two of infantry.  “How many?”

“We estimate their strength at around a full battalion, Sir—and they have those damned Toads.  Close to two hundred of the bastards.”

Just a couple of battalions, but they were defending the narrowest part of the pass, which meant that Tolliver would have to engage them a battalion or two at a time.  He shivered again, and then he nodded.  “Well, if we are talking, then no one else is dying.  Send a chopper for Hansen and Kusaka—let’s hear what this Clanner has to say.”

********************************************************************

The Clan Warrior stood waiting outside of the tent as the Ferret landed several dozen meters down the pass.  Tolliver noted that he stood at parade rest and wore a set of dark grey fatigues.  He was unarmed—so far as the Lexington Combat Group Colonel could tell.  He waited patiently for the mercenary commanders, ignoring the blast of wind from the still turning rotors of the helicopter that tore through his dark brown hair.  The whine of the engine slowly faded as the pilot shut down the machine and the crew chief—manning the door-mounted machine-gun spat on the ground as he shifted the weapon slight to where he could sweep the entire pass.  The Colonel patted the crew chief on the shoulder as he dismounted from the bird and stepped aside for Wolfgang Hansen and Erina Kusaka, who frowned as Hansen offered her his hand and simply jumped down.

Tolliver smiled at that—Wolfgang was still quite young for a regimental commander at 26; he had taken command from his father just six months ago, just as Erina Kusaka had assumed control of the 21st from her father Thaddeus three years ago.  She was twenty years his elder, however, and a veteran warrior in her own right; she neither wanted nor needed coddling.

He approached the Clanner, who snapped to attention and saluted smartly.  “Star Captain Jason Scott, assigned to the Knife Dance Keshik, Clan Goliath Scorpion Touman,” the young man—the boy—said in a crisp accent.  Tolliver automatically returned the salute, but then he blurted out, “How old are you?”

“I celebrated the 19th anniversary of my decanting earlier this year, Colonel Tolliver.  My Khan has charged that I discuss with you a range of options that are now available, in the hopes that we can resolve this campaign without further needless bloodshed.  Shall we exit the wind?  I have a heater set up within the tent, along with water if any of you thirst.”  Jason extended one arm towards the tent, and Tolliver went ahead and entered, followed by Hansen, Kusaka, and Scott in turn.

There was a heater in the tent, and the canvas sides did cut out the bitter wind that funneled through the pass.  A simple table and four chairs (three on one side and one on the opposite) was the only furniture, but a communications unit was set on the surface, along with a decanter of water and four glasses.  Tolliver took the middle seat, with Hansen on his left and Kusaka on his right; while Jason sat down facing them.

The Clan Warrior poured himself a glass of water and took a sip, and then Kusaka poured herself a glass.  What the hell, the veteran officer thought as he poured one for himself and a second for Hansen. 

Scott nodded and he smiled.  “My Khan commends you for a battle well-fought; your commands have proven their bravery and their skill in the truest Trial of all—combat.  Although you did not abide by our rules of engagement, we understand that in your society there are no such rules; hence we honor you by adapting to your own tactical protocols.”

“That’s all well and nice, boy,” snapped Kusaka, “poetic even, but can we get down to business?  Although I dislike the idea of treating with the descendents of those who abandoned the Inner Sphere to centuries of war; who ignored their oaths and failed their duty.”

“As you wish, Colonel Kusaka,” Jason answered.  “I do not agree with you, of course, but I understand how you might see things in such a light.  I am here so that the four of us can come to an agreement and put an end to the bloodshed.  You are no doubt aware that last night Alpha Galaxy routed your rear-guard forces, destroying or capturing in excess of half your total combat strength—four-fifths of your artillery.  Your aerospace forces are scattered and incapable of providing further support, certainly not against the assets we can bring to bear.  The pass ahead of you is defended by fourteen Stars of OmniMechs and Elementals—assault-weight OmniMechs which were lacking in last night’s assault.  You will find that assaulting Clan Assault OmniMechs in a defensive position across open ground a far cry than defending yourselves from assault atop a wooded bluff from light, medium, and heavy Clan Omnimechs.”

“Further,” Jason continued, “the narrowness of the pass will restrict the number of forces you can bring to bear, allowing for us to defeat you in detail should you press onwards.  At the base of the pass behind you, there is the remainder of Alpha Galaxy.  Unlike you, our artillery is untouched and fully rearmed; we have air-support that you do not.  And while there is more room to maneuver at that end of the pass, our numbers are great enough that you will remain bottled up, as your provisions, fuel, and munitions stocks dwindle.”

Jason took a sip of water as he let the three mercenaries seated across from him absorb that information.  Hansen shook his head.  “Do you expect us to just surrender without a fight?”

“Colonel Hansen, there is a time and a place for all things under heaven.  There is a time to fight and a time when fighting will only be futile.  I ask only that you consider the situation in which you find yourselves—and that you consider well exactly what you are facing here.  Even if you should prevail against our blocking forces, Clan Goliath Scorpion has a fresh Galaxy—that is correct, another Galaxy—that we have not yet committed to Rasalhague.  They are eager for a chance to prove themselves in combat operations.  In addition to The Sand Runners—as Beta is known among us—ask yourselves this:  should you, somehow, manage to defeat Alpha and Beta completely, where will you go?  We control the orbitals and we have Serket, a Sovetskii Soyuz-class heavy cruiser in orbit.  Colonels, we are willing to turn her weaponry against you should you prove to be intransigent.  We do not want to, but we will do so if it becomes necessary to achieve victory.”

“Do that and you will sign your own death warrants—every House will unleash their stockpiles of nuclear weapons upon you.”

“And we will all lose, but you will lose more.  Our Homeworlds will remain untouched and it will be your worlds which are reduced to radioactive ash.  As I said,” continued Jason, “that is a contingency for if you manage to defeat not only Alpha, but Beta.  Which, if I may remind you, is at 100% of strength, fully supplied, and has Warriors who are rested.”

The three Colonels looked grim and Tolliver shook his head.  “And if we surrender, we become your slaves—Jaime Wolf has briefed us on your Clans.”

Jason shook his head and smiled.  “I think you will find that Jaime Wolf’s information is . . . shall we say, out of date.  Has he briefed you on our customs?”

“He did.”

“Ah.  Did he perhaps tell you of the rite of hegira?”

Tolliver frowned.  “Not to my recollection.”

Jason smiled.  “Well, he should have.  Hegira is the ritualized acknowledgement of honorable defeat.  It carries with it the right to withdraw under safcon—that is, safe conduct.  It extended to opponents who have proved themselves worthy, but it can only be requested by the side which has been defeated in battle; not offered by the victor.”

Kusaka barked out a bitter laugh.  “You would just let us go?  Because we asked?”

Jason shrugged.  “It is our way when dealing with honorable and worthy opponents—there would be conditions, of course.”

“What conditions?” Tolliver asked.

“In exchange for hegira, should you ask for it, since I cannot offer it, my Khan would be willing to accept your oath that you will not be used in the future against Clan Ghost Bear and Clan Goliath Scorpion—where else you are sent is none of our concern.”

The Scorpion smiled as the three Colonels exchanged glances and he nodded.  “I see that you need to confer—but before I leave you to deliberate upon your decision, I should inform you that General Feinman is alive; wounded but alive and receiving care.  If you wish to speak with him, he is waiting on the other end of the comm.  My Khan also instructs me to tell you that those of your comrades who were captured yesterday will be granted hegira as well, should you ask, along with your dependents who await you in the coastal cities.  The equipment we captured last night and yesterday, however, we will retain as isorla—the spoils of war.  Your forces here, which have not yet been reduced to bloody ruin, are free to retain their equipment and weapons . . . that is, should you choose to ask for hegira.”

Jason stood.  “It is your decision, Colonel Tolliver, Colonel Kusaka, Colonel Hansen.  Will your regiments live . . . or will every last single one of you die?”

And with that, Jason exited the tent.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 03, 2012, 01:32:47 PM
There it is The Iron Fist in the Velvet Glove.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 03, 2012, 04:11:36 PM
Good chapter!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on July 03, 2012, 07:12:16 PM
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You have the good Star Captain using contractions, easy to do when writing the Clans, I do it all the bloody time.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 03, 2012, 07:49:17 PM
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that’s

You have the good Star Captain using contractions, easy to do when writing the Clans, I do it all the bloody time.

Thanks.  I tried to avoid it, but sometimes one or two slips by.  I will fix.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 03, 2012, 09:43:14 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan
Rasalhague, Free Rasalhague Republic
August 30, 3043


“I can report, ilKhan Hazen, that as of today, the last organized resistance has either been destroyed or surrendered.  My troops captured Elected Prince Magnusson and his family last evening; they are being held in confinement until you decide how they are to be treated,” Amanda Tseng reported.  She looked as weary as Nikolai felt, he thought.  His Scorpions had seen to the disposition of the mercenaries after he had accepted their request for hegira, in addition to moving two hastily reformed Clusters under the saKhan to reinforce the Bears final drive into the urban centers of Reykjavik.  But at last, the final formations of the KungsArmee and their mercenaries had been defeated.

Yvonne nodded at Amanda and then she turned her glare on Nikolai.  “Khan Djerassi, would you be so kind to explain to me why you violated my orders—and had your cruiser escort those mercenary sell-swords to the jump point?”

“They requested hegira, ilKhan,” the Scorpion replied.  “As they had fought well and fought bravely, I chose to grant that request.”

Her nostrils flared.  “I wanted none to escape—and you knew that.”

“Escape, yes, I was aware of that.  None have escaped Rasalhague, my ilKhan.  Would you rather that I had disregarded the Martial Code of Nicolas Kerensky and refused an opponent that I, as Khan of the Goliath Scorpions, deemed worthy of honoring their request for the rite of [/i]hegira[/i]?”

The ilKhan shook her head.  “And how exactly did they come to request hegira, Khan Djerassi?”

“I was not there in the negotiations of their surrender, ilKhan Hazen,” Nikolai said with a smile.  “My emissary, Star Captain Scott, informed me that they had requested hegira and I chose to grant it.”

Her eyes narrowed and her glare promised that this was not finished.  But she nodded her head a fraction of an inch.  “There are larger problems to deal with at this moment—you both have had an opportunity to read the transcripts of the interrogations of the Capellans, quiaff?”

“Aff, my Khan,” replied Amanda as Nikolai nodded his agreement.

“Your thoughts?”

The Ghost Bear Khan inhaled deeply and she shook her head.  “We have not the force to prevail against the entirety of the Inner Sphere united against us.  We can take a significant number of their worlds, but they have the capacity to stop the invasion dead at a time and place of their choosing.”

“Then why haven’t they?”

Nikolai snorted.  “Because they are wearing us down, ilKhan!  I would wager a year’s production of ‘Mechs that the Wave II worlds will have significantly more defense than Wave I—not the level that we faced here on Rasalhague, but enough to bleed our forces.  Wave III will have more defenders; Wave IV—perhaps Wave V—is where we will find their main line of resistance.  And the knowledge of this Grand Army of the Inner Sphere . . . ilKhan Hazen they have assembled a sledgehammer designed to crush the best and brightest of two, perhaps even three Clan Toumans.”

“Options?”

“Halt in place after Wave II, build defenses—including SDS—and bring forward all of our forces remaining in the Homeworlds, excepting only a single Cluster for each enclave, before resuming the invasion in a year’s time, presuming we survive a year once they realize we are turning turtle,” answered Nikolai quickly and quietly.

Amanda winced and Yvonne shook her head.  “Options that I can convince the Khans of!” she snapped.

“Ah, that is different, ilKhan,” Nikolai answered as he activated a holographic recording.  As the image of a planet appeared, he grinned.  “In that case I recommend we activate Operation Aleksandyr.”

Yvonne blinked and Amanda’s jaw dropped.  “You cannot be serious—that is the most reckless plan that you and Marion Truscott devised!  It is as shallow as anything Showers and Crichell ever presented!” the Bear thundered.  “We would have no lines of supply, no means of retreat—and it would do nothing to stop Wolf’s Grand Army from pursing and engaging us!”

“I hope he is reckless enough to try, Khan Tseng,” smiled Nikolai.  “He may well have fifty regiments, but Aleksandyr calls for sixteen Galaxies—one from each of our Clans.  Eighty-one Clusters that we will use to seize Terra, supported by fifty of our WarShips.  At the same time, we allow the remainder of our forces to continue operations, at a greatly reduced pace, and bring up one or two or perhaps three more Galaxies per Clan from the Homeworlds—and replacement Warriors, for we will need them.”

Nikolai stood.  “ilKhan, if they stand united against us, we must either retreat, reinforce, or . . . perform an audacious maneuver that none of them, not even Wolf, will see coming.  If we can seize Terra, if we have the strength to seize and hold Terra, and I believe that we do, and if the factories there remain operational, Wolf will have no choice but to come to us.  Through whatever remnants of the Reagan SDS remain operational, against the combined Clans in all of our strength and power.  Wolf will not be moved if we stick to the plan, not before his allies in Steiner and Davion and Kurita and Liao and Marik have bled us white—we must force him to move early.  And to do that, ilKhan, we must assault a world that he cannot allow us to retain.  There is one such world in the whole of the Inner Sphere—in the whole of the Universe, ilKhan Hazen.  And that is Terra.”

And all three of them looked upon the blue-white world slowly rotating on its axis in the holographic display.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on July 03, 2012, 10:36:22 PM
Unless you've changed it, or mentioned it elsewhere, then Nikolai would be well aware that Terra has no SDS outside of the ground-based Laser/Mirror system. Alexandr Kerensky was systematic in his destruction of any and all remaining SDS systems after the civil war.

If you're going to have an SDS at Terra, I'd suggest making mention of it in an earlier ComStar-led chapter.

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 03, 2012, 10:45:15 PM
Unless you've changed it, or mentioned it elsewhere, then Nikolai would be well aware that Terra has no SDS outside of the ground-based Laser/Mirror system. Alexandr Kerensky was systematic in his destruction of any and all remaining SDS systems after the civil war.

If you're going to have an SDS at Terra, I'd suggest making mention of it in an earlier ComStar-led chapter.

He destroyed the ground bases?  I thought he only killed off the space defenses, i.e., the drones and stations.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on July 03, 2012, 11:48:14 PM
I agree with MA, I thought there were several ground bases left, but no orbitals.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 04, 2012, 11:03:07 PM
The Comstar sourcebook and The Fall of Terra has a lot of info on those systems.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 05, 2012, 12:07:29 PM
Part III

Chapter Five


“The history of the Inner Sphere is one of betrayal and double-crosses; while such is dishonorable in the extreme, it is also human.  And no matter how our opponents might proclaim their unity, the fractures still rest there beneath the surface . . . hidden from view but just as fragile as an overstressed structural frame.  We apply the proper amount of stress in exactly the right places, and then we will see this Alliance of the Great Houses fall apart bickering amongst themselves.  It is a simple problem to identify; the difficulty comes in triggering the fractures.  Rest assured Warriors, we will find that answer and our path to Terra will become an open road.”

—Nikolai Djerassi, addressing the Scorpion Council of the Blood Named, Rasalhague, 3043


Field Headquarters of the ilKhan
Rasalhague, Clan Ghost Bear Occupation Zone
September 4, 3043



“Khan Tseng was not certain if you are a genius or a madman—hence she sent you to me, Messer Wheeler.  Which are you?” Yvonne Hazen asked the finely dressed serious man who stood in front of her desk.

Kendrick Wheeler frowned.  “It would be the height of hubris for me to claim to be a genius, ilKhan Hazen,” he answered.  “I can assure you, however, that I am not mad—and that I am very, very good at what I do.”

“Which is?”

“I film documentaries, ilKhan.  Ideological and political documentaries aimed at swaying public thought and opinion,” he answered with a broad smile.

“You create propaganda,” she answered flatly, and her guest nodded with a smile, making a clucking sound with his tongue.

“Victory, ilKhan Hazen, does not always go to the strongest or to the one who desires it the most—victory depends upon the will of those fighting and dying for their cause.  And I can you help achieve victory.”

“I think you will find that Clan Warriors need no propaganda to be motivated in our Crusade, Messer Wheeler.”

“Oh, heavens no!  You misunderstand me, ilKhan Hazen,” the producer/director responded.  “Jaime Wolf and the House Lords have spent hundreds of millions of C-bills over the past few years demonizing your Clans among the public.  They, the great unwashed masses of the Inner Sphere, see you as nothing more than ravening hordes of Mongols, come to destroy life as they know it and enslave everyone.  This is a War being waged on a front where you have no troops; you cannot oppose them in this theatre of operations, not without your own message.”

Yvonne’s eyes narrowed and she slowly nodded.  “Continue,” she said.

“We must answer these lies with the Truth, ilKhan Haven!  And we must paint a picture that shows the people of the Inner Sphere that the Clans are the benevolent inheritors of the Star League.  We have to counter Wolf’s lies against you with testimony from civilians here in your Occupation Zones, and show them that life under your rule will be better for them and their children than under the corrupt Lords of the Houses.  You have free education and training in vocations; your civilians have medical care provided for by the Clan.  You ensure that all your lower castes have power and water and food to eat.  You are no barbarians come here to destroy—we will show the masses that you have art and literature and culture.  We will tell them that unlike their current rulers, your Warriors do not involve civilians in combat—you keep your fights well away from population centers; unless, of course,” he said wryly as his voice rose in brightly, “dishonorable and corrupt opponents such as the Great Lords force you to fight there by holding their own citizens as human shields!   We will allow them to know that the Clans are here to restore the Fallen Star League and all of its Glory and Peace!”

Yvonne leaned back in her chair.  “Perhaps we could use you, Messer Wheeler,” the ilKhan said.  “There are a number of difficulties that I foresee, however.  First and foremost, is how do you expect to distribute these . . . propaganda pieces?  I cannot believe that the Houses will let you do so openly, quiaff?”

“Why, yes, ilKhan Hazen.  Some will have no choice.  The Free Worlds League, for example, we will be able to circulate this material in that realm without the central government being able to prevent us.  Even in the Federated Suns, we should be able to reach a large number of people openly—the same in the Lyran Commonwealth, although both of those will move quickly to suppress us; they will fail.  The Capellans and House Kurita will squash any open distribution, but we are well used to that.  I can smuggle the documentaries into their space and they will be shown them; the Lords can only attempt suppress the Truth, but information must flow, ilKhan Hazen.”

“If you can distribute these . . . documentaries . . . Messer Wheeler, what makes you think that you can alter the loyalty of the civilians of the Inner Sphere?”

Kendrick Wheeler laughed.  “I am very, very good at what I do, ilKhan Hazen.  After seeing my films, the people of the Inner Sphere—especially those far from the front lines—will be asking themselves why are our people dying to defend the Lyrans and Kuritas?  Why are we spending our blood and treasure against the True Heirs of the Star League, the children of Aleksandyr Kerensky, returned to our space after an epic journey centuries in the making?  And then you will have men of power, like the Sandovals in the Draconis March, and the Lestrades in Skye, will begin to wonder why their leaders are propping up the Draconis Combine—we might even prod them into action, drawing away troops from the front-lines.”  He laughed.

Yvonne nodded once.  “I have one final question, Messer Wheeler:  why are you offering me this?”

“I am an artist, ilKhan Hazen.  I sway the opinions of men and women across the Inner Sphere—but for the slightest of indiscretions, they have the temerity to banish me!  To outlaw my work from their realms!  To name me as an outlaw and a fugitive to their laws!  Your Clans, my ilKhan, shall be my revenge upon all of them.”

“And in return you desire . . . ?”

“The rights to all profits made by these films, of course.  And a place within your society—you strike me as a woman who knows a good deal when she sees it, ilKhan Hazen.”

Yvonne stood, a look of distaste clearly evident on her face.  “You will have the cooperation of the Clans, Messer Wheeler.  Make your films—and do not fail me, for the consequences of that will be . . . not to your liking.”

Kendrick smiled.  “By the time that I am done, my ilKhan, the Inner Sphere masses will be singing praises of your name alongside that of General Kerensky and Ian Cameron.”  And he laughed again.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 05, 2012, 12:51:31 PM
my my doubledealing at it's best. Why do I feel that Wheeler Is ROM or Loki????
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 08, 2012, 04:00:45 PM
Clan Ghost Bear Field Headquarters
Rasalhague, Clan Ghost Bear Occupation Zone
September 6, 3043


“A costly victory, quiaff?” asked Amanda Tseng as Nikolai stepped into the pre-fabricated structure that housed the command and staff of Clan Ghost Bear.  She shook her head and motioned the Scorpion towards one of the two chairs present.

“Aff, but not as costly as we first believed.  We have been able to repair and restore to operation several of our disabled OmniMechs, and Karttikeya carried enough ‘observing’ Warriors detached from their normal duties to make up the numerical losses we suffered—and sufficient materials to replace those OmniMechs, Fighters, and Elemental battle armor too damaged to repair.  As of 0700 this morning, Alpha Galaxy is back to 100% of TO&E strength.”

Amanda snorted. “But not at full effectiveness, Nikolai.  You need time to integrate those new Warriors.”

“You speak the truth, my Bear trothkin,” Nikolai answered.  “We have more than six weeks to drill them before the next Wave launches—and the Sand Runners, along with your Delta Galaxy, have confirmed that the KungsArmee stripped the defenses from the remaining Wave II worlds to concentrate here on Rasalhague.  We have taken all five for minimal losses.”

“True,” she mused and she nodded her head.  “I thought your suggestion to have unattached replacement Warriors on hand to be . . . an unworthy one, at first.  I was mistaken—those Warriors have let me bring the Golden Bears and the Night Howlers back to full strength as well.  I understand that Yvonne is rather furious this morning—having received the news from the other Clans operations.”

She smiled and Nikolai grinned in reply.  This time every Clan had hit all of their assigned worlds on the same day—although not with the same effect as the Bears and Scorpions. 

The Jaguars had taken Bangor, Hanover, Jeronimo, Marshdale, and Wolcott without major incident; but on Hyner and Maldonado they had slammed right into major DCMS staging bases and were still fighting for possession of those worlds.  Only two Clusters had landed on each—with no reserves—and they were fighting against hordes of militia and no fewer than seven DCMS front-line regiments!  To make matters worse, their ‘pacified worlds of Wave I had risen up against their garrison units once the Jaguar touman had jumped away—to the point where the free-birth PGC commanders of the Jaguar garrison forces had been forced to ask Clan Nova Cat for assistance.  Leo Showers was furious, Nikolai understood.  But he could only gnash his teeth as he redeployed Clusters onto the still contested worlds securing the approach to Pesht.

The Mandrills had faced less odds on their Second Wave worlds, but Schuyler had been heavily defended—to the point where Khan Tanaga and his Kindraa had to call upon the Spirits for assistance.  His leadership of that divided Clan now stood in doubt—or rather it would have, but for the Spirit garrison Clusters he had directed to reinforce his Mandrills on their Wave I worlds and the sudden uprising in their wake had been crushed.

The Adders and Cobras faced no serious opposition, except on Trondheim, where the 2nd Drakons of the KungsArmee and three mercenary Regiments had squared off against the Adder’s Alpha Galaxy—and were resoundingly defeated in short order.  And while there had been uprisings on Constance and Jarrett—two combine worlds taken by the Adders in Wave I, the Free Rasalhague Republic had apparently not made such preparations.  Other than those two planets, the rear of the Adders was rather quiet.

As it was for the Bears and Scorpions as well.  And for the Wolves and Coyotes in Corridor Delta.  The only serious challenge to the Packs had arisen on Basiliano, where the sole assault-weight regiment of the KungsArmee had squared off against the Coyote’s Delta Galaxy.

But the Vipers had attempted simultaneous landings on nine worlds—with the furious Hellions still watching from the sidelines—and some of those worlds had featured significant defenses.  Their bid for Ridderkirk succeeded only because of the adaptability and steadfast determination shown by Star Captain Ezra Cochraine—despite just two points of Vipers surviving the battle, they had taken that world.  The assault on Winfield, however, saw the quick defeat and death of the Trinary dispatched there—a shameful ending only magnified when the Horses dropped two Clusters and annihilated Winfield’s Brigade in an eleven hour running battle.  But that wasn’t the worst for the Vipers, oh no.  On Evciler, Seiduts, and Planting, Viper Clusters ran head-first into veteran Fed-Com RCTs, their defenses stoutly built and with ample supplies of artillery and conventional support elements.  Each of these worlds was struck by only a single Viper Cluster, and the results were grim.  Khan Andrews responded by throwing his reserves into the fight, but his best formations were bled white on those three worlds.  Ecviler and Seiduts had fallen, but reports from Planting showed that the 24th Arcturan Guards RCT, reinforced by the 12th Donegal Guards had refused to budge, repelling three separate attacks by the 423rd and 428th Assault Clusters . . . until Galaxy Commander Sean Matthews destroyed them utterly with the guns of the Essex-class destroyer Martial Legacy.  To say that the ilKhan was . . . upset, would be akin to saying that the surface of a star was slightly warm to the touch.

Khan Andrews had replied however, that since there were no significant numbers of civilians within the blast zones of the orbital bombardment, it wasn’t a matter for the ilKhan—but instead an operational decision by his Clan in the heat of battle.  Nikolai smiled again, for he had heard that Yvonne almost declared a Trial of Grievance against Andrews for his insubordination and refusal to obey her standing orders on the use of such weapons—but she had since calmed down.

The Horse’s too ran into Fed-Com defenders on Butler, Malibu, and Twycross—but Khan Fletcher had already delayed his attack until after the Vipers struck Winfield.   Forewarned by the experiences of the Falcons and Vipers, he gave all of the other systems in Wave II to the Ravens and landed a full Galaxy of Horses on each of those worlds—overrunning the defenders in a matter of hours.  However, like the Vipers and Falcons and Mandrills and Jaguars, the Horse’s had experienced an uprising on their Wave I worlds—an uprising that resulted in the assassination of Loremaster Gary Mitchell by a Fed-Com special operations team as he was meeting with civilian leaders on Somerset.  Luckily, the Horse’s garrison commander refrained from making an example, and the horrified civilian leaders—barely spared their lives in the engagement—were cooperating fully at uncovering the special operations cells.

The Falcons activated the Sharks for Wave II, which allowed them to concentrate their forces against the defenders of Blue Hole, Chahar, and Kooken’s Pleasure Pit; leaving the Sharks to deal with the treacherous crags of Goat Path.  Leaving just one Cluster behind to deal with Blackjack, Clermont, and Hot Springs, thirteen Falcon Clusters hit the heavily defended worlds on the forward edge of their occupation zone.  Not to mention four Shark Clusters on Goat Path.   The Fed-Com defenders there were swamped, and despite heavy, even bitter fighting, the Falcons took every world in assigned to their Wave, as did the Sharks.  The unoccupied Shark Galaxy was kept in the rear areas of Wave I, and once the uprisings began, saKhan Timur Malthus coordinated the use of that Galaxies Clusters and the Shark PGCs to work with the Falcon PGCs and restore order.  Although there was still fighting on three worlds, and much damage to infrastructure that the Falcons had counted on, the worst was now believed to have ended.

“She is,” answered Nikolai with a grin. “And for once not with me!”

“Truth!” barked out Amanda in a bitter laugh.  “Somedays, Nikolai, I believe you deliberately try to push her a bit too far—she is still a Falcon, beware ‘lest she tear your intestines out with her talons.”

Nikolai grunted in agreement, and he shook his head.  “I issued orders today for Epsilon Galaxy to report to Rondane—they will arrive in fifteen days thanks to that command circuit you and I established between the Homeworlds and the Isles.  I would recommend that you move at least two more Galaxies forward as well, Khan Tseng.”

Amanda winced.  “We cannot use them, Nikolai.”

“Not now, no.  But the Isles—and Rondane—are not within the Invasion Theatre.  Those are our worlds now—our enclaves, which we can garrison as we see fit.  And if the time comes, Khan Tseng, when we need four more Galaxies . . . I intend for us to have them close by.”

“There are not enough JumpShips in the circuit to convey two Galaxies of Bears AND your Scorpions.”

“I will delay Epsilon, so that you might bring forward Rho;  that will be thirty days for my reinforcements, and then forty-five—just as we are starting Wave III—for your second Galaxy to arrive.  If you pass the orders today.”

Amanda nodded.  “Aff.  It is better to have them close than not to have them at all.”

“Good,” answered Nikolai.  “Have you decided what to do with Magnusson and his family?”

“Didn’t you hear?”

“Obviously, I did not.”

Amanda smiled.  “The Elected Prince demanded a Trial of Refusal against me in a final effort to restore Rasalhague to his rule—I granted his request.  He chose pistols at twenty paces.”

The Scorpion Khan winced, for Amanda Tseng was a crack shot even amongst the Clans!

“So he is dead?”

“Aff.  Very much so as of this morning.  Since Magnusson’s wife was already deceased, I sent his son—Ragnar—back to the sibko we have established on Rondane.  He is nine and will adapt quickly.”

Nikolai nodded and then he asked the question he had come for.  “How do you plan on voting for Aleksandyr, Amanda?”

She shook her head.  “It will never pass, Nikolai—you know it.  There will not be a majority of the Clans that will allow EVERY clan to land simultaneously on Terra; that would destroy the entire concept of the ilClan.  It has no chance of passing . . . and I shall waste no political capital on supporting an idea which cannot be passed.”

The Scorpion nodded glumly.  “Ulric and Marion said much the same thing—as will Jake I am certain.  We should hit them now, but we will not.  We should reinforce our holdings here  with every Warrior, every ‘Mech, every last pallet of bullets we have in the Homeworlds, but we will not.  I fear that we will . . .” and his voice trailed off.

“What do you fear, Scorpion?” asked the Bear.

Nikolai shook his head.  “Nothing that I can change now, Amanda.  I shall see you at the grand kurultai, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“Then good day, Khan Tseng.”

“Good day, Khan Djerassi.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on July 08, 2012, 06:36:39 PM
 ;D Nice to see the short sightedness of the crusader clans and the Wardens helping in the decision to make sure there was no IlClan!  Keep up the story!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on July 08, 2012, 10:09:46 PM
I just had a thought, what is the status of the following formations after the Capellan Gift?:

Sarna Academy Group;
Sarna March Militias;
Republican Regiments;
New Aragon Borderers;
New Hessen Armoured Scouts;
Laurel's Legion;
Northwind Higlanders?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 08, 2012, 11:12:56 PM
The Shroud Keshik, Jendar Desert
Maldonado, Draconis Combine
September 6, 3043


Leo Showers frowned as his aide passed him the communication, but Star Captain Abraham Bowen stood sternly at attention and he did not waver as his Khan glared down upon him.  The Khan read the message a second time and he nodded.

“This . . . Colonel Nakamura . . . has he offered a location for the Trial?”

“Aff, my Khan.  I dispatched a Star of OmniFighters to recon the area—they detected no formations of BattleMechs, vehicles, or artillery within a thirty kilometer radius.  They have confirmed that there is a small tent set up on the desert floor . . . no vehicles, just one man standing there and waiting.”

Showers frowned again and he looked at the message a third time.  Khan Showers, it said, I, Colonel Akira Nakamura, have assumed command of the Combine forces on Maldonado following the death of General Horne at the Tamlaine Ridge.  I challenge you to personal combat by sword for the ownership of this world.  You have my word that regiment—the 4th Pesht Regulars—will abide by the results of this contest.  I await you alone and armed only with my daisho at the following coordinates.

Showers crumpled the message inside of one thick fist.  “Who knows of this?”

Bowen blushed and he refused to meet his Khan’s eyes.  “It was transmitted in the clear—all of Alpha Galaxy heard the message, my Khan.”

The Jaguar nodded.  Clever, Nakamura.  You challenge me openly—and I cannot refuse with my Warriors knowledge.

“Prepare the Shroud—and Alpha Galaxy.  We will meet this Colonel Nakamura; I shall kill this Colonel Nakamura and this world will be ours.”

The aide bowed his head and backed out of the command tent. 

********************************************************************

The full might of Clan Smoke Jaguar’s premier combat unit surrounded the single Combine Colonel as he stood alone in front of a tent with its flaps raised.  The lonely figure brushed the dust from his black uniform as a massive Dire Wolf assault OmniMech came to stop immediately in front of him.  The canopy opened and a ladder deployed from a compartment along the side.  A powerfully-muscled dusky skinned man quickly descended after slinging a long scabbard over his back and neck.

The man—Leo Showers—reached the desert floor and he walked over to Akira Nakamura, who politely bowed.

“Saki, Khan Showers?” he asked.

“Neg.  Are you prepared to die today?” the Khan answered.

Akira smiled slightly.  “I am a loyal soldier of the Dragon, Khan Showers.  I am prepared to die every day.”  The Colonel poured himself a small cup of the rice wine and he bowed his head before he lifted the ceramic container and drank down the liquid contained within.

From the table set in the center of the tent, he lifted two swords in lacquered sheaths and he slid them into his belt above his left hip.  Then he walked out into the circle of ‘Mechs, and once again bowed politely at the Khan.  Showers’ lip curled and he too walked into the Circle of Equals as his Warriors watched, drawing his sword in one smooth movement and casting aside the scabbard.

The Colonel just stood there, his right hand resting on the long curved hilt of the larger of the two swords as Showers carefully approached, his weapon held before him expertly.  Nakamura nodded his appreciation—the Jaguar’s grip was flawless, his stance was perfect, his eyes never left his opponent.  He would have been quite a challenge, the Colonel thought.

But the Jaguar Khan suddenly jerked as a crimson beam from a laser sniper rifle burned its way through Showers’ head.  “My life and my honor belong to the Dragon—they are his to do with as he pleases!” Akira Nakamura yelled as the shocked Elementals raised their arms . . . the muzzle flashes were the last sight that Colonel Nakamura ever saw.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on July 08, 2012, 11:33:35 PM
The Jaguars are going to be pissed.

Raging Jaguar comes
to Pesht he prowls
Honour will be nothing.


Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 09, 2012, 12:59:57 PM
The Jaguar’s Den Keshik, Jendar Desert
Maldonado, Draconis Combine
September 6, 3043


Galaxy Commander Lincoln Osis fumed with rage as the Elementals of the Shroud recovered their Khan’s body.  Although few Elementals rose to the stature of Galaxy Commanders, and even fewer suits of Elemental armor were built with the communications and computer support equipment that such a position required, he was an exception to both.  He nodded as he saw the satellite maps projected on the heads-up-display on the interior of his visor and then he snarled.

“Jaguars!” he bellowed.  “House Kurita has proven itself as corrupt and deceitful as every other of the Scavenger Lords!  Our Khan lies dead due to their perfidy!  Because of their lies!  Their lack of honor!”

Growls rose over the communications network as Alpha Galaxy responded to his oratory.

“Jaguars!  We have located their last concentration of forces . . . we have discovered the regiment to which this . . . assassin belonged.  We will destroy them without mercy!  We will rend them to pieces!  We will grant no quarter nor shall it be asked!  And then, my Jaguars!  THEN, we shall fall upon Pesht and Luthien like the coming of a vengeful avatar of fury!  We will end the Kurita line and watch Takashi and his son hang!  Jaguars!” He roared.  “KILL!”

Osis activated his jump jets and he soared up to his mount on the shoulder of a nearby Warhawk, and he thrust his right arm forward; the Warhawk broke into a run towards the Kurita regiment fifty kilometers away, and in its wake—in Lincoln Osis’ wake—followed the Jaguars of Alpha Galaxy, hunger for vengeance.

********************************************************************

“There certainly are a lot of them,” complained Major Olin Harris, commander of the 3rd battalion, 4th Pesht, as he lowered his binoculars from his eyes.  Sheltered within a cavern in the windswept badlands, he shook his head.  “In fact, it looks more like a tsunami of ‘Mechs than a planned attack.”

“So much the better,” said the older man standing beside Harris.  “Colonel Nakamura and my sniper did their work well—alert your battalion to stand by; the Jaguars will be upon us in moments.  I will bring the rest of our forces to full readiness for battle.”

For the past half-hour, the 1st and 2nd battalions of the 4th Pesht had ran from the Jaguars, but, by-and-large, their ‘Mechs had been outpaced by the faster Clan machines.  Slowly, the Jaguars had caught up—piecemeal and no longer in formation.  And the 4th had lured them here, into this broken wasteland of twisting canyons and deep caverns; high ridges and treacherous mazes filled with deep, shifting sand.  General Noda Junichiro smiled even as the long-range weapons brought down a few more of the Pesht BattleMechs—so far, they had lost nearly half of their numbers . . . having inflicted no damage of their own.  That was about to change.

Junichiro waited until the forward elements of the Jaguars were fully within the narrow confines and then his eyes narrowed and he lifted the radio handset.  He smiled.  Your greater range will be no use to you here; here the playing field is leveled and we can hurt you just you can hurt us.  “Banzai!” he bellowed.

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Osis slammed his fist against the cockpit of the Warhawk, urging it to a faster pace as the sounds of battle doubled, and tripled, and doubled again ahead of him.  Plumes of smoke arose from the wastes of the desert, and suddenly his long-range communications died amidst the electronic squeals of powerful jamming devices.  “Faster,” he barked—but the Warrior assigned to the Warhawk instead brought the machine to a halt.

“Galaxy Commander, I believe you need to see this,” her voice whispered into Osis’ helmet.

The Elemental plugged his battle armor into a port set just outside the canopy of the assault-weight machine—and he blanched as he saw the sheer numbers of tanks and infantry swarming around his lead elements, with still more pouring from the concealed mouths of caves!  This was no single regiment . . . there were a dozen regiments of armor and infantry ahead of him, tearing into his lead Clusters!  The ‘Mechs that he had been pursuing had stopped running and now they too were ripping into his advance guard from point-blank range!  An ambush!  Those stravag cowards!

“Quicken you pace, we must come to their aid!” he barked to the MechWarrior and the assault OmniMech began to march forward again—just as another Warrior screamed:  “Incoming!”

Scores of high-velocity autocannon rounds streaked down from the sky as the regiment of ‘Mechbuster fighters passed by in nap-of-the-earth flight mode; their AC-20s spitting fire as they tore through the heart of Alpha Galaxy.  Most of them were shot down, but that did not mean that their own shots did not find targets.

One of which was the Elemental Battle Armor suit worn by Lincoln Osis.

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Junichiro nodded as fresh—and furious—Jaguar ‘Mechs entered the killing grounds.  For two hours his forces had fought with all of the ferocity he could inspire within them; but now ammunition was running low and the real Jaguar Assault (and assault-weight OmniMechs) had arrived.  Over four-fifths of his men were dead, or trapped within their vehicles and ‘Mechs.  But still they fought!

“All elements scatter and prepare to support ISF insurrection forces—Headquarters will cover your retreat,” he ordered into his radio.  “You have all served the Dragon well today!”

The former Yakuza lord turned general walked his own Thunderbolt out of the cavern, trailed by eleven other MechWarriors and two companies of SRM carriers—all loaded with inferno rounds.  His fresh command company tore into the flank of the Jaguar assault units and bought—at the cost of their own lives—time enough for Junchiro’s handful survivors to scatter to the distant winds.


CSJS Streaking Mist, High Orbit
Hyner, Draconis Combine
September 6, 3043


Brandon Howell, the saKhan of Clan Smoke Jaguar just stared at the officer who brought the message for what seemed like minutes.  Then he shook his head.  “What was that!” he barked.

“Khan Showers is dead, saKhan Howell.  Galaxy Commander Osis is dead.  Alpha Galaxy has taken almost twenty-five percent of its strength in casualties—and I have a request from the commander of Sabre Cat to remove the dezgra population of Maldonado with his capital weapons.”

“Denied!” Howell snapped, and he leaned against the holographic projection tank, taking a deep breath.  The fighting on Hyner had been difficult, yes, but the Mist Weavers Galaxy had overcome their opponents without resorting to such—how could The Roaring Jaguars have suffered so?  How?

“Inform Galaxy Commander Weaver that he is command here—I am taking Streaking Mist to Maldonado to restore order and sanity to Alpha Galaxy!  The 1st and 2nd Jaguar Guards will accompany me!”

The Warrior snapped to attention and rushed off to pass along the orders . . . it was only then that Brandon Howell realized that he was now the senior Khan of the Smoke Jaguars.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 10, 2012, 12:13:18 AM
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Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 10, 2012, 03:41:42 PM
Clan Ghost Bear Field Headquarters
Rasalhague, Clan Ghost Bear Occupation Zone
September 7, 3043


Nikolai and Randall waited alongside of Amanda and her saKhan (Eric Jorgensson) as the real-time HPG transmission completed it circuit; holographic images of the Khans appears in the dimly room around them, the grim-faced ilKhan standing in the center.

“Trothkin, this grand kurultai is hereby convened,” she said solemnly.  “Yesterday, Khan Showers was killed in the fighting on Maldonado where the Jaguars took heavy casualties.  Khan Howell reports, however, that the planet has been successfully taken—all organized resistance has ceased.”

Murmurs passed around the room and Nikolai exchanged a glance with Amanda, then with Ulric and Marion and Jake.  Brandon Howell was a far different animal from the newly deceased Showers—he was one of the few senior Jaguar officers with a head for strategy.  This could actually be good for the Clans, Nikolai thought.

“Khan Howell?” the ilKhan asked.  “You have requested leave to address the Khans.”

“I thank the ilKhan,” his image said.  “I am officially activating Clan Nova Cat from its role as a Reserve Clan—and I am transferring a portion of Bjarred, Virentofta, Coudoux, and Jeanette to their control as Nova Cat enclaves.  Khan West and I have spoken at length, and in Wave III we have decided that the Cats will be responsible for the worlds of Outer Volta, Juazeiro, and Caripare, leaving the Jaguars with the task of taking Irece, Pesht, and Teniente; in addition, Khan Tanaka has informed us that he wishes to bid for the right to assault Labrea on our mutual borders . . . the Jaguars will cede that world without a contesting bid."

More whispers rose . . . none of the Khans had expected this.  But the ilKhan only nodded.  “My staff will note your concession of these worlds to the Mandrills and Cats, Khan Howell.  How soon do you believe that you can make good your losses on Maldonado?”

“We have already contracted with Clan Diamond Shark for a stockpile of spare OmniMechs and OmniFighters, my ilKhan,” and Howell scowled, “although they are charging a higher price than they have a right too.  There are sufficient . . . observers with my Naval Star to replace the losses suffered by my Warriors as well, but that will deplete all of my on-hand replacements,” he admitted.  “When the time comes to launch Wave III, I fully expect we will be able to once again call Alpha Galaxy combat-ready.”

“ilKhan, I must protest!” shouted out Khan Andrews.  “None of these so-called replacements were included in our original bids!  The Jaguars, the Wolves, the Adders, the Horses, the Falcons, the Mandrills, the Bears, and the perfidious Scorpions who began this travesty have all broken their bids in order to restore their toumans here in the Inner Sphere to strength!  You must order them to stand down and await reinforcements from the Homeworlds!”

“I must?  Is that what you just told you ilKhan, Khan Andrews, quiaff?”

“Aff.  They rely not on the strength and will of their Warriors, but upon tricks and technicalities, ilKhan Hazen.  I demand that they be censored!”

“Your request is denied, Khan Andrews,” said Yvonne in a voice that dripped venom.  “Now, on the sub-. . .”

“You old free-birth hag!” shouted the Viper, as the remainder of the Khans drew in a sharp breath in shock!  “You do not deserve the post of ilKhan; you do not abide by the Martial Code of Kerensky, you chastise the Vipers when we defend ourselves, yet you allow these others to stray from the path that Nicolas set us to walk!  I demand a Trial of Refusal!”

Yvonne’s jaw clenched and her hands were balled into fists . . . and Nikolai sucked on his lower lip.  Jillian, you went too far, he thought.  Far too far.

“I grant you your Trial of Refusal; it shall be carried out here and now,” Yvonne answered in a voice that dripped with ice.

Jillian Andrews gave a bark of laughter.  “You will fight my hologram, you Falcon Warden?  Of course, if that is the only way you can win against a true Warrior . . ."

“Khan Rood, is Star Captain Galen Norizuchi in your presence?”

The Hellion jerked and then he nodded slowly.  “Aff, ilKhan Hazen.”

“Good.  Star Captain Norizuchi, will you serve as my Champion for this Trial of Refusal?”

“Aff, my ilKhan,” the Elemental answered.

“You cannot appoint a champion, Yvonne Hazen.  You must fight me yourself,” Jillian Andrews sneered.

Nikolai cleared his throat.  “Actually, Khan Andrews, she can.  You did not challenge the ilKhan directly—you challenged her ruling, to a Trial of Refusal, not a Trial of Position or a Trial of Grievance.  She is free to appoint a champion of her choice, as have been all ilKhan’s before her.”

“Then I withdraw my Trial of Refusal and demand instead a Trial of Grievance!  It was only a slip of the tongue—you knew well what I meant!”

“Neg,” answered Yvonne coldly.  “Your Trial of Refusal will stand and I choose unarmed combat, here and now.  Star Captain Norizuchi, relieve Khan Andrews of the shame of her life.”

The Hellion Elemental smiled and he stepped forward into the view of all of the holographic projections of the Khans.  The Hellions had bred their Elemental Warriors not for the raw strength that other Clans had made a priority, but for speed and stamina, for fast reactions and the ability to strike swifter than a cobra.  Every centimeter as tall as his fellows, Galen was far more slender, his muscles were whipcord lean, not bloated and enlarged, and he moved with grace that few Elementals could emulate.  He and the Viper Khan circled each other, and then Jillian moved forward and launched a punishing series of blows with her hands against the throat, the groin, and solar plexus of her opponent . . . or rather she tried to.

Galen spun, far faster than she anticipated and the heel of his boot caught her in the jaw, sending her spinning to the ground; then the Elemental performed a back-flip that landed directly atop of the prone Khan, forcing from her lungs the air she so desperately needed.  He rolled over to his knees and he grabbed her neck and jaw in two powerful hands . . . and the Khans winced as they heard Jillian Andrews' neck SNAP as he twisted her head in his grip.  As the dead Viper sank to the deck of her flagship, Galen stood and bowed.

“Your orders have been fulfilled, ilKhan,” he said.

“So they have,” Yvonne answered.  “saKhan Ian Monet was dismissed by Khan Andrews yesterday was he not, quiaff?  Citing that Monet had planned the failed Viper Trials on Winfield and Planting—he is en route back to the Homeworlds in disgrace; I believe that the Vipers now lack both a Khan and a saKhan.  Accordingly, I am transferring Clan Steel Viper to the Reserve and activating Clan Ice Hellion for Wave III.  I would suggest that Clan Steel Viper choose a new Khan and saKhan quickly if they wish to resume active status on Wave IV.”

She glared at the projections of the remaining Khans one-by-one.  “Unless someone cares to challenge either my ruling or my leadership?  Quineg?”

No one answered, and Yvonne nodded her head slowly.  “As the level of resistance has been steadily increasing and all of our Clans have taken significant unanticipated casualties to date, I, in my role as the ilKhan of the Clans now direct each and every one of you to activate one additional Galaxy in the Homeworlds and bring it forward immediately.  This order applies to Active and Reserve Clans alike—there will no exceptions to this, unless one of you seeks to remove me from office.”

Once again, she paused, and then the ilKhan nodded as no one spoke up.

“Excellent.  I would also advise, but I cannot order, each Clan to bring forward sufficient replacements to restore their Clusters to full strength following the execution of Wave III—you may plan on fifty percent greater dead and wounded, if the latest projections on the defense the Inner Sphere have put in place are to be believed.”

“Furthermore, I am tasking every Clan with contributing ninteen JumpShips, with a minimum of seventy-six docking collars to be assemble in a command circuit between the Isles and the Homeworlds.  Although it will take time to built such a command circuit, once it is in place, we may move men and material quickly between the Homeworlds and here,” she turned to Nikolai and smiled.  “I believe that Clans Ghost Bear and Goliath Scorpion have already started work on a command circuit of their own—although capable of transporting less and taking more time than the one I have envisioned, it will serve as an excellent starting point.  I thank Khan Tseng and Khan Djerassi for volunteering their ships and showing that such a tactic is feasible; and I thank them both for volunteering to place this circuit under the command of the Ebon Keshik.  I especially thank Khan Djerassi for volunteering to contribute the final nine ships needed to finalize the circuit.”

Nikolai winced.  How the devil had she found out?  But he forced himself to nod, and smile.  “As the ilKhan commands; we serve the will of the Clans.”

“Yes.  Yes you do, Khan Djerassi.  Do not forget that small fact,” Yvonne answered.  “My Khans, there are other matters today to discuss in detail; to begin we have received new information . . .”

Nikolai only nodded as Yvonne started digging into the real meat of the meeting.  No, Yvonne, you are most definitely no puppet—and I shall not underestimate your ability to ferret out information again.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 10, 2012, 08:23:42 PM
CWS Trailblazer, Zenith Jump Point
Hohenems, Clan Wolf Occupation Zone
September 8, 3043


“Pre-emergence wave detected, Star Colonel,” reported one of the sensor techs stationed on the bridge of James Meredith’s Vincent-class Corvette.  The very young Warrior looked up from the ship’s logs and he pursed his lips in thought as he examined the sensor readings for himself.  The tech was correct—there was an inbound ship.  “Very well.  Set Condition Two throughout the ship and arm all weapons,” he hit a communications stud on the arm of his command chair.

“Flight Operations,” the speaker replied.

“We have an incoming vessel—spot a point of fighters for immediate launch and have the remainder of the Star standing by on Plus 5.  Prepare a shuttle for the Elementals to board and capture if she does not try to run.”

“Aff!” came the sharp reply from many decks below.

James sat back in his chair as the bridge lighting dimmed, switching over to a ghastly reddish hue in preparation for possible battle.  At just twenty-four standard years of age, he was quite young for his rank—which explained in part why he was commanding one of the four smallest ships in Clan Wolf’s Fleet.  He lacked the seniority—if not the aggression and cool competence—for one of the larger and more powerful ships.

“Emergence!” snapped the sensor tech, who rapidly continued, “range four thousand two hundred and eleven kilometers, target is . . . confirmed as one Scout-class JumpShip with a single K-1 DropShuttle attached.”

“Send the challenge,” James ordered calmly, “flight deck launch two of our birds.”

Trailblazer quivered slightly as the catapults hurled the two Visigoths clear of the ship so that they could fire up their fusion drives in safety; the twin icons turned towards the JumpShip and began to close the distance on the stationary target.

“Star Colonel,” the perplexed tech spoke up, “they are broadcasting Clan IFF on the proper radio transponder frequencies.”

“Confirm!” James barked.

The sensor tech bent over his instrumentation, as did the comm tech, but they both looked back up and nodded.  “Confirmed, Star Colonel.  It is a very old IFF code, but it shows as still active and they are deliberately broadcasting.”

“Hail them.”

“Unknown vessel, this is Clan Wolf Ship Trailblazer.  Hold your position and identify yourself immediately—we are authorized to use lethal force if you fail to comply; there will be no further warnings.”

James waited for two seconds before the radio crackled with static and then cleared.  “Acknowledged, Trailblazer; this is the Clan Wolf JumpShip Little Claw—we await your boarding party and will comply with all instructions.”

The Wolf commander spun his chair, but his tactical officer was already scrolling through the ship’s registry; he finally looked up.  “Little Claw was assigned to the Wolf’s Dragoon Reconnaissance Force, Star Colonel.”

James nodded.  “Little Claw, this is Star Colonel James Meredith, commanding officer CWS Trailblazer.  Put your senior officer on the comm.”

“Trailblazer, this is Star Colonel Natasha Kerensky, of Clan Wolf.  Rest assured, Star Colonel Meredith, that some of us old Dragoon’s remain loyal to the Clans of Kerensky.  The code phrase is:  Look on my Works, ye Might, and despair!  Nothing beside remains.  Round the decay of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.”

James quickly pulled up codebook and found the line nearly at the very end—it was authentic.  He sat back and inhaled deeply.   â€œWelcome home, Star Colonel Kerensky.  Somehow I doubt that all of the Dragoon’s are aboard that little ship of yours.”

“That is a matter for Khan Ulric Kerensky and ilKhan Yvonne Hazen, Star Colonel Meredith.  I will await your boarding party and then we shall see what is to happen.”

With a click the radio cut out and James slowly nodded.  “Comm.  Priority transmission to the Gold Keshik on the surface—Khan’s Eyes Only.  My Khan, I beg to report that a single JumpShip with the proper codes and transponder of Wolf’s Dragoons has arrived at the zenith jump point under the command of Star Colonel Natasha Kerensky.  Upon my own authority, I am disregarding standing orders to fire into the vessel—Star Colonel Kerensky claims she is responding to the recall.  I require immediate instructions.  James Meredith, Star Colonel, CWS Trailblazer.”

“On chip, Star Colonel,” answered the comm tech.

“Send it.  Star Captain Wirth?”

“Aff.”

“If they so much as fire a reaction thruster I want you to destroy them without hesitation.  Quiaff?”

“Aff!”

“Star Commander Vickers?”

“Sir?” replied the commander of his Elemental detachment.

“Prepare a boarding party; I want that ship searched from stem to stern—with full radiological screening, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“Search everything—and everyone, regardless of rank.  You may issue a single warning if they do not cooperate fully—if they continue to protest or interfere in your search, you may shoot anyone, regardless of rank or possession of a Bloodname, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“Good.  Now go.”  James sat back in his chair and he stared at the lonely JumpShip sitting out there.  And now we wait, he thought.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on July 10, 2012, 08:48:14 PM
Operation REVIVAL Wave I map attached.  I have only linked Clan Periphery holdings and Inner Sphere holdings where the two closest worlds are within 60LY of each other.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 10, 2012, 09:31:11 PM
Blacknova, you are a genius.  Lovely as always.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on July 10, 2012, 10:08:51 PM
And, since it is Christmas, here is Wave II.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Shadow_Wraith on July 10, 2012, 10:29:05 PM
Awesome!   :D  thank you for the maps!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 11, 2012, 01:39:02 AM
The Traitors have arrived nuke them. They are just as bad as the Not-Named Clan
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 11, 2012, 04:59:08 PM
Alyssa Rickard Spaceport, Lubeck
Hohenems, Clan Wolf Occupation Zone
September 13, 3043


Ulric Kerensky shielded his eyes against the glare of the drive plume of the descending DropShuttle, but he noticed in irritation that Yvonne Hazen did not.  She had been meeting with Ulric and the Khan of the Coyotes when the transmission came in from Trailblazer, and the ilKhan had delayed her journey to meet with the new Viper leadership until she could personally speak with the sole Warrior from Wolf’s Dragoons to answer the recall.

Damn James Meredith!  Ulric thought to himself—his orders had been clear; in light of the Dragoon’s being confirmed as traitors, all ships arriving in Clan Wolf space with their transponders were to be immediately destroyed!  But, no.  The Star Colonel commanding the picket Corvette had shown initiative and instead of following the orders which could have erased the questions on what Kerlin Ward had done, now he had given the enemies of Clan Wolf possible ammunition to use against them.

The fate of his Clan was now dependent on how much Natasha Kerensky said—and what precisely she knew.

The DropShuttle settled down on the tarmac and the flare from its engine pods died away, while steam rose from the shimmering asphalt and concrete and the stench of hot tar filled the air.  Spaceport workers unrolled a lane of heat-resistant material across the tarmac, even as a ramp deployed from the DropShuttles main hatch.  A woman, dressed in the leather ceremonial uniform of Clan Wolf emerged from within the ship . . . and she grinned as she saw Ulric standing there waiting.

She jogged down the ramp, over and across the insulating carpet, and came to halt directly in front of the Khan and ilKhan.  She snapped to attention.  “Star Colonel Natasha Kerensky, of Clan Wolf!  I hereby answer the recall order issued by ilKhan Yvonne Hazen to return to duty!”

“I am Yvonne Hazen,” the ilKhan said sternly.  “This is Khan . . .”

“Ulric Kerensky,” Natasha interrupted.  “I remember him well, ilKhan—it’s good to see you again, Ulric.”

Yvonne frowned at the use of the contraction and the uncouth interruption both and Natasha laughed.  “I have lived too long among the free-birth of the Inner Sphere, ilKhan.  And there are more important things to discuss than my casual use of language, don’t you agree?”

The Falcon ilKhan stiffened, but she slowly nodded.  “Indeed there is, Star Colonel Kerensky.  There is much to discuss—and much that must be decided.  Come, join me and Khan Kerensky out of this . . . unsecure location.”

Without a word, Natasha climbed into a waiting ground car, followed by Ulric and Yvonne—and Yvonne’s bodyguards from the Ebon Keshik.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 11, 2012, 06:05:07 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan, Lubeck
Hohenems, Clan Wolf Occupation Zone
September 13, 3043


Yvonne sat after her five guest, Natasha, Ulric, his saKhan Garth Radick, the Khan of Clan Coyote Pavel Kerensky, and his saKhan Zachariah Koga, had all seated themselves.  “How long has the Clan Reconnaissance Force been giving the Inner Sphere information on the Clans?” she bluntly asked.

Natasha smiled; so much for the pleasantries, she thought.  “After our second supply in 3020, Khan Kerlin Ward of Clan Wolf met with Jaime Wolf—he issued him orders that the Dragoon’s were to ignore all future orders and recall instructions from the Homeworlds; in addition we were to prepare the Inner Sphere to combat your invasion.”

Yvonne stiffened, and Ulric shook his head bitterly, while the remaining three gasped in shock and horror.  But before Ulric could even open his mouth, Natasha laughed.

“Relax, Ulric,” she said.  “I heard from Jaime himself that the reason Kerlin was issuing the order then was because his new saKhan—you—was too honorable to do the right thing, and could not be trusted the revelation of his secret orders.” Ulric kept the surprise from reaching his face; Natasha knew he was well aware of the plans Kerlin had made—but she wasn’t unmasking him!  She turned back to Yvonne and shrugged.  “Kerlin was a Warden taken to extremes, and Jaime Wolf was hand-picked by him because he knew that Jaime would begin to identify with the Inner Sphere over time.  Romanticize it even, and seek to protect it.”

“You have plotted our downfall for more than twenty years?” Yvonne growled.

“Neg.  There were too many of the old Dragoon’s, the ones born in the Homeworlds who would have . . . objected to such a decision.  It was only much later that I learned of the true extent of Kerlin’s perfidy; but by then Jaime had purged all the navigational data from our ships and there was no way to return home to warn all of you.”

The Black Widow picked up her tall glass of ice tea and took a sip.  She sat down the glass again and continued.  “It was nearly six years ago that we received a second communication from Kerlin—in 3037.  He warned that his death was imminent and that the Invasion was coming soon; it was only then, with just a handful of the original Dragoon’s surviving that Jaime began to talk to the House Lords.  He convinced them of the danger that the Clans posed and he managed to unite them—somewhat—against you.”

“Kerensky’s blood,” whispered Pavel.  “No wonder our intelligence has been so compromised—they were expecting us all the while we planned this invasion.”

“Yes, and if Kerlin wasn’t already dead, I would kill him myself,” muttered Yvonne.

Ulric made himself look angry and he shook his head.  “That duty would have been mine, ilKhan!  How dare he endanger the Clan in such a fashion!”  And Garth Radick growled his agreement.

“Not Clan, Ulric,” Yvonne replied, “but all of the Clans of Kerensky.  Why have you returned then, Natasha Kerensky?  Why did you not stay with your trothkin?”

Natasha snorted.  “And serve the corrupt, barbaric House Lords?  ilKhan, they care not for their Warriors; they do not know honor!  They seek only power for themselves, devoting nothing for principle and true leadership!  Until the recall message reached us, I could only do what I was able to slow down the preparations being made; but once the recall was issued, Jaime dared not stand in the way of my return.”  She paused and looked down at the floor.  “He should have shot me out of hand, but he let his emotion instead dictate his actions; he allowed me to return home, ilKhan.”

“And where is his Grand Army of the Inner Sphere concentrated, Natasha Kerensky?” Yvonne asked.

“Tukayyid.  He has assembled more than a hundred of the finest regiments in the Inner Sphere there, my ilKhan—it is a sledgehammer that he will use to crush the Invasion.”

“A hundred regiments!” gasped Zachariah, and the shocked looked on everyone’s face matched that of the Coyote saKhan.

“A hundred regiments, plus WarShips, my Khans.  I need not remind you that the Dragoon’s took six WarShips with us on our Expedition—and we have since learned that ComStar has their own Fleet.  Fifty capital WarShips are assembled there to battle our Fleets.”

No one spoke.  No one drew even a single breath.

And Natasha nodded.  “ComStar retains another fifty WarShips at Terra—with a fully repaired SDS system; not to mention the eight Corps that guards the surface of that world.  They have committed four more Corps—what they now call Armies—to the Grand Army on Tukayyid as part of that one hundred regiments of ‘Mechs.  They have more if you count vehicles and infantry, of course.”

Yvonne sat back in her chair.  “This . . . presents us with some . . . difficulties.”

Ulric snorted at the understatement.  “Indeed, ilKhan Hazen.  We are in the jaws of a trap that has not yet sprung—how to extract ourselves without losing the cream of the Clans fighting toumans will have to be examined carefully.”

The ilKhan nodded.  “Star Colonel Kerensky, you will be debriefed in full . . . and you will be rewarded for your service to the Clans.”

“ilKhan Hazen, there is but one reward that I need or desire.”

“And that is?”

“Command of a Cluster.”

Pavel Kerensky barked out a shocked laugh.  “You were a Cluster commander forty three years ago!  You cannot remain fit for command!”

The Black Widow smiled at Pavel.  “If my qualifications matter, Khan Kerensky, I will fight any Warriors you choose to send against me—and I will defeat them!”

“You would have to defeat four opponents in a Trial of Position to qualify for your rank, Star Colonel!” protested Zachariah.  “Four!  It is almost unheard of.”

Garth Radick shook his head.  “That is the Trial of Position for a sibkin graduating as a Warrior—Star Colonel Kerensky has already proven her ability as a Warrior and won a Bloodname.  She needs only prove that she is capable of serving as a Warrior still.”

“Garth,” Natasha purred with a coquettish smile, “and here I thought you didn’t care.”

The Wolf saKhan blushed and he looked away as Natasha began to laugh.

“Enough,” said Yvonne.  “I will arrange a suitable Trial for Natasha Kerensky—succeed and you will have a command.  Fail and you will die.  Is this truly what you desire?”

“Aff,” she answered.

“Seyla, Warrior.  I give you six days to prepare—six days for six opponents.  Fight well and fight with honor; I shall watch closely.”

“The ilKhan is generous,” Natasha replied.

Ulric cleared his throat.  “ilKhan Hazen,” he began, “in the event that Star Colonel Kerensky successful wins your trial . . . I would request permission to raise a new Cluster and add it to Clan Wolf forces.  All of my current Clusters have a commanding officer.”

Yvonne frowned.  “Do you have enough replacements to form an entirely new Cluster, Khan Kerensky?”

“Aff, ilKhan.  I have enough.”

“Very well, then.  If Star Colonel Kerensky wins her Trial, then Clan Wolf may form a new Cluster to add to its touman for her to command.  Star Colonel, we will start your full debriefing after dinner.”  Yvonne rose, and so did the remaining five people within the small room.  “Until then, I bid you all a good day.”  And she left the room.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 11, 2012, 08:24:51 PM
Six in six, good luck old gal!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 11, 2012, 08:38:48 PM
Here is Natasha's Timber Wolf that will appear in the next snippet.  Her opponents (all from the Ebon Keshik) will consist of six OmniMechs, entering combat one-by-one.  In sequence, they are a Pouncer, an Ice Ferret,  a Nova (50 tons), a Stormcrow (55 tons), a Mad Dog (60 tons), and a Hellbringer (65 tons), all in their Prime configuration.

As a Bloodnamed Warrior, Natasha has been provided with the right to use a custom configuration (shown below).

She must defeat all six to gain a Cluster command in the Invasion . . . if she defeats at least four, she will retain her rank of Star Colonel, but will then be assigned to a staff (non-combat position), or can take a reduction in rank to Star Captain and command a Trinary.

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Mad Cat (Timber Wolf)

Mass: 75 tons
Tech Base: Clan
Chassis Config: Biped Omnimech
Rules Level: Tournament Legal
Era: Succession Wars
Tech Rating/Era Availability: E/X-E-E
Production Year: 2945
Cost: 21,366,406 C-Bills
Battle Value: 1,066

Chassis: Unknown Endo-Steel
Power Plant: Unknown 375 Fusion XL Engine
Walking Speed: 54.0 km/h
Maximum Speed: 86.4 km/h
Jump Jets: Unknown
    Jump Capacity: 0 meters
Armor: Unknown Ferro-Fibrous
Armament:
    27.5 tons of pod space.
Manufacturer: Unknown
    Primary Factory: Unknown
Communications System: Unknown
Targeting and Tracking System: Unknown
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Loadout Name: Natasha                                        Cost: 24,071,797
Tech Rating/Era Availability: F/X-E-E                         BV2: 2,659

Equipment           Type                         Rating                   Mass 
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Heat Sinks:         Double Heat Sink             18(36)                    3.00
    Heat Sink Locations: 1 LA, 2 RA
    CASE Locations: LT, RT                                                 0.00
    Actuators:      L: SH+UA+LA    R: SH+UA+LA

Equipment                                 Location    Heat    Critical    Mass 
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ER Large Laser                               RA        12        1         4.00
ER Large Laser                               LA        12        1         4.00
LRM-20                                       RT        6         4         5.00
    Artemis IV FCS                           RT        -         1         1.00
LRM-20                                       LT        6         4         5.00
    Artemis IV FCS                           LT        -         1         1.00
ER Small Laser                               CT        2         1         0.50
@LRM-20 (Artemis) (12)                       RT        -         2         2.00
@LRM-20 (Artemis) (12)                       LT        -         2         2.00
                                            Free Critical Slots: 8

BattleForce Statistics
MV      S (+0)  M (+2)  L (+4)  E (+6)   Wt.   Ov   Armor:      8    Points: 27
5          6       6       6       0      3     0   Structure:  4
Special Abilities: OMNI, CASE, SRCH, ES, SEAL, SOA, IF 3
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 12, 2012, 02:10:50 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan, Lubeck
Hohenems, Clan Wolf Occupation Zone
September 15, 3043


Yvonne watched closely the faces of the holographic projections of the Khans as they digested the information that her aide told them; an air of unease had settled over the chamber, but there was no panic, no fear, . . . only concern.  That was good, she thought.

“Provided that the information she provided is true,” the ilKhan said in the silent chamber, “we must decide how to continue with the Invasion—on our terms.  Khan Truscott; you wish to address the Khans?”

“I do, ilKhan,” the Adder said with a slight bow.  “She used the terms Corps and Divisions—Army is what she actually claims ComStar uses as its organization—but does she know the exact configuration of these formations?  Are they the equivalent to SLDF Divisions or some new formation?”

Yvonne nodded.  “She left Tukayyid before the ComGuards were scheduled to arrive, so she claims.  She also claims that she was not told exactly how the formations were comprised, but that she did hear Jaime Wolf boast of soon having one hundred regiments to forge into a single weapon.  Khan Djerassi?”

“Has she been interrogated?”

The ilKhan frowned.  “She has been debriefed, Khan Djerassi.  That is what you mean, quiaff?”

“Neg,” Nikolai said as he shook his head.  “I mean full chemical and pain interrogation; has she underwent in-depth questioning.”

The Khans stirred uncomfortably, and Yvonne sternly looked down upon the holographic projection of the Scorpion.  “I need not remind you, Khan Djerassi, she is a Blood-Named Warrior of the Clans—and as such has rights under the Martial Code; one of which is that she cannot be subjected to such measures without absolute, unequivocal proof of her malfeasance.”

“She has been in the employ of a unit that defected from the Clans—that has turned itself from our trothkin in our enemies!  She has served with them for forty-three years; twenty-three of those years with the knowledge that the Dragoon’s were committing treason!  She is no more a Blood-Named Warrior of the Clans than a Dark Caste bandit!”

“She rejoined us of her own free will, Khan Djerassi!” Ulric thundered.  “Alone, she answered the recall orders issued by the ilKhan; and she has brought with her this information—including the location of this so-called Grand Army of the Inner Sphere.”

“I do not deny that, Khan Kerensky,” Nikolai answered, “but can we be certain that she is not playing us all for fools?  Exaggerating their strength to make us hesitant to hit Tukayyid?  Against an honorable, Blood-Named Warrior of these Clans, I would not . . .” his voice trailed off and Nikolai shook his head.  “This would not be my first choice,” he continued in a softer tone.  “But my Khans, we must know the truth of this matter.  She must be subjected to a full interrogation.”

Brandon Howell of the Jaguars nodded his—grudging—agreement.  “The Scorpion speaks the truth—the Dragoon’s have betrayed us; we must confirm the veracity of her statements.”

“And set aside the rights which all Warriors of Kerensky are granted under the Martial Code?” questioned Mark Steiner of the Cobras.  “My Khans, there is always a chance that a Warrior—even a Blood-Named Warrior—will become corrupt and betray the Way of the Clans, the Path that Nicolas Kerensky set us to walk down.  But we cannot, we must not, automatically presume that every Warrior is corrupt and honorless until his chemical interrogation proves otherwise.  We are brothers and sisters—trothkin—bound together by honor and unified in our adherence to the Martial Codes we live by.  We cannot, we must not, set aside these ties that bind so lightly.”

“She is just one Warrior, Khan Steiner,” protested Olivia Sutherland.

Marius West shook his head.  “If we sacrifice our rights as Warriors for the sake of security this time, there will be other cases where we feel the necessity to do the same; and then there will be precendent for such actions and removal of our rights—and soon enough we will no longer have those rights.”

“In any case,” Ulric interjected, “she is a Blood-Named Warrior, and has the right to call a Trial of Refusal—will you face her Khan Djerassi?”

“If I must,” Nikolai answered.  “She should be questioned thoroughly.”

“No, Khan Djerassi,” the ilKhan replied as she shook her head.  “Not without more proof will I—as ilKhan—disregard the Martial Code in such a manner.  She will not be subjected to chemical interrogation.  You have the right to challenge my decision if you wish.”

Nikolai stared at the ilKhan for several moments, but at least his shoulders slumped and he answered.  “Neg.”

Yvonne nodded.  “In any case, this information shows that we face a far larger challenge than we anticipated—and that Silver Sable II was not the source of the Inner Sphere’s knowledge of the Clans.  Options?”

No one spoke for a few moments, but at last Perigard Zalman, the new Khan of the Steel Vipers stepped forward.  “Moving against Tukayyid now, with the full force of the Clans is one option—but it will leave our new territories virtually defenseless against the House forces of Steiner-Davion and Kurita.  We would need" and he paused as he mentally compared the numbers reported against the Clan's strength, "twenty-four Galaxies at a minimum to guarantee a victory on Tukayyid—if Natasha Kerensky’s reported numbers are true; my Khans, that is half of our entire strength in the Inner Sphere.”

Marion sighed.  “Until we bleed out these House units that the Dragoon claims are waiting for us to launch Waves III and IV, we cannot leave our enclaves open to a counterattack—but by bleeding them, we bleed ourselves, and give Wolf’s Grand Army a chance to take the initiative and defeat us in detail.  There is an ancient term for the trap in which we find ourselves, it is a Catch-22.  My Khans, we need more Warriors.”

“And yet we cannot stand on the defensive and surrender the initiative,” Jake Fletcher added.  “That just allows them more time to choose when and where to hit us—at least we know that they have not the slightest idea of where the Homeworlds are.”

“If we believe Natasha Kerensky,” muttered Nikolai.  He shook his head and continued in a louder voice.  “I am worried about the state of the defenses in Chainelaine as well—Wolf will not pass up such an inviting target . . . if he is aware of how we are converting the Isles into our depot of supply.  And the House Lords would risk much to gain examples of our technology from our working factories there.”

“It is a risk we must take unless we weaken our strength on the front lines, Khan Djerassi,” stated Timur Malthus.  “What would you suggest we do?”

“Each Clan must bring forward a second-line Galaxy—or even a front-line Galaxy—immediately and garrison our holdings in the Isles as though it were our capital enclaves in the Homeworlds!”

“So basically, we copy what you and the Bears are already doing?” asked Peter McKenna with a wry grin. 

Amanda bared her teeth at the Raven Khan and nodded.  “I would note that the Ravens already have a Naval Star built around CSRS James McKenna to guard their factories—and rather more troops on the surface than many here present, a full Cluster of front-line troops, two more of second-line, and a Provisional Garrison Galaxy.”

Peter gave the Bear a half-bow, acknowledging her point.

“We should proceed with Wave III—and show these dezgra barbarians that their defensive measures will not stop the Clans!” Norman Rood bellowed.  “The Hellions are to be unleashed—let them quake with fear!”

“As much as I hate to admit agreement with the Hellions,” Elias Crichell said, “we really have no choice but to proceed ahead expecting traps and trickery . . . although I think we can all agree that a reasonable delay; say perhaps two or three weeks, might be in order to ensure that our toumans are restored to full combat strength.”

“Push back the starting date of Wave III to November 1st, then?” mused Sarah Weaver, the newly promoted saKhan of the Jaguars.  She nodded.  “The Jaguars could agree to that—provided that no Clan decides to start earlier, that is.”  Brandon Howell nodded his agreement as well.

“And I believe that we will ensure that there is sufficient force present on all of our target worlds that no matter what their defenses are in place, we shall emerge victorious,” said Yvonne.   â€œI would ask all of the Khans to therefore assault a single world at a time, so that we cannot be caught by surprise by . . . unforeseen hidden forces again.”

Brandon Howell winced, knowing that even though she didn’t name the Jaguars, they had certainly been caught unawares and suffered for it.  But he nodded.  “Aff, my ilKhan.”

One by one, each of the Khans signified their agreement. 

“Very well then.  I understand that every Clan has activated a Galaxy which in en route to join us.  I would advise the Khans to consider well the words of the Scorpion—and to see to the defenses of your enclaves in the Isles, even if that means bringing forward yet another Galaxy.  I am well aware that we will not have these reinforcements in place until next March or April, but at least they will be on the move.  I expect every Khan’s revised invasion schedule on my desk by no later than the 30th of this month.  We are adjourned.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 12, 2012, 05:48:14 PM
Here are the Clan Garrisons for Chainelaine, since we are rapidly approaching that part of the story.

Clan Garrison Forces (Chainelaine Isles)

Chaine Cluster (7) (Steel Viper)
5th Viper Regulars (Veteran)* (also responsible for garrisoning Blackstone, Last Chance, and Palcida)
Viper PGCs:  3 (also reponsible for garrisoning Blackstone, Last Chance, and Palcida)

Far Reach (Ice Hellion)
52nd Hector Cavaliers (Regular)*
Hellion PGCs:  2

Fredotto (Blood Spirit/Fire Mandrill/Nova Cat)
Spirit 441st Crimson Guards (Veteran)*
Spirit PGCs:  2

Mandrill 12th Support Cluster (The Keystone Cluster) (Regular)*
Mandrill PGCs:  5 (also responsible for garrisoning Elissa, Ferris, and Nyserta)

Cat 4th Nova Cat Regulars (Veteran)*
Cat PGCs:  2

Haublan (Diamond Shark)
Shark Delta Galaxy (Snapping Jaws)
Shark 8th Assault Cluster (Rogue Hunter) (Elite)
Shark 28th Cruiser Cluster (Strum Wache) (Regular)
Shark 21st Strike Cluster (The Merfolk) (Veteran)
Shark PGCs:  4

Aegis-class Cruiser (Blood Lust)

Idrmach (Smoke Jaguar)
Jaguar 17th Jaguar Regulars (The Ghost and the Darkness) (Veteran)*
Jaguar PGCs:  4 (also responsible for garrisoning Manaringaine, Porthos, and Santander V)

Ingvolstand (Coyote/Wolf)
Coyote 403rd Battle Cluster (The Legionnaires) (Veteran)*
Coyote 246th Strike Cluster (The Coyote Irregulars) (Veteran)*
Coyote PGCs:  3

Wolf The Steel Keshik (Veteran)*
Wolf 8th Wolf Regulars (Stalking Death) (Veteran)*
Wolf 15th Wolf Regulars (The Inquisitors) (Veteran)*
Wolf PGCs:  7 (also responsible for garrisoning Butte Hold, Oberon VI, and Sigurd)

Paran (Hell’s Horses/Snow Raven)
Horses 61st BattleMech Cluster (Fire and Brimstone) (Veteran)*
Horses 51st Mechanized Cavalry (The Nightrider Cluster) (Veteran)*
Horses PGCs:  4 (also responsible for garrisoning Erewhon, Gotterdamarung, and Lackhove)

Raven 97th Raven Striker Cluster (The Soaring Ravens) (Veteran)
Raven 4th Raven Regulars (Veteran)*
Raven 6th Raven Regulars (Veteran)*
Raven PGCs:  5

Swift Wing Naval Star   
McKenna-class BB (James McKenna); Conqueror-class BC (Ark Royal); Congress-class FF (Magpie); Lola III-class DD (Bloody Talon); Whirlwind-class DD (Drake)

Rondane (Ghost Bear/Goliath Scorpion)
Scorpion Delta Galaxy (Swift Strikers)
Scorpion 20th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Scorpion Ascendant) (Veteran)
Scorpion 26th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Dark Sting) (Veteran)
Scorpion 7th Scorpion Dragoons (The Din of Battle) (Veteran)
Scorpion 22nd Scorpion Hussars (Eye of the Storm) (Veteran)

Scorpion Epsilon Galaxy (Nightcrawlers) (en route)
Scorpion 18th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Khan's Castle) (Veteran) (en route)
Scorpion 28th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Death Stalkers) (Veteran) (en route)
Scorpion 10th Scorpion Dragoons (Poisoned Gambit) (Veteran) (en route)
Scorpion 19th Scorpion Hussars (Untamed Will) (Veteran) (en route)

Scorpion PGCs:  4

Striking Claw Naval Star
McKenna-class BB (Requiem); Aegis-class CA (Corona Borealis); Congress-class FF (Garlon); Lola III-class (Sagitta)

Bear Omega Galaxy (The Raging Bears)
Bear Tseng's Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary)
Bear 357th Assault Cluster (The Cave Bears) (Veteran))
Bear 10th Bear Cuirassier (Tundra Roughriders) (Veteran)
Bear 115th Striker cluster (The Rolling Wave) (Elite)
Bear 139th Striker Cluster (The Sphere Hunters) (Veteran)

Bear Zeta Galaxy (The Claws of the Ghost) (en route)
Bear The Claw Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (en route)
Bear 20th Battle Cluster (Polar Bears) (Elite) (en route)
Bear 300th Battle Cluster (Roaring Phoenix) (Veteran) (en route)
Bear 1st Bear Regulars (Tip of the Spear) (Veteran) (en route)
Bear 2nd Bear Regulars (Ivory Claws) (Veteran) (en route)

Bear PGCs:  4

Note:  The Scorpions and the Bears evacuated the populations of Crellacor, Gustrell, and Star's End and do not maintain a permanent garrison

Syrstart (Cloud Cobra/Star Adder)
Cobra 116th Dragoon Cluster (Last Stand) (Veteran)
Cobra PGCs:  2

Adder 97th Adder Sentinels (Veteran)*
Adder 235th Adder Sentinels (Elite)*
Adder 522nd Adder Sentinels (Elite)*
Adder PGCs:  6 (also responsible for garrisoning Drask's Den, Paulus Prime, and The Rock)

Vannes (Jade Falcon)
Falcon Zeta Galaxy
3rd Battle Cluster (The Falcon's Honor) (Elite)
53rd Battle Cluster (The Cat Snatchers) (Veteran)
2nd Falcon Dragoons (The Lightnings) (Veteran)
5th Falcon Regulars (Eden's Hope) (Veteran)
3rd Falcon Velites (The Swift Wings) (Veteran)
Falcon PGCs:  4 (also responsible for garrisoning Botany Bay and von Strang's World)

Emerald Talon Naval Star
Nightlord-class BB (Emerald Talon); Liberator-class Cruiser (Gauntlet); Aegis-class Cruiser (Jade Talon); Vincent-class Corvette (Lightning Strike)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 13, 2012, 01:13:55 AM
Hmm Fun  I do agree with the Scorpions Interrogate her harshly
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 14, 2012, 09:13:10 PM
Eisenhugel Preserve
Hohenems, Clan Wolf Occupation Zone
September 19, 3043


Warrior Janos kept his eyes squarely on his sensory equipment as he slowly walked his Pouncer OmniMech through the rugged countryside.  That antiquated traitor had ‘negotiated’ with the ilKhan to make this Trial more ‘realistic’ and less an arena competition . . . in her words.  And the ilKhan had agreed.  She had designated this 50 kilometer by 50 kilometer section of thick forests and rugged hills and narrow waterways as the Trial Grounds . . . and Natasha Kerensky was playing for keeps.

The former Wolf and former Dragoon was somewhere in the dense forests—and the native iron ores contained within the ridgelines and hillocks was playing havoc with Janos’ sensor systems.  He broke into a clearing and snarled as he still could not register her OmniMech on his radar, his magnetic anomaly detector (which was going haywire from all of the false contact reports generated by the ore), or the seismic sensors.  He did take a moment to appreciate the rainbow formed by the waterfall that plunged fifteen meters from the bluff above into a wide, shallow pool, before the tributary it spawned split off to flow downslope towards the distant sea.

A sensor scan revealed nothing and turned away to make yet another pass through the foliage.  And at that moment, alarms began to scream in his cockpit—and Janos blanched.

A 75-ton Timber Wolf emerged from the cavern hidden behind the waterfall, and the war-machine was facing him square towards his exposed back.  Janos stood on his jump jet pedals, but he was too late as one golden beam and then a second burnt through his weak rear armor and caution alerts began to beep and hoot and flash in the cockpit—and then forty louvered panels covering the missile cells on the Timber Wolf’s twin launchers flashed open and thirty-six guided rockets slammed into the holes punched through his woefully inadequate rear armor.

His systems died as the engine went into emergency shutdown, and Janos gritted his teeth as the unstable Pouncer—with no power, no hydraulics, and no longer any stabilizing gyroscope—twisted and teetered and fell to the ground with an impact that left his molars aching.  And then that flat-black painted Timber Wolf with the crimson hour-glass symbol of Clan Widowmaker on its nose passed him by.

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The Ice Ferret sped through the thick woods towards the last reported location of the Pouncer . . . Warrior Helena at the controls.  She weaved expertly through the trees and then she broke past the undergrowth and the old growth timber and detected her opponent waiting for her atop a ridge.  She raised his right arm PPC and fired a bolt, but the Timber Wolf twisted away as it back into a hull down position—and it flushed its missile racks in reply before sending two beams of coherent light tearing into the armor of her medium-weight OmniMech. 

Helena fought to retain her feet and she pressed the throttle forward, closing the range to bring her other weapons into play . . . but her opponent kept backing down the reverse slope and she lost contact!

She cursed the ore which prevented an accurate MAD-scan, but the vibration sensors showed that the Timber Wolf had picked up the pace.  She was running!  Natasha Kerensky was running.   Helena howled as she slammed the throttle to the stops and soared over the ridge . . . only to see the dense forest a few hundred meters in front of her; she didn’t stop, however, she kept going in pursuit until her threat sensors detected the massive missile launcher from behind her!

Helena twisted the Ice Ferret, and her face reddened as the rear camera showed Natasha’s OmniMech running in place beneath an outcropping of rock—she didn’t have time to curse as forty missiles slammed into her, and then two powerful lasers severed her right arm . . . and her main weapon.  The young Warrior completed her turn and she charged back into towards the heavy OmniMech, but Natasha didn’t move; she stood perfectly still and only adjusted the angle of her pod mounted lasers, which streaked out and clipped the Ice Ferret’s right thigh.   Helena triggered her last two weapons, but the two small Short-Range Missiles failed to lock, and the single ER Small Laser just burnt a shallow gouge across the Timber Wolf’s thick nose.

The hip of her ‘Mech destroyed, Helena slammed into the ground, despite all that she tried to keep it standing, and Natasha Kerensky lowered her weapon pods a fraction and fired again and again and again, until the medium-weight machine simply shut down from the accumulated damage.

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Karl sneered at other two Warriors who had failed to stop this old decrepit dezgra surat who had defeated them.  Surely she would not fare as well against his Nova.  He had spotted her OmniMech during his drop, standing in open ground and waiting for him—approaching her would offer him no cover, no concealment, and he would be vulnerable to her weapons until he closed the range.  But she had to have to taken damage from the previous fights.  And once he closed, nothing could stand against the combined force of his onboard armament . . . NOTHING!

He cleared the last ridge soaring over on his jump jets—and he reeled as twin beams of golden light tore into his right arm!  How had she seen him approach?  But that question went unanswered and Karl swore as he realized that she had severed his right arm, along with half his guns!  He charged down the slope as she just stood there and then the missile racks blossomed with fire and dozens of explosions tore across the Nova’s forward face—two even spider webbed the cockpit canopy, but didn’t manage to penetrate.  Then she fired the lasers again—and this time his left arm took both hits, which left him without any guns.  Karl came to a stop and he simply stared at his opponent . . . she didn’t have a targeting computer, she couldn’t have aimed those shots!  It simply wasn’t possible!  And yet . . . she had.

“Eject,” an amused voice came over the radio.

“You have won, go and do not add to my shame,” Karl answered, and she laughed.  She laughed.

“You’re all a bunch of fools, Warriors.  There are no lethal weapons, only lethal people.  True-born, free-birth, young, old, it makes no difference, if you are one of those lethal people.”  Her lasers reached out again and tore into his chest, and then a second time, and the Nova crashed into the ground.  “The fight is not finished as long a real Warrior has breath in her body—this is not Trial, boy, this is War.”

And the Black Widow moved off.

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The Stormcrow was Natasha’s toughest fight, and the two circled each other as the Black Widow held the range as much as she could, while the Warrior fighting her tried to close.  Lasers and missiles criss-crossed the battlefield, and the Timber Wolf’s armor had been weakened—but the lighter Stormcrow simply could not take the pounding of missile flight after missile flight, and the blazing icepicks of armor-ripping death her Large Lasers represented.

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Star Commander Heinrich Mattlov felt as if the Black Widow was leading him into a trap; he slowed the pace of his Mad Dog and he consulted his map.  Her transponder was on and flashing; she was ahead of him and stationary—but she had also destroyed the OmniMechs of his Star mates rather handily.  He moved cautiously and through the thick woods he could see here standing there, just waiting for him.

His radio crackled.  “Are true-borns admitted to the Ebon Keshik this cowardly today?  Fifty years ago when I received my Bloodname, at least they had balls.”

Heinrich roared and he threw caution to the winds and charged forward, his large pulse lasers spitting fire and his missile launchers roaring—but the Black Widow was moving sideways and her lasers were returning fire . . . only the lasers.  One hit each of the legs of Heinrich’s Mad Dog, and he snarled as half of his own missiles went true, along with one of large pulse lasers at extreme range.  My legs have more armor than that, he thought!

That was when he charged straight into the field of FASCAM mines Natasha had laid with her final missile salvoes.  Explosions ripped into his OmniMech’s feet and ankles and shins and knees—and the Star Commander felt the shuddering crack as the skeletal structure broke in two, and the ‘Mech fell.  But he did not eject, he held down the trigger and sent another missile flight flying, even as his cockpit landed atop another mine.

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Star Captain Edward Banacek laughed as he sent first one and then the second ER PPC bolt home against the Warrior before him.  He was bathed in sweat due to the sweltering heat the weapons produced, but he maneuvered his Hellbringer through the woods expertly.  The Timber Wolf facing him was heavier, but Kerensky had depleted her missile ammunition and suffered damage at the hands of the prior Warriors to face her.  She had no chance, not in this fight against a pristine—if non-upgraded Hellbringer Prime.  Her lasers lanced out, tearing through Banacek’s thin armor, but in answer he fired one of his PPCs and a flight of LRMs; lowering the heat burden on his machine—and seven of those missiles and the PPC bolt landed on her left arm and tore away half of her remaining firepower.

“Surrender, Star Colonel Kerensky,” he transmitted.  “You have defeated five—but you shall not defeat me.”

“I don’t give in that easily, Star Captain,” she answered as she charged forward, her Timber Wolf tearing through the underbrush and she fired her last remaining weapon, connecting squarely against the chest of the Hellbringer.  Banacek returned fire, once again with twin ER PPC bolts lancing out and tearing away her last weapon system.  He smiled . . . she was done for.  His armor had been thinned, but she had not even penetrated anywhere on his front, although the little remaining was barely more than foil.

But Natasha didn’t seem to realize she had lost, and Banacek paled as she kept charging forward, transforming into a 75-ton battering ram moving at 86.4 kilometers per hour!  The Star Captain hit the override and he salvoed every weapon he had, tearing into the rugged OmniMech bearing down on him—he didn’t even take the time for a target lock; he just judged her rate of closure and opened up with all of his weapons.

Sirens screamed and Banacek gasped against the heat spike as his OmniMech went into automatic shutdown, but Natasha didn’t slow, despite the missiles and PPC bolts and lasers and machine-guns ripping away chucks of armor from her Timber Wolf's frame.

And then she slammed into Banacek’s Hellbringer, and the lighter war-machine crumpled, knocked over and trod on by the heavy round feet of Kerensky's Timber Wolf; it’s thin armor already weakened was torn asunder, internal components were ripped apart and shattered beneath the weight bearing down atop of them, and emergency lights began to flash showing weapons and engines and gyros and a dozen other systems disabled.  Banacek winced as the 65-ton heavy OmniMech slammed into the ground on its back, battered and broken, and defeated.  And then his radio—operating on battery power—crackled one last time.

“The fight’s not over until the widow-lady sings.  Na-na-na-na.  Na-na-na-na.  Hey hey-ey, goodbye.  And now, your fight is over,” she laughed.  “Six for six; you know, in the old days, they would’ve given me a Galaxy!"
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 15, 2012, 08:52:38 AM
Oy Vey Ice Hellions would have done a better job than those dezgra surats she fought
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 15, 2012, 01:31:34 PM
Clan Wolf Field Headquarters, Lubeck
Hohenems, Clan Wolf Occupation Zone
September 22, 3043


Ulric Kerensky grinned broadly as Yvonne officially acknowledged the results of Natasha Kerensky’s Trial, and confirmed her rank as Star Colonel—and a Cluster commander in the Clan Wolf Invasion force.

“You have assembled a command for her Khan Kerensky, quiaff?” asked Yvonne.

“Aff.  The 13th Wolf Guards are even now forming up from replacements we have available—the Cluster will be attached to Alpha Galaxy.”

Yvonne nodded and she turned to the Black Widow and shook her head.  “I wish you would reconsider, Star Colonel Kerensky . . . the Ebon Keshik could use someone of your skills as its commanding officer.”

“I was decanted a Wolf, ilKhan, and I intend to die a Wolf,” Natasha answered.  And then she snorted.  “Besides, I believe that my presence—and my lack of patience for certain customs and traditions that do not serve the Clans any longer—in your Keshik would give some of the other Khans reasons to oppose your leadership.”  She laughed.  “Of course, the thought of Norman Rood, Andrew McFadden, or Perigard Zalman suffering a stroke is quite attractive.  But I fear I must decline your offer.”

Yvonne nodded.  “That is your right, Star Colonel Kerensky.  Will you be ready for operations come November 1?”

“Aff, ilKhan.  Khan Kerensky has already informed me that my 13th Wolf Guards will lead the assault on Tamar.”

“Hopefully with the remainder of the Wolf Alpha Galaxy at your back,” Yvonne said dryly.  “Those defenses will not succumb to a single Cluster.”

Ulric snorted.  “Tamar will be taken by Alpha and Beta Galaxies, with Gamma in reserve—fully supported by the Coyote Alpha Galaxy as well.  I will take no chances at my first attempt to capture a theatre capital.”

“Very well, then.  You have my congratulations once again, Natasha Kerensky—welcome back to the fold of the Clans of your namesake,” the ilKhan finished.  “And now, I must depart Hohenems and see to the Vipers.  Your hospitality to the ilKhan has been flawless, Khan Kerensky; good day.”

“Good day,” Ulric and Natasha answered as the ilKhan left their presence en route to her DropShip.

Ulric sat back down in his chair and he motioned for Natasha to pull up a seat.  “And now that we are finally alone, Natasha . . . what the hell is Jaime Wolf up to?  And why did you really come back?”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 15, 2012, 02:53:25 PM
Chapter Six

“There are some who ask why we of the Federated Suns are spending our treasure and blood to protect Steiner, Magnusson, and Kurita worlds.  There are some who would see our traditional opponents in the Draconis Combine go down to bitter defeat.  My people, such a vision is short-sighted, for the Clans of Kerensky pose a threat that the House of Kurita could never match.  They threaten not only our sovereignty, but our very way of life; to a degree that the Combine has never threatened us.  If House Kurita and House Steiner falls, then it is only a matter of time before the Sun sets across our Federation.”

“We grieve for those brave men and women who have given their last full measure of devotion, not just for the Federated Suns, but for all of mankind.  Their sacrifice cannot, and must not, have been made in vain.  Upon this High Holy Day, when we celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace, I would ask all those in my realm to remember that there are families among us who mourn the loss of their fathers, their mothers, their sisters brothers, their children . . . reach out to them and let them know that their loved ones died as heroes who stood and fought for a cause in which they believed.”

“I cannot promise you that the coming year will bring any respite from the fighting along the Clan front, but I can promise you that if we stand united against this threat, we will triumph in the end.  And on that day of our victory, when the guns fall silent and peace settles across our common borders, then will the supreme sacrifice our sons and daughters have made be redeemed.  This year, I do not send you my thoughts for a Merry Christmas, for our sorrows consume much of our thoughts.  Instead, I ask that you share with me a moment of silence and a prayer for the families of those who have laid downs their lives in defense of your liberties.”

—Hanse Davion, in his Christmas Address, New Avalon, Federated Suns, 3043


Chainelaine Expeditionary Force,
Chainelaine Isles
October 26, 3043


With only scanty intelligence on the Clan defenses in Chainelaine, General Winson and Marshal Davion decided to rely upon speed and surprise to disrupt the Clan defenses.  Each system would be hit simultaneously by two Regiments of the Chainelaine Expeditionary Force; their mission to destroy factories and supply depots . . . and to steal as much Clan technology as possible.  By striking everywhere at once, they hoped that no one Clan could call upon the others for help.

Their decision was endorsed by Jaime Wolf, who believed that there would be few defenders in the Isles . . . and for the most part, their decision was the correct one, but one that would come with hellacious casualties.

In the Chaine Cluster, the handful of Viper defenders were quickly overcome by the 4th Deneb Light Cavalry and the Legion of the Rising Sun; on Far Reach, the 3rd Regiment of the 12th Star Guards and the 2nd Ceti Hussars fought through the Hellion defenders to sack the factory complexes.  All four of the regiments assigned to these attacks managed to withdraw in good order, leaving burning factories and broken formations in their wake—and with hundreds of tons of stolen goods in their possession.

Fredotto was a surprise in that three Clans shared that world, but the 10th Deneb Light Cavalry and Grey Death Legion managed to bull through the Fire Mandrill defenders of one enclave . . . and then redeploy against the Blood Spirits to strike a second target.  The ferocious defense of these facilities by the Mandrills and Spirits, however, had weakened the attackers to the point where Colonel Carlyle decided against hitting the Nova Cats; he managed to withdraw in good order, wrecking two factory complexes, but both of the regiments under his command lost around a third of their number.

Idrmach was hit by the 1st Regiment of the 12th Star Guard and the 8th Deneb Light Cavalry.  The single Smoke Jaguar second-line Cluster assigned to defend the factories was caught off-guard and quickly forced to retreat, but the free-birth Warriors of the 232nd Provisional Garrison Cluster refused to budge; they fought a vicious battle amid the burning factories, until the shame of seeing the PGC put up such a gallant fight brought the 17th Jaguar Regulars back in a blistering counter-offensive.  Both Inner Sphere Regiments were forced to withdraw with heavy casualties, and the Jaguar factories—though damaged—remained operational.

Ingvolstand was a most unpleasant surprise for the 1st and 2nd Screaming Eagles.  While their drop was unopposed, they faced four Clusters of Coyotes and Wolfs . . . but luckily, the two were situated on separate continents.  The mercenaries managed to defeat the Coyote defenders and smashed their factories flat—but in the process suffered the loss of nearly half their number.  The survivors withdrew instead of hitting the Wolf factories, saving themselves for future operations.

Syrstart, defended by one Cluster of Cobras and three of Adders was next:  and here the 21st Striker and 71st Light Horse of the Eridani hit.  Led by General Winson, she dropped her command atop of the Cobras and quickly managed to defeat them and wreak havoc amongst the factories.  She attempted to move on and assault the Adders, but found herself outnumbered and outgunned—and two of the second-line Adder Sentinel Clusters facing her were elite.  Discretion being the better part of valor, she then withdrew to her waiting DropShips and left the system, bearing much salvaged loot in the empty 'Mech and fighter bays.

The 12th Deneb Light Cavalry and the 7th Regiment of the 12th Star Guards hit Haublan—and ran straight into the gaping maw of a Diamond Shark front-line Galaxy.  In a similar fashion, the 1st Ceti Hussars and 15th Deneb Light Cavalry dropped into the waiting talons of the Falcon’s Zeta Galaxy (another front-line unit) on Vannes.  Not one member of the four Regiments survived to escape off world.

The 3rd Ceti Hussars and 5th Deneb Light Cavalry Regiments jumped into Paran—only to see the bulk of a McKenna-class battleship and her escorts in orbit.  Throwing all of their aerospace fighter assets against the Snow Raven ships, the two Regiments tried to quick-charge their drives and escape—one Invader-class ship suffered a KF drive failure, stranding the 2nd Battalion of the 5th Deneb, but the rest withdrew sans their fighters and assault ships.  The 2nd of the 5th bargained for a combat drop onto the surface, using Jaime Wolf's shared knowledge of Clan customs where they faced off against a single Cluster of Horses.  The few survivors were quickly taken as bondsmen.

And then there was Rondane . . .
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 15, 2012, 03:17:29 PM
Where these Dezgra Surats spawns of evil entered the valley of death and were completely burned battered shattered and then eliminated. Hail the Goliath Scorpions
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 15, 2012, 05:49:58 PM
Scorpion Delta Galaxy Field Headquarters, Bodo
Rondane, Chainelaine Isles, Clan Goliath Scorpion Enclave
October 26, 3043


Star Colonel Nelson Elam shook his head in disbelief.  “What do you mean we are not responding to this attack?” he thundered at last.

“Watch you tone, Star Colonel Elam,” spat Galaxy Commander Ronald Madsen and commander of the 7th Scorpion Dragoons.  “The Khan might have given you command of the 20th Cuirassier, but you are still the Warrior who lost our Trial against the Wolves!  We are not responding to these landings—they are in the Bear enclave, in case you have not noticed!”

Nelson stood straight and he looked sideways at the commanding officers of the 26th Cuirassier and 22nd Hussars (Star Colonels Denise Pakhalina and Jean Brinker, respectively), but neither met his gaze.  Finally, he turned back around to look Madsen squarely in the eyes.  “The Raging Bears jumped out yesterday!  They have nothing defending those factories except for a handful of garrison troops, Galaxy Commander—not until their Claw Galaxy arrives next week; we have to go to their aid!”

“Star Colonel Elam!  Delta Galaxy has been charged with the defense of Scorpion holdings on Rondane; not that of the Bears.  And once Epsilon arrives, we too shall depart this miserable, primitive, cold, wet world.  If the Bears suffer, then they will suffer—but I will not risk a single Scorpion Warriors life to defend another Clan!  There will be no more discussion of this, quiaff?”

“NEG!” shouted Nelson.  “Are you truly that much of an imbecile, Galaxy Commander?  Have you lost sight of what the Khan is trying to accomplish here?  Do you fail to realize what this utter betrayal of our ally will cost us in the Invasion to come?”

“You are bordering on facing me in a Circle of Equals, Elam,” Madsen growled.  “Return to your Cluster and prepare your Warriors to defend our factories here!”

“Neg.  The 20th will board ship and we will drop on the Bear complex to aid our ally—that is what our Khan, whose aide I have been since this Invasion began, wants and expects!”

Ronald Madsen drew himself up to his full six foot four inches in height and he glowered down on Nelson.  “You are relived and under arrest, Star Colonel—I will deal with you after the Swift Strikers repulse this attack on Scorpion holdings within our enclave.”

“I demand a Trial of Refusal, Galaxy Commander.”

“Denied—this is a combat operation.”

“In that case, I demand a Trial of Grievance.”

“Denied!  Now leave, or I will have you removed!”

“Then you leave me with no choice, Galaxy Commander,” Nelson whispered as he drew his sidearm and fired a single round through Madsen’s left eye.  “I find you guilty of treason against the Scorpion—and of utter incompetence that cannot be allowed in this Clan’s ranking officers,” he said to the corpse.  “I am assuming immediate command of the Swift Strikers,” he said to the two shocked Scorpions standing before him.  “Your Clusters will board ship immediately to intercept these free-birth attackers, or you will join Ronald Madsen in death.  The decision is yours.”


Command Trinary, 20th Scorpion Cuirassier Cluster
Rondane, Chainelaine Isles, Clan Ghost Bear Enclave
October 26, 3043


“We are taking heavy casualties, Ascendant Actual,” the voice of the beleaguered Bear Garrison commander came over the radio.  “These free-birth are very good—and they are tenacious.  We cannot hold much longer,” he admitted.

“Swift Strikers are inbound your position, ETA three minutes to contact—Khan Djerassi promised that the Scorpions would defend the Bears by sting or claw; today we fufill that promise.”  Nelson switched frequencies.  “Swift Strikers!  Strike hard, strike fast, and strike true!  May victory be given to the righteous and the just!”

“SEYLA!” the voices of more than eight hundred Scorpions answered Nelson as he topped the final ridge and immediately came under attack.

"Half a league, half a league, half a league onward; all in the valley of Death rode the eight hundred; 'forward the Strike Brigade, charge for the guns' he said; into the Valley of Death rode the eight hundred," Nelson recited over his open transmitter as he fired his Gauss Rifle and ER PPC into a Federated Sun's Quickdraw that approached him.

He pressed on, shifting his weapons to an Eridani target.  "'Forward the Strike Brigade!' Was there a man dismay'd?  Not tho' the soldier knew some one had blunder'd:  theirs not to make reply, theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do & die, into the Valley of Death rode the eight hundred!"

Nelson's heavy Summoner II staggered as four Light Horsemen poured their fire into his frame, melting away armor, but he twisted and pivoted and smashed one into bloody ruin with his Gauss Rifle; the second with the massed banks of ER Small Lasers lining his torsos.  His trothkin dealt with the third and the fourth.

"Cannon to the right of them, cannon to the left of them, cannon in front of them volley'd & thunder'd; storm'd at with shot & shell, boldy they rode & well, into the jaws of Death, into the mouth of Hell, rode the eight hundred."

His voice rose as he pressed on forward and in his wake came the eight hundred Scorpions, and faced with the shock of that sudden and swift attack on their flank, the Federated Suns Armored Cavalry reeled back; the Light Horsemen of the Eridani's 151st shuddered and shivered and pulled away from their lines where they were still fighting the few remaining Bear vehicles and infantry.

"Flash'd all their sabres bare, flash'd as they turn'd in air, sabring the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wonder'd; plunged into the battery-smoke right thro' the line they broke; FedSun & Light Horse reel'd from the sabre-strike, shatter'd & sunder'd.  Then they rode back, but not, not the eight hundred!"

"NOT THE EIGHT HUNDRED!" shouted scores of voices across the radio, and the wave of Scorpion 'Mechs and Elementals, and the Aerospace and OmniFighters overhead slammed into the vastly outnumbered opponents in the Valley below.

"When can their glory fade?"

"NEVER!"

"O the wild charge they made!  All the world wonder'd.  Honour the charge they made!  Honour the Strike Brigade!  O Noble eight hundred!"

Nelson finished as he fired another Gauss Slug into a Griffin painted in the colors of the House of Davion; its hip shattered, the medium 'Mech slammed down to the ground.

"Surrender, or your troops will live no more than the men that Tennyson once wrote about all those centuries ago," Nelson said as he lowered his ER PPC to point directly at Stephen Davion's cockpit.  "Whether they live as bondsmen, or die in vain, that is now your choice.  Make that choice, and make it now."
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 15, 2012, 10:37:38 PM
CGSS Serket, High Orbit
Rasalhague, Clan Ghost Bear Occupation Zone
October 28, 3043


“I do not know what are going to do with Nelson,” Nikolai said as he and Randall waited for the HPG connection to be made.  “I did not send him out there to shoot down Ronald Madsen!”

Randal Posavatz shook his head with a grin on his face as the Khan of the Goliath Scorpions’ newest aide cleared his throat.  “You should promote him to Galaxy Commander, my Khan,” Jason Scott said.  “He served you—and the Clan—well on Rondane.”

“Remind me why I appointed him as my aide, Randall?”

“Something about you needed someone to keep telling you that you are only mortal and can make mistakes just like everyone else.”

“Yes, now I remember,” Nikolai said sourly.  “Star Captain Scott, he killed Galaxy Commander Madsen in cold blood without a Trial—I cannot reward him!”

“Of course you can, my Khan,” Jason answered.  “Remember how Mikhail Kirov became Khan?  Gregor Lunde was a threat to our Clan’s continued survival—and so was Ronald Madsen.  And I have heard certain . . . rumors concerning you and Angela Tazegul.  Rumors of events within the Temple of the Nine Muses before her death during your Trial.”

Nikolai frowned, but his saKhan only burst out laughing.  “He is right, Nikolai.  Nelson Elam saved our relations with the Bears and right now the rumors that I am hearing from Rondane seem to indicate that he may well be elected to Galaxy Commander if you do not put forward a candidate soon.”

“And the other Khans will take my rewarding him as proof that we are edging away from the True Clan Way.”

“My Khan, they already believe that,” commented Jason.  “We Scorpions are seen as different—because we are.  We learn philosophy and history and literature and we ask questions that no proper Warrior of the Clans of Kerensky should ask.  We take a pragmatic view on things—such as the interrogation of a Warrior who has long been apart from the Clans and may be a spy for our enemies.  The other Khans need no additional reason to dislike us . . . but at this moment, when it was your warnings those Khans disregarded about their own defenses in Chainelaine, they cannot touch you in the kurultai without appearing as hypocrites of the highest order.  And do not forget, you have your own backers, especially Khan Tseng who owes her factories and supply depots continued existence to you and the actions of Star Colonel Elam.”

Jason grinned.  “And should the worst come to pass, we will soon have four full Galaxies—seventeen Clusters—here in the Inner Sphere and Chainelaine.  That is, I believe, as many as the Primary Clans in this Invasion possesses.  Once Epsilon arrives on Rondane, you already have the ilKhan’s command to bring forward Delta, whether Norman Rood or Perigard Zalman or Brandon Howell take umbrage at that or not.  And since we Scorpions are hitting no worlds in Wave III, and the Bears but four worlds, our Clusters will be at full strength and well-rested if some Khan wishes to challenge you.”

Nikolai frowned and he shook his head, before turning to Randall.  “You are enjoying this, quiaff?”

“Aff.  I am outclassed by your wit and your foresight and your ruthlessness, my Khan—always have been.  It is worth two full Clusters of OmniMechs to see that you have a rival in those departments amongst the next generation of Warriors to come.  You know, he is much like you in your youth!”

“Please!  I was never so . . . arrogant.”

“Says the Khan who strapped the Clan’s Loremaster to a table and chemically interrogated her,” Randall laughed.  “You did not hear that Jason Scott.”

The young man bowed.  “Hear what, my saKhan?”

“See?” Randall beamed.  “Just like you—and you deserve it.”

Jason cleared his throat.  “The connection is being made, my Khan.”

Nikolai took in a deep breath and he nodded.  The lights in the compartment dimmed and the holographic projector activated; one-by-one the holograms of his fellow Khans shimmered into existence.

“I shall waste no time,” Yvonne said.  “Wave III starts in four days—have we sufficient supplies of munitions and spare parts to carry on?”

Ulric nodded.  “Barely, my Khan—if those Clans who were not hit quite so hard in Chainelaine share some of their stockpiles.  But our reserve has vanished.”

“Agreed,” said Brandon Howell.  “The 17th Jaguar Regulars were unable to prevent all loses, but they preserved enough supplies that we should be able to complete Wave III on schedule—we will need to rebuilt and repair those facilities before Wave IV, however.  I cannot speak for the worst hit Clans, however—the Vipers and Hellions, the Mandrills and Spirits who each share a corridor; they lost virtually all of their stockpiles.”  Howell paused and he shook his head.  “And before anyone else can rub salt into our wounds, Khan Djerassi—you were right, we should have stationed a larger and more robust garrison on our depot worlds.  That oversight by my predecessor—which I concurred with at the time—is now being corrected!”

Nikolai nodded his head.  “I devoutly wish that I had been wrong, Khan Howell.  My Scorpions have ample supplies—if the Jaguars, Spirits, or Mandrills have need of them, I can make good their losses for Wave III.  Wave IV might be . . . problematic.”

Many Khans looked surprised; most had expected Nikolai to hold over their heads his warnings—but his calm demeanor and reasoned response only underscored the fact that he had been right, and they had been wrong.

“And you can spare nothing for the Vipers and Hellions!” screamed Norman Rood.  “You would wreck the Invasion by denying us our rightful supplies!”

“Khan Rood,” Nikolai said calmly, “the Jaguars, Spirits and Mandrills are closer to my worlds than either the Ice Hellions or the Steel Vipers.  You have the Falcons and Sharks, the Horses and Ravens in much greater proximity than my Clan.”  And then Nikolai smiled.  “And I cannot say that I am sorry we in an adjoining corridor; after all, if I must give up my supplies for the good of the Invasion, I would prefer to see them used for some gain and wasted on not foolish loses inspired by your own haughty sense of honor and entitlement.”

Norman Rood’s face drained of blood until he appeared as white as a ghost, and he began to snarl his furious outrage . . . until another voice cut him off.

“ENOUGH!” thundered Yvonne, and while she managed to hold onto her stern expression, Nikolai could see she was struggling to contain the laughter.

“If it is fighting that you desire, all of you can find it on your own front-lines!  We have enemies enough surrounding us; we do not need to fight each other here in this Council as well!”

Yvonne paused and she looked—glared—at each and every Khan in turn.  No one challenged her and she finally nodded.  “In absolute terms, we did not lose that much in supplies—the majority of the factories destroyed were small in output and mostly devoted to munitions and spare parts.  I believe that the more . . . extensive facilities emplaced by the Scorpions and Sharks can take up the slack—and our OmniMech production was not touched.  Still, this serves as a warning that we cannot rely on the Inner Sphere to remain on the defensive.  Even though the ratio of casualties remained heavily tilted in our favor, we cannot allow our opponents the opportunity to deliver a catastrophic blow in the future.”

Each Khan nodded.  “For the moment, I am ordering the Falcons, Scorpions, and Ravens to move at least one WarShip into orbit above every one of our worlds in the Isles.  Khan Djerassi . . . I was informed that your Striking Claw Naval Star was not present during the attack.  If it is not a Clan secret, where exactly were your WarShips?”

Nikolai smiled.  “As the command circuit is not yet completed, ilKhan, I sent them to ferry Epsilon Galaxy from the current endpoints to Rondane—the timing was . . . not exactly fortuitous.  They will be back on station in two weeks time.”

Yvonne nodded.  “See that they are.  I understand as well that your Fire Wheel Transport Star just arrived back in the Pentagon and will be making another delivery of your civilians to Rondane; is this true?”

“Aff, ilKhan Hazen.”

“With fifty docking collars, I want those ships ferrying additional combat forces instead of civilians.  Those two ships can carry two Galaxies and their supplies—the Jaguars and the Horse’s each have a front-line Galaxy waiting for transport in the Pentagon.”

Nikolai winced, but he nodded.  “I will make the arrangements, ilKhan.”

“Thank you, Khan Djerassi.  And I shall expect the remaining Khans to comply with my requests in support of this Invasion just as graciously . . . unless someone wishes to demand a Trial of Refusal?”

No one spoke.

“We launch Wave III in four days—make certain we are not surprised this time around.  We are adjourned.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on July 16, 2012, 03:22:55 AM
It will be interesting to see what the Scorpions want in exchange for so much shipping and hardware?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 16, 2012, 01:32:20 PM
CGSS Serket, High Orbit
Rasalhague, Clan Ghost Bear Occupation Zone
October 31, 3043


The blue-white orb of Tukayyid rotated slowly in the holographic projection.  saKhan Randall Posavatz shook his head sorrowfully as he gazed at the orb.  “That is Wave V, Nikolai—and in the Wolf Zone.  Yvonne has already ruled out trying to leap ahead and hit them now.”

Nikolai nodded his agreement.  “Yes, she has.  Consider this, however:  at the conclusion of Wave III, we will be just three jumps away from Tukayyid—and we will have, as Star Captain Scott said just a few days ago, four full Galaxies with seventeen Clusters at our disposal—well rested and unharmed from Wave III operations.”

Randall frowned.  “That is if we leave Rondane virtually defenseless, Nikolai.”

“We have four Garrison clusters on Rondane, Randall—there comes a time in War when one must take calculated risks.  I doubt that the Inner Sphere will throw another twenty Regiments against the Isles; Jaime Wolf will believe that we reinforced those worlds heavily . . . which is what he wants us to do.”  The Scorpion Khan ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.  “We do not have enough Warriors to garrison all of our worlds in strength, saKhan Posavatz.  And this Supreme Commander knows it.  I am coming to believe that this raid on the Isles was done to force us to station more troops there, where they will play no part in the key battles yet to come.”

“That may well be, but against what the Black Widow reported this Grand Army has?  Seventeen Clusters will die a quick death, my Khan.  We are speaking of two-thirds of our entire touman.”

“I do not believe her,” Nikolai said quietly.  “Wolf is there, but not in the numbers she claimed.  I know it deep within my bones, Randall.  And it will be with no seventeen Clusters that we carry off this attack.”  He punched a button and additional icons began to appear on the holographic display.

“Amanda has agreed to this?” the saKhan asked in surprise.

“IF, the ilKhan approves the operation, and IF the Sharks and Falcons commit their reserve Galaxy in support.”

“Still, even with those forces, that is just another twenty-one Clusters—five Falcon, four Shark, and twelve Bear.  Thirty-eight Clusters in total on our side versus an unknown number of hostiles.  Let us say that Natasha lied and doubled the number available to this Grand Army—we will be facing fifty regiments of ‘Mechs, plus supporting forces.  The numbers alone are adverse in the extreme.”

“Plus the Ebon Keshik—if we commit to this, I cannot see Yvonne standing on the sideline.”  And Nikolai smiled.  “Jake and Marion will commit forces as well; their own plus those of the Ravens and Cobras.  Pavel Kerensky will give us at least two Clusters, and Khan West has already agreed—in confidence—to add two more of his own; IF Yvonne approves.  The Mandrills have not the numbers to add to our forces—and Howell’s Jaguars will be hard pressed until their next Galaxy arrives . . . too late for this operation.  And frankly, I think our chances of success are better without the Vipers and Hellions than with them.”

Randall snorted his agreement.

“But . . . Khan McFadden has an entire Galaxy scheduled to arrive on November 2nd—and he is very interested in being a part of the force that breaks this Grand Army.”

“Eighteen more; fifty-six Clusters—which gives us the advantage in units, but still leaves us outnumbered once we factor in their armor and infantry support,” the junior Khan mused.  “What about Ulric?  Have you spoken to him?”

“And risk Natasha finding out?  When she may be spying on us for her master of so many years?  Neg.  If we do this, he has to be informed at the last minute—which will limit his contribution.”

Randall nodded his agreement. 

“Fifty-six Clusters, plus what the Wolves can throw together on a short notice—say one Galaxy—for a total of sixty.  Khan Djerassi, we have already seen what the Inner Sphere is capable of on the defensive; it will not be enough to guarantee victory.  Not against fifty of their finest Regiments.”

“Or will it, saKhan Posavatz?” Nikolai asked.  “So far, we have danced to Jaime Wolf’s tune—we have played his game.  He anticipated where our attack was coming and the worlds we hit have had years to build their fortifications.  But Tukayyid?  If I am judging our opponent correctly, Tukayyid is not meant to serve as a battleground—it is his staging and training area.  I am willing to wager the entire Invasion that world is not as heavily fortified.  Oh, there will be local defenses, I am certain, but not the extensive defensive works we have so far seen—and will see more of in Wave III.”

Nikolai circled the floating globe.  “No,” he said shaking his head.  “Wolf’s Grand Army is an offensive unit—not defensive.  And if we allow him to launch his attack without disruption, it will stop the Invasion for years, if he doesn’t shatter us all and force us to withdraw to Chainelaine.”

The saKhan sighed and he nodded his agreement.  “Yvonne will never agree; it is too much the gamble, Nikolai,” he whispered.

“Every Khan is a skilled gambler, Randall—you know that.  And while Yvonne Hazen is cautious, she is also a Falcon; one to whom this type of spoiling attack is greatly appealing.  But we will have to approach her correctly—and make her believe that this will neutralize the Grand Army.  And we play to her hubris; as ilKhan she will command sixty Clusters on the field of battle; she will not just coordinate the Clans, but will have to serve as our Supreme Commander, our War Leader..  If she does this and is successful, her legacy will be prized alongside that of Elizabth Hazen hereself.  The Scientists have yet to breed pride and hubris away from us, Randall.  We remain human, after all.”

“And their WarShips?” Randall laughed, “Not that I believe they have fifty at Tukayyid—but they will have some.”

“And we have our own.  “Peter McKenna has agreed to command our combined Naval forces from the bridge of CRS James McKenna—and CGSS Requiem will be there beside her.”

“That will require reshuffling of our naval assets, my Khan.  Yvonne has already ordered a WarShip in orbit of every world in the Isles.”

“We cannot be strong everywhere, Randall.  We must be strong at the point of decision,” Nikolai gestured towards the floating orb as it slowly turned in place.  “This world is our point of decision.”

"Seyla," whispered Randall.

And the Khan of Clan Goliath Scorpion nodded his agreement.  "Seyla, indeed."
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 16, 2012, 02:57:19 PM
Here is Blacknova's gorgeous map of Wave III.  Enjoy!  By this stage of the Invasion (around Christmas, just five months after the start of operations, the Clans have taken 62 Lyran Worlds, 58 Rasalhague Worlds, 43 Kurita Worlds, 10 Chainelaine Worlds, and 23 Periphery Worlds:  193 worlds in all.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 16, 2012, 04:08:29 PM
Ducal Palace, Bueller
Robinson, Federated Suns
October 31, 3043


James Sandoval hovered over the map, as his most loyal Colonels of the 1st and 2nd Robinson Rangers and the 2nd New Ivaarsen Chasseurs waited stoicly for his commands; in addition, several lesser commanders, and the Colonel of the Draconis March Militia, along with five mercenary commanders stood alongside.

“Has this been confirmed?” the newly crowned Duke of Robinson asked.

“Yes, my Lord.  Theodore Kurita has pulled the majority of the Galedon and Dieron Regulars from the border—a merchantman who engages in cross-border trading travelled to Marduk himself . . . they have only the planetary militia left there and a single battalion of cadets from the 5th Sun Zhang Training Cadre.”

“Well, well, well,” James whispered.  “Perhaps these Clans are good for something after all, eh, gentlemen?”

Chuckles went around the room and James stood and stretched.  “There is no time like the present—General Vehrson . . . are my Rangers prepared for operations off-world?”

“They are indeed, your Grace,” answered Eric Vehrson.

“Then to hell with Hanse Davion and what he has ordered—go, General.  Reclaim Marduk, McComb, and Royal for the Lion of Robinson.  The rest of you will prepare to receive any counterattack that Kurita sends against us—if he proves too weak to defend himself against us and these Clans at the same time, we will start a general offensive to seize all the worlds we have lost to the Snakes in the past!  Gentlemen.  This is our time!  Now, New Avalon will follow our lead!”

James received the applause of his officers humbly and then he motioned them to the door.  He drew in a deep breath and sat down at his desk—the desk that until recently had been his father Aaron’s.  Drawing a stylus, he licked the tip and began to write graceful letters upon an old-fashion sheet of parchment.

Dear Hanse, he wrote.  Today, I have done what you should have done.  Today, I have launched an invasion of the Draconis Combine.  They are our enemy, not these so-called Clans who claw away at your wife’s realm.  By the time you receive this message, it shall be too late for you to stop me—my Regiments will accomplish what so many generations of Davions have failed to do.  I will end the threat posed to the Federated Suns by the Draconis Combine—and you, dear Hanse, will be a spectator to my victory.

James signed it with a flourish and he folded it carefully and sealed it within a parchment envelope, dipping his Ducal seal in wax before pressing down upon the flap.

“Take this to the JumpShip, Leonard,” he ordered his major-domo, “and tell Captain Cassidy he need not hurry to make the delivery.”

And with that, the Lion of Robinson sat back and he smiled as he stared at a map of all of the worlds he would liberate from Kurita rule.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 16, 2012, 06:22:33 PM
ComStar First Circuit
Hilton Head, Terra
October 31, 3043


Michael York frowned as he restarted the video.  On the screen, the image of Duke James Sandoval, the leader of the Draconis March in the Federated Suns appeared—his face grave and somber.

“Citizens of the Federated Suns.  Today, I come before you with news that we are once again at engaged in military operations.  Now, this is not news, I am certain many of you will say.  You are well aware of the sacrifices made by brave men and women of the Federated Suns; sacrifices made to defend foreign soil from a group of invaders that do not threaten our realm.  I do not deny their bravery and their courage, to lay down their lives so far from home, to defend the realm of the wife of the First Prince.  After all, the Lyrans need our soldiers to defend their homes—they have been nothing but a failure at military arms for centuries.”

“Whereas we, the citizens of the Federated Suns, we have taken warfare to heart and our Regiments outmatch any other in existence today.  I do not question the need for the First Prince to bleed away our treasure and our men in order to preserve a small portion of his wife’s realm—but in the process of preparing for this attack, Hanse Davion has neglected our border with the Draconis Combine.”

“Have you forgotten how throughout history the House of Kurita has made their goal the subjugation and conquest of the Federated Suns?  Have you forgotten how they drove to the gates of New Avalon in the First Succession War?  Have you forgotten Kentares?  Have you forgotten how the Snakes pursued Wolf’s Dragoons relentlessly and only the superior skills of those mercenaries saved them from annihilation?”

“Have you forgotten that even today, there are worlds on their side of our border with men and women who were born citizens of the Federated Suns and now languish under the dictatorship of the Kuritas?”

“I have not forgotten, and I am certain that many of you remember as well.”

“Prince Davion has forgotten, it seems.  He ignores the threat posed to us by the House of Kurita.  He draws forces of the Armed Forces of the Federated Suns from our borders, leaving us defenseless before their ambition for conquest.  He has sent the cream of our fighting men and women into a foreign land to defend worlds which we have interest in.”

“I have heard the briefs from the First Prince of the Federated Suns.  I have heard the arguments that the Combine must stand so to divert the Clan’s strength; it must serve as a buffer zone between us and the Clans who are coming.  I have listened, I have heard, and I have read.”

“But one question gnaws at me, fellow citizens.  What happens if the Combine, if the House of Kurita collapses under the strain?”

“My briefs show that they are losing regiments like chaff before the fire!  Pesht is threatened by these invaders—and soon enough Luthien itself will be.  They cannot hold; they have not the strength to hold for much longer.”

“Accordingly, I cannot and I will not leave men and women who were born under the Sword and the Sun to languish any further under the tender affections of the ISF and become in some short time the property of these Clans.  I move now, with all of the forces available to me, so that I can liberate Federated Suns worlds conquered by the Snakes in the past, and to establish defensible lines where we in the Federated Suns can contest the Clans, if they come so far.  The Clans will be stopped—they will be stopped by the gallant and courageous soldiers of our own Federated Suns Regimental Combat Teams.  They will be stopped because we as a free people took a stand and drew a line.  And our citizens, those who were born with the full rights and liberties of any of you, will once again be free.”

“My forces will encounter little opposition—the Snakes are too strained to stop us.  I do not expect that this . . . police action to preserve the peace will be opposed by the House of Kurita, but if they choose to do so, our soldiers will prevail.  We will recover all of our worlds, and all of our people.”

“I am James Sandoval, the Duke of Robinson, and the commander of the Draconis March.  And tonight I ask that you pray for the troops of the Federated Suns who are travelling into harm’s way against the Snakes, as well as those on such distant soil fighting the Clans.”

He froze the image.  “When did this go out?” the Primus of ComStar asked.

“Demi-Precentor Robinson sent it directly to us.  It is being broadcast on Robinson and other key worlds throughout the Draconis March—but not in the Crucis or Capellan Marches,” answered Charles Seneca.

“This could be a problem,” Michael mused.

Charles snorted.  “One could say that.”

“Our assets on Robinson?”

“ROM?  No, Primus.  The Robinson detachment was . . . committed to the philosophy of the prior administration—I had to purge all of them, and replacing them has been a low priority to this point.”

“Pity,” Michael sighed.  “James Sandoval certainly deserves a bullet for this.  Well, if we have no assets in place, perhaps the MIIO might.  Forward this immediately to New Avalon—priority transmission.  Waive the fees.”

Charles raised one eyebrow.  “You might cause the Fox to have a heart attack, Primus.  I mean ROM cooperating with the MIIO?”

“Perhaps Waterly should have tried that if she wished him dead—everything else she did failed, after all.”

“Shall I send a copy to Luthien as well?” asked Charles.

Michael sat down in his seat and he lifted a pen.  “No.  But inform First Prince Davion I will set up a real time HPG link between New Avalon and Luthien so that he can explain this to Takashi Kurita—and I will once again waive the costs involved.  Now, I have reams of paperwork, Charles.  Get that transmitted immediately, along with my offer to the Fox.”

“Of course, Primus,” Charles said with a bow.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 16, 2012, 07:14:05 PM
Not sure I buy James Sandoval at this time being so anti-FedCom. He was a team player through the 3050s and seemed to change after the breakup of the FedCom. Else wise very good. Especially enjoyed the by play with Primus York and Precentor ROM.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 16, 2012, 07:27:42 PM
Not sure I buy James Sandoval at this time being so anti-FedCom. He was a team player through the 3050s and seemed to change after the breakup of the FedCom. Else wise very good. Especially enjoyed the by play with Primus York and Precentor ROM.

Part of that was probably because of the War of 3039, Takiro.  In canon, Hanse did try to cut off the Dragon at his knees, which has always been the itch that the Sandovals couldn't scratch.  In this AU, the operation got cancelled.  It broke Aaron's heart, and he withered away and died, and left a very frustrated son (James) ruling the DM.  He is (probably) still in 4th Succession War mode:  Hanse tore apart the CapCom, but his March lost worlds to the Snakes.  Without 3039 to show the Dragon isn't a pushover, he quite possibly thinks that one hard shove might push them over the edge, especially since they can't divert forces from the Clan front. 

Wings of the butterfly and all.

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 16, 2012, 07:55:08 PM
The Fox’s Den, Palace of the First Prince, Avalon City
New Avalon, Federated Suns
October 31, 3043


“That idiot did WHAT?” bellowed Hanse Davion as he came out of his chair.

“He has launched an invasion of the Draconis Combine,” Quintus Allard said quietly.  “I have sent instructions to the MIIO on Robinson to investigate this immediately—I have no idea how he managed to pull this off.”

“Wait, if MIIO didn’t know, then how do we have this information?” asked Hanse.

Quintus winced.  “ComStar forwarded a video broadcast James is playing on several worlds in the March to New Avalon—at no charge.  Primus York is willing to set up a real-time link between New Avalon and Luthien as well, at no charge.”

Hanse sat back in his chair and he looked stunned for a moment.  Finally he nodded.  “It is a different world, Quintus.  Now how do we stop this?”

“We can’t,” the Intelligence Minister said quietly.  “His troops are already in motion:  the 1st Rangers are heading for Marduk, the 2nd Rangers for Royal, and the 2nd Ivaarsen Chasseurs for McComb.”

“Where did he get the ships?”

“That I can answer—he didn’t.”

“Go on.”

“He has a single battalion combat-loaded; the rest of those units are crammed into a Mammoth as cargo and passengers.  He pressed three Merchants into service from companies his family owns—and that was sufficient for his needs.”

“Is James Sandoval insane?  Those regiments will cut to pieces if Takashi has anything on the surface—it will take the better part of a day to unload the bulk of those units!”

“Perhaps not, because those worlds are barren of defenders.  Just a few battalions of militia and some training cadre on Marduk—the sole combat loaded battalion can deal with those until the rest of the regiments off-load.”

Hanse groaned and Quintus began to reach for the panic button, but the First Prince waved his hand.  “No, it’s not that, Quintus.  Takashi informed me last week that Marduk was going to serve as the test grounds for a piece of equipment—he didn’t want to provoke me by sending it without a warning.”

“A new piece of equipment?”

Hanse smiled a grim smile.  “An old piece of equipment, actually.  Are you familiar with the Togura?”

Quintus frowned, and then he blanched.  “They didn’t?”

Hanse nodded.  “I have no idea how effective she will be, but somehow, Takashi and Theodore got her operational again—probably with ComStar help.”

“She’s an inoperable museum ship!”

“Well, museum or no, Takashi told me she was undergoing weapons trials in the Marduk system before she reports to Luthien.”

“Christ, the Rangers won’t stand a chance.”

Hanse nodded.  “And speaking of which, I need to use that link to inform Takashi of what my idiot March commander has done—in the meantime, I want you to get the 1st Guards, the 2nd Guards, and the Assault Guards mobilized for deployment.  They can accompany me to Robinson, along with the 4th Crucis Lancers.  It is past time that James Sandoval and I had a talk face-to-face.”

Hanse stood.  “Get cracking, Quintus.  I want to lift immediately after Takashi finishes yelling at me,” the First Prince of the Federated Suns chuckled.  “At least the shit rolls downhill, because James is about to get fully coated in it.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 16, 2012, 09:29:05 PM
White Palace Press Release—November 8, 3043
Union of Federated Press (UFP) Release for General Publication
(UFP) Filed by Leslie Newman, accredited journalist, New Avalon.


At the White Palace today, Intelligence Minister treated the press corps to Quintus Allard treated the press corps to a very rare briefing session.

Three items were discussed with significant ramifications for the Federated Suns in the years to come.

First, the Minister informed us that First Prince Hanse Davion has officially created the Periphery Marches (see attached map file below) and elevated that oftentimes insecure and insular section of the Federated Suns to an equal footing with the Crucis, Capellan, and Draconis Marches.  Minister Allard was also pleased to report that Duke James Sandoval, the Duke of Robinson and commander of the Draconis March, asked the First Prince for a less stressful assignment and will be named as the Duke of Broken Wheel and commander of the Periphery March.  Duke Sandoval has made no comment, but his office on Robinson has confirmed the report citing health concerns on behalf of his Grace.

The second piece of information was an explanation of the loss of the entire 1st Robinson Rangers Regimental Combat Team.  On maneuvers in the Draconis March, the 1st Rangers JumpShip suffered a mis-jump from which there were no survivors.  Minister Allard offered his and the First Princes condolences to the families of the victims and then the Intelligence Minister offered his views on how the tragedy occurred.

“The JumpShip in question was an older vessel owned by the Robinson family; maintenance logs and an examination of the repair practices in use by the vessel’s crew indicate that the vessel had not received several critical upgrades to her K/F Drive Core and a malfunctioning drive controller initiated a jump in close proximity to an asteroidal refueling base.  The resulting tidal surges utterly destroyed both the JumpShip (and her attendant DropShips) as well as the refueling base.  Due to potential legal actions against the owners of the JumpShip, the names of the crew and the vessel itself are not being released.”

Third, Field Marshall Ardan Sortek has been named as the new Duke of Robinson and the commander of the Draconis March.  Duke Sortek is returning from the Clan front to assume his office immediately.

This has been a UFP update. (Cleared for internal and foreign distribution-MIIO)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 17, 2012, 01:26:47 AM
I love it joy such wonderful writing.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 17, 2012, 06:18:41 AM
Good explanation MA and another good chapter.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 17, 2012, 02:12:51 PM
Headquarters, 10th Donegal Guards RCT
Zoetermeer, Lyran Commonwealth
November 1, 3043


Colonel Robert Ohell of the 2nd Regiment, 12th Star Guards spat on the ground as the voice of the invader’s spokesman came over the speaker.  “We are the Ice Hellions!  From the frigid depths of the empty void we strike, claiming this world in the name of our Clan, the true Heirs of Kerensky.  Yield, or dispute our claim by stating the forces you wish to see destroyed.”

“So much for our intelligence claiming that the Vipers would hit us,” muttered Marshall Sarah Steiner, newly appointed to command of the 10th Donegal.  “What information do we have in Wolf’s briefing on these . . . Hellions?”

The HQ staff hustled as officers and NCOs scrolled through data, and then one looked up.  “A second, perhaps even third, tier Clan.  Small, with little Elemental support, but a concentration of ‘Mechs and Fighters . . . according to the file, Marshall, they favor lighter, faster combat units—they have nothing in their touman in the Assault-weight class, outside of ASF assets.”

“Well, hell.  Maybe we hand these bastards a defeat after all,” chimed in Robert, as Sarah waved away the acrid smoke from his cigar.  “Both our regiments are heavy-weights—we might just have the firepower advantage here, with your tanks and infantry, Marshall Steiner.”

“Maybe,” Sarah answered as she lifted the transmitter.  “This is Marshall Sarah Steiner, commanding the 10th Donegal Guards.  We will defend this system in the name of Archon Melissa Steiner-Davion; come at your own peril.”

“Transmit your Order of Battle so that we may properly tailor our attack,” the radio crackled after a moment.

“Cheeky bastards, aren’t they!” barked Robert.

“Negative, Hellions,” Marshall Steiner answered.  “You will have to learn our dispositions the old-fashioned way—through recon.”

There was a pause and then the radio crackled with static again.  “We accept your challenge, Marshall Steiner of the 10th Donegal.  Do you intend to use artillery in your defense?”

“Why don’t you land and find out?”

“We shall meet you with the full force of The Blinding then,” and the radio signal died away.

Sarah nodded.  “Get back to your Regiment, Bob.  I think we might be in for a rough time ahead.”

“Ja, mein Marshall,” he answered with a grin as he snapped to attention; then he turned and left.

Sarah leaned over the map table and bit her lip.  Zoetermeer had two vital locations to defend—the capital city of Nieuw Den Haag and the mining operations run by Tamar Mineral Extractions, Ltd., a corporation owned entirely by Duke Kelswa—and she had clear orders from the Duke in command of the Tamar March that the mineral extraction facilities were to be defended at all costs.  In addition, the capital spaceport lay fifty-two kilometers outside of Nieuw Den Haag; it too must be held to prevent the Hellions from having access to the refueling facilities and runways.

Accordingly, her 10th Donegal was broken into three Combat Groups, each built around a ‘Mech battalion, a regiment of armor, and two regiments of infantry, reinforced with a battery of artillery.  Each Combat Group was dug in deep around the objectives, while her fourth armored regiment had been assigned as subordinate to Ohell’s Regiment.  Bob would command her reserve and either reinforce her fire-bases or conduct a counter-attack.

She nodded to herself.  There was nothing more to do but wait.

*****************************************************************

The battle started as the 10th Donegal’s aerospace fighters sparred with the Clan fighters in the upper atmosphere.  But quickly, the Federated Commonwealth defenders found that they were vastly outnumbered in space; not only did the Hellion have the fighters assigned to the Clusters of their Alpha Galaxy, a York-class carrier had settled into orbit overhead.

Of the seventy-two ASF from the mercenaries and the 10th sent to interdict the attackers, fourteen managed to return to base—nine of those heavily damaged.  The Hellions fighters had suffered as well, but they started the conflict with more than two hundred and sixty—and had two hundred untouched units left when the 10th’s few remaining fighters landed.

Following the aerial holocaust, the Hellions took four hours to send recon flights criss-crossing over the inhabited continent of Zoetermeer, their powerful active probes scanning the landscape and seeking out Marshall Steiner’s concentrations.  Only after these flights were concluded did the DropShips begin to descend through the atmosphere, landing well outside the reach of the fire-bases.

Five Clusters of Hellion OmniMech formed up and advanced as one upon the defenders of the starport.  But unlike the Falcons or the Vipers or the Jaguars, the Hellions did not blindly charge ahead; no, they circled at extreme range and picked away at the defenders, too far distant for the 10th’s weapons to reach them.  But the 10th’s artillery reached out and shells began to fall among the Hellions—and in reply the fighters once again plunged into the planet’s atmosphere.  Mostly heavy-weight designs, with a few faster mediums in support, the fighters swooped down and released six hundred Arrow IV air-to-ground missiles that plunged into the perimeter of the 2nd Battalion, 10th Donegal Combat Group—and on the heels of the massive explosions, the Hellion OmniMechs closed faster than anyone could have imagined possible.  At the same time, hordes of small craft dived down from orbit and two hundred and Elemental infantry para-dropped directly into the center of the compound.

*****************************************************************

“They’re swarming all over us, Marshall!  They aren’t fighting like the Clans should!  They are teaming up and tearing my ‘Mechs and tanks to pieces!  Behind you Jim!” the radio crackled with the thunder of a heavy autocannon, and then there was a scream . . . and then only static.

She swallowed.  She was only thirty-nine years old, and Aunt Nondie—well, a third cousin twice removed—had given her this command just four months ago.  She licked her dry lips and changed the radio frequencies.  “Bob, I need you to hit them at the star-port—now, if we are going to save anything.  I am ordering the 1st battalion to roll out as well.”

“Negative, Marshall!  Stick to the plan—we’ve got to bleed them!”

“My men are dying, Colonel!”

“Your men are already dead, Marshall.  We can’t get there in time to save them, and the 1st will get cut to ribbons outside of the defenses!  Hold your position!”

“Damn you, Colonel Ohell!  Hit them now!”

But there was no reply from the radio.  Sarah frowned and she turned to her staff, “What’s going on?”

“Marshall—we are being jammed!” one yelled, as the crack and whine of the Clan’s anti-personnel gauss rifles began to thunder outside, amidst the explosions of SRMs and the screams of her HQ security detachment.

*****************************************************************

Another of Ohell’s ‘Mechs exploded as it ate four converging ER PPC bolts and ER Large Laser beams.  For two and a half hours now, Robert had pulled back, leaving the bulk of the 10th Donegal behind as he tried to evade the Hellions and make it to his DropShips—but now he was surrounded.  He twisted his Stalker to one side and locked his missile launchers on another of the distant ‘Mechs; he squeezed the trigger and twenty missiles shot away; only a dozen hit however.  And his computer’s calm voice whispered into his ears, “LRM magazine depleted.”

Half of his ‘Mechs littered the line of his march behind him—and every last one remaining was damaged, some critically.  But still the Hellions didn’t close in, they circled at range, with that impossible speed, and they bled him out one cut at a time.

“Colonel,” Captain Edward Bowen spoke up.  Bowen was the senior officer left in the entire regiment, other than Robert.  “The DropShips report that they are under attack—and now I have lost their transmission.”

Robert Ohell looked up at the faint plumes of smoke in the distance and his heart sank.  “Enough of this running, Star Guards.  Let’s show these scum how the 42nd Striker chooses to go out.  CHARGE!” he yelled and he pushed the Stalker forward into a run.

But the Hellions simply gave way and continued to gnaw his command to death—Robert Ohell was fortunate enough not to see it however, for a Hellion Gauss slug slammed into his cockpit and he never again saw anything.

*****************************************************************

“Your command are the only survivors to date, Colonel Dane,” the voice of the Hellion Khan came over the radio of the commanding officer of the 3rd Battalion of the 10th Donegal.  “I can crush you as easily as I did you fellows—or you recognize the folly of your continued fighting and lay down your arms.  In honor of the courage of your comrades, we will treat you as we treat captured Clan Warriors, instead of consigning you to the laborer class.”

“Go to hell,” spat Colonel William Dane.

“I take it that is a no?  Colonel Dane, there are no civilian population centers within your perimeter; there is nothing preventing me from wiping you out without suffering a single casualty in response.  You do know I have WarShips in orbit, quiaff?”

“You do that and you will be hung for War Crimes!”

“The victors write history, Colonel Dane.  We slaughter no civilians, nor do we hide behind their skirts like cowards.  Your battalion is a legitimate military target.  I offer you one last opportunity to spare your Warriors their lives.”

Dane began to answer, but the weeping of his communication officer—newly married just three months ago, made him stop.  A tear leaked down his own cheek.  And he tried the raise the radio microphone once, and then twice; finally he managed to lift it.  “Damn you.   We accept your terms.”

“I will give you sixty minutes to lay down arms and march out, Colonel Dane.  Do not make me obliterate those mining facilities.”

And the radio transmission ended.  Dane pulled himself up straight.  “Burn the code books—purge the database.  And tell the troops to stack arms and form up to surrender.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 17, 2012, 08:03:58 PM
CJWS Turkina’s Pride, inbound to orbit
Morges, Lyran Commonwealth
November 1, 3043


“Our opponents are concentrated here, on the industrialized continent of Windhoven,” Timur Malthus said as he aimed the point at the land mass closest to the equator on the frigid world of Morges.  “It is cold, wet, and thoroughly miserable, with nearly constant rain and lightning storms.  Thanks to the crew of the corvette Kerensky’s Blues and their signal intercept equipment, we know what units are awaiting us on the surface.  Our opponents today will be the 20th Arcturan Guards Regimental Combat Team, the 23rd Arcturan Guards Regiment, the three mercenary regiments of the Blue Star Irregulars, and two mercenary battalions of the Dioscuri.  This is in addition to nearly two score regiments of conventional infantry and armor.”  Timur paused and he folded his hands behind his back.  “The Blue Star Irregulars trace their founding to the Star League:  they claim their founders were recipients of the Blue Star of Kerensky—and they have the 1894th Light Horse Regiment in their ranks.”

Mutters broke out among the dozen assembled Galaxy and Cluster commanders, and Timur nodded slowly.  “Another of their regiments is the 21st Rim Worlds, a unit that defected from Stefan Amaris’s army to join the SLDF during the Campaign to reclaim the Hegemony and the Liberation of Terra.  These regiments may prove themselves honorable foes.  They may not; they are, after all, mercenary sell-swords.  However, we will extend to the Blue Star Irregulars the courtesy of zellbrigen; as for the rest,” Timur shrugged, “deal with them as you see fit.”

The saKhan broke off as he spotted Elias Crichell making his way forward.  “Attention on deck!” he snapped, and all of the Falcons present instantly stood.

“Today is a great day, my Falcons,” said Crichell as he mounted the stage.  “On Deia, Galaxy Commander Vandervahn Chistu is leading the Gyrfalcon and Peregrine Galaxies to victory; I expect the Jade Falcon and Goshawk Galaxies to do better!  Quiaff!”

“Aff!”

“saKhan Malthus with the Turkina Keshik will have tactical control over this operation; I will remain at the Clan forward command post to coordinate actions between Deia and Morges.  You have all been assigned your Drop-zones:  we reach orbit in thirty-four minutes, so get to your ships.  Victory, Falcons!”

“VICTORY!” The assembled officers shouted and then raced through the corridors of the battlecruiser to board small craft heading back to their DropShips.  All but Timur Malthus, who remained behind.  Elias frowned.

“Was there something else, saKhan?”

Timur bowed his head slightly.  “My Khan, you have yet to participate in a single battle since this invasion began—no other Khan or even the ilKhan can make such a claim.  Is it wise for you to remain behind . . . again?  There will be talk of your . . . aversion to risk.”

The frown on Elias Crichell’s face deepened and he stepped close against the chest of the younger Falcon.  “You leave the control of this Clan to me, Malthus—and I will allow you free reign to slaughter these free-birth as you wish; challenge me and you will find there are many who desire your position.  Vandervahn Chistu not least among them.  Be careful that he does not perform better than you, or I might well have to listen to my Falcons when they call for your head.”

Timur’s eyes flashed with anger and he started to reply, but the Khan cut him off.  “NOT another word, saKhan Malthus!” Elias thundered.  “I gave you your rank—and I can take it from you, along with your life.  Now go, and pray that I forget this conversation.”

Still fuming the Falcon saKhan bit his lip and he turned to leave.  “And Timur?  I will be watching the conduct of your battles below closely—there are rumors that you have not been behaving as a proper Falcon recently.  Tread lightly, saKhan.”

*****************************************************************

Four hours later, Timur Malthus entered the tent hurriedly erected for his august presence.  The 23rd Arcturan Guards had put up a tenacious defense, but led by the Turkina Keshik, the Jade Falcon Galaxy had sent them running—now the mercenaries were approaching, even as the Goshawk Galaxy held the 20th Arcturan and their lesser regiments at bay.

The saKhan accepted with grace the proffered canteen that one of the Techs held out and he took a deep swallow of the cold water within.  He handed it back and looked down on the map and nodded.  Then he traced line back to a single icon in his rear—an icon marked with the symbol for the Clans Field HQ.

Timur smiled and he extracted a folded piece of paper from his cooling suit.  “Let us treat these Blue Star Irregulars as if they were Clan.  Establish contact with them, and inform them of our current strength and location—all of our units locations and strength on that sheet.  In the meantime,” he turned to face his Cluster commanders, “it is time for the Dioscuri to die.  Star Colonel Folkner, I want the Falcon Guards to hammer them, to hound them, to annihilate them.  The remainder of Alpha and the Turkina Keshik will redeploy to here,” he said tapping the map.

“Sir?” asked Star Colonel Marthe Pryde, the young commander of the 89th Falcon Striker Cluster.  “That will open a gap fifteen kilometers wide between our forces and those of Zeta Galaxy; could not the Blue Star Irregulars attempt to use that space in an effort to drive us even further apart?”

Timur smiled.  “If they do, they are in a rude awakening.  With the Turkina Keshik here,” he tapped a section of the mapboard, “the 12th Regulars here,” another section, “your Strikers here,” yet another section tapped, “and the 3rd and 9th Talon Clusters here and here, what will happen if the Blue Star Irregulars attempt that?”

Marthe inhaled.  “All five of the Clusters can catch them in the flank as they move through—and they cannot evade against your higher speed,” she nodded to herself.  “Their lead elements might well punch through—and if they do there is nothing standing between them and the Khan.”

“War is a matter of gambling, Star Colonel Pryde.  And I think this time, we will have gambled successfully.  If not, our Khan is a Warrior and he as an Honor Guard to defend him as well.  He knows and has chosen to accept the risk, I might add.  If the Blue Star prove dishonorable," Timur smiled, "and refuse to meet us in single combat, he will, of his own violation and command, serve as bait.  Once we finish dealing with the Blue Star Irregulars—and Star Colonel Folkner and the Falcon Guard finish off the Dioscuri, we will then wheel en masse and flank the conventional regiments bolstering the defenses of the 20th Arcturan in the foothills here.”  And once again the finger tapped the map.

“Questions?”  None of the Cluster commanders said a word, and Timur nodded.  “Then get your commands moving,” he said, dismissing the officers and walked over to the comm tech.  “Have they replied?”

“saKhan, forgive me, but I have not sent the message yet.”

“And why have you not?”

“saKhan, you honor our foes, but you have given them the location of the Khan’s headquarters—and told them that he is defended by just two points of Elementals and a Star of ‘Mechs!”

Timur smiled.  “Send it, Tech.  That is a direct order from the saKhan of the Clan.”

Trembling, the comm tech began the transmission, and Timur’s smile turned into a grin.

*****************************************************************

Elias Crichell looked up in surprise as Kael Pershaw’s misshapen body pushed past the honor guards at the entrance to his headquarters, and his surprise rapidly turned into a frown as he saw the distress on his old friend’s face.  “Kael . . .”

“Evacuate now!” the Watch officer shouted.  “Leave the equipment and run!”

He had reached the Khan and put one myomer hand on Elias’s arm and began pulling him towards the tent flap.  Elias emerged out into the sunlight and he stopped.  “What is going on?” he barked.

“Timur Malthus has made a mistake that not even a sibkin could make—he has split his forces and there is a full battalion of BattleMechs heading straight here!  They will arrive in minutes, my Khan!  We must go now!  I have a DropShuttle waiting outside.”

Elias’s face paled and his head twisted towards the sound of autocannon fire from the pickets.  No, Timur did not make a mistake; somehow he had engineered this.  Damn him and his ambition.  Kael was shouting, but Elias just stood there as two dozen aerospace fighters descended through the clouds, laser bolts emerging from their nose to strafe across the Falcon’s HQ.

*****************************************************************

“Jade Falcons!” Timur Malthus broadcast.  “Khan Crichell has been killed by our opponents!  Our Khan has fallen as he fought these dezgra surats alone!   The Jade Falcon Galaxy will avenge him!  FALCONS . . . FORWARD!”

Six Clusters of furious Warriors tore into the flanks of the strung-out columns of the Blue Star Irregulars, even as their lead battalion ripped apart the Clan’s Field Headquarters . . . and Timur Malthus smiled.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 17, 2012, 10:50:23 PM
Khan’s Star, Golden Keshik
Tamar, Lyran Commonwealth
November 1, 3043


“Clever,” Ulric rumbled to himself as he topped the ridgeline that overlooked the Kelswa Fortress that protected the approaches to Tamar’s capital city.  The broad plains around the Fortress would have allowed the Clan to reduce the city with ease, from outside of the range where Kelswa and his defenders could reply—but some enterprising young officer had apparently stocked hundreds of mortar teams amongst the infantry . . . and every one of them was firing a constant barrage of smoke shells, mixed with chaff and flares.

Not even the Clans could hit what they couldn’t see.

“How many troopers does he have, Natasha?” the Khan asked.

“The 26th Lyran Guard that are giving the Coyotes so much trouble on the far side of the valley, plus the Training Cadre from the Academy here, and two battalions of the Kelswa Guard, the latter two within the Fort itself.”

“That is all?”

Natasha snorted.  “Hardly, but that is all that is here now—that we know of.  Kelswa has been buying up mercenary contracts left and right—he could have another six or seven regiments in that old Fort.  The 5th Crucis Lancers and 11th Avalon Hussars will be here by nightfall as well.”

“Options?”

Garth Radick cleared his throat and then spoke up.  “The smoke blinds them as well as us.  We will take casualties, but we press forward and eliminate this burr in our side before the Davion RCTs arrive.”

“It also forces us into their range, saKhan Radick,” snapped Natasha acerbically.  “Don’t you think he’s mined the approaches until a ballet dancer couldn’t get through?”

“Mind your language, Star Colonel!” the saKhan barked.  “Of course I considered that; which is why I think your 13th Wolf Guards should lead the assault.  After all, half of them are free-births and the other half were on the verge of being sent to Solahma formations.  After you clear us a path through the minefields, Beta will take the fortress before nightfall—I give you my word on that Khan Kerensky.”

Ulric nodded, but he noticed the expression on the Black Widow’s face.  “Yes, Star Colonel Kerensky?”

“While some might agree that the saKhan’s plan has merit—or they would if they had the intelligence of two year old chimpanzee—I suggest we strip our Elementals from every Cluster on planet and the ships above, and use them as sappers.  They are too lightweight to detonate the mines, and the defenders cannot see them to trigger the explosives remotely.  Once lanes have been cleared, we move in—but after the sappers have infiltrated into the interior of the fortress.”

Garth snorted.  “After they magically walk through the walls?  You do not believe they shrouding their own walls in this smoke, do you?”

Natasha smiled.  “It just so happens, I have an old map of the Kelswa Fortress—including their sewage system—which is large enough for two Elementals abreast.  They can bypass the walls and pop up in the middle of the Fort; distracting the enemy while we make our approach.”

“And those tunnels are not guarded?”

“Of course they are!  Which is why I have outfitted my Elemental Trinary with the old SLDF Nighthawk PA(L), with their full ECM and Stealth systems.  My Elemental infantry in light power armor will go ahead and eliminate the guards on the tunnels, opening the way for your Elementals to open the breach—and then Alpha and Beta will destroy them utterly.”

The Wolf saKhan started to reply, but Ulric held up one hand.  “Agreed, Star Colonel Kerensky.  Pull the Elementals from Alpha, Beta, and the ships above—quickly.  But Alpha Galaxy will make the assault.  Garth,” he held up a second placating hand, “I will need Beta to hold back two furious and intact Regimental Combat Teams until this location is secure.  Can I trust you to do that?  Without Beta's Elementals, but with Alpha's aerospace assets?”

Garth’s jaw worked for a moment, but at last he said simply, “Aff, my Khan.”

“I will inform the Coyotes that they may stop playing with their prey and drive the 26th to destruction . . . in the meantime, let us get this ready to launch.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 18, 2012, 05:20:26 AM
Where did she get the Nighthawk armor to outfit an entire Trinary??  ???  Especially in time to outfit them for this assault. She would have had to raid one of the oldest Brian Caches or she knew where a Star League Depot was in the area and it just happened to have them. Only their Special Forces had them and they were never made in huge numbers according to both Combat Operations and Technical Readout :3075.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 18, 2012, 01:11:42 PM
Interlude
November 3, 3043


Of course, not all went according to plan.  On Deia, Vandervahn Chistu and the Jade Falcon’s Delta Galaxy were mauled by the 1st, 11th, and 15th Lyran Regulars, supported by House Davion’s 1st Argyle Lancers.  To make matters worse, both Chistu and the commander of Vau Galaxy were killed in the fighting, and disputes between Cluster commanders over who was now in charge prevented the Falcons from stopping the Fed-Com troops from executing an organized withdrawal.  Once in orbit, the survivors of the four Regiments scatted, leaving the single Falcon WarShip present unable to intercept and engage them all.  Although the 11th Lyran was destroyed, the remaining regiments survived (in part) to fight another day.

On Parakoila, the Ravens met with their toughest fight to date—and perhaps a harbinger of things of come.  Three independent aerospace fighter wings, supported by no fewer than thirty assault DropShips swarmed over the Raven JumpShips as they emerged in-system.  While saKhan Damien Crow responded almost instantly, two entire Raven Clusters (the 4th Raven Wing and the 1st Raven Dragoons) were lost, along with their DropShips.  The remaining three Clusters of the Swift Wing Galaxy proved insufficient to clear the surface of the defenders, and Khan McKenna was forced to reinforce his saKhan with elements of Beta Galaxy—despite a sudden surge in terrorist activities all through the Horse/Raven Occupation Zone.

The Wolves and Coyotes won on Tamar, but Garth Radick died holding back a ferocious assault by the Davion RCTs, and Beta Galaxy suffered serious losses.  Perhaps luckily, Tamar was the only seriously contested world for the Wolves and Coyotes in Wave 3; the remainder fell with scarcely a fight.

The Bears and Scorpions had the single easiest and least costly Wave of all of the Clans.  Hitting only four worlds, opposition was encountered only on Gunzburg and Vorarlberg, but the Bears easily swept aside the defenders.  On Memmingen, the planetary governor—with no troops of the KungsArmee and a militia just four companies strong—answered the batchall with a challenge for a game of beach volleyball.  The competition turned into a major attraction, complete with a fair, and the governor handed control over to saKhan Posavatz when the team of Scorpions from the Heartvenom Cluster handily won.  Posavatz surprised many, however, when he appointed the same governor as the Clan’s interim ruler—and Memmingen quickly became part of the Clan fold.

Radstadt should have been a bitter fight for the Adders and Cobras, but the KungsArmee had completely collapsed, leaving the planet with only militia and a single Capellan Regiment (the Blackwind Lancers) for defenders.    Kaesong and Thessalonika were much more difficult; the Draconis defenders—once again, mostly militia with a handful of ‘Mech companies and battalions in support—fought to the last man, woman, and child.  Insurgents hidden among the civilian population started a terror campaign, the day that the last organized military force was defeated, and slowly the Adder and Cobra garrisons were being bled.

 Already suffering from the shame of being the only Clan to have lost a WarShip in the invasion (the destroyer Rage being the victim of a kamikaze strike at Schuyler two months earlier), the small Mandrill Kindraa’s, many of which failed to coordinate and cooperate, found themselves strained to the breaking point.  There were too many casualties against the fanatical defenders, and nowhere nearly enough garrison forces to hold the worlds that the Mandrills had conquered.  Where some Clans in Wave III refused to commit forces in less than Galaxy strength, the Mandrills were forced to rely on single Clusters to take their objectives.  Without the Blood Spirits aid and assistance, they would have failed, but even with the help of their partners, the Mandrill garrisons were woefully thin, and their brutal methods of dealing with insurgents made for a volatile situation.

On Outer Volta and Juazeiro, the Nova Cats pounced; relying upon their superior technology, training, and numbers to overcome stiff resistance before moving on to secure Caripare.  The Jaguars fought fiercely for Teniente and Irece (wrecking the LAM factories there utterly), but both of those worlds were defended by far less troops than Brandon Howell had feared—and the subsequent interrogations told him why.

Pesht was heavily fortified, with no fewer than eleven DCMS BattleMech Regiments, thirty regiments of armor and infantry, and six aerospace fighter wings (in that odd Combine 36-fighter wing that they flew).  Khan Howell made certain that his forces finished the pacification of Irece and Teniente, and then resupply and received the first few trickles of replacements coming from the homeworlds.  And then he jumped three full Galaxies of Jaguars, supported by a Galaxy of Nova Cats, into what would become known as the Cauldron of Pesht.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 18, 2012, 04:37:03 PM
Here are a few of my rambling thoughts:

Grand Army of the Inner Sphere (~55 Regiments):

Capellans (5):  Ariana Grenadiers; 1st Confederation Reserve Cavalry; 1st St. Ives Lancers; Justina's Cuirassiers; 1st Kearny Highlanders

Free Worlds (4):  1st Free World Guards; 1st Marik Militia; 6th Marik Militia; 12th Atrean Dragoons

Lyrans (6):  20th Arcturan Guards RCT; 3rd Donegal Guards RCT; 11th Lyran Guards; 15th Lyran Guards RCT; 1st Lyran Regulars; 4th Skye Rangers RCT

Rasalhague (3):  1st Drakon; 1st Kavalleri; 3rd Freemen

Kurita (10):  1st Genyosha; 2nd Genyosha; Ryuken (5 Regiments); 1st Night Stalkers; 2nd Night Stalkers; 3rd Prosperina Hussars

Davion (8):  4th Davion Guards RCT; Davion Heavy Guards RCT; 3rd Crucis Lancers RCT; 7th Crucis Lancers RCT; 1st New Ivaarsen Chasseurs RCT; 6th Syrtis Fusiliers RCT; 1st Kestrel Grenadiers RCT; 1st Kathil Uhlans RCT

ComStar (~6):  1st Army; 2nd Army

Mercenary (~13):  Wolf's Dragoons (3+ Regiments); Eridani Light Horse (2 Regiments); 12th Vegan Rangers (4 Regiments); 1st Kell Hounds; Hell's Black Aces; St. Cyr Heavy Assault Group

The Grand Army is massing on Tukayyid, as loyal readers know.  The Grand Army also has 22 WarShips.


Units Destroyed in Waves I-III

Capellans (3):  Blackwind Lancers, Kingston’s Legionnaires; 4th Confederation Reserve Cavalry

Free World (4):  4th Brigade (Fusiliers of Oriente); 4th Marik Militia; 6th Orloff Grenadiers; 4th Regulan Hussars

Lyrans (19):  8th Arcturan Guards RCT; 19th Arcturan Guards; 23rd Arcturan Guards; 24th Arcturan Guards RCT; 4th Donegal Guards RCT; 5th Donegal Guards RCT; 10th Donegal Guards RCT; 12th Donegal Guards RCT; 13th Donegal Guards; 5th Lyran Guards RCT; 13th Lyran Guards RCT; 26th Lyran Guards RCT; 32nd Lyran Guards RCT; 7th Lyran Regulars; 8th Lyran Regulars; 9th Lyran Regulars; 11th Lyran Regulars; 22nd Skye Rangers; Winfield’s Brigade

Rasalhague (13):  2nd Drakon; 3rd Drakon; 4th Drakon; 1st Freemen; 2nd Freemen; 1st Hussars; 2nd Hussars; 3rd Hussars; 2nd Kavalleri; 3rd Kavalleri; 4th Kavalleri; Gunzburg Eagles; 1st Tyr Assault Regiment

Kurita (27):  2nd Alshain Regulars, 3rd Alshain Regulars, 5th Alshain Regulars; 7th Alshain Regulars; 10th Alshain Regulars; 11th Alshain Regulars, 2nd Amphigean Light Assault Group; 4th Arkab Legion; 9th Benjamin Regulars; 40th Dieron Regulars; 41st Dieron Regulars; 19th Galedon Regulars; 3rd Ghost Regiment; 7th Ghost Regiment; 8th Ghost Regiment; 12th Ghost Regiment; 11th Legion of Vega; 14th Legion of Vega; 4th Pesht Regulars; 6th Pesht Regulars; 9th Pesht Regulars ; 10th Pesht Regulars; 11th Pesht Regulars; 4th Prosperina Hussars; 1st Shin Legion; 2nd Shin Legion; 9th Sun Zhang Academy Cadre

Fed-Com (7):  3rd FedCom RCT; 6th FedCom RCT; 8th FedCom RCT; Hot Springs TMM; Laurent Tamar TMM; Twycross TMM; Wotan TMM

Davion (16):  1st Federated Suns Armored Cavalry (AFFS); 11th Avalon Hussars RCT; 22nd Avalon Hussars RCT; 33rd Avalon Hussars RCT; 39th Avalon Hussars RCT; 41st Avalon Hussars RCT; 42nd Avalon Hussars RCT (AFFS); 1st Ceti Hussars; 2nd Chisholm’s Raiders RCT; 5th Crucis Lancers RCT; 8th Crucis Lancers RCT; 5th Davion Guards RCT; 12th Deneb Light Cavalry; 15th Deneb Light Cavalry; 1st Robinson Rangers; 8th Syrtis Fusiliers RCT

Mercenaries (33):  Narhal's Raiders (2 Regiments); Lexington Combat Group (180th Dragoon Group; 32nd Recon Group); 2nd Regiment (12th Star Guards); 7th Regiment (12th Star Guards); 151st Light Horse (Eridani Light Horse); Dioscuri; Blue Star Irregulars (3 regiments); plus 22 unnamed mercenary regiments

OMG!  One hundred and twenty-two (122) Regiments and RCTs lost to date.  A quarter of them mercenary.  This is higher than canon because of the Clans willingness in this AU to target JumpShips and strand the defenders, not allowing them to Jump away and live to fight another day.


Survivors:  Hansen's Roughriders; 21st Centauri Lancers; Lexington Combat Group (241st Battle Group); 1st Argyle Lancers; 2nd Ceti Hussars; 3rd Ceti Hussars; 4th Deneb Light Cavalry; 5th Deneb Light Cavalry*; 8th Deneb Light Cavalry*; 10th Deneb Light Cavalry*; 1st Lyran Regulars*; 15th Lyran Regulars*; Legion of the Rising Sun; 1st Regiment (12th Star Guards)*; 3rd Regiment (12th Star Guards); Grey Death Legion*; 1st Screaming Eagles*; 2nd Screaming Eagles*; 21st Striker (Eridani Light Horse)*; 71st Light Horse (Eridani Light Horse)*

These are units that faced the Clans and survived.  Those marked with an Asterisk (*) took losses of 50% or higher.


Clans

At the conclusion of Wave III, the Clans are hurting.  They are all out replacements, so lost without you . . . sorry.  Got Air Supply stuck in my head today, for some reason.  While they retain all of their units with which they began the invasion (other than those second-line Clusters destroyed in Chainelaine), some are woefully understength at the end of Wave III.  Overall, the Clans are probably hovering at around 80% of their book strength right now; with some Clans better off and others (Fire Mandrills, Steel Vipers, and Jaguars) worse.  And except for those reserves close by (a Shark Galaxy, a Falcon Galaxy, two Bear Galaxies, and two Scorpion Galaxies), it will be at least three months before new replacement Warriors arrive.

So, like Jar-Jar says:  OUCH-TIME!

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on July 18, 2012, 04:38:06 PM
I'm not sure how to phrase this without sounding like I'm attacking your preferred style. I'll try my best, but let me be clear, this is meant as an honest question and not an attack on this project. (I should mention, I enjoy reading the project, regardless of whether or not it is the style I prefer.)

What villains do you have left? It seems a concentrated effort is underway to eliminate any character that has the slightest mustache-twirling tendencies (Waterly, Chistu, Romano, Steel Viper Khan whose name I forget, etc.) or are villainous due to a single poor decision (Sandoval) , even ones that may have had solid motivation or plot line behind them. It seems to make it harder to grab onto any specific character as a protagonist, since foils are lacking. Both the Clans and select IS personalities are left in "hero" type roles with very few characters to act as foils, since they both seem to come from largely "pure" motivations. It's not so much shades of grey, but shades of "kind of off white" and any of the contrasting tones seem to have been eliminated. Is this intentional, or simply the result of desires to "fix" certain characters or story lines? If more of the latter, it might be worth keeping in mind for the future (bearing in mind, this is simply one reader's opinion).
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 18, 2012, 08:04:36 PM
Royal Palace, The Triad, Tharkad City
Tharkad, Lyran Commonwealth, the Federated Commonwealth
November 10, 3043

   
“Morgan!” Melissa said with a smile as she recognized the face on the other end of the HPG connection, but then her smile faded at the somber look on the face of the Marshall of the Federated Commonwealth.  “What is so urgent, you requested a real-time link?”

“Archon Steiner-Davion,” the burly man said with a bow.  “We have a problem.”

Melissa felt a chill run through her, but she kept her face carefully neutral.  “Perhaps we can find a solution.”

“I hope we can, Your Majesty.  General of the Armies Nondi Steiner has issued a warning order to all Lyran Regiments and Regimental Combat Teams; they are to prepare to withdraw from their current defensive positions and assemble at Santana.”

“Oh, my God,” whispered the Archon.  “Have you rescinded the order?”

“I have, and she contacted me directly—she is in command of the Lyran State Forces, and they have bled enough, she told me.  Until Wolf moves his Grand Army into action, 'she will not allow a Davion appointee to spill another drop of Lyran blood'.  And that is close to a direct quote,” Morgan looked down, and then he lifted his face again.  “Melissa, I can remove her—I have the authority.  But there is a difference between authority and ability.  If I sack her, even for cause . . .”

“I understand, Morgan,” Melissa said quietly.  “Let me talk to her.”

“Of course, Archon,” he said with a second bow.  “We need those troops, manning the lines—the Clans broke through our first line of defense, and without them we have no prayer of holding on the Kandersteg-Pandora-La Grave line.”

“You will have them, Marshal Hasek-Davion.  You have my word on it.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Morgan paused and he nodded.  “The casualty lists have been grim, of late.  But we are bleeding them, and the end is in sight.  We just have to have the will to keep on fighting a little while longer.”

Melissa nodded.  “Is there anything else you need at Pandora, Marshal?”

“No, Your Majesty.”

“I will speak with her at once, then,” Melissa nodded to the ComStar tech who ended the transmission.  And she tapped her fingernails against the marble topped desk for several minutes before turning to her assistant.  “Inform Aunt Nondie I need to speak with her immediately—and request Leutnant-General Malvin to join us as well.”

*****************************************************************

“You wanted to see me, Archon Melissa?” the sour-faced woman asked as she entered the Archon’s spacious office.

“Yes, Aunt Nondie.  I did,” Melissa said as she slowly drummed her nails against the desktop.  “Rescind this order you passed to the LCAF withdrawing them from Morgan’s defensive line.”

Nondi snorted.  “Morgan and Hanse are using the LCAF, Melissa!  They are gutting our most loyal formations so that they can replace them with Davion sympathizers.  Perhaps you do not see this, but I do!  Your mother appointed me as General of the Armies; you confirmed that appointment.  I do not answer to a lap dog of Hanse Davion!”

“Are you referring to me or Marshal Hasek-Davion?” Melissa asked coolly.

The old woman jerked.  “Not you, Archon.  I would never say that about you—but Hanse has convinced you of the ‘wisdom’ of his strategy, hasn't he?  He will destroy your troops until there is no one left loyal to you.  Let his troops bleed this enemy, while Lyran soldiers prepare for a counter-offensive that will sweep them away!”

Now the tapping on the desk came to a halt, and Melissa glared at her aunt—Katrina’s sister.  “Aunt Nondie, I suggest that you take a leave of absence—you are in need of rest.”

“No, girl.  I am as fit as a horse, and I will protect your interests as long as I wear this uniform.”

Melissa sighed.  “Don’t make me do this, Aunt Nondie.”

“Blood is thicker than water, girl—Katrina taught you that.  And your husband and his stooges have spilt far too much Lyran blood.”

Melissa stood, and if her heart was breaking, none could see it in the set stone of her face.  “General of the Armies Nondi Steiner—I hereby revoke your commission in the Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces.  I strip from you all rank and privileges exceeding those of a Colonel and order that you immediately be discharged from Our service—in dishonor.  You are then to stand trial by public courts-martial for your failure in your duty and your treason against the Commonwealth.”

Christopher Malvin, the commander of the Royal Guards Brigade winced and Nondi just stared at her niece in horror.  “Mel-. . .”

“Silence.  OR, in lieu of that, you can immediately resign your commission in light of issues with your health; in which case, we will speak no more of this, and I shall not break you in public, General Steiner,” Melissa said carefully and calmly.  “You will retire, and remove yourself to the estates I am awarding you on Poulsbo, never again to leave that world without my express permission—or I will have you publically tried for treason.  And following that trial's conclusion, I will see you hung by the neck until dead in the Courtyard of the Triad.”

No one spoke.  “Decide now, General Steiner.  But either way, you are no longer my Aunt—you are no longer part of my family.”

Nondi’s knees buckled and her shoulders sagged.  “I-I’ll resign,” she whispered.

Melissa slid a piece of paper across her desk.  “Your letter of resignation, General Steiner.  Sign.”

And Nondi did.

Melissa stood and she took the letter and read it, before handing it to a servant.  “See that this is filed with the Estates-General immediately,” she ordered.  “Leutnant-General Malvin, escort this woman from my presence and place her aboard the first DropShip departing Tharkad.  You are dismissed.”

And without another look at her mother’s sister, Melissa sat back down at her desk and took the next piece of paper from her inbox.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 18, 2012, 09:49:56 PM
I'm not sure how to phrase this without sounding like I'm attacking your preferred style. I'll try my best, but let me be clear, this is meant as an honest question and not an attack on this project. (I should mention, I enjoy reading the project, regardless of whether or not it is the style I prefer.)

What villains do you have left? It seems a concentrated effort is underway to eliminate any character that has the slightest mustache-twirling tendencies (Waterly, Chistu, Romano, Steel Viper Khan whose name I forget, etc.) or are villainous due to a single poor decision (Sandoval) , even ones that may have had solid motivation or plot line behind them. It seems to make it harder to grab onto any specific character as a protagonist, since foils are lacking. Both the Clans and select IS personalities are left in "hero" type roles with very few characters to act as foils, since they both seem to come from largely "pure" motivations. It's not so much shades of grey, but shades of "kind of off white" and any of the contrasting tones seem to have been eliminated. Is this intentional, or simply the result of desires to "fix" certain characters or story lines? If more of the latter, it might be worth keeping in mind for the future (bearing in mind, this is simply one reader's opinion).

No problems.  Let me think this over and I'll get back to you.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 19, 2012, 03:07:26 PM
Jump Point Pesht-4
Pesht, Draconis Combine
November 11, 3043

   
Nine massive vessels emerged from Jump spaced out around the proximity point between Pesht and its airless moon.  The invaders included two Black Lion-class battle cruisers, a Congress-class frigate, three Lola III-class destroyers, an Essex-class destroyer, and a pair of York-class carriers, but other than unmanned sensor platforms, the jump point was undefended.  The ships gathered in formation, launching fourteen Death Dancer-class assault DropShips and two hundred and ten OmniFighters that assumed station on the perimeter.

The Clan Fleet waited until their parasites fully deployed, but no further ships arrived and then they began to accelerate—not towards the planet, but instead to the moon.  General Jinjiro Nishizawa, the Combine’s commander of the aerospace forces assigned to Pesht, realized quickly that the Clans knew of his hidden base, and he began launching fighters and assault DropShips of his own.  Two hundred and sixteen fighters, supported by thirty-four Avenger- and Achilles-class vessels, lifted off from the surface and moved to engage their foes.

The Clan fighter and DropShip screen merged with those of the Dragon, and the blackness of space was lit by scores of explosions.  Supporting the fighters, the WarShips fired salvo after salvo of nimble capital missiles into the furball, even as the Sabres, Sholagars, and Shilones tried to cut a path for the heavy assault ships and Slayers.  In numbers, the fighter pilots were evenly matched, and the close knife-fighting ranges which the high-speed and acceleration possessed by the nimble little craft allowed largely negated the range advantage possessed by the Clans—it did little against their superior firepower, but in close both sides began to ravage each other with beams, shells, and missiles.

Thirty-six Slayers broke through the screen and bored down on the waiting WarShips, but now the combined missile fire of all nine Clan vessels concentrated against the strike squadron, while their main batteries turned on the larger and more easily targeted assault ships trailing behind.

The fight was short, vicious, and utterly unforgiving—despite suffering heavy damage to the destroyer Sabre Cat, the Clans emerged victorious as the final Achilles died sixty kilometers from the WarShips; only forty-two Combine fighters survived the exchange, trying to husband the last of their fuel until they could make it back to the planet.  The Clans too suffered heavily, with fifty-one fighters returning to their bays—along with a mere two Death Dancers.

The Jaguars and Nova Cats continued on the moon, and from orbit, their WarShips annihilated the bases from which General Nishizawa had launched his strike; only then did they return to the jump point and summon the JumpShips bearing the Clan’s real touman began to emerge.

No sooner than the first pair of JumpShips emerged than the challenge arrived from Pesht itself.  General Akira Kurita—a distant cousin of the Coordinator—was in command, and he offered the location where he would defend:  Andrassy, the capital of Pesht and a city that more than six million civilians called home.

Brandon Howell, Khan of the Jaguars did not bother to reply, but consulted his maps and nodded his appreciation for Kurita’s strategy.  Andrassy was built on an island some twenty-one kilometers in length and nearly four wide.  Sprawling suburbs spread out from the island on both the north and south banks of the river, but Kurita had indicated that the heavily urbanized island itself was his chosen location. 

The Fleet moved into orbit, and twenty full Clusters of Jaguars and Nova Cats dropped onto the surface—a safe distance away from the city, while the WarShips englobed the planet with orders to kill any Combine DropShip attempting to flee.

Many within the inner circle of Brandon Howell and Sarah Weaver (the Jaguar saKhan) argued that the Jaguars should simply destroy the city from orbit—but Howell knew well the ilKhan’s orders, and he believed that here, on Pesht, his Jaguars would show their true worth.

What Khan Howell did not realize, however, was that via a herculean effort, General Kurita had evacuated the entire civilian population of Andrassy Island—and he had transformed that densely packed urban area with its skyscrapers and soaring towers into a killing field for his eleven ‘Mech regiments, fourteen armored regiments, and sixteen regiments of fanatical infantry troopers.

And so it was, that as the Jaguars began to encircle the island and try to find a beachhead in what his troops had dubbed the Cauldron, General Akira Kurita smiled.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 19, 2012, 06:56:15 PM
Andrassy Island, Andrassy
Pesht, Draconis Combine
November 11, 3043


Three full Galaxies of Jaguars landed to the south of the city; the shorter northern coastline was occupied by the lone Nova Cat Galaxy.  Captured maps showed that the river section to the north was relatively deep, with a muddy bottom—but three bridges connected the island to the mainland here.  The southern shore was wide, but fairly shallow and featured a bottom of rock and claw—strong enough to support the Jaguar OmniMechs . . . perhaps.  Seven bridges crossed the river on this side, but Khans Howell and West were well aware that these bridges were bound to be sited in by the defenders—and possibly mined.

Still, the first actions were at those bridges, where Stars of combat engineer trained Elementals carefully crossed, searching for hidden explosives while engaging the infantry pillboxes and strongpoint’s the Combine had built.  For six hours, the bulk of the Jaguars and Cats waited while a vicious close-quarters battle was being waged on—and beneath—the bridges. 

Howell and West, having suspended zellbrigen each landed one of their Provisional Garrison Clusters—equipped with artillery vehicles; the smoke rounds from these third-line Warriors provided the Elementals with cover as they fought the fanatical Kurita infantry and disarmed explosive charges.

In the meantime, Khan Howell ordered another Trinary of Elementals outfitted with UMU (underwater maneuvering units) in place of their SRM launchers; a small laser replacing their AP Gauss Rifle.  Assigned to search the bottom of the river for surprises, these nautical Elementals discovered that the riverbed had been liberally sewn with mines, covering nearly every possible approach . . . save one.

One section of the southern arm of the river shallowed to the point where the current was too much for the mines to remain embedded in the floor; that same current was hazardous to OmniMechs, but the risks were deemed as acceptable.  Still, Khan Howell was not wholly convinced that the clear lane had not been planned by defenders of Pesht.

Low-level recon flights by fighters outfitted with Active Probes revealed the interlocked bunkers that covered that section of the river front, and Howell knew that his opponent was waiting for him to discover the ‘neglected’ sector and charge across.  As night fell on the first day of the Battle of Pesht, Howell prepared to make his move.

A massive barrage of smoke rounds concealed the southern shore from the Andrassy, just as the sun dipped below the horizon—meanwhile, Trinarys of light and medium-weight OmniMechs began to storm across the bridges cleared by the engineer Elementals.  Preplanned artillery barrages showed down on the bridges—but the move had been only a feint.

Alpha and Beta Galaxy moved into the open stretch of the river void of mines under the coverage of the smoke screen and gingerly made their way across; just before they emerged from the water, however, the combined aerospace fighters of the Jaguars streaked by overhead, releasing tons of bombs upon the heads of the defenders dug in on the island.  Reeling from the incredible blow, the Kurita defenders were not prepared to contest the beachhead with the elite OmniMechs and Elementals of Alpha and Beta Galaxy where they emerged from the water.

Flares of explosions and the staccato bursts of tracer fire lit the night, as searing flashes of lasers and PPC bolts reached out to hit the attackers and defenders alike.  The defending infantry and tanks fought to the last man, but they were unable to repel the Jaguars as Khan Howell secured a narrow strip of land and one of the city’s parks.

Simultaneously, two Clusters of Delta Galaxy loaded up in their DropShips and still under the cover of the dense smoke screen, they hovered across the river to emerge in sight of the astonished defenders—‘Mech and Elementals jumped from heights of just fifty and one hundred meters, even as the DropShips absorbed impact after impact from the defenders of the southern bridgeheads.  The Cloud Rangers lived up to their name as the 4th and 214th Jaguar Dragoons landed on the island and held their salient until the remainder of Delta could rush across the bridges—against whom the defending fire had suddenly lessened—to reinforce them.

Throughout the night, intense firefights raged up and down the boulevards and avenues of Andrassy City as the Jaguars pushed deeper in to the island in an effort to link up.  No quarter was given or asked for—by either side; and the rules of war quickly fell to the wayside as well.  Soon enough, neither side had was able to summon air support, as the dueling fighters clashed in the night sky above, and the Jaguars rain of artillery smoke shells was replaced with laser-guided homing munitions and cluster rockets called in blindly.

By dawn, Andrassy was covered in thick cloud of smoke and ash from the burning and collapsed buildings, and the Jaguars had bulled their way through a third of the city—all three Jaguar Galaxies having linked up in the night.  Both sides were utterly exhausted by thirteen hours of nearly constant conflict—but Brandon Howell had brought his DropShips across the river and rotated units back throughout the night to rearm, sometimes to exchange pod configurations before heading back into the fray.  He would not make the mistakes Showers and Osis had made in the past of not having enough supplies close at hand.

General Kurita was bleeding the Jaguars for each square meter of ground that they gained, but the causalities were far from one-sided:  over half of his own ‘Mechs were light-weight Panthers and Jenners; no match for the heavy and assault Ebon Jaguars, Warhawks, and Dire Wolfs that steadily advanced meter by meter.  Still, the close-quarters combat was bleeding the Jaguars for every block they took; one enterprising DCMS officer flooded a portion of the city’s sewer system with natural gas—the resulting explosion shattered the 225th Battle Cluster and utterly destroyed two blocks of skyscrapers.

In response, the Congress-class frigate Snow Leopard opened fire from orbit and tore the heart out of two blocks still in the hands of the Combine.  Khan Howell contacted General Kurita by radio and informed him that the bombardment was in retaliation of the actions of the Draconis officer who fired the gas mains—he vowed to reply in kind to any further such use of WMD as well.

Halfway through the morning, the exhausted Combine pilots—all seventy-three of them—climbed back into their cockpits as the Nova Cats on the north shore launched their assault.  One hundred carefully husbanded Cat pilots—in undamaged OmniFighters and rested—met them in the sky; thirty minutes later, the Combine had no air cover remaining.  The sixty-four Cat survivors returned to base and refueled and rearmed; then they returned in company of the one hundred and six surviving Jaguars to support the Nova Cat river crossing.

Throughout the night, the Cats had slowly infiltrated Elementals across the river—losing five percent of their number in the process; beset by the massive aerial attack and the sudden appearance of the Elemental infantry, Khan West managed to take two of the three bridges by storm.  The third had not been completely cleared by the Elemental engineers during the night; they had missed one demolition charge in the center span.  And the bunker which controlled that demolition survived both the air attack and the battle-armored infantry assault.

The explosive collapse of the bridge took with it two-third of the 489th Assault Cluster and the Vision Keshik—Khan West assumed command of Alpha Galaxy from the Nova Cat Keshik, which safely crossed one of the other two bridges.

Caught between two fires, the Kurita perimeter slowly shrank, but the combat raged within narrow streets hemmed in by the towering buildings.  The costs of fighting within the Cauldron doubled, and then doubled again, as the relentless unstopping assault was met by fanatical defenders who refused to give up even a millimeter of ground without a fight.

By nightfall, the entire city was ablaze from the northernmost spur of land to the docks on the southern end facing out to sea.  Now in its second consecutive day, the battle dissolved in certain sectors to hand-to-hand combat amongst the ‘Mechs, with broken and battered Atlases and Dragons pummeling and being pummeled by the Jaguars and Cats.

Their troops utterly worn out by the constant fighting, Khans West and Howell pulled back, away from the current lines and gave their Warriors a small respite as Techs rushed to bolt on new armor plates and replace damaged weapons and empty magazines.  Although Akira Kurita would have liked nothing more than to launch a counter-attack, his troops as well were drained of all energy, and he too took advantage of the lull to prepare for the following morn.

An hour before dawn, the assault resumed and it continued for the next nineteen hours before the sounds of the guns finally fell silent on the third day of the battle.  Every soldier assigned to the defense of the Cauldron lay dead—fifteen thousand in all, including the pilots lost in the sky and in space.  The city itself was in ruins, filled with shattered and scorched buildings, without power or water, with fires raging out of control.

The Jaguars and Nova Cats stood victorious—but the cost was staggering.  Storied Clusters, such as the 7th Jaguar Dragoons, the 362nd Assault Cluster, the 225th Battle Cluster, the 1st Jaguar Cavaliers, the 4th Jaguar Dragoons, and the 19th Striker Cluster had to be disbanded; their troops divided amongst the shattered remains of Alpha and Beta Galaxy (Delta being temporarily stricken from the Jaguar rolls).  Even with the these Clusters being broken up, no unit in Alpha or Beta reported in at more than sixty percent of authorized strength.  The Jaguars had lost half their total strength in the Inner Sphere in this one fight, although his Techs promised the Khan that they could restore one hundred—perhaps even two hundred—of the OmniMechs lost in the fighting; once they were recovered from the battlefield that is.  Manning them would be another matter completely.

The Cats did not suffer quite so much, but then they avoided the earliest and some of the bloodiest hours of the fighting.  Still, of the five Clusters which they began, the 489th Assault Cluster and 7th Nova Cat Guards had to be disbanded—and if the remaining three could field one hundred OmniMechs between them, Khan West would have been surprised.

But Kendrick Wheeler and most (not all, but most) of his film crews had lived—and they caught the entire battle in living color on film. 
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 20, 2012, 01:16:29 AM
I knew that sneaky bastard Wheeler was around somewhere.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: XaosGorilla on July 20, 2012, 01:35:30 AM
I was expecting some sort of submarine attack while the Jag mechs were still in the water.  Those LRTs triggering flooding in 'mechs can be such a pain.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 20, 2012, 04:40:13 AM
Yeah the Dracs are usually more sneaky than that
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 20, 2012, 02:07:13 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
November 20, 3043


“Khan Djerassi, you want us to leave our conquests undefended, before we get any of our reinforcements from the homeworlds, and engage Wolf’s Grand Army in a battle that you admit we might not win?  Tell me how I am to sell that to the other Khans?” Yvonne asked, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Never mind,” she continued before Nikolai could say a word, “that carrying out this attack will derail the invasion schedule completely—and force us to declare a halt for the next six months . . . at a minimum!  If we win.”

Nikolai waited to be certain the ilKhan had finished her rant and he sat down the tall goblet of golden pilsner on the side table.  He looked into the eyes of his fellow Khans—Marion Truscott, Jake Fletcher, Amanda Tseng, Peter McKenna, Pavel Kerensky, Olivia Sutherland, Mark Steiner, Ulric Kerensky, and their saKhans—then he nodded.

“And if we do not launch a preemptive strike against the Grand Army, while we have the chance to do so . . . what will that mean, ilKhan Hazen?  Jaime Wolf has between thirty-five and one hundred regiments of BattleMechs at his disposal; depending on which source of information you trust.  No offense, saKhan Kerensky,” he said the Black Widow, who sat beside Ulric.  He had protested against her being present, but the ilKhan had overruled him.

“None taken, Khan Djerassi,” Natasha answered.

“If we do nothing, then Wolf will roll out those forces and hit us with a sledgehammer we are ill-prepared to stop:  ten thousand BattleMechs, fifteen thousand tanks and armored combat vehicles, more than two thousand aerospace fighters, and more than a quarter of a million infantry!  Not to mention between six and fifty WarShips!  Those numbers are on the high side of our estimates of what he has—I believe he has somewhere around half.  If he can choose when and where to use that power, my Khans, then we are fucked.”

The Khans—except for Natasha—winced at the deliberate use of such crude lower-caste profanity by the Scorpion, but Yvonne slowly nodded.  Nikolai met her gaze and he too nodded.  “If Wolf attacks in force, no single Clan here in the Inner Sphere can stop him.  We will lose the fighting touman of three, perhaps four, or even five Clans before we can even slow him.  And he is not the only threat; we have destroyed more than one hundred regiments of Inner Sphere troops—luckily for them, they only have five times as many more to throw against us!”

Marion and Jake winced, most of the others stirred in their seats, but Amanda, Natasha, and Ulric allowed no expression to reach their faces.  “We can no longer lie to ourselves; the Clans of Kerensky simply do not have the manpower from our thirty-three inhabited star systems back in the Pentagon and the Tanite Worlds and the Homeworlds, to successfully take and garrison 2,000 worlds in the Inner Sphere!  We literally cannot do so.”

Yvonne sat back, her face drained of all color.  “And we have failed in our purpose then; Revival has failed.”

“Perhaps not, ilKhan,” Nikolai answered with a sly grin.

Every Khan and saKhan present leaned forward, wanting to hear his answer.

“Revival had to be attempted—if only because the most devoted and fanatical Crusader Clans would consider nothing else.  But, if we can carry out a spoiling attack against Wolf’s Grand Army on Tukayyid—if we can eliminate that threat hanging our us, then perhaps we can present the Inner Sphere with terms of a truce.  A truce that will allow us to consolidate, recover, and—most importantly—give us the time to bring men and equipment and defenses forward.  We will have secured a beachhead in the Inner Sphere, and given enough time for us to fortify it properly, nothing the Inner Sphere does can dislodge us.”

Nikolai lifted his goblet and took another sip of the rich frothy golden liquid and he smacked his lips.  “And once we have recovered our strength, replaced our casualties, and made certain our enclaves here are secure, we can still move on our final target—Terra.”

“With no supply lines, with our flanks open to attack from all sides?” asked Ulric.  “We disregarded this idea long ago; it is too risky.”

“Khan Kerensky—we do not have the strength of arms, not in numbers at least, to drive all the way to Terra and hold every world we take in our wake.  Not even if we brought every last Warrior and Sibkin in the Homeworlds forward.  And every day we delay, we let our enemies grow stronger.”  Nikolai paused and he turned his attention back to Natasha.  “I am correct in that, saKhan Kerensky, quiaff?”

“Aff,” she said.  “Star League equipment was just starting to reach units destined for your Wave IV worlds when I left,” she grinned.  “The Grand Army already has it.  And light powered armor for Jaime’s infantry troopers—not in any great numbers yet, but you know how many suits of Elemental armor you can produce in a short time.  Do not doubt that capabilities of the Inner Sphere’s factories in a crisis.”

“Win or lose, we must throw the die, ilKhan Hazen, my Khans,” Nikolai continued.  “We cannot afford to continue to take the losses that the Jaguars and Cats suffered on Pesht—or the Falcons on Deia.  The Ravens on Parakoila.  The Wolves and Coyotes on Tamar.  We are being bled white, and while we remain combat effective, we will not for many more such Waves—and that is when Jaime Wolf will come crashing down upon us like a tsunami.”

Nikolai lifted his beer and took another sip; he didn’t say another word, but instead allowed each of the Khans present to consider what had been spoken.

One by one each Khan and saKhan nodded, until Yvonne stood.  "Khan Djerassi; it is your plan.  You are willing to accept the consequences that the Khans will demand if it fails?"

"I am, ilKhan Hazen."

“Very well.  I will find a way to convince Timur Malthus—and then we will assemble a Strike Force such as the Clans have never before fielded.  And we will obliterate this Grand Army of the Inner Sphere.”

“Seyla,” responded Nikolai and the other Khans . . . but out of the corner of his eye the Khan of the Goliath Scorpions noticed that Natasha’s eyes had never left him.  And he shivered.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Warclaw on July 20, 2012, 05:02:49 PM
And still, despite everything they have learned...despite recognizing the sheer impossibility of the task they have set themselves, their arrogance and pride will not allow them to say "enough, we have not yet lost, but we cannot win.  It is time to seek another path."

Even if this Hail-Mary pass works, the Toumans will be shattered.  They will be throwing away not just men and equipment, they will be sacrificing hard won experience.  The Elite of the Clans will be gutted.  Replacing the bodies and tools is possible, but to put a rookie, no matter how talented, in place of a veteran?  NOT an even trade.

MAYBE they can buy time...but at what price?  And what happens when the time runs out?

They won't consider it, but they should be considering a negotiated peace NOW.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 20, 2012, 08:08:43 PM
It is against Clan Nature and Natasha is ready to stick the poisoned dirk into someone's back
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 21, 2012, 08:36:48 PM
Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
November 22, 3043


“Tell me this is not happening,” groaned Nikolai as he read the dispatch from the ilKhan.  “Can they not stop fighting among themselves for five minutes!” the Scorpion Khan snarled as he stood and hurled the datapad into the wall, where it shattered into a hundred pieces.

Star Captain Jason Scott shook his head and poured two fingers of whiskey into a tumbler for his Khan.  “It has been confirmed, my Khan—all of it.  The heavy casualties that the Mandrill Kindraas experienced in Wave III, combined with the uprisings on their Wave I and II worlds—and the absolute brutal manner in which they and the Spirits put down those uprisings—led Kindraa Leader Sainze to challenge Tanaga for the rank of Khan.  Both Warriors died during the Trial.”  Jason snorted as he handed the crystal tumbler to Nikolai, who took a sip of the smoky amber liquid.  “saKhan Payne, on the other hand—who should have taken over in the interim—was apparently unable to accept the nearly complete loss of the 1st Battle Payne on Byesville.  He received word that the Khan and Kindraa Leader Sainze were both dead, acknowledged it, passed on his orders for all the Kindraa to carry on, returned to his quarters, and blew his own brains with his sidearm.”

Nikolai took another slug, as Jason continued.  “Loremaster Victoria Tanaga has refused to the assume the post of Khan; but she and three other surviving Kindraa leaders blocked Kindraa Leader Grant when he tried to claim the post—needless to say, the ilKhan is quite furious over the whole matter.”

“I bet she is,” Nikolai muttered.  “Have they started actual combat amongst themselves yet?”

“So far, no—but Star Colonel Adriane Payne is withdrawing 1st Striker Payne and the eight survivors from the 1st Battle Payne back to Richmond.  Kindraa Mick-Kreese reports they have thirteen Stars of Warriors that remain combat effective and has requested to be removed from Wave IV operations—Mattila-Carrol is not much better off.  Beyl-Grant and Kline report at 60% and 70%, respectively, while Sainze and Faraday-Tanaga each claim to be able to field 80% of their full-strength order of battle for the Invasion.”

“And the Spirits?”

“They remain in relatively good condition, my Khan.  Khan McFadden claims the Spirits eleven Clusters are able to field eighty-eight percent of his initial strength; he was able to make that claim only by using every single replacement Warrior he had in the Inner Sphere—and by abandoning his holdings on Fredotto and breaking up the 441st Crimson Guards to fill the holes in his rank and file.”

“The Mandrills already abandoned their enclave, did they not?” Nikolai shook his head again.

“They did and they integrated the 12th Support Cluster into Faraday-Tanaga’s line units; which leaves the Nova Cats alone on Fredotto with the 4th Nova Cat Regulars to defend those facilities—both the Spirits and Mandrills have also called forward their PGCs; I understand that Khan West is rather . . . perturbed by the sudden abandonment of the enclaves without any prior notice.”

“No doubt,” whispered Nikolai.

“Luckily,” Jason said with an ironic smile, “the ilKhan’s Grand Kurultai starts tomorrow—so every Khan and saKhan, except for the Mandrills, of course, will be here on Memmingen.  She wants to meet with you tonight, however—1800 hours to be exact.”

“Inform her that I will be there,” Nikolai said in a sour tone, and then he frowned again.  “What else has gone wrong, pray tell?”

“You have a guest, my Khan—saKhan Kerensky of Clan Wolf.  She is waiting in the outer office.”

Nikolai stood and he downed the rest of the whiskey in a single swallow.  “Send her in,” he commanded.

Jason bowed slightly and exited the office; Nikolai could hear his aide, “This way, saKhan.”

Natasha Kerensky walked in through the door, and Jason closed it softly behind her.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, saKhan Kerensky?” Khan Djerassi said.

“So formal and staid, Nikolai—not at all like I remember the Scorpions from my day,” she answered with a smile.  And then pointed to the whiskey bottle.  “For me?” she cooed.

“For me; the Mandrills are adding to my headaches.”

Natasha laughed and she took a tumbler and poured herself a glass, sipped the well-aged Scotch and she nodded appreciatively.  “You keep the good stuff for yourself, I see; you do not look well at all, Nikolai—perhaps you need to find a pleasure girl and couple.”

The Scorpion walked around his desk and he poured a half-shot into his own glass and sat down, motioning towards another arm-chair for Natasha, who also sat and crossed her legs.

“Thank you for the concern, Natasha, if I may use your given name?”

“You may.”

“What brings you here on the eve of the Grand Kurultai?”

The Black Widow leaned forward.  “I want to know what you problem with me is.”

Nikolai barked out a laugh.  “Simple enough to rectify—I do not trust you, Natasha.  I have no idea what game you are playing, but you are playing us; that much I know.”

“So why not accuse me openly?”

“I have no evidence, only my . . . instinct.  Had I evidence, you would be dead.”

Natasha laughed.  “Oh, I have missed the Clans so much, Nikolai.  I could challenge you to a Trial of Grievance for your accusations, quiaff?”

“Aff.  And if we fought in OmniMechs, you would win, quiaff?”

“Aff.  Which is why you would choose unaugmented, or perhaps unaugmented with melee weapons—quite possibly with your zulkari, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

“You would still lose,” she answered with a smile and took another sip of whiskey.

“Perhaps,” answered the Scorpion, “though that is by no means certain.”

Natasha nodded.  “So you will not challenge me without evidence, and I cannot challenge you without risking life and limb in a knife fight—whatever will we do now?”

“What we must, Natasha Kerensky.  That is all that anyone can ever do.  Is that why you came here, to discover only why I dislike you so?”

“Oh, I have more questions for you—what are you playing at, Nikolai?”

Nikolai snorted.  “Twenty questions, quiaff?  I will answer the truth if you do the same—quid pro quo, Natasha Kerensky.”

“I had forgotten the Scorpion passion for ferreting out secrets; it is a refreshing change.  I will agree to your terms—but I ask first.”

“Ask.”

“Why did you engineer this Invasion?  You were the one behind it—it was your vote which authorized Operation Revival . . . so why?”

Nikolai took a sip of scotch.  “Sometimes the best way to teach children that a hot object is not meant to held in one’s bare hands is let them get burnt—the Clans were going to invade.  I took the opportunity to try and shape the invasion—to teach my fellow Khans that perhaps we cannot conquer the Inner Sphere in the manner which they have dreamed of for a hundred years.”

The Black Widow’s eyes went wide and she smiled.  “You did this, knowing they would fail?”

Nikolai shook his head—and he smiled.  “Nice try.  My turn . . . where do your loyalties lie, Natasha Kerensky?”

“With myself.  For my next ques-. . .”

“You have already asked it,” interrupted Nikolai.  “I expected them to fail—though not so soon.  Revival, in its original form, was fatally flawed, saKhan Kerensky.  With just four—perhaps seven including reserve—Clans part of the Invasion, those who stayed would inevitably blame the Invaders for the loss.  It would eventually bog down into a bloody stalemate; we do not have the numbers to successfully conquer the Great Houses—it is a mathematical fact.  And the discord between the 'failed' Invaders and the Clans who remained behind would tear apart our society; this way no one can claim it would have been different if I was there.”

“Such depths, Scorpion.  I am impressed.  I understand from Ulric that you engineered the Annihilation of the Burrocks—as a training exercise.”  She smiled again and took another sip.  And then she sat back up straight and her eyes glistened.  “You are a Warden, still, aren’t you?”

The Scorpion grinned.  “No one has ever asked that of me—but yes.  I remain a Warden and I believe that the Clans should not be here as conquerors, but as allies and as an example.  Does Jaime Wolf really have one hundred BattleMech Regiments in his Grand Army?”

“Nope.  I . . . exaggerated a little bit.  Your estimate is closer to reality; you don’t expect to win there do you?”

“That depends on your definition of winning, does it not?”

“It does,” Natasha answered with a grin of her own.  “You hope that Jaime smashes this force into bloody ruin—you want the Clans to suffer a defeat don’t you?”

“I want . . .,” Nikolai paused and he lifted his glass to take a small sip, “I want my Crusader brethren to become convinced that we do not have the strength to continue on—to admit we have bitten off more than we can chew.  The same question to you.”

“Fair enough,” the Black Widow mused.  “I would dislike seeing the Inner Sphere transformed into the Homeworlds—they are too boring, Nikolai.  And you have no idea what you are walking into.”

“What am I walking into, Natasha?”

But the Black Widow stood and she shook her head.  “I found out what I need to know; I think we will end this here—unless you plan to tell me how you see this ending?”

“I would not care for that, saKhan Kerensky.”

Natasha smiled.  “In that case, Khan Djerassi, I bid you a good night.”

Nikolai walked her to the door.  “I hope you discovered what you came for, Natasha—give Jaime my best when you speak with him.  And tell him that I would . . . request the codex of all Scorpions that accompanied him to the Inner Sphere and failed to return—they should be honored for their actions, not condemned for what has happened after their deaths.”

The Black Widow burst out laughing.  “Oh, I have found all that I sought and more, Scorpion. “
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 22, 2012, 01:12:56 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
November 22, 3043


“The hell I will, ilKhan Hazen,” Nikolai growled when he heard Yvonne’s request.  “The Mandrill’s and Spirits have sowed what they are now reaping in their rear area—I am not sticking my Clan into that meat-grinder in order to make their lives easier!”

“Damn it Nikolai!” Yvonne snapped.  “You have got three Galaxies in the Inner Sphere now, all at or near full strength!  The Mandrills are in shambles, and the Spirits simply do not have the numbers—you will transfer your Clan to Corridor Eta as the Primary Clan for that invasion zone!”

Nikolai shook his head and he stood.  “I will demand a Trial of Refusal, ilKhan—and the Grand Kurultai will agree.  Those idiots have created this crisis, and it is they who must deal with it—not my Scorpions.”

Amanda Tseng nodded.  “I too will call for a Trial of Refusal, ilKhan; I do not want the remnants of the Mandrills in my Corridor, brutalizing civilians on planets that are now calm!”

“Between the two of you, you have eight Galaxies—eight!  Plus two more on Rondane!  You both put the Invasion at risk!”

“The Mandrills have put the Invasion at jeopardy, ilKhan Hazen,” said Marion Truscott quietly.  “No, the Adders will not and cannot support you on this—we and our Cobra allies will stand with the Scorpions.”

Jake Fletcher snorted.  “As will the Horses and Ravens—the spirits of Kerensky knows I would fight tooth and hoof if you tried to reassign those damn dirty apes to my Corridor.”

Even Ulric nodded his head.  “The powers of the ilKhan are vast, Yvonne Hazen—but you cannot simply expect any Khan to agree to move his entire touman participating in this Invasion to clean up the mess that the Spirits and Mandrills have made for themselves.”

Nikolai took a deep breath and he sat back down.  “To be fair, the Spirits are not the problem here; they have been far harsher on their civilians than I—or many of you—would have been, but they didn’t put down this uprising in the same callous brutal manner that the Mandrills did.  And the Spirits are still mostly intact—with a third Galaxy due to arrive in just two weeks time.”

Yvonne sullenly nodded and she sat back down.  “Fine,” she snapped.  “I will move the Mandrills to the reserve and establish the Spirits as the Primary Clan in Invasion Corridor Eta.  Since I cannot convince you of the need to move a full Clan there to take over the tasks that Mandrills seem to incompetent to accomplish,” Yvonne grinned evilly, “I am invoking my right as the ilKhan to demand one Cluster of troops from each of the remaining Clans to support combat operations which the ilKhan leads.”

Everyone in the room jerked.  Nikolai blinked, and then he smiled.  “You are taking command of Eta yourself, quiaff?” he asked. 

“Aff.  Khan Fletcher, I will have your 11th Mechanized Cavalry Cluster; Khan McKenna you will contribute your 14th Raven Battle Cluster.  Khan Kerensky, since saKhan Kerensky has assumed command of your Beta Galaxy, I will require the 13th Wolf Guards; the Coyotes will add their 34th Strike Cluster.  Khan Tseng, you will surrender your 20th Battle Cluster, while the Scorpions will hand me control of their 28th Cuirassier.  Khan Truscott, the Adders will provide me with your 69th Dragoons, while the Cobras will give up command of the 45th Grenadiers.”

She continued, “The Vipers will supply us with the 57th Striker Cluster, the Hellions with the 40th Lancers.  From the Sharks we will call forth the 8th Assault Cluster, and the Falcons will add to this their own 3rd Battle Cluster.  The Spirits will release their 79th Blood Hussars to my command.  In light of their casualties to date, I am not demanding troops from the Nova Cats or the Smoke Jaguars—and I will not be incorporating the Mandrills who caused this chaos in my command.  Combined with the Ebon Keshik, this will give me a total strength of fourteen Clusters—which should be enough to restore order to Eta.  Unless any of you would care to challenge this order to a Trial of Refusal?”

Nikolai nodded.  Well played, Yvonne, he thought.  You knew we would never agree on being transferred to clean up behind the Mandrills—and you used our vehemence against your proposal to come up with another solution.  “I will cut orders for the 28th Cuirassier upon returning to my HQ.”

The other Khans slowly nodded their agreements as well.  But then Nikolai cocked his head to one side.  “So what are you going to do with the Mandrill problem?  I mean, you cannot just simply shoot them all.”

“No, I cannot.  I am going to do what should have done a long time ago—kick some sense into the asses that lead their feuding Kindraas.  And to do that, I will need each of you to support me tomorrow.”

“You have not said what you intend to do, ilKhan,” mused Marion.

“No, I have not,” answered Yvonne, as chuckles went around the room.  “But I expect your support regardless.”

“What about the Tukayyid operation?” asked Nikolai.

“That too we will discuss on the morrow, in the Grand Kurultai.  I expect these Clusters to be underway no later than tomorrow evening my Khans—and I will have your votes for my solution to the Mandrills, quiaff?”

“Aff,” a chorus of voices answered.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 22, 2012, 02:28:54 PM
Interesting...
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 22, 2012, 03:08:43 PM
He is wrong just shoot them or call a Trial of Annihilation. Just get rid of them finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Warclaw on July 22, 2012, 04:06:03 PM
Actually, while I agree in general, I think she's going to word it more as trials of absorption against the individual Kindraa rather than the Clan as a whole.  De Facto but not De Jure.

This would allow her to assign each Kindraa to be absorbed by a different Clan, thereby allowing her to spread out the burden/profits.

It also helps her maintain the Fractures in Mandrill unity, and avoid them unifying in response to an external threat.  Each Kindraa will focus on the threat to itself over all other considerations, rather than coming together with the other Kindraa to unify what strength they have remaining.

In short, devour them one small bite at a time, instead of having one clan try to eat the whole thing.

The reason the other clans will go for it, is that it allows even the more damaged clans an opportunity to acquire resources quickly, without risking a Pyrrhic victory that leaves them as gutted as the Mandrills are now, and unable to continue with the campaign.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 22, 2012, 04:27:31 PM
I still like the Idea of shooting BUT I see your point. It would get rid of the troublemakers and still benefit the rest of the Clans
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 22, 2012, 06:26:49 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
November 23, 3043


The whispers of conversation came to a close as ilKhan Yvonne Hazen entered the chamber—her face somber and grim, and upon seeing that face the Loremaster of the Fire Mandrills shuddered.  Victoria Tanaga sat alone and none of the Khans and saKhans who surrounded here had offered her any sympathy or empathy; even her Clans closest allies the Blood Spirits had simply warned her to walk carefully in her answers.

The former Falcon stopped directly in front of Victoria and she glared down at her, but Victoria made herself face the old Warrior stoically, refusing to show the Khans any weakness.  Finally, Yvonne nodded and she spread her gaze other the remainder of the ranking Clan Warriors assembled on Memmingen.

“My Khans, you all know of the actions taken by the Fire Mandrills in this past week.  You all know of how their internal bickering has now cost us the single most valuable resource we possess—TIME!  The Mandrills endanger the Invasion by their failure to work together as a Clan, and as ilKhan I shall no longer tolerate it!” she thundered.

“You, girl—you speak for the Clan Fire Mandrill today, quiaff?”

Victoria stood.  “Neg; I am no Khan—I speak for the Warriors of Kindraa Faraday-Tanaga and Kline.”

Muttered whispers raced through the room, and the Mandrill Loremaster could see many Khans shaking their heads.

“Victoria Tanaga, you are a Warrior of your Clan, Bloodnamed and Loremaster!  You have obligations to your Clan, not merely to your ‘Kindraa’; yet, you will not speak for them?”

“My Kindraa and Kindraa Kline have done nothing wrong—we have not violated the martial code of Kerensky, we have worked together to ensure success, we have not failed!”

Yvonne shook her head sadly, and she recognized Nikolai.  “Khan Djerassi?”

“My Khans, to paraphrase an ancient leader of Terra from centuries before our founders first managed to acheive spaceflight . . . a Clan divided against itself cannot stand.  Loremaster, do you even see what the Mandrill disunity has wrought?  A Khan killed in a Trial during combat operations—his challenger dead by his hand.  A saKhan who takes his own life; individual commanders violating orders and withdrawing without permission or instruction—your Clan is on the verge of total and complete collapse into anarchy.  With no one willing or able to assume a position of leadership.”

“Not all of us!  Faraday-Tanaga and Kline remain strong!”

“Loremaster, you are weak and your Clan is weak!”

“My Kindraa is at 100% of the our pre-Invasion strength—as is that of Kline!” Victoria snapped, and then she paled at what she had just blurted out.  But the Scorpion only smiled, somehow, probably through his Watch spies, he had already known.

Nicolai nodded.  “Yet this very report that you—you, Victoria Tanaga—prepared for the ilKhan states within it that Faraday-Tanaga is at 80% and Kline is at 70%.  A deliberate lie, quiaff?”

“A deception against our opponents.”

“Our opponents, Loremaster Tanaga?  Or your Mandrill competitors?” Nikolai shook his head.  “My Khans, we may keep secrets, but here in this Grand Kurultai we do not lie to ourselves and each other; we do not seek to deceive our trothkin; we do not falsify official reports presented to the ilKhan and claim them as the Truth!”

The Khans nodded their agreement and Victoria shivered as she could feel their eyes between her shoulder blades—and she wondered where the knife would come from.

The Scorpion shook his head.  “Were we not engaged in the Return that Nicholas and Aleksandyr Kerensky promised to his children, I would call for the immediate Annihilation of the Mandrills for being unworthy of calling themselves one of our Clans.  Were we not in the midst of the fulfillment of all generations before us back to the Founders, I would call for the Absorption of the Mandrills industry and civilian castes amongst our own.  Were we not already conducting military operations against the Inner Sphere to restore the Star League in all of its Glory, Loremaster I would demand a Trial of Grievance against you and leave you dead!” he shouted as he slammed down one open palm on his desk.

“But we are engaged in Operation Revival,” Nikolai continued in a quieter voice.  “We are here, under military discipline—and we cannot afford to lose your remaining Warriors, as pitiful and honorless as they might have become!”

Yvonne stood and she nodded at Nikolai who sat at her unspoken command.  “I, as ilKhan, have assembled a force which shall replace Clan Fire Mandrill in Corridor Eta—all of Clan Fire Mandrill.  I should not have to do this, but you, Victoria Tanaga, you and your fellow Mandrills have forced my hand.  Loremaster Tanaga, I am removing Clan Fire Mandrill from this Invasion—the remnants of your touman are to proceed immediately to Memmingen and await further instructions.  That is understood, quiaff?”

“We earned the right for a Corridor of our own!”

“You forfeited that right by proving yourselves weak and unable to work in concert towards a common goal and purpose!” Yvonne snapped.  “Acknowledge my order!”

For several moments, Victoria didn’t move, she didn’t say a word, but at last, her shoulders slumped and she whispered, “Aff.”

“AGAIN!”

“Aff!” the furious Loremaster snapped.

Yvonne nodded.  “Before your arrival, I met with the Khans—there we voted thirty-one to none opposed to create a new Clan:  Clan Stone Lion.  To Clan Stone Lion, I hereby consign all of the Fire Mandrill civilian castes and their enclaves.  Does a Khan object to this?”

“YOU CANNOT DO THIS!” erupted Victoria Tanaga.

“Silence, Loremaster—you chose not to be Khan.  Do any Khans object to this?”

Silence hung over the room.

“Then without objection, I so order it.  I have dispatched orders to the Katyusha Keshik, in conjunction with forces from Clans Blood Spirit, Cloud Cobra, Coyote, Diamond Shark, Ghost Bear, Goliath Scorpion, Hell’s Horses, Ice Hellion, Jade Falcon, Nova Cat, Smoke Jaguar, Snow Raven, Star Adder, Steel Viper, and Wolf—every single extant Clan of Kerensky—to remove from Mandrill possession your sibkos and to transport them, regardless of age, to Strana Mechty.  There, they will be trained as Warriors by instructors from all of the Clans—trained as Stone Lions.  Those who refuse to accept the new reality and function without regard for your prior Kindraa structure because of Mandrill indoctrination will be terminated.”

“Any Warrior of Clan Fire Mandrill who does not possess a Blood-name is free to join Clan Stone Lion—provided that their new Khan accepts them and they reject the Kindraas publicly and forever.  Will the Khan of Clan Stone Lion please rise?”

Natasha Kerensky stood, and Yvonne smiled.  “Khan Kerensky has agreed to serve me as the first Khan of Clan Stone Lion—she will ensure that your Warriors are fit for service amongst the Clans.  Any free-birth Warrior of any Clan who wishes to request a transfer to Clan Stone Lion is hereby free to do so; provided that Khan Kerensky accepts them.”

“And you plan to Annihilate our Blood-named then?” asked Victoria Tanaga.  “To destroy us and our Kindraa?  Our heritage?”

The ilKhan shook her head.  “You Mandrills have already destroyed your Clan—I am attempting to preserve the best parts of it.  To unite you.  I shall not permit your petty inconsequential internal squabbling to threaten the Clans of Kerensky any longer.  Any Blood-named Mandrill Warrior who refuses to obey this command; those Warriors will be annihilated—and their legacies Reaved from future generations of Stone Lion Warriors.”

Victoria’s staggered and she nearly fell, but she managed to remain standing despite her shock.

“However,” the ilKhan continued.  “Those Mandrills who possess a Blood-name, and who are willing to prove their devotion to the Way of the Clans will receive the opportunity to do so.  They will be formed up here on Memmingen into a single unit—and these Warriors will spearhead our assault on Tukayyid.  They will be given the opportunity to redeem their legacies and their honor by their actions, and if successful in doing so their Bloodnames and legacies will continue on as part of Clan Stone Lion.”

“This applies only to the Bloodnamed Mandrills present in the Inner Sphere—those who remain in the Homeworlds will surrender themselves and be stricken of their Bloodnames.  Refusal will be met with lethal force—for those Warriors and their legacies.  Those who are willing may become Stone Lions, should Khan Kerensky approve of them—those who cannot forsake the divisiveness of the Mandrill past will be consigned to Solahma units for use in future assaults.  Those who refuse either option will be Annihilated and Reaved.”

Yvonne walked over to Victoria Tanaga and she slowly shook her head.  “You will unite as a Clan, or you will die.  Not as an association of Kindraa, but as a true Clan of Kerensky.  Are you woman enough, and honorable enough, to lead your Mandrills into the Fire to cleanse your Clan of the stain of your past—and emerge as a Stone Lion?  Or should I just kill you now?”

“The choice is yours, Victoria Tanaga.  Make it.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 22, 2012, 09:41:39 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
November 23, 3043


“I can lead our Kindraa to victory, ilKhan!  Let me prove to you our worth!” Victoria protested as the Khans were filing out of the room.

Yvonne sighed and she shook her head and turned back towards the Warrior who still had a stunned look on her face.  “You really do not understand do you?”

“Kindraa Faraday-Tanaga and Kindraa Kline are loyal—let me prove that to you,” Victoria pleaded.

“Victoria,” Yvonne said softly, “the Kindraa no longer exist . . . and you had three chances to prove that you would put your Clan—not your Kindraa, girl, your Clan—first.  You could not bring yourself to do that.  If you want to prove yourself worthy, then you will lead all of the Mandrill Bloodnamed here in Inner Sphere against Tukayyid; but there will no longer be a Kindraa Faraday-Tanaga, nor will there be a Clan Fire Mandrill.  I am ending this charade for good.”

“Sainze and Payne and Beyl-Grant will fight you . . .”

“And they will die if they do so—their genetic legacies will be Reaved.  If you want to preserve any part of your heritage, Loremaster, show me that you can lead all of the Mandrill Bloodnamed on Tukayyid.”

“I demand a Trial of Refusal!”

Yvonne jumped over the desk and slammed both boots into the chest of the Mandrill Loremaster, knocking her to the floor; several Khans stopped and turned back to watch with interest—the guards of the Ebon Keshik did not move.  Stunned by the sudden blow, her air forced from lungs, Victoria collapsed onto the floor, Yvonne rolling atop of her.  The ilKhan drew back her fist and slammed it repeatedly into the face of the younger woman.  At last, Yvonne stopped panting with the exertion, and she climbed to her feet, her gloved hand covered with blood.

“Granted,” she whispered, “and you have lost.”  But Victoria Tanaga did not answer her, as she was unconscious on the floor.  “Guards, remove this surat from my sight—and see to it that her injuries are treated.  She needs to be healthy when she drops onto Tukayyid.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 22, 2012, 10:43:40 PM
Interesting, not sure it will work but interesting.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 23, 2012, 04:43:20 PM
Interlude
November 23-December 24, 3043


There were some Mandrills, of course, refused to accept the ilKhan’s decision . . . and thus it was fighting broke out throughout their Invasion Corridor.  But many more, disillusioned by the ferocity of their opponents, their leader’s callous disregard for the future of the Clan, the shame of having arrived at such a nadir of their strength and ability; these Mandrill Warriors fought against their own Kindraa leaders and the Bloodnamed who led them—for the rank and file realized that they had the opportunity to rise with the passing of the old guard.

On Richmond, the survivors of Kindraa Payne, under the command of Star Colonel Adriane Payne surrendered to the ilKhan’s forces without a fight when her own Warriors refused to accept her orders to fight.

On Courchevel, Star Admiral Jonathon Kreese stood down the Mandrill Fleet—his Elemental Marines boarding the destroyer Rancor and killing her commander when that officer refused his order.

Kindraa Beyl-Grant, their forces sorely understrength also abided by the will of the ilKhan—but on Labrea, Kindraa Sainze rallied to its leader and refused the recall.  Until the ilKhan obliterated the 3rd Sainze Honor Guard (with Kindraa Leader Sainze in command) with orbital fire from the battleship Victory, that is.  The remaining two Clusters of Kindraa Sainze quickly offered their surrender.

That action convinced most of the Mandrills to accept their fate, but Mick-Kreese, with less than a Cluster of Warriors between them tried to flee back to the Homeworlds in order to rally support for fight the ruling, but after their DropShips were engaged by Blood Spirit WarShips, they scattered and fled—their names stricken from the Clan rolls and they were now considered bandits.

Mattila-Carrol took a different approach—they slaughtered their Bloodnamed Leaders and presented their corpses to the ilKhan as a show of fealty before departing for Memmingen without a protest voiced.

Which left only Kindraas of Faraday-Tanaga and Kline.  Sharply divided and bitter about the ilKhan’s decision—and her rejection of Loremaster Victoria Tanaga’s offer to voluntarily join the Stone Lions if her Kindraa could be kept intact—Faraday-Tanaga nonetheless recognized the futility of resisting any further, and had no desire to follow in the footsteps of Kindraa Sainze.  They laid down their weapons and handed over their Bloodnamed, then reported in despair to Natasha Kerensky.  Kline, on the other hand, refused to obey and they faced off against the Ebon Keshik and four Clusters on Nykvam; at the end of the day, only forty-four former Mandrills from Kindraa Kline survived the fighting.  All of them were cast out of the Warrior caste and reassigned as laborers on the Periphery world of Santander V as the property of Clan Smoke Jaguar.

Still, enough Warriors remained, when combined with the free-birth combed from the other Clans for Natasha Kerensky to forge a single over-strength Galaxy of six Clusters, supported by the cruiser and two destroyers of her Clan’s new Fleet—and there were sufficient Mandrill Bloodnamed to fill out one more Cluster destined to lead the assault on Tukayyid.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 23, 2012, 04:48:57 PM
Here is the OB of Clan Stone Lion (in the Inner Sphere) as of December 3043.  All Clusters are technically rated at Veteran, because of the experience of the troops assigned to them and Natasha’s harsh and intense training regime on Memmingen, but they have not yet seen combat as a team.

Clan Stone Lion

Alpha Galaxy (Rock from Fire)
1st Lion Assault Cluster (The Widow’s Pride) (Veteran)
1st Lion Battle Cluster (Hell’s Own)
2nd Lion Battle Cluster (Strength of Stone)
3rd Lion Battle Cluster (The Roaring Lions)
The Lion Dragoons (First Team)
1st Lion Striker Cluster (The Stone Lion Hussars)

Clan Stone Lion Naval Star
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Reaver—flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Anathema; Rancor)

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 23, 2012, 05:47:39 PM
Memmingen University; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
December 24, 3043


Natasha Kerensky waited until the final non-Bloodnamed Warriors of what had once been Clan Fire Mandrill were ushered into the auditorium she had ‘requisitioned’ from Memmingen University.  She stood alone on a dais, wearing the field gray uniform she had chosen for her new Clan.  She smiled at that thought.  Her new Clan.  As Khan, even of such a small and currently not combat-ready formation, she had access to far more information on the Clan’s overall tactical and strategic planning than she had as saKhan of the Wolves—far more.  That, combined with the ability to shape this Clan from its beginning was what had led her to accept the ilKhan’s offer.

The former Mandrills—sullen and silent—joined a mass throng of free-births which the other Clans had provided.  Some truly were volunteers—others like the former Falcon Warrior Tyle (who preferred to be known as Horse)—had been ‘volunteered’ by their superior officers and Khans.

Natasha smiled.  She had built more with worse at least a time or two before.  The doors closed and the infantry troopers from the Scorpion PGC she had ‘borrowed’ from Khan Djerassi filed into the mezzanine that ringed the upper row of seats in the stadium-style auditorium, as well as the balcony above.

“I am Natasha Kerensky,” she said as she stepped forward.  “You may address me as Khan, or God—I don’t care which.  I am the woman that the ilKhan has charged with forming a combat unit from you, and that task we shall accomplish in short order.  Clan Stone Lion will not be like the other Clans—we will fight and work and live together as a team, both true-born and free-birth!  We will coordinate actions between ‘Mechs, aerospace forces, infantry, and combat vehicles better than than any other formation in existence!  We will earn the respect of each and every other Clan of Kerensky and our opponents in the Inner Sphere!  That is what we will do—that is what I will lead you to do.”

“We will born in the fire of combat, and that fire will forge a weapon such as these Clans have never before seen!  For the moment, I have assigned each of you to sub-units based upon your prior experience—you will note that there are no commanding officers assigned.  Those of you who prove your worth to me will be promoted—those who do not had best get better quickly!  Unless you enjoy the sensation of my boot up your ass!”

“If any of you feel that you cannot operate in this environment, speak up now—I have no qualms about consigning you to the laborer caste to unload and load cargo ships at the spaceport from dawn to dusk.”

One Warrior in the audience raised his hand, and Natasha’s smile broadened.  “You wish to become a laborer?”

“Neg.  I am a Warrior, Khan Kerensky.  But I will not serve alongside free-birth scum—I am true born and my worth is above ten of theirs!”

Natasha nodded her head.  “Well, then.  I shall make arrangements so that you do not serve alongside free-birth.”  She nodded at one of the Scorpion infantry, who raised his rifle and fired a single round through the skull of the Warrior below.

“LISTEN UP YOU APES!” Natasha bellowed, as Warriors recoiled from the crack of the rifle and the splash of blood as the corpse of the decapitated Mandrill fell to the ground, his feet still twitching.  “I have served for more than forty years alongside free-births who were better and more able than almost any true-born you would care to name!  The Stone Lions will not have this artificial divide between us—if a true-born is superior based on ability, than he will be promoted; if it is a free-birth who shows himself as a leader and a Warrior, then he will lead.  Your status of birth means NOTHING to me!  It is your competence and your performance which means EVERYTHING!”

“Tonight, I would advise each and every one of you to get as much sleep as you can—because tomorrow, we will start training.  And that training will not end until either you die in your sleep of old age, you are killed in combat, I kill your sorry ass, or you save me the trouble and slit your own throat!  We will be better than any other Clan!  We will be stronger than any other Clan!  And we will be united as one Clan!”

“WHO ARE WE?” she shouted.

“Stone Lions!” the Scorpion infantry called out.

“Not good enough, people!  WHO ARE WE?”

“Stone Lions!” a weak response echoed throughout the hall.

“AGAIN!  WHO ARE WE?”

"STONE LIONS!" The warriors yelled in response.

"AGAIN!  WHO ARE WE?

“STONE LIONS!” they finally roared, and Natasha nodded.  “Say goodbye to what you formerly called your lives in other Clans, Warriors.  For starting tonight, the Stone Lions will begin to roar.  And ALL in this universe will tremble in terror at the sound!”

“Training starts at 0330 hours—it is now 1742.  Chow will be served in the University cafeteria until 1900 and lights out is at 2000 hours.  Get some food and get some rest, because Warriors you will need both in the days to come.  Dismissed.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 23, 2012, 09:20:15 PM
Tough audience, don't know if these Stone Lions will be able to live up to their Khan's desires. I find that a leopard can't change its spots my friend. Nature is almost impossible to overcome as everyone has to be who they are.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on July 24, 2012, 01:02:42 AM
I knew some would be destroyed.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 25, 2012, 02:59:45 PM
Clan Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
December 25, 3043


“Khan Nikolai Djerassi, may I present Marshal Stephen Davion, commander of the 1st Federated Suns Armored Cavalry?” Jason Scott said after he ushered the prisoner into the office of Khan. 

Nikolai stood and he smiled at the cousin of Hanse Davion warmly, gesturing towards a chair set beside the roaring fireplace.  “I am honored, Marshal Davion; thank you for making a quick transit so that the two of us could have this meeting.”

“I had little enough choice in the matter,” replied Stephen.  “I am, after all, your captive.”

Nikolai sat and he poured two glasses of whiskey, and he shook his head.  “Guest is how I would term it, Marshal Davion . . . after all, I mean to release you today.”

The high-ranking officer jerked at the bald statement as Nikolai nodded his affirmation.  “I am sending you to Melissa Steiner-Davion, Marshal Davion, to convey a message for me—unless you would rather stay as a Goliath Scorpion bondsman, that is?”

Stephen slowly shook his head and he sank down in the empty sofa chair and lifted the tumbler of whiskey, taking a long pull.  “What sort of message are you sending?  Khan Djerassi,” he quickly added seeing Jason’s frown from where the armed Scorpion stood beside the door.

“A message that she will be grateful to receive—one in which I will provide her with the means of ending this War.”

“Ending this war?” Stephen repeated.  “If you plan on having me present her with your terms, you might as well not send me—they will not be received . . . and soon enough we will throw you off of our worlds.”

The Scorpion smiled.  “You might . . . you also might not.  And even if you are able to do so, then the killing will go on and on and on.  More proud Regiments such as your own Armored Cavalry will be will destroyed; more sons and daughters of the Lyran Commonwealth and Federated Suns and Draconis Combine will give their lives in a gallant effort to stem the tide of losses you have suffered at our hands—but neither your victory, nor ours, is certain.”

Nikolai lifted his own tumbler and took a sip, then he sat the glass down once again.  “Do you know why we invaded you, Marshal Davion?”

“You intend to conquer the Inner Sphere, to punish us for what you think our ancestors did to General Kerensky and the soldiers of the SLDF.”

“You are partially correct, but not entirely, Marshal Davion.  Did Wolf inform you of the divide between the Crusaders and the Wardens?”

Stephen’s eyes narrowed and he slowly shook his head.  “No . . . and I begin to suspect there are many things about the Clans which he did not tell us ahead of time.”

The Khan nodded his agreement.  “You cannot fault Supreme Commander Wolf, Marshal Davion—after all, he views the Clans through his own prism of experience.  He is a free-birth, considered even in his very liberal Clan Wolf as a second-rate warrior fit only for deeds not worth a true-born.  He carries his own prejudices and bigotries within him, although he is more than capable of setting them aside in pursuit of victory—as are most of the Clan Warriors.”

“We have two factions in Clan society, Marshal Davion, the Crusaders and the Wardens.  The Crusaders, who are in ascendancy at the moment, believe that Aleksandyr Kerensky promised the Clans that one day we would return to rule the Inner Sphere—to reestablish a Star League that unites all of humanity under its rule.  To achieve this goal, much like Ian Cameron did when he established the First Star League, the Crusaders are willing to impose their views with military force.  Only this time, Marshal Davion, it is the Great Houses who are playing the role of the Periphery States.”

Nikolai lifted his tumbler and took another sip.  “The Wardens opposed this Invasion in philosophy, believing that we should instead return after humanity united and offer to the new Star League our honorable service in defense of the human race—against threats both foreign and domestic; a new Star League Defense Force, if you will whole-cut from the cloth of the ancient SLDF but with our own traditions and honorable leanings.”

“And yet you all invaded,” said Stephen flatly.

“Of course,” agreed Nikolai.  “The debate was won by the Crusaders and the Invasion would take place—given the choice between sitting in the Homeworlds and doing nothing, or taking part, the Wardens chose to participate.  And yet, we remain Wardens.”

He took another sip of whiskey, and Stephen raised his own glass to his lips.  “The key here is the Star League.  If the Inner Sphere were to formally unite and form a Second Star League—on its own, without having it imposed upon them by the Crusaders—that action, combined with a defeat of our forces by the Inner Sphere would cause many nominally Crusader Clans to change to the Warden philosophy.  A Star League that opened its arms to accept the Clans and offered them a place at the table here in the Inner Sphere would end all justification for the Invasion.”

Stephen shook his head.  “So you just want Archon Melissa and Prince Hanse to reform the Star League—and then invite you invaders to join?  And that alone would end the fighting?”  His expression showed that he believed Nikolai was utterly made.

“Our plan is not quite that simple, but at its core, yes.  It must be accompanied by a defeat—not a pyrrhic victory, but an absolute unquestioned defeat of the Clans by the Inner Sphere—to show the Crusaders that we underestimated the ability and courage and honor and unity of the Inner Sphere.”  Nikolai shrugged.  “It may well not work, but if it does we can end this Invasion on honorable terms for all involved.”

“Why would we even consider such?  So far, your Clans have only fought our forces involved in holding actions, to delay and wound you—soon enough you will be stopped and then our counter-offensive will come.”

“From Wolf’s Grand Army?  From the force that Theodore and Takashi Kurita are assembling on Luthien?  From the combined Regiments of the Federated Commonwealth that your cousin has stacked and ready to go once we stick in our heads just a little bit farther?  Please, Marshal Davion, give me some credit.  You will achieve local victories where you can manage a concentration of force—but the only way you are going to be able to transport such a massive number of troops is by gutting your own economies.  Bear in mind, as well, that we have committed less than a third of the Clan’s available strength—and that the ilKhan has formed a new, seventeenth Clan in the midst of the Invasion, the Stone Lions.  You might well know their Khan:  Natasha Kerensky.”

Nikolai took another sip.  “Your counter-offensive will meet with success in places and defeat elsewhere; it will not drive us from the Inner Sphere—in that you will fail.  You might crush three, perhaps even four, Clans, or rather their forces present here at this time.  But then you will run out of steam and with your economy crashing down around you, our reinforcements will arrive—including Warriors from those Clans you consider defeated.  And this War will drag on for year after bloody year, with casualty counts growing ever larger.”

“And how long will it continue before agitation growing in your own nations reaches the boiling point?  Duke Sandoval very nearly caused conflict between Hanse and Takashi very recently—Skye is racked by strikes and protests, many provinces of the Free Worlds League object to Thomas sending more troops, your own Capellan March is furious with Hanse for giving up their worlds to Candace Liao!  And you have pirates on the edges of civilization making matters worse as your garrisons which once kept them at bay are being redeployed to fight us.”

“We cannot defeat you; we simply do not have the numbers to conquer and garrison the entire Inner Sphere.  Neither can you defeat us, not without unlocking your nuclear arsenals, in which case we will release our own in response—and civilization in the Inner Sphere will die.  I seek a third way in this War, a way that we—as the Clans of Kerensky—can acknowledge your valor and that your way of life can be preserved.  And that, in time, both of us might learn from the other and our societies grow stronger, united under the banner of a new Star League.”

“You are insane,” whispered Stephen.

“Am I?  Perhaps so.  But that is a matter for another day—will you carry my message to Melissa?”

“I’ll carry your message, Khan Djerassi, but neither Thomas nor Takashi will accept Hanse Davion as First Lord.”

“Did I say that Hanse Davion would have to be First Lord, Marshal Davion?” Nikolai smiled.  “You have already appointed Jaime Wolf as Supreme Commander of forces from all five of the Great Houses and ComStar—he is a child of the Clans, who now defends the Inner Sphere.  And he stands apart from the feuds of your Great Houses—I would suggest that Melissa look to him, and to the victory he is soon to achieve; a victory which will cause his star to rise even more so in the eyes of your own people.”
   
Stephen Davion sat back in his chair, stunned by the quiet words; he lifted the glass and drained it and shook his head.  “Even if she can convince Takashi and Hanse and Thomas and Candace and the Primus to agree to this, can you assure me that the Clans will stop?”

“No.  I cannot promise anything, but thisif the Star League is reformed, than Clan Goliath Scorpion will serve it.  Others might as well, the Nova Cats and perhaps a few others, but I will promise Melissa Steiner-Davion that if the Second Star League is formed, and if that plus the defeat which Jaime Wolf will hand to us in the very near future does not convince my trothkin of their fundamental error; then I shall lead my Scorpions into the service of the Star League Reformed—all of my Scorpions.  That is to include those Scorpion Warriors, Scientists, Merchants, Technicians, and Laborers within the Homeworlds who are preparing to move to the Chainelaine Isles and Scorpion holdings in our Invasion Zone.  Tell Melissa that if worse to comes, my Scorpions shall forsake the Clans in order to serve the Star League—in exchange for seven worlds which we can call our own:  Asta, Atria, Dyev, Imbros III, Lambrecht, Moore, and Sabik.  And in exchange, this new Star League can call upon seven Galaxies of Scorpion Warriors and twenty-three WarShips.  A fair trade, would you not say, Marshal Davion, quiaff?”

Stephen sat down his empty glass and he stared at Nikolai.  “They will call you a traitor.”

“And they will be correct, from their point of view.  I do not think it come to that, provided that Jaime Wolf does not allow us to achieve a victory on Tukayyid, Marshal Davion.  But all of this is for naught if Melissa cannot convince the other Lords of the Great Houses to reform the Star League—that is the key, Marshal Davion.  Without that, my Scorpions will not follow my lead—they will shoot me down themselves.  Without a new Star League, the future is bleak for both our peoples.”

Nikolai stood, and Stephen followed.  “There is a JumpShip resting at a close proximity point, as well as a DropShip at the spaceport, Marshal Davion.  The crew of both will follow your instructions—Melissa is scheduled to meet with Hanse and her children on Arcturus in a few weeks.  You can deliver your message there.”

“And my men?”

“Those not claimed as bondsmen are already aboard the ship, Marshal Davion—I can do no more.  Other than to wish you success.”

Nikolai held out his hand, and slowly Stephen Davion nodded.  Then he grasped it and the two men shook.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 25, 2012, 07:17:09 PM
Interesting, not sure i buy it but interesting.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 25, 2012, 07:37:17 PM
Clan Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
December 26, 3043


“Olivia, Peter,” Nikolai greeted his two guests.  “Thank you for joining me on such a short notice.”

Peter McKenna nodded his head and he took a seat as his host poured him a drink.  “We were already on Memmingen preparing our Clan’s forces to participate in Operation Thunderbolt—as you are well aware, Nikolai.  What do you want?” he finished as he accepted the cocktail from the Scorpion.

Olivia Sutherland laughed.  “So business like, Peter—I think you should have been decanted as a Diamond Shark!  Thank you for your hospitality, Nikolai,” she said as she took the glass that the Khan offered her.

“You are most welcome, Olivia.  To business then, since one of my guests wishes it.  I would like to lease some ships from each of you:  the Titanic, and Tsunami from the Sharks, and the Eden Rose, Snowflake, Treachery, and Wild Swan from your Ravens.”

The Snow Raven sputtered, almost losing a sip of his drink.  “Six Potemkins?  Six?  Who are you planning on invading now?”

Nikolai smiled.  “The worlds we have taken from the Inner Sphere are now ours—I am moving as much of my Clan as possible to here.  I need those ships to transport another two million of my civilians—and all of my touman left in the Homeworlds, other than a Cluster to protect my enclave on Strana Mechty.  I will also need a total of fifty of your lithium-fusion battery equipped Monoliths.”

“Fifty?” squealed Olivia.  Both the other Khans looked at Nikolai in shock.  “Does Yvonne know of this?” the Shark finally asked.

“It is better to plead forgiveness than to seek permission,” answered Nikolai.  “These worlds are now Scorpion—I intend to hold my Domain.  To do that, I must bring forward all of my touman and the finest of my civilian castes.”

“Nikolai, you are speaking of a large commitment of our reserve ships for a year; the cost in resources will be high,” said Peter slowly.  “I have twenty-two LFB Monoliths in reserve, but manning them . . .”

“Agreed.  I know Olivia has at least thirty-eight—and I will provide the crews.  I intend to transfer my Tokasha enclave to the Diamond Sharks and my enclave on Roche—including the production facilities beneath the Temple of the Nine Muses, which you will share with the Adders and Wolves—to the Snow Ravens.  That should be sufficient compensation for you both, quiaff?  Khan Truscott will be taking over my enclave on Marshall, and Khans Kerensky and Malthus will split my enclave on Dagda.  I will retain only the enclave on Strana Mechty.”

Nikolai waited as the two Khans managed to accept that he was serious and he nodded.  “Our future is now here, not in the Homeworlds.  I plan on the Scorpions to thrive in our new home.”

“When will you need the ships?” asked Olivia.

“Immediately, if possible.  As soon as you can make them available . . . I have a real-time HPG link set up to the Homeworlds waiting if you need to pass the orders.”

The two Khans exchanged a glance and then Peter nodded.  “I think we can have those ships at Roche within a week, quiaff?”

“Aff,” replied Olivia.  “Anything else you need, Nikolai?”

“No, I will be providing escorts and have sufficient DropShips on hand; the civilians are already assembled on Roche.  My Galaxies will meet up with them at Dagda before starting the journey to Rondane.”

Finally, Peter McKenna nodded.  “I wish you well, Nikolai, but Yvonne will be furious you did not consult with her.  I will accept your bargain.”

“As will I—and I am not certain Yvonne will be as mad as she claims.  Tricky Nikolai here will have seven full Galaxies here in the Inner Sphere and the Isles—seven.  She might just be pleased enough with that to overlook his other sins.”

The Raven snorted.  “She might—she might not.  Still, if we are going to do this, we should pass the orders, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

Nikolai set down his drink and stood.  “My communications center is this way,” he said with a gesture.


Clan Goliath Scorpion Headquarters; Temple of the Nine Muses
Roche, Clan Homeworlds
December 26, 3043


Loremaster Daniel Arbuthnot read the orders from his Khan one last time and then he nodded.  He turned to the waiting officers and civilians.  “We have received the GO order from Khan Djerassi—this facility will be handed over to the Ravens in one weeks time.  Go, make your final preparations; there is no time to waste.  The Scorpions are returning home.”

The officers and civilians scattered, all but Star Admiral Ziva Ben-Shimon.  “We will burn our bridges behind us, Loremaster,” she whispered.  “I hope that the Khan knows what he is doing.  For he leaves no room for any error at all in his plan, not if we are to survive.”

“Aff,” Daniel whispered in reply.  “He stipulated ROE Three—we are to commandrer the Raven and Shark ships once we clear the Pentagon along with all of the JumpShips at each stage of the incomplete command circuit, and we are to destroy the HPG relay links.”

“If it were done when 'tis done, then t'were well.  It were done quickly,” she quoted.

The Loremaster nodded.  “Then by all means, let us do it both well and quick, Star Admiral.”

“Seyla.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on July 26, 2012, 07:53:39 AM
Changed poor Oliver back to Olivia.  ;)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 26, 2012, 12:45:11 PM
Changed poor Oliver back to Olivia.  ;)

Oops.  Thanks, KM.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on July 26, 2012, 04:29:51 PM
Any time. It's typically the only time I mod a post is when there's a flagrant screw up so bad it can influence the story. Most typos are ignored, but a character name is kind of a big deal when it's a gender thing.  ;)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 26, 2012, 04:54:34 PM
Chapter Six

“We returned to the Inner Sphere to bring about the reformation of the Star League—in that goal, we have succeeded, although not according to our plans.  By posing a threat to their very lives, society, and culture, it is we—the Clans of Kerensky—who have forced the Great Houses of the Inner Sphere to unite in common purpose.  How this reformation of the Star League has come to pass is no longer important; that is has must be paramount in our considerations of future actions.”

“There are some amongst you today who call this Second Star League a sham, a fraud, a ploy with which to force the Clans to rethink our purpose.  But consider this, my Khans—we have achieved our goal; for the first time since Stefan Amaris murdered Richard Cameron, the vast majority of mankind is now united under a single government.  We cannot in good conscience dismiss this formation of this new interstellar government; we cannot in honor fail to recognize that we spurred the Great Houses down this road through our Invasion of their homes.”

“We cannot fail to act against the wishes of the Great Father now that the Star League is once again in existence.  To serve the Star League was all that Aleksandyr Kerensky desired, to see peace in his time with our Founders in the SLDF dedicating their lives to keep the peace so that mankind could once again enter a Golden Age.”

“Therefore, I feel that I must inform this Grand Council of Khans that Clan Goliath Scorpion will recognize the legitimacy and primacy of this government, and that our touman will serve the Second Star League now and forever.  I bid you farewell, trothkin, and I hope that your reason will win out over your anger; that you will accept this new government as the Great Father General Aleksandyr Kerensky would have done so himself, and that you lay aside thoughts of conquest and building an Empire.  I call upon the Wardens among you to put aside your hate, and take your rightful place as the core of the new Star League Defense Force.”

“And should you seek to move against the Second Star League and continue this Invasion, know that the Scorpions will stand as part of the SLDF against you.”

—Nikolai Djerassi, in his final video address to the Grand Council of Khans, Memmingen, 3044


Field Headquarters of the ilKhan
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
December 28, 3043


“Our offensive against Wolf on Tukayyid must be made at the same time that we launch Wave IV,” Nikolai said to the assembled Khans.  “To do otherwise, we invite Davion and Kurita to launch a counter-attack against our holdings.  Yes, we will stretch ourselves to the very limits, but it is of vital necessity—sacrifices must be made in order to bring this Invasion to fruition.”

“However, Wave IV will be abbreviated, due to the concentration of our forces at Tukayyid.  Clan Jade Falcon will hit New Exford, Graceland, Dustball, Koniz, and Bountiful Harvest; the Sharks will seize Esteros and A Place.”

“The Hell's Horses will attack Sudeten, Benfled, Ballynure, and La Grave, with the Snow Ravens taking Graus, and Blair Atholl.”

“Clan Steel Viper will strike at Dompaire, Colmar, Cusset, Montmarault, and Domain; the Ice Hellions will assault Laurent, Biota, and Rastaban.”

“Clan Wolf will drive for Maestu, Kobe, Hyperion, Bessarabia, Perrot, Wheel, and Suk II, while the Coyotes will strike at Karston, Hanfeld, Thun, and Galuzzo.”

“Clan Ghost Bear will seize Satalice, Skandia, Halesowen, and Maule.”

“Clan Star Adder will take Alshain, Marawi, Sternwerde, and Ardoz, as the Cobras assault Sheliak and Tinaca.”

“Clan Blood Spirit will attack Yamarovka, Mualang, and assist the Jaguars on Asgard, if Khan Howell requests their assistance.”

“Clan Smoke Jaguar will strike at Asgard, Cyrenaica, Port Arthur, and Avon, while the Nova Cats hit Tarazed and Kilmamock.”

Nikolai stood at parade rest before the map and he nodded.  “These objectives are of high importance, but the most critical is at Tukayyid.  Not only will we be operating in advance of our lines, we will be attacking an opponent with operable WarShips of his own—and whose forces will quite possibly be outfitted with Star League technology, possibly even Clan technology.  One that might well outnumber us three or more to one.”

“Operation Thunderbolt will include forces from every Clan:  the Jade Falcon Gamma Galaxy, the Diamond Shark Alpha Galaxy, elements of the Horse’s Alpha Galaxy and their Alpha Keshik, the Raven 6th Battle Cluster,  the 1st and 2nd Viper Guards and the Triasch Keshik, the 7th Attack Cluster and 150th Hellion Lancers, the Wolf Alpha Galaxy reinforced with the Coyotes Golden Keshik and 50th Assault Cluster, the Bears Alpha and Beta Galaxies, the Scorpions Knife Dance Keshik and the entirety of my own Alpha, Beta, and Delta Galaxies, the Adder Command Keshik and elements of their Alpha Galaxy, the Cobras 33rd Battle Cluster, the Spirits 7th Blood Drinkers Cluster, the Jaguar’s Den Keshik and the Jaguar Grenadiers, the Nova Cat Keshik, the Stone Lion Alpha Galaxy, our penal Cluster from the remnants of the Mandrills, and the Ebon Keshik.”

“Sixty Clusters will assault Tukayyid, supported by forty WarShips.  My Khans,” Nikolai paused, and he shook his head, “my trothkin, this is the single largest assault against one world in the history of the Clans; we will need each and every Warrior we have on hand; we might well wish we had brought more before this battle draws to a close.”

The ilKhan stood.  “Thank you, Khan Djerassi for outlining the operation.  We will now get into the specifics of landing zones and your individual objectives—these are subject to change depending on how Wolf is deployed, so be ready to adjust your Drop Zones on short notice.  Both Wave IV and Operation Thunderbolt will commence in slightly more than two weeks:  January 15th, 3044.”

She looked at the somber faces that surrounded her and the ilKhan nodded, and then she smiled.  “If we can crush Wolf’s Grand Army on Tukayyid, and break through the defenses on the worlds of Wave IV, we will have finally fought our way through the best which the Inner Sphere can throw against us, my Khans.  And we will triumph; we will achieve Victory!”

“Seyla!” the Khans roared.

Yvonne smiled.  “Then let’s get down the specifics.  While I command the main body, Khan Djerassi will act as my tactical deputy . . .”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on July 26, 2012, 05:14:52 PM
I am not sure if I really believe the change of mind or rather in the complex plans of Clan Goliath Scorpion Khan.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 27, 2012, 08:17:33 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
December 28, 3043


“Khan Howell; Khan West, the two of you asked to speak with me privately, quiaff?” asked Yvonne as she shivered in the cold air and sat down next to the roaring fireplace.  A cold front had passed over the planetary capital during the long session of the Grand Kurultai earlier today, bringing lightning and heavy rain, and the temperatures had plunged in its wake. 

“Aff, ilKhan,” responded Brandon Howell.  “As you are aware, the two of us have decided against an assault on Luthien until our reinforcements arrive—which will not be for at least another three months.  We have confirmed, however, that House Kurita has heavily reinforced Luthien . . . our interrogations have revealed a minimum of twenty regiments defending it, including all five of their Sword of Light regiments.”

Yvonne nodded.  “And if they are not attacked, those units could very well be used for a counter-offensive along your flank,” she mused.  “Are you adding Luthien to your Wave IV worlds, quineg?”

“Neg,” the Nova Cat Khan said swiftly.  “We do not have the strength, at the moment, to risk Luthien—not against those numbers.  But perhaps we do not have to.  Khan Howell; it is your plan after all.”

Brandon Howell nodded.  “ilKhan, we will be sending elements of our two Clans to Luthien on January 1, but they will not include any of our Clusters.  Instead of an invasion, we intend to blockade Luthien from orbit—preventing those regiments massed there from being used against us and isolating the capital of the Draconis Combine.”

“Between our two Clans,” Khan West continued, “we will be able to interdict Luthien with two Black Lion-class battlecruisers, a Congress-class frigate, three Lola III-class destroyers, and two York-class carriers.  Rather than picket the jump points, our ships will blockade the planet itself from orbit—with enough fighters and assault DropShips to more than handle what the defenders on the surface can throw at us.  Our mission will not be to bombard Luthien—our ship commanders have strict orders against such an action—but will prevent those regiments on the surface from departing and reinforcements from arriving.”

“I presume this is why neither of your Clans could provide any ships for Operation Thunderbolt?” Yvonne asked.

“Aff, ilKhan Hazen,” replied the Jaguar.  He glanced at the Nova Cat sitting next to him and he slowly nodded.  “We realize that this is . . . unorthodox, but if we can keep those regiments bottled up on their capital, perhaps we can avoid a local counter-attack until our reinforcements arrive in March.”

Yvonne nodded her head slightly.  Six months ago, none of her Khans—probably not even Djerassi!—would have suggested this, let alone the Khan of the Smoke Jaguars.  But it was not six months ago.  “You have my permission,” for what it is worth, she thought, “and my hopes that your efforts are successful.”

She started to rise, but then she saw the faces of the two Khans and lowered herself back down.  “Was there something else, quiaff?”

“Aff,” whispered Howell.  “We captured two Combine JumpShips just before our assault on Pesht, loaded with cargo ships.  ilKhan, they were inbound to the planet with newly produced SLDF weaponry.  Of lower quality than the Star League produced, but still just as effective.  Our opponents are about to get a significant boost in their capabilities—just as Djerassi warned and we feared.”

“We knew it would happen eventually—and there is nothing we can do but warn our troops to expect stiffer resistance.”

“True, but we thought you want confirmation,” added the Nova Cat.

“You thought correctly.  I will see that the information is disseminated throughout the Clans.  Is there anything else?”

Marius West nodded.  “We have gleaned from our interrogations of Combine military personnel that the House of Kurita might—might—have at least one operational WarShip, a small one.”

“A Samarkand II-class carrier, ilKhan,” Howell chimed in.  “We are instituting the naval blockade of Luthien partly in hopes that we can draw it out—if it even exists.”

“Destroy it,” growled Yvonne.  “Even if it means you must lift your blockade—if that ships exists, render it extinct.”

“You may rest assured of that, ilKhan Hazen,” chuckled the Khan of the Jaguars.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 28, 2012, 06:03:54 PM
CSJS Streaking Mist; Proximity Point L-3
Luthien, Draconis Combine
January 6, 3044


Star Admiral Janice Hoyt, the senior Jaguar naval officer in the Luthien system, frowned at her plot once the display stabilized.  Unlike Pesht, there had been no waves of kamikaze attacks here at the pirate point—but the battlecruisers powerful sensors were showing hundreds of icons in orbit over the planet which they had come to blockade.  The majority of those blips within the holotank were fighters, but the rest?  “What are those?” she whispered.

“Unknown, Star Admiral,” replied Star Captain Paul Knox.  “They are smaller than an Avenger and have so far showed no indication of being mobile, other than reaction thrusters.  Could they be an aerospace fighter refueling/rearming platform, perhaps?”

Hoyt nodded slowly and she bit her lip.  She did not particularly care for Knox—one of the few Jaguars to possess a former Mongoose Bloodname, Knox was well known for his low sense of humor . . . but the man was a capable officer with a keen mind.  Which had one of the reasons that the Jaguars of so long ago had allowed his Bloodname to survive; that keen intellect and a reputation for audacity was well-noted in the Knox genetic legacies.  “Perhaps,” the Star Admiral whispered.  “Any sign of a hostile WarShip?”

“Neg, Star Admiral—and no non-hostile ones besides our own and the Nova Cat vessels within sensor range,” he looked up from his console.  “CIC makes it one hundred and eighty aerospace fighters, forty-four DropShips, and one hundred forty-four of those . . . unknowns.  Fighters and DropShips are concentrating on this side of the planet, while the unknown contacts are spread out in twelve constellations of twelve, in several interlocking polar orbits. “

“Manufacturing stations?” another Jaguar officer said quietly.  “But they seem awfully small for that.”

“And too numerous and large to be part of their satellite net,” whispered another.

“Well, we will discover their true nature soon enough,” Hoyt said in a loud voice.  “As small as they are, they cannot be defense stations!”  She finished with a chuckle, but she still had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach—and Star Captain Knox looked worried.

“All ships launch fighters and DropShips—attack plan Zeta-Four, but keep our ships outside of any conceivable engagement range from those platforms.”

The Jaguars bent over their consoles and quickly passed the orders; Streaking Mist shuddered as her four DropShips and twenty OmniFighters detached and accelerated away—her WarShips travelling in their wake.

And the Kurita defenders left orbit to meet them.  Her fighters had a slight advantage in numbers (200 vs. 180), but the forty-four defending DropShips outnumbered her fourteen almost four-to-one.  Luckily for the Jaguars and the Cats, her WarShips had little problems locking weapons onto the signature and bulk of the enemy DropShips—and no DropShip could withstand capital-scale weapons for long.

The leading edge of the two forces merged and the holotank lit in flashes of laser beams and PPC bolts, autocannon bursts and missile drive plumes, interspersed with sudden, brilliant explosions as fighters and DropShips began to die.

Hoyt walked over to stand beside Paul Knox as he monitored the tactical systems.  “Those unknowns are just sitting there, Paul?” she asked.

“Aff, Star Admiral.  No fighter launches, and they are not transmitting.  Could they be orbital mines?”

She frowned again.  “Damned big ones if they are—and mines are almost useless against WarShips unless they . . .” she inhaled deeply.

And Paul Knox nodded.  “Unless they have one or more nuclear warheads each,” he answered in an equally quiet voice.

“Power levels?”

“Unknown, Star Admiral—they are jamming our sensors and I cannot get a good read on them.  I believe each one has a fusion plant onboard, but penetrating their hash is . . . rather difficult.”

Hoyt activated a secondary holographic projector and brought up a far larger visual image of the spherical objects—barely one hundred meters in diameter, with no engine exhaust ports, one two small craft docking bays . . . and no obvious weapon ports.  There were three large cargo bay doors, which could conceal weapons . . . and Hoyt nodded.

“I do not like unknown factors,” she growled.  “Instruct Ranger that once we have finished dealing with the Combine fighters and DropShips, she is too close and investigate; the remainder of the Flotillia will stand-off and await her report.”

“Aff, Star Admiral—the Cats might not like it that you are sending in one of their ships as bait,” he added.

“The Cats will follow my orders, whether they like them or not, Star Captain Knox, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

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The dreadful silent ballet in the depths of space slowly wound down as the thirty-two surviving Combine fighters, with no DropShips remaining, withdrew to the planet to rearm and refuel—and have their armor quickly patched.  Fifty-three Clan fighters and just one single, solitary Assault DropShip managed to return to their own motherships, but the path to Luthien was now open . . . except for those strange platforms rotating around the planet like a chain of delicate beads.


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Star Colonel Cara Devalis sat in her command chair aboard CNCS Ranger as it thrusted slowly towards the orbit.  She tried to project an aura of confidence to her crew . . . but she she had an uneasy feeling in her gut about just what those unknown objects were.

“We have entered range of our laser and missile battery, Star Colonel,” he executive officer called out.

“Lock a single battery on the nearest plaform, Tactical; Maneuvering, continue to close at 0.5-g’s . . . let’s see if we can get a better picture of what those things carry.”

“Aff,” several voices answered.  Another officer looked up.  “Heavy jamming, Star Colonel—sensors are still unable to penetrate their interference . . .” he looked down at his console and his face blanched.  “Status change!  LIDAR targeting systems are ranging us from all of the bogies in line-of-sight!”

“Weapons free, gunners engage at will!” Cara snarled.  “Maneuvering, evasive pattern Theta-Four!”

“MA’AM!” the sensor tech cried.  “They are opening fi. . .”

Ranger heaved as seventy-two of the orbital stations locked targeting and tracking systems onto her hull and each fired a single NL-55 Naval Laser.  Individually, the lasers were little more than pinpricks to the heavily armored Lola III-class destroyer.  But seventy-two of them, fired in a simultaneous salvo, proved far too much for her to handle.  Twenty-one missed outright, but the remaining fifty-one struck the Nova Cat ship directly on her nose—and her armored bow flowed and boiled away as the stilettos of light lanced into her.   More than two dozen beams penetrated into her internals and before the sensor tech could finish uttering the word 'fire', Rangers forward magazine was breached and her ammunition cooked off.

*****************************************************************

Janice Hoyt came out of her seat as the interlocking defense satellites known to the Draconis Combine as BattleSats eviscerated the Nova Cat destroyer and then a massive internal explosion tore the battered hulk into scattered debris in an eye-tearing explosion.

“Kerensky’s seed,” she whispered even as the glare of the eruption in the holotank died away.

“Star Admiral,” whispered Paul from his station.  “It appears each of those stations carries a single NL-55 capital naval laser—they seem to be very vulnerable to our return fire as well.  The three platforms Ranger managed to engage before her magazine blew were destroyed with a single shot each.”

“Acknowledged,” she said as she sat back down in her seat.  She had the firepower to destroy them—but those platforms also had the firepower to destroy every single one of her ships in return.  “New orders—we will institute the blockade outside of their engagement range; deploy our ships to englobe the planet.”

“At that range, with just seven ships, we may not be able to intercept launches from the surface, Star Admiral,” reported Knox.

“Understood—carry out my orders.  And fire up the HPG; I need to speak with Khan Howell.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 28, 2012, 06:22:00 PM
The Dragon’s Lair, Imperial Palace, Imperial City
Luthien, Draconis Combine
January 6, 3044


Takashi Kurita’s lips moved into a rare smile as the image of the Clan WarShip in orbit exploded on the monitor screen.  “Your toys appear to be working well, Theodore,” he chuckled.  “Well done, my son.  It is such a simple, elegant concept—why did we never think of this before?”

“During the Star League, had we built such a system, Father, it would not have mattered, for the Star League had thousands of WarShips at their disposal.  And this system is woefully vulnerable to hostile fire—without any protection from aerospace fighters.  It would have lasted perhaps five minutes against the SLDF . . . and no one wanted to invest the resources in a system that would be ultimately expendable at the time.”

“True,” the Dragon rumbled as he nodded his agreement.  “But these stations are inexpensive enough that we can produce them in quantity—and you, my Gunji-no-Kanrei, you deliberately held back more than one hundred aerospace fighters.  To protect our BattleSats?”

“Hai, Father.  Those Clan WarShips have few fighters left—they are in for a surprise if they try to clear the orbitals with them.”

“And Togura?”

Theodore smiled.  “If the Clan WarShips are here, they are not protecting their conquests—she is starting a series of raids against occupied worlds, raids aimed at destroying, or capturing, their JumpShips and supplies.  Let’s see how these Jaguars and Nova Cats enjoy that.”

Takashi laughed, and then his smiled faded.  He turned back to the monitor.  “Still, that ship, as unprepared and unready as she was, she managed to destroy three of our platforms.  If they come at us in strength . . .”

“We will hold.  The engineers at Luthien Armor Works tell me that they can produce a new BattleSat every week—and we have DropShips on the ground to ferry new platforms aloft and replace those destroyed in orbit.  No, Father, the orbitals will hold, unless they bring a many more ships to bear on us—and neither of these Clans has those ships available . . . according to both Wolf and ComStar.”

Takashi nodded.  “Good.  Soon enough, the Dragon will emerge in his full fury—you, my son, my Shogun, will lead our Armies and cast these invaders from our worlds.”

Theodore bowed.  “As the Dragon commands.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 28, 2012, 07:22:34 PM
Good stuff!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 28, 2012, 08:42:15 PM
Clan Smoke Jaguar Field Headquarters, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
January 6, 3044


“Star Admiral Hoyt,” Brandon Howell said through clenched teeth, “I seem to recall that your missiles are capable of engaging and killing targets are far longer rangers than naval lasers, quiaff?”

“Aff,” the holographic projection of Janice Hoyt answered.  She started to say something else, but the Khan interrupted her.

“Then destroy the platforms and institute a close blockade!”

“Begging the Khan’s pardon,” a third voice spoke up, “but it is not that simple, my Khan.”

“And you are?”

“Star Captain Paul Knox, executive officer of Streaking Mist, my Khan.”

The corner of Howell’s mouth twitched and he sternly frowned at the young Jaguar—with the Mongoose Bloodname!—who had spoken up.  “Explain.”

“We can fire our capital missiles in bearing-only mode, my Khan, which gives us an engagement range far beyond that in which these defensive platforms can engage us.  But there are several difficulties with that approach.”

“First, the missiles will consume their fuel once fired, turning them into ballistic projectiles with no ability to make course corrections.  This is will also render the missiles extremely vulnerable to hostile point defense systems.  The range at which we would have to launch against these targets—which have maneuvering thrusts and can undertake limited evasive action, combined with the inability of our missiles to maneuver into the targets and the blanket of ECM that our opponents are smothering the orbitals with means that we are looking at around a 3% hit ratio for White Shark- and Killer Whale-class missiles; perhaps around 18-20% if we restrict ourselves to Barracuda-class capital missiles with their more accurate targeting systems.  Either way, we will run out of missiles long before we manage to achieve a single hit on every target.”

“Second,” the Jaguar continued, as he ignored the rapidly flushing face of his Khan, “an examination of Rangers engagement showed that the platforms are lightly armored—a single missile will not guarantee us a kill even if it hits, not even a Killer Whale-class which packs the largest warhead of any our capital missiles.”

“Third, the Kuritas pulled back the platforms into a very low orbit after we established our blockade.  While this means that fewer platforms can simultaneously target any one of our ships, it allows means that any misses will slam into the planet’s atmosphere—and with that heavy ECM coverage; I cannot ensure that any miss will self-destruct.  Which means, my Khan, that possibly as many as two-thirds of our misses, which could be as much as 97% of our total missiles fired, will impact the planetary surface with armed warheads.  And that violates the direct orders of ilKhan against indiscriminate planetary bombardment . . . my Khan.”

Brandon Howell bit his tongue and he forced himself to nod.  “Well, then, Star Captain Knox . . . what is your recommendation?”

“A fighter strike once we replace our lost birds, my Khan.  Naval lasers have little effectiveness against fighters and a single Star might well be able to destroy all of the platforms.  However, if the Combine has retained any fighters of their own, we might not be able to accomplish this; in which case we will have to move in and engage the targets with our shipboard weaponry.  Our WarShips can destroy the platforms by the dozens, my Khan, but we will take heavy damage if we try to bull through.  Perhaps you can make arrangements with the Ravens or Scorpions to use some of their ships in the assault?”

The eyes of the Jaguar Khan grew wide and his jaw worked, but he forced himself visibly to take a deep breath.  “Star Admiral Hoyt . . . do you concur?” he asked quietly.

Janice Hoyt slowly nodded.  “I do, my Khan.”

“Very well.  Maintain your blockade as best you are able—I will scrounge up replacement pilots and fighters from somewhere.  But know this, Star Captain Knox; if your plan fails, you will bear my wrath.”

And without another word, Howell cut the transmission.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 28, 2012, 09:46:55 PM
Someone doesn't deal well with failure.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 29, 2012, 02:29:39 PM
Clan Stone Lion Field Headquarters, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
January 6, 3044


Natasha Kerensky walked into her office and she offered the rising officer waiting for her a warm smile.  “Aidan, I trust there is not another problem?”

Aidan Pryde chuckled.  “Other than eight more Trials of Grievance fought between our Warriors over minor insults and bruised egos, my Khan, there are no problems worthy of being brought to your attention.”

The Black Widow sighed.  Damn fools . . . thinking only of their individual honor—even the free-births!  She shook her head and crossed over to her desk, only to come to a halt at the sight of the wooden crate sitting in her chair.

“A gift, saKhan?” she asked.

“More like a test, Khan Kerensky,” the former Falcon turned Stone Lion answered.  “You did say that the Kommandos needed a larger challenge . . . I provided them a worthy challenge and they rose to the occasion.”

As part of her new Clan, Natasha had formed up a group of Elementals and vehicle crewmen tasked with special operations—a wholly unappreciated endeavor of covert operations amongst the Clans.   So far, the Stone Lions Kommando Cluster consisted of just two Trinary of troops—finding Clan troopers with the proper mindset had proven rather . . . discouraging, she thought.  Still, they had managed to scrounge up a few, over the objections of other Khans and the ilKhan herself.

Natasha walked over to her chair and lifted the heavy crate, using her survival knife to pry up the nailed down lid and she shook her head again as she gazed upon the six bottles packed in straw within.  She began to laugh as she pulled one of the green tinted bottles out and read the label.

“Glenlivet single-malt Scotch, aged thirty-six years!  Aidan, you didn’t send the Kommando to raid Nikolai Djerassi’s cellar did you?”

The saKhan laughed.  “The Scorpion keeps his cellar more heavily guarded than his field headquarters, my Khan.  I thought it might serve as a good graduation exercise for the Kommando—they had orders to get in, grab their objective, and get out . . . without raising the alarm or killing any Scorpion defenders.  They did it.”

“So I see,” she answered with a smile as she began to cut away the wax seal holding the cork in place.  She laughed again as Aidan lifted a cork-screw; but she put aside the knife and took the utensil.  “Nikolai will be furious, you realize.  I would not put it past him to seek revenge in kind.”

Aidan shrugged.  “He is a Scorpion, my Khan.  Besides, we are all departing for Tukayyid on the morrow—he shall not have the time to properly come up with a method of retaliation.”

“True,” Natasha said with a grunt as the cork popped out of the narrow neck of the whiskey bottle.  Aidan put two glasses on her desk and she chuckled again.  “How did I ever deserve a saKhan like you, Aidan Pryde?”
“You do not,” he answered.  “Still, since the Falcons have expressed a desire to rid themselves of me, I might as well make myself useful to you.”

The Khan poured three fingers of the deep, smoky colored whiskey into each of the glasses, then she corked the bottle and lifted one; Aidan took the other.  “To victory, my saKhan,” she said.

“I think, after having read your analysis of our opponents, I would rather toast to Survival, my Khan,” as he clinked his glass against hers.

Both took a sip, and Natasha sat down with a groan.  “I need a shower,” she said.

“Yes.  Yes, you do, my Khan.”

“I see you are giving the touman a break tonight—why?”

“They have far to go yet, my Khan, but they have already united and become one unit faster than I thought possible.  We have rough patches, we still have holes in our formations, and they are still as argumentative as any Mandrill ever decanted—but they have drastically improved.  I wanted to give them one night to rejoice in being a Warrior before we board ship for Tukayyid.”

Natasha took another swallow of the stout whiskey and she nodded with a shrug.  “Your call, Aidan; be sure and keep guards posted on the HQ building though—do not underestimate Nikolai Djerassi, saKhan Pryde.  I am heading for the showers and then a meal before I grab some sleep.”

“It will be as you command, my Khan,” Aidan said with a bow as she drained the last of her whiskey and left the office.

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on July 29, 2012, 09:48:00 PM
Nasty
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 30, 2012, 01:26:36 PM
The Steel Palace, Malcheema
Arcturus, Lyran Commonwealth, Federated Commonwealth
January 14, 3044


“Marshal Stephen Davion of the Armed Forces of the Federated Commonwealth!” the door warden announced loudly.

Melissa Steiner-Davion stood from her seat behind the oak desk and she tried hard to keep her composure as she saw the exhausted, harrowed face of her husband’s cousin.  This was not the vibrant, confident man who had set out to raid the Isles a few short months ago.  Hanse also rose and Melissa squeezed his hand in support and her husband nodded slightly—clearly Stephen Davion had experienced a rough time.

Quintus Allard, Morgan Hasek-Davion, and Roman Steiner—Melissa’s new General of the Lyran Armies—stood as well in the spacious and ornate office deep within the original Palace of the Archons on the old capital world of Arcturus.

Marshal Davion stopped in front of the desk and bowed low.  “Your majesties,” he said simply.

“I thought we had lost you, Stephen,” said Hanse quietly in an effort to break the sudden and oppressive silence that fell over the room.  “And the Armored Cavalry as well.”

“You did, my Prince,” his cousin answered with a scowl on his face.  “My troops were defeated and taken captive—only the decision of their Khan to release us allowed the return of my fifty-seven survivors . . . without our ‘Mechs, fighters, DropShips, or JumpShips.  I will, of course, resign my commission in the wake of this . . . disaster.”

“Absolutely not!” snapped Hanse in reply.  “You have had more contact with these Clans than anyone else other in Our service . . . We shall need that perspective, Stephen.  And welcome home.”

“It is good to be back, my Prince.  Archon,” he said with a bow to Melissa, “I was released for a specific reason, to deliver unto you a message from Khan Nikolas Djerassi of Clan Goliath Scorpion.  Star Captain Jason Scott volunteered to accompany me and answer any of your questions—to provide you with living, breathing proof of the sincerity of the Scorpions proposal.  He is an ambassador, not a prisoner.”

“Some Ambassador,” Hanse snorted.  “Six—six!—of the men I sent aboard that DropShip to take him into custody remain in the hospital!”

“He was willing to be taken into custody, but he was not willing to be shackled like a criminal!  And Star Captain Scott did not start that confrontation—he defended himself after your guards slammed a rifle butt into his kidney!” Stephen snarled, and Hanse looked up in surprise.

“Marshal Davion, he is the enemy—remember that.”

Stephen lowered his head and he shook it.  “I fought them on Rondane—two-thirds of my Regiment died on Rondane, Prince Davion!  And even as a POW taken in combat and subject to being one of their bondsmen, I was never treated like that!  Nor were my . . .” Stephen’s voice cracked, and he had to pause and collect himself, “nor were any of my surviving men and women.  You didn’t capture that warrior in battle, he came here under a flag of truce to convey a message, and your guards deliberately provoked a confrontation!”

“Both of you stop,” Melissa said calmly as she sat.  “Why don’t we sit down and find out exactly why these Scorpions released Stephen?”

One by one, the others took their seats and Stephen nodded at the Archon.  “Khan Djerassi asked that I bear you a message, Archon Melissa; a message that might put an end to this war.  His plan . . .” and Stephen explained to the small group exactly what Nikolai had in mind.

Hanse barked out a laugh.  “Of course!  Why didn’t I think of this?  He just wants us to reform the Star League!  Doesn’t he know how the 1st Succession War started in the first place?”

“That was a different time, your Majesty,” Stephen answered softly.  “And we have united to fight against the Clans—it might just be possible if you and the Archon threw your weight behind it.”

“And throw away the Federated Commonwealth in the process!” Hanse snapped.  “We are this close to reuniting the Inner Sphere under one government already, and you expect us to derail that on the word of this Clan bastard?”

“Hanse,” Melissa said softly as she laid one hand on her husband’s forearm, and he subsided.  The Archon of the Lyran Commonwealth turned her stern gaze—so much like that of her mother Katrina, Stephen suddenly realized, on the former prisoner.  “Even if this is possible, which I doubt, why would Takashi Kurita bow down to Jaime Wolf?”

“He wouldn’t,” answered Stephen.  “Star Captain Scott and I have been discussing this for three weeks now, and he has doubts that Wolf would even accept such a position.  But he believes he has an idea who the Lords of the Great Houses would follow, especially if that person held the title of First Lord, but the true power rested with the Council—a Council which must include ComStar to offset the three votes of the Federated Commonwealth.”

Hanse grimaced at the idea and Quintus Allard shook his head, but Melissa just nodded.  “And that person would be?”

“You, Archon Steiner-Davion.  Thomas Marik and Takashi Kurita know well you are no puppet—you will make your own decisions, even if Hanse disagrees with them.  A few years ago, they might not have thought that, but today?  They recognize your worth.”

Melissa jerked upright in her chair, a shocked expression on her face.  “ME?” she whispered.

“You, Archon Steiner-Davion.  Thomas and Takashi will not follow Hanse; Takashi will see the Draconis Combine in ruins before he bows to Jaime Wolf—but you are a horse of a different color.  And reforming the League will bring this war to a sudden halt as the Clans find themselves in a philosophical quandary.”

“Philosophy doesn’t win wars, Marshal,” said Quintus Allard.  “Soldiers with guns win wars.”

“Even in war, moral power is to physical as three parts out of four.”

“Napoleon Bonaparte,” whispered Hanse.  “Still, they will know this is just a ploy.”

“Or is it?” asked Stephen.  “We can weld a new Star League out of this mess—and throw all of the Clans into chaos and confusion.  And in the process, the Scorpions will come to our side.”

“With two Galaxies,” muttered Morgan Hasek-Davion.  “Their WarShips will be appreciated, but their small number of Clusters will mean little overall.”

“Wrong.  Khan Djerassi is moving ALL of his Scorpions forward—seven Galaxies of front-line and second line troops, plus another twenty-eight Clusters of Garrison forces.  Fifty-seven Clusters of troops, Field Marshal, which he will command at the orders of the First Lord of the Star League.”

And absolute silence hung over the room, as even Hanse Davion blinked.

“Fifty-seven Clusters?” gasped Roman Steiner.  “Wolf said they are one of the smaller Clans!”

“They are,” Stephen agreed bluntly.  “If every Clan brought their full force forward, we could not stand against them!  The Bears alone—if they do the same—can field more than one hundred Clusters, both front-line and garrison.  Hanse we can stop what the Clans have here now, but what if they do not give up this fight?  What if they bring everything they have into the fray?”  Stephen shook his head.   â€œAt the very least, this plan might buy us time, not to mention a sudden infusion of fresh troops with Clan technology.  And they are bringing with them their scientists, their technicians, their merchants, and pre-fabricated factories to produce their own gear.  Have you given THAT any thought, Minister Allard?”

No one replied as each of the leaders in the room considered it carefully.  Finally, Melissa nodded.  “We will have to contact Thomas and Takashi; Candace and the Primus—and Jaime Wolf.  And all of this hinges on whether or not Jaime’s Grand Army can defeat their Tukayyid strike force.  When does that start?”

Stephen winced.  “They are scheduled to jump into the system in . . . three hours and fourteen minutes, your Majesty.”

The Archon of the Lyran Commonwealth nodded firmly and she stood, quickly followed by her husband, his cousin, and their advisors.  “In that case, we need to establish contact right away.  I will authorize the expenditure for a real-time HPG connection.”

“And if they are assaulting Tukayyid with this much, perhaps we can move the RCTs waiting their next onslaught into an offensive posture,” mused Hanse.

“Those RCTs will be busy,” Stephen said dryly.  “Khan Djerassi informed me that they launching Wave IV simultaneously, for the express purpose of stopping you from doing exactly that.”

“No matter,” said Melissa.  “It is in the hands of Our brave soldiers now—and Wolf’s.  We will concentrate on what we can accomplish—and I believe that I will have a discussion with Star Captain Scott.”

“Just make damn certain you have four centimeters of armored glass between you and him, Archon—he is liable to be just a little bit pissed right now,” Stephen said sourly.

“Ja,” added Roman Steiner.  “I read the medical reports—I would rather she spoke to him from the cockpit of a Warhammer.”

"You might be right, General Steiner," agreed Stephen.  "You might be right."
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 30, 2012, 01:27:02 PM
I rewrote the last section; hope that this works better.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Kwic on July 30, 2012, 06:01:48 PM
is it bad that I check a couple sites to see if they have a more recent update?

Excellent work MA.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on July 30, 2012, 07:07:28 PM
I rewrote the last section; hope that this works better.

MA

Yeah, works much better.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on July 31, 2012, 02:53:24 PM
I didn't see the previous one so I won't tell you if it is better or worst.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 31, 2012, 04:19:15 PM
The Steel Palace, Malcheema
Arcturus, Lyran Commonwealth, Federated Commonwealth
January 14, 3044


The images of the assembled Lords of the Inner Sphere were silent as Stephen Davion finished reciting Nikolai Djerassi’s message.  Silent except for a sudden bark of incredulous laughter from Takashi Kurita.

Jaime Wolf shook his head ruefully.  “You need not even begin your protests, Lord Kurita,” he said.  “First Lord of the Star League?  I well know my limits—and this exceeds them.  I am less well-suited to assuming that role than General Kerensky was after the Amaris Coup . . . and none of you would particularly care for how I would deal with political problems.”

“Could such an action even deter the Clans?” mused Candace Liao.  “It seems to me that it would only infuriate them—robbing them of the chance to remake the Star League in their own image.”

J. Elliot Jamison snorted.  “The die-hard Crusaders will not be deterred in the least—but most of the Clans are not quite so fanatical in orientation.  From our intelligence reports, there is an almost equal split between Crusader and Warden factions—and many of the so-called Crusaders are moderate in nature.  The Jaguars, the Falcons, the Hellions, the Vipers, and the Spirits will howl if this comes to pass, but the others will at least pause and give the matter some thought.  It could take the wind out of their sails, cut them off at the knees, or whatever other metaphor you wish to use.  Not to mention that if, if, the Scorpions do change sides and declare for the Star League, it might well lead others to at least consider doing the same.  And as for you not being capable as First Lord, Jaime Wolf, I’d wager that the troops at least would follow you—what troops we have left after this battle, that is.”

Thomas Marik shook his head in resignation.  “While I have nothing personal against Supreme Commander Wolf, Takashi will never allow him to become First Lord—and we all know it.  Jaime Wolf knows that as well, Colonel Jamison.  In a similar fashion, neither Takashi or myself can accept Hanse Davion on the throne of the First Lord, just as he—and his people—would never accept Takashi or even Candace.  And that leaves . . . Melissa Steiner-Davion and myself as potential candidates.”

“You are forgetting ComStar,” Michael York added quietly.  He quickly held up his hand.  “I do not want nor do I desire the office; my hands are quite full enough dealing with the problems my predecessors allowed within my organization itself.  Not that the Fox or the Archon would accept me—because of the manner in which my predecessors . . . interfered in their realms.  Still, the candidate must be acceptable to ComStar as a whole.”

“Agreed,” snapped Hanse, although a scowl was clearly evident upon his face.  “Jaime, Takashi, Candace, the Primus, and I are all eliminated . . . which as Lord Marik says leaves us with two choices.”

“One of which is your wife,” barked Takashi.  “Although,” and the stern mask of the face of the Coordinator of the Draconis Combine softened and he almost smiled, “it would be worth putting her on the Throne to see you have to jump at her orders for a change.”

The Primus raised his hand.  “Would she be willing to abdicate as Archon?  The First Lord of the Star League must not be shown as favoring any of the Great Houses, after all—he or she must be scrupulously fair and even-handed.”

And once again silence descended on the gathering, broken only the occasional static of some random HPG interference.

“I have fought for too long to reunite the League,” Thomas Marik at last said.  “I will not hand it over to take the reigns of some . . . ceremonial position.”

“Hardly ceremonial,” continued the Primus.  “If the Scorpions are speaking the truth when they offer their full strength as part of a restored Star League Defense Force, then the First Lord will command a force greater in size than the current Capellan Confederation Armed Forces.  And, as Primus of ComStar, the ComGuards will provide at least half, if not more, of our total forces to the SLDF.  Combined with the Scorpions, this First Lord will have a force of arms at his or her command which exceeds that of any single Successor State.”

“Abdicate?  I cannot abdicate my rule of the Lyran Commonwealth,” said Melissa.  “My eldest son is still a minor—and that would put Ryan Steiner in the seat of Archon, which would be a catastrophe.”

“And Victor is my heir as well,” added Hanse.  “But the matter of who will succeed both Melissa and myself can be resolved at a latter date—I believe that all of us here can agree that the power of the First Lord will have to rest on the votes of the High Council.”

“A High Council where your Federated Commonwealth will control three of the five votes, Hanse,” said Thomas with a sour look.  “Or three of six if we give ComStar a seat.”

“Or just three of seven if admit the Scorpions as a member state,” mused the Primus, “and give them a vote as well.  You did say that they wanted seven worlds in the Lyons Thumb to call their own—as an independent power.”

Hanse frowned.  “I do not like giving them seven more of our worlds.”

“Seven Lyran worlds, dear,” said Melissa.  And then she smiled.  “It would infuriate Ryan would it not?”

“He is a dangerous man,” Takashi warned.  “For all that I sneer at your Steiner military prowess, at least many of your kin are honorable—that viper is the exception that proves the rule.”

“So none of us are willing to take the throne—or to see another of number upon it,” added Jaime Wolf.  “Yet, if we do this, we must have a First Lord.  Otherwise, even those Clans who will be willing to consider stopping this conflict will not be persuaded.”

“There is perhaps another answer,” chimed in Michael.  “Precentor Martial Focht, would you accept this role?”

Takashi jerked in surprise—but perhaps no more so than the white-robed masked man standing beside the Primus.  Hanse shook his head again.  “I will not accept a ComStar precentor or adept, Primus.”

“Not even one that is a cousin to your wife, Hanse Davion?  Tell them Focht—the time for secrets is at an end.”
Melissa’s head whipped around at the words of the Primus and her jaw dropped as Focht removed his mask and lowered his hood.  “Fredrick?  You . . . you . . . you’re dead!”

Anastasius Focht—Fredrick Steiner—shook his head.  “The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.”

“But how . . . why . . .” Melissa sputtered in shock.

The Precentor Martial nodded in understanding.  “I was a pawn in Lestrade’s schemes, Melissa.  Used as a tool in an effort to further his ambitions—he planned on me supplanting your mother and then ruling the Commonwealth behind his puppet.  Me.   When Theodore Kurita took me prisoner, I asked him not to return me—and that he report my death to Aunt Katrina.”

Michael York smiled.  “And since he did not want to ever play at politics again, he served his new masters well—never giving them any information on the Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces, but doing what he could to aid Theodore in building his Ghost Regiments.  And then, when Primus Waterly desired to expand the ComGuards, Takashi and Theodore gave him to ComStar—and once again, he served without regard for his own status.  And he served well in that role.”

Takashi frowned, but then he nodded.  “I have no objections to Anastasius Focht on the throne of the First Lord.  He will not interfere in the internal workings of my realm—this I know from speaking to him.”

“And I will release him from service to ComStar—freeing him from all vows and oaths he has taken,” added the Primus.

Jaime Wolf chuckled.  “Better you than me, Precentor Martial—no objections here.”

Thomas still frowned, but at last he nodded as the Primus glared at him.  “I will not vote for him—but neither will I vote against him.”

Hanse still stood by his wife and his face was set stone, but his left hand trembled slightly.  Candace nodded her agreement as well.  “I know you don’t trust them, Hanse . . . but he is the last remaining choice—and he has my vote,” she said quietly.

“Fine!” snapped Hanse and he jerked his hand out of the grip of his wife.  “But we—the High Council—will make the decisions, not this . . . puppet of ComStar.”

“HANSE!” Melissa said in an anger tone.  And then she collected herself.  “If Fredrick Stein-,” she grimaced, before correcting herself, “Anastasius Focht gives his word, then I for one believe him!  But I have not yet heard him answer.”

All eyes fell on Focht where his image stood next to that of the Primus, and he swallowed heavily.  “I foreswore all politics—I gave my Oath to God, I would not let myself get used again.”

“Precentor Martial, we are all used in this life,” said Michael York with a smile.  “Here is your chance to start a new life—your third life, and in a such a fashion that history will never, ever forget your name.”

Focht’s shoulders slumped and he shook his.  “My hubris admits that such an idea is attractive, but I have no children—no heirs.”

Jaime Wolf smiled.  “If the Scorpions join us, with their Scientists, they can easily create you an heir, Focht!  And you will not even have to get married!” he finished with a laugh.  “So I take it that is a yes, quiaff?”

Slowly Focht nodded his head.  “If it is the will of the Lords of the Inner Sphere that I take up this burden, than I shall accept it as my . . . karma, my fate, if you will.”

“And seeing that we are agreed in principle, at least,” Michael York said with a smile, “I would suggest that we meet on Terra at a future date to iron out all of the little details.  In the meantime, I think Jaime Wolf and his Grand Army have a battle to fight.”

“No, Primus,” Focht said in a suddenly powerful voice.  “If we are to do this, best we do it right.  Jaime Wolf . . . as First Lord of the Star League Reborn, having been selected for this post by the Lords of the Great Houses of the Inner Sphere in unanimity, will you accept from me a commission as the Commanding General of the Star League Defense Forces?”

Jaime Wolf drew in a deep breath and then he knelt and bowed his head.  “Seyla, First Lord.  I will.”

“Then go, my Knight, and inform your foes they face no disparate force joined together only in desperation, but that they fight against the Star League Defense Force made anew.”

“Inform the Clans of Kerensky that the Star League once again stands—and it stands in opposition to their Invasion,” Focht finished.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on July 31, 2012, 06:59:50 PM
As requested by the Master, Wave IV map attached.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 31, 2012, 08:14:56 PM
You are the man, Blacknova!

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on July 31, 2012, 09:40:15 PM
Scorpion Epsilon Galaxy Field Headquarters, Bodo
Rondane, Chainelaine Isles, Clan Goliath Scorpion Enclave
January 14, 3044


The Ghost Bear officer frowned.  “Star Colonel Hardo, we need every bit of production possible . . . yet, your Scorpions are disassembling your factories!”

The Scorpion nodded in pleasure as his Elementals aided in the heavy lifting, right alongside technicians and laborers.  The fact that his Warriors were pitching in on the labor, that, as much as the actual work in progress, was probably what the Bear so distressed.

“We have orders from above, Star Captain Kabrinski,” Benjamin Hardo said with a shrug.  “Khan Djerassi ordered that we prepare these facilities to be moved—and that is what my men are now doing.”

“But moved where?”

The Scorpion shrugged again.  “We have not yet received those orders—or the transports, Star Captain.  I would imagine one of our worlds somewhere closer to the front lines; the travel time between here and Memmingen is far less than between Memmingen and the Homeworlds, but is still sufficient to cause a lag in supply delivery.”

“So . . . you are abandoning Rondane?” the Bear asked softly.

“Not to my knowledge,” Benjamin chuckled.  “These are all pre-fabricated structures we are taking apart—the more permanent factories we built in the caverns will remain at the least.”

The Bear nodded.  It did make sense, after all.  In a certain fashion.  But then he shook his head.  “I cannot believe you managed to get your Warriors to do menial labor.”

“Why not?  We, with the sole exception of you, are all Scorpions here.  The Clan needs this done—and it is the job of a Warrior to serve his Clan in any capacity.  That is something too many of our trothkin have forgotten, Jackson.”

“Hmmmm,” the Bear mused.  “Our Clan is a family, but my Warriors would demand a Trial of Refusal and one of Grievance if I were to command them to do such.”

“Short-sighted, quiaff?” Benjamin laughed.  “No offense, Jackson, but some Warriors are just too full of themselves, too . . . infatuated with the idea of their superiority that they would see their Clan suffer instead of picking up a shovel and pitching in to get a project complete.  And we have our own fair share of those imbeciles—they do not last long among the Scorpions, but each generation has a few.”

“Well, it is your Clan, so I should not complain overly much,” Kabrinski said with a smile.  “After all, you are not making me get out there and turn a wrench.”

“Of course not, Star Captain Kabrinski . . . if I were to put you out there, you would be hauling heavy equipment with the rest of my Elementals instead of wasting those muscles extracting bolts!”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on August 01, 2012, 02:44:21 AM
Very different but I like it great work
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on August 01, 2012, 07:36:43 AM
Kabrinski's first name is not Jackson.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 01, 2012, 12:41:35 PM
Different Kabrinski; this isn't Jake.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on August 01, 2012, 01:59:46 PM
Different Kabrinski; this isn't Jake.

MA

Hmm...might want to select a different name. It's close enough to the original that I thought it was a typo.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 01, 2012, 02:06:20 PM
CIKS Victory, Proximity Point J2
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 15, 3044


ilKhan Yvonne Hazen took in a deep breath as the holographic display stabilized and projected the blue-white orb that was her target.  Icons in seventeen different colors splashed over the display—but none of them were the harsh crimson of her enemies.

“Where are their ships?” she asked.

“Located them, ilKhan,” a sensor tech cried.  “Twenty-two WarShips are holding station out-system—four hours from planetary orbit.  Force composition is primarily destroyers and frigates, but I am detecting at least three cruisers and one battlecruiser among them.”

The ship’s commanding officer frowned.  “If we go after them . . . they can lead us on a chase throughout the outer system, before jumping away at a proximity point or past the limit.”

“And if we do not give chase?” Yvonne asked.

“Then they can choose when and where to move against us.”

“We have the advantage in numbers—forty vs. twenty-two, quiaff?”

“Aff.  Provided that those ships are not outfitted with nuclear tipped anti-ship missiles, we have the advantage here—and we will not know for certain until they come close enough to attack.”

Yvonne frowned.  Naval combat was not something she routinely dwelled upon—but she had a Khan who did.  “Raise CSRS James McKenna—I want to speak with Khan McKenna.”

The connection was quickly made.  “Options?” she asked the Raven Khan standing on the command deck of his battleship.

“One, we ignore them and proceed to orbit with our full force, minus a small flotilla to protect our JumpShips.  If they seek battle they will have to come to us.  Two, we keep the Fleet concentrated at the proximity point sheltering our JumpShips, with only a handful of ships to support the landings.  Three, detach a Task Force to deal with them and set off in pursuit while we retain a second group of WarShips here to protect our JumpShips and a third group to move into orbit to support our landings—that option opens us to defeat in detail should they successfully evade or if they have additional WarShips,” the Raven frowned.  “Their numbers are less than what Khan Kerensky claimed . . . they could have additional WarShips in nearby systems waiting to be summoned.”   

“You can defeat them, quiaff?”

“Aff, they have nothing heavier than a battlecruiser—our force contains three battleships, ilKhan Hazen.”

“Even if they have shipboard nuclear weapons?”

“If that scenario holds true, our losses will rise sharply—but we can defeat what we know they have in-system at this time—if they have no further reinforcements.”

“I do not like leaving WarShips in the hands of these Scavenger Lords,” Yvonne mused . . . but she finally nodded.  “We will remain concentrated and move against their ships only if they come to us.”

“Aff, ilKhan,” the Raven answered.  “In that case, I would recommend keeping the bulk of the Combined Fleet here, at the proximity point to provide our transports with protection—we can be in planetary orbit in forty-one minutes if that proves necessary, but the JumpShips will be vulnerable to additional WarShips jumping into the Tukayyid system.”

“Make it so, Khan McKenna,” Yvonne answered.  “Inform the Khans we are pro-. . .”

“ilKhan, we are receiving a transmission from the planet—Jaime Wolf is requesting a batchall,” a comm-tech reported.

“Open the channel,” she commanded and the ilKhan of the Clans straightened to her full height as the image of the Wolf traitor shimmered into existence in front of her.  And Yvonne stared in shock, because Jaime Wolf wore the same olive-drab uniform that Aleksandyr Kerensky had once worn—the uniform of the Star League Defense Force!

“ilKhan Hazen,” the image said politely, with a slight bow.  “I, Jaime Wolf, Commanding General of the Star League Reborn, present in body and blood upon the surface of Tukayyid contest your claim for this world, and for all of the worlds of the Inner Sphere.  Your invasion will end here amid blood, sweat, and tears; it will end by the will of my Warriors vying with yours, with victory going to he who has the right.”

“The Star League is dead!” Yvonne barked.  “What is this . . . heresy?”

Jaime Wolf smiled a cold, cold smile at the ilKhan.  “Yvonne Hazen, you managed to accomplish a deed that Aleksandyr Kerensky could not have done—a deed that generation after generation of War and squabbles and ruined factories failed to carry out.  You, and your Clans, have united the Inner Sphere to join together and reform the Star League under First Lord Anastasius Focht.  And I have been asked to serve the Star League Reborn as Commanding General.”

Yvonne swallowed and she shook her head.  “This is a sham—a ploy!  The Lords are using you in an effort to trick us!”

“No tricks, no shams, no ploys, ilKhan of the Clans.  The Star League is Reborn and First Lord Focht instructed me to inform you that it stands in opposition to your Invasion.  Withdraw now, and we can hammer out a peace—or come against me with your full fury and witness for yourself the unity and power of the Star League Defense Forces under my command.”

The ilKhan stared at the image for a second, then two, and then three before she replied.  “We will come and we will destroy you—the Clans of Kerensky shall never allow a false Star League to remain.”

“Then I shall face you with all of the forces at my disposal—a complete order of battle will be transmitted to you, ilKhan Hazen.  And I grant unto you command safcon—your landings will be unopposed.  Let us settle this on the surface as Warriors.”

“And your WarShips?”

“They will intervene only if you resort to orbital bombardments—and they will do so with full magazines of nuclear-tipped anti-ship missiles at their disposal.”  Jaime smiled grimly.  “I only regret that you arrived too late to fight ALL of us—a portion of our command has already moved to . . . shall we say a suitable location to begin counterattacks against the worlds you have taken.”

Yvonne’s blood ran cold . . . if the rest of the forces Natasha Kerensky had told her of were on the move, then the Invasion itself would be placed in jeopardy.  But, that no longer mattered.  She was here, and her enemy—at least in part—was here.  And here, on the surface of a world known as Tukayyid, would the decision be made.

“Our WarShips will not conduct orbital bombardments, traitor—we shall indeed settle this matter Warrior to Warrior.  Ready yourself for combat, Jaime Wolf, for I am coming.”

“Bargained well and done, ilKhan Hazen.  We who are about to die—as well as those who will emerge victorious—await you,” Jaime said with a grinning snarl ferocious enough to fit his Clan’s totem.  And the transmission ceased.

“Message to all Khans!” Yvonne barked.  “Prepare to ground our Clusters—I want that order of battle analyzed . . . quickly!  And targets identified.  Do not inform them of this . . . Star League Reborn foolishness.”

The com-tech swallowed heavily.  “ilKhan, they already know—all of our Warriors know.  Wolf’s transmission was sent to every ship, and they relayed your responses.”

A second com-tech rose as the ilKhan cursed, “I have the Khans on channel two, ilKhan Hazen; they are requesting to speak with you.”

“Which ones?” Yvonne spat.

“All of them, my ilKhan.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 01, 2012, 03:46:06 PM
And a special surprise for the loyal readers out there . . . Jaime Wolf's Archer!

Code: [Select]
Jaime Wolf's Archer

Mass: 70 tons
Tech Base: Clan
Chassis Config: Biped
Rules Level: Tournament Legal
Era: Clan Invasion
Tech Rating/Era Availability: F/X-X-D
Production Year: 3044
Cost: 15,050,723 C-Bills
Battle Value: 2,405

Chassis: Unknown Endo-Steel
Power Plant: Unknown 280 Fusion XL Engine
Walking Speed: 43.2 km/h
Maximum Speed: 64.8 km/h
Jump Jets: None
    Jump Capacity: 0 meters
Armor: Unknown Ferro-Fibrous
Armament:
    2  Large Pulse Lasers
    4  LRM-15s w/ Artemis IV FCS
    2  ER Medium Lasers
    1  Flamer
Manufacturer: Unknown
    Primary Factory: Unknown
Communications System: Unknown
Targeting and Tracking System: Unknown

================================================================================
Equipment           Type                         Rating                   Mass 
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Internal Structure: Endo-Steel                   107 points                3.50
    Internal Locations: 3 LA, 2 RA, 1 LL, 1 RL
Engine:             XL Fusion Engine             280                       8.00
    Walking MP: 4
    Running MP: 6
    Jumping MP: 0
Heat Sinks:         Double Heat Sink             11(22)                    1.00
Gyro:               Standard                                               3.00
Cockpit:            Standard                                               3.00
    Actuators:      L: SH+UA+LA+H    R: SH+UA+LA+H
Armor:              Ferro-Fibrous                AV - 211                 11.00
    Armor Locations: 2 LA, 3 RA, 1 LL, 1 RL
    CASE Locations: LT, RT                                                 0.00

                                                      Internal       Armor     
                                                      Structure      Factor     
                                                Head     3            9         
                                        Center Torso     22           30       
                                 Center Torso (rear)                  8         
                                           L/R Torso     15           24       
                                    L/R Torso (rear)                  6         
                                             L/R Arm     11           22       
                                             L/R Leg     15           30       

================================================================================
Equipment                                 Location    Heat    Critical    Mass 
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Large Pulse Laser                            RA        10        2         6.00
Large Pulse Laser                            LA        10        2         6.00
2 LRM-15s                                    RT        10        4         7.00
    Artemis IV FCS                           RT        -         2         2.00
2 LRM-15s                                    LT        10        4         7.00
    Artemis IV FCS                           LT        -         2         2.00
2 (R) ER Medium Lasers                       CT        10        2         2.00
Flamer                                       HD        3         1         0.50
@LRM-15 (Artemis) (32)                       RT        -         4         4.00
@LRM-15 (Artemis) (32)                       LT        -         4         4.00
                                            Free Critical Slots: 2

BattleForce Statistics
MV      S (+0)  M (+2)  L (+4)  E (+6)   Wt.   Ov   Armor:      7    Points: 24
4          4       4       4       0      3     3   Structure:  4
Special Abilities: CASE, SRCH, ES, SEAL, SOA, IF 3
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on August 01, 2012, 06:10:13 PM
Flamer? Interesting choice.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 01, 2012, 06:21:46 PM
It was that or an ER Small laser, or a Micro Pulse Laser, and of the three the flamer has best AP capabilities.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 01, 2012, 11:28:18 PM
DropShip Knife Dance Alpha, Inbound to Orbit
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 15, 3044


“My Khan, we have finished our analysis,” the old Warrior commanding Nikolai’s HQ staff quietly said over the radio.  “Uploading the data now.”

Nikolai smiled—this was another area where the Clans viewed his Scorpions as heretical.  Unlike most Khans (Marion Truscott being a noted exception), Nikolai and his predecessor had both arranged for those Warriors to old to serve in the front lines to command separate HQ staffs at the Cluster, Galaxy, and Touman level.  Assisted by teams of trained technicians, merchants, and even a handful of scientists, the Warriors sorted through the chaff of all the intelligence reports and provided the Khan with the information he needed—without him having to actually pour over the documents and signals intercepts in question.

The Scorpion whistled as he quickly scrolled through the data and then he frowned.  “Knife Dance Actual to Ebony Actual,” he broadcast, “I have the analysis you requested, ilKhan.”

Yvonne’s voice quickly came back over the speaker of Nikolai’s Death Dancer.  “Aff.  I am tying your broadcast into all the Khans . . . go ahead, Knife Dance Actual.”

“All Khans, this is Nikolai Djerassi.  Analysis of Wolf’s order of battle indicates that he has deployed approximately six thousand BattleMechs, forty-eight hundred combat vehicles, twenty-eight thousand infantry in light powered armor, three hundred pieces of artillery, and two thousand aerospace fighters.  His forces are grouped in three distinct elements—all defending terrain that is rather . . . formidable to assault.”

“The force I am designating as Combat Command Alpha is situated in the Kozice Valley, with nineteen regiments of BattleMechs, twenty-four regiments of armor, forty-eight regiments of infantry, and one hundred artillery pieces.  Combat Command Beta is holding defensive positions in the Dinju and Tamo Mountain Ranges, with eighteen regiments of BattleMechs, sixteen regiments of armor, thirty-two regiments of infantry, and one hundred and forty artillery tubes.  The final force is located on the Prezno Plains, and while it may lack strong terrain features and fortifications, it is the most mobile and possibly the most dangerous of the three.  Combat Command Gamma is located in a position where it can move to reinforce both Alpha and Beta, if we allow it:  their forces include eighteen regiments of BattleMechs, four armor regiments, eight infantry regiment, and sixty pieces of artillery.”

“Our forces consist of roughly three thousand OmniMechs, five hundred combat vehicles, six thousand Elementals, and two thousand aerospace fighters.  We have quite a fight ahead of us, trothkin.  ilKhan, based upon the manner in which Wolf has deployed, I recommend activating contingency Zeta-Two-Three.”

Contingency Zeta called for dividing the Clan attack into three groups of approximately equal size—twenty clusters each, commanded by the ilKhan herself, Nikolai, and Ulric Kerensky, respectively.  Zeta-Two-Three specified these possible targets and included information on landing zones and rough objectives—to be filled in by the feverishly working staff aboard Serket as soon as they could upload the information to the Khans.

“Approved,” answered the ilKhan.  “All Khans implement Zeta-Two-Three.  I will command Strike Force Dinju; Khan Kerensky will command the Kozice Valley—Khan Djerassi you will be in charge of the Prezno Plains.”

“Aff,” Nikolai answered.

“Then on to victory, my trothkin,” said the ilKhan firmly.  “Give us victory or give us death!”

“Seyla!” nearly a score of voices replied over the speakers, then the transmission ended.

A light began flashing on Nikolai’s console and he grimaced as he activated the radio again.  “Yes, Natasha?”

“What’s wrong, Nikolai?  Don’t you worry none—I will follow your orders, Strike Force Commander, sir.  To the letter.”

“I will deny ever saying this Natasha,” Nikolai answered calmly, “but I am actually glad to have you at my side on this one—even if it means I also have to command the Mandrill Penal Cluster.”

The Widow laughed.  “When this is over, I’ll buy you a Scotch to remember our dead with.”

“Buy?  Why do you not just pour me my own—I have a case missing, after all.”

“And an exquisite tasting liquor it is indeed, Khan Djerassi.  Now chin up—the Dragons down there are no pushovers.”

The transmission ended and Nikolai shook his head as the DropShip began to plunge into the upper reaches of the atmosphere.  His computer dinged as the upload signaled completion and he glanced over the frag order quickly and nodded.  “Strike Force Prezno, sending final orders . . . NOW!  See you on the ground, trothkin.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 01, 2012, 11:39:04 PM
And for those folks who simply must have OBs and TO&Es, here is what the situation looks like:

Combat Command A [Kozice Valley]
19 BattleMech Regiments, 24 Armored Regiments, 48 Infantry Regiments, 100 artillery tubes.
Elements
4th Davion Guards RCT; Davion Heavy Guards RCT; 3rd Crucis Lancers RCT; 7th Crucis Lancers RCT; 1st New Ivaarsen Chasseurs RCT; 6th Syrtis Fusiliers RCT; 1st Kestrel Grenadiers RCT; 1st Kathil Uhlans RCT; Ariana Grenadiers; 1st Confederation Reserve Cavalry; 1st St. Ives Lancers; Justina's Cuirassiers; 1st Kearny Highlanders; Eridani Light Horse (2 Regiments); 12th Vegan Rangers (4 Regiments)

Strike Force Kozice
20 clusters
Elements:
Ghost Bear Alpha and Beta Galaxies, Viper 1st and 2nd Viper Guards, Viper Triasch Cluster, Wolf Alpha Galaxy, Coyote Golden Keshik, Coyote 50th Assault Cluster, Horse’s Alpha Galaxy (elements) and Alpha Keshik

Combat Command B [Dinju/Tamo Mountains]
18 BattleMech Regiments, 16 Armored Regiments, 32 Infantry Regiments, 140 artillery tubes.
Elements
20th Arcturan Guards RCT; 3rd Donegal Guards RCT; 11th Lyran Guards; 15th Lyran Guards RCT; 1st Lyran Regulars; 4th Skye Rangers RCT; 1st Free World Guards; 1st Marik Militia; 6th Marik Militia; 12th Atrean Dragoons; ComStar First Army (1st, 12th, 66th, 91st, 103rd, 278th Divisions); 1st Kell Hounds; Wolf’s Dragoons (3+ Regiments)

Strike Force Dinju
20 clusters
Elements:
Jade Falcon Gamma Galaxy, Diamond Shark Alpha Galaxy, Hellion 7th Attack Cluster and 150th Hellion Lancers, Raven 6th Battle Cluster, Adder Command Keshik, Adder Alpha Galaxy (elements), Cobra 33rd Battle Cluster, Spirit 7th Blood Drinkers, Jaguar’s Den Keshik, Jaguar Grenadiers, Nova Cat Keshik, Ebon Keshik

Combat Command C [Prezno Plains]
18 BattleMech Regiments, 4 Armored Regiments, 8 Infantry Regiments, 60 artillery tubes.
Elements:
1st Genyosha; 2nd Genyosha; Ryuken (5 Regiments); 1st Night Stalkers; 2nd Night Stalkers; 3rd Prosperina Hussars; 1st Drakon; 1st Kavalleri; 3rd Freemen; ComStar Second Army (9th, 77th, 203rd, 207th, 321st, 323rd Divisions); St. Cyr Heavy Assault Group; Hell’s Black Aces

Strike Force Prezno
20 clusters
Elements:
Scorpion Knife Dance Keshik, Scorpion Alpha, Beta, and Delta Galaxies, Stone Lion Alpha Galaxy, Fire Mandrill Penal Cluster

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 02, 2012, 06:17:56 AM
"Cry Havoc! And let slip the dogs of war".
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 02:06:16 PM
Command Trinary, Ebon Keshik, Strike Force Dinju
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 16, 3044


The free-birth surats were dug in deep in the cliffs and steep valleys of the mountains.  And what was more, apparently, they had taken the time and effort to honeycomb the granite outcrops with secret passages, weapon bunkers, moats, strong-points, and mini-fortresses designed to shelter BattleMechs and vehicles behind their armored walls!  It was maddening, Yvonne thought as yet another barrage of Wolf’s artillery came screaming down.

Her Clusters advanced, and Wolf withdrew—until hidden forces pounced out from these passages into her flanks.  And when she turned to deal with them, his main line of resistance pressed back against her front, all the while the rain of artillery just kept coming and coming and coming!  Neither side had an advantage in the realm of aerospace fighters—both her fighters and Wolf’s were fighting each other to a standstill, removing aerial bombardment from the equation for each of them.  She snorted, not that Wolf needed to rely on bombs and aerial munitions, not with the wealth of artillery he possessed here today!  For two days now, she had ground her way up the pass towards the heights, but still had not covered half the total distance to the broad plateau at the summit.

“Adder Command Actual to Ebon Actual,” the exhausted voice of Marion Truscott came over her radio.

“Go ahead, Adder Command Actual,” she answered as she brought her Hellbringer II to a halt.

“We have discovered how they managed to turn these mountains into a Castle Brian, ilKhan—Thomas Calderon didn’t give Wolf troops, he gave them eight thousand of his combat construction engineers.  We have been battering our way through TAURIAN fortifications—fortifications they have been working on for six solid years.  Hell, they are still working on it; which is how my Elementals managed to take some alive.”

For a moment, Yvonne felt the world spin—the Taurians were working with this False Star League.  The Kerensky-damned Taurians!  But she made herself square her jaw and she nodded even though no one could see her.  “Then like the Star League of old we will break through them—redouble your efforts, Adder Command Actual.  Jade Falcon Actual—I am committing your Galaxy to support the Adders on point.  Adder Command Actual has tactical command.”

“Aff,” Timur Malthus replied and five fresh clusters of elite Jade Falcons began to hurry their pace towards the line of resistance ahead.

The sun was setting and Yvonne realized that her troops needed to rest—forty-eight hours of nearly constant combat and artillery bombardment had taken their toll.  “Adder Command Actual, push back the enemy—but do not pursue.  We are establishing a perimeter to allow the Warriors some rest to regain their strength.”

“Aff,” Marion answered.

Yvonne took a long look at the pass beneath her, twisting and winding its way to the plains where her DropShips had grounded—and at the shattered and broken wrecks of her OmniMechs which littered the ground.  The Falcon Galaxy was her final reserve formation—carefully husbanded as the rest of her Clans had taken horrendous casualties against the need for a final push; well, except for the single Cluster of Hellions she had on guard detail around her DropShips.  She bit her lip and made the decision to pull out Marion’s Adders and what was left of the Cobras, Ravens, Spirits, and second Hellion Cluster in the morning, and send them back on guard duty—which would let her bring her last untested Cluster into the battle.

No, she shook her head.  Not in the morning—I cannot afford to spare Wolf the time to rest either.  At midnight; five hours of rest will have to be enough for my trothkin.  She shook her head again, to wipe away the fatigue and clicked her radio transmitter to broadcast when the walls of the rocky pass suddenly erupted around her.

*****************************************************************

The detonation reveal four wide and stoutly built tunnels leading into the heart of the mountains as they sundered apart the last meter of untouched  stone which had given the shafts camouflage.  BattleMechs and powered infantry troopers poured from the mouths, like demons emerging from the Gates of Hell.  And the Clan troopers of the Ebon Keshik heard one powerful voice on their radios, spurring the attack on:  “Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial!  Forward the Kell Hounds!"

And with that cry, Morgan Kell’s Archer emerged from the tunnel adorned in the red-and-black paint scheme of the Kell Hounds, but with a silver Cameron Star emblazoned on its chest.  The missile packs snapped open and sixty missiles (not just a mere forty) slashed out and tore out the heart of one of the Warriors of the Ebon Keshik.

Yvonne twisted her Hellbringer II and locked her targeting systems on the Archer—but static filled the screen and her sensors failed to detect the BattleMech!  She cursed, but switched to manual targeting and fired—fully half of her shots went wild as the Archer pivoted on its heel and charged directly towards her, pulse laser fire spitting from its two massive battle fists as it came, blasting and melting away chunks of armor from the ilKhan’s OmniMech . . . and Morgan did not miss.  Not with a single weapon.

The ilKhan backed up hurriedly, and she fired again and again, but the Warrior before her danced between her shots and only a few went home—and then he was there, standing directly in front of her OmniMech.  And the last sight that Yvonne Hazen, the ilKhan of the Clans of Kerensky, saw was the armored battle-fist descending towards her cockpit.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 02:52:11 PM
Field Headquarters, Combat Command A, SLDF Grand Army
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 16, 3044


Jaime Wolf winced as the distant Jade Falcon Dire Wolf flew upwards through the air and landed thirty meters away from the massive explosion—missing both of its legs.  “That was no mine, Colonel Montoya,” he whispered.

“Heh,” the Taurian engineer chuckled.  “Hell, no.  Mines are for pansies, General Wolf,” the Taurian answered.  “That is what we Taurians call a 'Mech-smasher.  We bored a ten meter deep shaft, two meters in diameter, and packed it with high explosive; then we put an armor plate atop of it with a pressure detonator and covered it with surface soil.  Eat twenty tons of HE you Star League bastards!” he yelled at the battle below.  “Begging the General’s pardon . . . no offense meant to your troops, General Wolf.”

“None taken, Colonel Montoya.  How many of those . . . ‘Mech-smashers, you called them . . . did you place in the pass?”

The Taurian combat engineer laughed again.  “Only three hundred.”

“THREE HUNDRED?” gasped Hauptman-General Luther Devries, the commander of the 4th Skye Rangers.

“Would have been more, but you ran out of explosives—bad form, Hauptman-General,” Montoya said as he bit off one end of a cigar and spat it out on the ground.

“RAN OUT OF EXPLOSIVES?  We had ten thousand tons stockpiled two weeks ago!”

“Yep, and we used six thousand of those on the ‘Mech-smashers; the other four thousand we used to for other tricks of the trade, Hauptman-General.  Now, for a really good defense, you need around fifty thousand tons, General Wolf—if you are taking notes for the future.  I mean, I don’t mind smashing these Clan bastard descendents of General Kerensky to red ruin, but if you plan on taking your SLDF into the Concordat, that’s what you are going to be facing on every last fucking one of our worlds.  Sir.”

“I am not, and neither is First Lord Focht, Colonel Montoya.  We are not going to attempt to bring the Concordat into this Star League by force.”

The Taurian shook his head as he puffed his cigar’s flame into existence, holding a match against the end until it was well and truly lit.  “Good,” he answered.  “Like I said, I don’t mind you guys quite so much, but we would—and will—still fight you with our last dying breath, General Wolf.  I must admit, I was a little taken aback when the Protector sent me out here—I figured he would have had a stroke first before aiding you people in any way, shape, or form.”

“We must all hang together, or we shall surely hang separately,” Jaime quoted as the Falcon advance faltered and then began to withdraw.  “You did leave cleared lanes for us to advance, quiaff?”

“Hell, yes.  Your ‘Mechs have got a download of the safe paths—stay on the paths, however.  Step off of them and you are gonna go boom, General, sir.”

“Communications—pass the word to Colonel Jamison.  He may begin his assault at his convenience.”

Jaime raised the field glasses one last time and he smiled as the Clans troops keep heading back down the pass.  “And tell Morgan to withdraw his Hounds into the tunnels.  We’ve paid for this victory in blood—I do not want to lose him to an accident of fate.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on August 02, 2012, 03:02:00 PM
Adding the Taurian engineers was a nice touch.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 04:04:38 PM
Combat Command A, SLDF Grand Army, Dinju Mountains
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 16, 3044


Led by the forty-five Assault- and Heavy-weight BattleMechs of Zeta Cluster, Alpha, Beta, and Gamma Regiments of the Wolf’s Dragoons slammed into the forward ranks of the Jade Falcons, while slightly further down the pass additional explosions heralded the revelation of yet more tunnels, tunnels through which poured the 4th Skye Rangers, 3rd Donegal Guards, the 6th Marik Militia, the 12th Atrean Dragoons, and the 1st and 12th Division of the ComGuards First Army, all elite, well drilled formations.

Reeling under assault from three sides, the Falcons withdrew step by step, pounded by artillery the entire time while Khans Truscott and Malthus attempted to rally the suddenly demoralized Clan Strike Force in the wake of the death of their ilKhan.  But the pressure was too much to bear . . . and when Khan Malthus died in the cockpit of his Summoner, the Falcons at last broke.  The withdrawal was no longer orderly or planned . . . the Clan advance turned into a rout.

Of the twenty Clusters who started up the Dinju Pass to the heights above, the survivors numbered just barely enough to fill out seven once they sorted out their ranks and restored order amidst their DropShips on the valley floor.  There would have been more, but Khan Rood refused to retreat—Khan McFadden as well—and both Khans died along with the their three Clusters (two Hellion and one Spirit); but the sacrifice managed to hold the line long enough for the rest of the survivors to reach their DropShips and formally request hegira.

Jaime Wolf almost refused the request, but his own forces had been mauled in the running battle of nearly three full days up and down the mountainous escarpment.  Munitions were running low, the 20th Arcturan Guards, the 11th and 15th Lyran Guards, the 1st Lyran Regulars, the 1st Free World Guards, and the remainder of ComStar's First Army were all reporting with less than three in ten of their ‘Mechs, tanks, and other combat vehicles operational; their infantry had suffered even worse casualties.  And even the freshest of Jaime's Regiments had suffered heavy loses in the bitter pursuit down the passes; his most intact formation was at barely fifty percent of strength.  The field hospitals—donated to the Grand Army by the Canopians, were filled to overflowing and for all that they did not fight the Clan Warriors in the Dinju Passes, now the Canopian surgeons and nurses fought bitter battles to save lives—not take them.  Battles in which all too often they lost, but not always, and not without an epic struggle for life itself.

So it came to pass that Commanding General Jaime Wolf allowed the survivors of Strike Force Dinju to withdraw under the exhausted command of a gravely wounded Marion Truscott.  As the medics rushed Truscott into surgery aboard his lifting DropShip, Khan Brandon Howell of the Smoke Jaguars informed the other two Strike Forces of the . . . calamity which had befallen them and their ilKhan.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 02, 2012, 04:26:05 PM
Very nice and you slipped in my well known Shakespeare quote from Julius Caesar. Me likes!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 06:17:05 PM
The Golden Keshik, Clan Wolf, Strike Force Kozice
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 16, 3044


“Free-birth!” one of the Wolf Warriors snarled over the tactical channel.  Ulric Kerensky frowned at the outburst, but he agreed completely with the sentiment.  Overhead recon flights had spotted the clouds of steam here at the point of the Kozice Valley known as the Devil’s Bath . . . but he and his Warriors had not planned for the hellish environment through which Strike Force Kozice had to pass.  There were simply no other ways to go, except through this geological unstable area with its geysers and boiling lakes of mud, and other geothermal oddities.  To the west were sheer cliffs, an offshoot of the Tamo Mountains, themselves a spur of the mighty Dinju—to the east was a coastal lowland filled with marshes and fens and thick swamps into which all of this water drained.

“Warrior Erik; do you need assistance?” Ulric asked.

“Neg, my Khan.  I stumbled into one of these . . . mud pots, but I managed to fall backwards onto solid ground,” the Warrior answered.

Artillery shells came plunging down somewhere in the distance, the sound distorted and warped by the clouds of thick humid steam and smoke.  Well, they picked the perfect place for a fight, Ulric thought as he swept through his Timber Wolf’s sensors.  Seismometers . . . useless.  Thermographics .  . . useless.  Infrared . . . useless.  Visual magnification . . . useless.  Magnetic anomaly detectors . . . useless, thanks to the heavy-metal content of the water the Baths continually threw into the air.  The Wolf Khan could see less than a hundred meters . . . and that was his best means of detecting anything in this dreadful haze.

Machine-gun slugs suddenly began slamming into his armor and the Khan backed his OmniMech up and fired all four lasers into the camouflaged observation post of Davion infantry that he had come close to stepping on top of.  Damn this stravag mist!

Ulric stopped his Timber Wolf as he heard new sounds and he listened carefully and then his eyes went wide.  “Hovertanks!  All Wolf Warriors stand back to back!” he barked as the first of the Saracens, Scimitars, Saladins, Pegasus, and J Edgars roared out of the steam into point blank range.  The comm channels were ablaze as every Cluster in his Strike Force reported that the hovers were in contact—sixteen full regiments of them!

And here in the Devil’s Bath, the steam and mist allowed them to close without suffering losses due to the Clan weapon’s greater range.  The heat levels in Ulric’s Timber Wolf spiked as he added to the ambient heat from the geysers with his weapons—and everything in sight became a nightmarish vision of SRM trails, PPC bolts, autocannon and machine-gun tracers, laser beams, and the infernal horrific fountains of inferno gel bursting over his Warriors.

It was two minutes of pure hell as the Clan Warriors shot in all directions—praying that they would not hit their own trothkin shrouded in the blinding steam . . . and then the hovercraft were gone, speeding away in the damp misery of the Devil’s Bath.  Not all of them, no; there were several burning hulks around him, clustered around Clan Wolf OmniMechs shattered by their fire and injured Elemental Warriors.

“Get ready,” growled Ulric, and like clockwork, just as they had done for the past thirty-six hours, now the Davion and Capellan BattleMechs appeared, adding their fire to the chaos as the hovercraft swung back around again.  Night began to descend over the geysers and mud pits and free-standing pools of acid water, but at last—just three minutes, but it felt to Ulric like three hours—the last of the enemy withdrew again.  Leaving more blackened and broken Wolf Warriors in their wake, along with the remains of several of their own BattleMechs.

His radio crackled.  “Adder Command Actual to Golden Wolf Actual; respond.”

“Golden Wolf Actual.  Glad to hear your voice, Marion—I hope you are having a better time in the mountains.”

“Neg, Golden Wolf Actual . . . the ilKhan is down—perhaps even dead.  We are suffering a severe counter-attack and may be forced into a re-. .  .” the transmission cut off with the clatter of an autocannon and then only static filled the airwaves.

“Adder Command Actual!  Come in Adder Command Actual!  Strike Force Dinju commanders—any commander, come in.  This is Golden Wolf Actual, over.”

For seconds there was only the sound of static and then a stern voice came over the speakers.  “Jaguar’s Den Actual, here.  Ulric we have a major problem—Adder Command Actual is injured, the ilKhan is down, Jade Falcon Actual is down, and their warriors are breaking!  Running, damn them!”

The Jaguar sounded furious and Ulric shook his head.   â€œJaguar’s Den Actual, can you hold?”

Another long pause and then finally, a resigned whisper.  “Neg.  Strike Force Dinju is routing, Ulric.  We might be able to restore order at the DropShips—where we started from two days ago!  I am ordering a Code Beta Omicron; maybe we can salvage a half-dozen Clusters from this mess.”

Ulric winced.   Beta Omicron literally meant ‘bug-out’ and it signified something no Clansman wanted to contemplate—absolute defeat and utter rout by a superior enemy.

“Understood, Jaguar’s Den actual.  Golden Wolf Actual, out,” the Wolf Khan whispered as the cycle started once more with the Davion artillery raining down in blind-fire patterns around them.

“Strike Force Kozice!” he barked.  “This is Golden Wolf Actual—we are withdrawing from the Devil’s Bath.  Repeat, we are withdrawing!  Rendezvous point is the Holth Forest in the Upper Valley.  Confirm.”

One by one the Ghost Bear Khan, the Horse’s Khan, and the Coyote Khan confirmed the order—all sounded as if they were in a state of shock; each had heard the transmissions between Truscott, Howell, and Kerensky.  But the Vipers did not confirm.

“Neg, you dezgra coward!  The Steel Vipers will not withdraw at the command of a Wolf—we will engage these free-birth and emerge with victory!” saKhan Nicole Hoskins thundered—her Khan having been medivaced earlier with grievous injuries from which Perigard Zalman was not expected to survive.

“You will obey me, saKhan Hoskins!” Ulric shouted into the transmitter, but there was no reply and in the distance fresh explosions erupted as the Vipers ran head long into what must be the main line of resistance.  Of course, Ulric thought sourly, that was what he had thought of the previous four defensive lines as well.

He shook his head and then the static on his radio cleared.  “Let her get herself and her Warriors killed, Ulric,” Jake Fletcher whispered.  “We have lost here.  Let us extract what we can, while we can.”

The Khan of Clan Wolf nodded in agreement.  “Strike Force Kozice, execute our withdrawal—Clan Wolf will assume rear-guard.  Wolves, keep your eyes peeled for any Viper survivors . . . plug them into our ranks as they come in,” if they come in, he thought but did not say.

And ponderously, the despondent Clans that comprised this Strike Force turned around and began to march back towards their DropShips.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 06:40:42 PM
Combat Command B, SLDF Grand Army, Kozice Valley
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 16, 3044


Ariana Winston breathed a sigh of relief as her soldiers destroyed the last of the Viper OmniMechs and Elementals that had rushed against her last line of defense.  For forty-two hours now, she and her hardened soldiers had slogged on and fought in conditions that were extreme to say the least—and in doing so she had lost over half of her own troops.

But her observation posts, mostly concealed within the sheltering, if sweltering, mist reported the rest of the Clan forces were quickly moving away from her command.  She nodded at the officers around her who were just as tired—mentally as well as physically—as she, just as drained of all energy by the oppressive heat of the Baths, and she issued an order she did not want to give.  “Hound them all the way back to their DropShips—don’t let up, don’t give them a second to breath—and don’t for the love of God let them realize how weak we are now.  They have started running, let’s keep them doing that and not thinking about other ways they can get through the Baths!”

Her officers nodded and Ariana shook her head no as her aide offered her a tepid canteen.  If her troops couldn’t get a drink, neither would she.

By dawn, Combat Command B had gone as far as she could push them—and her Clan opponents, the survivors, at least—were blasting back towards orbit.  Still, even with more than half of her command dead or wounded, she knew she had gotten off lucky.

As to the Clans?  Eleven Vipers, just eleven out of three Clusters survived to lift off-planet.  The Bears, Coyotes, Horses, and Wolves left some forty-four percent of their own commands behind forever.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 02, 2012, 07:56:16 PM
Not going well for the Clans at all. I wonder if Ulric had pushed on. Seems like he might have won but it would have been costly.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 08:25:44 PM
Not going well for the Clans at all. I wonder if Ulric had pushed on. Seems like he might have won but it would have been costly.

True, but history is full of examples where the commander who is 'winning' doesn't seem to know it, and where he turns back instead of pressing on.  Ulric should have pressed forward . . . maybe.  If he did, he might have broken Combat Command B, but what if he hadn't?  In those conditions, he made his choice based on the information he had . . . which included the rout of Yvonne's attack in the Dinju Pass.  That had to have factored into his thinking.

Master Arminas
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Warclaw on August 02, 2012, 08:32:57 PM
and even if he HAD won, a quote springs to mind.

"Lord, save me from another such Victory, lest I am undone."

Yes, he MIGHT have won, but at what cost?  Can the Wolves (Among Others) afford to have the cream of their Toumans gutted?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 08:58:53 PM
Trinary Command, Knife Dance Keshik, Strike Force Prezno
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 15, 3044


The endless plains of well-watered grass really were not endless, mused Nikolai.  To the west, he could see the towering Dinju Range, to the north the Tamo Range, and to the east the escarpment that lead down to the Kozice Valley and to the sea beyond.  Wolf had chosen this area—and he must have had a reason, the Scorpion thought as he waited for his trothkin and the Stone Lions to complete their unloading from the DropShips.

No cover here . . . no dense forests or ever-present clouds of steaming mist or jagged protrusions of solid rock, just kilometer after kilometer of the low rolling hills and wind-swept grass from here to the Prezno River Gorge.  He has a reason . . . but what?

“That’s the last of them,” Natasha Kerensky said over the radio from the cockpit of her Timber Wolf.  “Now we can off-load the sup-. . .”

“Neg,” interrupted Nikolai, “leave the supplies loaded for now, I have a feeling we are going to be moving the DropShips shortly.”

“Moving them?” the Widow questioned and Nikolai could see her right eyebrow arch as if she were standing in front of him.

“Aff, though to where, I am not yet certain . . . ,” Nikolai’s voice trailed off as he sat in the snug command seat of his Death Stalker.  “6th, 14th, and 22nd Scorpion Hussars; 1st Lion Strikers,” he ordered.  “I want a skirmish line west-to-east, oriented to the north, two kilometers ahead of the main body.  Eight-kilometer front.   Hold down your speed to that of our slowest OmniMechs—active sensors on maximum sensitivity.”

“You think Jaime has an ambush planned for us, then Nikolai?” asked the Khan of the Stone Lions.

“You know him far better than I—what do you think?”

“I think we are going to need more scouts, myself; just so we can find all the ambushes, not merely the presence of one or two,” she answered with a laugh.

“Star Colonel Kreek,” Nikolai continued.  “I want recon flights circling the main body at twenty-five, fifty, and one hundred kilometers . . . are your carrier DropShips back in orbit?”

“Aff, but we have large numbers of hostile fighters taking off and heading for your position—looks like we might be outnumbered,” his aerospace fighter commander answered promptly.

“Striking Claw and Burning Sting Naval Stars have an additional one hundred and eighty fighters aboard—they are now attached to your command.”

“My Khan, is that not in violation of the ilKhan’s pledge against naval assets?”

“I heard no such pledge, Star Colonel—I heard her agree not to use orbital bombardment.  Fighters are not capable of orbital bombardment; now carry out your orders.”

“Aff.”

“Star Captain Wagner, you are now Star Colonel Wagner and I am putting all three of our Artillery Trinary under your direct command.  Out opponents are not liable to concentrate—they are too good for that.  Your have loaded a large supply of Arrow IV homing warheads, quiaff?”

“Aff, two-thirds of our magazines are homing, my Khan.”

“Excellent.  saKhan Posavatz, you will command Beta Galaxy on the right flank, I will command Alpha and the Knife Dance Keshik in the center, Khan Kerensky’s Stone Lions on the left.  Galaxy Commander Elam, Delta will remain in reserve for now, behind Alpha.  I am detaching Alpha’s 8th Scorpion Dragoons and the 3rd Lions Battle Cluster as a protection detail for the DropShips—we may be moving them, so brief your commanders that they need to be able to board ship quickly.   Loremaster Tanaga, your Mandrill Cluster will advance with Alpha Galaxy—disobey my orders and I will kill you myself, girl.  We move out in fifteen, so get your orders passed quickly, trothkin.”

“Technician Philip?”

“Yes, my Khan?” a surprised voice answered.

“I want a dozen munitions carriers and three reloading vehicles attached to the Reserve Artillery—you may well come under fire today.  Homing warheads are the priority.  Can your Techs carry this out?”

“Aff, my Khan!” the Tech proudly answered.  “I would ask for volunteers, but all of us would do so—how much time to prepare?”

“Fourteen minutes.”

“Can do, my Khan.”

Nikolai looked out over the empty grasslands again as the first distant contrails of his fighters entering the atmosphere appeared in the distance.

“You really are worried, aren’t you?” asked Natasha softly.

“Does it show that much?”

“No, but you are.”

“Because I know, and you know, and Jaime Wolf knows, he would not have picked this spot for a pitched battle unless there was something here he knows about and I have not seen.  I would advise you to keep your eyes open, Khan Kerensky, lest his trap spring shut without warning.”

The Black Widow laughed.  “Trapping a tiger is one thing, Nikolai—dealing with up close inside the cage is something entirely different.”

But Nikolai did not answer as he gazed out over the empty grasslands before him.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 10:07:20 PM
Trinary Delta, 6th Scorpion Hussars, Strike Force Prezno
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 15, 3044


Star Captain Ri Linghui took in the sweeping expanses of the featureless grasslands as his Sidewinder moved across the landscape, the light OmniMechs sensor suite probing the terrain around him for anything . . . out of the ordinary.  Ahead of him, the ground dipped, and then almost immediately rose in a slight ridge—and the Active Probe began to scream.  “Contact!” he barked as he slowed the OmniMech to get better resolution on the sensor systems.  “Knife Dance Actual, Desert Wind Delta-Six Actual; I have a tunnel beneath my current coordinates—appending full sensor data; I am also detecting a large mass of met- . . . moving metal!”  He yelled as he began to backpedal through the grass.

Ahead of him, the thick mats of harvested grass parted and the bulk of an 80-ton Demolisher rolled out of the hidden tunnel, its turret swinging in line with the torso of Ri’s OmniMech.

“Oh, sh-. . .” he began to say, but the impact of the twin AC-20 bursts cut off his transmission.


Trinary Command, Knife Dance Keshik, Strike Force Prezno
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 15, 3044


“Tunnels all over the place with concealed exits—I have got BattleMechs and tanks emerging in large numbers!” snapped Star Colonel Oliver Sword of the 6th Hussars, which was quickly confirmed by the commanders of the our four light Clusters scouting ahead.

“And we have found pit traps—tar mixed with inferno gel, with contact incendiary mines in the bottom.  Watch your step!” chimed in Star Colonel Wilhelm of the 1st Lion Strikers.

“Acknowledged,” Nikolai transmitted.  “Alpha, Beta, and the Lions advance to the attack—Delta remain in reserve and cover our six.”

“Aff,” the responses came and Nikolai pressed his throttle to the stops.  With his free hand he set the seismic sensors to full power—at this speed it would provide only seconds of warning before a pit, but seconds were all that he should need.  Faster Scorpion and Lion and Mandrill OmniMechs surged ahead of him, many festooned with battle-armored Elementals, but the Khan ignored that and trudged up the hill in the wake of his brothers and sisters.  As he crested the ridge, his alarms screamed a sudden warning; the sensors detecting a Kurita Dragon emerging from a tunnel almost directly beneath him.  He casually fired the twin ER PPCs into the back of the BattleMech, sending it to the ground.  But more were swarming to the surface.  Many more.

And those bloody infantry men in suits of light power armor—each one carrying a man-portable SRM launcher.  Hundreds of the poor bloody infantry.

“Fire mission!” the Khan barked into his radio.  “Cluster wide-sheaf, marking target location—fire!”

Two clicks of the radio answered him, and then barely a second later came the words, “Shot . . . splash.”  And the world in front of Nikolai erupted in shredded grass and a fountain of earth as the ranging shell landed just short.

“Up twenty and fire for effect!”

Two clicks again, and then nine more Arrow IV artillery rockets plunged down—and the infantrymen died.  And then Nikolai’s heart sank.  The weapons fire ignited the grass which had sprayed with a light layer of diluted inferno gel and small pools of tar along the ground began to produce thick clouds of dense black smoke.  The grass burst into sheets of flame and the heavy smoke banks blocked both line of sight and prevented the use of target designation equipment.

Oh, it is going to be one of those days, the Khan thought.

“Ignore the fire—we can take the heat, their vehicles and infantry cannot!  Press them.  Alpha advance on my . . .” Nikolai broadcast as he simultaneously fought his own OmniMech and worked to coordinate eighteen Clusters of OmniMechs and Elementals.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 10:56:42 PM
Trinary Alpha, Scorpion Aerospace Reserve, Strike Force Prezno
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 15, 3044


Star Colonel Damien Kreek swore as one of his star-mates staggered under fire from behind and above him.  “Zulus keep those stravag bastards off my back!”  And then he trusted his escorting fighters to deal with the interceptors from Hell’s Black Aces as he brought his five remaining Huns in a low over the grassy plains.  “Now!” he ordered and he along with his four pilots pushed the throttles to their stops and pulled back on the sticks, sending the heavy ninety-five ton aerospace fighters climbing for altitude and threatening to roll over onto their backs—which just what Damien Kreek intended.  At the exact moment they reached the precise coordinates chosen by the computer, the bombs released and the fighter accelerated into the loop.

The bombs, perfectly delivered via the ‘lob-toss’ landed in the midst of the Kurita troops and exploded in fountains of inferno gel and the concussion of high explosives.  Let us see how much you like having that done unto you, you free-birth scum, he thought as rolled his Hun right-side up and armed the four nose-mounted PPCs.  “One strafing run, then back to the ships to rearm and refuel,” he ordered and then he gently squeezed the firing trigger with a smile on his face.


Trinary Command, Knife Dance Keshik, Strike Force Prezno
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 16, 3044


“The tunnels go for miles, my Khan; it appears to have originally been a mine of some sort, the ore kind not the exploding kind," reported the Elemental commander of the scout force he had sent underground.  “These people must be moles, they have burrowed through the bedrock in all directions, expanded it to handle vehicles and BattleMechs, built strong-points and bunkers—it is a death trap.”

“Understood—can you get your men out?” Nikolai asked.

“Well, we are a little bit surrounded right now, my Khan, but I am working on it.”

“I think we can spare some Mandrills to come down there and help you out, Star Captain.”

“Nikolai,” Natasha’s voice growled.  “Recon flights have picked up at least ten regiments of ‘Mechs moving towards us fast; they will be here in ten minutes—and our opponents have launched every fighter they have in support.”  The Scorpion could hear the Khan of the Stone Lions sigh as artillery shells began to explode in their perimeter.  “I was wondering where their artillery has been.”

Nikolai considered the map on his console and he nodded.  “Star Captain Ismail—ignore that last.  I am going to need the Mandrills here.  Get clear, Warrior, or I will kill you myself for disobeying a direct order from your Khan,” he said despite wanting to pull the Elemental ristar.”

“Understood, my Khan—we will cut our way to freedom, or take as many of them to hell with us as we can.  Either way, we will make you proud of us.”

“I already am, Star Captain Ismail,” Nikolai said.  “I already am.  Scorpions!  Stone Lions!  Action west—reform and meet them at the run.  Star Colonel Kreek, we would really like some air cover, if you please.”


Trinary Command, Knife Dance Keshik, Strike Force Prezno
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 16, 3044


Nikolai winced as his right leg cramped; the sun was slowly setting over the plains and his opponents had managed to disappear into those hidden tunnels they had bored all over creation!  He thought that he had managed to account for almost half of them—but at the cost of nearly forty percent of his own men . . . and Natasha’s and the Mandrills.  The Mandrills had fought like maniacs to regain their honor and they had gone down hard, selling themselves dearly—only four had survived.

And undoubtedly, Wolf’s commander of this theatre had something else in reserve, whereas all of Nikolai’s forces (and Natasha’s) had already been committed—and were exhausted after thirty-eight hours of near constant fighting above and below ground.

“Knife Dance Actual, this is Golden Wolf Actual,” the radio broadcast.

“Go ahead, Golden Wolf Actual,” Nikolai said.

“The ilKhan is dead, so is Khan Timur—Khan Truscott is wounded and unable to communicate; the Dinju Strike Force is in full rout.  My Wolves, the Coyotes, Horses and Bears have all taken around fifty percent dead or wounded—the Vipers are gone.  We are withdrawing as well.”

Nikolai winced.  But he nodded to himself.  “Aff, Golden Wolf Actual.  I will start loading my own forces aboard ship.  Knife Dance Actual out,” he said as he switched radio frequencies—but Natasha was already calling him.

“You heard?” she asked.

“I did.  Get the wounded aboard ship—those that are not already in the medical bays.  Get your people loaded while I put the Techs on recovering as many OmniMechs as we can in the time we have.”

“saKhan Posavatz is dead and your Scorpions grieve, Nikolai.  I will hold rear-guard tonight—the Stone Lions proved worthy of that honor today, quiaff?”

“Quiaff, your Clan will withdraw almost last—but the Knife Dance Keshik will be the last unit to lift.  I wonder how many of our Crusader trothkin will only look at the numbers of BattleMechs and Tanks and Infantry we killed and claim this as a victory?” he asked.

“Only if they are idiots—but then they are Crusaders, are they not?”

“Go, Natasha Kerensky, go and prepare to abandon this world.”

There was a brief pause, and the Black Widow spoke up, “We can recover his body, Nikolai; take Randall Posavatz home with us.”

“Neg.  He is home, Natasha.  It is well that war is so terrible, lest we become fond of it—that was his favorite quote you know.  He thought that we had become too fond of war for our own good, and he may well have been right.”

“We are not fond of war, Nikolai—we are fond of Trials.  This . . . this battle was War.  And I think you will find our surviving leaders have had their fill of it for a good long time to come.”

“So say we all,” Nikolai whispered.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 02, 2012, 11:24:26 PM
Aftermath of the Battle of Tukayyid
Tukayyid, Free Rasalhague Republic
January 18, 3044


The Clans withdrew in defeat extracting just twenty-six Clusters from the surface of Tukayyid; twenty-six from a starting total of sixty.  Sixteen hundred MechWarriors, thirty-four hundred Elemental Warriors, and more than thousand Pilots remained behind in the broken, shattered machines they had taken into battle.  The ilKhan of the Clans was dead, along with four other Khans—and no longer did the Clans face the Great Houses alone.  They stood against the Star League Reborn.

But, the victory was not without cost for the Inner Sphere.  Thirty-four hundred ‘Mechs destroyed, thirty-six hundred vehicles, fourteen hundred aerospace fighters . . . and then there were infantry casualties where two in three wound up either in the hospital or dead on the battlefield—over thirty-nine thousand dead and wounded on the Inner Sphere side.  In total, forty-five thousand soldiers, both Clan and Inner Sphere gave their lives on those three days in January.  Fighting for their beliefs.

Jaime Wolf’s Grand Army had prevailed, but in the process it had been gutted, depriving the Inner Sphere of its offensive weapon at the very moment that it was most needed.  A factor which would shape the future to come.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 03, 2012, 12:49:29 PM
Interlude
January 15 – February 22, 3044


Even as the Clans began the epic battle on Tukayyid, still more Clan forces—approximately one hundred and forty Clusters in numbers, if not actual strength—assaulted the fifty worlds assigned to Wave IV.  Bitter fighting erupted along the entire front of the Invasion from New Exford to Kilmamock.  The Rasalhague KungsArmee, a mere shadow of its pre-war self was swept aside by the Coyotes, Ghost Bears, and Wolves—and the handful of Capellan and mercenary Regiments were unable to prevent the loss of those worlds.  In the Draconis Combine, the fighting concentrated on Alshain, where the Star Adders had to commit two full Galaxies—but after three weeks of pitched battles that district capital fell.  The Cobras, Spirits, Cats, and Jaguars were surprised by the lack of resistance on the worlds which they fell upon—and their leaders began to quickly redeploy to fight still more uprisings in their rear organized by the Internal Security Forces of the DCMS and crack DEST teams left behind on already ‘conquered’ worlds.

But in the Lyran Commonwealth, the Falcons and Sharks, Horse’s and Ravens, Vipers and Hellions fought intense pitched battles on a score of worlds defended by fanatical troops refitted with advanced Star League technology.  Zellbrigen was ignored and the casualty counts—on both sides—climbed precipitously.  Still, in the end, the Clans—albeit mauled—managed to take forty-nine of the fifty worlds they assaulted (other than Tukayyid).  Only Graceland managed to survive the Clan attack as part of the Lyran Commonwealth when the planetary governor, dreading the fighting that was to come, challenged Star Colonel Henry Mattlov to a singing contest in the style of Elvis Presley—the King of Rock-and-Roll.

Amused by the request—and with his forces dangerously weakened by fighting on Bountiful Harvest and New Exford, Mattlov accepted the challenge.  The Lyran and Federated Suns regimental commanders assigned to the defense of Graceland protested, but General of the Lyran Armies Roman Steiner ordered them to hold position and wait—although his journals indicate that he had already issued orders that if the contest was lost by the locals to fight on, ignoring the result as a purely local matter.

The competition was epic and broadcast across the entire planet in a six-hour spectacle which boiled down quickly to a mere two competitors . . . but in the end, the Falcon’s admitted their defeat as a Gracelander performed an eye-tearing rendition of My Way.  Keeping their word, the Falcons then withdrew from the system in good order.

However, barely had Wave IV been concluded when the Combine struck back.  Thirty-six regiments of Alshain, Benjamin, Dieron, Galedon, and Pesht Regulars, a dozen of the finest Free Worlds formations, with four of the Sword of Light Regiments to stiffen their resolve and supported by the carrier Togura and six ComStar WarShips launched a series of lightning-fast counter-attacks from Bjarred to Kilmamock.

Bjarred, Stapelfeld, Chupadero, Kabah, Jeanette, Hyner, Maldonado, Pesht, Teniente, Irece, Cyrenaica, Kilmamock, and Avon were hit by multiple regiments—and the handful of Jaguar and Cat PGCs left to garrison these worlds were unable to hold.  They reeled under the blow and broke—and it was thus that House Kurita managed to regain thirteen of their lost worlds in a month of insane battles.  Theodore and Takashi gambled on a second wave . . . but that proved eight planets too far.

By the time the second strike of the Dragon launched against Port Arthur, Tarazed, Caripare, Juazerio, Outer volte, Marshdale, Jeronimo, and Bangor, the two Cat Clans were ready for them.  For the first time in this war, the Inner Sphere experienced assaults into the teeth of Clan defenders prepared and sitting in fortified positions—and the cost was extremely high.  Coordinator Takashi, on his own initiative ordered the commanders to withdraw . . . although a score DCMS regiments had been bled so white that were stricken from the rolls and disbanded.

A grave and somber Hanse Davion viewed the reports on the effectiveness of Clan forces focused on the defense and he set aside—for a while—his own planned offensive as he brought up still more troops and fed replacement soldiers into shattered formations.

As both sides licked their wounds, an uneasy lull settled over the Occupied Worlds.  Even as the first fresh reinforcements arrived for the Jaguars and Horse’s aboard the Scorpion transports of the Fire Wheel Naval Star (the Jaguars Epsilon Galaxy with five front-line Clusters, and the Horse’s Zeta Galaxy with three front-line Clusters and replacement Warriors and equipment) . . . no one at the time noticed that the two Potemkins and their Essex-class Destroyer escort did not turn around to make another trip to the Homeworlds, but instead remained in orbit above Rondane where they were joined by the Wild Hunt transport Star.

And while every Khan noticed that the HPG network to the Homeworlds was no longer operating, there was not an ilKhan to take command.  A few Clans sent a handful of JumpShips with replacement relay stations to find the fault and restore the comm relays, but by-and-large, most considered it nothing more than a rare failure of one of the stations somewhere along the chain.

The Khans moved heaven and earth to reform their shattered formations and shore up defenses for their possessions, so the Grand Kurultai in the wake of Tukayyid did not convene until the 23rd day of February in the year 3044.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 03, 2012, 04:57:39 PM
Clan TO&E, Operation Revival (Scorpio Ascendant AU), circa February 23, 3044

This is a listing of current Clan force strengths.  There are very few available reserves left in the Homeworlds (except for the Wolves, Sharks, Coyotes, and Star Adders which still posses quite powerful forces there; the Bears and Horses have a few Galaxies left, but the rest have been sent piece-meal into the Inner Sphere just to bring the Clans up to this strength).  The cupboard is well-and-truly bare.  And unlike the IS, there is no "well, recruit harder!" method of gaining new soldiers.  Their sibkos have to have time to produce.

Units marked with an asterisk ( * ) represent second-line forces.  Force strength listed is after Wave IV and the Battle of Tukayyid and is rounded up to the nearest 5%; units not listed have been destroyed or disbanded.  See Clan Smoke for additional details on specifics of their touman.

The ilKhan’s Touman
The Ebon Keshik Cluster (35%)

The ilKhan’s Naval Star
Victory-class BB (Victory—Flagship of the Clans)
Congress-class FF (Semper Fidelis)
Lola III-class DD (Lexington, Yorktown)


Clan Blood Spirit
Blood Guard Keshik (Elite) (5% . . . yes, that says FIVE PERCENT, you did not misread)

Alpha Galaxy (The Blooding)
7th Blood Drinkers Cluster (Elite) (5%)
Red Guards Cluster (Elite) (30%)
37th Red Assault Cluster (Veteran) (40%)
55th Red Vanguard Cluster (Elite) (45%)
112th Scarlet Battle Cluster (Elite) (55%)

Omega Galaxy (The Sanguine Reavers)
79th Blood Hussars (Elite) (40%)
71st Crimson Assault Cluster (Elite) (45%)
91st Crimson Vanguard Cluster (Veteran) (50%)
33rd Red Battle Cluster (Veteran) (40%)
Scarlet Guards (Elite) (55%)

Tau Galaxy*
42nd Crimson Guards (Elite)* (100%)
79th Crimson Guards (Veteran)* (100%)
181st Crimson Guards (Veteran)* (100%)
258th Crimson Guards (Veteran)* (100%)
441st Crimson Guards (Veteran)* (100%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  20
Homeworlds:  15 second-line Clusters + 10 PGC

Blood Spirit Flagship
Black Lion-class BC (Rocinante—Flagship)


Clan Cloud Cobra
Cobra Keshik Cluster (Elite) (40%)

Alpha Galaxy (The Keystone)
33rd Battle Cluster (Thor's Hammer) (Veteran) (45%)
84th Cobra Coil (Wings of Pharaoh) (Elite) (50%)
214th Cobra Fang (Black Sheep) (Elite) (50%)
149th Cobra Guards (The Azure Guard) (Elite) (40%)
116th Dragoon Cluster (Last Stand) (Veteran) (55%)

Beta Galaxy (Scourge of the Pentagon)
1st Cobra Coil (Wild Kaards) (Veteran) (50%)
45th Cobra Grenadiers (Spitting Serpents) (Veteran) (55%)
185th Cobra Fang (Heaven's Gate) (Veteran) (45%)
222nd Cobra Fang (Iron Butterflies) (Veteran) (50%)
245th Cobra Guards (The Ivory Guards) (Veteran) (60%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  12
Homeworlds:  8 second-line Clusters + 8 PGCs

Cobra Naval Reserve Alpha
Cameron-class BC (Incense—Flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Cataclysm)
York-class CV (Brimstone; The Protector)

Clan Coyote

Alpha Galaxy (Spirit of the Coyote)
Golden Keshik (Guardians of the Prophecy) (Veteran) (50%)
Silver Keshik (The Chosen) (Elite) (45%)
38th Assault Cluster (The Faithful) (Veteran) (55%)
49th Battle Cluster (Midnight Assault) (Veteran) (60%)
8th Recon Cluster (Eyes of the Coyote) (Veteran) (70%)

Delta Galaxy (Heart of the Coyote)
50th Assault Cluster (Creeping Death) (Elite) (35%)
67th Assault Cluster (The Devastators) (Veteran) (30%)
19th Battle Cluster (Long Fangs) (Veteran) (50%)
34th Strike Cluster (Rabid Coyotes) (Elite) (55%)
80th Strike Cluster (Swift Retribution) (Veteran) (45%)

Coyote 403rd Battle Cluster (The Legionnaires) (Veteran)* (65%)
Coyote 246th Strike Cluster (The Coyote Irregulars) (Veteran)* (70%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  14
Homeworlds:  5 front-line Clusters + 13 second-line Clusters + 18 PGCs

The Howling Naval Star
Cameron-class BC (Blood of the Coyote—Flagship)
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Howling)
Lola III-class DD (Honor of Ages; Courage)
Essex-class DD (Windrunner)


Clan Diamond Shark

Alpha Galaxy (Deathstrike)
Diamond Skate (Elite) (50%)
21st Combined Assault Cluster (Elite) (55%)
27th Cruiser Cluster (Flashing Ivory) (Elite) (60%)
39th Strike Cluster (The Frenzy) (Elite) (30%)

Beta Galaxy (Predator)
Pearl Skate (Elite) (75%)
7th Cruiser Cluster (Riptide) (Elite) (65%)
6th Strike Cluster (Blood Hunters) (Elite) (70%)
42nd Combined Strike Cluster (Gnashers) (Elite) (60%)

Gamma Galaxy (Snapping Jaws)
Emerald Skate (Elite) (100%)
Shark 8th Assault Cluster (Rogue Hunter) (Elite) (100%)
Shark 28th Cruiser Cluster (Strum Wache) (Regular) (80%)
Shark 21st Strike Cluster (The Merfolk) (Veteran) (100%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  14
Homeworlds:  6 front-line Clusters + 12 second-line Clusters + 18 PGCs

Deep Hunter Naval Star
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Nagasawa—Flagship)
Aegis-class CA (Blood Lust)
Lola III-class DD (Predator; Space Hunter)
Essex-class DD (Sharon; Tracy)

Bounty of the Deep Transport Star
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Kraken; Red Tide)
Volga-class Transport (Bold Venture; Speculator)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 03, 2012, 04:58:37 PM
Clan Ghost Bear

The Ourse Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary) (60%)

Alpha Galaxy (The Golden Bears)
The Silveroot Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary) (65%)
1st Bear Guards (The Rage) (Elite) (70%)
3rd Bear Guards (The ilKhan's Shield) (Elite) (50%)
5th Bear Guards (Arctic Thunder) (Elite) (60%)
50th Striker Cluster (The Black Bears) (Elite) (65%)

Beta Galaxy (Night Howlers)
The Shrill Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (50%)
304th Assault Cluster (The Howling Bears) (Veteran) (45%)
332nd Assault Cluster (The Iowa Blacklancers) (Elite) (40%)
14th Battle Cluster (The Maulers) (Elite) (55%)
12th Bear Chevaliers (The Wendigos) (Elite) (60%)

Delta Galaxy (The Blitzkrieg)
Jorgensson's Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary) (60%)
8th Bear Cuirassiers (The Blinding Drive) (Elite) (75%)
73rd Battle Cluster (The Lash) (Veteran) (70%)
68th Striker Cluster (The Walking Panzers) (Veteran) (80%)
140th Striker Cluster (Death from Above) (Veteran) (75%)

Rho Galaxy (Bear Essentials)
Kabrinski's Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary) (65%)
18th Battle Cluster (Fire with Fire) (Veteran) (70%)
243rd Battle Cluster (Apollo's Chariot) (Elite) (65%)
283rd Battle Cluster (Ursine Inferno) (Veteran) (50%)
279th Battle Cluster (The Burnout Brigade) (Veteran) (60%)

Omega Galaxy (The Raging Bears)
Tseng's Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (90%)
357th Assault Cluster (The Cave Bears) (Veteran) (80%)
10th Bear Cuirassier (Tundra Roughriders) (Veteran) (85%)
115th Striker Cluster (The Rolling Wave) (Elite) (70%)
139th Striker Cluster (The Sphere Hunters) (Veteran) (80%)

Zeta Galaxy (The Claws of the Ghost) (100%)
The Claw Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (100%)
20th Battle Cluster (Polar Bears) (Elite) (100%)
300th Battle Cluster (Roaring Phoenix) (Veteran) (100%)
1st Bear Regulars (Tip of the Spear) (Veteran) (100%)
2nd Bear Regulars (Ivory Claws) (Veteran) (100%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  26
Homeworlds:  4 front-line Clusters + 16 second-line Clusters + 26 PGCs

The Blizzard Naval Star
Cameron-class BC (Dieron's Run—Flagship)
Black Lion-class BC (Bear's Den)
Lola III-class DD (Blizzard)
Essex-class DD (White Fang)
Fredasa-class Corvette (Black Ghost)

   
Clan Goliath Scorpion
Knife Dance Keshik (Scorpion's Destiny) (Elite) (50%)

Alpha Galaxy (The Rock Minders)
24th Scorpion Cuirassier (The Khan's Own) (Elite) (55%)
25th Scorpion Cuirassier (Scorpions of the Veil) (Elite) (50%)
8th Scorpion Dragoons (The Whip-Tail Brigade) (Elite) (50%)
14th Scorpion Hussars (Swift Retribution) (Elite) (45%)
51st Scorpion Light Horse (The Scorpion Lancers) (Veteran) (100%) (forming)

Beta Galaxy (Sand Runners)
21st Scorpion Cuirassiers (Black Sun) (Elite) (40%)
23rd Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Ironshell Irregulars) (Elite) (50%)
1st Scorpion Dragoons (Heartvenom) (Elite) (60%)
6th Scorpion Hussars (Desert Wind) (Elite) (50%)

Gamma Galaxy (The Cave Dwellers)*
3rd Scorpion Cuirassiers (Kerensky's Covenant) (Regular)* (100%)
17th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Golden Horde) (Green)* (100%)
16th Scorpion Dragoons (The Gate Crashers) (Regular)* (100%)
9th Scorpion Hussars (The Crimson Legion) (Regular)* (100%)

Delta Galaxy (Swift Strikers)
20th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Scorpion Ascendant) (Veteran) (60%)
26th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Dark Sting) (Veteran) (40%)
7th Scorpion Dragoons (The Din of Battle) (Veteran) (55%)
22nd Scorpion Hussars (Eye of the Storm) (Veteran) (50%)

Epsilon Galaxy (Nightcrawlers) (100%)
18th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Khan's Castle) (Veteran) (100%)
28th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Death Stalkers) (Veteran) (100%)
10th Scorpion Dragoons (Poisoned Gambit) (Veteran) (100%)
19th Scorpion Hussars (Untamed Will) (Veteran) (100%)

Zeta Galaxy (Sting of the Sun)*
4th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Adamantine Hearts) (Regular)* (100%)
15th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Burning Sting) (Green)* (100%)
5th Scorpion Dragoons (Forked Ambition) (Regular)* (100%)
2nd Scorpion Hussars (Blinding Stare) (Regular)* (100%)

Eta Galaxy (Protectors of the Nest)*
12th Scorpion Cuirassiers (The Highwaymen) (Regular)* (100%)
27th Scorpion Cuirassiers (Obsidian Claws) (Green)* (100%)
11th Scorpion Dragoons (The Devil's Tail) (Regular)* (100%)
26th Scorpion Hussars (The Fire Scorpions) (Regular)* (100%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  28
Homeworlds:  NONE

Scorpion’s Destiny Naval Star
McKenna-class BB (Lei Kung)
Aegis-class CA (Corona Austrina)
Congress-class FF (Bernlad)
Lola III-class DD (Auriga)

Striking Claw Naval Star
McKenna-class BB (Requiem)
Aegis-class CA (Corona Borealis)
Congress-class FF (Garlon)
Lola III-class DD (Sagitta)

Burning Sting Naval Star
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Serket—Flagship)
Cameron-class BC (Hephaestus)
Aegis-class CA (Coma Bernices)
Congress-class FF (Fornax)
Lola III-class DD (Scorpius)

Fire Wheel Transport Star
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Enceladus; Epimetheus)
Essex-class DD (Aquilia)

Wild Hunt Transport Star
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Karttikeya; Prometheus)
Essex-class DD (Orpheus)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 03, 2012, 04:59:11 PM
Clan Hell's Horses
Alpha Keshik (Elite) (3 Trinary) (55%)
Omega Keshik (Elite) (3 Trinary) (70%)

Alpha Galaxy (Stampede of Steel)
Alpha Command (Elite) (1 Trinary) (40%)
21st Mechanized Assault (Firehorse Cluster) (Elite) (35%)
11th Mechanized Cavalry (Blackhorse Cluster) (Elite) (65%)
12th mechanized Cavalry (Steelhorse Cluster) (Elite) (60%)
22nd Mechanized Strike (Icehorse Cluster) (Elite) (70%)

Beta Galaxy (The Apocalypse)
Beta Command (Elite) (1 Trinary) (80%)
666th Mechanized Assault (War Cluster) (Elite) (45%)
77th Mechanized Cavalry (Famine Cluster) (Elite) (50%)
88th Mechanized Cavalry (Death Cluster) (Elite) (40%)
333rd Mechanized Strike (Pestilence Cluster) (Elite) (60%)

Gamma Galaxy (The Bloodriders)
Gamma Galaxy Command (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (50%)
201st Mechanized Assault (Bearslayer Cluster) (Veteran) (65%)
87th Mechanized Cavalry (Vindicator Cluster) (Veteran) (55%)
45th Mechanized Strike (Worldtaker Cluster) (Veteran) (50%)

Delta Galaxy (Riders on the Storm)
Delta Galaxy Command (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (35%)
44th Mechanized Assault (Tornado Cluster) (Veteran) (25%)
71st Mechanized Cavalry (Thunderstrike Cluster) (Veteran) (30%)
82nd Mechanized Strike (Firestorm Cluster) (Veteran) (45%)

Zeta Galaxy (Wrath from Heaven)
Zeta Galaxy Command (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (100%)
27th Mechanized Cavalry (Hades Cluster) (Veteran) (100%)
40th Mechanized Cavalry (Apollo Cluster) (Veteran) (100%)
229th Mechanized Strike (Artemis Cluster) (Veteran) (100%)

Eta Galaxy (The Shadow Riders)*
Eta Galaxy Command (Veteran)* (1 Trinary) (100%)
51st Mechanized Cavalry (The Nightrider Cluster) (Veteran)* (80%)
61st Mechanized Cavalry Cluster (Fire and Brimstone) (Veteran)* (80%)
35th Mechanized Strike Cluster (The Phantoms) (Veteran)* (100%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  15
Homeworlds:  12 second-line Clusters + 20 PGCs

Red Pegasus Naval Star
Cameron-class BC (Sleipnir—Flagship)
Congress-class FF (Bucephalus)
Lola III-class DD (Black Knight; Gold Knight)

Blood Horse Transport Star
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Blood Horse; Steel Shield)
Volga-class Transport (Mount Olympus)


Clan Ice Hellion

Alpha Galaxy (The Blinding)
200th Attack Cluster (Elite) (60%)
77th Hellion Lancers (Veteran) (50%)
78th Hellion Lancers (Veteran) (50%)
150th Hellion Lancers (Elite) (60%)

Beta Galaxy (The Lithe Kill)
2nd Assault Cavaliers (Veteran) (70%)
121st Hellion Lancers (Veteran) (45%)
33rd Striker Irregulars (Veteran) (60%)
90th Striker Irregulars (Veteran) (55%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  10
Homeworlds:  15 second-line Clusters + 10 PGCs

Hellion's Fury Naval Star
Aegis-class CA (Taney—Flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Cold Hunter; Radiant)
Essex-class DD (Moore's Honor)
York-class CV (Pack Leader)


Clan Jade Falcon
Turkina Keshik (Elite) (Cluster) (10%)

Gamma Galaxy (Jade Falcon Galaxy)
Jade Falcon Guards (Elite) (15%)
12th Falcon Regulars Cluster (The Frozen Fears) (Elite) (20%)
3rd Falcon Talon Cluster (The Jade Claymores) (Elite) (15%)
9th Falcon Talon Cluster (The Falcon Lancers) (Elite) (30%)
89th Falcon Striker Cluster (The Justice Falcons) (Veteran) (25%)

Delta Galaxy (Gyrfalcon Galaxy)
305th Assault Cluster (The Blood Vision) (Elite) (40%)
5th Battle Cluster (The Golden Talons) (Elite) (45%)
2nd Falcon Jaegers Cluster (The Frost Falcons) (Elite) (50%)
4th Falcon Talon Cluster (Bloody Sunrise) (Veteran) (45%)
1st Falcon Striker Cluster (The Pursuing Peregrines) (Elite) (55%)
 
Vau Galaxy (Peregrine Galaxy)
8th Falcon Regulars Cluster (The Scarlet Scythes) (Veteran) (55%)
1st Falcon Velites (The Wolf's Bane) (Veteran) (35%)
4th Falcon Velites (White Vision) (Veteran) (60%)
94th Falcon Striker Cluster (Black Vision) (Veteran) (50%)
124th Falcon Striker Cluster (The Blue Demons) (Veteran) (45%)

Zeta Galaxy (Shrike Galaxy)
3rd Battle Cluster (The Falcon's Honor) (Elite) (60%)
53rd Battle Cluster (The Cat Snatchers) (Veteran) (55%)
2nd Falcon Dragoons (The Lightnings) (Veteran) (65%)
5th Falcon Regulars (Eden's Hope) (Veteran) (60%)
3rd Falcon Velites (The Swift Wings) (Veteran) (55%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  20
Homeworlds:  4 front-line Clusters + 12 second-line Clusters + 22 PGCs

Turkina's Pride Naval Star
Cameron-class BC (Turkina's Pride—Flagship)
Aegis-class CA (Frost Falcon; Hawkeye)
Congress-class FF (Kerensky's Pride)
Whirlwind-class DD ([/i]Emerald Tornado[/i])

Emerald Talon Naval Star
Nightlord-class BB (Emerald Talon)
Liberator-class CA (Gauntlet)
Aegis-class CA (Jade Talon)
Vincent-class Corvette (Lightning Strike


Clan Nova Cat
The Nova Cat Keshik (Elite) (Cluster) (40%)

Alpha Galaxy (Victory over Delusion)
Alpha Galaxy Command (The Vision Keshik) (Elite) (1 Trinary) (45%)
449th Assault Cluster (Joys and Sorrows) (Elite) (35%)
489th Assault Cluster (The Third Eye) (Elite) (40%)
4th Nova Cat Guards (Hand of Fate) (Elite) (55%)

Sigma Galaxy (Spiritual Vision)
Sigma Galaxy Command (The Lachesis Keshik) (Elite) (1 Trinary) (50%)
44th Nova Cat Cavaliers (The Five Actions (Elite) (45%)
Nova Cat Lancers (The Path of Right) (Elite) (55%)
179th Striker Cluster (Circle of Power) (Elite) (55%)

Delta Galaxy (Ways of Seeing)
Delta Galaxy Command (The Shiva Keshik) (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (50%)
274th Battle Cluster (Vigilance of the Cat) (Veteran) (50%)
7th Nova Cat Guards (The Oracles) (Veteran) (60%)
119th Striker Cluster (Self Harmony) (Veteran) (55%)

Sigma Galaxy*
Sigma Galaxy Command (Veteran)* (1 Trinary) (70%)
4th Nova Cat Regulars (Veteran)* (65%)
5th Nova Cat Regulars (Veteran)* (70%)
6th Nova Cat Regulars (Veteran)* (70%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  14
Homeworlds:  3 front-line Clusters + 9 second-line Clusters + 10 PGCs

Thunderbolt Naval Star
Black Lion-class BC (Severen Leroux—Flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Faithful)
York-class CV (Anna Rosse)

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 03, 2012, 04:59:43 PM
Clan Smoke Jaguar
The Jaguar's Den Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary) (50%)

Alpha Galaxy (The Roaring Jaguars)
Alpha Galaxy Command Trinary (The Shroud Keshik) (1 Trinary) (55%)
336th Jaguar Combat Cluster (The Rake) (Elite) (50%)
6th Jaguar Dragoons (Smoke and Fire) (Elite) (45%)
7th Jaguar Dragoons (The Leaping Jaguar) (Elite) (55%)
Jaguar Grenadiers (The Immortals) (Elite) (35%)
5th Jaguar Regulars (The Victory Cluster) (Elite) (40%)

Beta Galaxy (The Mistweavers)
Beta Galaxy Command Trinary (The Swath Keshik) (1 Trinary) (50%)
362nd Assault Cluster (The Silver Jaguars) (Elite) (45%)
225th Battle Cluster (Bringers of Armageddon) (Elite) (50%)
267th Battle Cluster (The Devil's Mist) (Elite) (50%)
1st Jaguar Guards (The Whitewatch) (Elite) (55%)
2nd Jaguar Guards (The Striking Cats) (Elite) (45%)
   
Delta Galaxy (The Cloud Rangers)
Delta Galaxy Command Trinary (The Skyriders Keshik) (1 Trinary) (60%)
1st Jaguar Cavaliers (Ghost Cats) (Veteran) (60%)
3rd Jaguar Cavaliers (The Stormriders) (Veteran) (60%)
4th Jaguar Dragoons (The Pouncing Jaguar) (Veteran) (60%)
214th Jaguar Dragoons (The Stalkers) (Veteran) (60%)
19th Striker Cluster (The Razor's Edge) (Veteran) (60%)

Rho Galaxy (Guardians of the Lair)*
2nd Jaguar Regulars (Veteran)* (Bad Boys from Huntress) (85%)
4th Jaguar Regulars (Veteran)* (Jungle Cats) (85%)
11th Jaguar Regulars (Veteran)* (The Rippers) (85%)
12th Jaguar Regulars (Veteran)* (The Saber Tooth Tigers) (85%)
17th Jaguar Regulars (Veteran)* (The Ghost and the Darkness) (75%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  16
Homeworlds:  15 second-line Clusters + 21 PGCs

Streaking Mist Naval Star
Black Lion-class BC (Streaking Mist—Flagship)
Congress-class FF (Snow Leopard)
Lola III-class DD (Storm Cat)
Essex-class DD (Sabre Cat)
York-class CV (Lioness)

[NOTE:  Khan Howell disbanded Epsilon Galaxy in order to reform Delta Galaxy (a more storied unit).  While the new Delta should be at 100%, he also raided it to bring Alpha and Beta UP to the force levels listed.  The 2nd, 4th, 11th, and 12th Jaguar Regulars were also used to bring the 17th up to strength.]


Clan Snow Raven
Corvus Keshik (Elite) (cluster) (50%)

Alpha Galaxy (Swift Wing Galaxy)
6th Raven Battle Cluster (The Meteors) (Veteran) (40%)
1st Raven Dragoon Cluster (The Longshanks) (Elite) (70%)
9th Raven Striker Cluster (The Snow Hunters) (Elite) (55%)
4th Raven Wing Cluster (The Snow Wing) (Elite) (35%)
Raven 4th Raven Regulars (Veteran)* (80%)
   
Beta Galaxy (Storm Crow Galaxy)
5th Raven Dragoon Cluster (The Wind Riders) (Elite) (50%)
97th Raven Striker Cluster (The Soaring Ravens) (Elite) (45%)
5th Raven Wing Cluster (The Frost Wing) (Veteran) (40%)
9th Raven Wing Cluster (The Ice Wing) (Veteran) (70%)
Raven 6th Raven Regulars (Veteran)* (80%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  12
Homeworlds:  12 second-line Clusters + 8 PGCs

White Cloud Naval Star
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Storm Crow—Flagship; White Cloud)
Lola III-class DD (Spur)
Essex-class DD (Eternity)
Whirlwind-class DD (Drake)
York-class CV (Corvidae)

Swift Wing Naval Star
McKenna-class BB (James McKenna)
Conqueror-class BC (Ark Royal)
Congress-class FF (Magpie)
Lola III-class FF (Bloody Talon)
Whirlwind-class DD (William Adams)

Raven’s Nest Transport Star
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Bonaventure; Rook)
Volga-class Transport (Tenacity)
Lola III-class DD ()Vision of Terra)


Clan Star Adder
Adder Command Keshik (The Light of Command) (Elite) (Cluster) (35%)
Adder Quasar Keshik (Iron Will) (Elite) (Cluster) (65%)

Alpha Galaxy (Old Blood and Guts)
5th Assault Cluster (Georgie's Gorillas) (Elite) (30%)
85th Adder Cavaliers (Gallant Steeds) (Elite) (35%)
191st Adder Guards (Saar Cavaliers) (Elite) (45%)
11th Armored Cavalry Squadron (Messina Missionaries) (Veteran) (30%)
87th Dragoon Cluster (Ivory Six-Shooters) (Veteran) (60%)

Beta Galaxy (Blood Feud)
13th Adder Assault Cluster (Arcadian Devils) (Veteran) (50%)
42nd Adder Cavaliers (The Answer) (Elite) (45%)
73rd Adder Cavaliers (Scourge of the Highlands) (Veteran) (55%)
9th Armored Cavalry Squadron (Spirit Crushers) (Veteran) (60%)
69th Dragoon Cluster (Fighting Gurkhas) (Veteran) (65%)

Delta Galaxy (Thunderstrike)
6th Adder Assault Cluster (Vladivostok Flames) (Elite) (50%)
132nd Adder Guards (Raleigh Rifles) (Veteran) (60%)
18th Armored Cavalry Squadron (Allah's Will) (Elite) (55%)
212th Battle Cluster (Sheet Lightning) (Veteran) (45%)

97th Adder Sentinels (Veteran)* (80%)
235th Adder Sentinels (Elite)* (80%)
522nd Adder Sentinels (Elite)* (80%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  22
Homeworlds:  8 front-line Clusters + 16 second-line Clusters + 24 PGCs

Last Word Naval Star
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Nygaard—Flagship)
Black Lion-class BC (Admiral William S. Preston)
Lola III-class DD (Warlock)
York-class CV (Crusader; Ranger)
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Renown)
 

Clan Steel Viper

Alpha Galaxy (Steel Viper Galaxy)
400th Assault Cluster (The Diamondbacks (Veteran) (35%)
4th Viper Guards (The Deadly Venom) (Elite) (25%)
61st Striker Cluster (The Heirs of Cukulcan) (Veteran) (30%)

Beta Galaxy (Steel Fang)
233rd Battle Cluster (The Hunting Vipers) (Veteran) (40%)
126th Striker Cluster (The Copperheads) (Veteran) (50%)
19th Striker Cluster (The Black Mambas) (Veteran) (55%)
Viper Fusiliers (Mercer’s Own) (Elite) (25%)
9th Viper Guards (The Anacondas) (Veteran) (35%)

Gamma Galaxy (Striking Serpents)
4234d Assault Cluster (Gamma's Pride) (Veteran) (40%)
428th Assault Cluster (The Striking Viper) (Veteran) (40%)
51st Battle Cluster (The Silent Strikers) (Veteran) (55%)
94th Battle Cluster (The Cottonmouths) (Veteran) (35%)
57th Striker Cluster (The Fangs of Death) (Elite) (60%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  14
Homeworlds:  20 second-line Clusters + 20 PGCs

Viper Triumphant Naval Star
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Sanra Mercer—Flagship)
Congress-class FF (Snake Leader)
Lola III-class DD (Anaconda)
Essex-class DD (Martial Legacy)
Fredasa-class Corvette (Pit Viper)


Clan Stone Lion

Alpha Galaxy (Rock from Fire)
1st Lion Assault Cluster (The Widow’s Pride) (Elite) (55%)
1st Lion Battle Cluster (Hell’s Own) (Elite) (50%)
2nd Lion Battle Cluster (Strength of Stone) (Veteran) (55%)
3rd Lion Battle Cluster (The Roaring Lions) (Veteran) (60%)
The Lion Dragoons (First Team) (Elite) (70%)
1st Lion Striker Cluster (The Stone Lion Hussars) (Elite) (65%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  0
Homeworlds:  6 second-line Clusters + 6 PGCs

Clan Stone Lion Naval Star
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Reaver—flagship)
Lola III-class DD (Anathema; Rancor)


Clan Wolf

Alpha Galaxy (The Dire Wolves)
The Golden Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary) (55%)
328th Assault Cluster (The Lion-Hearted) (Elite) (45%)
279th Battle Cluster (The Golden Horde) (Elite) (60%)
3rd Wolf Guards Cluster (The Sentinels) (Elite) (50%)
4th Wolf Guards Cluster (The Cyclops Cluster) (Elite) (55%)
13th Wolf Guards Cluster (The Wolf Spiders) (Elite) (60%)

Beta Galaxy (The Arctic Wolves)
The Silver Keshik (Elite) (1 Trinary) (60%)
341st Assault Cluster (The Silver Blizzard) (Elite) (40%)
352nd Assault Cluster (The Silver Wolves) (Elite) (45%)
3rd Battle Cluster (Silver Devils) (Elite) (55%)
9th Wolf Guards Cluster (Silver Fangs) (Elite) (60%)

Gamma Galaxy (The Wolf Hussars)
The Bronze Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (50%)
5th Battle Cluster (Ghost Hunters) (Veteran) (55%)
7th Battle Cluster (The Hungry Wolves) (Veteran) (55%)
11th Battle Cluster (The Bronze Lancers) (Veteran) (40%)
16th Battle Cluster (The Bronze Furies) (Veteran) (70%)

Delta Galaxy (The Red Wolves)
The Red Keshik (Veteran) (1 Trinary) (60%)
11th Wolf Guards Cluster (The Lightning Pack) (Veteran) (65%)
4th Striker Cluster (Red Death) (Veteran) (50%)
37th Striker Cluster (Blood Kits) (Veteran) (55%)
103rd Striker Cluster (Red Thunder) (Veteran) (50%)

Iota Galaxy (The Steel Wolves)*, Elements
The Steel Keshik (Veteran)* (90%)
Wolf 8th Wolf Regulars (Stalking Death) (Veteran)* (90%)
Wolf 15th Wolf Regulars (The Inquisitors) (Veteran)* (80%)

Provisional Garrison Clusters:  24
Homeworlds:  8 front-line Clusters + 14 second-line Clusters + 16 PGCs

Wolf Naval Star
Sovetskii Soyuz-class CA (Dire Wolf—Flagship)
Congress-class FF (Rogue)
Lola III-class DD (Nature's Wrath)
Vincent-class Corvette (Trailblazer; Valiant)
Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser (Full Moon)


Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 03, 2012, 06:43:59 PM
Clan Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 22, 3043


Nikolai Djerassi shook his head as the two hour documentary finished and the lights came on the vacant auditorium.  He stood and glared down at smiling gnome that Kendrick Wheeler so resembled, down to the red cap that he wore to cover his balding scalp.

“Glorious, was it not?” the film maker cackled.  “Triumph of Kerensky shall be lauded throughout history—and it will deliver the Inner Sphere into your hands, eh, Nikolai?” he laughed.

Nikolai laughed as well.  “The cinematography was brilliant, the satire and allusions and metaphorical commentary was inspired—but deliver the Inner Sphere into our hands?”  The Scorpion shook his head sadly.  “That is something which this film shall not do.  Outwardly it paints the Clans of Kerensky in the best possible light, but I could not help but notice that were the narrative to be changed slightly, then the imagery upon the scene alters to match the words.  Our noble Clan Warriors become barbaric and cruel, the waifs orphaned by war suddenly know not if they are being saved or sent into perpetual servitude.  That being said, it is the best that we can expect.  Of course, my expectations were set rather low.”

Wheeler’s face grew flushed and he waved a dismissive hand.  “You wouldn’t know art if you saw it!  It is a masterpiece, I tell you!  I have already arranged for the distribution and it will soon be shown everywhere!”

“Really?” Nikolai asked.  “Without waiting for the permission of the ilKhan?”

“I have her permission, God rest her soul.”

“Yes, you did.  To film this—not to distribute it until she and her advisors could view it.”

“Well she can’t,” the documentarian said as he settled down into a sulk over the Scorpion’s comments.  “I did my part—and I want my payment.”

“Of course, your thirty pieces of silver,” Nikolai unbuttoned the flap on his pistol and drew it.  “Here is everything you deserve—and more.”

Wheeler started to open his mouth, but the bullet caught him in the forehead and he fell to the ground.  Nikolai shook his head again as he lowered the smoking weapon.  “Did you not think that your . . . perversity would fail to be reported to us?  Burn the body,” he told one of the Elementals standing nearby as he exited the theatre.

“And the film, my Khan?”

“Remove the narration and get one of our Artists to redub it—and release it to the Khans.  Waste not, want not, I always say.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 03, 2012, 07:59:28 PM
The Steel Palace, Malcheema
Arcturus, Lyran Commonwealth, Federated Commonwealth
February 22, 3044


Jason Scott paused his kata in the small gymnasium where he was allowed to take his exercise as two dozen burly men entered through a side door.  Although still a prisoner, he had spoken several times with Melissa Steiner-Davion, nearly a dozen times with Roman Steiner and Morgan Hasek-Davion, twice as often with Quintus Allard—but not once with Hanse Davion.  Still, he had been allowed privileges such as this exercise time and books to read in his cell—and Stephen Davion visited every day.  The two men had struck up a friendship on the voyage to Arcturus and it continued now, through their daily games of chess.

But this was different—and Jason could taste the fear and anger radiating off of the new arrivals.  One of Jason’s two guards shook his head, but a newcomer held out a thick wad of bills and the guard pocketed them, and then the two regular guards left.

The newcomers spread out in a semi-circle and they were all armed with stun-sticks—nasty implements that dealt a mild electrical charge to the individual struck; they short-circuited the nerves momentarily and allowed police to subdue a captive quickly . . . and were generally considered non-lethal weapons unless the target of their attention had an undiagnosed heart condition.  But they were also intended to be used in moderation—and not one of the thugs approaching had anything resembling moderation in their eyes.

Their leader stopped a dozen feet away from Jason and he spat.  “Clan bastard . . . my brother was in the 15th Lyran Guards—your people killed him on Tukayyid.”

“The 15th Lyran fought in the Dinju Mountains—my Scorpions fought on the Prezno Plains . . . you clearly have the wrong Clan bastard.”

“You are all responsible for this,” another muttered, “each and every one of you, and each of us has lost family to your Invasion.”

“Ah, and you came down here today to extract your vengeance from my flesh and bones, then?” Jason asked in a calm voice.

“We are going to beat you until we break every last bone in your body,” a third man snarled.

“You do realize there is a camera that is recording everything in this gynasium, quiaff?” the Scorpion Warrior pointed out, raising one hand to point.

“And that tape will be long gone before anyone thinks to ask about it,” the leader said as thumbed the power of his stun-stick to full and blue-white arcs of electricity climbed up and down the shaft.

And Jason moved—he did not wait on them to attack him, instead he attacked them, diving into their midst and striking out with all the skill honed by the long hours of training and sparring and actual combat to the death in a Circle of Equals.  The leader went down as Jason’s knuckles buried themselves in his throat—crushing the larynx—his foot lashed out and dropped a second—a third thug collapsed to the floor as Jason swung his elbow and shattered the bones in his skull at the temple . . . but there were too many of them and the Scorpion howled as electricity coursed through his body—and the stun-sticks rose and fell and slammed into his flesh and bonues with sickening thuds and cracks again and again and again.

*****************************************************************

“I don’t like him, Stephen!” growled Hanse Davion as he walked down the corridor towards the exercise room, a team of his best guards both ahead and behind the First Prince and his cousin.

And Stephen snorted.  “Who says you have to like him?  He’s an arrogant bastard who likes to settle things with a fight; he is also the personal representative of someone who is trying to negotiate a settlement to this war without additional bloodshed, and you are treating him as Second Coming of Mad Max!”

Hanse stopped and he stared at his cousin.  “Then why haven’t the Scorpions crossed over yet?  It’s been five weeks since the fighting on Tukayyid ended, and yet we haven’t received the first word of when he is going to do this!”

But Stephen met that fearsome glare resolutely.  “You, better than anyone else alive, understand the issue of timing things closely, my Prince.  We knew—from the first briefing—that it would be March or April before he moved; and the death of the ilKhan on Tukayyid is probably going to push that back some more.  This is something he has to get perfectly right, or he and his Clan will die.”  Stephen snorted.  “You would shed no tears at that, but put yourself in Nikolai Djerassi’s shoes—he is trying to end this madness and keep his people alive . . . and you cannot damn well tell me you wouldn’t do exactly the same thing in his place!”

Hanse started to reply, but then he drew in a deep breath.  “The casualty count from Tukayyid had really done a number on my composure—and the results of Takashi’s offensive has made me even more on edge.  Every advantage they have is magnified in the defense—I should have expected that.  I should have planned for that!  After all, that is our strategy, my strategy, to make them fight through our fortifications to come to blows with us.  The idea that the Clans might do the same thing to our offensive never really occurred to me—but that is what the Jaguars and Cats did to the DCMS and Theodore was lucky to pull a dozen regiments out of the fire.”

“And none of that is the fault of our Scorpion Ambassador, eh, cousin?” Stephen asked as the two started walking.  “Let’s face it, you are still pissed at not being First Lord of the Star League aren’t you?”

Hanse stopped again and he shook his head.  “I . . . no.  No, Stephen, I’m not,” and Hanse shook his head.  “It’s just that . . .”

“You aren’t in charge for once in your life.”

The Fox glared at his cousin who chuckled.  “He’s Melissa’s cousin—and he isn’t a true believer in ComStar.  I know you don’t trust them, I know you wish you could stand each and every Adept and Acolyte and Demi-Precentor and Precentor and Primus against a stone wall and give them a blindfold and a cigarette for all they have done in the past against you and Melissa and the Suns.  But there comes a time when you have to let it go—or you will give yourself either a heart-attack or a stroke.”

“All right,” growled Hanse, “all right.”  He held up one hand.  “I’ll calm down and be good, I promise.  Now how about we have that talk you have been wanting me to have with your pet Scorpion?”

The two began walking down the stone corridors deep beneath the palace once again and Stephen chuckled.  “Pet Scorpion?  He’s really not, Hanse.  What he is a hell-on-wheels Warrior inside a ‘Mech and out, and a philosopher.  Hell, he’s a lot like you when you were twenty.”

“He’s twenty?” Hanse stopped again, just outside the door.  “He’s twenty?”

Stephen nodded.  “He is.  And he’s got as big a chip on his shoulder as you had at that age, trying to prove your worth to older brother Ian and Uncle Andrew.  And like you with Ian and Uncle Andrew, he has been entrusted with great responsibility—responsibility he has earned because of his ability, not his birth.  Bear that in mind cousin.”

And an agonizing howl of pain came from the far side of the doors, causing Hanse and Stephen both to turn their heads.  The guards reacted instantly—half covering the two Davions and the rest pouring into the room; after a moment one of the guards nodded at the Fox.  “Clear, sir—you can enter.”

Hanse Davion stormed in and he drew in a deep breath at the gaggle of men with stun-sticks at their feet and the bloody, battered body of the Scorpion ambassador lying on the ground.

“WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” he bellowed, but none of the soldiers—not one of whom as assigned to Palace security!—meet his glance.

One of the Prince’s security detail was on his knee examining Jason and he thumbed his radio.  “Medical emergency—detention area exercise hall—get down here fast!”

“H-he . . . attacked us,” one of the Lyran Regulars finally said under Hanse’s stern gaze.  “We were defending ourselves.”

“Right,” said another, “you tell him,” chimed in a third.

“Son,” Hanse said as he stepped up close—his guards getting even closer to the sweating soldier, “that camera better confirm every word out of your lips or I will see you hang in a wire noose.  So help me God.”

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” Hanse thundered.  “So, now, without the bullshit, explain to me why soldiers in mine and my wife’s military forces who are not even supposed to be here, were just beating the ever loving hell out of an Ambassador to Our Court?”

A bath in liquid nitrogen would have warm in comparison the last words uttered by Hanse Davion—and twenty very frightened men began to confess, laying the blame on anyone but themselves.

“ENOUGH!” Stephen barked, and he nodded at the guards, who took all of them into custody, some still begging forgiveness, others pleading their innocence, but they were ushered from the exercise room as medical professionals rushed in and began to examine the unconscious Scorpion.  One of the doctors looked up, “I need to get him into surgery, my Prince,” he said.

“Go,” commanded Hanse.  “Erik,” he said to his guard commander.  “Cancel my DropShip flight back to New Avalon—and assign a detachment of our people to Star Captain Scott in order to prevent this from happening again.”

“At once, my Prince,” the security chief said as he began barking orders into his radio.

And Hanse chuckled grimly.  Stephen just stared at him as the doctor and the medical team loaded Jason Scott in a gurney and wheeled him away.  “You find this humorous, cousin?”

“I was thinking about how you said we are alike, Stephen—and damn me if I wouldn’t have tried to take some of them with me too,” Hanse motioned to the three corpses lying on the ground.  “Damn me if I wouldn’t have,” he whispered again.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on August 03, 2012, 09:05:02 PM
It's nice to see Hanse acting like the hypocrite the novels have often hinted at. "I don't like the guy who settles his disputes with a fight!"

Scott should have brought Hanse and Melissa a dark-colored tea kettle as a belated wedding present.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 03, 2012, 11:54:18 PM
Clan Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters; Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 22, 3043


Natasha rapped the frame of the door at Nikolai’s office and the Scorpion looked up from a report he was reading—and then he carefully closed the monitor screen and stood.  “Khan Kerensky, to what do I owe the pleasure this evening?”

She held up a bottle of Nikolai’s stolen Scotch and smiled.  “I come bearing gifts.”

“Beware Stone Lions bearing gifts, to paraphrase an ancient author,” Nikolai said sourly but he waved his hand towards a pair of chairs flanking the roaring fireplace.  The Widow stepped into the office and handed the sealed bottle over; then she chuckled.  “I think you might need to activate your bug-stomper, Nikolai, after you sweep the room for listening devices—because you and I need to have a little chat.”

Nikolai shrugged as he sat down the bottle and called his latest aide into the office.  The young Scorpion swept the office with a hand-held electronic device and then he nodded at the Khan, who powered up a powerful electronic jammer built into his desk—the young Scorpion left and closed the door behind him—sealing the Faraday cage constructed into the walls, floors, and ceiling for additional security.

The Scorpion took a folding utensil from his pocket and cut away the wax seal on the neck of the whiskey bottle, then he levered out a cork-screw from the implement and extracted the cork with a pop.  “Rocks or neat?” he asked.

“Chilled is good, naked is better,” Natasha answered with a stunning grin and the Scorpion Khan chuckled in reply, pouring two fingers of whiskey for her, and two for himself.  He put ice within his own, however.

“We are as secure as I can reasonably make us, Khan Kerensky—what do you desire to 'chat' about?”

“Jaime told me what you told Melissa, Nikolai—you’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” she asked with her eyes twinkling.

Nikolai turned his head in question slightly, but his pupils did not grow any wider, nor did any muscles on his face or neck twitch; nor did any sudden sweat beads begin to emerge from his forehead—he gave absolutely no outward sign that he had the least idea of what she was speaking of . . . and Natasha suddenly burst out laughing.

“Remind me to never to play poker with you, Nikolai!  Damn, you’ve got good control over your reactions, quiaff?”

“When I play poker, which is not often,” the Scorpion said taking a pause and a sip, “I play for only the highest of stakes.  Now what, pray tell, did Commanding General Jaime Wolf—our enemy, need I not remind you—tell you that I supposedly said to Melissa Steiner-Davion—or were you referring to another Melissa, perchance?”

“I know you are the one who gave her the idea to reform the Star League—and that you have offered to bring the Scorpions under their banner.”

“And if that were true, are you here to kill me?” Nikolai asked, and cocked his head to one side.  “Or to join me?”

The Khan of the Stone Lions took a deep swallow of her own whiskey and sat down the glass on the table.  “If the other Khans find out—and they will eventually—they will tear you apart with red-hot irons, Nikolai.”

The Scorpion nodded his agreement and he took a second sip and sat down his glass as well.  “So I was right—you are an Inner Sphere plant.”

“Yes, you were—and you will go down in history as a traitor to the Clans.”

“Perhaps . . . but we have a Star League once more.  This is a chance to end this war, and end it with the best of all possible results—a united Inner Sphere, under one government that is not bound by our traditions and castes and rules of conduct!  We were meant to serve the Star League—I have always been a Warden in this endeavor, Natasha.  And rather than see my Crusader brethren make a hash of it, I have pulled the strings as best I could to steer events to this point—where the Davions and the Steiners and the Kuritas and the Mariks and the Liaos have united to preserve their own cultures and societies . . . and ours as well.”

“By and large, my Scorpions are Wardens—we have a Star League now, a Star League we can be proud to serve . . . and they will follow me into that service.  I had suggested that Jaime Wolf be named First Lord, but I cannot have my way in everything it seems.” And he shrugged.

“Oh-oo!” howled Natasha with laughter.  “He forgot to tell me that.  You must have known that Takashi Kurita would never allow it.”

Nikolai shrugged.  “It does not matter who is First Lord—the League has been Reborn.  Will you stay here in the staid boring Clans or will you return to the Terran Hegemony in the company of Scorpions?”

The Black Widow grew serious.  “They will Annihilate the rest of your Clan, Nikolai.  Your Scorpions will be absorbed into the Inner Sphere and pass away into history.”

“Everything passes with time, Natasha, nothing lasts forever—the Scorpions are fully aware of that fact.  I have not left a single Warrior, a single sibkin, a single ship in the Homeworlds for our trothkin to slake their vengeance on—they will arrive at Rondane soon, where we will load up my other civilians to join the ones from the Homeworlds, and my factories, and they will meet us on Asta . . . a former world of the Hegemony which will be ours to call home.”

Natasha lifted the whiskey and slugged back the rest of the tumbler’s contents.  “High-stakes indeed,” she whispered.  “If my Stone Lions joined you, we would lose our civilians from the Homeworlds and what few military units have been formed there in my absence.”

“A handful according to my sources—before our unfortunate technical difficulties with the communications relay.  And all fractious, unrepentant Mandrills—you are better off without them.”

“And I have a sudden suspicion that you had something to do with that technical difficulty.”

“Aff.  My Fleet has been destroying the HPG relays and taking the JumpShips assembled for the command circuit to Rondane—we also seized the Raven’s Yard-Ship Sanctuary at Way Point 427.”

“You are a madman; you realize this is a medical fact?” Natasha asked with a shocked look on her face.

Nikolai smiled.  “I needed the JumpShips to haul my civilians and factories from Rondane and we will need the Yard-Ship once we arrive on our new home.  Peter will be pissed, of course, but when I return the six Potemkins I shanghaied, he might not feel quite so bad—especially since the Ravens were only running the Yard-Ship for the ilKhan; technically it is not their ship at all.”

“Pour me another,” Natasha whispered, and Nikolai did so with a grin. 

“Surprised, Khan Kerensky?  When I play, I play to win—and speaking of winning, if you fear that your Warriors will not follow you with their genetic legacies in the hands of Scientists back in the Homeworlds, well . . .” Nikolai smiled broadly, “let us say that there are Scientists who are not very Clan-like in their attitudes.  I have a complete copy of the Master Genetic Data Repository aboard the Fleet en route to Rondane.  Not physical samples, but enough for any competent Scientist to ensure that the Blood-Names of your Clan—and mine—are preserved.”

“They will have to invent a way to resurrect the dead to kill you as many times as you deserve, Nikolai!” Natasha blurted out.  “How long have you been planning this?”

“The genesis of the idea was Khan Kirov’s before his death—he chose me as saKhan because we agreed on this issue.  The Star League must stand again—and the Scorpions must return home to serve it, before our infighting in the Homeworlds tears us asunder.  For nearly two decades first Mikhail and then I have been working for this end—this goal—that we finally achieved just before we landed on Tukayyid.  And for that purpose, I pledged my life, my treasure, and my sacred honor as a sacrifice if needed.”  Nikolai took a sip of whiskey.  “So, are you with us or will you stand against us?”

"Are you going to give them the Exodus Road, Nikolai?" she asked in response.

"Neg.  I am purging all navigational data from every ship's computer as it arrives in the Inner Sphere.  I want to see the Star League Reborn, Natasha . . . I have no desire to see the SLDF fighting amid nuclear detonations on the Homeworlds.  You know that the Khans, for all their talk about honor, would resort to that if they were invaded.  With us or against us?"

“Oh, I am with you, Nikolai—you are too much fun for me to be anywhere else.”  She paused and sipped her whiskey again.  “What of the other Clans?  Some . . . some of them are rethinking this invasion.”

“They should all be rethinking the Invasion,” Nikolai answered and frowned.  “We can count out the Falcons, Sharks, Horse’s, Ravens, Vipers, Hellions, Adders, Spirits, and Jaguars immediately—none of them will be willing to serve a Star League not of their own making.”

“You, Marion, and Jake are friends, you might persuade them . . .” but Nikolai shook his head and the Widow stopped.

“Friendship has nothing to do with this—and Marion knows it.  Right now, if the Clans are forced out of the Inner Sphere and back home, he—and the Bears—have the two largest and most powerful toumans remaining.  And the Bears are a cautious breed.  With the losses the Falcons and Jaguars and Vipers have suffered, he will lead the Crusaders . . . and rule the Homeworlds as ilKhan.  No, he would rather be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond.  Jake Fletcher,” and here Nikolai sighed.  “Jake will take this as a personal betrayal and he will consider me a traitor to his last days—he will try his best to kill me.  Peter might have jumped ship, heh, but his displeasure with me will keep him on the Clan side.  For now.”

“That leaves the Coyotes, Wolves, Bears, Cobras, and Cats,” said Natasha.  “Ulric . . . I just don’t know.  He’s a hard man to read—but he is a hard-line Warden, a true-believer in his own fashion.”

“And a pragmatic one who wants to change the Clans from within—unless the survival of Clan Wolf itself is at stake, he won’t jump—neither will Pavel and his Coyotes.  Amanda will understand why I have done this—she will even silently applaud the audacity and risks involved in my actions, she will wish me luck, but she will not risk the survival of Clan Ghost Bear.  Besides,” he said with a grin, “she gets to keep my worlds and Rondane—including the factories I cannot move in time.”

“And then there were two,” the Widow mused.  “The Cats are fanatical about the Star League—but it all depends on their Khan and Loremaster.”

“And the Cobras, they have to know their best chance of surviving to see the next century is away from the Homeworlds—the other Clans have begun getting antsy about their religious practices,” Nikolai added.

“Do we approach them—do we dare to broach this subject with them?”

Nikolai licked his lips.  “Not yet . . . we still have much left in this play of ours, and our time upon the stage is not yet at an end.”

Natasha sat back in her chair and took another swallow of the smooth, deep, warm whiskey.  “How do you know the Lions will follow me?”

“How do I know that when the sun sets for the night it will rise again in the morning?  Or that water is wet?  Of all the questons you could have asked, this is simplest.  Natasha Kerensky, you led them—led them—through the fire to regain their honor.  They are truly Lions now, not a collection of free-birth cast-offs from the Fifteen Clans mixed with surviving Mandrills.  Those men and women—from your saKhan Aiden Pryde down to the lowest laborer, each would follow you into Hell without hesitation, evasion, or reservation.”

“And how do you know I won't take this to the Grand Council and reveal all of your masterful plans and schemes, O Great and Powerful Oz?”

“If I even suspected that you would, you would not get out of this building alive.”

Natasha Kerensky smiled and she stood and she nodded.  “Oh, now the fun part really starts.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Absalom on August 04, 2012, 12:20:08 PM
An impressive effort. I will now he to read this from the beginning. At 146000 word, it will be along and healthy endeavour
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 04, 2012, 09:11:14 PM
Grand Council of the Khans, Memmingen University, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 23, 3043


Thomas Black, Khan of the Steel Vipers rose from the seats normally used by students attending a lecture with a scowl on his face.  To his eyes, to those of many of the Khans present today, this chamber was simply a parody—a mockery!—of the Hall of the Khans on Strana Mechty; that anger and frustration showed clearly on his face.

“Khan Black,” the new Loremaster of the Clans—Grace Kabrinski of Clan Ghost Bear—said, recognizing the Viper and granting him the floor.

“It has never been done—not once in our entire history!  The ilKhan is elected on Strana Mechty, in the Hall of the Khans, and in no other place!” he thundered.  “We must—the Khans and the Blood-Named, return home to elect a new ilKhan.  The Martial Code sa-. . .”

“Nothing on this subject, Khan Black—I know, I have read it in preparation for today; every last clause and article and regulation,” Nikolai interrupted as he stood.  “Tradition has our election of an ilKhan take place in that sacred Hall on Nicholas Kerensky’s Strana Mechty; tradition, my Khans, not regulation.  Not law, nor any code handed down by the First ilKhan or any of his successors.”

“You would be wise to remain silent today, Scorpion,” hissed the Viper.  “Your plans led us to this catastrophe, your desire to take Tukayyid, your failure to adequately prepare the Khans for what we encountered there!”

“We, Khan Black?  I fought on Tukayyid,” Nikolai answered in a scathing tone.  “Many of the Khans here today fought and bled on Tukayyid—you did not.  The only reason you are here today holding the rank of Khan is because your predecessor disobeyed the orders of her lawful commander under combat conditions and got herself and three full Clusters of Vipers killed!  And for what?  The battle had been lost already—she threw away your trothkin because of her foolish pride!”

Black’s face twisted with anger—and shame—and he started to leap forward, but one mighty bellow brought him to a halt.

“ENOUGH!” shouted Brandon Howell as the Jaguar leapt to his feet.  “The Scorpion speaks the truth Khan Black.  You dishonor yourself and your Clan if you do not accept the truth of what happened in the Kozice Valley!”

The two Khans locked eyes across the room, but it was the Viper who finally looked away.  “That being said,” continued Howell in a calm and even voice, “it was your plan which led us to this state, Nikolai Djerassi—a plan which you agreed to accept the consequences of if you were wrong.”

Aidan Pryde, saKhan of Clan Stone Lion stood and shook his head.  “Was he to be prophetic in nature, Khan Howell?  Tukayyid was a trap for us—a trap laid by Commanding General Jaime Wolf of the Star League Reborn.”  And in answer a rustle arose from the Khans as at last those words were spoken in a formal setting.  “Aye . . . we cannot deny reality, my Khans—and the reality is that we have forced the Inner Sphere to unite against us and to reform the Star League . . . whose armies have now handed unto the Clans our first defeat.  The first of many defeats.”

“This false Star League will not prevail—we will not be defeated!” growled Howell.

But Aidan only cocked his head to one side and nodded.  “Then perhaps we should hold this meeting on Pesht, Khan Howell.  Or on Bjarred, or Jeanette, or Teniente, or Irece, or on . . . any other of your worlds bordering the Draconis Combine.  Oh, wait, we cannot for those worlds the Jaguars and Cats have been driven from—in defeat.”

“It is but a temporary setback,” howled Brandon, “we shall recla- . . .”

“Begging the Khan’s pardon, but you have not the strength of arms at this moment in time to reclaim those worlds—and you know that as well as I,” Aidan continued in a sober voice.  “The plans for Tukayyid were sound, we all know this.  Just as we must all acknowledge that we were outfought.”

And all Hell broke loose at that final sentence.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 04, 2012, 10:16:41 PM
Grand Council of the Khans, Memmingen University, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 23, 3043


It took forty minutes for the Ebon Keshik—what was left of it—to restore order and separate the Khans.  None of the Elementals made any comment about the fight—the undignified brawl—which had been fought, but their tongues would wag about that night.  And it turned out that Star Captain Tyra Moon won the pool, because Natasha Kerensky fought just as dirty as she had predicated she would!

But that would occur later, in the security of the Ebon Keshik’s segregated barracks.

The Loremaster of the Clans scowled down upon the chastised, bruised, and (for a few) bleeding Khans in derision.  “Is this how the Khans honor the memory of our ilKhan?  Of our Founders?  With a brawl more appropriate to a drinking establishment and an overuse of intoxicants?”

Grace Kabrinski shook her head.  “My Khans, you will conduct yourselves with decorum or I will order the Ebon Keshik to remove you from this Chamber!”

“You do not have the authority!” bellowed the Ice Hellions Emma Drake, newly elected as Khan of her Clan.

“Try me, Hellion!” the Bear snapped back.  She paused, but no one else dared to say a word.  “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?  We need an ilKhan.  We can vote here or we can waste a year and return home.  And when we get back, we will need to start all over again because Jaime Wolf will have taken every last one of our worlds in the interim!  Broken the forces we leave behind!  Quiaff?”

“Aff,” most of the Khans agreed.  And the Loremaster nodded.  “Yea to take the vote here; nay to return to the Homeworlds.  Vote now.”

And by twenty-five to seven, the Khans voted to hold the election for ilKhan immediately.

“I open the floor for nominations,” Grace said.  “Khan Djerassi, you wish to speak on the behalf of a Khan?”

“I do, Loremaster.  There is one Khan among us who has been a rock through adversity and triumph; a Khan whose touman is the largest in any of the occupation zones at this time.  A Khan who is given to considered decisions, not rash ones.  I nominate for ilKhan Amanda Tseng, Khan of the Ghost Bears.”

Amanda looked up in shock and then she nodded.  Ulric Kerensky stood beside her.  “I second the nomination of Amanda Tseng.”

For several moments no one else spoke, and then Grace asked the question:  “Are there any further nominations?”  Silence, for every Khan present realized the task ahead of the new ilKhan—and none wanted to risk failure.  Grace nodded.  “Then nominations are closed.”

Natasha stood.  “Loremaster, I move that we confirm the vote by acclamation.”

“Seconded,” called out Jake Fletcher.

“All those voting for Amanda Tseng as ilKhan say Aye,” the Loremaster answered.

“AYE!” nearly every Khan shouted.  “Those opposed speak now or hold thy silence for eternity.”  And no one spoke.

“Rise, ilKhan Tseng and take your rightful place among us,” Grace said with a bow.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 04, 2012, 11:03:48 PM
Grand Council of the Khans, Memmingen University, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 23, 3043


“Trothkin,” Amanda began, “we are in a time of crisis such as the Clans have never before faced.  But we shall prevail through this—we will remain the Clans of Kerensky!  There are hard decisions ahead of us, and we must—as the junior Khan of the Stone Lions has reminded us today—content with reality as it is and not how we might wish it were.  The Invasion will halt in place as of today.”

Shouts of protest erupted—but not nearly in the numbers Nikolai had expected.  He waited until the Khans calmed down, as Amanda stood like an unmoving rock in the center of that storm.

“We have no choice—we lack the strength to press forward at this time.  Despite all of our reinforcements, all of our replacements, we are at roughly sixty percent of our numbers when we began this Invasion—even though we have added more than forty Clusters to our roster!  We must, for the moment, stand on the defensive . . . and make some difficult decisions.”

Marion Truscott stood and he nodded.  “We have bled ourselves white, my Khans—the ilKhan speaks the truth today.  To go forward now, we risk losing everything we have so far gained.”

“But if we do not advance,” Helen Schmidt, the Khan of the Blood Spirits said as she too stood, “we risk giving the False Star League time to recover as well.”

And here Nikolai stood.  “Aff, but if we do continue forward we will soon enough have nothing which to hold these worlds—and the Star League will reclaim them behind us with scarcely a fight, severing our supply lines and letting us wither on the vine.  My Khans, they are hurting as much as we—but they began this with far more regiments than we have Clusters.  We have destroyed more than one hundred and eighty BattleMech Regiments, an order of magnitude greater numbers of lesser formations—and yet they still have reserves greater than our combined Clans together.  If we all had our full toumans here now, which we do not.”

“And yet,” Nikolai continued on, “they have not suffered such losses since the earliest days of their Succession Wars.  Their worlds are feeling the effect of units that provide protection and garrison are being transferred to face us; they suffer from pirates and bandits and their civilians rise up in discontent.  Now, in the face of the results of the Battle of Tukayyid, now is the time to negotiate an end.”

“Negotiate!” Emma Drake shrieked.  “You are a dezgra coward, Khan Djerassi!  Negotiate with the Scavenger Lords who formed this False Star League in an effort to demoralize us.”

Nikolai glared at the Hellion Khan, and if his look could have transferred temperature, Emma Drake would have frozen solid.  “The Ice Hellion Khan is free to test her convictions on my courage at her earliest convenience; though I would suggest if she does so, the Hellions stand prepared to elect another new Khan.”

“No,” said Amanda from the lectern.  “We have lost enough Khans for one year—both of you be seated.  Now.”

Nikolai bowed politely and sat, quickly followed by the still seething Hellion.

“We must seek a truce,” the ilKhan said.  “Either that, or we admit defeat and crawl back home in shame.”

A low moan went through the Khans, as even those who hated this idea realized the need for it. 

“We will dispatch an envoy to arrange a meeting with First Lord Focht—probably through a real-time HPG connection,” she continued.  “In the meantime,” and her she paused, shaking her head at what she had to say.  At what perhaps she alone had the courage to say in this chamber.  “Khan Howell, Khan West, Khan Schmidt . . . we must consolidate our holdings.  The Jaguars and Cats will abandon their remaining worlds in Corridor Theta.  You are woefully vulnerable at the moment; Khan Schmidt, you have not enough force to hold every world in Corridor Eta—which I will divide into three Occupation Zones . . . one of each of your Clans.”

All three Khans began to scream in protest, but Amanda cut them off.  “THERE WILL BE NO DEBATE ON THIS!  We are speaking of survival itself.  As Corridor Epsilon and Delta are the two with the least vulnerable flanks, I am also ordering Clan Goliath Scorpion to reinforce the Falcons and Sharks in Corridor Alpha—and Clan Coyote to join the Hellions and Vipers in Corridor Beta.  If you want a Trial of Refusal, then I will resign as ilKhan and watch as your Clans are defeated in detail.  And I will return my Bears to the Homeworlds to rebuild for our next attempt.”

Utter silence greeted her yet again and Amanda nodded.  “The time has come to put the Clans of Kerensky above our own Clan—and if any Khan present here today cannot do so, then he or she may meet me in combat and die at my hands.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 04, 2012, 11:08:02 PM
The list of the current Khans and saKhans: 

ilKhan of the Clans:  ilKhan Amanda Tseng (Ghost Bear)
Loremaster of the Clans:  Loremaster Charles Bragg (Ice Hellion)

Blood Spirit:  Khan Helen Schmidt, saKhan James Carmichael
Cloud Cobra:  Khan Mark Steiner; saKhan Leonard Eaker
Coyote:  Khan Pavel Kerensky; saKhan Simon Kufahl
Diamond Shark:  Khan Olivia Sutherland; saKhan Peter Hammond
Ghost Bear:  Khan Grace Kabrinski; saKhan Eric Jorgensson
Goliah Scorpion:  Khan Nikolai Djerassi; saKhan Nelson
Hell's Horse:  Khan Jake Fletcher; saKhan Rapael Mendoza
Ice Hellion:  Khan Emma Drake; saKhan Robert Taney
Jade Falcon:  Khan Marthe Pryde; saKhan Michael van Jankmon
Nova Cat:  Khan Marius West; saKhan Linda Devereaux
Smoke Jaguar:  Khan Brandon Howell; saKhan Sarah Weaver
Snow Raven:  Khan Peter McKenna; saKhan Joan McKenzie
Star Adder:  Khan Marion Truscott; saKhan Jean N'Buta
Steel Viper:  Khan Thomas Black; saKhan Paul Masters
Stone Lion:  Khan Natasha Kerensky; saKhan Aidan Pryde
Wolf:  Khan ulric Kerensky; saKhan Marianne Vickers

Grace will be elected to replace Amanda, whereupon Charles Bragg replaces her as Loremaster of the Clans.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 05, 2012, 02:08:07 PM
Interesting stuff MA!

Surprised that Marion Truscott or Ulric didn't get some nominations for ilKhan.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 05, 2012, 02:29:19 PM
LCMS Bucklands Belle (aka CGSS Jenna Scott), Zenith Jump Point
Odessa, Lyran Commonwealth
February 23, 3043


“Skipper,” the executive officer of the Clan Goliath Scorpion Surveillance Ship Jenna Scott growled, and Star Captain Thaddeus Arbuthnot nodded.

“Steady, folks—stay frosty and remember they think we are just another tramp freighter passing through.”  I hope that they think that, Thaddeus thought as he swallowed hard.

 Jenna Scott was one of three Tracker-class vessels in use by Clan Goliath Scorpion and throughout the invasion she had been scouting the systems on the flanks and in front of the Invasion.  But neither she nor her crew had expected to discover anything remotely like the concentration of JumpShips massed here over Odessa.  Or the scores of aerospace fighters and dozens of Assault DropShips swarming around.

“Give me a count, Pieter,” the ship commander ordered.

“Two hundred and seventeen Jumpers, Skipper,” the tech responded almost instantly, “ranging from Scout-class to Monolith-class.  No WarShips.  Forty-two assault DropShips, mostly Avenger-class.  One Olympus-class recharge station.  Sixty aerospace fighters on patrol . . . but there are bound to be more.  About a third are broadcasting as LCAF and AFFS vessels—the rest are merchant ships.”

“Stravag,” Thaddeus cursed.  “They are assembling a fleet to transport their regiments, hit us in the flank—and that means we are about to get impressed, I believe.”

“Speaking of which,” Star Commander Aaron Ben-Shimon, the aforementioned XO, looked up from his station.  “We are being hailed.”

“Game faces, people,” Thaddeus ordered as he adjusted the mismatched, brightly colored eclectic array of clothing that served as his ‘uniform’.  “On screen.”

The main monitor cleared and then presented the image of a Lyran Commodore, who nodded his head.  “Bucklands Belle, pursuant to the Home Defense Act of the Estates General of 2832, I am hereby informing you that your ship is required to carry out military operations in service of Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces—you will move your vessel to the designated parking area and stand by for further instructions.”

Thaddeus scowled mightily and came out of his seat in mock anger.  “I have a charter to Arcturus!  This is . . . this is . . . bullshit!” he sputtered.

“You will be compensated,” the Commodore replied with a frown.

“Compensated?  I am familiar with your idea of compensation!  What about my cargo?  I have twenty thousand tons of fish, pasta, and spices from Kowloon that I signed a contract to deliver to Arcturus!  If I fail to make delivery, I’ll lose my ship!”

The Commodore smiled.  “The Regiments on Odessa—and the Fleet—could use additional provisions, Bucklands Belle.  We are prepared to offer you a very good price—and we will seize your ship if you do not comply.  Fully in accordance with the law,” he finished sternly.

The Scorpion officer made himself sit back down and offered the camera a disgusted look.  “You will pay cost—I won’t clear a single Kroner of profit.  How the hell am I supposed to pay my crew and maintain my ship on cost?”

“The Archon has authorized a slight expenditure above cost for your service—and your provisions.  You will still turn a profit; as for the consignees waiting for your shipment this falls under the status of a Commonwealth Emergency—you cannot be sued in court for breach of contract and I will provide you with the appropriate paperwork stating that.”

Thaddeus slumped and he nodded sourly.  “I knew I should have come out at the Nadir Point.”

The image of the officer on screen barked a laugh.  “And you would have been press-ganged by Commodore Holt—who isn’t as generous as I.  Tell me, are you carrying banh bot loc?" the Commodore asked, referring to Kowloonese rice dumpling stuffed with shrimp and pork, wrapped in banana leaves.

Thaddeus nodded.  "And spiced cha as well," Kowloon pork and duck sausages, "and forty thousand bottles of ruou."  A very popular rice whiskey.  “Among other delicacies,” the Scorpion concluded with bitter shake of his head.

The Commodore smiled.  “Well, as it just so happens, I am very fond of Kowloon cuisine.  I think that you and I can come to some . . . equitable arrangement instead of going through the normal supply protocols.”

“I’ll transmit a manifest to you, Commodore . . .?”

“Perrin.  Johann Perrin.  In the meantime, Captain . . .?”

“Eisner.  Bob Eisner.”

“In the meantime, Captain Eisner, move your vessel to the designated parking orbit.  LCAF Odessa Zenith out.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” muttered Thaddeus.  “Aaron get us moving—do not move us too smartly, quiaff?”

“Aff.  We will look like a wallowing merchantmen, skipper.  Ah, Star Captain . . . we could jump out back out—our LF batteries have a full charge on standby.”

“Neg.  We need to make certain these ships are still here when the cavalry arrives.”

“The cavalry, sir?”

“Aff.  Warm up the HPG—I need to speak with Star Admiral Malthus.  His Emerald Talon Naval Star was at New Exford, last that I heard.”

The XO nodded and the techs jumped to the task.  He then crossed the bridge and stood beside his commander and whispered quietly.

“Should we not inform the Khan?”

“We will, but our orders are to provide intelligence and recon data to all of the Clans—orders from the ilKhan.”

“She is dead.”

“So she is—and our orders have not been changed, quineg?”

“Neg.”

“Four hundred Inner Sphere JumpShips, sitting vulnerable here—this is a priority target, Aaron.  Let’s see what Star Admiral Malthus can bring to the party.”

“Well, at least we will get a chance to use the guns,” Aaron said with a smile.

But Thaddeus shook his head.  “Neg.  We will high-tail it out of here to their emergency coordinates with the rest of this Fleet—and pass along their new coordinates to the Falcons and Sharks.  There is an old parable, Aaron that fits this situation.  Two bulls, one young and virile and strong, the second old and experienced stood upon a hill and looked down at their herd of fertile cows below.  The young bull turned to his elder and said let us run down there and couple with a pair of cows.  The elder shook his head and said, let us walk down there and couple with all of them.”  Thaddeus smiled a cold, cold smile.  “Today, we are going to couple with all of these Spheroids.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 05, 2012, 02:43:57 PM
Nice but one question wouldn't the HPG transmission be detected??
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 05, 2012, 03:20:40 PM
Nice but one question wouldn't the HPG transmission be detected??

Not sure if I have read anything which states HPG transmissions can be detected.  Can they?

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on August 05, 2012, 03:28:17 PM
Not to my knowledge but ask Wolfcannon he usually knows arcane information.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 05, 2012, 04:07:39 PM
CJFS Emerald Talon, Zenith Jump Point
New Exford, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
February 23, 3043


Star Admiral Adrian Malthus emerged onto the bridge of his flagship with his teeth bared in a snarl of pure joy.  “Put me through to Star Admiral Hawker!” he ordered as he sat down in his command chair.  As the Falcon officer waited for the connection, he pulled up a holographic image of the Zenith point.  Besides the four WarShips of his own Emerald Talon Naval Star, two more Falcon WarShips from the Turkina’s Pride Naval Star were present, performing a normal patrol of the front lines.  Both the frigate Kerensky’s Pride and the destroyer Emerald Tornado had completed recharging their KF drives—and had been scheduled to move out in a little more than three hours.  But not any longer, the Falcon thought with a sudden grin.

And added to the six WarShips now under his command, Star Admiral Hawker had his own Deep Hunter Naval Star present—the two rival officers had arranged a series of maneuvers to keep their edge now that the presence of Inner Sphere WarShips had been confirmed.  Lighter than the Emerald Talons, the Deep Hunters had a cruiser and four destroyers assigned to their ranks—but against these targets that would more than suffice.

The holographic image of Star Admiral Leslie Hawker appeared directly in front of Adrian.  “You rang?”

“CGSS Jenna Scott has reported from Odessa, Leslie.  The Steiners and Davions are assembling a Fleet of JumpShips at both the Zenith and Nadir points—a Fleet which they probably mean to use to transport an offensive against our Clans.”  He grinned broadly.  “I am taking my WarShips there to persuade them against such an operation—would you care to join me?”

The Shark frowned.  “Opposition?”

“Fighters and Assault DropShips—total number unknown at this time, the Scorpions spotted a minimum of forty-two assault ships and sixty fighters;” he shrugged.  “They probably have more they did not see.”

“Hitting defenseless JumpShips just seems so wrong,” whispered Hawker, and Adrian nodded his agreement.

“Aff.  But these JumpShips are going to deliver unto our worlds a counter-attack twice as strong as that which divest the Jaguars of half the worlds they conquered!  And I will not allow that to happen on my watch, not when I can avoid it.”

Hawker stared for a moment and then she simply said, “Seyla.  What are your intentions?”

Adrian laughed.  “Star Admiral Hawker, I aim to misbehave.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 05, 2012, 06:32:05 PM
Recharge Station Odessa-Zenith, Zenith Jump Point
Odessa, Lyran Commonwealth
February 23, 3043


Johann Perrin sighed as lifted the cover off of his lunch.  Prawns, sautéed in a rich sauce of butter and cream, artfully arranged upon a bed of perfectly cooked pasta.  He beamed a smile at the chef.  “Wonderful, Jacques, as always.  Magnificent, in fact.”

The enlisted man bowed slightly as he finished pouring the Commodore a glass of white wine.  Johann shook his head:  to believe that the LCAF had assigned that man as a maintenance technician!  Thank God Almighty, that I checked his background before he moved on!

Jacques took the silver cover in his hand and he stood at attention.  “Will the Commodore be needing anything else?”

“No, and thank you, Jacques,” Johann answered as lifted two forks and pried one prawn tail from the softened shell.  The chef bowed again and he exited the senior officers dining compartment—just as Johann’s executive officer entered.

“Oh, that smells wonderful,” he sighed.

“Get your own chef,” the Commodore said with a smile.  “Your family is wealthy enough.”

“True, true, but they do not like spending money on a wastrel like me who was gauche enough to join the Navy.”

Johann took a bite of the steaming hot, wonderfully seasoned prawn tail and he sighed again.  Chewing it—and enjoying every little sensation pouring over his taste buds before he swallowed.  “They would rather see you down in the mud and muck with the Army?”

“They would rather see me doing a real job making the family more money in the private sector.”

“Consider it a sacrifice you have made for your patriotism—besides, you are making contacts with many senior officers, all of whom have a say in future procurement.”

“Which is why Father has not yet disowned me,” the Exec said with a grin, as he stole of the Commodore’s rolls from the bread basket.

“Any problems this shift?”

“None—we did get that manifest from Buckland’s Belle and I think you are going to want to spend some of the Exchequer’s funds.”

“I am always willing to spend other people’s money on my comforts, Richard.”

“Speaking of the Belle, there are things about her records I am . . . antsy about.”

Johann looked up as he took a sip of wine.  “Oh, has she gone pirate on us a time or two?”

“Nothing like that—not on the record.  But she did vanish for quite a few years before turning up again back in 3040.  Now, she could have just been operating in other states—or the Periphery—but she didn’t file anything on her activities in the interim.”  The younger man shook his head.  “Maybe it is just my paranoia, but then she went and conducted a low-power KF drive test—her skipper claims it was to find a fault in the hyper-space translation initiator . . . but she put an awful lot of power through the system if it was just a test.”

The Commodore frowned as his second-in-command help out a printout filled with numbers and equations and graphs for Johann to take a look out.  Then the younger officer shrugged.  “Still, she powered down almost immediately after going live, so maybe it was just a test.  She’s done nothing since but sit in her assigned parking slot—and bitch about when she can expect your Commissary Officer to shuttle on over and inspect her DropShip’s cargo.”

Johann nearly choked on a mouthful of pasta as he saw the numbers, and began to cough and sputter, taking a deep swallow of wine to wash it down.  “When did she perform this test?”

“An hour ago,” Richard answered in surprise.  “Are you ok- . . .”

The Commodore stood and he lifted the phone from its cradle on the wall.  “CIC, this is the CO.  Set Condition One throughout the station and send all combat personnel to Red Alert—this is not a drill.  Spot the fighters for immediate launch.”

Alarms and sirens began to sound, and Richard Hoskins stood in amazement.  “What am I missing?”

“This is an HPG profile—Richard.  Not a test of the Kearny-Fuchida Drive.”

“Impossible, HPGs are planetary installations.  You cannot put them in a ship!”

“Wrong,” the Commodore answered bleakly as the phone buzzed before he could get to the hatch.  “ComStar—and the Clans—have found a way to do it.  It’s not something you’ve been briefed on—and I should have, I should have.  Perrin!” he snapped as he lifted the phone again.  And his face went white.  “On my way,” he answered and began to jog to the door, Richard right beside him.

“Clan WarShips are emerging from jump—just two so far, thank God,” Johann said bitterly.  “But two-thirds of the JumpShips are sitting in range!”

“Christ!” the exec blurted as the two leaped past the closing doors of a transit tube.  “Our fighters and DropShips . . .”

“Responding.  God, I have been caught with my pants down around my ankles.  Override destination, Perrin Able Golf Tango Two Four Sierra,” the Commodore said.  “CIC.”

“Acknowledged,” answered the computer and the lift capsule shot away.

Johann lifted the phone in the car.  “CIC, Perrin.  Order the JumpShips to head to emergency dispersal coordinates—NOW.”

Richard’s face went white.  “BELAY THAT ORDER!” he shouted, but the Commodore had already put the phone back in its cradle.

“What?”

“I uploaded the evacuation plan to Buckland’s Belle twenty minutes ago—as per standing orders, Sir.”

And Johann Perrin winced, even as the station rocked under impacts of capital scale weapons.  “Dear God,” he whispered.  “I’ve just sent them to die.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 05, 2012, 07:11:00 PM
Adrift in a Sea of Blood
Odessa, Lyran Commonwealth
. . . and somewhere in Deep Space
February 23, 3043


Just two Falcon WarShips jumped into the Zenith point—and two Shark WarShips at the Nadir.  Two cruisers, a frigate, and a destroyer arrived in the center of clouds of helpless JumpShips and began ejecting DropShips and aerospace fighters as their capital weapons began to savage the ill-armored and fragile life’s-blood of Inner Sphere commerce around them.  Some had no charge and were forced to sit there—others Jumped away to what they thought was safety.  Still others had commanders willing to risk everything and poured power like water into the Core trying for an emergency Jump and praying their ship held together.  And on CGSS Jenna Scott, Star Captain Arbuthnot transmitted the emergency coordinates to Star Admiral Malthus and Star Admiral Hawker just seconds before he jumped out to those same coordinates. 

In a matter of minutes, shattered broken hulks marked the Zenith and Nadir above and below Odessa.  The Lyran defenders were not the ablest of the LCAF, most of the pilots were green, just out of flight school—the crews of the AssaultShips little better.  Their bravery was unquestioned, however, as they drove in towards the Clan WarShips and died by the score.  But it was not all skewed in favor of the Clans—a Lyran Avenger kamikazed the Shark destroyer Tracy, sending her out of control to plunge into the Nadir recharge station . . . and the resulting explosion destroyed the station, the Shark destroyer, and twenty more JumpShips.

Some of the JumpShips at Odessa managed to get away—plotting their own emergence coordinates, but these amounted to less than one in ten.  The rest either jumped to the evacuation coordinates—or they died under guns of the surviving Clan WarShips.

Still, nearly three hundred Jumpers made it safely to the emergency rendezvous point—Buckland’s Belle among them.  And almost immediately thereafter, the rest of the Falcon and Shark WarShips under Star Admiral Malthus arrived as well.

To call it a fight would have been . . . inaccurate.  It was a slaughter as seven Clan WarShips and one Scorpion covert operations Ship blasted apart JumpShips until none were left.  It was a blood-feast with no quarter as the Clan Naval Warriors exacted their vengeance for Tukayyid and other disasters upon the men and women who manned the Inner Sphere vessels.  And when it was ended, when nothing remained but broken debris, the Clan ships recharged their drives and returned home.  And the empty space between the stars was left silent and dark once more, filled with the debris of ships and the corpses of man.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 05, 2012, 07:31:44 PM
Yikes, the Odessa Naval Massacre!
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 05, 2012, 08:53:25 PM
Clan Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 23, 3043


"This business will get out of control.  It will get out of control, and we will be lucky to live through it,” Nikolai said as he rubbed his temples.

Nelson Elam, his saKhan, frowned.  “While I cannot approve of Star Captain Arbuthnot’s blood-thirstiness in this . . . incident, he did manage to utterly derail any FedCom offensive against the Falcons and Sharks.”

Nikolai looked up at his saKhan and he shook his head.  “Sit down, Nelson.  The Inner Sphere regard their JumpShips as . . . well, as we regard our genetic repositories.  They came close to losing the ability to produce them in the First Succession War and because of that none of them attack them except under the direst of situations.  So far, Yvonne’s order to target their transports hasn’t yielded any major disruption of their ability to move troops and commerce—they lost some in Wave I, but they have also moved them out of the way for succeeding Waves.  For the most part.”

“But this?  By Kerensky’s Blood, Nelson, this will engage them to the point . . .” Nikolai paused and he looked his saKhan square in the eyes.  “This will cause as much of a fury in them as we would have if they used a thermonuclear weapon on the Master Genetic Repository on Strana Mechty.”

Nelson nodded slightly but he still frowned and Nikolai sighed.  He still did not understand.  “It is their unwritten rules of combat and they have to respond—they have to force us to quit shooting up their transports.”

“Why?  I mean, they fail to acknowledge or follow our rules or traditions of combat—why should we bother to conform to theirs?”

“Because they quite likely to open up their stocks of nuclear weapons in response to this; and then send us a message attached to a fifty-megaton bomb.”

“They would be willing to use nuclear weapons against their planets that we occupy?”

“It might well come to that, if we cannot stop this quickly.  But for the moment, I think they will restrict it to space.  They have to show us they will not be pushed in this area, not one millimeter more—and I think they are going to move to wipe out one, or more, of our Clan’s Naval Stars.”

Now Nelson started looking grim and Nikolai could see the light of understanding in the man’s eyes.  “And then we will escalate for their dezgra use of atomics and they will hit us again and it will ratchet up higher and higher . . .”

“Until all we are left with are spears tipped with flints fighting in a radioactive wasteland with no technology left—just myths and legends of our God-like ancestors who flew between the stars like birds.”

“So how do we stop it?” his saKhan asked.

Nikolai frowned and his mind ran through scenario after scenario.   At last he nodded.  “They have to draw blood—we cannot stop that; however, we might be able to channel our response with Amanda.”  Nikolai drummed his fingers on the desk.  “I want our most trusted personnel on duty in the HPG tonight—and take the recorders off-line.  I think it is past time that I and this First Lord spoke directly.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 05, 2012, 10:08:48 PM
ComStar First Circuit
Hilton Head, Terra
February 23, 3043


“Ah, good.  You had not yet boarded your ship for Tukayyid, I see,” the Primus said as Anastasius Focht and Gregory Zwick walked into the First Circuit.

“No, Primus—your messenger caught us before we left the compound.  He said this was an urgent matter.”  Focht replied.  The tall one-eyed, black-haired man no longer wore the robes of ComStar, but instead an exquisite suit of civilian clothing from one of the finest tailors on Terra—just as Fleet Admiral Gregory Zwick wore the uniform of an SLDF Admiral.

The Primus did not reply but instead nodded to the Adept standing by—an Adept who keyed in a sequence on the communications system and then left the chamber.  The lights dimmed and a holographic projection appeared—a real-time HPG transmission.  And the figure standing in that hologram was dressed in the uniform of Clan Goliath Scorpion—and he wore the insignia of a Khan.

“I am Anastasius Focht, First Lord of the Star League Reborn.  With me are Primus Michael York of ComStar and Fleet Admiral Gregory Zwick of the Star League Defense Force—and you must be Nikolai Djerassi of the Goliath Scorpions.”

“Aff, I am he and it is time that you and I spoke face-to-face, after a certain fashion.”

“Are you en route to Asta with your Clan, then?” asked Focht.

“Neg, there are . . . loose ends which need to be tied before I can depart—though that time draws near.  And it will not be my Clan alone which swears oath to the Star League and the First Lord.”

“Oh?”

“Clan Stone Lion will join us at the least—possibly one or two others as well.  But that is for later.  Earlier today, I received a report that Naval Forces of Clans Diamond Shark and Jade Falcon discovered that the Federated Commonwealth were assembling a large number of JumpShips at Odessa—they moved to attack . . . after discovering the coordinates of your dispersal locations.  My initial reports indicate that they destroyed approximately three hundred and twenty of your JumpShips.”

“My God!” whispered Gregory in shock.  “Does Hanse Davion know?”

The Primus shook his head.  “No reports have reached him or Melissa yet—I have checked with the intervening stations.”

The First Lord only stared at the image before him and his blood burned with hate at that casual relaxed manner in which this . . . this person reported such a catastrophe.  “You realize that they will respond—and not in a restrained manner?”

“Aff.  And I urge you to help me put a stop to the escalation before it spirals out of control.”

“How?” Anastasius snapped.

“By destroying the Fleet of Clan Snow Raven in retaliation—and killing their Khan.”

“What?” blurted Gregory.  “The Ravens weren’t involved, why would we . . .” his voice trailed off as Nikolai raised his hand.

“I do not have much time here.  You could respond tit-for-tat with the Sharks and Falcons, or you can stand the Clans on their heels by defeating the Snow Ravens in response—and show every Khan that any of us are a target and responsible for the actions of our brothers and our Warriors.  Destroy the Raven Fleet—the finest in the Clan touman—and you will make the others stand back at something they have never done.  Kill Peter McKenna and every Khan will know that he may well suffer a very personal response to such an attack.  In three weeks, Khan McKenna will review his Naval forces at the Zenith point of Blair Atholl.  He will have with him fifteen ships—including two Potemkin-class bearing troops and equipment from the Homeworlds.  The rest of his forces will consist of a McKenna-class battleship, a Conqueror-class battle cruiser, two Sovetskii Soyuz-class cruisers, a Congress-class frigate, three Lola III-class destroyers, an Essex-class destroyer, a Whirlwind-class destroyer, a York-class carrier, and a Volga-class transport.”

“You will have to use nuclear-tipped anti-ship missiles to carry off this attack, and you must do your best to destroy ALL of those ships.  And then, you must—this is absolutely vital—you must broadcast to the ilKhan your reasons why you made this attack.  You must tell her that any further attack on either civilian or military JumpShips will result in further action against the Fleets of the Clans.  You must insure her that you will not use such weapons against Clan troops on a planetary surface, or against civilians—and that you are only using them in space in response to this atrocity at Odessa.  You have to convince her—First Lord Focht—that you mean every word that you say and that you are willing to do this.”

“And then, you will offer her a solution.  The Clans refrain from attacking your JumpShips—though your DropShips will remain legitimate targets—and foreswear the use of orbital bombardment against worlds that they assault and in exchange you will not authorize further attacks in the name of the Star League.  This attack has to come from the Star League—not Hanse Davion or Melissa Steiner-Davion—but from you.”

“To assist you, I am transmitting full technical specifications on the ships in question—but this is your one chance to end this escalation before it can begin.”

Focht nodded.  “And if Hanse and Melissa are not satisfied with that?”

“Then tell them that instead of sending back to the Clans the three hundred and thirty JumpShips I have stolen to move my civilians to the Inner Sphere, I will sacrifice my own honor and turn the ships over to them.  Ships with Lithium-Fusion batteries and HPGs!  Including fifty Monoliths.  If we cannot stop this now, it will spiral out of control and we will all suffer.”

“You and your Clans would be destroyed, if it did—and most of the Inner Sphere would survive,” Focht pointed out.

“As would the Homeworlds and the next time they came it would be Armageddon.”

The First Lord did not move for several moments, only stared at the Scorpion’s eyes and then at last he nodded.  “When will we speak again?”

“Not until after I have left the Clans—I cannot risk making a second transmission.  If this one has been overheard, my Clan may not survive.  Emerge victorious, First Lord, and let us put an end to this war.”

And with that, the transmission flickered to a halt.

“DAMN!” whispered Gregory.  “He wants us to attack his own people—with nukes!”

“He wants us to kill a man he considers a brother—according to Jaime Wolf’s briefing on the Khans.  He and Peter McKenna are friends, and still he offers us this,” mused the Primus.

Anastasius Focht shook his head.  “We will watch this Scorpion closely—he is a man that is willing to do anything for what he believes, without remorse or sorrow at what he feels must be done . . . there is no more dangerous creature in all of creation.”

“And this attack he wants at Blair Atholl?  What are your orders, First Lord?” asked Gregory.

“Kill them all, Fleet Admiral Zwick—kill them all.  For now, I think the Primus and I had best convey the news to Hanse Davion—after we make certain Melissa has medics in the room.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 06, 2012, 02:00:08 PM
Clan Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 25, 3043


Mark Steiner shook his head rather violently.  “This is the Star League we are talking about, Marius!  The Star League is what we are fighting?  My God, what would Aleksandyr Kerensky say?”

The Khan of the Nova Cats just frowned.  “It is a false Star League, Khan Steiner!  They have not united for the betterment of mankind, they united out of fear—fear of our righteous anger at how they have squandered the Paradise our ancestors left.  How many worlds have they rendered lifeless?  How far have they fallen?”

“And yet,” said Nikolai quietly, “they have united, Khan West.  They have united and they have defeated us—all of us—on Tukayyid.  We stand on the precipice of the abyss; one slip and we shall all pass away into eternal night.”

The Nova Cat frowned.  “Was this revealed to you through a necrosia vision?”

“Neg.  I have tasted necrosia but twice in my lifetime—when I first became a Warrior and again when I received my Blood Name.  What of your own visions?”

Marius looked troubled and he exchanged a glance with his saKhan Linda Devereaux.  “The Clans do not believe our visions.”

“I would like to hear of them, regardless,” said Nikolai, giving Natasha a stern look as she started to shake her head, and the Stone Lion Khan subsided.

Marius stared at Nikolai for a moment and then he nodded.  “All of our visions—the Khans, the Loremaster, the Visionmasters who have in the past seen clearly—all of them are . . . clouded.  We see the Clans in the midst of a thundering storm, without shelter from the wind, rain, and lightning.  Some visions then reveal that when the storm passes, only the skeletons of our totems are left in the wake—others that we stand divided against our selves . . . the unity broken and darkness rising behind us.  None have yet shown a path through the storm—all lead to death.”

Nikolai nodded gravely.  “A powerful vision indeed.  And it is one that the others will dismiss.”

“But not you?” asked Marius ironically.  “For a Scorpion, you do not seem to believe in visions and prophecies.”

“I believe that we may have glimpses of a future to come, but that the present is what we make of it—through our own efforts.  After all, God helps those who help themselves.”

The Cobra Khan and saKhan twitched slightly—as Nikolai had never expressed publically any belief in the God of their Cloisters.  But neither said a word.

“Why do you want my views on this False League anyway, Nikolai?  Surely you did not call us here to speak of philosophy,” Marius asked.

“No, I did not,” and the Scorpion gave a slight negative shake of his head at Natasha who nodded in reply.  “I know that the Cats have suffered greatly in this invasion—and I have ninety spare OmniMechs in my caches on Memmingen that lack Warriors to pilot them.  You managed to recover many injured Warriors from the debacle on Tukayyid—but lost their OmniMechs.  To strengthen the Clans, I will give you these OmniMechs, Khan West.”

The Cats sat back.  “And in exchange?  What is it that you desire?”

“They are a gift, Khan West.  “Take them freely, and rebuild your strength in honor—and know that although we may stand opposed on many issues, that we Scorpions are not your enemies.”

Marius got a far-away look in his eyes and he drew in a sudden and rapid breath; his face turned pale and then he shook his head.  His shoulders slumped as his eyes cleared.  “You walk a path that the Cats cannot follow, Nikolai.  I can only hope that your endeavor will prosper.”  He stood.  “Come saKhan—let us leave our host so that he may speak frankly with his other guests—for your gift I thank you . . . and in return I shall speak no more of what I have seen.”

Nikolai stood and he nodded.  “May you live out the rest of your life with honor, Khan West.”

“And may you find what you Seek, Khan Djerassi,” Marius replied and then the Cats left.

Leonard Eaker, the Cobra saKhan looked up in puzzlement.  “I get the feeling we are talking on multiple levels here—what exactly are you proposing that would have the Cats react like that?”

Mark Steiner leaned forward, “Be still, saKhan.  Nikolai believes that our destiny lies in serving the Star League, quiaff?”

“Aff.”

Aidan Pryde and Nelson Elam and Natasha Kerensky also answered from their seats around the roaring fireplace in Nikolai’s office.  And Leonard looked as if an Elemental had just punched him in the belly.

“Merciful Allah,” he whispered.  “Join the Star League?  The others will rip you apart—they will tear all of us apart for even speaking such sedition!”

“The Clans are last descendants of the Star League Defense Forces . . . we came here to reform the Star League,” Nikolai said.  “Well, it has reformed . . . albeit not in the manner which we anticipated.  And we are faced with a choice:  do we live up to our beliefs—as Wardens, as followers of the Great Father and the Founders—and serve the Star League once more or do we attempt to conqueror the Inner Sphere as Crusaders and rule over them as Warlords and Despots in the same manner as Stefan Amaris?”

“Khan Steiner, the Cobras are the smallest of all the surviving Clans of Kerensky.  saKhan Eaker, what will happen if we are forced from the Inner Sphere?  Do you believe that the Jaguars and the Falcons and the Vipers or even the Adders will not seek to absorb you and add your strength to their own?  Will eliminating a Warden voice?” Natasha asked.

“The Adders are our allies,” protested Leonard, but Mark Steiner nodded.  “And they are pragmatic, my friend,” he said.  “They will do what is best for their Clan—and if that means they must absorb us to keep our assets from the hands of the Jaguars or Falcons or Vipers or Spirits, they will do so.”

Nikolai nodded.  “You have eleven Clusters here—and a mere eight left in the Homeworlds.  Your forces here, now, are barely at fifty percent strength.  Your Clan is in imminent jeopardy if the Star League forces us to either halt or retreat—and we lack the strength to move forward.  But what if there was another way?  What if, by living up to the beliefs that you profess, you can preserve your Clan, your various faiths, by serving under the aegis of a Star League that enshrines the freedom of religion?”

Mark frowned.  “Do they?  I have not yet seen a charter of this Star League Reborn, have you, Khan Djerassi?” and then his shoulders slumped again.  “However, your words make sense even so.  I know you seek to use our belief and our faith against us—do not do so.  Say what you want plainly—and we will answer.”

The Scorpion nodded at the defiant Cobra and he smiled.  “Cards on the table?  I am leading my Scorpions into the service of the Star League—they have agreed to give up seven worlds that were once part of the Terran Hegemony . . . worlds that will now serve as the home of the True Clans of Kerensky.  The Stone Lions are with me—and I have pulled every last ship, OmniMech, aerospace fighter, tank, and infantryman my Clan possesses from the Homeworlds, along with a few million civilians.  They are currently en route . . . and are the reason we are suffering communications difficulties at this very moment.”

Mark sighed and he nodded, but Leonard stood, his mouth agape.  “And we will have to sacrifice those of our Warriors in the Homeworlds, then—the other Clans will Annihilate them in pursuit of revenge!”

“Neg.  I have an . . . alternative HPG rely network.  One that can be used just once.  I will share my civilians with you—and the Stone Lions—and we will have sizeable populations already on these planets that will fall under our rule.  My ships bear a copy of the Master Genetic Repository—so your scientists will continue to be able to improve upon your legacies.  If you choose to join us, you need only pass the order for your second-line forces, your WarShips, your sibkos, and the most vital of your civilians to join us.  It will be months yet before the Homeworlds discover what we have done.”

“How long have you planned for this?”

“It is . . . contingency which I have had for a long time now.  Mark,” Nikolai said frankly as he leaned forward and looked the Cobra square in the eyes, “you know well how much the other Clans deride the faiths that your Cloisters profess.”  He held up a hand and shook his head.  “I am not trying to play you or your religion, just pointing out a fact.  Your current weakness makes the others hungry and in one stroke by Absorbing the Cobras they can depose a Warden Clan, eliminate religion from your society, and strengthen their own touman.  It will happen—and Marion Truscott is liable to do it if he even thinks that the Falcons or Jaguars could use your strength and your Warriors to bulk up their own toumans.”

“I give you a chance to save your Clan and fufill your destiny—and mine.  Once more will the children of the Star League Defense Force serve the Star League.  Once more will be the numbers of our Clusters—drawn from the Divisions of the SLDF—be honored on Terra.  What do you say?”

Mark Steiner sat back and he sighed.  And then he nodded.  “It is the only road open, quiaff?”

“We will be considered traitors!” whispered Leonard Eaker.

“Treason doth never prosper:  what is the reason?  Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason,” Nikolai answered simply.

But Leonard snorted.  “Pretty words—our fellow Clans will call it treason regardless.  They will cast us out and mark us for execution.”

Mark Steiner shook his head.  “Perhaps.  But have we a choice, Leonard?  Is there another way to preserve our Clan—and our Cloisters—within the unity?  And if we do so by declaring this . . . Star League Reborn false, then what does that say of the principles that we claim to hold so dear?  We will be saying that we fear death and imprisonment and torture and we shall be like Peter and deny Christ three times before the cock crows.”

Leonard sat down suddenly.  “How has it come to this?  Is there no other way?”

“None which I can see,” said Nikolai.  “I am committed—my Clan is committed—to this course of action.  But you must make your own decision—will the Cloud Cobras live to serve the Star League Reborn, or will you remain a Clan of the Homeworlds and perish?”

Neither man said a word for nearly three full minutes, but at last Mark Steiner nodded.  “We are with you.  If you would set up that alternate comm rely—I have some orders that need to be passed.”

Natasha smiled.  "I will join you in the comm center.  I need to pass orders to my Stone Lions . . . and I think I will put my Potemkin under your command to help in this movement.  I want it back, once you get to the Inner Sphere, though."

"That would help us much," Mark said with a firm nod.

Nikolai let out a sigh of relief.  “Then I shall show to the com center at once, Khan Steiner.  And I believe that both the First Lord of the Star League and Melissa Steiner-Davion will be very interested in speaking with you.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Knightmare on August 06, 2012, 06:10:16 PM
"This business will get out of control.  It will get out of control, and we will be lucky to live through it,” Nikolai said as he rubbed his temples.

Really? The Hunt for Red October?...

Man, you've pulled every military cliche in the book writing this thing.

Funny.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 06, 2012, 09:33:06 PM
Shuttle SR-001, Zenith Jump Point
Blair Atholl, Clan Snow Raven Occupation Zone
March 16, 3044


Peter McKenna scrolled down to the next page of reports that he was reading as his shuttle craft transferred him between his Flagship and the next vessel on the inspection agenda for today.  And then he frowned as shuttle began to accelerate and pull high-G evasive maneuvers.

“Pilot Malachi, wh-. . .”

“We are under attack, my Khan,” the pilot answered quickly.  “Twenty-eight SLDF WarShips have just jumped into the system and are launching missiles.”

Peter jerked and he looked out of the porthole next to his seat just in time to see the salvo of capital missiles bore in on his flagship—his namesake, the battleship James McKenna, the very first of her class.  A ship that had lived through the Amaris Coup and the Liberation of Terra and bleak years of the Exodus Fleet, and the Pentagon Civil War, and all of the many years of the Clans since.  And his face went white as he felt the warmth of the thermonuclear explosions on his cheeks, even at this distance and the mighty battleship shattered into a million pieces of debris.

Then the Khan was pushed back into his seat by the force of the shuttle’s acceleration and he heard the pilots shouting about fights on their six—and that was the last thing Peter McKenna would ever hear again.


Field Headquarters of the ilKhan, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
March 16, 3044


Amanda Tseng watched as the face and body of her enemy assembled from photons of light in the holographic display.  Anastasius Focht bowed politely, but his face was hard—he had lost an eye in battle and a black patch adorned with a silver Cameron Star covered the injury.  She was certain it was a deliberate insult.

“I am Anastasius Focht, First Lord of the Star League.  And you are?”

“Amanda Tseng, ilKhan of the Clans of Kerensky.  I dispute your claim to the Throne of Ian Cameron, Anastasius Focht.”

“Frankly my dear, We do not give a damn whether or not you recognize Our station—the Lords of the Great Houses of the Inner Sphere have, all five of them.  The Primus of ComStar has.  And while they have not joined the Star League, the leaders of the Outworlds Alliance, the Magistracy of Canopus, and the Taurian Concordat have sent their ambassadors to the Court of the Star League in Unity City.  We neither expect nor do We need your recognition of the station which We have been honored to assume.”

Amanda’s nostrils flared, but she held down her growing anger.  “Then for what reason, pray tell, did you request this meeting?”

“On February 23rd of this year, Clan forces attacked a Fleet of JumpShips at the Zenith and Nadir points of Odessa.  They pursued the ships and massacred them and their crews despite the fact that three quarters of them were civilians—and all of them were unarmed.  Since your Invasion began, you have shown no regard for the sanctity of Our interstellar commerce; the Clans have seized JumpShips—which, while this angers Us, is permitted under the Laws of War.  You have also destroyed some of those ships—which is NOT legal under the Laws of War.  We have, until now, been patient; that patience is now exhausted.”

Amanda began to interrupt, “We do not recog-. . .”

“WE ARE NOT FINISHED!” thundered Focht and the ilKhan could see the seething anger in his eye for the first time.  The First Lord of the Star League Reborn visibly collected himself and he nodded and continued in a calmer voice.  “We will allow atrocities such as this to occur no more.  Two hours ago, We received confirmation from the Star League Defense Force Fleet that the Fleet of Clan Snow Raven in the Blair Atholl system was annihilated in retaliation for your attack upon our JumpShips at Odessa.  We, the First Lord of the Star League Reborn, authorized the use of nuclear anti-ship missiles in deep space to ensure that not ONE of your spacers—be they civilian or Warrior castes survived.  None did.”

Amanda jerked in horror and her jaw dropped.

“Any future such attack upon our JumpShips—unarmed vessels for transport only—will receive the same response . . . and regardless of the Clan involved in the incident, We will target the ships of Clan Ghost Bear.  And following that, the Diamond Sharks.  And the Star Adders.  And the Jade Falcons.  Until either We run out of JumpShips or nuclear missiles or you run out of WarShips.  There are 30,000 JumpShips in service in the Inner Sphere, ilKhan Tseng—how many WarShips are you willing to trade for them?”

She swayed on her feet, but before she could respond, Focht pressed forward.  “Or, against Our better instincts, We are willing to consider the slate now even.  However, if so much as ONE of Our JumpShips is molested in the future, if your WarShips engage Our transport DropShips carrying troops, then We will retaliate against you.  And rest assured, We have far more nuclear warheads than you have WarShips—and We can build additional ones far faster than you can replace a single Corvette!”

“We will abstain from using these weapons on your troops on the surface of planets, ilKhan—but be warned, We will use them in space if you violate Our Laws of War again.  We did not ask for this War; you chose to Invade Us.  And you will find, to your horror, that this Invasion has served as the reason for Us to reunite the Star League of our Fore Fathers.  As you have sown, so shall you reap.”

And before Amanda could say a single word, the transmission ended.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 06, 2012, 09:47:59 PM
And that is the way it is.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 07, 2012, 11:31:46 AM
Reposting all four of Blacknova's PDF maps here for easy access.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on August 07, 2012, 01:27:43 PM
Isn't the fight a bit too much one sided?
Can the Warships jump from a pirate point and immediately fire their missiles before anyone could fire at them?
Are all the Snow Raven Warships side-by-side?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 07, 2012, 04:04:16 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 24, 3044


“You want my advice?” asked Nikolai after he took a sip of whiskey, reflecting upon the playback that Amanda Tseng had just finished showing him.

“That is why I summoned you here, quiaff?” She said quietly.

Nikolai sat up in his seat.  “Follow your instincts, Ghost Bear,” he said solemnly.  “Your Clan has a deserved reputation for caution, for not rushing in where angels fear to tread.  That is not a quality that detracts from the Ghost Bears—it is one that other Clans and Khans should take as an example.  At the moment, we are poised in a stalemate.  The Clans cannot withdraw, they cannot attack, and they must defend the systems they have taken.  At the same time, this atrocity at Odessa—as loathsome as it is with the massacre of civilians—has deprived the Lyran Commonwealth and the Federated Suns of the means to quickly attack you.  Jaime Wolf needs time to recover his strength—and the Draconis Combine has been bled white.”

He smiled grimly at his closest friend among the Khans of Kerensky and he shook his head.  “So be a Ghost Bear tomorrow.  The winter is upon us and it is time to retire to our dens and hibernate—to recover our strength.  Make them realize that the conclusion of this Invasion they wanted cannot be attained—and formally recognize the legitimacy of the Star League Reborn.”

He paused as Amanda gasped as though she was in pain.  “I know.  It is a hard thing, is it not?  But we cannot deny the truth—this Star League has as much, or as little, legitimacy as that of Ian Cameron.  And having done that, request a conference to hammer out a treaty between the Clans and the Star League—or failing an official peace treaty, an armistice or a truce.  Make them—our fellow Khans—accept it, and whether it is a permanent treaty or a truce that expires in a decade, use that time wisely to fortify these worlds and build up your strength, so when—not if, but when—this War starts anew, the Clans have a chance of survival.  Which means devoting industry back home to producing more surface to orbit weapons and constructing batteries on the surface of our planets—or copying those defense satellites that the Kuritas used so infuriatingly at Luthien to stymie the Jaguars.  Or both.”

“If you can force Focht and Davion and Steiner and Kurita to give you ten years, fifteen would be better, and you spend that time wisely—NO conceivable force will serve to remove you from the territories you have won.  And you will have to reduce the garrisons in the Homeworlds to the barest minimum—bringing forward nearly all of our fighting touman.  Leaving just garrison Clusters and perhaps a Galaxy per Clan of second-line forces to hold our worlds there.  The Clans must transition to become part of the Inner Sphere once again; we cannot and must not remain outsiders.”

“All but abandon our Homeworlds, Nikolai?”

“These worlds, these two hundred and thirty-one worlds that we have conquered in the name in the Clans comprise just a tenth that of the Star League Reborn, Amanda Tseng.  One tenth the number of worlds they hold.  Less than a tenth of the population and industry they are capable of.  But it is still five times what we hold in the Kerensky Cluster, the Pentagon, and the Tanite worlds combined.  With twenty times the population and an industrial capacity—not realized, squandered, but there beneath the surface for anyone with vision to see—a potential industrial capacity such as we could only dream of back home.  The bounty of these worlds in resources—the ability to live without having to terra-form, the existence of clean water to drink; how many of our people in the Homeworlds would kill for this?”

“These worlds are the future of the Clans, ilKhan and Ghost Bear.  You are in Paradise, although Terra remains out of your grasp—for now.  What now happens in this, your Garden of Eden, is up to you, Amanda.  Will you see the Clans cast out by force—because if there is no treaty, the Star League will be ready in as little as three, perhaps four years time?  Or will you bring the War to an end—and give your people a Home?”

Nikolai stood.  “That is my advice Ghost Bear—be a Ghost Bear in truth on the morrow.  Victory does not always come from the barrel of a gun . . . sometimes, victory and triumph are overlooked in the shadow of what we have not yet accomplished.  But I ask of you, by any reasonable appraisal and analysis, is not what the Clans now hold worthy of being called a victory?

“Be a Ghost Bear, ilKhan.  And save your Clans.”

Nikolai finished his whiskey, and he came to attention and saluted Amanda smartly, before pivoting on his heel and leaving her office.  Alone with her thoughts as she considered deeply his words.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 07, 2012, 04:56:27 PM
Goliath Scorpion Field Headquarters, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 24, 3044


Nelson Elam, Natasha Kerensky, Aidan Pryde, Mark Steiner, and Leonard Eaker stood, glasses in hand, as Nikolai raised his own crystal tumbler, and recited from memory.  “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Star League!”

“THE LEAGUE!”

“I give you the First Lord!”

“THE FIRST LORD!”

“And the Star League Defense Force.  Long may it defend with honor, strive for justice, and keep the peace.”

“SEYLA!”

All six drained their glasses and threw them into the fireplace.

Nikolai met their eyes calmly.  “Operation Destiny is hereby authorized—pass the word, your forces are in place and will lift immediately after the start of the Grand Kurultai.”

Mark Steiner frowned.  “The start?  Nikolai, we will be missed.”

“Neg.  You will attend electronically—from the bridges of your flagships.  I will remain in person.”

Each of the others jerked and Natasha shook her head.  “Nikolai, what are you talking about?  This was not part of the plan.”

“I know.  But I must be there for the Council of Khans tomorrow.  There is one last duty that I must perform to ensure that our Clans—all of the Clans—survive.  And I cannot perform that duty via a hologram.”

Nelson nodded slowly and then he whispered, “They will kill you, my Khan.”

“Death is lighter than a feather, but duty is heavier than the mountains.  Lead my Scorpions well, Nelson—and live your life in a manner that would make Aleksandyr Kerensky himself proud to call you one of his Chosen Few.  Natasha Kerensky—you are the elder amongst us.  I hereby charge you to take command of this Operation.  Jaime Wolf trusts you in a manner that he does not trust me—with you at the head of Operation Destiny, it is more likely by far that our three Clans will survive.”

Natasha nodded and she held out her hand.  “Nikolai—it has been a rare honor to know you.  Take some of your enemies down into Hell with you before you go tomorrow.”

“You can rest assured of that, Khan Kerensky.”

“God be with you, Khan Djerassi,” added Mark.  “I will pray for you—and for success for our Clans.”

“I welcome the spiritual aid—perhaps He might send his angels to save me from the fire,” Nikolai said with a laugh.

“Somehow, I doubt that, Khan Djerassi—but I will pray for you this very night and on the morrow as well, regardless.”

One by one, the Khans filed out of the office, until only Nelson was left.  “There are no battles left to fight here, Nikolai,” the junior Khan said quietly.  “You do not have to do this.”

“Yes.  Yes, I do, Nelson.  And there is a battle shaping up for the Council tomorrow—one which I must steer to the end so that our trothkin who remain might survive as well.  Has the navigational data to the Exodus Road been purged from all ships?”

“Aff, my Khan.  Scorpion, Lion, and Cobra—those within the Inner Sphere at least.  The others will do so once they complete their voyage.”

“Good.  The Scorpions are yours now—lead them well, Nelson Elam.  Lead them home.  And for my final order . . . once the Grand Kurultai has opened its doors, transmit to the ilKhan my final address to the Council.  She will make it public.”

“Aff, my Khan.”

And Nelson turned on his heel and left Nikolai alone in an empty building, the Last Scorpion to remain on Memmingen.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 07, 2012, 08:56:52 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 25, 3044


The utter destruction of the Raven Fleet at Blair Atholl—and the death of Khan McKenna—had been every bit as shocking as Nikolai had hoped.  The assembled Khans were sober, some were . . . well, they were frightened, although any accusing them of such would have been slain in an instant.  They remained frightened, however, and the haughty nature of the Khans had drained from the chamber like the atmosphere from an airlock opened to space.

Amanda stood on the dais below and she confirmed the report again with a swift nod of her head.  “We have gone as far as we can go at this time, my Khans,” she said into the stillness quietly.  “For the good of the Clans as a whole—Operation Revival is now ended.”

A low moan came up from the Khans, but the ilKhan steeled her face. “I will contact First Lord Focht at the conclusion of this meeting, and request a conference to hammer out the terms of a treaty between us and the Star League.”

The assembled Khans blinked once, and then twice, and then a dozen or more were on their feet yelling.  “IT IS THE ONLY WAY!” thundered back the ilKhan, and the Khans slowly subsided, but many remained standing in defiance.  “We must see to our defenses and seek terms to end this War before we lose everything we have gained.  If we do not, our new resources and population and industries and worlds on which to expand will mean nothing.  All of our losses will have been in vain.  And it will be a century before we can once again assemble the strength to come back,” she finished flatly.

“Khan Howell, do you think a century will pass before this new Star League finds us?  Khan Black do you not realize that our HPG relay chain was deliberately severed?  On our side of the vast gulf between us and the Homeworlds?  That is why communications are down—Star League scouts could even now be spreading out and searching for our Homeworlds.  We must keep their attention here; we must remain here, and to do that—we must, for now, have peace.”

The Khan of the Blood Spirits, Helen Schmidt rose to her feet.  “You are ilKhan—you are neither dictator nor First Lord.  I demand a vote.”

“And then a vote you shall have,” Amanda said.  She sat and Loremaster of the Clans Charles Bragg stood in her place.

“The question is thus:  will the Clans of Kerensky end this Invasion and seek a peace treaty with the Star League?  A vote of aye will support the ilKhan’s plan—a vote of nay will oppose it.  Clan Blood Spirit?”

Helen Schmidt stood.  “We both vote nay, Loremaster,” her saKhan James Carmichael staring sullenly at the ilKhan with a furious expression.

“Clan Cloud Cobra?”

The electronic image of Mark Steiner and Leonard Eaker flickered and they exchanged a few words.  “Two votes for aye—it is the only sane proposal.”

“Clan Coyote?”

Pavel Kerensky and his saKhan Simon Kufahl—a well known Crusader—argued for a moment.  Then he sadly turned to face the ilKhan.  “The Coyotes are divided today.  One Aye and one nay.”

“Clan Diamond Shark?”

Olivia Sutherland stood and her face was ashen.  “The Sharks cannot and will not accept our treating with this False Star League as equals.  Nay, Loremaster—twice.”  Her saKhan Peter Hammond hung his head and refused to meet Amanda’s eyes.

“Clan Ghost Bear?”

Grace Kabrinski stood and she stood proud.  “Loremaster, both I and saKhan Erik Jorgensson vote aye and we stand with our ilKhan.”

“Clan Goliath Scorpion?”

Nikolai stood and he bowed deeply.  “Aye, Loremaster.  The guns should fall silent so that we might rebuild.”  And the image of Nelson beside him nodded his own assent.

“Clan Hell’s Horses?”

Jake Fletcher rose to his feet.  “We have sacrificed too much—lost too many good Warriors to surrender now!  saKhan Raphael Mendoza and I both vote Nay.”

“Clan Ice Hellion?”

“Need you ask, Loremaster?” said Emma Drake with a slight smile, as Robert Taney barked out a single note of a laugh.  “Nay and Nay.”

“Clan Jade Falcon?”

Martha Pryde and Michael von Jankmon conferred for a moment and then she stood.  “They are as exhausted as we—and I cannot believe that they would carry through with this threat.  The Falcons vote Nay in unanimity.”

“Clan Nova Cat?”

Marius West rose and he gazed across the assembly—stopping at Nikolai and he nodded.  “We agree with the ilKhan—but our vision requires that we oppose this.”

“Clan Smoke Jaguar?”

Brandon Howell stood.  “A temporary halt, yes.  We must.  Negotiating with the False Star League—NAY.  Two nays, ilKhan.”  Sarah Weaver did not move, but her face showed complete agreement with her Khan.

“Clan Snow Raven?”

An anguished Joan McKenzie stood alone, Peter McKenna’s empty seat beside her.  “NAY.  Not while those who used atomic weapons on my Khan live!”

“Clan Star Adder?”

Marion Truscott arose, and his face twisted.  “ilKhan, I cannot agree with you.  Were I this Focht, I would not give us time to breath—he will use this negotiations as a ploy and destroy us when we are most vulnerable.  saKhan N’Buta and I vote nay.”

“Clan Steel Viper?”

Thomas Black and Paul Masters did not confer, but then they did not need too.  “NAY!” the Khan hissed so sibilantly it sounded like his totem.

“Clan Stone Lion?”

“Aidan Pryde and I vote Aye, Loremaster,” the image of Natasha Kerensky said sadly.  “And I wish I were there in person.”

“Clan Wolf?”

Ulric Kerensky stood, Marianne Vickers at his side.  “We vote Aye.”

“Then by a vote of 13 Ayes and 18 Nays, the motion fails to carry and ilKhan’s proposal is . . .”

“HOLD!” barked Nikolai Djerassi as he stood, casting aside the scorpion mask he wore to the center of the well.  “I demand a Trial of Refusal—and bid myself and myself alone!”

Every Khan’s head snapped around to stare at Nikolai, some smiling in appreciation and others in shock and anger.

“Khan Djerassi, the odds against you are 1.81 to 1, which under the Martial Code since a single Point is fighting this trial—is made 2 to 1 against.  And by demanding a Trial of Refusal on a matter that affects the Clans as a whole, one in which your Clan held an equal and binding vote, I hereby declare as the Loremaster of the Clans, by my right under Article XIV, Section Seven, Clause Three of the Marital Code of Nicholas Kerensky that such a Trial of Refusal is against the interest of the Clans—and increase the odds accordingly to a value of 3 to 1 against,” the Ice Hellion Loremaster said with a smile.

“So be it.”

Marion Truscott took a step forward.  "Loremaster, 14-7-3 has not been invoked in more than century!  And it dealt with a third-party Clan intervening in a dispute between two other Clans!  It has not been used since!"

Charles Bragg shrugged.  "I am the Loremaster of the Clans . . . my rulings on the Martial Code cannot be questioned, nor can they be made the subject of a Trial of Refusal, as you well know."

"And you should know that I will demand of you a Trial of Grievance for your abuse of power here today . . . and that I will kill you."

Nikolai smiled.  "Calmly, Marion," he said.  "Three to one odds are fine with me."

Amanda stood.  “We will set a time and location for this trial and recon- . . .”

“Begging the ilKhan’s pardon—but there is no time like the present and no better location than here, before witnesses that none can dispute.  Unless those who voted Nay refuse to face me?  And thus forfeit their vote!”

Emma Drake shook her head in barely controlled fury.  “Neg, Scorpion.  None here refuse to face you—none here lack the honor to kill you.  But it is to the challenged to choose the means of combat.”

“’Mechs, unarmed, melee weapons, it matters not to me, Ice Hellion.  Choose your weapons and let us resolve this now!”

Marion Truscott stood a third time . . . and he shook his head.  “May we have a short recess to decide which Khans will face Khan Djerassi and the manner of our combat?” he asked the ilKhan.

“So granted!” Amanda said as she slammed down the gavel.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 07, 2012, 10:31:18 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 25, 3044


“ilKhan,” Marion Truscott said.  “We have decided to accept Khan Djerassi’s challenge—here and now; augmented only with a melee weapon worn to the Grand Kurultai.”

Amanda nodded gravely.  “And whom shall defend the decision?”

“Khan Thomas Black, Khan Brandon Howell, and Khan Jake Fletcher,” the Adder replied with a slight bow.  All three nodded one by one at the ilKhan and Amanda sighed.

“So be it.  As befitting my station as ilKhan, I have undertaken recently to study in detail the precedents and regulations concerning this office.  Therefore, I hereby invoke my privilege, in the case of Trials between Khans, to set the terms and conditions of said Trials.  The odds are three-to-one, but the combat will be sequential, not simultaneous.  There are no appeals.”

She glared at the Loremaster, but Bragg did not say a word.

“Khan Djerassi, are you prepared?”

“Aff.”

“And the defending Khans?”

“Aff, my Khan,” answered Marion.  “In sequence it will be Khan Black, Khan Howell, and Khan Fletcher.”

“Then we shall reassemble on the Quad, where the Khans of the Clans of Kerensky will form a Circle of Equals with the Ebon Keshik—a circle into which four Khans will enter . . . and at least one will die.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on August 07, 2012, 10:52:34 PM
I'm rather curious about the Sharks vote. You haven't presented very much of a view of them at all, and the vote seems quite at odds with many of the important aspects of their specific sub-culture.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on August 07, 2012, 11:10:41 PM
i would agree with DM there, they seem a little to pro-Falcon, especially so without Ian Hawker being present, as his was the driving force in the canon accommodation.  I would have thought they would see a general peace as thier best option to profit from both sides rebuilding.

That said, still an excellent story.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 07, 2012, 11:20:40 PM
Field Headquarters of the ilKhan, Bayern
Memmingen, Clan Goliath Scorpion Occupation Zone
February 25, 3044


Thick clouds hung low overhead, the lights adjacent to the cobblestoned walkways springing to life one after the next as the distant storm began to blow in.  From the windows of buildings all around, shocked faces of students and faculty were pressed against the glass, witnesses to a ritual combat to the death the likes of which they had only read about in anthropology texts.

The Khans and saKhans, the Elementals of the Ebon Keshik, the ilKhan and her Loremaster formed a circle surrounding the rich green, closely cropped grass, in the center of which stood Nikolai Djerassi.  The ranks parted and a lumbering Elemental Warrior entered the Circle of Equals.  Thomas Black, Khan of the Steel Vipers, who held in his right hand a short metal club.

Without a word he charged in, but Nikolai darted to one side, avoiding the lethal swing of club; he drew his zulkari in the same motion and scored a hit across the back of the Viper’s hand, making his drop the weapon.  Thomas bellowed and he closed faster than a man of his bulk should have been able, taking cuts on his arms as he grabbed Nikolai and squeezed him hard—and the spectators could hear the snapping of several of the Scorpion ribs.

Nikolai dropped the blade and he put his hands on the temples of Thomas as the Viper tightened his grip—and then both of the Scorpion’s thumbs plunged into Thomas’s eyes and the Khan of the Vipers screamed, releasing his bear hug as he staggered back with the moisture of his ruptured eyeballs dripping down his checks.  Nikolai held one arm tight against his chest and lifted the weapon and he charged into the blind Khan, plunging the zulkari deep into first his right kidney, and then his left—and as Thomas Black sank to his knees in agony, he slit the Viper’s throat from ear to ear.

Brandon Howell entered the Circle and the Jaguar slowly advanced as he gauged his enemy.  Both he and Nikolai were MechWarriors—but he was fresh and Thomas Black had hurt his opponent badly.  He drew a long dirk, as the Scorpion stumbled and crawled back to his feet—holding the Viper’s club in one hand and the zulkari, the curved knife that the Scorpion’s were so fond of, in the other.

The two men began to circle each other, but Brandon Howell was cautious and careful, and he just kept circling, waiting until Nikolai’s injuries would drain him of all his strength.  And then instead of waiting, the Scorpion attacked in a blur of motion that belied his wounds, the club and zulkari sweeping down towards Howell—but the Jaguar was ready for that and he sprang to one side—and gasped as the perfectly thrown zulkari struck him in the neck, severing the carotid, the jugular, and Howell's windpipe.  Nikolai did not hesitate, he charged in and smashed the club into Howell’s skull, breaking it, and then he dropped the crude weapon and grimaced in agony as he bent over and lifted the Jaguars dirk and wrenched his zulkari from the corpse.

Jake Fletcher entered the Circle and he shook his head.  “Give it up, Nikolai—the medics are here.  They can patch those wounds if you quit now.  Two Khans in one day—that must be a record.”

Nikolai coughed and Jake gave him a moment to recover—the back of the Scorpion’s hand came away covered in blood.  “I thank you for the courtesy, Khan Fletcher,” Nikolai grunted.  “But I mean to win today—surrender and you will live.”

“Neg.  Do not make me kill you, old friend,” the Horse said as two kept circling . . . and now they were close enough together that Nikolai could whisper and rest assured that no others could hear.  “Khan Fletcher, did you wonder why my saKhan, why the Lions, why Cobras were absent today?”

“Aff,” Jake answered slowly.  “I wondered.’

“They were absent because I have sent them away—to swear their allegiance to the Star League from which our Founders came.”

And Jake’s face went white with shock, his jaw dropped open, his eyes grew wide.  He shook his head in denial.  “Jest not with me, Scorpion!”

“It is the truth, Horse.  And if this invasion continues, then your Clan will fight mine as it defends the Star League Reborn.”

Jake gave a howl towards the heaven’s and he stared at Nikolai in absolute horror.  “I considered you my brother!” he roared.

“Then come brother, let us end this,” the Scorpion said with another raking cough—and Jake charged, but Nikolai had feigned the cough and he side-stepped the Horse slashing both blades against his face.  Jake pivoted and he slashed wildly left and right as Nikolai parried, but then the Scorpions ankle twisted beneath him and both men fell.

The crowed was hushed and neither of the fighters moved, but then Nikolai rolled Jake over—Howell’s dirk protruding from the center of his chest.  The Scorpion turned his head to one side and vomited blood upon the grass and Amanda closed her eyes as she saw the cut that stretched from one hip up and across the stomach to the lower rib-cage that Jake’s own knife had carved, the gaping wound gushing blood and intestines and internal organs.

Then she forced them open and she walked out onto the quad, along with the Loremaster and a medic.  Blood bubbled on Nikolai’s lips and he gestured at her with the fingers of one hand.  The ilKhan knelt on the green grass stained with the sanguine flow of four Khans, and she leaned in close to Nikolai as he whispered.

“Remember,” he coughed and then gasped for breath.  And then he whispered  “All I did, was for our survival as a peop-. . .” and his voice trailed off, his eyes closed, and the medic shook her head.

Amanda arose and she faced her Khans with no emotion on her face.  “Khan Djerassi has won his Trial.  The vote is overturned—and we will have peace.”
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 07, 2012, 11:23:17 PM
i would agree with DM there, they seem a little to pro-Falcon, especially so without Ian Hawker being present, as his was the driving force in the canon accommodation.  I would have thought they would see a general peace as thier best option to profit from both sides rebuilding.

That said, still an excellent story.

I'm rather curious about the Sharks vote. You haven't presented very much of a view of them at all, and the vote seems quite at odds with many of the important aspects of their specific sub-culture.

To some degree, it was because of their concern over possible reprisals about Odessa.  And they know that they will be not allowed to trade with the Inner Sphere if here is a peace.  Plus, while the did later in canon become Wardens, they are still Crusaders now.  Not hard-line Crusaders, but they are still in that camp.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 07, 2012, 11:42:15 PM
While I would agree with DM and Blacknova I can overlook the Sharks behavior.

Gonna be weird reading much more without the main protagonist. I imagine your tail is coming to an end soon, yes? 
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 07, 2012, 11:52:42 PM
While I would agree with DM and Blacknova I can overlook the Sharks behavior.

Gonna be weird reading much more without the main protagonist. I imagine your tail is coming to an end soon, yes?

Aff.  Only the Epilogue is left.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on August 07, 2012, 11:57:13 PM
Plus, while the did later in canon become Wardens, they are still Crusaders now.  Not hard-line Crusaders, but they are still in that camp.

Is that something you changed for the AU? My memory's faulty anymore, but I vaguely recall that the Sharks were noted as being a largely ambivalent Clan with Warden leanings more than anything that just happened to have Crusader leadership in Hawker. (They were in FM: Warden Clans, after all.) Without Hawker, the Crusader mentality (in canon anyway) seems very questionable for them. The Bears were always sort of a mirror opposite of the Sharks, being a Clan with strong Crusader leanings among the rank and file, but Warden leadership at the top. Also, the Nova Cat answer could really use some explaining, unless I missed something. Their vision told them to not sue for peace? Where was that stated? I thought the vision had been mentioned regarding the fact that they wouldn't join the Scorpions. Even the Jaguar answer is a little strange. "We need peace/time, but not with them." "Uhh...with who, exactly then?"

I'm going to be a little more honest and harsher than I should be, so apologies. It's not meant as a personal insult. You've had a story that flows very well up to that point. The meeting of the Khans feels very uneven and has very visible railroading. That's incredibly distracting as a reader, and it brings the flow of the story to a screeching halt. I'd strongly suggest giving that section a second look.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 08, 2012, 06:31:19 AM
The Sharks (who were personal favorites of mine) were changed to Crusaders for two reasons in canon history.

The rise of Ian Hawker who was the Clan's greatest warrior and eventual Khan was a Crusader. He lead them personally and appointed warriors who believed as he did in the Crusader philosophy making new alliances with the Falcons.

The Clan as a whole wanted ties with the InnerSphere and that meant one thing, invade. Backing the Crusaders opened up new markets with Clans they didn't get along with like the Falcons and the InnerSphere. Was good for business and the merchant caste is very powerful.

I don't have a problem with MA view on the Sharks cause they took such a back seat in canon. Their role was so minor and again it could have been just a clever marketing strategy at the time. Lets keep quite and make boat loads on the invasion.

The Wolf Clan Sourcebook which was the first canon product on Tukayyid basically destroyed the Clan. Only subsequent material resurrected them.

As for the Jaguar answer I find it refreshingly human. We know what has to be done but we just can't bring ourselves to do it.

I think you have to recognize this story for what it is - a Goliath Scorpion one. Its not about the other Clans so much as it is about the Scorpions impact on this alternate Clan invasion of the InnerSphere. I have enjoyed it.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on August 08, 2012, 08:02:00 AM
I think you have to recognize this story for what it is - a Goliath Scorpion one. Its not about the other Clans so much as it is about the Scorpions impact on this alternate Clan invasion of the InnerSphere. I have enjoyed it.

I think you and I will simply disagree here. Many of the other Clans have received a fairly large amount of coverage or face time. And I think you're being a bit disingenuous with the Sharks. You've effectively described exactly what I said above. They have Crusader leadership entirely reliant on Hawker, that's it. They weren't "changed to Crusaders." There's no Hawker here.

I've enjoyed the story a great deal. That doesn't change that I find the meeting to bring the story's flow to a rather abrupt halt and leave the sense of overly rough railroading just to get to the protagonist's final stand. There are dozens of ways to get the Scorpion his melee Trial, few of which needed to rip the reader out of the flow and leave them scratching their head. The meeting either needs more exposition to explain some of those rather hard left turns that show up with no prior reference or explanation or it simply set it entirely aside to focus on the Trial.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 08, 2012, 01:06:29 PM
Epilogue

“While the events set in motion by the Clan Invasion of 3043-3044 have still yet to fully play out in the Inner Sphere, a few things are certain:  the end of the Successions and the rebirth of the Star League chief among them.  To understand how this came to be we must examine the state of affairs as they existed in the Inner Sphere at the end of the 4th Succession War and the impact of the news that the Star League Defense Force of Aleksandyr Kerensky had survived wrought upon the leaders of the Five Great Houses.  We must look at the events which took place in the Clan Homeworlds leading to the decision to Invade the Inner Sphere—and we must acknowledge that it was the impetus of those Clans that forced the warring Great Houses to set aside their differences and unite.”

“This volume has been difficult to write.  The wounds and heartache of the Invasion War have receded over the past decade, although they have not vanished.  Many of our people still grieve for the hundreds of thousands of lives lost in this War; still others refuse to accept that the Clans have been part and parcel of our society, exchanging ideas and traditions and customs as we slowly learn to accept each other for who and what we are.  We have seen this in the movement to settle disputes in ‘clean combat’ eerily similar to Clan trials and honor duels, inspired by the Three Clans which serve as part of our new Star League Defense Force.”

“And yet, there are new warning signs on the horizon, as tensions have once again begun to rise.  Not all are willing to forget and to forgive the costs of the war—in people and in treasure and in planets.  Separatist movements have gained strength, led by the Federation of Skye, but now spread to all five of the Great Houses.  These movements call for a renunciation of the Star League Reborn—and a new war to drive out the Clan invaders.  And on the Clan side of the Treaty Zone, calls from the new generation of Warriors are also made, calls for a march anew upon Terra.”

“Wiser heads have so far prevailed, but if the history of mankind teaches us one thing, it is that if humanity has a choice between an action that is wise and well-considered and one that is foolish but emotionally charged, we will many times (but not all) respond with our emotions.” 

—Misha Auburn, Author’s Introduction to The Dragon, The Fox, the Scorpion, and the Wolf:  A Parable for Our Modern Age Tharkad Free Press (3053)


The Guns Fall Silent . . .

To say that the Clans of Kerensky were furious at the defection of the Cloud Cobras, Goliath Scorpions, and Stone Lions was a massive understatement.  The farewell address of Nikolai Djerassi to the Grand Council was met with utter disbelief at his breaking of the unity—but it was the stalwart nature of the ilKhan, supported by Khan Kerensky of Clan Wolf (a Warden), and Khan Truscott of Clan Star Adder (a Crusader) who managed to channel that outrage, anger, and fear into a consensus to forge a peace treaty with the Star League.  Not even the most ardent Crusader Khan could continue to insist on resuming the Invasion—for the odds had shifted dramatically against the Invading Clans.

That consensus did not stop the Clans from holding a Trial of Abjuration in absentia against the Cloud Cobras, Goliath Scorpions, and Stone Lions, however.  With a unanimous vote of all the remaining Clans, they stripped the defectors of their rights as part of the Clans under the Martial Code—declaring them bandits and outlaws, forever exiled from the unity of which they had once been part.  It was, in practice, a formality, nothing more—and then communications were at last reestablished with the Homeworlds.

The true depths of the planning for Operation Destiny was revealed—and the Invaders were distraught at the lack of isorla awaiting them.  The Scorpion holdings had already been handed over; the Stone Lions had been absorbed piece by piece—but the handful of former Mandrills who survived made for a poor haul.  And the Cobras had stripped their worlds of all usable military supplies; civilians they gained in vast numbers, but the every volatile Tanite Worlds erupted in rebellion and it would take the Adders, Falcons, and Jaguars ten years to once again subjugate those worlds to Clan rule.

A call was made to Reave the genetic legacies of the defectors—but the Invaders were unable to acquire the unanimous decision to make it a reality.  In the meantime, the Ravens—their Fleet in the Inner Sphere annihilated—laid claim to the naval caches of the defectors, and the ilKhan granted that claim.

Talks between First Lord Focht and ilKhan Tseng took place between March of 3044 and August of that same year.  And then, on September 4, 3044, the two leaders met in person on the surface of Tukayyid.  Bearing witness to the Signing of the Treaty of Tukayyid were the Primus of ComStar, all five Lords of the Great Houses, the Commanding General of the SLDF and his Fleet Admiral, the three Khans of the Loyal Clans, the thirteen Khans of the Invaders, and the leaders of the three major periphery states.

The Treaty was a compromise which fully satisfied no one—but in the end, the desire to put an end to this War proved too great to resist.  Melissa Steiner and Takashi Kurita accepted—not easily, but they accepted—the loss of many worlds; and since the remnants of the Free Rasalhague Republic had no leader, no army, and no moral remaining to them, they split the as yet free worlds of that once-proud realm between them in partial compensation.

And as part of the Treaty, the Invaders insisted upon a clause that not one member of the Clans which defected would be permitted to set foot on Terra, a clause to which the First Lord and the Primus both agreed.

As the borders were ironed out, and the agreements prepared, the Clans and the Great Houses began to use each other to keep their troops honed for action.  Abiding by the rules of Clan Trials, minor skirmishes took place on the border worlds—nothing major, but each honorable combat, tried according to the Clans own rules of zellbrigen slowly began to gain respect for their opponents in the heart and soul of the Clan Warriors.

Trade began to resume, and work—mighty work—began within the Treaty Zone to industrialize their worlds and transform them into high-tech paradises.  Of course, some Clans succeeded at this more than others.  The Sharks and Ravens were stunned when they were informed by the First Lord that Khan Nelson Elam would return their Potemkins and Monoliths which Nikolai had leased—and slowly, oh so slowly—the Invaders began to once again talk with their cousins serving the Star League.

Ryan Steiner, as Melissa had predicted, was furious at the sudden loss of seven of his worlds to the Loyal Clans—and in October of 3044, he organized a force of mercenaries and Skye troops to drive them out, declaring his independence from the Lyran Commonwealth—but not the Star League.  First Lord Focht was disinclined to award his duplicity, and both he and Melissa Steiner-Davion decided to allow the Loyal Clans to answer for them.  Khan Kerensky met his forces with Clusters from all three Clans and handily repulsed him—and in December of that same year, Star Colonel Jason Scott killed Ryan on Skye, bringing the overt rebellion to an end.

The people of the Asta Union, although initially at odds with their new rulers, quickly discovered that these Clans were different.  These Clans intended to build a nation—not condemn them to castes.  Industries and factories demolished in the long years of the Succession Wars were rebuilt; atmospheric processors were erected on four worlds to cleanse the tainted atmospheres, the standard of living of the people within the Asta Union soon rivaled that of the Old Hegemony.

But not all within the Star League Reborn was well although no one at the time was aware of the rising threat.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 08, 2012, 01:31:00 PM
Unknown Location
Somewhere in the Inner Sphere
December 27, 3044


The fifth and final member of the Cabal entered the stone chamber shielded against all possible means of detection; his black robes obscuring much of his body, the hood covering his face.  He stood at his seat and nodded at the four who waited for his arrival, and then on cue, the turned to the wall—the wall were no seat was set at the table, and they saluted the emblem of the Wolverines as one.

Then they sat, and they lowered their hoods, revealing not only the flesh of their faces and the many shaded eyes and hues of hair—but polished metal, a glowing red sensor over one eye, and bio-neural interfaces woven into the skin and bone.

“We are betrayed—again, brothers,” One said without preamble.

“Our so-called leaders have failed—agreeing to this Treaty of Tukayyid with the Clans.  Primus York has betrayed the Blood—General Hallis has failed in his role as commander of the 331st,” added Two sourly.

“We planned for this contingency,” Three said with a shrug.  “It is not unforeseen, although it remains unfortunate.  Still—they now have our ships and the 331st Royal Division as part of their ‘Star League Reborn’ . . . a Star League that includes Mad Nikki’s Clans among their number.”

“Some of our ships, sister,” Four corrected.  “The ones that they are aware of—and while the they have the 331st and the Blood faithfully following them on Terra, they have no clue of our sibling training companies on the Hidden.”

“It will take time to train and outfit the sibling companies,” Five said with a sigh.  “And to complete the construction of the new Fleet—incorporating these new weapons our scientists have developed.”  He smiled grimly.  “The firepower that mere DropShips will have will change the balance of power in our favor, brethren.”

“That may be,” answered One.  “But it will still take time to raise the Army we need—to provide the equipment, all the while remaining in the shadows, unknown to our enemies.”

“Fifteen years?  Twenty?  If we are speaking that length of time,” Three said with a hungry grin, “we can quadruple the size of our sibkos and stand ready to field twenty—perhaps even thirty—Divisions.  Proper SLDF Divisions, not that ComStar nonsense.”

“Which will not be enough—not if we fail to decapitate every power simultaneously,” said Four.  “We must prepare ourselves for the task ahead.  To save the Inner Sphere, we must remove their rulers—and their most fanatical followers.”

“And the Clans—both the Invaders and these so-called ‘Loyal Clans’ both,” spat Two.

Five smiled and it was a cold harsh smile.  “We will not forget them, I assure you.”  He stood.  “WOLVERINES!  FOREVER!”

“FOREVER!” barked the others as they jumped to their feet.

Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 08, 2012, 01:39:11 PM
Well, ladies and gentlemen.  This concludes Scorpio Ascendant.  I hope that you have enjoyed the ride and that I managed to tell a story that you have enjoyed.  It diverged greater from my original concept, but thanks to all of your suggestions, I think we came up with a good tale.  Thank you all for reading and commenting.  Until next time,

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on August 08, 2012, 04:07:18 PM
Very nice MA! Thank you for another good story.  ;)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Blacknova on August 08, 2012, 09:45:06 PM
First rate story and a good ending, thanks for bringing this one to life.

Do you want to send me some notes on the Clan OZ at the end of the story and I can compile a final map for you?
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on August 08, 2012, 10:59:43 PM
First rate story and a good ending, thanks for bringing this one to life.

Do you want to send me some notes on the Clan OZ at the end of the story and I can compile a final map for you?

Probably be tomorrow.  But thanks for the offer.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on August 09, 2012, 01:32:06 PM
Really a great read.
Thanks.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Cestusrex on August 09, 2012, 07:28:01 PM
I liked it eventhough I'm now completely green from head to toe.  And its not even St. Patrick's Day! :P
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Dread Moores on August 09, 2012, 08:47:17 PM
It's a strong read over all. I have some issues with how villainous characters were handled and a bit with the ending, as some of those things run contrary to the butterfly effect and skew into wish fulfillment territory. Regardless, that doesn't change that it's a strong novella.
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Gabriel on August 09, 2012, 11:57:44 PM
This is outstanding work. I only hope my own story will be as excellently done as yours
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: masterarminas on May 04, 2018, 08:16:23 AM
Ice Hellion pointed out that I never added the PDF.  So.  After too long, here it is.

MA
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Takiro on May 04, 2018, 09:47:56 AM
Very nice, I will add it to my fanfic library. ;)
Title: Re: Scorpio Ascendant
Post by: Ice Hellion on May 04, 2018, 01:17:36 PM
Thanks.